Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N
Your boyfriend said something mean through text while you're apart due to the tour.
Alone for the Camera (Angst to Fluff, Fake Texts)
Poly!SKZ x Fem!Reader
During an event, the party gets wild and you all got separated from each other. Being alone and vulnerable, the paparazzi starts targeting you and you try to ask for help from the members, but they all seem busy.
My Home (Fluff, Stay Week Special)
OT8!SKZ x Fem!Reader
You find a strange group of animals cowering by a bush near your cottage; a wolf, a cat, a bunny, a ferret, a quokka, a chick, a puppy, and a fennec fox. They are huddled together as if they were all they had, looking so scared and small, so you take them in despite their seemingly initial mistrust. You don't expect that a few days later, there'll be eight men walking around in your tiny cottage.
Paws and Promises (Angst to Fluff)
Lee Know x Fem!Reader
You fiance has not once shown up to your wedding planning dates, in fact, he barely shows up at all. After ten months of being engaged and still no wedding or even solid plans for the ceremony, you seek comfort by adopting a cat that randomly showed up on your porch the same day Minho was supposed to go on a business trip.
Tunes of Trust (Angst)
Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
You have become a regular producer for Stray Kids, a familiar sight in their recording studio, and a late night companion for their workaholic leader. Another producer enters the scene, one that rings the alarms of your judgment, one that gives a a strong feeling of unease. When you voice your concern, Chan accuses you of being jealous, insecure, and intimidated by a producer that is better than you.
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NSFW
Knotting to Worry About (Smut)
Seungmin x Fem!Reader
Seungmin is an innocent little hybrid virgin that starts being hormonal because you're just too irresistible for him.
Summary: You are a well-kept secret of his that he wishes to remain secret while he's on tour, little did he know how nosy his hyungs can be. He lashes at you for revealing your relationship to the rest of the members.
Tags: Angst to Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Situationship, Secret Relationship, SKZ is very against situationships (as they should), The hyungs are good hyungs.
Series: Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N
Summary: You find a strange group of animals cowering by a bush near your cottage; a wolf, a cat, a bunny, a ferret, a quokka, a chick, a puppy, and a fennec fox. They are huddled together as if they were all they had, looking so scared and small, so you take them in despite their seemingly initial mistrust. You don't expect that a few days later, there'll be eight men walking around in your tiny cottage.
Tags: Fluff, SKZoo!Hybrid AU, Implied Polyamory, Reader lives in a secluded cottage in a small village, Stay Week Special
Wordcount: 3.9K (Masterlist)
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Your world knew not of anything outside your village, to you, the outside is the just village square, the shops, the neighbors, and the inside was your little cottage filled with trinkets, fabrics, and ribbons.
You were a seamstress, a high demand in a small village with limited talent, so you never yearn for a bigger life when you were an integral part of your home already. Perhaps daughters and wives knew the stiches, but you elevated the craft.
With a cottage surrounded by trees, a stroll away from the market by a stone path, vegetables growing in your garden, and stacks of orders awaiting their turn for your sewing machine, your life was far too filled to start thinking of the existential.
But as you grow older everyday, and you hear middle aged housewives talking about 'the girl living in that cottage that seems to be planning to become an old maid', you do feel that your mornings are much too cold despite the sun shining through you window, and your nights too quiet despite the sewing machine blaring into the early hours of midnight while you were in one of your creative flow.
Then again, how could you meet anyone if you refuse to leave your house for anything not out of necessity.
So you shake of the tiny bud of despair that begins to take shape in your heart. You love what you do and what you have, but you can't help but wonder if you're letting yourself slowly rot in this place you call home.
You're cottage is your whole world, and right now, it has a population of one, and a bunch of things that you busy yourself with, things that seem a mess, but each have burned a place in your home.
So of course, you notice the first time things start to disappear from your home; bread left on the table, a blanket you were sure you left on the couch, the carrots you planted in your garden, the pillow you put on your lap when your hand sewing a garment.
Perhaps it's a thief, but it never took anything truly valuable. And you make sure to lock your doors whenever you leave, if a thief were to weasel their way in, would they not so much as to leave a trace?
"It's not like they can fit through the window..." You mumble to yourself, looking for the apple you know you left on the table. You rule out the possibility that it may be a thief, as no person can fit through the small space you leave the window open to let in a draft.
You sigh, grabbing a basket to head to the market for the second time this week. Usually, you would only need to go once, but it seems as if you were eating for yourself and an invisible companion.
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After that excursion, you were walking back to your cottage as the sun begins to set. The wind was calm as it usually is, the path silence as you know it.
The way was so familiar and monotonous that it doesn't take you long to hear rustling by the bushes along the path. It could be an animal, but usually the only animals present there are birds you don't even land on the bushes.
The rustling seems so coordinated with your steps, it slows down when you do and stops when you halt. You look back, furrowing your eyebrows as you try to make out what exactly is the sound following you.
You step closer, careful to not alert whatever it was of your homing presence.
But as you do, you flinch and yelp as something jumps out of the bushes to your face. You back away, letting go of your basket in the process.
It runs wild, refusing to let you get closer as it goes for your basket, quickly grabbing something before making a fun for it.
It runs straight through the path, making it clear to you that it was a white-furred ferret.
"Hey!" You chase after the snow white ferret, it's long body wiggling at the speed of it's pace.
But still no match for a human. It slows down to catch a breath, slow enough for you to block its way with your legs. "Gotcha!"
It stands in fear, so expressive that you can even discern it from its eyes. And suddenly... It collapses to the ground, paw on head and everything, you didn't even touch it.
You tilt your head in confusion, stepping closer to the little animal.
It didn't budge from it's position, as if pretending to be dead. "Dramatic much, huh?" You crouched to pick up the tiny little thing, holding it in your arms like a baby. "You're cute for a little thief..."
Slowly, it opens its eyes, peeking to look at you. You gaze softens at its cute little face. You look down to see what it took from your basket, only to see that it was bandages that you bought to restock your first aid kit. "Why would you even need that...?"
You inspect the ferret, see that despite the slight tint of dirt patching on its fur, it didn't seem to be injured in any way.
Suddenly, a growl echoes from behind you, your bones chilling at the sound. Slowly, you turn around to see a snarling wolf looking back at you.
Chills run down your spine and instinctively, your arms tighten around the little ferret.
It must want to eat the ferret, or you for that matter. And it probably didn't matter the order of who it'll eat first.
Wait... but you've never seen a wolf in this forest, they usually head far east, where the moon rises and the preys are plenty. This wolf may be extra hungry.
"Please..." You find yourself talking to the wolf, whose growl echoes from its throat. "We were just leaving..."
The ferret squeaks in your arms, and you think that you see the wolf falter a bit, it's eyes looking at the little creature in your arms.
Their gaze seem to lock and the wolf starts to step closer.
"W-Wait!" You put a hand in front of you, a signal to stop. It didn't listen, still moving forward, but it made you notice the limp in its hind leg.
Just then, the ferret jumps from your arms, grabbing the bandages and running straight to the wolf. You try to stop it, but it evades your attempts.
You could only stare in shock as the wolf sniffs the ferret before gently grabbing it by the scruff. It seems to try to walk away, but as it does, its legs suddenly give out, collapsing to the floor and sending the ferret rolling with a whimper.
Out of worry for the poor animals, you were at the wolf's side at an instant, your fear leaving your body as soon as you saw its display of affection to the ferret.
The ferret was not dramatic this time, immediately getting back up and running to its friend once again, like it was worried.
You spot the leg it limps on, seeing its fur covered in dry blood. "Oh, dear... let me take care of that back home."
The wolf seems to understand you, reacting negatively to what you said. Then, the ferret runs to the bush again, while the wolf points its snout at the direction where its friend ran off to.
You get the message, oddly enough, checking where the ferret went. Separating the leaves with your arms, you see a group of animals huddled together in fear, around them were what you recognize as some missing items from your home.
They looked scared and exhausted, and you spot a yellow chick resting on your pillow, so frail and pitiable. Your heart aches for them, its as if they were family despite being different creatures.
Quickly, you grab your basket. "Oh, you poor things, I promise I'll take care of you if you come with me." You offer your hand to them, making them flinch, the cat jumps in front to protect the rest, but the ferret you saw before had jumped into your hand already, making a noise that seems to encourage its friends.
You put the ferret in the basket, and slowly, the rest follows, the bunny assisted the chick as they went into the basket, then the puppy, then the quokka, then the fox, and then the cat.
The basket became very heavy, and they looked squished in there, but it looks as if they're leaving space for the chick to lay comfortably. They all seem so smart.
You went back to the tired wolf, lifting it into your arms with a huff. "O-Okay... this isn't gonna be comfortable, but hold on tight."
No animal protests, and you trudge back to your cottage with your arms aching and back hunched from all the weight, but you managed.
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The wolf was resting comfortably on the rug, its head on a pillow and its leg bandaged nice and clean.
The chick was resting on a pillow, sleeping soundly while the puppy and fox lay their snouts on the pillow it rests on.
The cat and the quokka looked after the wolf, much to your surprise and understanding of the food chain.
And then the ferret and bunny were by your side as you sip a cup of coffee.
"You guys are an odd group of friends." You giggle, the bunny joining you. It jumps to your lap, tapping your stomach and then rubbing its own.
"Hungry?" You asked, amazed by the level of understanding going on between you and the animals this whole night.
It nods enthusiastically, making you smile. "You're lucky I grow some of my food here. But I guess the carnivores won't enjoy anything from the garden."
You prepare food for them, taking all the differently designed wooden bowls from your cabinet to fill each one.
Its probably the first time you used these bowls and had to prepare more than one meal, and it's for a group of animals.
But somehow, you feel like they brought a light to the cottage you feel has been missing no matter how many candles you light.
"Eat up!" You place their bowls beside them, each one prepared to match their diets, up to what you know about their diets of course.
They devoured their meals, even the two injured animals were housing it down.
You look fondly at the group, cleaning up after them after they eat. "I forgot to introduce myself, huh? Not that you would ever call me, but my name is Y/N..."
The wolf let out a little bark, as if trying to say it.
"I appreciate the effort, big guy." You pet it, bringing your lips down to kiss its head.
You feel all their eyes on you, and you feel like you don't mind having these kind of companions filling up your cottage.
As you part away from the wolf, its eyes look at you with a sparkle, making your smile fondly. "You're all safe now..."
You stand up, stretching your arms, "Well that was a long day, we all better sleep now right?"
Before you could walk away, the bunny jumps to you, presenting its head by pulling down its ears. "What? You want a kiss too?"
It doesn't move, so you took it as a yes and pecked its head gently. The ferret and the quokka ran to you as well, but it seems the cat, puppy, and fox were too good for forehead kisses.
The chick couldn't move from its place, so you walk to it and gently kissed its head.
"Goodnight, stray critters..." You whisper, turning off the lamps before heading to bed.
...
"We should surprise her."
"Are you kidding? She's gonna kick us out."
"But we also kinda stole from her so we should make up for that."
"Yeah, okay, but don't just show her what we are!"
"I feel bad for lying..."
"We didn't lie, she carried us here and we didn't even have to say anything."
"Can't blame her, I would take us in if I saw us."
"Yeah, we looked like we're about to die."
"Just let Minho hyung make breakfast for her in the morning as a nice gesture."
"But can he do it in cat form though? I don't wanna see him cooking naked."
"She already thought she has a thief stealing from her, what's she gonna think if the 'thief' starts cooking her breakfast?"
"Do you think that forehead kiss is a daily thing?"
"It should be."
"It should be."
"I hope so."
"And to think Chan hyung was gonna eat her."
"I'm so glad she didn't die."
Who's glad you didn't die?
It was faint, but in your sleep you hear murmurs of people talking, so faint as if it was intentionally quiet so it doesn't reach your ears, you can't even make out if it was in a dream.
But you wake up once again to the sight of the sunbeams casting through your window.
And the animals were just as you left them.
Though it did seem a little cleaner than last night,
Oh well, it seems like your world population of one grew by 800%.
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You found out that the animals were the thief so you no longer have to worry about things missing in your home. But you now have a completely different mystery.
Who keeps leaving food on your table every morning? And why does it taste so damn good?
Something is also definitely keeping the weeds out of your garden, and you swear you hear lullabies in your dreams that seem to come from reality.
It's like adopting eight different types of animals made you insane.
And why does it seem like sometimes, a fully grown man is walking inside of your home and not a cute little bunny or ferret or puppy or fox.
You were once again in your bed after a weird day of everything being handed to you, like all the things you needed for the day magically appeared by your side.
You shake your head, surely if good things are happening, its good karma for helping the animals. And with that, you head off to sleep.
But not too asleep yet before you hear your door being opened.
"She's asleep, guys."
"Do you think she likes Seungmin and me singing to her?"
"I'm just scared Seungmin will pull another prank and yell for her to wake up."
"Her bed looks comfy."
"I think you should sleep on it when she's away to help your back, Felix."
Someone is sleeping on your bed when you're gone?!
That's creepy!
Your hand slowly reaches for the knitting needles under your pillow, not exactly a weapon, but you bet you could gouge out someone's eyes with them.
You jump from your bed, pointing the needles at the intruders. "Get out of my house!"
You can only scream as you see eight men, covering themselves in your blankets, huddled up in your room.
"AHHH PERVERTS!" Your screamed so loud it surely echoes through the forest. "What are you doing here naked, perverts?!"
"No no, Y/N, it's us!" One of them tried to talk to you. "We're the animals. I'm the wolf..." He looks down and you follow his gaze to see his foot bandaged like how you bandaged the wolf this morning.
"It's true, Y/N, we're hybrids." The short but muscular guy followed. "I'm the bunny."
"What the hell?" You laughed, still in disbelief. "I must be dreaming..." You slap yourself hard, immediate feeling the stinging pain.
They flinch as you slap yourself. "Are you okay, noona?" The one with the deep voice asked you.
"Were you guys gonna kill me but then I woke up so now you're scrambling for a cover story?" You retorted, still looking with wild wide eyes.
"Ugh, just believe us, look." The man who said that turns into a cat before your very eyes.
So it was true, and you weren't dreaming, you saved a bunch of hybrids and they've been hanging out butt naked in your house at night when you sleep.
"We would've covered up, noona, but we don't have clothes." Says the one with the deep dimples when he smiled.
So you ended up spending your night finishing some garments for them to wear, their eyes looking fascinated at you as you work on your sewing machine.
You didn't sleep a wink, not that you could with all your new found information, and also because the dimpled fox boy was very particular about the clothes he wants.
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"Wait, so that time I carried you all, you could have just walked?" You raised a brow.
"Some of us could, but we liked the ride." Seungmin replied, taking a mouthful of his sandwich after.
"What Seungmin should have said is that when hybrids become weak and vulnerable, we regress down to our animal forms because our body can't sustain being human." Chan corrected him. "We were really weak when you found us, so we couldn't do anything."
"Thank you for saving us, Y/Niee my hero." Jisung, whom you find to be endearingly clingy, squishes himself to your side, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.
"What happened to you, anyway?" You asked again, but the question made the others look down, while Chan's eyes seem to darken. "Oh... I don't want to bring out some painful past, you don't have to answer."
"You deserve to know, Y/N, you saved us..." Chan reassures you, smiling at you gently. "We escaped from an organization that was making us perform for the circus and paid us peanuts."
"We escaped, and they chased us for so long that we started starving and getting thirsty." Minho continued.
"Chan hyung and Lixie even got hurt because we ran so long, until eventually we were all too weak to stay human." Changbin added.
"That's when we found your cottage and Minho hyung, Seungmin and I started stealing from you... Sorry..." Hyunjin says sheepishly.
"You guys..." You frown at their sad story. "I'm glad you made it to me, but you really gave me a scare last night.
"What were you even gonna do with those knitting needles, grandma?" Seungmin asks, making Chan stifle a laugh because usually its him receiving those 'ur old' jokes.
"I would have stuck them in a bad puppy's rear end, Minnie."
"But would you let us stay even if we're like this, noona?" Felix, ever with the deep voice, asks, his tone laced with worry at your decision.
"Felix... I would never want you to leave, you've endured so much, you deserve a place to call home." You reach over to wipe of a tear that has fallen to his freckled cheek. "My home is your home, all of you."
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"I can't believe Felix gets to sleep on the bed, he could just transform into a chick and sleep on a pillow." Hyunjin argued, pouting at you.
You giggle. "You could do that too, Hyunjin, and you're not the one with the injury."
"But he's been sleeping next to you for a week." Jeongin adds, before his cheeks turn red. "I mean... sleeping on the bed."
You smile knowingly, deciding not to tease the hotheaded maknae. "When he gets better, I promise we'll make a schedule for the bed."
Felix just smiles from the bed, already tucked in and comfy. "Wipe that grin off, man, you're gonna have another pain to worry about." Seungmin playfully says, making Felix stick his tongue out to tease him in return.
"Alright, back to the couch, kids." Chan says, earning immediate protest.
"Nu uh, we're here for out forehead kisses, then we go." Jisung says like he's fighting for his rights.
"We're still doing that? You guys aren't exactly animals tonight." You pointed out, because you only usually kiss them when they're in their animal forms.
"It's still us, Y/Niee, no matter what form." Changbin reasons.
"Alright..." You smiled, stepping closer to kiss each one of them on the forehead. This time, rather than you leaning down to kiss furry little heads, you cup their cheeks and bring down their faces until your lips meet their foreheads.
It's a lot different, but it seems so nice for them, even the guys with affection aversion lets you press a kiss on them. You did tell Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin that they should let you kiss them on the head too so nobody's left out, but you didn't think they would comply in their human forms.
Rather than the room be filled with the sleepy and quiet air that draws near when you give out your kisses, your room suddenly feels so romantic and slow.
They file out of the room, satisfied with their kisses, and Felix already closed his eyes when he got his kiss.
That leaves Chan, who walks, still with a slight limp, closer to you.
"You have no idea how thankful I am for you, Y/N. For saving my boys, for saving me..." He whispers for the air to carry his message to your ears, sending shivers down your spine. "You say your home is our home, but I think our home is you."
You look up at him fondly, his eyes were glistening as if tears coated them so they shine extra bright when the light hits them. "We love you... I love you."
"I think I want that kiss now." He says, making you reach to cup his cheeks, but instead of letting you go all the way to his forehead, he rests his lips comfortably on yours.
You return it gently, letting him take your arms to wrap around his neck while he holds you waist.
"OII, CHAN HYUNG IS GETTING A BETTER KISS THAN US!" Changbin bursts through the door with a complain, followed by the rest.
You part from Chan, a commotion filling up your room once again.
"This woman's favoritism never ends." Jeongin shakes his head.
"I bet Chan hyung planned to be last so he can make his move." Jisung accuses him.
"No fair! I wanna kiss like that too." Hyunjin whines like a drama queen, pouting at you.
They all surround you with their complains.
"Chan hyung said no one was allowed to make a move on you, but he goes breaking his own rules."
"Yeah... when the whole group's got a crush on one person, no one makes a move so we're all even."
You look back confused at Chan, who was already smiling sheepishly. "I did say 'we love you'."
"That means we all now have kisses on the lips privileges." That's something they all agreed on.
"What about what I have to say?" You questioned them.
"Shut up, you love us." Minho counters.
They do seem to know you well. And so you give out kisses that whole night, even to the two maknaes who pretended like they didn't like it but their lips lingered a bit too long later on and then tried to go back for seconds.
It's a shame Felix never woke up from the ruckus after falling asleep, only getting to know what he missed out on when he woke up the next morning, leading him to have to wait for you to come back home that day to demand his kiss.
The world that is your cottage has just gained eight new inhabitants, whom all have started to come out of their shells and share their passion of making music and dancing, singing, painting, playing, and many more without the fear of a whip hitting them at every point they make mistakes.
You gave them a home, and they will forever STAY.
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A/N: Hii, fellow STAYs, happy birthday to us! I really loved this concept and I hope you guys do as well. I kinda want to make it a series, like random moments in the cottage, cute moments with each member since its kinds hard to write a scene when they're all present and talking. Also could do NSFW stuffs with this concept if you guys are up for it hehe. Anywayyy please leave a comment sharing your thoughts, I would love to see them!
I js read evrythng yu hve out for feelings not sent nd I'm obsessedddd omggg yur writing is so good !!!! can I ask wht app yu use to make the fake txts ?? It looks sooo real
Hiii, thank you so much for your support! I'm really glad you like the Feelings Not Sent series, I feel like it is the best of my works hehe
The app I use is MeMi Message, I just type the chats down and I screenshot each group of messages.
Summary: You have become a regular producer for Stray Kids, a familiar sight in their recording studio, and a late night companion for their workaholic leader. Another producer enters the scene, one that rings the alarms of your judgment, one that gives a a strong feeling of unease. When you voice your concern, Chan accuses you of being jealous, insecure, and intimidated by a producer that is better than you.
Tags: Angst, Producer!Reader, Unlabeled Romance, Almost Lovers to Acquaintances, Accused Jealousy
Word Count: 3.3K (Masterlist)
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It did hit you a little bit when Aeri first started joining the sessions in the recording studio. You guessed you were intimidated by the presence of a seasoned producer when you yourself was quite an amateur.
Still... after a few weeks of working together, you found her strange. She showed such enthusiasm to the members and the higher staff, but to you and the other regular staff, she acted like such a snob.
Attitude doesn't constitute talent and being nice is probably a privilege only reserved for people she deems important, but it's a bit two-faced to act that way.
Though, she quickly became the star of the producing crew, praised for her past and current works in the industry.
You've always had a nagging feeling, something you didn't want to say aloud because you feared it may just be your insecurity talking. Until one day, before you could fully open the door, you see Aeri alone, on Chan's laptop, an unfamiliar USB drive inserted in it while she's hunched over as if she was trying to cover something she was doing.
You slowly backed away, careful to not make any noise before running off to look for Chan and relay what you saw.
"Channie, I saw her!" You stressed, looking at him wide-eyed. Your voice was hushed but it held the grit of your urgency. "There was a flash drive and she was going through the tracks in your laptop."
His hand covered his face, as if he's forcing himself to listen to you without interrupting.
"It's not allowed to use flash drives and SD cards on the unreleased tracks, right? She knows that and she's still doing it." You explained, trying to explain to him the problem.
"And you were spying on her while she was working?" He deadpans as he runs his hand through his face, looking down at you with a disapproving gaze.
You shake your head. "I work at the studio too, I was going in and I saw her put in the flash drive in your laptop."
"I told you, Channie, she's been snooping around and I don't want all the work you've put into this to suffer." You try to place a hand on his arm, but he backs away from you.
"I let her use my laptop, Y/N..." He scoffs at you. "And I gave her access to the tracks... because that's her fucking job, Y/N, she's not snooping around. In fact, aren't you the one snooping around? You're the one always asking to hear our new stuff."
Your cheeks turn red as a hurt expression envelops your face. Embarrassment and shame fills you as you look away from his eyes.
"C-Channie... I was just worried for you and I..."
"What? You're jealous?"
His degrading tone tugs sharply at your heart. "N-No... I-"
"Jealous that you're not the only female producer here? That you don't get access to the whole album like she does? That you aren't the one sitting next to me when we record?"
Your eyes well with tears as you repeatedly shake your head at his accusations.
"Are you so desperate that you would make shit up to try to get me to fire her? Are you that insecure?" Every word sends jabs at your heart.
"Just leave, Y/N... I-I can't keep entertaining your feelings at the cost of our career."
You didn't need to be told twice, covering your mouth to mask your sobs, racing through the hallway to leave the building as fast as you could.
A familiar voice catches your ear from around the corner, making you stop in your tracks.
"Yes, I got them." Aeri was talking to someone on the phone. "No, of course I deleted the backups too, I'm not a fucking idiot."
You breathe slowly to compose yourself, wiping away your tears to look at her from behind a wall. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the USB flash drive dangling from her purse.
You gather your courage, running into the hallway where she stood and bumping into her.
"Hey, watch where your going!" Your shirt gets stuck on a charm on her bag.
"Oh, Aeri... I'm so sorry, I was just in a hurry." It was enough of a commotion to distract her from your hand reaching over and grabbing the flash drive.
"I don't care even if you were bleeding out, just don't fucking run at me." She rolls her eyes, pushing you off of her bag.
"Right, sorry..." You whispered, your voice shaking as you quickly walk away.
Your nerves were running wild as you clutched onto the flash drive. You rush to a quiet corner, quickly opening your laptop and inserting the drive.
You copy over all of the files, deleting them from the flash drive with shaky hands and uneven breaths.
Your heart was pounding as you put the files into a cloud, sharing it to Chan so it can be accessed with more than one device.
That's it...
It's safe now...
You were right...
She stole his works...
"You fucking thief!" You jumped at the sound of Aeri's voice, she charges at you with fury in your eyes.
She grabs the laptop from you, but you hold onto it quickly, shutting it and removing the flash drive.
"You're the thief..." You could not raise your voice like she could, scared of what she could possibly do to you. "What were you gonna do with all their work?" You pull your laptop away from her, pushing her a few steps back.
"The market is full of buyers for new track samples..." She breathe out spitefully. "And I already had a customer... I was gonna get rich, Y/N..."
"See, that's something producers like you can't ever reach because you're just a sucker for people like Chan, and the worse part is... he chose me over you."
Her words made you feel small, but you refused to let her see the effects of her insults. "You're not a producer, Aeri, you're a thief. And if this is how you've been getting your good graces in the industry, I'm sure Chan would not want to work with you."
"I knew you were up to something, I just didn't realize your entire career is based on how good you can steal other people's music."
"You bitch!" Aeri yanks your laptop from you, smashing it into the ground before roughly pulling at your hair.
You scream in pain, holding her wrists to pull her away, but she continued hurting you, screaming insults as you try to back away.
The noise grabs the attention of the staff, including Felix and Chan, who were quick to go to you side and push Aeri away from you.
You fell into Chan's arms, crying as you hold your aching head.
"Yeah, alright, I fucking stole the tracks, but at least I'm not this industry's doormat like you..." Aeri spat venom, acting high and mighty despite being taken by the guards and squirming out of their grasps as she was escorted out.
You straighten yourself, pushing away from Chan as you wipe your tears with the back of your hands.
Chan and Felix leads you to an empty practice room, sitting you down on the couch. You try to fix your hair with your fingers as you sniffled and wiped your tears.
"Noona, did she hurt you anywhere else?" Felix asked, rubbing your back and encouraging you to take deep breaths.
You shake your head, feeling tired from the encounter.
Chan looked at a lost for words, staring intently at you with deep regret in his heart.
"Chan hyung, maybe Y/N noona should go home for today and rest." Felix looked at Chan, who nodded and gently held your wrist.
"Let me drive you home..."
You didn't say anything, but you let him guide you all the way to his car, no protest coming from you mouth despite not really wanting to be alone with him. You'd rather have that awkward car ride than tire yourself out even more fiddling with public transport.
Everything was still heavy on your heart, and you could only lean your head against the window and stare blankly at the road ahead when your tears finally dried.
Like you hoped for, he remained quiet the entire drive, but you weren't oblivious to his occasional glances which he seems to disguise as a look at the side mirror.
Finally, you arrived at your building and you quickly slipped out of the seatbelt, hand finding the door handle when you feel him hold onto your other.
"I'm sorry..."
You didn't respond, but you stayed, sensing there was more to come.
"Don't listen to her... or to me... to everything we said." He's talking about it, while it's still fresh in your mind and clenching at your heart.
Maybe he has the guts because he wasn't the one emotionally beaten down to a pulp today, but you were tired, and you didn't want to hear anymore from anyone today.
"I should have trusted you... and I do trus-"
"Chan..." You interrupted him, looking back at his guilty eyes with your red rimmed ones. "Let's talk about this another time."
He sees the tiredness in your eyes, begging him to let you go and rest. His lips press to a thin line as he nods.
You sigh as you open the door, pulling away from his loose grip as you walk away, not looking back.
...
The records were recovered, but some of the them were corrupted due to being compressed in the flash drive.
Still, it was better than losing the whole album entirely. It made Chan think, not only had he not properly apologized, he never got to thank you for recovering the stolen files.
But he hasn't seen you since that day, and it's been a week. He knew you needed space, but he also badly wanted to talk to you.
His guilt never waivered, and his heart clenches every time he thinks of what you must be feeling. And that's when he finally decides to message you.
"Good morning :))"
"Just wanted to update you, since you have also put a lot on this album. Some tracks got corrupted, but we've been fixing them over the week."
"I can't thank you enough, really."
He bites his lip as he thinks of what to say next, or if there's anything else to say. Before he could send another message, you reply to him.
"Jisung told me that."
Chan looked back at the sleeping quokka on the couch before he typed out a reply.
"Oh, well I also wanted to ask how you're doing..."
"I haven't seen you in a while."
"I'm sorry, but I really can't do much there without my laptop."
Right, he remembers seeing your laptop destroyed after that confrontation with Aeri, probably a product of her rage.
Though it does hurt him knowing that you think he is only expecting you to go back to work. He just wanted to see you, talk to you, apologize.
Maybe reveal some pent up feelings, but that's not gonna happen now that he feels like he pushed you too far away.
"You can use mine."
His heart beats faster when he sees your chat bubble going appearing and disappearing, radiating the anxiousness you probably felt. Quickly, he adds:
"I trust you."
He sees you go silent for a while, the seconds you take typing an answer felt like an eternity to him.
"What would you have me do?"
"Maybe help me rerecord some of the lines we couldn't salvage..."
"I also miss you insisting on staying with me until midnight." He chooses to erase this message rather than sending it to you.
"I'll come tomorrow, if it's okay with you."
"More than okay, thank you."
The conversation ends at that, though he wishes he could move past the dry work talk and actually hear about you.
...
You quietly enter the recording room, peaking to see Chan working on his laptop, Changbin looking at something on his phone, and Jisung sound asleep on the couch.
You slip your way into the room, which already caught the attention of Changbin. "Y/Niee, haven't seen you in a while." He stands to greet you, and you see Chan freeze up at the call of you name, turning his head to the door to meet your eyes.
"Sorry, Binnie, I just didn't think I'd have anything else to do here." You smile at him. "Jisung keeps me updated on what's been happening and it kinda seems like all you have to do is refine the tracks."
"Yeah, but we still gotta rerecord lines and replay beats. It's still tiring to redo all these things when I thought we would've been done by now." The rapper pouts, making you giggle. He looks back at Chan, who seems to be frozen staring at you.
Quicky, Changbin goes to Jisung's side, shaking him awake. "Oi, we still have that practice with Lee Know hyung right now, wake up."
The younger rapper groins, eyes squinting before focusing on the people on his vision. "Hyung, come on..." His eyes travel and land on you. "Ohh, Y/Nie!"
He sits up immediately, jumping to hug you. "Missed you."
"It was only a week, Hannie." Regardless, you hugged him back, before Changbin tapped his shoulder.
"Practice." He reminded, and not long after, the two rappers left the room, leaving you alone with Chan.
"You're not joining them to practice?" You asked him casually, catching him off guard. You look down with a smile, thinking that maybe he did not expect you to talk to him so easily.
"No, um... I'm still busy here." He answers, standing up to face you entirely, though his tense posture never fades. "And I've been meaning to talk to you, so I'm glad you're here."
"Sorry, Chris. I know not showing up for work is against my contract and-"
"No no... it's not that..." He takes in the distance between the two of you, his legs itching to step closer. "I just want to apologize... for everything I said."
Maybe there is some pride building up inside you as you witness him regret, his apology somewhat soothing the ache that still silently holds your heart. But it's not enough, and you're afraid you might not look at him the same way.
You tell yourself it's for the best anyway, it's better not to be distracted by silent feelings and unspoken relationships in your line of work.
"I don't want you to think I feel that way about you..." He walks up to you, stopping just about at arms length. "I was wrong and I... I hurt you."
"If you made me come here just for this then this could have been an email." You were lying, in fact, it would crush you more if he decided words on a screen would be enough to make amends. But you didn't want the possibility of breaking down in front of him once again to come to fruition.
"No, Y/N, you deserve to hear all my regret, my apologies from me. I want you to know how sorry I am..." His arms lay straight by his side, his hands twitching to grab at something for comfort, much like yours. "I'm sorry for not trusting you, for saying all that stupid shit. Y/N, I value you as a hardworking part of the team, a friend that's always there for us."
You avoid his gaze, looking down as you process the word 'friend', you knew what it meant, but you surely didn't think it was a big enough word to describe what you once were.
Chan noticed this, immediately catching his own words. "A friend whom I have grown to love..."
You shake your head, chucking lowly. "You sure know how to run your mouth."
He frowns, stepping closer and lifting your chin till your eyes meet. "You think I'm saying this to get on your good graces again?" He falters at the sight of silent tears flowing freely from your eyes. "Y/N, I want to apologize... but I wouldn't force you to forgive me o-or return my feelings."
"I know I hurt you, Y/N, not only that, I let Aeri hurt you too." He looks at you as if searching for even a hint of the emotions that he expects; anger, disappointment, sadness.
But all he sees is that you were tired.
"Aeri was right though, I am a doormat to the industry... a sucker to someone like you, Chris." You push his hand away from you, wiping your tears roughly with your wrist. "I got cozy in this thing between us, it made me think we could actually be more than..." You couldn't finish your words for you didn't know the label to put between you.
It breaks him to see you so hard on yourself. "That's not true... you're a compassionate producer that views music as more than a profit gain, you love your work, you saved our album even when you knew you could get hurt."
"But I had my own mishaps, there were boundaries I overstepped. So I should also say sorry." Your eyes meet his, but yours held some sort of... fear, distance... like looking at him hurts you. "You don't have to get on my good graces, you don't have to ask me to forgive you. We can just continue as co-producers... because that's all we are."
"Y/N..." He whispers solemnly, his heart aching as you seem to erase any history between you from your mind,
"From now on, let's keep it professional."
His heart clenched at the finality of your words, feeling the ever growing distance between you.
...
Chan often reminisces about your past late nights together.
Though the two of you stayed in the studio working into the late hours of the night, it was never a dull moment such as now. Back then, you would share giggles at hidden messages in the songs, laughing at Han's raw adlibs sounding like random moaning sounds, stressing at approaching deadlines.
The awkwardness never opted you to go home early, and he knows that you would work yourself to the bone to perfect the songs assigned to you, never backing out no matter the unconventional situation between you.
He wished you could see yourself the way he does.
He wished you chose to scream and yell at him rather than shut yourself entirely to him.
He stares at you now, you working on his laptop, careful in all your movements, as if you're scared to accidently open something not meant for your eyes and ears.
It's a good thing Jisung and Changbin were there to lessen the tension in the air, the latter was by your side talking your ear off as you work, but you entertained him with a smile.
"Hyung." Changbin sits beside the leader, calling for his attention.
Chan hums, silently asking what's up. "Y/N noona isn't gonna work here anymore after this comeback?" Changbin asks, reminding him of the meeting he dreaded to attend earlier in the week, where you said you were terminating your contract. "Is it because of that other producer?"
He didn't want to answer, he didn't want to say that yes, he has thoroughly ruined your relationship and that you probably didn't want to see his face so you were leaving. His silence was enough of an answer though.
It's rare to find someone like you, he finds, someone that lit the flame of creativity in his mind, someone that he connects with to a tempo others can't even hear.
He wishes he had shown you himself entirely, every track in every album of his library, because he knows you would have loved every single song.
hellooo i really loved your feelings not sent series and was wondering if you will be continuing it?
Of course I'll be continuing until they're all finished. I see all the support that series is getting and it makes me so happy and motivates me to continue making more!
I JUST FOUND YOU TODAY AND I NEED MORE OF WHAT YOU CAN PRODUCE RIGHT AT THIS INSTANT 📢📢📢📢📢‼️‼️‼️‼️
Hehehehe I hope you will stick around cus I'm definetly on an on again off again relationship with writing.
My brain is just full of ideas but not a lot of motivation to build around those ideas, so it takes a while for me to upload again. But thank you for your support and I'm glad you enjoy the stories
Summary: Han really wants you to attend the concert, but you are always busy with work. He never hides how upset he feels about this, and you've always been so afraid to disappoint him.
Tags: Angst to Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Passive Aggressiveness
Series: Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N
*rubs hands together mischievously* how about stray kids texts when their 9th member texts them because they need help? Ideas: someone is following them, they can't calm down from a panic attack, someone's flirting with them at an event and they can't get out of the conversation, maybe a period incident, they get overwhelmed at a party and want to go home, etc etc etc
Alone for the Camera
Pairing: OT8!SKZ x 9th Member!Fem!Reader
Summary: During an event, the party gets wild and you all got separated from each other. Being alone and vulnerable, the paparazzi starts targeting you and you try to ask for help from the members, but they all seem busy.
Tags: Angst to Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attack, Polyamorous Relationship
Masterlist
Author's Note: I interpreted this request as all members together, rather than each one with their own scenarios, I hope that's okay.
Summary: You fiance has not once shown up to your wedding planning dates, in fact, he barely shows up at all. After ten months of being engaged and still no wedding or even solid plans for the ceremony, you seek comfort by adopting a cat that randomly showed up on your porch the same day Minho was supposed to go on a business trip.
Or... Minho gets karma for being a bad fiance by being turned into a cat.
"So I should schedule our wedding planner interviews by the third week?" You try to catch his eyes, but they were everywhere but on you. It's been like that for a while.
Minho busies himself packing a suitcase, letting out a half-minded hum. "Why can't you schedule it any other day? You're available."
Because you want it to be with him. You wanted to think of the motif with him, the flowers, the decorations, the guests, the cake flavor, the venue, the rings. It should be about you and him, not just you.
But... perhaps you're being too sentimental. You look at Minho now as the successful CEO he became from all his hardwork, he's serious, strategic, stoic. Unlike the Minho you met in your senior year of high school, the one that was silly, loud, and cheeky, sneakily slipping into your heart by acting both nonchalant while seemingly never getting enough of your attention.
Almost like a cat.
Maybe the Minho now isn't the type to want to be involved in menial things like planning the wedding, in fact, it seems as if he has no plans to be wed anytime at all, he's much too busy now.
You look down at your ring, a glimmering diamond adorned it while the metal that wraps around your finger forms into swoops that border the diamond. It's very beautiful, though he never explained to you why he chose that design, you always find yourself admiring the ring, a symbol of a future with him.
You smiled, trying to ease your feelings as you always do. "I'll keep that in mind." You answered, leaving the conversation to die once again.
...
It rained the day he left for the business trip, the sky mirroring your feelings of sorrow as you're reminded that he'll probably be a ghost the whole two weeks.
He's already pretty elusive when he's there, staying at the office late and going in early in the morning. You've always been thankful for him, providing for you even before you got engaged and letting you quit your less than ideal office job when he did propose.
Your thoughts were cut off when rough scratching rings from the door, panicked mews accompanying them as you rush to open.
A tuxedo cat barges into the house as if it lived there, grumbling in annoyance as it pounces on the rug to dry itself from the rain.
As it does so, it starts to screech at you. "Y/N, Y/N, it's me! I'm Minho, I have no idea what happened, but you need to call an ambulance or a vet, or even a wizard!"
"Honey, honey, it's okay, you're safe here..."
"No the hell it's not okay! I got turned into a cat!"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." You gently shush the cat, stepping closer inch by inch.
"Can't you understand me?!"
"Aww, I wish I can understand what you're meowing about, honey."
"...I'm doomed."
It was supposed to be a normal day for Minho, an unluckly, but albeit normal day. As he's about to leave for the airport from the office, he realized he forgot some documents at home.
He decided to leave his luggage in his office and drive back home to get the documents. As luck would have it, his car breaks down in the middle of the rain. He curses the sky as he opens the door to check if there's any way to get home, only for lightning to strike accompanied by blinding light.
The next second he opens his eyes, he had paws and whiskers and he was only a few inches off the ground.
Scared, he runs home as fast as he could, clawing at your door and now he's here, utterly doomed.
...
It's been five days and Lino, the name you have the cat, had no intention of going back outside. In fact, he struts around the place like he knows it by heart.
His relentless meows have not gone away either, at least once an hour he sits by your side or jumps to stand face to face with you and frantically meow his heart out, almost like he's desperately trying to make you understand him.
You just sum it up that maybe he's just a really active and talkative cat, and you continue to indulge him by nodding and smiling and scratching behind his ears and chin.
Minho puffs up frustrated sighs everytime.
"Magic exists and I was cursed to turn into a cat, Y/N!"
"Lino, you're demanding more food? You just cleaned out your whole bowl 20 minutes ago." You giggled as the cat seemed to stomp at your reply.
"You didn't put enough and you know I have a big appetite. Oh, and you have to find out how turn me back into a human!"
"Aww, my little kitty is upset, you want some pets?" You scooped up the grumpy cat and placed him on your lap on the couch.
"No, I don't want pets, Y/N! Can't you see that this is your fiancé in front of you?"
He swears it was the cat side of him that immediately calmed down and leaned into you touch when you started to scratch his chin. And it was definitely that same side that pawed at your hand when you stopped.
As his eyes slowly closed in content, a picture frame on the side table caught his attention. It was a picture of you and him.
Minho sits up immediately and leaps to the picture. "Here, here!" He points at the picture of himself and then his cat body.
You stand in shock, looking at the picture of you and your fiance. "You're right, Lino..." Minho felt like he could leap in joy at your response.
"I should call him... it's been almost a week since we last spoke."
He meows in protest, but it was too late as you already went ahead and grabbed your phone.
Minho remembers that he left his luggage and phone in his office when he drove back home to get some of the documents he forgot. His office was completly inaccessible to anyone when he's away and his phone was in silent mode.
Of course no one was gonna answer you. But you didn't know that. Minho stares at you in frustration first, still not being able to effectively communicate with you.
But as he looks up at you again, the faint expression of excitement replaced with slow defeat as you call goes to voicemail, his eyes soften from that of annoyance to... he doesn't know.
But he doesn't like that look on your beautiful face.
"Hey, my love, just calling in to check on you. I'm sure you must be busy, but I want you to know that I really miss you, okay?" Despite your mood shifting when he didn't answer, you tried to keep your voice happy, unaware of the knowing look from the cat beside you.
He listens intently at your words. "Take care of yourself and don't skip on sleep or meals. Okay, I love you... c-call me when you can."
You end your message, looking back at the cat with a smile that held back the emotion in your eyes. "Well, that could've have gone better."
"He's busy, you know? And every second of his day is important." You sigh, leaning into the couch cushions and closing your eyes. "Can't expect him to be thinking of me too when he's already got so much on his mind."
Minho thinks he could spare a call and maybe a few texts, just so he doesn't ever get to see that solemn look on your face.
He gets back up on your lap, cuddling into your stomach, and for the first time since he came in, he stays quiet, purring softly as if to comfort you.
You look down at him and smile, "Thank you, honey, I needed that."
...
Your heart never rests, and everyday you did the same thing, calling him and never getting answered, leaving a voice message that never seems to be heard. Minho sticks by your side each time, and your glad that you have a companion that cuddles up to after each disappointing call.
His little cat heart begins to ache a bit. He shouldn't have gotten used to it, to shrugging off your missed calls, to replying late to your messages, to not being there. Not when your lips turn into a frown that he had the privilege of usually never seeing before because he actually made you happy back then.
He made you happy back then...
But now? He can't even see what he makes you feel because he's never there.
And when he's here... he's a stinking cat!
You wipe your tears before they make it past your cheeks, looking at the lack of any reply on your phone. The ring on your finger glimmers beside your phone, reminding you of the promise of marriage that never seems to come.
Minho's cat eyes find the same ring, and a guilty feeling consumes him. That ring, it looks out of place on you finger, and he knows why.
...
Two weeks.
He's supposed to be home today.
Yet still no reply.
Lino has calmed down now, no more meowing fit and screaming in your face or trying to make you understand, though he still does have some weird behavior like using the toilet instead of the cat litter you bought him, tucking himself next to you in bed like a human, going into Minho's office and just staring at the papers on his desk. And for a cat, he's awfully afraid of heights.
No matter how much of an odd cat he is, you have to admit that without him, you would have been in a depressive spiral trying to contact Minho. You've been left hanging for so long that you actually started to get worried that something may have happened to him.
"I should call his assistant, right? Something might have happened and he couldn't contact me." The cat bounced from his loaf position, walking eagerly to you.
"That's a great idea! Then they'll tell you that I didn't make it to my trip and I'm missing."
"Okay, here I go." The phone rings and soon his assitant picks up.
"Hello, you are calling Lee Corp. How may I help you?"
"Hi, I was just wondering if there's any news on Minho over there. If he's okay and whatnot."
"Oh." The voice at the other line seem to turn snarky as she realizes who you are. "Ms. Y/N, if Mr. Lee is not responding to you, then he must be very busy and has no time to check his phone."
Minho's head turns, he's never heard his assistant speak in such a condescending voice, especially not to his fiancé.
"There's no need to worry, Ms. Y/N, the team and I take good care of him, so your worry is not needed. I'm sure Mr. Lee is fine, and you should not bother contacting him because it might interfere with his important business."
Minho leaps to you lap, grumbling and hissing at your phone speaker. "What the hell are you saying?"
"Wait... can you call him for me? I just need to talk to him..." You pleaded, but you're met with a scoff.
"Ms. Y/N, there's no need for a call, Mr. Lee will be home soon and you can continue to cling to him as you please." The assistant hangs up at that, making you stare at your phone in disbelief.
Minho too was stunned by the sheer unprofessionalism of his assistant, he wishes he could have said something to defend you, to let you know that he won't let her speak to you like that.
Though for you, that call was a shot to your heart more than anything, inflating your insecurities as you stare at your reflection on the screen.
He doesn't need you, you are only a bother to him, you cling to him while he tries to move forward. Maybe that's why he's so miserable in your relationship.
Tears start to quietly fall from your eyes as you let your thoughts take over you. Minho immediately paws at your face, but you avoid it, hugging your legs and crying into your knees, keeping yourself hidden from his gaze.
You feel his paws at your side, his body trying to snuggle closer to you, but no matter how much you try to appreciate it, no amount of comfort can make you feel better right now.
...
It was another rainy night, still no sign of Minho despite him supposedly coming home today.
You prepared Lino's dinner, but he seemed far too anxious to eat.
He can't eat when he sees you constantly looking at your phone with a deep thought, typing up something only to delete it later.
He wonders what could be in your mind, you might be mad at him, he understands. He also wonders if he's ever gonna turn back to human, or is he just forced to watch as you begin to believe that he has left you with no explanation.
Your phone starts to ring, and he immediately bolts to your side on the kitchen counter.
You're calling him again, and he hates that he can't answer, that he can't make up some excuse so you don't have to believe that he's ignoring you on purpose.
Unsurprisingly, it goes to voicemail. You sigh heavily, as if bracing yourself to let it all out on a recording that you're not even sure he's gonna listen to. He does the same, his heart pounding at what you could possibly say to him.
"Hey, Minho, I don't know if you're getting my messages, if you are, I don't even know if you bother to listen to them."
"I wanted to talk to you about us, and what I've been feeling."
Minho's eyes never falter from your dishearted figure.
"I haven't heard from you this entire two weeks, and honestly, I haven't heard much this past few months."
"I know, I'm sorry, my love."
"And I know it's unfair to demand your attention when you're already so busy, but I... I-I just wanted to see you more, and for you to see me too." You try to contain your sobs, hoping to let out more words before your an incoherent mess.
"You deserve my attention, and so much more."
"I have loved you since we were in high school, and more and more every single day after that."
"I feel the same way..."
"But maybe your love isn't the same as mine anymore. Maybe you grew tired."
"Please don't say that..."
"A-And that's why I feel like I should let you go."
"Please don't let me go..."
"I want you to be happy, Minho, to find someone that you can love wholeheartedly. To love your past, present, and make your future beautiful."
"That's you, Y/N."
"Please know that I do still love you and-" *beep*
*Voicemail has exceeded the time limit.*
"God I hate you too..."
Minho looks up at you, his cat eyes glossy. He wishes for you to keep going, to let it out and let him hear all of his wrongdoings.
"I hate you for promising me that I'll be marrying the love of my life, I hate you for ignoring me when all I wanted was to love you, I hate you for taking away the Minho I fell in love with for a decade. I hate you for making me love you no matter how much it hurts me."
Your phone lays flat on the counter, catching your tears as you cry your message into the air.
"I just wish you're here right now... so you would know how much it hurts."
"I'm here..." He meows at your sorrow, head down in shame.
The sound of metal hitting marble catches his ear, and in the next second he sees your figure returning to your room, while beside him, your ring wobbles slightly before it lands flatly right in front of his face.
...
It took two hours before the sobs from your room has calmed down, two hours before the storm outside picked up to accompany thunder. Two hours and he stays planted in his place.
Minho silently stared at the ring on the counter, his eyes trained on it as if it was a threat. He lays on the counter semi-loaf, paws under his chin as he stares unblinking at the ring.
Stupid ring. Ugly, meaningless, basic. That's what he thinks of it.
You derserve better, not just the first thing he saw when he went into the jewelry store. He got a random ring, proposed to you on a random day, and treated it like it meant nothing.
He did it because he was scared, he saw the way you started looking so down months ago, he saw how you no longer lit up the way you did around him, he saw the space between you expanding and he couldn't have that.
He was scared to lose you, so he proposed. And the way you lit up again ten times brighter brought him a sense of security.
Candles eventually burn out and he saw that even after getting a ring, you never escaped the emptiness that haunted your relationship.
It's his fault, for working himself to death, for acting like his work was his life, for thinking that one gesture is all it takes to make you happy again when all you ever wanted was him.
You deserve better, a better ring, a better fiancé.
Minho whimpers slightly, tears clouding his dilated eyes. He doesn't blink them away, he just stares at the ring as if it led to all of his mishaps.
He designs a ring in his mind, one that isn't just a band with an expensive diamond stuck to it, one with meaning, with designs that capture you and him. He imagines giving it to you on the anniversary of when you agreed to be his girlfriend, under twinkling stars and surrounded by fireflies, on the hill he took you to have a chilly night picnic. You would scream yes and he would almost roll down the hill in full excitement.
Instead he proposed in your bedroom while you were getting ready for bed. You still cried, you still smiled so happily and kissed him in fervor. He knows that no matter what, you would be grateful, but he beats himself up for not even making an effort.
And now you're slipping away...
You emerge from the bedroom, still with bloodshot eyes, but no longer hiccuping sobs. "Lino, still didn't eat, honey?" You scratch under his ear, and only then did he close his eyes to lean in to your touch.
Minho looks up at you, "I love you, Y/N..." He mutters the most heartfelt meows you've ever heard from a cat. It's a shame you can't understand him.
You sigh, seeing from the still full cat bowl that the cat did not really feel like eating. You slowly lift him off the counter, craddling him in your arms. "How about we just go to bed now and then you can have a big breakfast?"
He hums as he snuggles into your embrace, and you smile at how he seems to really understand you. His heart aches at how beautiful your heart is, how it's always been, because he feels as if he doesn't deserve to be in your arms.
You lay in bed, placing him on top of your chest. He loafs on you, and you both quietly stare at each other.
"Tomorrow, we're gonna go to my mom's house. And we're gonna stay there for a while..." He sees a packed suitcase placed by the closet, the closet just open enough for him to see the lack of your clothes in there.
He also notices the missing items around the room that you would normally keep in there own places. Other than your presence, you completly wiped the room of you.
"Don't go..." He gently meows at you, eyes once again filling with tears.
"Are you crying, honey?" You asked worriedly, knowing you're not getting a response. "Why are your eyes so sad, my sweet kitty?" You pet him gently, heart aching at the sight of the glossy eyed cat.
"Don't leave me..."
You think that maybe he's attched to your home and he doesn't want to leave. "It's okay, honey, you'll always be with me."
"I should've been... I should always be with you..."
His meows sounded like painful whispers, eluding to a feeling you can't quite understand from him. You press a kiss on his nose, comforting the seemingly distressed cat.
Thundet roars outside, and a flash of light appears to blind the entire room.
"Don't leave me..."
You breathe heavily, your eyes wide.
"Minho?"
Lino the cat was gone and suddenly it was Minho on top of you, legs in between yours while his face hides in the crook of your neck. You feel his tears warm on your skin as he exhales sobs against you.
He expects you to push him off, to berate him and leave right now, he clings on tightly just in case.
But instead, he feels one hand brushing through his hair and another soothing his back. "There there, my love, it's okay..."
And because it's you saying it, he believes it.
...
"Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"The lightning turned me into a cat and I was trying to tell you for two weeks but you couldn't understand me." Minho was tucked under the blanket after changing from his suit to his nightwear, looking at you with boba eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed.
"So you're Lino?" He nods at your question.
Your heart drops, he has seen you moping and hurting and even breaking down. "That's why you weren't answering my calls?" He nods again.
"I'm sorry, Y/N..." He lifts his hand from beneath the blanket to hold your hand. "Not just about these two weeks, but every single day I made you feel neglected. We promised each other that we'd always be there, and I got so used to you always being here when I come home, I forgot to be here for you when I am home. I was consumed by work, by always trying to be on top, but I forgot that all of this... was for us, for my dream future with you."
Tears stain both of your cheeks, and though Minho was never fond of talking about feelings or getting too serious, he finds that talking to you and you finally understanding him was a huge privilege.
"Minho... I dreamed everyday of our future, and I can't imagine myself still being here while you work yourself to death and-"
"I know, and I won't do that, not anymore. Not when my favorite person is always home waiting for me. I can't imagine a future without you, Y/N, you're all I've ever loved about life..." He sits up, caressing your hand with both of his, feeling your fingers.
"I-I'm sorry I took off the ring, Minho..."
"No... I should be sorry, for giving you a crappy ring in a crappy proposal..." He sighs, remembering the lack of thought in a supposedly meaningful event.
"I was crying happy tears that night..."
"But you deserve better, and I need to deserve you again, if you would have me."
You smile slightly. "I want to have you... but maybe not with a ring right now..."
He nods frantically. "I'll take that, besides, I need more months to plan my next proposal." You giggled as he wipes away the last of your tears. "For now... let me focus on spending more time with you, like we used to.
"I'd like that..." You reply, right as he stomach grumbles, signaling his hunger. "I told you to eat, Lino."
Minho chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Can we eat now?"
You hum, leading him out of the bed and into the kitchen.
What you didn't expect was a tuxedo cat on your kitchen counter, the engagement ring in its mouth as it looks surprised at you two.
It hurried to escape through the slightly ajar back door. "What was that?" You stood in shock, looking at the window to see that the cat has jumped the fence.
"Maybe it was for the best. I already have a ring idea in my mind, anyway."
Seven months later, he brought you to the hill, just as he imagined, got down on one knee and proposed to you with a ring with diamonds placed in the shape of a cat's paw.
And it took another five months to plan the wedding because it turns out he was a lot more particular than you were gonna be.
Hi! Just wanted to let you know that your masterlist doesn't seem to be working, when you click on the stories it just takes through to a separate screen saying "no post found"
Ohhh nooo! It's probably cuz I changed my name. None of the links in my posts are working huhu
Anyways, I'll fix that soon, but man that sucks for me 🫠
hiiii im the one that said you're my new fav angst writerrr!! welcome backkkkkk!!! i just read chan's ver and it was so perfect and lmao the 'no' in the end really had me giggling at 3am 🤣🤣🤣
I don't think welcome back is necessarily right, cuz I think u guys are gonna be seeing me appearing and disappearing frequently heheheh
But worry not, I'll keep trying to provide some angst and more for you guys
Thank you for your support! (Chan couldn't accept the 3 year old stealing his date)
