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[changbinqueencard]

Anesthesia>>OT8

chan:

You looked up at the hospital ceiling, slowly blinking as all came into sight. Well… almost all.

"Y/N?" you heard a soft voice. Familiar. Australian.

Your head rolled sideways. "CHAN!!" you wheezed, as if he were a celebrity you'd just run into on the street.

"Yeah, it's me," he laughed, kneeling next to the hospital bed. "You okay?"

"You have the most gorgeous eyelashes," you said to him seriously, leaning forward to touch his face but missing by a mile and jabbing his neck instead. "Are you an angel?"

Chan smiled, intercepting your hand before you could touch his ear. "You're still a little buzzed, huh?"

You nodded solemnly. "I'm not supposed to eat Jell-O anymore. I made it fight me. It won."

".what?"

You gasped suddenly, holding on to his shirt. "Chan, you have to tell my mom something very important."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Tell her I want a pet giraffe. And name it. Salsa."

He blinked. "Giraffe. Salsa."

You nodded. "And I need a lil hat for it. A lil cowboy hat."

"Okay. Cowboy giraffe named Salsa. I'll take care of it."

You grinned. "You're so sweet. Will you marry me?"

Chan coughed over his laugh. "Let's get you off the anesthesia before we plan the wedding, yeah?"

You pouted. "Fine. But I'm wearing the dress. No bargaining."

Minho:

You winced at the ceiling light, blinking. "Is that the sun? Am I in the sky? Did I die?"

A sigh came from your left. "You're literally in the hospital, dumbass."

You rolled your head and gasped. "MINHO?!"

"Yes."

Your eyes went wide. "Are you real? Or are you a hallucination sent by Soonie, Doongie, and Dori?"

Minho furrowed his eyes. "You bonked your head and now you're blaming my cats?"

"I was approaching them," you complained, very seriously. "But the floor betrayed me."

He rolled his eyes but his smirk betrayed him. "You're so dramatic."

"I'm an artist," you said, reaching out to boop his nose—but instead, you booped your own and frowned. "Wait. This isn't your nose."

"Nope. Yours."

You sat up (bad idea) and promptly flopped back down. "Ugh. The room is doing a TikTok transition."

Minho fought not to laugh. "That's the anesthesia. Stop wiggling."

You looked at him dazedly. "You're so cute. Like a sexy elf."

".what is that even supposed to mean?"

"You know," you breathed. "Like if Legolas had attitude and leather pants."

Minho snorted. "You need to sleep."

You shot him a suspicious glance. "You're not gonna swipe my socks when I'm out, are you?"

He blinked. "Why would I—?"

"They're cat socks. You love cats."

".I'm leaving."

"Stealing them, aren't you?? MINHO DON'T LET THE CATS TURN YOU EVIL—

Changbin:

"Is it over?" you asked, eyes flashing open.

Changbin leaned over you, a relieved look on his face. "Yeah, it's over. You were so brave."

You wheezed. "Binnie… are you a nurse? Wait… are you my mom?"

".what."

"I knew it. You give comforting vibes. Comfort mommy vibes."

Changbin was struggling to breathe. "I'm not your mom, Y/N."

"Then why are you holding my hand like one?"

"You grabbed me first!"

You looked down at your own hand holding his in a death grip. ".Oh. Sorry. You just have soft hands. Like a marshmallow with a gym membership."

He blinked. "That's weirdly specific."

You sat up slowly, looking at him like he held the keys to the universe. "Binnie. I have a confession."

".Yeah?"

"I was trying to be as strong as you. That watermelon betrayed me."

He closed his mouth to keep from laughing. "It's okay. Happens to the best of us."

"No. Listen." You leaned in dramatically. "It looked light. It smelled light. But on the inside… it was evil."

He nodded gravely. "Evil melon. Got it."

You nodded as if you were imparting secrets. "Tell the others. Watermelons are tricksters."

"Sure. I'll let the whole group chat know."

You fell back against the pillow and took a deep breath. "You're my hero. I'm going to name a gym after you. 'Changbin's Buff Bunker.'"

He gasped. "That actually is kind of cool—"

"And away in the corner. a snack bar. Just for me."

".never mind.".

Hyunjin:

You groaned softly as the hospital ceiling slowly came into view. ".Is this heaven? It's kinda ugly."

A light touch of a hand landed on your arm. "Y/N, it's me—Hyunjin."

Your eyes popped open. "Hyunjin?!"

He smiled, leaning in closer. "Yeah. You okay?"

You stared at him, deadpan serious. ".Are you a painting?"

He blinked. "Huh?"

"You're too handsome. I don't believe it. You're giving. Michelangelo with a K-pop filter."

Hyunjin laughed, covering his face. "Okay, anesthesia is hitting hard."

You gasped in shock. "Wait! What did happen to the plant?!"

".what plant?"

"The one I killed. The one I fell on. Did it survive?!"

He pressed his lips shut in a bid to suppress laughter. "No, Y/N. You completely annihilated it. That plant is killed."

You looked utterly devastated. "I killed a plant for art. I'm a monster."

Hyunjin tousled your hair playfully. "You'll be excused. It was a dramatic fall. I'd give it a rock-solid 9.5."

"Not a 10?"

"You fell on your butt haha."

You gasped again. "You saw?!"

"I helped get you up!"

You glared at him as if you just discovered gravity. "Hyunjin, if you loved me, you would lie and tell me it was beautiful."

"I love you," he whispered, fighting not to smile. "But I also love the truth."

You reached out and dramatically clutched his sleeve. "Bury me with the plant."

".What.".

Han:

"Y/N?" a voice you were familiar with whispered. "You okay?"

You slowly opened your eyes. "Am I in… the cheese dimension?"

Han leaned over your bed, already laughing. "You're in the hospital, Mozzarella Queen."

You gasped, clutching your throat. "Is the cheese still inside me?! I feel. powerful."

Han snorted. "No, they got it out. You survived."

You sat up way too fast and promptly fell back down. "THEY TOOK MY CHEESE SOUL."

"Your jaw's dislocated."

"FOR FLAVOR, JISUNG."

He was crying outright now. "Okay, okay. Calm down. You're still high as a kite."

You gazed at him, stone-faced. "Promise me something."

"Anything."

"If I don't make it… delete my Spotify history."

"…What's on it?"

"A four-hour loop of goat screams remixed with lo-fi beats."

Han wheezed. "I—WHY?!"

"It relaxes me. Like ocean waves. But discordant."

You theatrically grasped his hand. "Jisung… if I have to eat soft foods for the rest of my life… will you still love me?"

He smiled. "Even if the only thing you could ever consume was mashed potatoes and regret."

"Wow. That's… so romantic."

"You're actually crying right now."

"I just thought of the mozzarella stick."

Felix:

You opened your eyes, blinking, feeling confused. ".Why is everything so bright? Am I in the oven now?"

A low, warm chuckle came beside you. "You're not in the oven, silly."

Your head rolled slowly. "FELIX?!"

He smiled, his chin resting on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, I'm here."

Your eyes widened. "Did you bake me?? Tell me the truth. Did you turn me into a human brownie?"

".No. But I would eat you up if I could."

You gasped. "FELIX?!"

"I didn't mean it in a perverted manner—!"

You threw your arm over your face. "I'm too tasty to be left alone with you."

Felix was laughing so hard he was crying now. "I literally can't handle you right now."

You poked out from under your arm. "Wait… say something."

"Huh?"

"Anything. Just talk. Your voice is like melted chocolate wrapping around my soul."

He blinked. "Uh… okay… 'Get well soon, sweetie.'

You made a noise like a dying blender. “There it is. The vocal chest kiss.”

Felix tilted his head, trying not to lose it. “Chest kiss?”

You nodded solemnly. “That’s what your voice does. It kisses people. In the chest. Emotionally.”

“…I don’t even know what that means.”

You reached out to boop his nose but missed and poked his cheek. “You’re my favorite brownie.”

“You’re literally the one who burned your foot making them.”

“Yeah. That’s love.”

Seungmin:

You opened your eyes slowly. ".Why does my head feel like mashed potatoes?"

A deep breath from the side. "You're awake. And, unfortunately."

Your eyes shifted over to glance at Seungmin in the visitor chair, arms crossed, looking disgruntled.

You squinted at him. "Oh no. Am I in hell?"

"No, just the hospital. Close enough."

You gulped. "You followed me here? That's so romantic."

"It was literally part of my job to make sure that you didn't die."

You clutched at his arm dramatically. "You do care."

"I care that I don't have to break it to the others you died of a sock."

You blinked. "The sock betrayed me."

"I told you so."

"I was gliding, Seungmin. I was gliding like a regal penguin—"

"You were gliding like a wounded llama."

You glared at him as if betrayed. "That's rude. Llamas are elegant. Ish."

He moved closer, a smirk on his face. "Do you even remember what happened?"

You hesitated for a moment. ".I screamed 'FOR GLORY' and then suddenly the chair materialized out of thin air."

"That chair's been there since 2004."

"IT MOVED. I SWEAR."

Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're fortunate you didn't break anything."

"You know what else is lucky?" you said, deadpan. "That you get to see me like this."

He stared at you. "Delusional."

You thumbs upped. "But loveable."

Jeongin:

You opened your eyes and looked around dramatically. “Where is my horse?”

Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “YOU’RE AWAKE?!”

You turned to him with the most intense stare. “I was on a noble steed. His name was Buttercup. He had stickers.”

“…You mean the plastic horse outside the grocery store?”

“DON’T DISRESPECT BUTTERCUP.”

Jeongin blinked. “Okay okay sorry.”

You suddenly burst out crying. "He trusted me, Jeongin. And I betrayed him. I fell off during the yee. Before I even haw."

He covered his mouth to avoid laughing. "You've been out from under anesthesia for like twenty minutes and you're already more dramatic than Hyunjin."

"Thank you. That means so much."

He went to check your IV and you screamed. "AHH! Are you a doctor?!"

"No! It's just me!"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You look different. Did you get hotter?"

Jeongin's face went red. "WHAT?! No—! Stop—!"

"You did. You're glowing. Like a little fairy prince. A hot fairy prince."

"You did! You're shining like that. You little fairy prince of the night. Hot fairy prince."

"Y/N PLEASE—"

"Marry me so I can have nice skin."

"I—WHAT?"

You prodded his cheek. "Soft. Just like your soul."

Jeongin's ears turned bright red. "I'm telling the nurse to put you BACK under."

"I dare you."

"…You're crazy."

You grinned proudly. "But cute."

[sweetpxsin]

Detention - hjs

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It was a typical occurrence for Jisung to end up in detention. He was your typical class clown and nothing short of being an asshole. A basic flirt and a  dumbass that started arguments that ended with words that weren’t meant to slip. In other words, it wasn’t a surprise when he entered through the door labeled ‘detention’.  The poor teacher conducting the class, could only sigh at the sight of the boy and his name on the roster.

“Mr.Han, how miserable it is to see you here again.”

“Right back at you old man.”

“I pray for the day I don’t see you in detention.”

“Maybe one day old fart.” Giving the man behind the desk, a two finger salute he made his way towards his usual spot, shoving his hands into his hoodie’s pocket as he walked. 

“What’s up?” Jisung sighed, taking his seat as he closed his eyes and got  comfortable in his chair. 

“The usual.” Hyunjin muttered from besides him, his fingers busily tapping away at the screen he didn’t even bother to hide.

“Will you ever be nice to Mr.Jung.” Felix, interrupted, turning his gaze from Hyunjin to Jisungs resting face. 

“You’ll understand student - teacher banter when your older.”

“We’re literally a day apart.” His eyebrows knitted in annoyance as he let out a frustrated sigh, glaring at the way Jisung breathed out a chuckle before meeting his gaze.

“Ever. Hour. Counts.”

“Dumbass” Jisung cheekily winked, a smile spread across his face as Felix let out a gruff sound of discontent. Finding amusement in his friend's annoyance he leaned back in his chair before his eyes focused on the movement in the front of the class, the corner of his lips slowly returning to their neutral states he watched the interaction before his eyes. 

“Well, if it isn’t little miss/mr. perfect.”  The corner of his lips coiled into an amused smirk, as you roll your eyes at his remark. “What’s up shortcakes?”

“Shut up Jisung,”

“I just wanted to say hi.” Glancing at the empty chair in front of him, he kicked it back before meeting your eyes again. “Be my guess sweetheart.” Reluctantly you took the seat and crossed your arms, already annoyed by his presence.

“But really babycakes what brings a princess/prince like you down here, huh?”

“Does my misery provide you amusement.” You replied sarcastically.

“No, I’m not that cold hearted...unless it’s too  embarrassing for you to say.” A laugh left his lips as he watched you sigh and roll your eyes. “Let me guess, you were late getting all your teachers coffee cause your kiss ass, —no wait you totally got caught kissing up to a teacher huh?”

“You really are annoying.” You mumbled beneath your breath before continuing. “No I punched Quinn in the face, happy?” The amusement drained from his face, blinking once and then again, rapidly.

“Our star quarterback, Quinn?...huh.” He leaned forward in disbelief, looking you once over before a smile took over his previous confusion. A brief laugh coming from his lips as he leaned back into his chair. “Impressive.”

“Yea, the ugly bastard deserved it.” Huffing a breath through his nose as another laugh, his eyes gazed at your hands crossed against your chest, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in thought.

“And what are pretty little things like those supposed to do?” He raised a brow teasingly, admiring the way your face contorted into annoyance, something he personally thought looked cute on you.

“Would you like a demonstration?” You smiled sourly at the boy in front of you,  smuggly enjoying the fake flash of terror that appeared in his eyes

“Chill baby, I was just kidding.”

“Can you stop with the fucking nicknames, it’s (y/n).” 

“Oh I know.” Flashing you a genuine smile he got more comfortable in his chair, secretly admiring each detail of your face as he continued to tease you

“You really are unbearable.” You announced, relaxing your arms deciding that it was no longer worth keeping up a tough facade.

“And you really are cute.” A smile and a short chuckle left his lips, as he caught a small smile appear on your lips as you rolled your eyes once again. “So what are the chances of getting a date with you baby cakes?”

“Very slim.” Smiling cheekily you crossed your arms over your chest once again, and crossed your legs as well, gently bouncing your one leg on the ground in anticipation.

“But never zero.” Leaning forward he winked at you with a smile, before pushing back off his chair and standing up. “But for now I gotta go.”

“Detention isn’t even over yet.”

“Aww gonna miss me already?” He cooed, picking up his bag in the process while enjoying the way you flushed with embarrassment. “But don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’ll see you soon.”  Kicking his chair back in with his foot, he ruffled your hair playfully, taking joy in the little protest you had given him, before he made his way to the door. Giving the tired poor old soul, who didn’t even dare protest his leaving, at the front desk one last two finger salute and a quick smile back you he left behind the door labeled detention. 

Sweetpxsin

This wasn’t really a good bad boy AU but I liked the concept and decided to go with it and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well! Let me know if you’d like a part 2

[ultskzs]

day 274 without minho posting: i dont know who i am anymore... i am maybe turning into a chan stan? i feel the urge of someone to call me babygirl....

[changbinqueencard]

Home is where you are>>Minho

Minho shut the front door harder than he intended. His keys clattered into the entryway bowl as he slipped off his shoes, his jaw clenched and his face strained.

"Hi baby, you're back—"

Not now, Y/N," he said curtly.

The edge in his voice echoed through the apartment. He didn't yell often—practically never, really—but today had been too much for him. All the tension he had bottled up for weeks released at once, and unfortunately, Y/N bore the brunt of it.

She was standing in the kitchen doorway, blinking once, then again, simply looking at him. Tears did not well up in her eyes. Words of anger were not spoken. She merely looked at him, not in sadness or shock—but understanding.

He stepped into the bedroom in silence, leaving a thick silence in his wake.

Y/N breathed softly and turned away from the stove. She'd started cooking when he was still gone, and now she was merely putting some finishing touches on his favorite meal—seasoning lightly, placing it on a plate, arranging it all carefully. She knew he didn't mean it. He wasn't upset with her. He was upset with the world. With the pressure. With all of the noise in his mind.

When Minho came out of the bedroom a while later, his shoulders were slumped, and guilt numbed him. He saw the table laid out with food, and the familiar scent of his favorite food wrapped around him like a warm hug. And there she was, placing a glass of water on the table as if everything was fine.

He parted his lips, voice tinged with regret. "Y/N, about earlier, I—"

"Shh," she whispered, moving near him. She took his hand, her fingers wrapping around it. "Eat first, Min. Then we can talk."

He blinked at her, somewhat dazed and somewhat moved. She smiled at him weakly, one that showed she wasn't rejecting his apology—only deferring it for the time being.

He sat. He ate silently. Slowly. The food was ideal, as always. Yet this time it had a different taste—like warmth. Like patience. Like love.

When he was done, she took him over to the couch and sat down, pulling him close so that his head lay on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and gently stroked his hair with her fingers, calming him with each caress.

Now," she whispered, "talk to me. Whatever it is, I'm here. Always. No judgment.".

It took him a few seconds. Then he opened his mouth, and it all came out.

The constant expectations. The need to keep calm. The anxiety about not being good enough. The days he questioned himself. The nights he could not sleep because his mind could not rest. The way he hated losing control like in the past. The guilt. The shame.

His voice cracked halfway through, and tears began to fall, warm and quiet. Y/N didn't say anything—just pulled him closer, running a hand through his hair as if to say, you're safe here.

He wept longer than he thought he would. Perhaps it wasn't today alone—perhaps it was all of it that accumulated.

At last, his breath steadied. His tears ceased to flow. His inner turbulence gradually calmed.

Minho tilted his head a little and looked up at her. "Why?" he whispered. "Why didn't you get angry when I shouted at you?

Y/N smiled and swept a loose hair from his forehead. "Because I saw your eyes," she whispered. "And I knew you weren't yelling at me. You were yelling at all the things you'd been carrying by yourself.".

He swallowed hard, eyes glassy.

"A woman knows a man's hurt and anger," she went on. "Some get offended. And some… they decide to understand. I know you, Minho. I know your heart. I knew you needed just someone to stay calm when you couldn't. And I'm that someone."

That did it. Something inside him collapsed in the best possible way. He buried his face in her chest again, exhaling in a breath that sounded like release. Like home.

When midnight came, he finally sat up, his cheeks a little pink from crying and hugging. He looked at her with sleepy eyes and a lopsided smile.

"C'mere," he slurred, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bedroom. "I require maximum cuddles. Non-negotiable." She laughed and went with him willingly, letting him pull her onto the bed. Once they were under the covers, he embraced her, his head lying just beneath her chin. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her softly on the collarbone. "Thank you… for being there for me when I wasn't doing so well." She hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "I will always be back," she whispered. "Home isn't a place, Minho. It's you. And I will always return to you."

[changbinqueencard]

First Kiss>>Felix

The dim room was tense with anticipation as Y/N adjusted the clinging black dress Felix had insisted she wear. It was her first mission—a simple but risky task: seduce an enemy at a high-society party to gather intel. But as Felix ran her through the briefing, one instruction made her gut twist.

"You may have to kiss him."

Y/N froze mid-adjust, her gaze leaping to Felix's as he pushed against the desk, arms crossed. "Excuse me?"

Felix raised an eyebrow. "You have to keep him interested. A kiss would be in order."

"No," she said icily, crossing her arms in outrage. "I am not doing that."

Felix exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y/N, this isn't a game. You have to do what you need to in order to get the job done.".

"I don't care!" It's a big deal for me." Her voice trembled a little, though the firm look in her eyes didn't change. "I want my first kiss to be with someone special."

Felix froze, his eyes holding hers, some unreadable expression flashing across his face. A slow simmer of frustration and something more seethed between them as silence hung heavy in the air.

"Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice gentler, but no less firm. "You don't have a choice."

"I do," she shot back. "And I choose not to give something so valuable to some random dude I don't even know."

Felix let out a heavy breath, sweeping his hand through his hair. Then, in a sudden, unguarded motion, he stepped forward, bridging the gap between them. His hand crept out, fingers dancing against her cheek, his fingers tugging her chin up. Her breathing caught, heart racing in her chest.

"Somebody special, huh?" he breathed, his voice lower now, almost teasing but burning with an intensity that made her stomach drop.

Y/N swallowed. "Y-Yeah."

Felix regarded her for another second before his mouth was on hers—soft but insistent, his warmth wrapping around her in a slow burn. It was brief, but it sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her gasping when he finally released her.

"Here you are," he breathed, his brow lightly against hers. "You shared your first kiss with someone special."

She could hardly register what had just happened, her mind in chaos of emotions. Felix—her best friend, the one she'd secretly had a crush on—had stolen her first kiss in the most unexpected way.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning hers for even the slightest glimmer of apology. What he got instead was a dazed Y/N, her cheeks flushed with pink as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah… you're special to me."

A slow, wicked grin spread on Felix's face before he moved away, slipping into his usual cool self. "Good. Now go do your job."

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving Y/N standing there, tracing over her lips, heart racing as she mouthed to herself, "What just happened?"

Little did she know, Felix was walking away with the same question in his head—and a new realization settling deep in his chest.

[changbinqueencard]

Prank>>Bangchan

The evening sun cast a golden glow over your childhood home, the smell of dinner still lingering in the air. Chan had been dying to visit your hometown, and now here he was, lounging in your kitchen like he owned the place.

Everything had been peaceful—until he decided to be a menace.

You were scrolling through your phone, waiting for the cookies to bake, completely unaware of the evil plans forming in Chan’s mind. He held a small, plastic cockroach between his fingers, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Slowly, quietly, he snuck up behind you and placed it right on your shoulder before taking a step back, hands already over his mouth to stop himself from laughing too early.

“Uh, Y/N… don’t freak out but… there’s something on you,” he said, voice way too casual.

“What?” You barely glanced up from your phone.

“Like… on your shoulder.”

You turned your head slightly, and then—oh no. Something dark. Something creepy. Your brain didn’t even try to think. It just went straight into PANIC MODE.

“WHAT THE—” you shrieked, your soul practically leaving your body as you flailed wildly, trying to shake the creature of doom off your shoulder. “GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF—”

Chan? Oh, he was GONE. Dude was wheezing, holding onto the counter for dear life, tears forming in his eyes as he cackled. “It’s—It’s fake!” he finally gasped out.

You froze.

The gears in your brain started turning. Slowly. Calculating revenge. You turned to face him, blinking, still slightly traumatized.

Chan saw the shift in your expression and his laughter cut off real quick. “Uh… Y/N?”

“You. Are. DEAD.”

Before he could process his upcoming doom, you launched yourself at him. Chan’s instincts kicked in—he bolted out of the kitchen like his life depended on it.

“COME BACK HERE, YOU MENACE TO SOCIETY!” you screeched, hot on his heels.

“IT WAS FOR SCIENCE!” he yelled back, jumping over the coffee table with Olympic-level agility.

“You’re gonna need science to put you back together when I’m done with you!”

Chan dodged a pillow you yeeted at him, laughing so hard he nearly tripped over his own feet. He swerved around the couch, but you faked him out, cutting him off by the hallway.

His eyes widened. “WAIT WAIT WAIT—”

Too late. You tackled him onto the couch with full force, landing right on top of him as both of you burst into breathless laughter. Chan held his hands up in surrender, still giggling like a child who just got away with something terrible.

“Okay, okay, maybe that was… slightly evil,” he panted, still grinning like an idiot.

“A SLIGHTLY???” You smacked his arm, making him laugh harder. “You’re sleepin’ with one eye open tonight, buddy.”

Chan, still absolutely unbothered, pulled you into a hug, snickering. “Worth it.”

[changbinqueencard]

Cursed>>Bangchan

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It started with a sneeze.

Okay—seven of them.

"Ahh…CHOO! AH-CHOO! AHCHOO!" You were on your fifth sneeze when Chan's head suddenly spun around like a creature-seeking canine from an F-movie.

"Six…" he wheezed, gawking.

"AH-CH—"

"SEVEN!" he bellowed, his finger shaking in accusation at you for summoning the devil or something.

You flinched. "Bro. Allergies."

Chan took a step back like you had the plague. "Nope. No. Absolutely not. That was seven. That's the sneeze curse. You're cursed now. Do you feel it? Do you feel the evil inside you?"

".I feel like punching you."

"Exactly!" he wheezed. "The curse is taking hold!"

You rolled your eyes, but too late. Chan was already in knight defense mode. He grabbed a colander from the kitchen and jammed it onto his head like a helmet.

"I am your knight. I shall protect you from the darkness!" he declared, striking a dramatic pose with a broom as his sword.

You just stared. "You okay?"

He charged at you and swatted at a decorative plant. "EVIL! Begone, leaf demon!"

"Chan, that's IKEA."

He didn't care. He clung to you all day long like a melodramatic madman. When you tripped over your own shoe, he yelled, "THE CURSE IS STRIKING!" and threw himself onto the floor to "soak up the bad luck."

When the microwave beeped, he wrestled it. "DON'T YOU DARE CURSE HER SNACKS!"

When you sneezed once more in the afternoon, he dramatically clutched his chest and said, “It’s worse than I thought. We have hours left before you transform into a were-pigeon.”

“…A what now?”

“A PIGEON, Y/N. HAVE YOU NOT STUDIED THE LEGENDS?”

By evening, he had built you a “curse defense fortress” out of couch cushions and covered you in garlic cloves like some weird vampire burrito.

You let out a sigh, reclining in the pillow cave, garlic dangling around your neck, Chan pacing in front with a spatula raised high. "I'm not cursed, you know."

Chan stopped. Looked at you. Squinted. "Wait. Are you sure?"

"Dude. Allergies."

".Oh."

Beat.

".Can I still use the colander helmet?"

You sighed once more. "Only if you stop calling me 'Cursed One.'"

Chan smiled, offering you a garlic clove like it was a rose. "Deal."

And peace was restored like that.

(But he still wore the colander for a week.)