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Changbin: MUST you treat me with such disrespect?!

Minho: You’re younger than me..who cares??

Changbin: I CARE

Chan: You know he brings up a good point, as his hyung you should set an example for him and the other members

Minho: but I don’t wannaaaaaaaa

skz - your body insecurity gets bad while cuddling

pairing: chan x gn!reader, changbin x gn!reader, felix x fem!reader warnings: hurt/comfort, some crack in felix', descriptions of body-insecurity summary: your boyfriend notices that you are insecure while cuddling and knows just how to help you get through it word count: 1.5k

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Bang Chan, 565 words

Channie noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Of course he did - he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He would take note of the way your eyebrows would scrunch up a pinch. He would feel your muscles tensing under his body. You didn't try to pull away, not wanting him to realize that your thoughts were torturing you once again, but his perception of your tiniest shuffle was out of this world - so he knew how you felt, even without you saying it out loud.

"Wait, let's sit up real quick, baby", he loosened his touch around your body, helping you get into a more comfortable sitting-position. His hands were still hovering on your arms, his fingers ghosting over the small hairs that were all over them. His eyes found yours. And while his were shining with love, yours were full of sadness - the tears threatening to escape if you looked at him for a second too long. "Channie?", you put one of your hands over his, slowly removing his hold of your arms. "I can't help but feel like I don't deserve to be with someone as-", you stammered, "-someone as beautiful as you." Your eyes deviated from his, looking at your lap in shame.

The man in front of you asked you to look at him again, his voice barely more than a whisper, "May I touch you, baby?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. Chan put one of his warm hands on your cheek, holding it there until you leaned into it unconsciously. "Whenever you lean into me like that, it shows me that you trust me as much as I trust you. That you feel as comfortable around me as you can." A tear rolled down your cheek. It landed on your lips, tasting salty. You didn't mind.

"Can I touch your hips?", he asked. You nodded again, trying to hold in the rest of the tears that were about to fall. His hands slid down your waist and stopped on your hips. You barely felt the touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I love holding you here when we dance. It's like my hands were made to hold you - like I was made to hold you." Your bottom lip quivered and you stopped holding back, finally letting yourself cry.

"Am I allowed to kiss you, love?", his hands were still on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly. You nodded one last time, letting the tears trickle down your face. His lips felt soft on yours as his arms slid behind your back, holding you impossibly close to him. Chan tasted the salty tears that hadn't stopped yet, but he didn't care. This wasn't a kiss of lust or romance. It was a kiss of trust and intimacy. It was a kiss of comfort. It was one of love. "If you think I'm beautiful, then you have to be, too. Because I am convinced that I was made for you. That we were made for each other. You complete me and I complete you."

He let you stare at him, letting his words seep into your brain for as long as you needed. "Channie?", you nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Hm?" "Can we cuddle more?" This time it was his turn to nod, letting your bodies mold together once more, as if they were one, "Of course, baby."

Seo Changbin, 404 words

"Do you think my stomach is too big, Bin?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows behind you. You were cuddling for a while, but this made him remove his hold from you, letting his hand slide off of your waist. "Jagi! What do you mean?", he made you turn around slightly, so he could see your face. He was expecting you to be joking, but he could tell by the redness in your eyes that you meant every word.

"Yah!", he looked at you with an entirely serious expression. "Why? Do you think mine is?", his eyebrows furrowed more. You were shocked at his response. "No! Why would I ever think that?", your eyes widened, "Your stomach is warm and soft and quite literally my favorite place to sleep!" You sighed, "I just...I think my belly is too fat and that it makes me look gross."

Changbin noticed that you tried to look anywhere but at him, not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. "Bunny.", his hand touched your chin, making you look at him, "Did I ever tell you that I can't sleep without holding your belly?" You shook your head. "When I hold your stomach it's like I can keep you safe. I can hold you even when we are asleep, and if a big bad closet monster would try to snatch you away from me at night I could hold onto you without it standing a chance. I always take hours to fall asleep when I am not holding you."

You giggled a little, but he could tell that you still weren't entirely convinced. Both of his hands moved to your cheeks, squishing them a little so you would automatically pout a little with your lips. It made you look adorable. "Your belly holds all of your most important organs, you know? It makes sure to keep them save so that I get to have one more day with you. And it does that every single day. How could I think it's gross, when it's such an important part of you?"

"Do you mean that?", your eyes were wide, glistening with wetness. Changbin put both of his hands onto your belly, immediately spreading their warmth to you. "Every word, bunny."

Both of you got back into the position you were in before your question. "Binnie?" He only hummed in response, his breath tickling your neck. "I like your belly, too."

Lee Felix, 438 words

Felix could feel you attempt to pull out of his tight cuddle for the third time, so he finally decided to talk to you, "What's wrong, honey?" You mumbled what he could only assume to be words in some sort of alien language. "I didn't quiet hear that.", he giggled. "I said I don't like my body today.", you tried to wriggle out of his hold - again. But he pulled you even closer - again. "I'm not going to let you get away from me until you hear what I have to say. And if you still want to stop this insanely good cuddle-session to let me freeze to death, then, I'll let you.

He didn't wait for your response, seeing you pout in surrender. He already knew the response, but asked anyways, "Is this about the fact that your legs are hairy?" "Yes." "You are like crazy pretty when you smile. Genuinely. You are gorgeous. I can see your eyes sparkle when you do, and it makes me so happy. That's why I always send you stupid tiktoks that I think you will like." In an attempt to stop him from seeing your smile you pulled the corners of your mouth down to keep the pout intact. It didn't work. Felix beamed a toothy smile at you, "Sometimes I catch you dance along to music when you think nobody is watching. But everyone is watching, because you are mesmerizing. One time I had to threaten the boys I would teakwondo their asses if they looked at you for too long again." You laughed, not being able to hold back any longer. "You did what?" "It's true!", he nodded.

"Do you know why I stopped calling you cupcake a few months ago?" "Because honey is sweeter?" He shook his head, "Close, but no. I realized that you are way better than any cupcake could be. No matter how good the buttercream is and no matter how many sprinkles are on it." A loud snort escaped you, "Lixie, that is such a bad analogy!", you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "Yes, but it made you laugh."

You didn't protest when he hugged you even tighter one last time before letting you get comfortable in his arms again. "How could I ever even care about some hair on your body when your laugh immediately hypnotizes me. You don't even realize that I would do anything for you if it only means I get to hear your laugh."

In order to keep up the playful atmosphere you slapped his arm slightly, fake-rolling your eyes, "Shut up and cuddle me, sprinkles."

Taglist: @notastraykid, @hee0soo, @moon0fthenight, @bbyquokka

Just feel the ROCK!!! 🔥💥⚡️✨

[ Being in a secret relationship with Changbin Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Changbin x reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Themes & Swearing

Masterlist

- JYP had been clear, coherent and concise - Stray Kids were not to date, enter a relationship, or be seen in any sort of suspicious situation that might be interpreted a particular way

- Technically, Changbin hadn’t infringed on any of the above rules, at least as far as he was concerned

- It had been JYP who had invited you into the studio of Stray Kids to involve the outlook of an outsider into the writing process and Changbin, given that he always tried to be gentlemanly, had tried his upmost to make you feel entirely welcome

- It wasn’t his fault that you were lovely and everything he’d ever wanted

- At first, you only met the members of 3RACHA, given that the trio were mostly responsible for writing and producing the group’s material and as your relationship was relatively fresh, Changbin didn’t worry about sharing the ins-and-outs with Chan and Han

- Let’s be real though, Chan caught on pretty quick and Han had a pretty hard time smothering his very knowing smirk after Chan had pointed out a few suspicious details to him

- To begin, when you and the trio collectively wrote, Changbin seemed to hang on every suggestion and adjustment you made and whilst Chan knew his dedication to the art of music-making was profound, he was certain that he’d never listened so politely to his comments

- Not only that, but when you had other commitments or it was so late that they’d already insisted you go home, Changbin made sure to reiterate your earlier directions

- He even withdrew your notebook on one occasion - Chan was horrified and panicked for a moment that you’d left it behind by mistake and Changbin had nosed around inside uninvited because he knew just how embarrassed he would be if someone stumbled across his half-finished jottings

- When Changbin insisted that you’d given him permission and purposefully left it behind, he was a little surprised - he felt like it was an invitation into the intimate workings of your mind

- Han picked the notebook up at one point and whilst he only meant to move it to the side so that he didn’t spill his coffee over it, Changbin immediately lurched for it, worried that Han planned to flick through

- Han was more than a little startled and whilst Chan laughed, Changbin took the notebook and filed it away into his bag, clearly precious over it

- Changbin is pretty bashful though, so the flush that took to his cheeks was virtually glowing and whilst Chan and Han were nice enough to refrain from saying anything, they couldn’t conceal their smiles as Changbin lowered his gaze to the laptop in front of him and refused to look away until he had cooled down

- Once or twice, Changbin had insisted on leaving the dorm early to get coffee on his way to the studio - he also flatly refused any assistance from both Chan and Han

- It was a ploy to meet you so you’d have five minutes together before the other two arrived

- Chan had actually only been a couple of minutes behind and he had caught sight of you through the little window in the studio door - Changbin was sat at the mixing-desk, admittedly with a coffee on the desk, and you were stood directly opposite

- Changbin had a hand on your thigh and you had one on his shoulder and you were simply chatting about something or other and Chan felt as though he didn’t want to disturb you both just yet

- He thought it was cute, and he was a little shy, so he loitered in the hallway, pretending to browse the vending machine until Han turned up

- When you and Han stepped-out later in the day on a lunch run, Chan gently approached the subject - he was happy for Changbin, more than happy, and he thought you were a wonderful partnership, he was just a little worried that if he’d seen you, so might have anyone else who had walked past, including management

- As kindly and respectfully as possible, he mentioned that he’d noticed that you had grown close and whilst he was pleased, he suggested a little more caution, even saying that it would be okay if Changbin invited you to the dorm occasionally, it would be safer and he was sure the group would adore you

- Changbin blushed HARD for the entire conversation, but was very grateful of Chan’s approval

- The other five members knew of you as someone who was regularly writing in the studio with 3RACHA

- They had also noticed a couple of details about Changbin prior to your introduction, however

- First and foremost, they had never seen him spend so much time scrolling, swiping and smiling at his phone

- Obviously they all had their own friends outside of the group and messaging these friends was to be expected, but simple friends didn’t pass hours at a time sending back and forth texts and they definitely didn’t have phone-calls that required an hour, (at least), in the privacy of one’s own bedroom

- Changbin was definitely in contact with someone that he didn’t want everyone to know about and judging by his evident joy, it was someone he liked, a lot

- There was another minor detail that had actually first been picked-up on by a keen-eyed fan - Changbin had been seen wearing an elastic hairband on his wrist and on more than one occasion at that

- I mean, look at the gif, his arms are dreamy and as if people weren't going to pay close attention to them and what was, or wasn't, on them

- It certainly wasn’t Changbin’s hair-tie though, maybe Hyunjin’s, Felix’s at a stretch, but the fans just couldn’t decide why Changbin would wear one for them

- Unless it wasn’t theirs at all and he’d gotten in the habit of wearing one to offer some unknown, but very lucky, partner

- As soon as management stumbled across the speculation, Changbin was quietly approached and to say that he was panicked was an understatement, but they handled the situation gently, without too many questions or accusations, and simply asked him to remove the hair-tie and, under no circumstance, be seen wearing one again

- He was relieved and felt he was let off relatively lightly, but the stress of the situation had been so terrible that he’d invited you over to the dorm that evening, deciding that what he needed was to introduce you to the remainder of the group

- Not only would he then be able to offer some explanation for his recent behaviour, but he would be able to spend some quality time with you

- The hairband debacle had increased the scrutiny he was under in public, making meeting you particularly difficult

- He just wanted to cuddle, uninterrupted and away from prying eyes

- Honestly, he was also ready to take your relationship to the next level (cough, he wanted to fuck, cough) and he certainly wasn’t going to have his first time with you in the studio, (even if it had crossed his mind)

[ Changbin Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content

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Masterlist

Part of me thinks that Changbin would be hyper-aware of exposing your relationship if his group members don’t yet know, or if they do, at least a little conscious of expressing too much affection around them. They’d tease him even more than they already do. 

But, equally, I think that Changbin is absolutely the sort of boyfriend who instinctively glances up from whatever he is doing whenever you walk into the room. His eyes will follow your movement and whoever he was talking to is momentarily forgotten (and trust me, Minho gives out about it). Even if you’re not intending to walk near him, he’ll extend an arm in a silent invitation for you to slip to his side and he’ll instantly pull you closer. Maybe he just has a thing about having his hands on you - he doesn’t care where, thigh, waist, shoulder, he just wants to have something to grip onto. And you’re hardly complaining, his hands are going to be pretty callused from weight-lifting and the rough skin, the weight of his hand, is reassuring. Not to mention a turn-on when he applies a little pressure to your thigh and sends a hundred sexual thoughts running through your head.

He’s sometimes casual about everything and you simply join the group like you’re a friend. Changbin doesn’t push to sit beside you and it’s cool, you chat away to whoever you’re closest to because you’re all friends and the fact that you’re dating Changbin doesn’t change anything. Or, he’s all over you, entirely uncaring who might see what. He’s cornering you in the shared kitchen, distracting you from cooking, talking to you in a low voice, probably whining about how long dinner is taking and he’s got other matters on his mind. He presses himself close and when he kisses you, it’s hot and intense and inappropriate in every possible way given that you’re in the shared kitchen. Minho is definitely going to be the one giving out when he catches you both and as you hide behind Changbin, he’s smirking in such a way that screams just how little he cares about being caught. 

On the occasions he’s feeling particularly confident, he’ll ask whether you’re good, as if he isn’t slowly rearranging your insides and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s moving slowly, but reaching so, so deep all you can manage is a quiet, soft mhmm. He definitely smirks, but doesn’t press you any further. It’s the sort of occasion where you can’t even bring yourself to trail your nails against his back, all you can think to do is wrap your arms around him to try and bring him even closer, to feel as much of his skin against your own. The feeling is so engulfing that you’re almost silent, desperately clinging to Changbin’s broad shoulders to try and ground yourself and Changbin lives for this - his girlfriend too full of him to talk. 

MASTERLIST

! everything you read doesn't reflect the actual characters of the members. These stories are fiction. I would appreciate your reblog and feedback. I hope you enjoy the stories I write!

BANG CHAN:

within the forest [14 chapters]; fantasy au, angst, fluff, strangers to best friend au – The king had envied the fairies for a long time for their abilities until he killed all of them for good. What will happen when the sole heir to the kingdom decides to be friends with those warned to avoid? only us[0.4k words]; fluff, drabble – Reading beside your boyfriend was an impossible task. dad will always be here[1.8k words]; angst, light fluff, zombie apocalypse au – "I'll always be there for you, sweetheart. No matter how hard it gets, I'm by your side. We'll go through it together" He keeps reminding you of it but will it stay forever?

LEE MINHO:

random wip what the clouds feel like[0.7k words]; fluff – You are always curious about the clouds, and Minho has an odd answer to your question. photograph ; fluff

SEO CHANGBIN:

train to nowhere[1.8k words]; angst – a meeting with a stranger on the train, nothing will go bad, they said. It's a train to the hereafter, one way or another you'll meet a person who was part of your life.

100 reasons to <3 u[socmed au + written series] ;fluff, childhood friends to lover

HWANG HYUNJIN:

"the world is cruel but I still love you" [2.9k words]; skz x aot au, fluff, angst – one month after the rumbling, everything started to return to normal, including the man who destroyed the humanity outside the walls, Hwang Hyunjin.

HAN JISUNG:

Uh oh[1.4k words]; spiderman au – Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, Han Jisung was running late and still had to save the day. Unfortunately enough, his superheroic action was caught in action by someone anywhere but home[2.1k words]; fluff – You never find a real home until Jisung comes 13; fluff, angst scattered music sheet, messy feeling; angst

LEE FELIX:

lego dates; fluff

who are you; a slight angst, reunited lover trope

KIM SEUNGMIN:

back to him[0.9k words]; fluff – after a long day at work, nothing excited you more than going home.

miles away; fluff,angst

YANG JEONGIN:

Lily; drabble

divider by: @benkeibear

stray kids masterlist ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

bang chan

bf!channie movie date

lee minho

coworker!minho texts

seo changbin

nothing yet... check back later!!

hwang hyunjin

nothing yet... check back later!!

han jisung

nothing yet... check back later!!

lee felix

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kim seungmin

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yang jeongin

nothing yet... check back later!!

ot8 / units / hyung & maknae line

bff!skz texts

things bf!hyung line love about their chubby partner

— @bxckkdoor ᧔o᧓

STRAY KIDS WORKS!!!

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

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@/nahcgnab

@/t.leeknowsaurus

@/jutdwae

@/hynjinnnn

@/_doolsetnet

@/yong.lixx

@/miniverse.___

@/i.2.n.8

@/jutdwae

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

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divider credit — @viixcyre

ʚїɞ☄ name: lexi

❥･• age: eighteen years old│ "06"

⋆̩*̣̩☂*̣̩⋆̩ birthday month: December

› 〉 pronouns: she/her/hers

᳝ ˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ mbti: infp

. ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ race: Asian American

BIAS LIST

my ult groups are stray kids and enhypen

stray kids - lee know, hyunjin, and felix

enhypen - heeseung and Jay

itzy- yeji and chaeryeong

kiss of life - natty

twice - sana

lesserafim - yujin, eunchae, and chaewon

blackpink - lisa

gidle - soyeon and minnie

p1harmony- keeho

new jeans - hanni

kep1er - bahiyih

nmixx - kyujin and lily

more info — I love writing, volleyball, music, drawing and art. I'm a very introverted person. My favorite colors are black, blue and white. I've known skz for 3 years now. I'm also a debut engene, midtzy, fearless, blink, bunny, kep1ian, and nwser.

writings — I mainly write about skz, but more on hyunjin. I do try to get ideas on writing for the other members as well. genres I write are fluffs and maybe some angst to fluff or either angst with no happy ending.

masterlist!

dividers credit - @chachachannah @cafekitsune

Series

warning: sensitive topics, swearing, mention of certain topics. overall, all series are all matured!

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˚₊✩‧₊ - The Hwangs : loud screams in the house of a modern place, where feet are smacking on the floor daily with giggles. Messy toys sproud out of the house with more color crayons and paint all over the place. Hearing the sigh and groans of the parents.

divider credit : @horangipilled

Happy 25th birthday to Changbin from Stray Kids. He’s one of the music producers of the group.🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Stray Kids reactions to their S/O asking the worm question (っ ͡ᵔ ▿͡ᵔ )っ

Not requested. Just wanted to make this. Warnings: None gen: Fluff All members.

Bang Chan: “Channieeeee” You called out running to him with your phone in your hands. He looked up at you opening his arms. “Whats up?” He asked. “Do you love me?” You asked him. He shrugged. “Of course I love you silly” He said. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked with a pout. He smiled. “What? Of course I would still love you” He laughed. “I’d keep you in my pocket :)” He add as he tickled you. “What if I would fall out of your pocket and you’d step on me and I just die?” You asked while laughing. “Y/n no-” 

Lee Minho: “No” He immediately said. “WHY NOT” You asked him with a pouty face. “Worms disgust me” He said while giving you his dead look. “Minho :(((” You whined. “I’d feed you to my cats” Minho said while smiling slightly. “YOU WOULD NEVER” You yelled while playfully hitting him. “aH Y/N YoU BrOke My ARm” He said overdramatically. “And you broke my heart :(” You pouted. “Ah don't be so dramatic Y/n”  -”Says you” 

Seo Changbin: He wasn't sure if your question was serious or not. “If you where a.. A worm?” He asked with a confused look. You nod at him while waiting for his answer. “I guess?” He said. “Love me or don't love me Changbin, say yes or no :(” You said. “No” He said jokingly. “I’m gonna burn gyu” You said while walking up to his bedroom. “NO Y/N WAIT OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE YOU EVEN IF U WHERE A WORM, LEAVE GYU OUT OF THIS”

Hwang Hyunjin:  “Why a worm?” He asked with a quiet disgusted face. “Just answer the question :(” You said. “No you answer mine >:(” Hyunjin whined. “Hyunjin :((((” You whined back at him and pulling on his sleeve. “Fine fine” He sighed. “Well would you?” You asked. “yeh. But I would probably lose you, only to find out that kkami ate you ¯\_( ͡ᵔ ‿‿͡ᵔ )_/¯“ He told you while getting food out of the fridge. “Hyunjin I-’ 

Han Jisung: “Would YOU Love me if I was a worm?” He asked you back. “W-what?” You said while looking at him very confused. “Would you Y/n?” He asked. “Yeah? Of course I would. Would you?” He smiled. “Yes I would :D What If we both became worms? We’d be the cutest worm couple of our whole worm village (✿ ͡> ₃͡< )“

Lee Felix: “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked him randomly. He put his phone down and looked at you. “A worm?” He asked you. You nod excitedly. “Yes I would still love you” he said with a smile. “Really?” You asked. He nod. “I would even make you a small worm house and feed you some bugs :)” You had a moment of realization of what your boyfriend just had said. “ ͡⊙ ⍨͡⊙  ehm.. Never mind” 

Kim Seungmin: “I would feed you to birds” He said. You looked at him, not even shocked but still disappointed. “But its me :(” You pouted. “So?” He asked. “I’m your girlfriend” You said still with a pout on your lips. “So?” Seungmin asked again. “Would you really feed me to birds :(” You asked. He smiled. “No I would feed you to birds with love” He said while petting your head. “SO YOU WOULD STILL LOVE ME?” You asked him happily. “Yes. But I would feed you to birds with chopsticks bcs u nasty” He said. “With love?”  -”With love :)” 

Yang Jeongin: He smiled at your questions. ‘Why? Do you wanna be a worm?” He asked. “N-no? Just answer my question i.n :(” He laughed. “No. Because your not a worm and you’ll never be a worm” he said. You pouted. “You just ruined the whole thing :(” You pouted. “what was there to ruin? You asked I answered” he said proudly. You softly hit his chest. “Would you still love me if I was a worm Jeongin” You asked him again. “No :p” 

Haha another HC!!!

So, yes, I love SKZ. They are hilarious, lovable, adorable angels (or maybe demons, idk). Anyhoo… Stray Kids with Quirks. Because yes, yes, yes, and YOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Bang Chan: Half-Wolf. He has wolf ears and a tail, and can transform into full wolf when protective or angry.

Lee Know: Caterwaul. He can speak in the Cat Language™️, and understand cats perfectly.

Changbin: Muscle: He can build up muscle 2-3x faster than the average person.

Hyunjin: Starstrike. He has the ability to mesmerize anyone with a single glance, but this only works on three people at a time.

Han: Squirrel. He can do pretty much anything a squirrel can. He’s fast, has good balance, has LOTS of energy, and is adorable.

Felix: Sunshine. He can make rays of sunlight from his eyes, hands, and feet. Basically lasers. Also, his freckles glow in the dark.

Seungmin: Savagery. His sarcasm and snark are just outlets of this quirk. His fighting ability stems from his trash talk, so the better the quip, the more powerful the punch.

Jeongin: Maknae On Top. He’s kinda like Shinsou, but his mind control works better when he’s fighting low-intelligence thugs or 300+ IQ Final Bosses™️.

⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✦ CHANGBIN PURPLE MOODBOARD !!

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ— like or reblog if saved <33

Cleaning out my wardrobe, my mum decides to read all of the names off the back of my stray kids shirt 🤣

Operation Miroh

trigger warnings: none

written + edited by: 🥺

pairings: hwang hyunjin x oc

summary: A string of murders lead Detective Yang Nami down the winding streets of Seoul’s maze district, searching for the Vampire Slayer. But what happens when her digging leads her far closer to home than she could have ever thought? What happens when it’s someone she’s supposed to trust?

Prologue

There are lots of rules when it comes to vampires.

First, they must be invited into a house before they can enter. I'm not entirely sure why--they aren't usually portrayed as the most polite of people, not when they're plunging their fangs into your neck and sucking you dry. But it's a rule, and they have to abide by it.

Second, they must avoid certain things such as sunlight, garlic and anything remotely holy. Supposedly, it's because they're devil incarnates and anything too potent or bright or religious can harm them. I just think it's because they have weird allergies. Kind of like how I'm allergic to oranges, which is really inconvenient because they look like they taste good. It sucks.

Finally--not that it's the last rule, but it's the final most obvious one--they can only be killed by certain methods. Some of these include the use of silver, fire (they're insanely flammable), decapitation and a stake to the heart--the most famous and popularly used of them all.

All of this is purely hypothetical, of course. Just myths formulated by people with better things to do than tell stories of bloodsuckers and the threats they pose to us poor, helpless prey.

At least, that's what I thought.

I had read enough stories and watched enough movies to know the basic rules about vampires, but not enough to blindly believe my boss when he told me they're real.

"You're kidding, right?"

He's kidding. He has to be. Maybe he's crazy, or maybe this is a prank.

I searched Captain Park's face for signs of amusement or maybe some sort of twitch--a crack in his demeanor to tell me that he wasn't being serious. His face remained completely flat.

I glanced around the room for cameras, wondering if I was on some kind of prank show, or that one TV program What Would You Do?. It would have been a really shit prank, because I was definitely not buying it, but you never know. Maybe they'd run out of ideas. I might have been payed more for not falling for something so stupid.

The same security camera that had been in the office since I began working there blinked back at me, red light flashing. I'd seen security footage from it before--for a security camera at a literal police station, you'd think that it'd have better resolution. Apparently not.

Which meant it wasn't a prank show, at least not one that valued it's camera quality. Which meant my boss was crazy.

He stared at me silently, not bothering to answer my question. Yep, definitely crazy.

"I'm serious, Detective Yang." He did look serious. Since when did he start taking acting classes? I thought. I mean, I took drama for 3 years and even I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face after spilling that level of bullshit.

"So you're telling me," I said, picking at my finger nails, "That not only there's been a series of killings around this area, but that they're all down to Vampires."

"A Vampire. And yes, we don't know for sure, but that's what it looks like."

"And what evidence do you have that it's a-" I waved my hands around in the air, as if summoning some common sense for the man. "-An actual Vampire and not just, I don't know, a regular serial killer. Which would be so much easier to deal with."

He clasped his calloused hands together and leaned back in his chair. He had an air of distaste surrounding him as if I was the one who was speaking crazy, but maybe that was because he always looked like he'd just smelled something revolting. Wrinkled skin scrunched up unlike the smooth sheets of paper stacked on his desk; lips pursed as if he'd sucked on a lemon for four hours; small, black eyes squinted despite the large, square glasses balanced on his nose. He had a habit of looking down on people even though he was 5'6 at most. Most people would describe him as intimidating but, to be fair, most people hadn't been told by him that Vampires exist.

"I understand your disbelief." Yeah, no shit. "I, too, was skeptical at first. But the evidence I've been shown convinced me that this is no joke. I know you like to believe that we humans know everything about our world, but the truth is that we simply cannot. You're going to look into this case whether you believe it or not."

Fighting to ward off the compelling urge to sigh and tell him again how stupid this is, I nodded curtly. "So I just have to find this..." God, I can't believe this is actually happening. "...Vampire. And bring them in."

A failed attempt at a smile passed over his stern features. He must have thought he'd won. "Precisely. I'm glad you're picking up on this."

"Can I think about it over the weekend and get back to you?"

I definitely would not think about it and I definitely would get back to him--to tell him that I was absolutely not doing it.

But of course, the universe seemed to be against me all of a sudden. Or maybe it was just him. "No, you can not," he stated plainly. "I've given you this case and you must take it. It's that simple."

"But Sir, there are loads of other Detectives who can do this job. I'm sure there are more... believable cases you can give me," I argued, trying my hardest not to sound in control and totally not like I was pleading him.

He leaned forward and his chair whined under his weight. "You're right." Wait, really? "There are plenty of other Detectives who can do this job and do it far better than you can. However, I am asking you to do this, and like the fair and just man I am-" (I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at that one and, instead, just stared at the side of his desk). "-I will give you a choice: You do this case or you're out."

"Hold on," I began, gaze snapping up from the corner of his desk to those hard, black eyes, "I'm out as in... fired? For real?"

He nodded nonchalantly, not a word slipping past his thin lips. You have to be kidding me.

"That's ridiculous. This entire thing is ridiculous."

"I'm giving you a choice. Make it." He shrugged.

It wasn't really a choice, just the illusion of one. I'd worked under this man for two years by that point. He knew how much I loved that job and all that it meant to me. He knew how much I threw into it. He knew everything I'd given up to be there. And now I had to choose between discrediting my career with a Vampire hunt or losing it altogether. Options, options, options.

"You know what my answer is already."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. "I do." He reached for a pencil with a sharpened, pointy edge and twirled it around his fingers. "But I want to hear it from you."

God, I hate this man. Trying to hide my seething rage, I gritted my teeth and swallowed. "I'll take the case."

He barely reacted, just continued to play with the pencil. That doesn't mean I didn't notice the triumphant, cocky glint in his eye, though. "You are more like me than you think, Nami."

I looked at him curiously. That couldn't possibly be true. The only similarity that we shared is both working there, and we didn't even do the same job. So yeah, apart from the massive age gap, gender difference and literally everything else about us, we were totally the same.

"How so?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.

"We're both intelligent, dedicated, hard-working." And not the slightest bit modest, clearly. "And like me, you know your place in this world and you will stubbornly defend it." He dropped the pencil onto the desk and it landed with a muffled clatter, then rolled until it hit a framed photograph of him with who I could only assume were his wife and two children. It reminded me that there must have been some remnants of a kind, young man beneath his cold, commanding demeanor--in the worst way possible, though.

He reached over to pick up a file and flicked through it until he settled on a page. I watched as his eyes scanned the paper. Just as I thought he was about to provide me with some tangible evidence of the wild claims he'd made that meeting, he spoke; "You are dismissed."

I found myself glued to my seat, my limbs weighing me down like anchors. "That's it? Are you not giving me a file on this?"

He glanced up from what he was reading for a brief second before continuing. "I'll email the main pieces of evidence to you digitally. You will be given a file tomorrow morning, once all of the necessary data has been compiled."

I didn't reply. Was I supposed to leave just like that? This man had told me that he thought the serial killer rampaging our region was a Vampire and that he was willing to fire me if I didn't take the case, all in the span of 30 minutes. And I was supposed to just soak in all that information with barely an ounce of explanation or evidence? Apparently so.

Hesitantly, I stood from my chair. A searing pain shot through my back, reminding me that I'd been sitting in a wooden chair for the past half an hour.

Captain Park regarded me for a second as I crossed the room. Hand on the doorknob, I faltered, waiting for him to say something, and when he didn't, I left the room, shutting the door behind me as gently as possible--despite the desire to slam it in frustration.

It was almost dark by the time I got home. The cerulean blue sky was stained with bright white dots, and the streets were bathed in the orange, artificial glow of the streetlights. With flushed cheeks, a running nose and icy hands, I fumbled with my keys until my apartment door unlocked, making a mental note to take a scarf or gloves in to work the next day.

I had stayed later than usual that night, finishing off any write-ups and looking through evidence relevant to a few other cases. After the meeting, I hadn't seen the Captain around, but that was for the best. I might not have been able to control my instincts for much longer.

Warmth swept through my body as I stepped in to the living room. I discarded my satchel on the floor and shrugged off my coat, folding it over the back of the couch. It was unusually empty and unusually quiet. Just as I went to search the apartment, a voice sounded from behind me.

"You're home late."

I whirled around to see Soyeon, leaning against the threshold where the living room and kitchen met. Her blonde bob was pulled into a short ponytail, revealing her pointed chin and signature smirk.

"I texted you," I said.

She retrieved her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, the blue light illuminating her face. "Oh, you did. Sorry, I didn't see. My phone is being weird at the moment."

"You gonna get it fixed?"

"Eventually."

I rounded the couch and plopped onto it, the cushions sinking beneath my weight. "Where's Jeongin?"

"In bed," she answered, following suit, "I think he has a cold."

"You should have told me, I would've brought some soup."

She waved her phone in the air as a reminder. "Again, dodgy phone. And it's alright, I got some anyway."

"Stupid school kids," I grumbled. I sighed and sunk further into the couch. Soyeon glanced over at me, concern gracing her features. "Bad day?"

I chuckled humourlessly. "Weird day."

"Not allowed to talk about it?"

I faced her and nodded. She repeated the action without a word of protest. It was different at first; Soyeon was always so eager to be involved in every part of my life, and when I told her that I couldn't disclose information about the cases I was working on for legal reasons, she got upset. But after a while, she understood that it was out of my control.

Instead, she extended an arm out to me. I shuffled closer and pressed myself into her side, inhaling her familiar scent of acrylic paint and chai tea.

"You must be tired," she mumbled.

I hummed in response, unable to muster up the energy to force words out. Her head leaned on mine, the way it always used to, except this time was an act of friendship rather than romance.

With every passing moment, my body grew weaker and my eyelids heavier, and after a while, I was unable to resist the tempting call of sleep.

ice cream—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing

summary: maybe being helpful does have it's benefits.

thank you again to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this, you always come up with the best prompts!!

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you would regard yourself as the helpful type, always willing to aid others who are in need. even if that means leaving the comfort of your bed late at night to buy ice cream for your sister.

what your helpfulness does not extend to, however, is willingly giving said ice cream (the last one in the store) to a stranger.

a handsome stranger, perhaps, but thats besides the point.

he smiles sheepishly. "uh, hi."

"hi," you deadpan, refusing to pull your hand away from the tub, despite how cold your fingers feel. already.

"nice pajamas."

you glance down at the clothes you picked out at random - cookie monster pajama pants and a bright orange hoodie. admittedly not the best combination but, hey, you're at the store, not a fashion show.

"thanks. give me the ice cream."

"sorry, but i have 7 hungry men at home and i lost a bet."

"i have a sick sister at home. she's... going to die."

he raises an eyebrow. "if you don't get her this ice cream?"

"yes." the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. the lie is incredibly obvious, but you still hope that he either falls for it or gives up. "it's her dying wish."

unfortunately, he is neither stupid nor cooperative. "strawberry ice cream. her dying wish... sure." his grip on the tub tightens, biceps flexing just slightly. you try not to focus on that detail. "look, i'm sorry about your sister, but there's another store, like, 10 minutes away."

you gesture to your body. "and you expect me to go out in the cold like this?"

"your fashion choice, dude, not mine."

groaning, you reluctantly pull your hand away. absolutely not because you're giving in, but because in such thin clothes, the cold of the freezer is harder to withstand.

"look, dude," you say mockingly, "can you just go to the other store instead? please just give me the ice cream, i'm sick of this."

seemingly considering your offer, he licks his lips and allows his hand to fall to his side. just as you think you've won, the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. "fine, i'll give you the icecream."

"oh, thank fu-"

he grabs your wrist as you reach back into the freezer, and you cut yourself off in shock. "on one condition."

"and that is...?"

the smirk remains, but his eyes fall to his feet. "if i give you this, will you let me buy you ice cream another day?"

your eyes widen. did he just... no. what the fuck?

cheeks burning, and the room feeling hotter than ever, you clear your throat. "are you... are you blackmailing me?"

"no!" he exclaims, releasing his grip on your wrist, which you had previously forgotten about. "i'm trying to hit on you."

"right now? like, when i'm standing in my pajamas and being stubborn about ice cream?"

he nods.

"that is an awful deal. for you."

he shrugs. "not if i get to take a cute stranger on a date."

"oh..." you consider your options. he may have been an inconvenience at first, but he is attractive, and it means double ice-cream for the price of one, so— "sure, i'll do it."

a blinding smile takes over his features. "i'm changbin."

"y/n."

"can i... can i have your number? you know, to contact you," changbin says.

"i thought you'd never ask."

you arrive home roughly 15 minutes later. when you hand your sister the ice cream and she doesn't even bother to thank you, you can't find it in yourself to care.

maybe being helpful does have its benefits. the benefits, in question, being ice cream. definitely not going on a date with a pretty boy, right?

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Hyunjin : hmmmmmm

Tomorrow by Together: Hmmmmmmm

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