THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

♡︎ Val / Masterlist ── Supernova

[valkyriexo]

𐙚 VAL ── Reader discretion always advised. Claimed anons: x Current Requests: x

𐙚 MASTERLIST · TAGLIST · REQUEST GUIDELINES · ── REQUEST STATUS: closed 𐙚 KO-FI · RECS&REBLOGS · WATTPAD ──Hi channie <3

Read my hiatus notice

── 「No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

Thank you for your support ♡ | Consider leaving a comment, reblog or like ♡ | © 2024 Valkyriexo 

𐙚 Dividers by @firefly-graphics 

[whos-emma-anyway-ew]

Bang Chan - KARMA images.

[valkyriexo]

mmmhmmmm oh ok

[valkyriexo]

I know nothing I say is going to change the minds of people who’ve already decided who I am. But my lovely keyboard warriors hmu in my messages <3333 I have words for youuuu come on dont be shy!!!

[valkyriexo]

I've also been told my queue stopped working. I will fix it and get it going again.

[valkyriexo]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Y'all have had SOOOOOO MUCH TO SAY TO ME. I'm glad u keyboard warriors are having fun.

Its my turn now

Fuck off. Leave me alone.

[valkyriexo]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Late night thoughts 008☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“I look at her and I remember why I never even want to look at anyone else.” Dad!Chan x Reader

Notice : I’m currently on hiatus from writing. If you’re seeing this—congrats! That means my queue is working. 💌

“Daddy, it’s melting!” your son wailed, chocolate already dripping in thick globs from the side of his cone and down his tiny wrist.

Chan crouched in a panic, trying to grab a napkin from the stand. “Okay, okay, don’t cry, bud—look! I got it, I got it—here, here—wipe your hands first, not your shirt—no—don’t—ah—okay, we’re already sticky.”

You watched from a bench a few yards away, sipping your iced drink as the summer heat warmed your skin. You could see the chaos unfold in real time. Your husband’s backwards baseball cap slipping slightly as he bent forward, the front of his gray T-shirt already marked with what looked like chocolate and maybe a bit of strawberry swirl. Your son, Kai, on the verge of a meltdown.

“You’re okay, Kai,” Chan murmured as he grabbed another napkin, gently swiping at the mess dripping down his son’s fingers. “Let’s fix this, yeah? Deep breaths.”

Kai sniffled dramatically, fat tears welling in his eyes. "But daddy its UGLY NOW!" He held up the sagging, tragically tilted cone .

Chan bit back a laugh, lips twitching as he cupped the back of Kai’s head. “It still tastes the same, promise.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, baby,” Chan said, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Even ugly ice cream’s still ice cream.”

That’s when she appeared, heels clicking lightly on the concrete path, a high ponytail swaying behind her like a flag of confidence. Her voice, sugary and smooth.

“Oh my gosh,” she gushed. “Is he yours?”

Chan turned, still kneeling with a napkin in one hand and a chocolate-covered toddler in the other. “Uh—yeah. He’s mine.”

She stepped closer, smile wide, sunglasses perched on her head. Her eyes roamed boldly, from the curve of Chan’s shoulders to the line of his jaw, and then down again, lingering way too long for it to be casual.

“He’s so cute,” she said with a coo. “I just love seeing dads out with their kids. It’s, like, so rare.”

Chan stood slowly, adjusting Kai on his hip. “Ah… thanks.” His voice was polite, but you knew that nervous chuckle. He was trying to be nice.

“You’re doing amazing,” the girl continued, glancing pointedly at the way Chan’s hand cradled Kai’s back. “Really. Most guys would be tapping out by now. But you’re still, like, calm. Gentle. It’s refreshing.”

Chan gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… it’s not that hard if you love the kid.”

He bounced Kai lightly in his arms, and your son let out a little huff, melting cone forgotten for the moment.

The girl tilted her head, smile slow and deliberate. “Honestly? If I saw more guys like you at the park, I’d be here every weekend. You’re kind of… the whole package.”

Chan blinked. “Uh… that’s—thanks?”

She took his half-smile as a green light. “You’re so chill. And sweet. And, like…” she let her eyes travel, slowly, far too slowly, from his biceps to his jaw. “God, you’re seriously hot.”

Chan shifted on his feet, bouncing Kai lightly to distract him from another meltdown. “I really just came for ice cream—”

“Hey, I’m not judging,” she cut in, laughing. “Honestly, if I’d known dads like you existed, I would’ve hung around the playground more often.”

Chan chuckled nervously, trying to deflect. “Yeah, uh… not sure that’s a compliment you want to say out loud.”

But she only stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve got this... warm protector thing going on, y’know? It’s really attractive. Some girls are into bad boys. Me? I like the good ones. The kind that make a mess for their kids without complaining. The kind that know how to hold a baby and look like you.”

Chan blinked again, stunned.

Kai whined again. “Daddyyyyyyyyyy, it’s still melting!!”

“I know, bud, I’m trying—don’t panic—here, bite it from the side—no, not the cone, the ice cream, you’re just eating cone right now—okay…” Chan was now juggling napkins, a tilted cone, and a sticky-fingered child trying to climb up him like a squirrel.

And still, the girl wouldn’t leave.

“Do you always come to this park?” she asked, lowering her voice. “Because if you ever want company....I wouldn’t mind tagging along next time. I love kids. And I wouldn’t mind getting to know you either.”

Her eyes scanned him like he was on display.

“You’re honestly kind of perfect,” she said, eyes flicking over him like she couldn’t help herself. “Sweet, patient, good with kids... and really easy on the eyes.”

Chan gave a tight smile. “I appreciate it, but—”

“I mean it,” she cut in, stepping closer. “You’re the kind of man I could see myself with. Stable. Mature.”

Chan stepped back slightly, lifting his hand between them as a subtle warning. “Look, I’m flattered, but—”

She didn’t let him finish. “Don’t be modest. I’m not trying to make things weird. I just feel like we clicked. Here—” She fished a card from her purse and held it out. “Call me. Just saying, if you ever get tired of the hard stuff… I could be a little easier.”

She reached out again...this time, her fingers grazing the front of his shirt, straightening the collar like they were already something. And that’s when Chan’s hand shot up, gently but firmly catching her wrist mid-motion.

“Don’t.”

She blinked. “What—?”

“I’m married.” He held up his left hand slightly, the gold band glinting in the sunlight. “Happily.” His voice was quiet, but firm. There was no room to misunderstand it.

She opened her mouth again, maybe to laugh it off, but he kept going, eyes flicking to the simple gold ring on his hand, then back to her.

“My wife?” he said. “she’s... everything. She’s my peace, my best friend, my first thought every morning. She’s the reason I even know how to be this kind of dad.”

Kai squirmed in his arms, sticky fingers tugging at his shirt. “Daddyy” he mumbled, “I-I wana go to Mommy.”

Chan glanced down, his whole expression softening.

He crouched and gently set Kai down. “Alright, go ahead, baby.”

Without missing a beat, Kai took off across the grass, his little legs wobbling as he shouted, “Mommy!”

Chan watched him run to you...watched you light up as you opened your arms, pulling your son close with that smile that still knocked the air from his chest.

Then he looked back at the girl.

“I don’t need easier,” he said. “I’ve already got everything I could ever want. I look at her, and I remember why I never even want to look at anyone else.”

The girl stayed silent, unsure now, fingers still holding the number she had no chance of giving him.

“You don’t come close,” he said. “Not to her. Not even a little.” Then he let his eyes flick down to the slip of paper in her hand. “Keep the number,” he said coolly. “Might want to save it for someone who’s available.”

And with that, he turned his back on her completely.

He walked straight to you without looking back, like the girl had never even been there.

You looked up from helping Kai wipe his hands, your brow lifting slightly. “Everything okay?”

“Now it is,” Chan said softly, already sliding an arm around your waist. He pulled you in, eyes full of nothing but you.

And right there in the middle of the park...with your son humming to himself and the girl still frozen a few feet away...Chan leaned in and kissed you.

Soft. Intentional. Like he wanted to remind the whole world who had his heart. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, lips brushing your cheek as he whispered, just loud enough to carry:

“I love you, baby.”

No hesitation. No doubt.

Because you weren’t just his wife.

You were his person.

And no one else ever stood a chance.

ઇଓ M.LIST | Ko-Fi | Taglist | Thank you for your support ♡ | Consider leaving a comment, reblog or like ♡ | © 2025 Valkyriexo 

𐙚 Networks

@skzstarnet @supernovanetwork @straykidsland

𐙚 Taglist

@stayceebs97 @everythingboutkpop @velvetmoonlght @ririwhiskers @ch4nn13luv

@stellasays45 @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @changbiddies0325 @ayyonoona @mellhwang

@bowsnbang @jisungsbff01 @miin17 @lyracarvahall @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad

@sunoosfavsposts @kayleefriedchicken @yougottobekittenme @jaiuneamesolitaiire @channiecreme

@intrikatie @chrizzztopherbang @catlove83 @vernorica123@pixie-felix

@zerillia @lezleeferguson-120@night-storm7 @unbel1ve4ble @threerxcha

@beautyandmentalbreakdown

𐙚 Join my Taglist

──Want to be removed? send me an ask<3

[valkyriexo]

One + One = Three | Hyunjin

ᑉ³pairing; Hyunjin x Idol! Reader. FtStray kids

ᑉ³genre; Angst , Fluff

ᑉ³warnings; Secret relationship, scandal, breakup, mentions of cheating. kinda toxic hyunjin

ᑉ³Authors Note; Rewrite of the original story.

Notice : I’m currently on hiatus from writing. If you’re seeing this—congrats! That means my queue is working. 💌

The soft light of morning crept in through the curtains, brushing across your face until it finally pulled you from sleep.

You blinked a few times, your body still warm under the covers, the weight of them comforting against your skin. You turned your head—and there he was.

Hyunjin.

Curled up beside you, mouth slightly parted, one arm tossed over the pillow like he’d fallen asleep mid-thought. His hair was a mess. He looked peaceful.

Beautiful.

You smiled to yourself, barely breathing. These mornings were rare, especially not with both your schedules, and definitely not without the world watching.

You reached out, brushing a piece of hair off his forehead. His lashes fluttered a little at your touch, and a soft groan left his throat.

Then—those eyes.

“Morning,” he mumbled, voice rough and deep from sleep. Still half-dreaming.

“Morning, pretty boy,” you whispered, grin tugging at your lips. “Sleep okay?”

He nodded, eyes still closed. “Had you next to me, didn’t I?”

You bit your lip, cheeks heating. He always knew how to do that—wreck you with one line, so casual like it didn’t kill you every time.

You leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow. It tasted like sleep and sunlight and something that felt dangerously close to forever.

You stayed like that for a while. Tangled up in sheets, in each other. Neither of you talking—just the steady sound of Hyunjin’s breathing beside you, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm.

And still, even wrapped up in him like this, part of you felt like you were holding your breath.

“I wish people knew about us,” he whispered, voice rough from sleep but soft, like he was scared of breaking the quiet.

You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t.

Because you wanted that too. Desperately.

And wanting it only made it worse.

“I know,” you finally said. “I think about it all the time.”

He shifted, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at you. His eyes searched yours like he was trying to memorize the whole map of your face.

“I hate that we have to hide something that feels this good,” he said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I have to pretend you’re no one.”

His voice cracked a little at the end, and you felt it like a punch to the gut.

“It sucks,” he said. “Loving someone like this. Quietly. Secretly.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d had this conversation—maybe not in words, but in the way your stomach dropped every time you said goodbye in public like strangers. In the way you had to look past him at events, pretend like he didn’t make your entire world stop.

Hyunjin closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, there was that look—like he could see right through you.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we weren’t idols?” he asked. “If we were just… us.”

“All the time,” you said, your voice a little shaky. “Like, if I met you in college or in some random dance studio somewhere, and we didn’t have to think about contracts or fan reactions or labels breathing down our necks…”

He smiled, small and sad. “I think I’d still fall for you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how easy he said it. Like it was obvious.

“I wouldn’t even try not to,” he added.

Your throat burned.

“Shouldn’t we be allowed to love who we love?” you said quietly, not really asking.

He nodded slowly. “In a perfect world... yeah.”

You let out a breath. “But it’s not a perfect world.”

“Nope,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “It’s a world where one photo could ruin everything. For both of us.”

You looked down at your hands. “I just don’t want this to feel like a lie.”

“It’s not,” he said, and his voice was gentle but firm. “We’re not a lie. We’re just… complicated.”

You nodded, though your throat felt tight.

“We’ll tell them one day,” Hyunjin said, pulling you closer. “When we’re ready. When it’s safe.”

You didn’t know if “one day” would ever come.

But you nodded anyway, because for now—this moment, this bed, this boy—it was enough.

With a sigh, you allowed yourself to fall back into the embrace of sleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

The smell of coffee was what finally pulled you out of bed.

You stretched, blanket falling off your shoulder as the quiet hush of the apartment reminded you Hyunjin had already gotten up. For a second, you let yourself just... exist. Wrapped in his scent. Drowsy, warm, maybe even a little happy.

Then your stomach grumbled.

You padded down the hall, your oversized shirt brushing against your thighs as you walked into the kitchen—and stopped.

Hyunjin was standing at the counter, head tilted, brow furrowed, spatula in one hand and a bowl of batter in the other

You leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him. There was something so domestic about him like this. Barefoot. Focused. Making a mess of your counter.

You smiled.

“Is that supposed to be a pancake?” you asked, teasing.

He jumped slightly, turning to look at you. “It will be a pancake,” he said, nose scrunching up. “Eventually.”

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his back.

He relaxed immediately. You felt it in the way his shoulders dropped, the way he let out a little sigh and covered your hands with his.

“Morning again,” he said softly.

You hummed in response, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Didn’t wanna wake you,” he added. “You looked peaceful.”

“I’m never peaceful,” you mumbled, voice still sleepy.

“With me, you are,” he said.

You pulled away just enough to look at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You trying to make me cry into your batter?”

He turned and kissed your forehead. “Never. Just trying to feed my lover.”

You bit your lip, heart doing that annoying fluttering thing it always did when he called you that.

You ended up on the counter, legs swinging, stealing strawberries from the bowl while he tried—and failed—not to burn a pancake.

It felt normal. Easy.

Almost too easy.

You were so lost in the warmth of it all that you didn’t hear the buzz of his phone until he glanced at it, and his entire expression shifted.

“What's wrong?” you asked, instantly on alert.

Hyunjin didn’t answer right away. His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the screen.

You leaned forward. “Hyune?”

He sighed, setting the phone down like it physically hurt. “Chan. I forgot we had early prep today for the show next week.”

You nodded, trying not to show the sting of disappointment. “You said you'd be free today.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, already stepping away to grab his stuff. “I didn’t mean to lose track of time, I just... I wanted this morning with you.”

You slid off the counter, watching him move quickly through the apartment, your heart a little heavier with every step he took away from you.

“You’ll be back for dinner though?” you asked, hopeful.

He paused at the door, eyes softening.

“I promise.”

And he meant it. You could see it in the way he looked at you—like you were home.

He kissed you once, quick but lingering, before disappearing out the door.

You stood there for a second, trying to hold onto the warmth he left behind.

But even with the coffee still hot and the scent of pancakes in the air, the apartment already felt too quiet.

The pancakes were cold by the time you sat down to eat.

You weren’t really hungry anymore, but you picked at them anyway—more out of habit than anything else. The apartment was still. The kind of quiet that made you overthink.

You flipped your phone over on the table. Notifications, of course. Always notifications. Messages from your manager, some staff group chat you were ignoring, a missed call from your vocal coach.

And then— A headline.

Big, bold, impossible to miss:

“Exclusive: Y/N Linked to Stray Kids Member in Dating Controversy”

You froze. The bite of pancake in your mouth forgotten. You tapped the article, your thumb shaking as it loaded.

The words didn’t register at first. Just a blur of phrases:

intimate photos... rumors swirling... spotted multiple times with Han Jisung... secret meetings... secret messages... agencies decline to comment...

Wait a second...

Han?

You blinked. Read it again.

“Despite attempts to keep their relationship private, it appears Y/N and Stray Kids’ Han Jisung have grown closer in recent months…”

“No,” you whispered, your voice catching.

Your hands trembled as you scrolled through the pictures. The convenience store—yeah, you remembered that night. You were standing next to Han because Hyunjin had gone to pay. Another photo—by the River. You were walking with Han, Minho, and Jeongin. But where was Hyunjin?

You remembered him being there. You knew he was. He was just… out of frame.

And yet, here it was—your entire relationship reduced to a misinterpreted headline and a handful of photos that told the wrong story.

And it was spreading fast.

Fan comments. Tweets. Edits. Tagging your name and Han’s like it was a confirmed ship. Hyunjin’s name was nowhere in sight.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until your phone slipped from your fingers and landed on the couch cushion.

Your heart was pounding. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Your skin felt like it didn’t fit right.

You tried to breathe. Just breathe.

But it wasn’t working.

You swallowed hard. Cold sweat gathered at the back of your neck.

You needed to talk to the boys. This kind of thing could ruin reputations, tank endorsements, drag innocent people into mess they didn’t ask for.

But you couldn’t call anyone.

Not Han. Not Hyunjin. Not Chan.

Even the thought of stepping outside felt impossible. The internet already had claws in your name—you didn’t need cameras in your face too.

So you did the only thing you could do.

You grabbed a water bottle, curled up on the couch, and tried to breathe.

In. Out.

You counted: four in, four out. The way your therapist once told you to. You blinked back tears. Pressed the cold bottle to your temple.

Your chest was tight. Your ears were ringing.

You wanted to wake up from this.

You must’ve drifted off at some point. Numbness had that effect.

Until—

SLAM.

The door crashed shut so hard it made you jolt upright, nearly knocking the water bottle from your hands.

Your heart leapt to your throat.

“Jinnie?”

No response.

You sat up, blinking in the dark. The clock on the stove glared: 1:14 a.m.

The shuffle of shoes. The zipper of a bag. Then silence.

You stood slowly, padding toward the hallway, half-hoping it wasn’t what it felt like— That you weren’t about to have that conversation.

And then you saw him.

Hyunjin stood just past the entryway. Still in his hoodie. Hands clenched into fists at his sides. Staring at nothing.

You could barely breathe.

“Hey,” you said, soft. Fragile. “You’re back…”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at you. And that’s when you knew.

He’d seen it.

You took a cautious step toward him. “You saw it.”

He nodded slowly. “The article. The photos.” His voice was low. Strained.

“I was going to tell you,” you said. “I just—”

“Why didn’t you?” he asked. No venom. Just that—quiet disbelief.

“I panicked,” you whispered. “I didn’t know what to say. Everything exploded so fast, and I—”

He held up a hand. Not to shush you—just to pause.

Then, after a long moment, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Opened something. Turned the screen toward you.

More photos.

Ones you hadn’t seen.

You stepped forward instinctively, scanning them. You and Han. You and Han.

You and Han.

Sitting on a studio couch, leaning close. Laughing at something. Your head tilted, his hand brushing your shoulder. One image showed your hand on his arm, smiling. It looked... intimate. You remembered these moments. You remembered Hyunjin being there. But he wasn’t in the shot.

“This one?” Hyunjin said. “Were you even thinking about me?”

“Of course I was,” you said quickly. “We were working. You were in the other room.”

He gave a breathy laugh, and something in his face twitched.

“God,” he muttered. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?”

He looked at you again. Really looked. Like he was trying to find the truth somewhere in your face.

“You and Han,” he said quietly. “You’ve always had this… thing. I ignored it. I told myself I was being jealous. That I trusted you. That I was just being stupid.”

“You were, Hyunjin,” you said, desperate. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“But now the whole world thinks it is!” he shouted suddenly, his voice breaking like a dam. “And you didn’t even warn me. I had to walk into a room today where everyone looked at me like I was some pathetic, clueless idiot.”

You flinched.

And that only seemed to set him off more.

“Oh, now you’re scared?” he scoffed. His voice was sharp, nearly shaking. “Are you scared because I caught you, or scared because you never thought I’d actually say it?”

You stared at him, stunned. “Say what?”

“That you cheated on me,” he spat.

Your breath left your lungs. “I—what? Hyunjin, no. No, I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, louder now. “Don’t fucking stand there and lie to me.”

“I’m not—”

“Then what am I supposed to believe, Y/N?” His eyes were wide, desperate, furious. “That all those photos mean nothing? That Han just accidentally ends up in every moment you decided to keep from me?”

“They weren’t secrets! I told you we were working together—”

“You didn’t tell me you were all over him.” He threw his phone across the couch. “Jesus. You look like you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not—Hyunjin, I love you.”

“Then prove it!” he shouted, his voice breaking again. “Because every photo I saw today says otherwise. You’re looking at him like he’s your whole damn world and I’m just—what? A convenience? Someone to crawl back to when the cameras are off? Someone you're using to get closer to him?”

“That’s not true,” you said, crying now, voice shaking. “I would never do that to you.”

“But it looks like you did,” he hissed. “And that’s all anyone cares about. That’s all I can see when I look at you now.”

He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing, spiraling.

“I keep asking myself—what if I never saw those photos? Would you have ever told me? Or were you just gonna keep letting me play boyfriend while you and Han—”

“There’s nothing going on with Han!” you screamed.

“Don’t lie!” he shouted back, face flushed. “You were touching him! Whispering to him! Sitting in his lap—”

“I wasn’t—!”

“I know what I saw!” he snapped. “And don’t you dare stand there and tell me I’m crazy for putting two and two together when you handed me the math.”

You were sobbing now, chest heaving. “I didn’t cheat on you, Jinnie. I swear to God, I didn’t.”

But he wasn’t listening anymore. His hands were on his hips, shaking with rage and disbelief.

“You let the whole world think you’re dating Han,” he said. “And you didn’t even try to stop it.”

“I didn’t know! It happened so fast—”

“You didn’t care,” he cut in, cold now. “Because maybe a part of you liked it. The attention. The rumors. Him.”

“Stop!” you cried. “Why are you saying this?!”

“Because it’s true,” he said. “And you know it.” He grabbed his bag from the corner, barely looking at you now.

“I’m done.”

“No—please don’t say that—”

“I’ll come get my things when I don’t feel like I’ve been stabbed in the back.”

The door opened.

“Hyunjin, please. Don’t walk away.”

He paused.

And without looking back, he said:

“You walked away first.”

Then the door slammed shut behind him. And this time, you didn’t just cry.

You broke.

ઇଓ M.LIST | Ko-Fi | Taglist | Thank you for your support ♡ | Consider leaving a comment, reblog or like ♡ | © 2025 Valkyriexo 

𐙚 Networks

@skzstarnet @supernovanetwork @straykidsland

𐙚 Taglist

@stayceebs97 @everythingboutkpop @velvetmoonlght @ririwhiskers @ch4nn13luv

@stellasays45 @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @changbiddies0325 @ayyonoona @mellhwang

@bowsnbang @jisungsbff01 @miin17 @lyracarvahall @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad

@sunoosfavsposts @kayleefriedchicken @yougottobekittenme @jaiuneamesolitaiire @channiecreme

@intrikatie @chrizzztopherbang @catlove83 @vernorica123@pixie-felix

@zerillia @lezleeferguson-120@night-storm7 @unbel1ve4ble @threerxcha

@beautyandmentalbreakdown

𐙚 Join my Taglist

──Want to be removed? send me an ask<3

[valkyriexo]

so glad your leaving nobody wanted you here

I am too.

thanks

[valkyriexo]

hiatus notice

hey everyone—just wanted to let you know I’ll be going on hiatus and will no longer be writing for the time being. I will be releasing the things I’ve already written (including the series I previously announced), but after that, I won’t be posting anything new.

to be honest, I’ve lost all interest and motivation in everything lately, and I don’t know when—or if—I’ll be returning.

I’m really grateful to those who supported my writing and stuck around. thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, or even just quietly lurking. it meant a lot more than you probably know.

for now, I just need space to figure things out.

take care of yourselves, okay?

Thank you to those who had joined my Taglist

@stayceebs97 @everythingboutkpop @velvetmoonlight @ririwhiskers @ch4nn13luv

@stellasays45 @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @changbiddies0325 @ayyonoona @mellhwang

@bowsnbang @jisungsbff01 @miin17 @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @beautyandmentalbreakdown

@sunoosfavsposts @kayleefriedchicken @yougottobekittenme @jaiuneamesolitaiire @channiecreme

@intrikatie @chrizzztopherbang @catlove83 @vernorica123 @lyracarvahall

@zerillia @lezleeferguson-120 @night-storm7 @unbellve4ble @pixie-felix

@threerxcha

[kijeu]

who's the cute boy in the white jacket and the thick accent?

[chanrizard]

[SKZ VLOG] | CHAN BANG VLOG 5 in Milano

[wolfchans]

BANG CHAN ♡ HOLLOW SPECIAL RELEASE PROGRAM

[valkyriexo]

Quit AI generating shit and acting like you're cooler than everyone

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh my god I needed this laugh. Thank you 😂😂

[valkyriexo]

Witchwear Workshop | Levanter

My submission for Witchwear Workshop <3 @stayblrr

This design was created to show that magic schoolwear doesn’t have to be traditional or plain.

I wanted something that feels powerful, personal, and stylish mostly because Levanter students value self-reflection and finding their true selves. Their look should represent Us .... not just a uniform.

That’s why I chose not to go the usual route of plaid or typical school patterns.

This isn’t a traditional school, and their clothes shouldn’t be either.

the deets:

Dress The base of the outfit is a short, layered dress in rich royal blue. The bodice has a corset-inspired shape that flatters the figure while still allowing movement. The sleeves are sheer and light, simulating a sense of airiness, Levanter's element. The gold detailing across the dress is done in soft, wavy lines — these represent the wind’s constant motion. I added subtle wave-like water patterns as well to show how wind shapes the world around it, pushing water to form waves.

Cloak I wanted the cloak to break from the idea of a heavy, traditional wizarding cape. This Levanter cloak is light and fluid, made from 2 layered fabrics that move easily with the wearer... almost like wearing the wind itself. The gold embroidery along the edges isn’t just for decoration: it shows stars and abstract wind patterns, a reminder that Levanter magic is tied to the skies and air. Its shape is slightly asymmetrical with slanted hems, giving it a modern, fashion-forward feel while still feeling magical.

Boots The knee-high boots are designed for both style and comfort. They have gold-stitched detailing that ties them into the rest of the outfit and are light and easy to move in, whether on stone floors or forest paths.

Accessories The layered charm belt and gold jewelry add small magical touches without overwhelming the look. The dagger holder and necklace add a bit of edge and a sense of "history" to the outfit, like something passed down or found on a magical journey.

Wand holster Worn at the thigh for quick access, so the wearer’s hands stay free for whatever spells or adventures come their way.

[stayblrofficial]

Part of Stayblr's SKZ MAGIC SCHOOL EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

STARTING SENTENCE

Han and Felix accidentally rode a runaway broomstick into the Headmaster’s laundry line—and now the enchanted pants won’t stop chasing them.

[fenya-stays]

"Don't let them get you", Han yelled, pulling Felix back to his feet, as both of them half-ran, half-stumbled out of the Headmaster's private yard. Calling all my Levanter Stays <3@ridhi1608 @stay6874 @beautyandmentalbreakdown @madirye062  @rageholic-alcoholic01 @superbbasementhologram @andiatas @neptunethemosasaurus @wellbemakingpink @minniebbang @babybreaxxd @gemini-demon @dwaekkiiracha @pearbunny @multi-fandommaniac @turtledove824 @rayzyart @valkyriexo

[raysramblings]

"No, I'm too pretty to die now!!" Han cried as he basically dragged Felix into a nearby shop; door slamming, pants against the door ramming.

@valkyriexo @andiatas @dwaekkiiracha @minniebbang

[valkyriexo]

The shopkeeper, unfazed by the door shaking on its hinges, sipped her tea and said dryly, “Ah, the Headmaster’s pants again—third time this week, boys, and I still haven’t replaced the shelves from the sock incident.” LEV TEAM <3 :

@ridhi1608 @stay6874 @beautyandmentalbreakdown @madirye062  @rageholic-alcoholic01

@superbbasementhologram @andiatas @neptunethemosasaurus @wellbemakingpink @minniebbang

@babybreaxxd @gemini-demon @dwaekkiiracha @pearbunny @multi-fandommaniac

@turtledove824

[linoxpudding]

Little Rivalry - Lee Know

summary: after the birth of your third child, your firstborn begins to struggle with sharing his mommy

pairing: dad!lee know x mom!reader

genre: fluff, humor, domestic

word count: 2609 words

a/n: you guys, I missed my fictional son mingi soo much—had to bring back a little lee family chaos ♡

Dad!SKZ Masterlist

-

The Kids: Eldest Son (Mingi - 5 years old), Middle Daughter (Minjung - 2 years old), Youngest Son (Minhyuk - newborn)

~°~

Minho slips an arm under your shoulders, steadying you as you swing your legs over the side of the hospital bed. Your legs feel like jelly, but his strength is steady and warm.

“Easy there, jagiya,” he murmurs, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. 

He gently eases you into the wheelchair and straightens your robe around your knees while tucking a small pillow behind your back.

“Ready to go home?” he whispers, voice soft with relief.

You close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with antiseptic. “Yes,” you reply, voice thick. “I— I miss my other two babies so much.”

Minho chuckled and leaned forward to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips softly. “They’ve missed you too. But don’t worry. They’ve been terrorizing Han, Jeongin and Changbin all day.”

You burst out laughing despite the dull ache in your body. “Of course they did.”

He pressed one last kiss to your temple. “Let’s go home.”

*********************

The drive home was quiet and peaceful. You and Minho kept stealing glances at the rearview mirror where your newborn, Minhyuk, lay snug in his car-seat, oblivious to the world he’d just entered. Your hand rested over Minho’s on the gearshift the whole ride home with an unspoken promise between you two— we’ve got this.

When you reached home, there was immediate, unmistakable chaos.

The moment the door opened, a blur of movement shot past Minho. 

"TO THE DINOSAUR PLANET!" Changbin shouted with Minjung hanging from his back like a koala. The two of them disappeared down the hallway, trailed by screams of laughter.

Mingi’s voice echoed through the hall, “UNCLE INNIE SAID I COULD HAVE SEVEN COOKIES.”

Jeongin’s voice followed immediately, “I SAID NO SUCH THING—MINGI, GIVE ME THAT—”

“TOO LATE!” He was running.

Minho looked over his shoulder at you, Minhyuk bundled in his arms. “Well,” he muttered, “at least they’re all still alive.”

“Welcome home!” Han beamed as he stepped into view, he was wearing a pink feather boa and had a suspicious amount of glitter on his cheek. "I lost control around hour two. But hey we did amazing and nobody lost a limb." 

Minho laughed while cradling Minhyuk protectively. “That’s my bar for success too.”

Jeongin practically bolted to the door. “Congratulations! Goodbye!” he yelled in one breath and disappeared, sprinting to his car.

Changbin emerged from the hallway next, panting and slightly sweaty but grinning like a proud uncle. He reached for a careful side-hug, mindful of your post-delivery soreness. “You did amazing. How are you feeling?”

“Like I could sleep for a week,” you laughed, brushing your fingers through your hair.

Changbin cooed at the newborn baby, while patting Minho’s shoulder.

You looked at them both, heart warm and aching in the best way. “Thank you. Really. I don’t even have the words.”

“You don’t have to,” Changbin said, gently patting your shoulder. “Just name your next baby after me.”

Minho blinked. “That’s not happening.”

Han snorted. “I’ll settle for a gift basket.”

“Mommy! Mommy!” Minjung yelled, charging toward you. She hugged your legs tight, eyes wide, “Candy? You bring me candy?"

You smiled, ruffling her hair. "No candy, but I brought you something better." 

Minho knelt slightly, adjusting his hold on the baby and showing him to Minjung, “This is your little brother, sweetheart. He already loves you so much.”

Minjung gasped. "Daddy he is so small!"

Mingi reappeared, standing quietly a few feet away with his arms crossed. He stared at the baby like he was analyzing an alien species. You smiled at him gently. "Come meet your baby brother, Mingi. His name is Minhyuk."

He blinked. "He’s small."

"All babies are. You were, too," you chuckled. Mingi just shrugged and went to the living room.

After you were gently settled on the couch—Minho carefully adjusting the throw pillow behind your back like a certified sleep-deprived dad nurse—the soft daylight spilled through the living room windows. There were a few quick FaceTime calls with the other members. Everyone made plans to visit over the weekend, then eventually the babysitters said their goodbyes. 

“Call us if you need anything!” Han said cheerily.

Changbin, already wrangling his sneakers on, added, “Like if you want us to take the older two for the weekend. Or the year. Just say the word.”

You laughed, and as the door finally shut, a soft, sleepy silence settled over the house. You looked around the living room.

Minho crouched in front of the bassinet, his hand on tiny Minhyuk’s chest, just watching him breathe. Minjung was playing with her dolls and Mingi sat a little away from the rest, quieter than usual.

You looked around at your little family of five. Your heart was full. 

Minho leaned against the back of the couch, taking it all in with you. “We’re outnumbered now,” he muttered.

You smiled up at him, exhausted, glowing. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

*********************

The house was quiet deceptively so.

The fairy lights in your bedroom cast a gentle afternoon golden glow as you sat on the bed, gently shifting Minhyuk in your arms. He’d just started stirring, his tiny fists bunching up and that familiar hungry whimper escaping his lips. Your robe slipped slightly as you adjusted to begin feeding him, holding him close to your chest.

“Shh, baby, mommy’s here,” you whispered softly, stroking his little cheek as he latched on. The moment was peaceful. Minho crawls into bed beside you. 

“You okay?” he whispers.

You smile, reaching for his hand. “I am. We’re acing Day One.”

He turns to face you, that classic smirk on his face, “Only 18 more years to go.”

“Jesus.”

“But you know…” He squeezes your hand, kisses your knuckles. “I wouldn’t want to do this madness with anyone but you.”

You smiled at him and before you could reply you heard tiny footsteps approaching your bedroom. 

Mingi entered your room and padded up to you, squinting. “Is Minhyuk drinking again?”

You nodded, smiling. “He’s hungry, baby.”

“Nooo, Mommy, put it back!” Mingi whined. “Minhyuk is stealing you!”

“He’s not stealing me,” you chuckled. 

“Mommy! He already got your boob!! That’s MY boob!”

Minho choked. “Well, technically—”

“LEE MINHO, DON’T YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE,” you snapped, throwing him a look

Minho snorted, looking away like he was trying not to burst out laughing. Meanwhile, Mingi huffed and left the room dramatically. 

“Minho, I’ll throw a diaper at you!” You threatened your husband. 

*********************

Later that evening, you sat in the dim nursery, bathed in soft lamplight, rocking slowly as Minhyuk nursed. His little hand gripped the collar of your robe as his tiny body curled into yours. You rested your head back, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of peace washed over you.

Minho entered quietly, barefoot and warm from the shower, and sat cross-legged at your feet. He watched you with his usual quiet awe, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your shin. "Still feels unreal," he said softly. "Three of them."

You smiled without opening your eyes. "You remember when it was just us and Mingi? When we used to sit here, staring at him for hours like he was made of magic?"

"Because he was," Minho murmured. "Still is. They all are."

A soft hush fell over the room. After a moment, Minho’s voice broke the silence.

“Dinner is ready. Let’s go eat?”

You set Minhyuk gently in his bassinet and followed Minho to the dinner table. The warm light from the kitchen wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. 

Minho crouched down to adjust Minjung in her high chair, making sure her feet dangled comfortably and the tray was just right.

“There we go, all set,” he said softly, giving her a little smile as she giggled, swinging her feet.

You called out softly, “Mingi! Dinner’s ready!”

A few moments later, Mingi appeared at the doorway. His usual bright smile was tempered by something quieter tonight. He stepped forward and wrapped you in a brief, tight hug.

“Hi, Mommy,” he whispered.

You smiled, squeezing him back, “Come eat. Daddy made your favourite pasta.”

As you all settled around the table, the comforting sounds of cutlery and soft conversation filled the room. Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the calm indicating Minhyuk was awake.

You stood quickly and went to the nursery, cradling the newborn close to your chest as you soothed him back to calm. Returning to the table with Minhyuk in your arms, you caught Mingi’s gaze. His eyes flickered with something like jealousy, and he fell quiet, pushing his food around his plate without a word.

“Mingi,” Minho said gently, tousling his hair, “You want ketchup like usual?”

He shrugged. “It’s okay.”

Minho’s eyes met yours. For the rest of dinner, he remained unusually quiet, his usual playful chatter noticeably absent. Your heart quietly ached as you watched your firstborn hold back his feelings.

*********************

After dinner, you moved to the nursery, already dimmed by the nightlight casting stars on the ceiling. Minhyuk was fussing, his tiny face scrunching up as you lifted him into your arms. You nursed him gently, humming a quiet lullaby that barely carried over the soft creak of the rocking chair. His lashes, impossibly delicate, dusted his cheeks as he finally drifted off again.

You placed him back into the bassinet slowly, one hand resting on his tummy for a moment to reassure yourself—yes, he was warm and safe and real.

You quickly went to Minjung’s room. She was already curled under her blanket, hugging her LeeBit plush, her lashes heavy with sleep. You bent down to kiss her forehead, brushing a stray curl away from her face. She mumbled something about dinosaurs and cookies, and you whispered, “Goodnight, baby,” before slipping out quietly.

Then you made your way to the kitchen where your husband stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, methodically scrubbing a plate as the soft clatter of water and ceramic filled the kitchen. His brows were furrowed, his movements slower than usual—like his mind was far away.

You crossed the kitchen silently and came up behind him, wrapping your arms slowly around his waist and resting your cheek against his back.

Minho was startled just a little before exhaling, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

He set the plate aside and leaned into your hold, one hand reaching down to cover yours, interlacing your fingers.

“Hey handsome,” you murmured, smiling softly.

He turned in your arms, water dripping from his hands as he gently cupped your cheeks. “Hey beautiful.”

“Minjung’s down,” you said quietly. “Minhyuk too. Milk coma took him out like a champ.”

Minho smiled at that, forehead resting against yours. “Bet he was out before you even finished burping him.”

You chuckled, letting a beat of silence hang in the air.

"Mingi was really quiet today," you whispered.

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh, reaching for the towel again. "He’s not himself. He barely touched his pasta, and you know that kid would fight an army for that stuff.”

You leaned your head against his chest, arms still looped around his waist as he dried his hands. The warmth of his body and the rhythmic beat of his heart grounded you.

“I think he’s feeling... left out,” he murmured.

You nodded against him. “He’s five now. That whole emotional awareness thing is kicking in. When Minjung was born, he was still too little to really process what was happening. He was just happy to have a baby to pat on the head and call a potato.”

Minho snorted. “He did try to share his gummy bears with her like, every day.”

You smiled. “Yeah. But now it’s different. He’s old enough to realize that Minhyuk takes up a lot of time and energy. And I think he’s trying to figure out where that leaves him.”

Minho nodded, looking thoughtful. “Yeah…I caught him looking at you while you were holding the baby. He didn’t say anything, but... you could tell he wanted to.”

You let out a soft sigh. “He’s never had to share me like this before. Like, really share. And now I’ve got this tiny koala latched to me half the day.”

Minho smiled gently. “A cute koala, though.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Still a koala.”

He leaned in and bumped your forehead with his. “We’ll figure it out. He’s got a whole lot of love in that tiny body. Just needs a little help sorting through it.”

You nodded. “Maybe we should go talk to him. Give him some time with just us, even if it’s short.”

Minho nodded, pressing his lips together. “I hate that we can’t fix it with a cookie or a new toy this time.”

Minho wrapped an arm around your shoulders, holding you close.

“Let’s go find him then,” he said softly. “He needs a reminder that he’s still our whole world too.”

And with that, you turned toward the hallway. You find Mingi sitting by the big window in his room, knees to chest, holding his dinosaur plush. His little eyebrows are furrowed. You and Minho shared a look, bracing yourselves. 

“Baby?” you say softly, sitting beside him. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Mingi glances at you but says nothing. His lip wobbles.

You pull him into your lap, despite the soreness, and cradle him. “Talk to me.”

He sniffled. “You… you didn’t hug me as long today. You were in hospital for two days and you didn’t even talk to me. You were holding the baby all day, Mommy. He’s more special to you.”

Oh.

Your heart cracked. You pulled him gently into your arms, pressing your cheek to his messy hair.

“Oh, Mingi. Mommy is so sorry. I missed you every second I was away. The baby needs help with everything right now. Just like you did when you were little. But he’s not more special. You’re all special.”

He sniffled. "You love the baby now?"

You swallowed. "Oh, baby. I love him and you and your sister so much. Just because there’s a new baby doesn’t mean I have less love. It’s like… my heart grew bigger, so now I have even more to give.” 

“You’re my first baby, you know that? You made me a mom. There’s a special part in my heart that’s only yours.” He clung to you, finally letting the tears fall.

“I love you mommy!” 

“I love you too, my sweetheart. Never forget that, okay?” you whispered softly, brushing his hair with gentle fingers.

A few tears welled up in his eyes, but he nodded. You kissed the top of his head, just as Minho came in, sitting behind you both, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey, big guy," Minho whispered. "Minhyuk’s gonna look up to you, you know. He’s gonna want to be just like you. That’s a pretty big job."

Mingi sniffled, glancing up at his dad with wide eyes, trying to imagine himself as the big brother for the tiny new baby. 

Minho kissed his hair. You all sat there by the window for a long time. You, with your eldest son in your lap, your husband at your back. For a moment, your heart swelled with bittersweet nostalgia—when it had been just the three of you. When Mingi had been the tiny burrito you brought home.

Now, your hands were full, your eyes a little heavier, but your heart... your heart had grown with each baby, each chaotic day, each loud, love-filled night.

Minho pulled the two of you tighter against him.

----------------

Permanent Taglist:

@lov3rachan @pixie-felix @ellemir2404 @willowhanji @skzimagines @wavetohannie @jamroses @vietjeb @kayleefriedchicken @kokinu09 @nightmarenyxx @my-neurodivergent-world @shuuporanglinos @silly250 @notmedina127 @thecutiepieme @stay-tiny-things @inlovewithstraykids @skz-ot8-stay @emilyywhyy @havenwithleeknow @hungryhobbit815 @seungminnieinthebuilding @beabidoobee @geni-627 @ye0lkkot @yaorzu-blog @butterflybananabread @nightshadeblooming @rockstarkkami @finannn @poody1608 @scarlet789 @mbioooo0000 @icannotbelieveit @casperlynn23 @rtyuy1346 @maddy24207 @ari-hwanggg @jisuperboard @nougatjade

Dad!SKZ Taglist:

@butterflydemons @hhjlvr @smiileflower @imbaebi

[valkyriexo]

so cute <3

[withoutchannieso]

Pov: He introduces you, his girlfriend, as a friend at your first meeting with his parents.

3racha!

genres: angst :p

Pt.2:

•Changbin

•Han

Bang Chan:

Changbin:

Han:

[valkyriexo]

oh