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Hello!! I'm Sundae but I wouldn't mind any nicknames! I'm 19!! I'm pretty new to all this so please go easy on me!! Requests are open, will only write for enhypen, ateez, skz, bts, and Svt

[sunnieda3]

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-I’m mostly comfortable with writing male readers or male oc’s but I’ll expand if needed

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꽃.ㅤㅤ( 𝒥𝔲𝐬𝑡 ) ／ㅤ𝔘𝓼ᆞᆞᆞ𝔉𝓸𝓇𝑒𝔳𝔢𝒓.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝑌𝑢𝑛𝒉𝑜, 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 (4𝑦), 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡), 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑑, 𝑌𝑢𝑛𝒉𝑜 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠—𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛.

Summer had just ended when you moved with your parents to a private neighborhood—again. A quiet place, with pristine streets, neighbors walking their dogs, elderly folks jogging, and houses that all looked eerily similar. It wasn’t the most exciting place in the world, but at least you had your own space, and the university wasn’t as far away as the others had been. Not bad.

Your parents, on the other hand, seemed thrilled about this so-called “fresh start” and, as expected, wasted no time striking up conversations with some of the neighbors.

That’s how you met him.

At first, it was just a few glances from the corner of your eye as you hauled heavy boxes from the trunk of the car. He was tall, dressed in a neatly pressed shirt, with a calm expression as he spoke to your parents at the entrance. You wouldn’t have paid much attention to him—until you heard him call your name.

“You must be [...], right?”

When you looked up and straightened, Yunho was already in front of you, wearing a... friendly smile. There was something about him—a natural confidence that made anyone lower their guard the moment they saw him.

“I’m Yunho. Jeong Yunho. I live a few houses down... Your parents mentioned you’ll be starting university soon.”

His tone was warm, too gentle, too sweet—perfect. He wasn’t giving you a single reason to be suspicious of him, was he?

Moving had never been an issue for you. Or at least, it had never affected you as much as it did now.

Maybe it was because this time, it wasn’t just about changing houses—it was an entirely different environment. A new university. Strange people. Going from the city to a private neighborhood with spotless streets, picture-perfect houses, and neighbors who seemed to live flawless lives gave you a weird feeling. Like everything was too... organized.

Too controlled. Or rather, too perfect. Almost stupidly dreamlike.

Yunho was one of the first people to welcome you. Or, more accurately, to show up at your door the day after helping you haul what felt like a thousand boxes into your new place.

You remembered it clearly. His soft voice, his polite tone, the way your parents thanked him for offering to help you get settled. It was a simple gesture, but from that day on, he never really left your side.

You still recalled the faint creak of the fence pulling you out of your thoughts. When you looked up, there he was, leaning against the wooden frame, his expression relaxed as he watched you.

“Heey, more boxes? Need a hand with that?”

His voice was calm, like he wasn’t expecting a no.

You blinked a couple of times before glancing down at the boxes in your hands—the last ones left to take up to your room. They weren’t heavy, but after so many trips back and forth, your body was starting to feel it.

“Nah, don’t worry… It’s not much. Just my room stuff, a couple of wooden shelves,” you replied, but he was already walking toward you.

By the time you thought of refusing, he had already taken one of the boxes with ease. His fingers brushed against yours in the process, but he either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care.

“You could use an extra pair of hands anyway. You look like Bambi trying to walk,” he said with a small laugh, flashing a sweet smile.

You didn’t argue. You couldn’t. Somehow, when Yunho spoke in that effortlessly casual way, it was hard to contradict him. Like he knew exactly how to make you melt, what words to use to make you say yes without a second thought.

You followed him upstairs, and as he set the box down on your bed, he glanced around the room with a neutral expression—almost like he was assessing it. Judging it, you thought.

“Have you settled in well? Feeling comfortable yet?” he asked casually, his gaze trailing over the still-unopened boxes.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s quiet, but I haven’t met many people yet.”

“Well... at least you know me now. That should be enough, right?”

His tone was light, playful, but the way his eyes lingered on yours for just a second too long made something stir in your chest.

“I suppose so,” you replied.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. Yunho didn’t make you nervous—not in the way someone dangerous would. There was something about him that made him too easy to be around, too easy to follow along with.

The silence between you both was only broken by small, nervous smiles and the quiet exhales you let out through your nose.

“You know, your mom invited me over for tea the other day,” he said suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You frowned slightly.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah... We talked a little. She said she wanted me to look out for you.” He smiled slightly, though his eyes seemed to be watching your every reaction as he chuckled.

“And what did you say?”

“The truth,” he shrugged. “That I’d always keep an eye on you. Even if she hadn’t asked.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you just let out a short laugh.

“You make it sound like I’m a little kid.”

“Nah, not exactly.” Yunho tilted his head slightly, his smile barely there. “...But you are younger than me. And you just moved in. It’s normal for someone to look out for you a bit.”

Something about the way he said it sent a strange feeling down your spine, but before you could reply, he had already changed the subject.

“So… got any plans for today?”

“Nothing special. Just lying on the floor and pretending I’m organizing my stuff.”

“That’s... charming. How about we take a walk instead? I can show you around.”

His proposal was direct, without a single hint of hesitation. In fact, it sounded more like a plan than a suggestion.

There was no reason to say no. It made sense to get to know the neighborhood, and if anyone could show you around, it was him. Him.

You nodded. Yunho smiled, though for just a second, his eyes darkened.

“Good.”

You couldn't say it was annoying. Yunho wasn’t overbearing, he wasn’t intrusive, but somehow, his presence was constant—too much so.

If you went outside to take out the trash, he was in his garden.

If you came back from university, you’d see him leaning against his fence, smoking with a calm expression.

If your mother hosted a dinner with the neighbors, he was there, chatting with her as if they had known each other for years.

That was fine, wasn’t it? It was normal for a neighbor to try to be friendly, especially when you were new to the area.

But then… the little things started happening.

At first, you only noticed that he seemed to know more than he should—things you had never told him.

"Saw you leaving early today. Literature again?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah… how did you know?"

"You looked sleepier than usual. It was the same for me when I had that class. Always so boring."

Small details. Nothing that should really worry you. But then he started showing up in places you didn’t expect.

One time, after a particularly exhausting day, you decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.

Just to clear your head. You hadn’t gone far when you felt a presence behind you, making you lower the volume of your music and take out one of your earbuds.

"Oh, out for a walk? That’s a surprise." His voice startled you.

You turned your head and saw him there, one hand in his pocket while the other toyed with his keys, his usual lighthearted smile in place.

"Ah, yeah… Were you walking around too?"

"Something like that. I live close by and figured I’d take out the trash before it got too late." He shrugged, as if that was enough of an explanation.

And, in theory, it was. But the way he kept appearing whenever you were alone started to feel less like a coincidence and more like… something else.

Something too frequent, less like fate—more like… being watched?

After that night, you convinced yourself you were overthinking things. Until the café incident.

One morning, before your only class at university, you were at a café, looking at the menu when a familiar voice interrupted you.

"You didn’t ask, but I’d recommend the Americano. I remember you like really sweet things, right?"

You turned abruptly. Yunho was there, phone in hand and a cup of black coffee in the other, his expression completely at ease.

"Yunho? Wow… heh. What are you doing here?"

"Well, getting myself a coffee? I work nearby, and when I’ve got too much on my plate, I come here for a little energy boost."

There was no point arguing about it. It was a public café, after all.

But as you placed your order, something about his comment stuck with you.

‘I remember you like really sweet things, right?’

You had never told him that.

You couldn’t recall mentioning it in any conversation. Not even during dinners at home with your parents.

And yet, he knew.

Maybe you had talked too much about your preferences at some point.

Maybe Yunho was just observant.

Maybe…

Maybe you were imagining things, and your mother had simply mentioned it to him.

You didn’t want to overthink it. After all, Yunho hadn’t done anything truly strange—at least, not yet. He had never crossed a line or said anything that made you feel directly uncomfortable.

He was just a very attentive guy. A friend who was there when you needed him.

But then you started noticing more things.

No matter what time you left the house, he always seemed to know exactly when you’d be passing by. Like that time when you finished classes later than usual and, as you got off the bus, you saw him waiting inside his car.

"What are you doing here so late?" you asked, gripping the strap of your backpack tighter than necessary.

"Huh? I stopped by the store on the corner, and that’s when I saw you get off the bus," he replied naturally. "Want a ride home? I think it’s going to rain soon."

You hesitated for a second.

It wasn’t uncomfortable to go with him. In fact, it seemed like a kind gesture. He had said it in such a calm voice, always with something interesting to say, and somehow, his presence was… soothing.

But what worried you most wasn’t how he made you feel when he was with you. It was the lingering sensation afterward. As if his presence never really faded, even when he wasn’t around.

Like the lingering warmth of a hand on your skin—you could still feel it long after it was gone.

You accepted the ride that time. And then again. And again. Before you knew it, you couldn’t remember the last time you had walked home alone.

Things settled down for a while. You still saw him, but the visits and conversations became less frequent. You assumed it was because of his job, which was… a little strange? There were nights when he came home really late, sometimes past 4 a.m., looking slightly disheveled—his hair messy, his suit and shirt somewhat wrinkled.

Hmm…

Anyway… then there was another—yet another—somewhat ‘comical’ situation. Something about your phone, which had gone missing for nearly a day.

One morning, while searching for it at the bus stop, Yunho rolled down his car window, watching you.

"Looking for something?" he asked with his usual smile, holding up your phone.

Your stomach twisted.

"What. Where did you find it?"

"It was near your mailbox. I think you dropped it when you got out of my car. Your mom called me to give it to me so I could hand it back to you."

You took it with a quiet thank you, but as you checked your notifications, something stopped you.

There was a recent call in your log.

Emergency call—1 minute ago.

Your skin prickled.

You didn’t remember dialing an emergency number. You didn’t even have one saved.

You didn’t say anything, but the thought stuck with you all day.

Was it an accident? Had your mom tried to call you?

Or had Yunho checked your phone before giving it back?

The worst part was that, even if you wanted to suspect something, you couldn’t say it out loud. You couldn’t suddenly raise suspicions. There were… no real proofs.

Because Yunho had only returned your phone.

He had only been kind. As always.

As always.

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A few days after that incident, you tried to go on with your routine as if nothing had happened. You didn’t want to obsess over something that, in theory, didn’t make sense. Maybe you had accidentally dialed the emergency number…? Maybe Yunho really had gone to your mother to return your phone. Maybe…

Maybe… perhaps… it was all just a string of oddly coincidental events. That is, if it weren’t for the fact that his visits and conversations started increasing again—too much. It felt like he was practically living with you and your parents.

Because, seriously—God. No matter what time you left or came home, Yunho always seemed to be there. Like that time you went to the small supermarket on the corner, and as you turned past a house, there he was, holding a plastic bag with some bathroom disinfectants.

"Out again? What a surprise," he teased with a smile.

Or that time, just a day after you had casually mentioned how much you liked certain sweets that were hard to find, they suddenly appeared in your mailbox.

With a note: "Thought you’d like these. I spent so much on them, but they’re worth it. Enjoy."

There was no way he could have found them without searching through several expensive stores.

And then… there was the phantom clothing incident—at least, that’s what you decided to call it.

One morning, as you went to grab a hoodie from the basket of freshly washed clothes, you noticed it was missing.

You didn’t think much of it—until later that day, when you were heading out for a quick walk and, from a distance, you spotted Yunho on the street. He was wearing something strangely familiar—a gray hoodie, identical to yours. Too identical.

You wanted to ask him about it, but you felt ridiculous. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe he had owned it for a long time.

Everything was just a bunch of fucking coincidences.

So when Yunho invited your family over for dinner at his place, you didn’t have an excuse to refuse.

"It’s nothing formal," he said in that ever-charming tone of his. "I just… well, I wanted to thank you all for being so good to me. You’re like parents to me, and... [...] is like my little brother."

Your parents agreed without a second thought. They always spoke so highly of him—saying he was hardworking, kind, a young man with a bright future ahead. You didn’t mind going, but you weren’t exactly thrilled, either.

Because deep down, you knew: the more time you spent around Yunho, the harder it became to ignore that faint tingle of unease at the back of your neck.

And then, the night of the dinner arrived—in the blink of an eye.

A few minutes before leaving, you decided to take a quick shower. The warm water cascaded over your skin, easing the tension in your muscles, quieting your thoughts. The way it fell over your ears muted all outside noise, making it impossible to be distracted. You closed your eyes, reveling in the stillness of the bathroom.

For the first time in days, you finally felt like yourself again.

No worries.

No nagging questions.

No frustration.

Until you heard it.

Once. Then again. And again.

A continuous, sharp, but subtle noise.

Click.

Your body went rigid.

It was a small sound, but unmistakable.

You hastily wiped the remaining soap from your face, blinked, and turned toward the fogged-up window. Through the blurred glass, you saw nothing but the silhouettes of trees and the fading evening light.

You waited.

Hoping—praying—to see someone. To catch the faint glow of a red recording light.

... Nothing.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you yanked the curtain shut and rushed to finish up. You didn’t want to stay there a second longer—not when you knew someone was waiting for you to turn around.

You took a shaky breath and forced yourself through the rest of your shower—though every second felt like an agonizing eternity.

Wrapped in a towel, you made your way to your bedroom window. Outside, the street looked as peaceful as ever. Normal. Calm.

Everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

... But the unease in your chest didn’t fade.

Because if you really had heard the sound of a camera—

Who was there to take the picture?

No one knew your bathroom had a window facing the houses in the back.

No one.

Yeah. No one.

Anyway. The lingering mix of curiosity and unease didn’t fade, not even as you got dressed and made your way downstairs to join your parents.

"Took you long enough, did something happen, sweetheart?" your mother asked with a faint smile as she adjusted the collar of her blouse. "We didn’t want to leave without you."

Your father simply slipped on his coat and grabbed the car keys.

"Let’s go. I’ve been looking forward to that turkey Yunho promised me."

You said nothing as you got into the car. The uneasiness still weighed heavy on your chest, but you knew you couldn’t mention it without sounding paranoid. Or… insane.

What were you supposed to say? "I think someone was taking pictures of me while I was in the shower."

No. It sounded ridiculous.

And yet, as your father drove through the neighborhood, your gaze kept flickering toward the street, searching for something—anything—out of place. A shift in the bushes. A shadow where there shouldn’t be one. A glint of light from a camera flash.

Something to prove you weren’t imagining things.

But the street looked… normal. Cars coming and going. Kids playing, elders chatting. Normal.

Since Yunho lived nearby, the drive barely lasted a minute. When you arrived, his house was warmly lit, the glow from the windows casting an inviting hue over the façade. It was a surprisingly elegant home—bigger than one would expect for someone who lived alone and seemingly did nothing but work.

The door opened before your father got out of the car.

"Hey! You actually came. Welcome!" Yunho greeted, flashing a bright smile. He was dressed in a neatly pressed shirt and dark slacks, making him look even taller—more put together. Had he just gotten off work?

"Thank you for having us, Yunho. Your home is… lovely," your mother said warmly as she stepped out of the car.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Han." He gestured for you all to come inside.

The interior was just as pristine as you had imagined—everything in its place, not a single object out of order. Very minimalistic. You liked that. Though it felt less like a home and more like something out of a magazine.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Yunho said as he grabbed a couple of wine glasses and a bottle. "Hope you came hungry. I practically made a buffet."

Dinner was… perfect. Almost too perfect.

Every dish looked professionally crafted, each flavor rich and refined. The atmosphere was comfortable. The wine was expensive. And Yunho made sure the conversation never dulled. He talked about work, how he had bought the house a few years ago, how well things were going for him.

Your parents were charmed.

"That’s so brave of you, dear," your mother said, sounding almost proud. "I can’t imagine someone my son’s age living alone in a place this… new."

Yunho smiled, then—slowly—his gaze landed on you.

"Well, some people have to face the world early and learn to grow up fast. Besides… I think, after all this time, life has finally rewarded me with something truly… beautiful."

Your fingers tightened around your napkin.

You knew it was meant as a compliment.

To your parents, it sounded like one.

But the way he said it… the way his eyes lingered on you just a second too long…

That wasn’t normal. Not from someone who swore he saw you as his little brother.

Your eyes darted away from him, scanning the room instead—anything to distract yourself. And then, you saw it.

Beneath the television, on a small shelf, sat a camera.

A professional camera. With a large lens.

Its position was perfect.

From there, if the camera was turned on, it could capture a direct view of your house.

Your room.

"Everything okay, [...]?" Yunho asked, resting his chin on his hand, eyes locked on you. Your parents were looking, too.

You didn’t know what to say.

You just gripped your napkin a little tighter—trying to ignore the creeping realization that maybe… just maybe…

The fabric between your fingers wasn’t the only thing Yunho wanted you to feel.

Dinner continued through dessert without incident, though it was hard for you to focus on the conversation. Every time Yunho spoke, every time he laughed with your parents, every time his gaze flickered toward you between sips of wine, it felt like something invisible was tightening around your throat.

The camera was still there. It hadn’t moved an inch, but its presence weighed on you.

You tried to ignore it. You didn’t want to obsess. You didn’t want to think about the faint click you had heard outside your room while you were in the shower. You didn’t want to imagine that lens pointing at your window—possibly more than once. Possibly while you were sleeping.

But Yunho knew.

You realized it when, in a fleeting moment, his fingers brushed against yours as he passed you a plate. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear.

"You’re awfully quiet tonight. Something wrong, mmh?"

You froze.

It was a simple, harmless question. But his tone wasn’t. Neither was the way his eyes darkened, subtly shifting.

It was as if he was reminding you that he noticed everything. That he knew exactly what was running through your mind.

"Just… a little tired," you murmured, pulling your hand away and avoiding his gaze.

Yunho only smirked.

After the lavish spread of desserts, the conversation carried on between him and your parents. You barely spoke. Your mind was too busy piecing together everything that had happened in the last few days.

And then, your mother glanced at her watch and slowly got to her feet.

"It’s been a wonderful evening… but I think it’s time we head out. We’re so sorry, dear. We have work early in the morning, and someone has to go to university."

Your father nodded, thanking Yunho once again for the meal.

"You’re always welcome at our home."

"I’d love that," Yunho replied, all warmth and charm—so harmless, so polite. "Maybe… this weekend? I’ll let you know."

Your parents seemed delighted by the idea.

You, on the other hand, felt uneasy at how effortlessly Yunho was sliding back into their lives.

As he saw them to the door, his attention shifted back to you—just for a second.

"See you soon, [...]."

It didn’t sound like a suggestion. Or a farewell.

It sounded like a fact.

"See you soon..."

For the first time, you weren’t sure if it was a promise… or a threat.

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"Fuck you Hyun-jin, I'm getting the door!"

"No way, what if it's my hair supplies!?"

Both of them raced to the door, but Hyun-jin got there first, and they both crashed into each other. As they recollected themselves, the bell rang again. Sun-ji fixed her hair and opened the door.

"Hi. I heard a thud, but you look fine!" Bang Chan stood on the landing, a pink box with MiniMuse on it.

"Oh! Hi. Are those the dolls we ordered?" Sun-ji held her hands out for the box, and Bang Chan placed it in her hands.

"Yup! Oh, who's this?" Both of them looked back at Hyun-jin, who was staring between Bang Chan and Sun-ji with a flabbergasted look on his face.

"Um, sorry. I'm Hyun-jin." Hyun-jin shook Bang Chan's hand. "I'm Sun-ji's boyfriend."

"Ah." Bang Chan quickly retracted his hand, as if it physically hurt him to touch someone he believed to be so close to Sun-ji.

"Huh?" Sun-ji looked between the two, then shook her head. "Never mind. Do you wanna come inside? We're setting up for movie night."

"Oh, sure, I guess!" Bang Chan handed the box to Sun-ji and walked in.

"Dude," Hyun-jin grabbed Sun-ji's hand and pulled her aside. "Blue hair. He could be the stalker!"

Sun-ji wrenched her hand out of his grip. "Dude. He is fine as fuck. And he doesn't know our address."

"How on earth is he here then?" Hyun-jin ran his hand through his long hair, shaking his head as it fell back, framing his face. 

"Oh, Mi-sun called me." Bang Chan's face popped out of the kitchen. "To tell me that you moved. Do you guys have a bathroom?"

"Oh, sure!" Hyun-jin faked a cheery disposition. "Down the hall. You should pass two doors on the right and one on the left."

"Thanks." Bang Chan disappeared.

        As he made his way through this maze of a house, he heard whispers coming from one of the closed doors. He pressed his ears against the door.

        “Mmm, Min-ho…slow down..!” Mi-sun groaned out.

        “Shhh…It’s ok, Mi-sun…you’re doing great..” Lee Know whispered to him, giving him encouragement. 

        “Ahh! I-it hurts…” Mi-sun yelped in half pleasure, half pain.

Bang Chan's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. ‘What the hell are they doing?’

        He rushed to the bathroom and regrettably had to listen to Mi-sun and Lee Know the whole time.

        He puts his head in his hands, ‘They’re so fucking loud!'

        As he finally finished his business, and the banging on the headboard had finally turned to small whispers, he opened the door.

        "Oh." Lee Know looked surprised for a couple seconds, then recollected himself. "I'm Lee Know. You must be one of Hyun-jin's at-home hair stylists?" He extended his hand.

        "Umm, no." Using the towel from the bathroom, Chan shook Lee Know's finger. "I'm one of Sun-ji's friends."

        They both stared at each other for a moment, before Bang Chan broke the silence.

        "So! Wanna head to the living room?"

        "Yeah, sure." They awkwardly made their way to the others. "Why are you here again? I thought this movie night was just for us." Lee Know said, tilting his head suspiciously.

        "Actually, I just came to drop off some dolls, but Sun-ji invited me in."

        "Ah."

        When everyone had settled down, Hyunjin on a beanbag, Lee Know and Sun-ji curled up together on the sofa, and Bang Chan on the floor, they started the movie.

        "So…what were you and Mi-sun doing?" Bang Chan kept his eyes on the screen.

        A small squeak sounded from the stairs. Mi-sun was just coming down, but he raced back up, face burning from embarrassment.

        "I should go check on him," Sun-ji got up. "And Min-ho was probably fucking his brains out." She snickered and followed Mi-sun.

        The movie had just ACTUALLY started when Hyun-jin got a call.

        "Shit, my manager needs me to come in." He got up, tossing the blanket onto Lee Know. "I gotta dip, but you'll be fine!" He slammed the door, leaving Lee Know and Bang Chan alone.

"Um…I need to go check on Mi-sun…later!" Lee Know left as well, abandoning Bang Chan and racing up the stairs.

…

 Two minutes later, Sun-ji came back down. She noticed the absence of everyone but Bang Chan.

"Did Hyun-jin leave already?"

"Yeah," Bang Chan made space for her on the couch. "Said he wasn't really feeling it tonight."

Sun-ji deflated a bit. "I planned it for him, though."

"Oh." Bang Chan scooted a little closer. "Are you okay?"

"We haven't been able to hang out because we both have crazy work hours, and this was supposed to be our special little hangout but then Lee Know invited himself and…" Sun-ji started sniffling. "Sorry," She wiped away the tears. "I don't usually cry."

"No, no, it's fine!" Bang Chan pulled her into a hug. "I mean, he knew it was for him, right? If he still doesn't stick around, does he really care?"

"I think I told him? We haven't actually talked in a while." Sun-ji wipes her eyes, not moving away from Chan.         "Well," He muses. "If he really wanted to hang out…he wouldn't cast you aside like that."

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POV: Me

Like if you want me to be pretty and skinny at least be Bang Chan or another skz member🤷‍♀️

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MY SHAYLLAAAAAA 😩😩😩

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Why tf do I need this photocard so badly..

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HYUNJIN AND FELIX ♡ SKZ 5'CLOCK FANMEET VCR BEHIND THE SCENES

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✿ HAPPY JEONGIN DAY (250208)

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MY SHAYLA MY SHAYLA 😭💕🔫

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I WANT TO BE BOTH OF THEM SO BAD 😭

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I want to eat him :)

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۶ৎ 100 Things that I love about I.N ₊ ⊹

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His beautiful dark fox eyes ₊ ⊹

How his eyes shape into a crescent moon when he smiles ₊ ⊹

His smile that fills everyone around him with happiness ₊ ⊹

The cute cute dimples ₊ ⊹

I am weird for that but his eyebrows are just perfect ₊ ⊹

The form of his lips is just so beautiful ₊ ⊹

His nose being so adorable ₊ ⊹

Every single hairstyle and color he had.. He ate them all ₊ ⊹

As a person who loves hands.. His big hands! ₊ ⊹

His legs ₊ ⊹

How he decorates his hands with different rings ₊ ⊹

Him being a literal fashion icon. His style is so UGH ₊ ⊹

How he said that he doesn’t buy extremely expensive clothes on purpose, so stay could match with him ₊ ⊹

Even his funny taste in shoes… It just makes him so unique ₊ ⊹

The times when he had braces ₊ ⊹

The fact that he removed his braces on January 17th… my birthday.. ₊ ⊹

His voice being so soft and light. A music to my ears ₊ ⊹

His vocals in general. He is so amazing in singing! ₊ ⊹

When he laughs like HEUGH HEUGH ₊ ⊹

His duality.. How he can go from baby bread to daddy toast is insane ₊ ⊹

How clumsy he is ₊ ⊹

How bad but cute he was in dancing in debut times.. now look at those body rolls! ₊ ⊹

Talking about dancing.. I love hallucination… ₊ ⊹

The vibe in the maknae on top music video! He showed em all who is the boss ₊ ⊹

How this man loves kids ₊ ⊹

His height ₊ ⊹

I really love his Instagram username i.2.n.8 ₊ ⊹

Just as I absolutely go crazy over the aesthetic of each post of him! ₊ ⊹

His English name being bob… I seriously laugh at that. Don’t get me wrong tho I literally LOVE BOB. It does suit him in some way ₊ ⊹

Foxi.ny ₊ ⊹

Each and everytime I hear him singing trot ₊ ⊹

That one time he made a “mistake” in kingdom. When he got so disappointed he cried about it all by himself.. I wish I could have given him a hug ₊ ⊹

His 7 if not more step skincare routine ₊ ⊹

I heard his hair smells the best out of all members… I want his shampoo ₊ ⊹

His baby pictures giving extremem baby fever ₊ ⊹

His story of when he ran away as a little boy… because he asked his parents where he came from. And his father said he found him under a bridge. So little innie ran off on his adventure to find his “ real “ parents ₊ ⊹

His livestreams are my comfort zone ₊ ⊹

When he talks in English. Its so mimimi ₊ ⊹

His face expressions in performances ₊ ⊹

How evil he can be towards his members ( when they try to touch him and he pushes em away or gives them disturbed faces. Its so funny but so real ) ₊ ⊹

How he often bites on his lip when he zones out ₊ ⊹

His habit of touching his earlobe ₊ ⊹

His vlogs feel like home ₊ ⊹

How his sign looks like a fox and not his name or something ₊ ⊹

Him skipping school is so me ₊ ⊹

How shy he can sometimes be ₊ ⊹

How I trust him as if I know him personally.. I need to touch grass ₊ ⊹

When he pouts I want to give him the whole world ₊ ⊹

His memeable face pictures ₊ ⊹

That he loves animals especially puppies ₊ ⊹

How he locks his negative feelings in him and then often randomly explodes. Randomly cries it out for example literally just when eating ( said in one of the two kids rooms I think ) why I love that? I don’t. because its actually not really a great thing. It hurts. But I just relate to that very much. I am JUST like that. ₊ ⊹

His phone cases ₊ ⊹

That one time he looked like Harley Quinn₊ ⊹

That one time he stared at Hyunjin jaw dropped. Blessed by Hyunjins beauty. That is exactly how I stare at I.N ₊ ⊹

Not as an insult, because to some people its an insult. But he is so drawable! I LOVE drawing him ₊ ⊹

His grandma behavior sometimes. The inner grandma in him is FUNNY af. He slayed grandma ayen in skzcode ₊ ⊹

SKZ Family where he was the gen z girl. Bro was such a hot girl he ATE ₊ ⊹

How hardworking he is! ₊ ⊹

His “ Anti Romantic “ personality. When he goes “ IdOlS dOn’t DatE MiMimI “ or makes judgy faces when stays flirt. That’s so wholesome fr. But we all real stays wouldn’t mind him actually dating. His happiness is what matters ₊ ⊹

His talent of tying his shoes in 0.0001 seconds ₊ ⊹

The fact that he knows how to skateboard ₊ ⊹

His ability to play on the piano. I want to hear more of that ₊ ⊹

HE LOOKS SO UGH when he drives. Drive me to work everyday please ₊ ⊹

If you know that then you are real. When he says “ oh honeeeey! Mwwwwwah “ ₊ ⊹

Him being friends with Beomgyu and Heeseung makes me happy as an multistan ₊ ⊹

Each and every solo song of him. And I cant live without untitled by I.N and hyunjin ₊ ⊹

DOLPHIN SCREAM! ₊ ⊹

Random but also his face when he does NOT smile and looks pretty serious. Whoever said he looks scary when he doesn’t smile. I am after you ₊ ⊹

That one video where he gets slapped by two girls when he was still in school and before SOPA. And instead of acting as if it hurts or something. He just was grinning like some maniac. Dude enjoyed the fake slapping ₊ ⊹

His lines in N/S where he sings about loving his parents ₊ ⊹

How did they even convince him to “ moan “ for N/S in the background?! But that too ₊ ⊹

I am fox ₊ ⊹

When he laughs his soul out. There is difference between normal laughing. And laughing SOOOOO loud. Well I love it when he laughs SO LOUD I automatically giggle too ₊ ⊹

How random he sometimes is ₊ ⊹

Any trend he does and any reel they post with him in it ₊ ⊹

The fact that he has siblings. Its just great to me because life with siblings is cool ₊ ⊹

How he drinks water from a bottle. So hot ₊ ⊹

His mooscles and abs… ₊ ⊹

How he himself said in an interview that he wants a HOT album ₊ ⊹

When he wears glasses and pokes his eyes ₊ ⊹

When he does a heart out of his hair ₊ ⊹

That one time he literally followed a stranger home to pray together and almost joined a cult just because of how naïve he was… Idiot but I love how it turned out good ₊ ⊹

His little voice cracks sometimes ₊ ⊹

Even his mistakes. He gets so hurt about it but we all are humans ₊ ⊹

Even his Birthday date looks beautiful to me. I am sorry I need grass again ₊ ⊹

How he sucks at cooking. I relate ₊ ⊹

How hes so clumsy that members tend to help him before he breaks or ruins something ₊ ⊹

The way I feel when I see him. Comfortable and relaxed ₊ ⊹

The happiness I have when I pull him in an album ( I rarely get him!! ) ₊ ⊹

That one time he judged the lyrics of I Like It because he finds it toxic ₊ ⊹

Him liking Pokemon ₊ ⊹

When I find lots of pictures where he is holding an eevee plushie. My favorite Pokemon ₊ ⊹

His doodles of each member ₊ ⊹

Him liking winter ₊ ⊹

When he gets mad in skz codes. He looks so sweet ₊ ⊹

His relationship with Hyunjin. I love their friendship ₊ ⊹

Him in a SKZOO costume. Id want him as a plushie like that ₊ ⊹

His fox like sneezes agh.. ₊ ⊹

His big heart ₊ ⊹

Literally just him whole!! Hes perfect even if he isn’t perfect!  ۶ৎ

I know I.N will never see this.. but i hope one day he will know that letmebeyourcrush/eve loves him a lot and is proud of everything I.N ever did!

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BLACK CAT FELIX!! I repeat BLACK CAT FELIX!!

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Airport Felix is life

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I’D LIKE TO BE IN DARK WITH HIM

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Missing Hyunjin’s EyeBrow Piercing😩

Gone way too soon. Man needs a lip piercing or a nose piercing OR OR A BELLY ONE!