Ohh for the invisible ask game could you do 42 with Changbin and Jisung?
42.) you get in big trouble with your boyfriend(s)
Pairing: Jisung x Reader x Changbin
Warnings: Crack
A/N: The original prompt for 42 was “meow? are you kidding me?” but i kinda forgot to add that into this and i really liked it and didn’t want to redo it to slip that in sooooo spur of the moment prompt change. Don’t hate me too much? also this could be seen as you’re in a relationship with all of skz where everyone is dating everyone OR it’s Bin, Sung, and you all dating each other and you’re just close with the others.
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Synopsis: Y/n's epic performance has earned her and the phantoms serious credits! Yet, Flynn is still not convinced...
Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Occurs somewhat in this chapter] (Minsung as well if you squint)
Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments
Warnings: Arguing, mentions of death
Notice: Hello, my darlings! I want to reaffirm the notice from last chapter: there is slight allusion to Han being gay in this chapter since he represents Alex in the original show. I want to clarify that I do NOT believe Han is gay in real life. This is a work of fiction, and nothing more since I do not know the Stray Kids members personally! As always, I own no rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms' nor its characters. I also want to say I PROMISE the actual Chan x reader is COMING, just not until later chapters unfortunately :') With all of that out of the way, enjoy this chapter, and if you do, I would appreciate if you would like and reblog!!
You scanned the crowd of students, their confused gazes pressing heavily on you, as if their collective curiosity could somehow suffocate the air. Nobody seemed to understand how the boys who had been playing on stage with you moments ago had suddenly vanished. Was it a collective hallucination?
"Were those holograms?" the Dirty Candy member dressed in purple questioned. Your eyes widened at the thought, and a surge of excitement bubbled up within you, so intense that you nearly leapt for joy right then and there.
"Yes!" you immediately responded, "yes, those were holograms! I, uh, plugged a flashdrive into the ceiling projector before I got on stage! I'd explain it but it involves algorithms, science stuff, things I myself don't really get, y'know?"
The crowd of students erupted into a thunderous applause, clearly entertained by your 'concept.' You gave a small nod in their direction, a nervous smile still plastered on your face, though it couldn’t hide the flicker of relief. Meanwhile, the boys who had been performing with you moments ago now stood just offstage, watching with pride as the excitement unfolded.
"That's wild, mates," Chan exasperatedly stated, a tad tired from how hard he had just performed. "They can see us when we play, but not when the music ends."
"We should double check!" Changbin replied, smacking a gentle hand against Chan's chest as he hopped back on stage; subsequently, he began dancing idiotically, moving in weird, stuttery movements. If the student body could have seen him, they would have scrunched their faces in disgust at the unusual behavior. Thankfully, they could not see him, and once Changbin reached this realization, he hopped off of the stage and whispered the obvious fact to Han and Chan.
"I wish I couldn't see you," Han muttered sassily, refusing to make eye contact with the shorter male. Changbin shrugged and made his way to make a one-sided conversation with the purple Dirty Candy member, whom Carrie was currently criticizing for her previous hologram comment.
As the principal dismissed the students back to class, Mrs. Jeon approached you, a grin wide on her face.
"Mrs. Jeon, I am so sorry for not asking for permission," you hurriedly apologized, moving down to sit down in front of her on the stage. "I wanted to prove my place in this school."
"As amazing as that was, y/n," she started, the grin disapaiting slowly, "your spot's already been filled." She motioned to a student who was carrying a cello down the gymnasium bleacher steps; the instrument was nearly twice his size, and it banged with each step down.
"Come on! He can barely lift the thing!" you yelled as your eyebrows furrowed.
"He'll grow into it," Mrs. Jeon waved her hand dismissively. She quickly turned her attention back to you. "I wish I could help, I truly do, but it's not up to me."
"It is up to me," the director added on as she made her way towards you and Mrs. Jeon, her hands clasping together. "Don't get me wrong, I am not in any fashion condoning this little stunt, but I am not going down in history as the director who kicked y/n y/l/n out of her high school music program."
If you were not physically smiling, your eyes sure were.
"Thank you!" you exhuberantly exclaimed.
"But," she contradicted, causing your spirit to dim slightly. "I want a part in your thank you speech at the Grammys." The comment eased your mind, eliciting giggles from both you and Mrs. Jeon.
"Definitely," you reassured as you nodded your head. She reciprocated the head motion as she turned to walk away. Mrs. Jeon looked at you, pride visible in her expression.
"Welcome back, sweetheart."
---
You scowered the hallways in an attempt to find Flynn, who had somehow snuck out of your sights after the performance was over. You found her back in the empty music room, fiddling at the trumpet she had been playing when the both of you had made your way to the gymnasium.
"There you are!" you sighed out of relief once you had found her. "What'd you think?"
"You...did it," she said, surprisingly nonchalant for a girl who had been hyping you up all afternoon. "Good job."
"Are you okay?" you asked out of concern, taking the seat besides her.
"I'm great, what do you mean," she replied sarcastically, never taking her gaze off of the trumpet.
"You don't sound great." You attempted to rest a hand on her back, but she quickly jerked it off of her.
"Just didn't know you had started playing with a hologram band," she told you bluntly, smirking coldly.
"Oh, that!" you nodded, dread suddenly overtaking you once more as you thought of something on the spot to reply with. "It was one song; we aren't a band! I mean, they are a band. A hologram band. For sure holograms!" you put emphasis on the word, hoping she would not be too suspicious at the sudden appearance of the phantoms.
"Noticed that," she sharply commented. "Any reason you've been keeping them a secret?" She finally looked up at you, the look in her eyes dejected, almost depressed even.
"There's a reason!" you instantly responded, your voice wavering out of anxiety; no thoughts came to your mind on how to cover the boys up this time, so you opted for a simple, "But, I can't tell you. They got me back into the music program though!" You waved your hands around flamboyantly, contrasting the stark demeanor on Flynn's face.
"Are you lying to me?" she questioned, her gaze staring intently into yours; your faux excitement quickly faltered as you exhaled deeply.
"Yeah," you admitted. "I am."
"So, when did we start lying to each other?" Flynn kicked her feet at the ground as she questioned you, the sadness on her face now morphing into anger.
"Flynn," you began. You could not think of a proper explanation, still; you knew your best friend would think you were absolutely nuts if you told her the "holograms" were really ghosts. All you could mumble out was an, "I'm sorry."
"'I'm sorry?'" she repeated your words, crossing her arms out of rage. "That's all you've got?"
"You wouldn't understand!" you retaliated, raising your voice significantly higher than intended. Flynn nodded her head before standing up.
"I guess we just don't understand each other anymore then," she said solemnly before marching off. You hopped out of your seat, following after her swiftly into the hallways and calling her name repeatedly; however, you could not catch up to her. The students in the hallways kept blocking your way, either scrambling to get to class or congratulating you on your performance.
"It's true! That was absolutely incredible!" a blonde haired boy came up to you, following a comment one of the football players had said about your performance being similar to Coachella. The boy was Felix, also known as the boy you had been crushing on for years; the mere sight of him made your heart race as you beamed.
The happiness did not last for long, however, as Carrie quickly appeared beside him; the two had been going out for months, and her presence demeaned you in more ways than one.
"It was!" she added onto Felix's congratulatory message. "It was immensely better than the time you flaked on your performance and cried!" You quirked an eyebrow towards her as Felix lightly grasped her shoulder.
"Let's get to class, yeah?" he whispered to her as she scoffed.
"Yeah," you agreed, causing both of them to glance at you. "Then maybe you could study up on some manners!" Felix had to stifle a chuckle at your comment; Carrie, on the other hand, looked you up and down judgingly before walking away. As she made her distance, Felix scolded her on her comments, and you overheard a conversation about how you did not deserve your chair back.
You ignored the comments and turned a nearby corner.
"Y/n!" three voices exclaimed loudly, scaring you out of your socks and causing you to jump.
"Stop doing that!" you shouted, attempting to smack Chan's shoulder; of course, your hand passed through his dematerialized figure.
"Nice try," he smirked, a playful wink following his words that sent an unexpected flutter through your chest, leaving your heart racing. It was the same type of race that sent your mind a-haze as you spoke to Felix earlier.
'No way,' you thought. ‘He’s a ghost.’ You quickly pushed the wild thought aside, trying to reason with yourself, but before you could calm the frantic pace of your thoughts, Chan spoke again.
"Anyways," he began. "Are we not going to talk about what just happened?!" His tone was hyper, exhilerated at the performance the four of you had put on.
"Yeah, the whole school could see you," you restated the aforementioned events. "It's lowkey freaking me out."
"Okay!" Han commented in a relieved demeanor. "It's freaking me out too! Like, you could see us and now people can see us whenever we play music, and my clothes are made of air but I am still getting a wedgie!" You scrunched your face at Han's TMI of a rambling.
"The important thing is," Chan deflected from Han's comments, "we killed it in there! They loved you, y/n!"
"They loved us," you corrected, glancing back and forth between the three before settling an adoring look upon Chan. "That was an amazing song, Channie. Thank you." He smiled, his tongue playing in between his teeth, at the nickname.
"And did you guys see the cheerleaders looking at me?" Changbin enlivenly asked. "At least I think they were looking at me." He suddenly grasped Chan's shoulders, turning the older towards him. "Please say they were looking at me." You smiled at Changbin's adorable actions.
"Bin, they totally were," Chan confirmed as he cupped Changbins face, shaking it gently and causing Changbin to explode with thrill. In contrast to Han and Chan's animation, Han still appeared perplexed.
"The afterlife should really come with instructions," he whispered to himself.
"Well, the good thing is that nobody knew you guys were ghosts," you explained to them. "I passed you guys off as holograms. Plus, I got back into the music program." You shoved your hands into your pockets as you said that, your manner becoming saddened.
"That's great!" Changbin cheered. "Why do you look so bummed out?"
"Dude, you're making this face," Chan threw his arms around the two other boys, bringing them closer in as they displayed exaggerated frowns to mimic your own.
"Things just got weird between me and Flynn," you shrugged. "She asked about you guys and obviously I can't tell her that you guys are ghosts."
"Sweet," Changbin replied, surprising you slightly. "Girls are already talking about us." He threw a finger gun at you, winking in a silly manner.
"Stop. I'm serious," you nearly whined out due to dejection. "I can't tell her about you guys so she thinks I'm lying to her."
"You kind of are," Han replied.
"Not the point," you held your hand up dismissively. "If I tell Flynn you guys are ghosts, she'll think I've gone off the deep end." At that time, a janitor rolled a cleaning cart through the hall way, looking at you as if you had gone insane; after all you did look as if you were talking to yourself.
"That guy definitely thinks you've gone off the deep end," Changbin pointed to the janitor as he walked away. You could not help but smile at the circumstance.
"I gotta get to class," you commented, moving past the blockade of boys; Chan moved out of your way, forgetting you could not make contact with him.
"Later, y/n," Changbin waved. "Oh! Can you set me up with one of those cheerleaders?!"
"Make sure to tell them that he's dead!" Han hollered after you, causing you to giggle.
"No, leave that part out!" Changbin opposed, turning around to meet a slammed-shut door.
"And, she's gone."
---
Han was pacing back and forth in the studio, stressed out of his mind as he pondered anxiously.
"I think he's practicing his model strut," Changbin whispered to Chan.
"He's so nervous that it's making me nervous," Chan nodded his head in agreement.
"Okay, you guys know I don't handle change well," Han motioned to them as he stopped racing. "Death? That was a change. Becoming ghosts? Another change. Now, we can be seen whenever we play with y/n. Big freaking change!"
"Yeah, but it was a good change," Chan countered. "With her, we can be on stage again. Be the band we never got the chance to be. Come on, you guys gotta be down for that." He looked to Changbin for approval, and the latter smiled in assertation.
"Duh, who wouldn't be," Han's nervy tone contrasted his assurred statement. "I just wanna know why."
"Forget about the why," Chan commanded. "In fact, I say we invite y/n to join 3RACHA." He suggested as he stood up.
"Absolutely!" Changbin stood up as well, agreeing with the older. "I mean think about it: with a new lead singer, we'd be legendary."
"Hey!" Chan boomed in Changbin's face, causing the younger to jerk his head towards Chan. "I'm our lead singer."
"Dude," Changbin retaliated. "That girl has the voice of an angel. Plus, she can make us visible. Without her, we're just background noise."
"You don't gotta be so mean about it," Chan faux pouted; meanwhile, Han began walking back and forth once again. "And we're back on the runway!" Chan commented as he noticed his friend's dread-filled motions.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Han halted in his steps, looking down at the ground as he sighed. "I gotta get some air." He rushed towards the doors to the studio, attempting to grab the door handle; however, his hand passed straight through, making no contact with the object.
"You know you can just poof out, right?" Changbin questioned.
"Don't tell me how to ghost!" Han nearly yelled at the bassist, causing him to whistle surprisingly; despite his comment, Han did as Changbin had stated and warped out of the studio.
---
Han walked for a long time, seeing all of the people who could not see him. He felt a sense of disappointment as he reminisced on the nearly thirty years he had missed out on. So much had changed, from technology to trends; he felt like an outsiders in multiple aspects.
He kept his gaze focused dejectedly on the ground; as such, he did not notice nor hear the male approaching behind him until they had collided into one another. The unknown clutz had been on a skateboard, riding through the streets of Sunset Boulevard without a care in the world.
The two males coughed and groaned in pain, the unknown one of the two standing up first and inspecting every inch of his board.
"Dude, you dinged my board!" he exclaimed, his gaze full of rage towards Han.
"Dinged your board?" Han asked in disbelief. "You dinged me! You're lucky I don't-" Han paused, realizing the reality of the situation at hand. "You. You dinged me. You could touch me, hit me. Are you a ghost?"
"Yep," the guy replied bluntly. "Ever since I realized the hard way that skating in traffic was bad." He took off his helmet, allowing Han to steal a good look at him. He had short brown hair that was curly in the front; his face was perfectly round, complimented by fair skin and matching chocolate eyes.
'He's ethereal,' Han thought to himself, the look turning into a prolonged gaze.
"Hey, uh," the guy began, snapping Han out of his burning stare. "Sorry I ran into you. I honestly thought you were a lifer and I would just pass right through you."
"A lifer?" Han stammeredly questioned, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Yeah," the boy responded. "Just a word for living people. I presume you're new to the whole ghost thing?"
"Am I being too obvious?" Han nervously smiled, scratching the back of his head.
"Just a little," the boy chuckled. "Hey, uh, I'm Minho." He held out a hand for Han to shake, the latter of whom took it gratefully.
"Han." The two boys smiled at each other for a prolonged period of time, both of their cheeks dusted pink as they longingly stared at one another.
The next few minutes consisted of nothing but small talk, including Minho asking Han his business in Hollywood, Han explaining his minor afterlife crisis, and Minho telling Han he could help as long as Han kept up with him on his skateboard. Han chased after the skater boy, giggles escaping him every so often.
He had no idea the impact Minho was about to have on his afterlife.
---
"Changbin, what do you think about this riff?" Chan inquired as he strummed his guitar with precision; the two bandmates had been working on a melody all day, a method they hoped would get you to join 3RACHA.
"Sweet, I'm feelin' it!" Changbin exclaimed. "Then I can come in with a little." Changbin followed his sentence up with an adorning bass riff.
"Then y/n comes in with her killer lyrics!" Chan continued.
"And 3RACHA is reborn!" Changbin finished as the two began playing. At that time, you entered the garage, your calm expression soon morphing into one of disappointment.
"Guys!" you called out to the two, causing them to halt in playing their instruments. "You guys aren't supposed to be playing alone out here."
"But we're not alone," Changbin retaliated playfully as Chan wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "because we always have each other!" You rolled your eyes at his response, a smirk daring to play at your expression.
"We only had our amps on volume one," Chan explained, his Aussie accent thick in respondance.
"But we rocked it on level ten!" Changbin followed up. "Wanna hear it again?" You replied to Changbin's question by unplugging his bass from the nearby amp. Changbin and Chan nodded in understanding, setting their instruments down on their stands.
"We actually have some huge news for you," Chan stated abruptly. "We had a band meeting earlier, and," as Chan pointed to Changbin, the latter began to draft a drumrool by patting on his knees.
"We want you to join 3RACHA!" Chan exclaimed, excitement present in his voice. "Don't worry! This isn't a joke." You widened your eyes, mouth slightly agape.
"Oh," you responded nonchalantly, instantly causing both boys' expressions to diminish.
"'Oh?'" Chan repeated confused. "That's what you say when you get socks for Christmas, not when you're invited to join the most epic band ever!"
"I'm sorry," you deeply exhaled as you genuinely apologized. "I'm honored, truly, but I can't focus on anything besides Flynn right now. She's still mad at me and won't return any of my texts." Changbin rubbed his hands together and Chan put his hands on his hips, both of them doing what they did out of both awkwardness and sympathy.
"Yeah, you're in a tough spot," Chan stated, sort of dismissively. "So you wanna join the band?" You quirked an annoyed eyebrow.
"Read the room, Chan," you told him before attempting to walk out of the studio.
"Oh come on!" Chan called after you. "We need you, and you need us because you need music." His statement made you halt in your tracks as you turned slowly around, your expression hinting him to explain farther.
"Look, Binnie and I found this poem you wrote, and we added this cool beat to it! It sounds awesome!" You glared at the boys now, furrowing your eyebrows as your gaze shifted to the paper.
"Where did you get that?" you interrogated the boys, causing them to look back and forth at each other with guilt present in their faces.
"Uh," Chan stuttered. "Definitely not from your Dream Box!" Chan shoved Changbin in front of him as a defense measure; as a result, Changbin smiled nervously at you as you dashed towards Chan, and he instinctually moved out of the way.
"You went through my stuff?!" you screamed at Chan as he escaped to hide behind the piano.
"Yeah, we can do that now!" Changbin obliviously commented.
"No, you cannot!" you argued. "Boundaries, remember? Give it back!" you attempted to snatch the paper out of Chan's hands; however, he jerked his hand back quickly, hopping on top of the grand piano.
"No!" Chan denied, his tone of voice condescending yet encouraging. "You need to realize the insane amount of talent you have! Listen to this: 'If somebody hurts you, I'm gonna get hurt too. And my life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo.'" Chan harped on the last part of the poem, turning it into lyrics in order to fit the mental melody he and Changbin had created.
"Oh-oh!" speaking of Changbin, he complimented the end of the lyric with his own sonata.
"It’s a killer melody," Chan remarked, his voice soft and breathy, a tone that you found undeniably attractive. Your cheeks flushed faintly, warmth spreading across your face as you tried to ignore the effect his words had on you.
"I wrote that about Flynn when she was helping me through my mom's death," you explained, your expression quickly shifting from Chan's captivity to sorrow as you reminisced on the tough time with your friend. "I need to go," you said as you walked away, opening the studio doors.
"What about the band?" Chan questioned as you stepped outside, his eyes going sad.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" you responded, giving Chan a tad of hope. "Stay out of my room!"
Consider that optimism lost.
---
Chan and Changbin stood at the piano, humming the lyrics to your poem and questioning the part about "deep dish" and whether it referred to pizza or secrets. All of a sudden, Han appeared in between the two boys beaming the day away.
"Hey, man!" Changbin grinned back. "Where ya been?"
"Kind of everywhere, honestly," Han admitted. "I met a new ghost friend, and he answered a lot of my questions."
"Yeah? Like whether or not y/n is gonna join the band?" Chan asked sarcastically.
"Well we didn't really discuss that," Han responded in a perplexed manner, turning his attention immediately back to Changbin. "But, I figured out why we're here! All ghosts have some sort of unfinished business that we need to complete before we can pass over to the afterlife." Han smiled brightly as he explained all of the concepts Minho had told him about.
"Why would we do that?" Chan questioned, shocking his bandmates. "I'm just saying this is like a second chance for us. We just need to get y/n to play with us."
"Yeah, turns out the girl can write just as well as she can sing," Changbin told Han. "Chan and I made a killer melody out of a poem she wrote." As Changbin finished his sentence, Chan handed Han the paper containing your lyrics.
"Ah, without your drummer," Han noted disappointedly.
"Drumming is so 90's, Han," Chan replied.
"Well you know what else is so 90's?" Han retaliated. "Being rude. Get woke, Chan. These are sensitive times." He finished his reprisal by slapping the paper against Chan's chest, his hand coming into contact roughly with Chan.
"I learned that from my ghost friend," Han whispered to Changbin with glee.
"Woke," Changbin repeated while laughing. "Weird word. What's it mean?"
"No clue."
---
It took a long time for the guys to convince you to play the song with them; eventually you came to a compromise: you would play the song if you were able to use it as an apology to Flynn.
It took even more convincing to get her to come over to your place; however, she quickly obliged once you told her the "holograms" she had seen perform were actually ghosts. She was both amused and a bit concerned, intrigued to see just how far the act from your end would go.
After hours of rehearsing, you texted Flynn to come over; she arrived fifteen minutes after the initial text, rapping on the door harshly. You opened the door in excitement, smiling slightly towards your friend.
"Thanks for coming," you told her. "We did our best to perfect the song, which no song is perfect, but I still think you'll enjoy it."
"Oh, no!" Flynn retaliated. "If I'm going to hear a song from your imaginary ghost band, it needs to be perfect. So, get back in there. You too!" She motioned to an empty space of air, pretending she was speaking to an unseen spirit.
"They aren't out here," you replied, chuckling slightly.
"Oh, I know," Flynn smugly replied, stepping forward and softly patting your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, closing the doors to the studio.
"Alright, guys. Y'all ready?" you inquired the boys, receiving excited nods from all three of them. Flynn stood in the middle of the studio, unknowingly close in proximity to where Changbin was setting up his bass amps.
"Oh, can you sit down here?" you gestured to a nearby chair. "Changbin needs some space to rock out, and he feels weird walking through you." Changbin gave you a thumbs up in response; in contrast, Flynn coldly giggled.
"Boy, when you create a world, you sure do live in it."
"Just sit!" you demanded of your best friend, gripping onto her shouders from behind and nearly shoving her into the chair. "As you can see, there is no technology present that can produce a hologram. Feel free to check it out." Flynn glanced around the ceiling of the garage, snarkily pursing her lips together and crossing her arms.
"The guys took a poem I wrote about you and turned into a song," you began to explain.
"Awe, I wish I didn't have to talk to your dad after this," she tilted her head in half-concernment and half-sarcasm.
"It's called 'Flying Solo,'" you lightly chuckled, dismissing her statement. "I hope you like it." With that, you began to press tempo keys on your keyboard in order to make a beat before you started to press the physical keys, singing your best friend the apology:
"If I leave you on a bad note
Leave you on a sad note
Guess that means I'm buying lunch that day
I know all your secrets
You know all my deep-dish
Guess that means some things they never, they never
Change
We both know what I, what I, what I
Mean
When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me"
Flynn rocked her head to the catchy melody of the song, lost in the world of musicality; so lost in fact, that she almost did not notice when the guys appeared out of thin air. When she did, however, she nearly fell out of her seat. You chuckled at her actions as you and the 3RACHA members sang the chorus.
"My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo
My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you"
You knelt in front of Flynn, her face a mix of confusion and a subtle hint of fear. You offered her a reassuring smile, the warmth of it meant to ease her uncertainty, before you seamlessly continued into the next verse.
"Yeah, you know who I'm likin'
Way before I liked them, duh
Cause you liked them first
And if somebody hurts you
I'm gonna get hurt too
That's just how we work, yeah, that's just how we work
It will never
Change
We both know what I, what I, what I
Mean
When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me"
You repeated the chorus, barely holding back laughter as Flynn’s bewilderment deepened with each passing moment. She stared in utter confusion at each phantom, from Han to Changbin, and finally Chan, completely lost in how they were all standing there in front of her. Between the choruses, you playfully guided her to each member, struggling to contain your amusement. She flinched when Chan suddenly jumped at her, and you could not help but laugh, while you vibed with Han, who was fully immersed in his energetic drumming. When you finally led her to Changbin, she hesitated before waving a hand through him, her eyes widening as her fingers passed right through him, meeting no resistance whatsoever.
"Weird, right?" Changbin asked her, noting the astoundment on her face.
"They're ghosts!" Flynn exclaimed, affirming the point you had tried to get across to her all day.
"Uh, we prefer musical spirits," Han corrected, earning an assured point and nod from Changbin.
"So does this mean you're joining our band, y/n?" Chan caught your attention, amping up his guitar riff as he asked.
"Um, I think you are joining her band," Flynn retaliated, her demeanor laced with joking sass.
"I'm gonna go with what she said." You wrapped an arm around Flynn’s shoulders, feeling the warmth of her presence beside you. As you did, you caught a sneaky smile from Chan, one that made your heart skip a beat and a flush spread across your cheeks.
Flynn looked at you two, knowingly with a smirk. You had yet to accept your feelings for Chan as of yet, but that was not the focus of today. Today was about your best friend and exemplifying your love for her.
You led her back to the studio floor as you finished out the last chorus, dancing and goofing around with Flynn as you ended out on a high-note. Your forehead was pressed against Flynn's, grins plastered on five faces in the room. You broke away from the contact, care present in your expression.
“Are you guys awake?” Jisung knocks on the bedroom door, his 4th attempt succeeding in waking Changbin to a bare you. He softly grins at your entranced state and you avert your gaze to the ceiling, ears flushing a deep red after being caught ogling by your boyfriend. Changbin eyes your stretched neck muscles and lowers himself before pressing his lips to the skin above your collarbone, shivers running down your spine at the contact, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of his arms wrapped around you and his limbs between yours.
“Caught you”, he mouths against you making blood rush to your head. His heartbeat– alongside yours– drums clearly in your ears, making you nearly forget about a very impatient Jisung outside the door.
“I’m counting to 3”, he announces as the knocking dies out. You turn back to Changbin, drawing your arms out from under the comforter to wrap them around his neck.
“You locked the door right?”, you ask, and to your horror, you receive no response.
“3”
“Right?” Changbin watches your lips frown and eyebrows furrow.
“2”
“Why would you NOT lock the door?”, you wail, repeatedly swatting his shoulder in a surge of frustration. Retracting your arms from his neck, you grip the rim of the comforter tightly.
“1”
Jisung catches the comforter shoot up to cover all of Changbin and you, but doesn’t find the action interesting enough to point out. He walks over to Changbin’s work desk, picking up their shared lyric journal and a pair of headphones.
“Are you coming or should we eat your portion?” he asks tauntingly, hoping the two of you would sacrifice breakfast for a few extra minutes in bed.
“We’ll be down in a few minutes so don’t you dare”, you threaten the boy. Jisung fakes a groan and to your relief, you hear him shuffling towards the door. You aren’t very keen on letting chatterbox quokka find out about the events of the previous night, but apparently Seo Changbin doesn’t share the sentiment and makes it clear to you by sitting up, the comforter slipping off his exposed chest and dropping to his waist.
“What’s for breakfast?”, he asks like he isn’t about to be ratted out by Jisung and like all his band mates are going to let you live down doing the deed at the dorms. Not like you wanted to keep it a secret forever; you just wanted them to stay clueless for a few weeks before naturally slipping it into a conversation, giving you the upper hand and them no space to tease you.
Jisung unsurprisingly catches on, amusement filling his orbs as he finally notices the articles of clothing (ones that didn’t belong to Changbin) sprawled out on the floor, and you can even foresee Chan letting out a confused ‘Y’all don’t do it at the dorms?’ and stealing your spotlight.
“Guys! You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you-” Jisung screams after slamming your door shut. You pull yourself up and kick Changbin, grabbing the comforter and wrapping it around yourself when Changbin falls butt-naked on the cold floor.
You wake up to feel a pair of warm arms wrapped around you from behind. Groggily, you turn around, giving Changbin a little peck on the nose once you’re facing him. Despite his efforts to pretend he’s asleep, he can’t help but crack a smile at how cute you are.
(a/n since you requested before and it was taken, i’m doing yours before everyone else’s)
15. My goal is to completely fuck up my life
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You walked out of your room, groggy from waking up in the middle of the night. Changbin was still sitting at his desk, his fingers dancing across the keys and making clicking noises that had woken you up. He had a bunch of gas station coffee cups and Starbucks bottles he’d asked you to pick up at the grocery store strewn about his desk and the floor around him, all empty. Changbin hadn’t slept in at least two days.
“Dude, you’re going to die if you don’t sleep.” you stated.
The sudden sound of your sleepy voice didn’t even make the hacker flinch. “Not if my job kills me first.”
You walked over to his desk, wobbling a bit. You picked up one of the empty bottles and began tossing them in the trashcan. “This much caffeine can’t be good for you.”
“Neither is hacking, ___.” he chuckled.
“Why are you like this?” you sighed.
“My goal is to completely fuck up my life.” he deadpanned, finally looking away from the strings of code he was typing to look at you with dry, red eyes. “You knew this when I moved in with you.”
You frowned, knowing you couldn’t stop him from doing his shady job. “I would’ve kicked you out already if you hadn’t gotten copious amounts of money to pay for rent and groceries.”
“Yeah, now you like my job.” he smirked.
You smacked up upside the head. “Shut up and go to bed, punk.”
“You can’t make me- Hey!”
His screens went black, causing the entire room to be engulfed in darkness. Changbin turned on his desk lamp, and saw you swinging a few cords around in your hands with a proud smirk on your face.
“I’m hacking your bank account tomorrow morning.” he swore with a pout.
You scoffed, tossing the cords in his lap before walking back to your room. “Have fun, I’m fuckin’ broke. Goodnight!”
