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chansbabygirlsstuff · 1 month

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Hi (: can you please do a skz where the reader has the fear of being abandoned and they wake up in the morning seeing skz are not with them?

Hey love ofc!

Warning: Angst, Fluff,

mood: felt cute might delete later.

Song recommendation:leave me lonely by Ariana Grande

Leave me lonely

Hyung version

Bang Chan

You wake up stretching your arm to feel him close and hug him in the morning but you don't feel him there, your lonely bed just a ray of sunlight hitting the floor in front of your bed you sit up worrying about where he went, You cover your naked body with the sheets trying to look for an answer but no sign of him.

Did you do something wrong last night? did he not like it? Were you not pleasurable enough?

Your eyes started to get watery as small tears started to pour out your eyes as you cuddled yourself with your banket letting sobs out your mouth.

you remember your repeated story of your exes when they left just like that because they had enough of you by using you and leaving you lonely, you didn't expect that from Chan, you kept quiet to listen if maybe he was around the house, but you couldn't hear anything

You let your sobs louder than before feeling your heart breaking.

"Babygirl what happened? Chan opens the door rushes over to you and envelopes you in his arms "You were here?" you ask him in tears

"yes, baby what happened?" He asks worriedly "I thought you left me Chan" You sob harder and hug him back

"awww baby I will never leave you, I was just making us some breakfast, and yeah... it was supposed to be a surprise" but you kept crying "Shh, baby don't cry I got you" he smiled and kissed your forehead "I can't stop crying though" you said through sobs and the laughed "it's ok baby lets cuddle ok? your just sensitive form last night" he winks and lay's you down on top of him.

he caresses your head as you try to control your breathing, and you hear him making dirty jokes to try to make you stop crying but everything is better with a passionate kiss he gives you before you guys fall back asleep

Lee Know

Last night's argument led us to have angry sex, one of the best we ever had, but it didn't seem to get better after it though, ofc we had a cuddle session afterward but I think it's better to talk it out first

I turn around in my bed to face him but I'm met with an empty space, I immediately sit up and look around for him, I grab a shirt from his shirt from our closet and start looking for him in the bathroom, but he isn't there, I looked in the kitchen but it was empty, I started to get nervous as I don't see him

I don't want him to leave me just because of a fight, just because got insecure and jealous because he was talking with a college after work

I don't want to end like this my heart races as my eyes get teary

"Lee knows babe where are you" My voice sounded desperate as sobs start to leave me, I sat on the couch and hugged my knees trying to put pressure on my chest to not start a panic attack.

I cry hard enough that makes my chest hurt, feel disowned, and unloved making me rethink how should I acted yesterday, I shouldn't accused him of something that I misunderstood

"y/n?" I hear the front door open I turn around to look at him, I stand up and run to him, putting my arms around him

"what happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" he pulled away to check my body and see if I was ok, but since I didn't respond he hugged me a put a hand on my chest making me feel safe around him

"I thought you really left," I said trying to stop crying "no baby I'm sorry I did t mean what I said yesterday, I promise you I will never leave you ok?" he assures me, and hugs me again "I'm sorry as well"

I cried into his chest "Look don't cry I left to grab some breakfast for us" he kissed my head and led us to the table and started breakfast.

Chanbin

last night I was feeling really bad, and Chanbin cuddled me all night as I cried on his chest feeling bad about having a mental breakdown, On our 2nd anniversary he was there with me all the time, and until now

I just woke up and I wanted to have more time with him before he left to work, but can't see him anywhere, was I too annoying last night? did I cry too much that I bored him? Maybe he got mad and left for work without saying goodbye.

I curled in my bed putting my pillow on my face I started sobbing into it, why am I always so dramatic? why do I always need someone on my side? why can't I not bother anyone in every single thing I do?

"bunny what happened?" Chanbin says getting out of the bathroom, messy hair and still in his pj's he rubs his eyes getting into bed and hugging my figure, still curled up on the sheets

"I'm sorry for always crying, I thought I annoyed you and you left," I said cleaning my tears "Oh bunny don't cry, you never annoy me because you're my bunny," he said the last part in Aeygo making me laugh, "and of course, I will never leave you alone after a conversation like yesterday, I know you need me to know as ever and I'm here for you"

you nodded and kissed him and he kissed you back "Why weren't you here?" you asked rubbing your eyes "Well I was taking a shit so..." he says and we both laugh as we cuddle up against each other and put on the TV admiring each others presence

Hyunjin

Hyunjin has been busy he has been more at work, finishing his artwork for his presentation next month I know it takes its time but I need him now more than ever I need him to be with me to hold me and love me, so my Idea of last night was to get him all up on me and

it did work

I wake up in the morning but I hear the shower on he is getting ready to leave for work, Why can't he stay with me? he always leaves early 7 am and gets back at midnight, so we don't have time together, feeling tired I sit up and look for my clothes, but get too dizzy and sit back down, I try once more and grab my clothes, get dressed in my comfortable pj's I sit on the edge of the bed looking at out bathroom door waiting for him to get out.

He gets out only with some joggers on, drying his hair and looking for his shirt "I'm going to be back late again, so don't wait for me" he says looking another way as he is getting dressed "You leaving me alone again?" he nods looking at you with empathy " Sorry work has been very busy" he continues to dress himself "can't we be together for some time?" you ask "we had our time last night baby" he turns his head to the side and looks back at the mirror "yeah but I need you more than anything right now" "I know me too but life is tough sometimes" he kisses my forehead before putting his shoes on " Hyunjin wait... really I need you by my side... I don't want to be alone right now" your tears fall down your cheeks as you look at him

"Don't cry y/n I will be back don't worry" he kisses you and opens the door

"Hyunjin I'm pregnant," you say fast, and his tracks stop

"What?" he looks back shocked waiting for this to be your joke of the week

"I'm 2 months in already and I just didn't know when to tell you because you were always busy" You cry even harder, scared of his reaction "Oh my go- why didn't you tell me sooner, baby I should've taken better care of you" He comes back and hugs you tight

"it's ok don't worry, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, baby" he sits back down on the bed and lays you down on his chest while you cry " I'm going to be here with you all the time, he kisses you and cuddles next to you, forgetting about work and about stress now he can only think about his baby mama and his baby right now.

hey loves I hope you enjoy plz support this page and make sure to like it

Plz feel free to leave requests in my page and the tag list is open

Love you

#bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #skz angst #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #lee minho #minho #lee know #chanbin #chanbig

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tosomeonessomeone · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

STRAYKIDS

Bang Chan

Intertwined. soaked. your smile.

Lee Know

Let me teach you. Unbound. f*cking mine.

Chanbin

sunshine.

Hyunjin

Ocean.

Han

a heart laid bare.

Felix

Echoes of you.

Seungmin

friends.

I.N

young love.

OT8

Entwined.

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istan13idiots · 5 months

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Safe Behind Bars - SKZ 3racha Prison AU

I have started writing again!

To anyone who's interested, first few chapters of my 3racha Prison AU are out!

Safe Behind Bars

Relationships: 3racha, Binsung, Chanbin, Chansung

Tags: Prison AU, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

by Bincal

At the age of 8, in a musky hospital room with yellowing walls, Jisung heard a message that became the turning point for every decision he makes in the future. He listens, while the pulse of the bony hand gripped in his grasp grows slighter by the second, as a croaky voice desperately utters four words, unknowingly marking their last.

"Don't just survive. Live."

At the age of 20, he agonises. His body hurts everywhere, his temple, from the pressure of the cold metal barrel of a Glock 19 handgun; his arms, pulled to an unnatural angle behind his back; his skull, at the reverberating sound of sirens ringing; his eyes, red-blue lights searing through his eyelids even though he's screwed them shut. It hits him that, while he never forgot the words that were so pivotal to him, he may have lost their meaning somewhere along the way.

#skz #stray kids #ao3 #3racha #fanfiction #changbin #han jisung #bang chan #prison au #chanbin #binsung #chansung #angst #hurt/comfort #skz au

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atinystaywerewolf-writing · 1 year

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Kindergarten Teacher Chan!Kindergarten teacher Felix! Other members are kids along with the reader.

Pairings: None

@hugs4chan

Warnings: fluff! A dash on angst. Hurt/comfort blood. (Maya fell and got hurt)

"Channie!" Chanbin's small form shouts running over to his teacher who is named Chan. Chan looks over at Chanbin and leans down but stops when Chanbin shouts "Maya fell off the swing!"

Chan panics as he runs over to the swings and gets down his knees when he sees Maya tearing, her knees all cut up and bleeding.

"Channie, it hurts." Maya whimpers softly, her hands going onto his when gently touches her knees and he speaks softly "It's okay, we'll fix you up okay?"

Maya nods as she cries softly. Chan gently picks her up and rushes to the bathroom and to sink and starts cleaning her wounds on her knees making whimper softly "it hurts."

Chan kisses her forehead gently and he whispers "I'm sorry sweetie, the pain might linger for a while." Chan gently cleans the wound on her knee causing her to whimper, after the wound looked cleaned he grabs a bandaid and covers her wound gently.

His blonde hair falling forward causing Maya to giggle and reach for his curly locks she touches his hair, Chan laughs softly before picking her up and carries her back outside and says softly "you can either stay by me or you can go back and play which one will choose?"

Maya hugs Chan's head gently and she whispers "Can I stay by you?" Chan nods as he gently puts her down only for her to cling to his leg causing him to look down at her and she asks softly "Channie, can I stay beside you forever?"

Chan's heart melts at her question and he knees down in front of her and he whispers softly "We'll sweetie you can stay by my side for this year but next year you won't be with me." Maya tears up and looks down before asking softly "why not?" Chan's heart breaks at her question and he answers "It's the way the school works sweetie." Chan gently rubs Maya's back gently and he whispers softly "It's okay, Maya."

Maya starts to cry causing the near by teacher to walk over and ask Chan "what going on?" Chan thought this was perfect because Felix is the teacher for next year and he says softly to Maya "Maya, Sweetie this is Felix he'll be your teacher next year."

Maya looks up and looks at Felix who gives her a soft smile and he sits on his knees before speaking deeply "Hello Maya."

Maya whimpers and hides into Chan's chest who looks over at Felix and explains "she says she wants to be with me forever and I'm explaining that she can stay with me this year but next year she can't and she's awfully upset by it."

Felix lets out an Ah sound before speaking softly "Maya, sweetie, you know that even if you get me next year you're more than welcome to hang out with Channie at lunch time and playground time ." Maya sniffles and rubs her eyes as Chan holds her close and she looks at Felix "Really?" She asks softly.

Felix nods and he whispers leaning in as if to tell a secret "Yes, Channie is my best friend too."

Maya gaps softly and looks at Chan and asks softly "Is this true?" Chan chuckles and he nods "It is." Maya squeals happily before kissing Chan's nose and says "Yay!"

Chan looks over at Felix and mouths to him 'thank you' Felix smiles and nods gently at him and watches as Maya snuggles into Chan's chest and he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of it before sending to Chan's email and his own to print off later to hang in the school and make sure to note to let the parents know that Maya is deeply connected to Chan.

Maya pulls away when Seungmin bounces over and hugs Maya gently before whining "Channie, why are you hogging Maya? I want her to play with me and Minho."

Maya whines softly at she pouts at Seungmin and says "But I want to stay with Channie." Seungmin whines and grabs Maya's hand and tries to pull her away from Chan but stops when she starts crying. Chan steps in and pulls Seungmin's hand off of her and he whispers softly "Seungmin, sweetie. It's not okay to pull anyone like that. I'm sure she'll play with you tomorrow but Maya doesn't feel like playing now."

Seungmin nods before looking at Maya and he whispers "I'm sorry." Maya sniffles as she grips Channie's shirt and whispers "I forgive you."

Seungmin smiles before bouncing away over to Minho and Chanbin.

Chan picks up Maya gently and asks her softly "Let's go and check on the others yeah?" Maya nods and hugs Channie's head causing him to laugh.

Felix watches the two of them check on the rest of the kids, and smiles when he sees Maya put her head against Chan's.

#stray kids oneshot #bang chan skz #bang chan oneshot #bang chan #stray kids bang chan #stray kids #bang chan angst #bang chan fluff #felix lee #minho skz #seungmin skz #chanbin skz

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valreadsfics · 2 years

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sun & moon - plutou jisung / minho, jisung / felix, bang chan / changbin

everytime jisung starts to feel human again, everything he loves is ripped away from him. or the one about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let them breathe. maybe being the physical incarnation of the sun isn't all it's cracked up to be.

#;;val.note #;;nonidol #;;members #;;soulmates #;;angst #;;fantasy #;;outside #;;minsung #;;jilix #;;chanbin #;;vals.recs #;;alex

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yournameloveskpop · 2 months

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stray kids 9th member reader where she is a secret stripper? She goes to her job which the boys don’t know about (she is never available on tuesday’s as that’s when she works) and the boys decide to go to the club that she works at unbeknown that she works there. They sit down and after an hour one of the boys notices someone who looks like you from behind. They end up finding out.. (it could lead into a smut plot or it could go into angst where the boys argue with you as they’re worried about your safety)

Stripper

Paring: stray kids x Reader

Warning: stripper reader, 9th member reader, angst.

Word count: 1805

The buzz of the city night wrapped around the Stray Kids members as they ventured into a club, seeking a break from their rigorous schedules. Unknown to them, they were about to stumble upon Y/N's deepest secret.

As they settled into their seats, the room vibrated with anticipation, music pulsating through the air.

"Hey, why don't we make Tuesdays our regular night out? Y/N's always busy anyway," suggested Jeongin, unknowingly inching closer to the truth behind Y/N's absences.

"That's a good idea, but have we ever figured out what she does on Tuesdays?" Felix pondered aloud, scanning the crowd.

Before anyone could answer, the stage lit up, drawing their attention to the performer about to take the stage. It was then Chanbin nudged Felix, his eyes wide. "Doesn't she look a lot like Y/N from the back?"

"No way," Felix scoffed, but as the performer turned and began her routine, his skepticism faded, replaced by disbelief. "Guys, that's Y/N!"

The others followed his gaze, squinting through the dim light, until she turned, launching into her performance with a confidence that left them in a mixture of shock, awe, and confusion.

The table erupted into chaos. Jeongin’s eyes went wide, a hand flying to his nose as it began to bleed, the result of his overactive imagination sparked by the sight before him.

“I—I can’t believe it’s her,” he stammered, scrambling for tissues.

Next to him, BangChan shifted uncomfortably, the images in his mind a stark contrast to the innocent camaraderie they shared. "This changes everything," he muttered, a mix of concern and discomfort in his voice.

Chanbin, caught off guard, choked on his drink, the liquid spilling messily down his chin as he coughed violently, "I can't believe Y/N is a stripper!"

As the performance unfolded, Felix couldn't help but be impressed. "She's amazing out there," he whispered, not taking his eyes off Y/N.

Seungmin, beside him, alternated between watching and covering his eyes. "I knew she was talented, but this is a whole new level," he admitted, his voice a mix of admiration and shock.

Halfway through, Y/N's gaze found theirs. The recognition was instant, and a wave of panic swept over her. Despite this, she didn't falter, continuing her performance with even more intensity.

Making a bold decision, she approached their table, locking eyes with Felix. "Enjoying the show?" she asked, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her nerves.

Felix, his heart racing, managed a grin. "You're amazing, Y/N. We had no idea."

Y/N smirked, then turned her attention to Jeongin, giving him a playful, yet provocative lap dance. "How about you, Jeongin? Surprised?"

Jeongin, barely able to speak as his nosebleed worsened, nodded. She whispered something in his ear, sending shivers down his spine, her smirk widening at his flustered reaction. With a final, daring move, she left a piece of her clothing on his lap, a silent token of the night’s unforgettable events, before sauntering back to the stage, leaving Jeongin dumbfounded, eyes glued to the fabric that held her scent.

As the performance concluded, the boys were left in a whirlwind of emotions. BangChan and Minho’s discomfort grew, their protective instincts clashing with the stark reality of Y/N’s other life. Their gazes darkened, not with judgment, but with concern, a silent pledge to confront the complexities of their relationship with Y/N, respecting her choices but fearing for the implications.

The silence that enveloped the Stray Kids members as they left the club was heavy, each step echoing their tumultuous thoughts. The revelation of Y/N's secret life as a stripper had blindsided them, sparking a storm of emotions that ranged from shock to concern, especially within BangChan and Minho, who felt a protective duty towards her.

It wasn't until they were back in the sanctuary of their shared living space that the tension finally broke. The living room became a battleground for the conflict that had been brewing since their discovery.

BangChan was the first to break the silence, his voice a mix of anger and worry. "Y/N, how could you keep this from us? Do you have any idea how dangerous that could be?"

Y/N, still donned in her coat, masking the remnants of her other life, stood defiantly, a stark contrast to the concerned faces around her. "I didn't think I had to report everything to you guys. It's my life, my choice."

Minho stepped forward, his usually calm demeanor now replaced with visible frustration. "It's not about controlling you, Y/N. It's about your safety. That environment... it's not safe for anyone, let alone a public figure like you."

The room erupted into a cacophony of voices as each member tried to weigh in, their bond straining under the pressure of the argument. Jeongin, Felix, and Seungmin, though shocked, tried to mediate, offering soothing words amidst the turmoil.

"I understand wanting to express yourself, but there are other ways, Y/N," Felix tried to reason, his words getting lost in the escalating argument.

Y/N, her frustration growing, shot back, "You think I don't know that? You think I chose this because it was fun? It started way before Stray Kids, before I had any of you!"

The admission stunned the room into silence, the weight of her words hanging heavy. They had all shared their past struggles, but Y/N had always been more reserved, her past a closed book that she seldom opened.

BangChan, his anger subsiding into concern, softened his tone. "Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you."

"It's not about needing help. It was my battle, and I was dealing with it my way. I didn't want you all to see me any differently," Y/N confessed, her voice breaking with emotion.

Minho, struggling to reconcile his protective instincts with his respect for Y/N's autonomy, found his voice. "Seeing you differently? Y/N, you're our family. But knowing you're in a place like that, every week, risking your safety... How do you think that makes us feel?"

The conversation spiraled into an emotional exchange, with Y/N defending her independence and the members, especially BangChan and Minho, voicing their fears for her well-being. The argument reached its peak when BangChan, unable to contain his worry, exclaimed, "What if something happened to you? What then? We couldn't live with ourselves knowing we could have done something to prevent it."

Y/N, tears brimming in her eyes, countered, "I'm not a child, Chan. I made my choices, and I stood by them. I don't need saving, especially not from myself."

The room fell silent, the air thick with unsaid words and unresolved tension. It was Jisung who eventually spoke, his voice a whisper compared to the earlier clamor. "We're scared for you, Y/N. Not because we don't trust you, but because we can't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

Hyunjin nodded, adding, "We don't want to control your life, Y/N. We just want you in it, safe and sound. That's all any of us want."

The earnest expressions on their faces, the genuine concern in their eyes, broke down the last of Y/N's defenses. She realized then that her secret had not only put her at risk but had also burdened the ones she cared about most with worry and fear.

"I... I didn't realize how much this would hurt you all. I was so caught up in my own world, my own reasons, that I didn't see the bigger picture," Y/N admitted, her voice soft, laden with remorse.

BangChan stepped forward, the leader in him taking over, his previous anger now replaced with understanding. "We all have our pasts, our demons. But we face them together, as a team, as a family. Let us help you, Y/N, not because you're weak, but because we're stronger together."

Minho, still visibly shaken but reaching a point of understanding, added, "We don't have to like every choice you make, Y/N, but we do have to respect them. Just promise us you'll think of your safety, and ours, in whatever you do."

Y/N stood there, a mixture of remorse and relief washing over her as the group's warmth enveloped her. BangChan, sensing her vulnerability, closed the gap between them with a few steps, his arms opening in a silent offer of comfort. As he wrapped her in a tight embrace, her defenses finally crumbled, and she began to sob onto his shoulder, her tears a testament to the emotional turmoil she'd been holding back.

"It's okay, Y/N. You're not alone in this," BangChan whispered softly, his words barely audible over the sound of her cries.

One by one, the other members observed the unfolding scene, their faces reflecting a range of emotions from concern to empathy. They moved forward, hesitantly at first, then with more certainty, adding their own arms to the embrace. The living room was soon filled with the sight of a single, united group hug, a silent vow to protect and support Y/N through her struggles.

"Hey, we've got you," Felix murmured, his voice muffled as he too joined the hug, patting Y/N's back reassuringly.

Jeongin, despite his earlier discomfort, stepped in closer, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a more somber one. "No one's facing anything alone. Not on our watch," he added, a firmness to his words that belied his youthful appearance.

As the embrace tightened, Minho finally spoke, his voice laced with emotion. "Just promise us, Y/N. Promise us you'll consider your safety—and ours—in whatever you do. That's all we ask."

The warmth and unconditional support from the group slowly seeped into Y/N, her sobs gradually subsiding as the reality of their bond, stronger than ever, began to sink in. She nodded against BangChan's shoulder, her voice still shaky but filled with newfound determination.

"I promise. And...I'm sorry for not realizing sooner how much this would affect all of you. I was so wrapped up in...in my own world," she managed to say, pulling back slightly to look at each of them. "I guess I forgot that I have a whole family right here. One that cares so much."

BangChan, releasing her from the hug but still holding her shoulders, gave her a gentle, affirming smile. "It's okay, Y/N. We all make mistakes, get lost sometimes. What matters is that we find our way back—together."

The room, once heavy with tension and unspoken fears, now radiated a sense of unity and resolve. As they stepped back from the hug, the atmosphere was no longer one of conflict but of collective strength, a shared commitment to face whatever the future held, together.

#stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #stray kids #skz #skz 9th member #stray kids 9th member #stray kids x female reader #skz x female reader #skz x y/n #skz x you #skz x 9th member #skz x reader

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skzpixiekaifei · 3 months

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Library of dreams, warm and loving masterlist

pairing: Changbin x Original female character genre: Nonidol! au pov: 3rd person summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses that hated her.

Taglist Status: Open! (46 spots available left) Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969, @spiceyhamcat, @jutdwaekkigym

Story warnings:

Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a child (ages 2-7 through the story). Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Chapter 1 - themes of imposter syndrome. Kai has a bad relationship with her parents. Han being a douchebag. --- Chapter 2 - a wee bit of violence --- Chapter 3 - Time skip, Angst towards the end, suggestive teasing(in like, one line), Kai getting hurt(Signs of a concussion), Changbin being slightly violent(he pushes Kai away from him), graphic depictions of traumatic scarring, self image issues(Changbin), a bit of fear of abandonment/fear of being replaced(Changbin again. Man's going through it) --- Chapter 4 - Concussion symptoms(No treatment), Alcohol, Drunk Han and Felix, Changbin not knowing how to be a big boy and handle his emotions, emotionally constipated Changbin --- Chapter 5 - Fleeting mentions of Night Terrors, Blood, Graphic depictions of bodily harm and death, How Chanbin lost his leg, Both Kai and Changbin being emotionally immature, both Kai and Changbin need to touch grass, one suggestive scene(Kai is naked, Changbin needs to stop being curious), angsty

Chapter 6 - Physical violence, Sexual harassment, men are gross, depictions of alcohol, threats, parental issues, Kai degrading the boys consensually, use of the word "whore" as a love language Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

more incoming...

Extra: Memes⋆Playlist

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blueberrykenn · 5 months

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Kennie's Top 10 Yearly Fic Recommendations

Okay so this is the 2nd year of me doing this (but this year I wont delete) butttt I show my top 10 fic and authors for each member/group( some members of bts repeat due to the amount of poly fics I read and its what I mainly read) (A handful of these have smut so heres your warning)

(I would also love to be your guys friends as every single one of you seems absolutely amazing)

LETS GET STARTED

10. @guqwrvte Make it Three (Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung)

Oh where do I start with this fic I found it in the spring looking for a Soulmate fic and oh boy I was in for a ride THREE SOULMATES?! ummm YES and the arcade chapter was ABSOULELY AMAZING! I hope you're doing well Author!! as this fic hasn't been updated in a while

9. @yonkimint Without You (Yoongi with a side of Hoseok or "Jay")

OHHHH BOY When I wanted a love triangle I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED I found this fic in April looking for angst and ANGST I GOT without spoiling it its a Pregnancy/ Single Mom AU and one of the best ones Ive read in a longgggg time

8. @guksthighs Bloom (Yoongi)

OH BOY This is a recent one actually. This one shot was made SIX YEARS AGO?! OMG Hanahaki AUs are one of my favorites angst type of fics so when I read this I literally sobbed like a baby I cant say much else without spoiling it

7. @kimnjss cyberslut (Yoongi), less of you/VINTAGE (Jimin), Strawberry Kisses(Jungkook)

MISS HAS ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVES SINCE 2019 like when I first read beside you YESS I reread Cyberslut and HAD to include it but reading less of you in June as I was dealing with my own breakup it was a tear jerker towards the end of less of you, for me I wont spoil it but there a plot twist that I was not expecting towards the end of the sequel, Vintage. BUT STRAWBERRY KISSES OH MY GAHD I read that on my way home in August even though its a SMUTTY I enjoyed it a lot and the FLUFF I think some people looked at me crazy when I took the bus home that day

6. @skazoo if you tell me about yourself( Stray Kids' Felix)

Okay here me out! Demon Slayer. Its one of my favorite manga and anime series and with CHANBIN as a hashira UMMM YES ynand chanbin are literally Genya and Sanemi if Genya was a girl and not YK (demon slayer spoiler!!) eating demons, but this 2 parter was ABSOULTELY AMAZING

5. @ugh-yoongi a word from our sponsors (Namjoon)

How do you get a idoit podcasters to not realize they have feelings but read smut YOU GET THESE TWO MFERS This one shot was sooooooo good!! like I read a lot of smut but this? TOP TEIR OF ONESHOTS OF 2023

4. @sopebubbles Bulletproof Heart (2Seok)

THIS ROLLERCOASTER If I had to describe my childhood in fanfictions this one would be one (check #1 for the other) I wont say why because spoilers but this angst was OMG THE YOONGI HATE WAS UNREAL NOT MY YOONGLES but I loved it soooooooo much

3.@jihoonotes Yearning(SVT's Woozi)

Lee Jihoon is literally my ult bias. Do I need to say more? ITS WORTH THE READ

2. @solemnreads Way Back Home(Jungkook)

THIS FIC HAD ME FUCKING EVERYWHERE with the twins to CEO Kook THE JEALOUSLY I LOVE IT by far the best exes to lovers fic I read this year

before I tell yall #1 I wanna give an honorable mention to @purpleyoonn they would be on the main list if I was done reading you complete us BUTTTT RED STRING is amazing even though there only 2 parts so far

Okay Okay this should be expected if you been here for a bit

1.@theharrowing Literally anything they write but mainly Rose Tinted Obsessions and Collateral

Boy Blue and Collateral Taehyungs literally Remained me of In between Taehyung so much that I got inspired to write in between again everything I read from them is Absolutely Amazing, Top Tier just Yes DARK FICS are literally my go to so reading them had me sooooo happy and wanting more

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where you say some things you don't mean. And some things you do.

Or the twelfth installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!pack, Skz!abo, omegaverse, poly!skz, skz x you, skz x reader, pack!prequel, SKZ!pack prequel, prequel series, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, han jisung, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz angst, skz fluff

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Title: You Win Some, You Lose Some

“So, I hear (Y/N)’s not talking to you.” Yeosang slides into the seat beside you at the library table, a semi-amused look on his face as he glances across from where you sit to Chanbin on the opposite side.

“I’m not.” You answer immediately, voice sharp, without looking up, scribbling a little more furiously as you write down your notes.

You bite back the urge to snap at Changbin, ask him why the hell he’s here anyway-at a biology study group of all places-but you already know the answer, because Seungmin is here, so of course he’s here.

The notion triggers something bitter and hot to begin bubbling in the pit of your stomach, which is stupid.

You like Seungmin. You like Changbin-might even love him actually-so why does seeing the two of them spend so much time together, joined at the hip, make you want to simultaneously gouge your eyeballs out from irritation and sob forlornly in the shower all at once?

“She’s just mad because I tried to set her up with my friend in the production department. She’ll get over it.” Changbin offers casually, as if you’re being ridiculous and you’ll realize it soon enough.

You bite down so hard on your tongue that you taste copper.

Yeosang glances sidelong at you nervously, and you try your best to force your suddenly sour scent to even out.

“I’m mad because you’re a terrible person and an even more terrible boyfriend.” You quip back quietly, your voice wavering with barely controlled anger, but you don’t look at him still, gaze laser focused on the page of notes before you, even though the words aren’t even computing in your mind anymore.

“God, I said I was sorry, okay?” Changbin exclaims, and you see him throw his hands up from the corner of your eye, clearly exasperated. It just makes you angrier. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), is that what you want to hear? For the fifth time?”

Seungmin is silently watching you now from across the table, you can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t look up, not now, not when your eyes are starting to water and your lip is starting to tremble.

You won’t give Changbin that satisfaction.

“No.” You manage to get out, and this time, you raise your gaze to look at him, and he holds it, your eyes flashing with barely concealed fury. You stare him down, and will the tears back from whence they came. “I want you to stop coming home from class smelling like him. I want your hoodies to smell like you again and not like some stupid rainstorm. I want to walk into your dorm and not be reminded every goddamn day of your stupid alpha friend who you so kindly offered me to-like meat on a platter, without even telling me, mind you-just so you could get your rocks off with Seungmin easier!”

Maybe that makes it all worse, that Changbin had wanted to distract Chan, distract him with you, so that he could spend more time with Seungmin, away from you without you.

You hadn’t meant to let it all out-not here, not in the library, not in front of everyone-but it was too late now, the air frosty, and so you hold Changbin beneath your gaze, never wavering, as everyone else stares between the two of you apprehensively, as if just waiting for one of you to leap across the table and strangle the other.

You might do it.

The tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and finally when the silence has dragged on for several moments more, Jisung shifts in his chair, smoothing his hands over his open book, and chuckles awkwardly.

“C’mon. It can’t be that bad, right? I mean-” He gestures to Changbin. “His smell is kinda overpowering, the smoke should overpower the rain or whatever in another day or two, and it’s not like you can constantly smell it-”

You whirl on him so fast that his words fall to a stop instantly, lips still slightly parted, eyes going wide.

“You wouldn’t understand.” You snarl out, and before you can stop yourself, “You’re just a beta.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, you regret them.

Everyone at the table has gone completely silent, utterly and impossibly still.

“(Y/N)-” Hyunjin gasps out in shock, his voice airy, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

“Fuck.” You say, Jisung still staring at you with impossibly wide eyes, as you trip over your words in an effort to get them out faster. “Jisung, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No.”

Your words die in your throat, as Jisung pushes back his chair and slams his textbook shut, no longer looking at you.

You can see the hurt and betrayal on his open features from across the table.

“You’ve made yourself loud and clear. I get it.”

“Jisung-” You stand up now too, reaching out a hand, but he doesn’t even look at you, the scent of clean laundry growing bitter in the air between the two of you as he shrugs his backpack on without even looking in your direction.

He ignores you completely-ignores your outstretched hand, the desperation in your voice, the wordless apology-and turns on his heel without another word, leaving the library.

“Fuck.” You repeat, harsher this time, frustrated with yourself, slumping back down into your chair, reaching up to shove a hand through your hair.

You glance around at the others at your table, silent, accusatory, and swallow hard.

“I really didn’t mean it like that.”

Hyunjin sighs, long and hard, and then carefully reaches out a hand, covering yours with his own as he gives you a sympathetic glance.

“We know. You were upset, and sometimes, when we’re upset, we say things we don’t mean in the moment.” He hesitates, mulling over his words. “But Jisungie looked pretty hurt by what you said-intentioned or not-so you should probably apologize sooner rather than later.”

You nod, biting your lip. “I know.”

Changbin lets out a long breath between his teeth, harsh and final, and you try to ignore the way his hand, suddenly on top of Seungmin’s, makes the bitter bile rise up again in the back of your throat.

You’ll deal with that later.

“Listen.” When the other alpha speaks, his voice is gruff, harsh, and his tone drags all the repressed tears back to the surface. “You can be as mad at me as you want-I get it-but don’t drag everyone else into it too.”

You suck in a shaky breath, and Hyunjin’s fingers curl around your own in a silent show of support.

You feel small, and weak, and utterly unsure of what to do next.

You stand, not looking at Changbin, keeping your head ducked, and shove your papers into your backpack, hoping no one has noticed the tears now dripping down your cheeks.

“I have to go find Jisung.”

*******

Minho throws open the door to Jisung’s apartment before you finish your first knock, and you can’t say you’re surprised.

Of course he’d already be here. Of course he’d look like he wants to throw you through a wall, murderous rage rolling off of him in waves.

It’s his mate.

And you deserve it. All of it.

You just catch a brief glimpse of Jisung-curled into a ball, eyes red, cheeks swollen-on the couch, before Minho is blocking your view, shouldering the door almost closed, his eyes flashing violently, dark and dangerous.

“What did you do?”

You’ve never heard Minho sound so scary before-voice eerily calm, quiet, level-and a shiver runs down your spine, the scent of amber, heightened and so spicy it makes your eyes water, clogging the air.

“I-” You start to say, and Minho looks like he wants to rip your throat out merely at the sound of your voice in the tense silence.

“After everything I told you. After everything he’s been through-” Minho takes a menacing step toward you, and you back up on reflex, your back hitting the wall on the opposite side of the hall.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You, of all people, I thought you’d get it. I thought you’d understand.” Minho rips into you without mercy, not even pausing for breath, still taking measured, threatening steps toward you, his eyes flashing with anger.

The burning, lingering amber filling your throat makes you want to cough.

“Everyone sang your praises, especially your little boyfriends, especially Jisung-” Minho’s eyes darken, and his lips pull back into a snarl, teeth flashing, sharp canines on display. “-oh, she’s so amazing, so inclusive, doesn’t even see subgender, would never take advantage, even though she’s an alpha-”

He’s never looked more wolf-like, more like a predator, than at this moment. And you’re frightened.

You hold up your hands, palms out, as if that will stop the angry, stalking wolf coming on his warpath right for you, and try again, even though it’s futile.

“Minho, I swear, I didn’t mean to-”

“I should’ve never trusted you with him.” Minho growls out, his words like hot, pointed daggers to your heart. “He’s fragile, and I knew a group of bumbling, idiotic assholes like the members of your pack-” He spits out the word, as if it’s bitter, disgusting, on his tongue. “-could never be counted on to protect him. Not from everyone else, and definitely not from themselves.”

Something angry and white hot stirs in the pit of your stomach at his words, and suddenly you’re straightening, meeting his gaze eye to eye, your own teeth bared.

“My pack had nothing to do with this. This is on me, and me alone and if you’d just let me apologize-”

Minho lunges toward you, snapping his teeth inches from your throat, and it takes everything inside of you not to flinch.

Your wolf growls-a low warning-and immediately focuses in on the other alpha, crouched and ready for a fight.

“Why would I let you apologize? Why would I ever let you see him ever again after what you did?”

“Because.” You reply simply, an eerie calm descending over you as you stare him down, teeth nearly at your throat. “Jisung cares about us. And you care about Jisung. And keeping him away from his pack-” Minho’s eyes darken dangerously at the word, but you continue on doggedly. “-is going to be worse for him than anything I might do or say in my apology.”

“You’re not our pack.” Minho seethes between clenched teeth, but he takes a step back, and his teeth are no longer grazing the skin of your throat.

You try not to let him hear your sigh of relief.

“Really?” You arch a brow, and you know you’re poking the bear at this point, but Minho’s words have caused a bitter taste in your mouth, and you’re tired, and you really just want to see Jisung. “Do you want me to break the news to Jisung then?”

Something dangerous flashes across Minho’s expression at your bold words, and you think he’s going to lunge across the distance between you again, and maybe this time actually crush your windpipe, but a voice from behind the two of you freezes you both in your tracks.

“Hyung. Don��t.”

Jisung is standing in the cracked doorway, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his dark, wide eyes flicking between you and Minho-back and forth and back again-his cheeks tearstained, skin swollen from crying.

You immediately feel your heart drop into your shoes.

“Jisung.” You say, stepping around Minho, who surprisingly, doesn’t make a move to stop you. “I am so sorry-”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, scuffing his toe along the jam of the door, fingers clenching the blanket tighter around his frame.

“Let me ask you something.”

Jisung’s firm tone has you trailing your words, staring at him in silent shock, as he finally raises his head and meets your gaze, lips trembling slightly, but expression strong.

You resist the urge to take another step toward him and pull him into your arms.

“Anything.”

“Did you mean it?”

“No, god, no.” You stumble over your own words in your haste to get them out, and Jisung finally drops his eyes from your own.

“Okay good.”

It doesn’t feel like forgiveness, but it has the finality of it, because Jisung’s shoulders relax slightly as the words leave his lips, and Minho’s gaze, while still boring holes into your back, feels a little less like a ten on the homicide scale and more like an eight point five.

“I really am sorry.” You manage to get out, and Jisung lifts his head to look at you once more, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips now, rounding out the fullness of his cheeks.

It’s not enough, but you’ll take it.

“I know. Thank you for apologizing. Sorry Changbin-hyung dragged you into his shit.” Jisung shoots a sharp glance over your shoulder to Minho now, his brow arching. “And sorry hyung almost ripped your throat out with his teeth. He’s just protective.”

Minho scoffs, the sound more like a low growl in the back of his throat, and you swallow nervously.

“It’s okay. I get it. I would do the same thing for you, Sungie.”

“I’m not apologizing.” Minho huffs out, crossing the hall to once more stand beside Jisung in the open doorway, his dark glare still on you, his hand coming down to rest protectively on the beta’s blanket clad shoulder.

“Nobody asked you to.” You quip back before you can stop yourself, earning yourself a deeper glower.

“Good.” Minho snaps in response, because let’s face it, neither of you are very good at apologies.

Jisung sighs and rolls his eyes, shoving Minho further into the apartment, breaking the tension of your current glaring contest.

“Put your hackles down, hyung. Everything’s fine. She apologized. We’re good.”

Minho chuffs another low growl of annoyance in the back of his throat and you roll your eyes in response.

Jisung sighs again, longer suffering this time, and looks sufficiently put out as he regards the two of you with something akin to blatant exasperation on his features.

“God. Alphas.”

******

“Why are you pouting?” Changbin’s exasperated tone can be heard over the sound of the door opening, then clicking shut once again, and your wolf perks its ears at the footfall of his steps coming toward the bed, muted by the thick, old, drab carpet that adorns every dorm.

You don’t raise your head, instead, burying your face deeper into the soft recesses of your pillow, only proving his point, even as you retort back, voice petulant and muffled, “I’m not pouting.”

Your bed dips beneath his weight, and you fight the urge to look up at him, the smell of smoke starting to creep into the edges of your nostrils now with his presence.

“Sure looks like it.”

You scoff, and resist the impulse to shove him off the narrow twin bed.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You know he’s taunting you on purpose, goading you to get you to respond, but you’re nothing if not weak, because even though you’re aware of what he’s doing, you rise to the bait anyway, turning your head slightly to glare at him from the confines of your pillow, glowering up at him through the mess of your hair.

“Get out of my room.”

“No.” Changbin replies simply, folding his arms over his chest as he holds your gaze-steady, unbothered. “Not until we talk this out like adults.”

You groan and bury your face back into the safety of the pillow once more.

“God, I really hate how mature Seungmin’s made you.”

You hear him huff a humorless laugh, and then he tugs at the pillow, trying to pull it from your grasp, but you resist.

He sighs.

“C’mon, (Y/N). Look at me.”

“No.” You shake your head, because staring into the dark, warm comfort of the pillow is far better than having to face your boyfriend, and the serious talk that lies ahead.

“Seriously?” You can hear Changbin rolling his eyes now, and his voice takes on a hint of annoyance. “Is this about Sungie?”

“No.” You repeat again stubbornly. “I apologized. We’re good.” A beat of silence, and then you mutter out, “Minho still wants to kill me, I’m like ninety nine percent sure, but I’ll win him over eventually with a few well placed americanos.”

“So it’s still about Chan then.”

“Oh my god.” You blurt out, irritated now, as you flop over on your back to face him, and he looks caught off guard by the sudden movement, by the annoyed scowl on your face. “You’re so stupid sometimes it’s obnoxious!”

His jaw drops, and something akin to flustered annoyance colors his features at your blunt words.

“Okay, rude, now wait just a minute-”

“No!” You sit up, pointing sternly at him, the tip of your finger brushing his breastbone, your gaze fierce. “Listen, you idiot, this isn’t about Chan, or Christopher, or whatever his stupid producer name is, okay? It’s. Never. Been. About. Him.”

“CB97.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath sullenly, but you bulldoze right over him.

“It’s not about him.” You repeat heatedly, eyes flashing, and Changbin swallows-Adam's apple bobbing-as the air grows chilly, harsh, with the scent of crisp frost.

“It’s not.” You insist once more, and your voice drops, somewhere softer, somewhere more hurt rather than angry. “It’s about the fact that you used me as a distraction, so you that could spend time with Seungmin-away from me.”

Understanding dawns in the dark caramel of Changbin’s eyes now, and his expression grows serious.

“I-” He seems to consider his words beneath the weight of your stare, and he swallows again, looking apologetic now. “-didn’t consider that you’d take it that way. That wasn’t ever my intention.”

“I know.” You sigh, feeling the anger bleed away now, the tiredness set in. “But it hurt regardless.”

“I’m sorry.” Changbin offers flatly, his expression grim, lips pulled into a thin line, and you offer him your hand, palm up, a sort of silent peace offering.

He takes it, lacing his fingers in your own.

“I know.” You repeat again, just for good measure, and give him the hint of a smile. “Sorry for calling you stupid.”

Changbin’s mouth twists into the start of a humorless smirk, and he lets out a self-deprecating sort of chuckle.

“No. You were right. I deserved that.”

He sighs and squeezes your fingers.

“Sorry for trying to set you up with Chan-hyung.” Changbin huffs another little laugh at himself, and rolls his eyes. “If we’re being honest, I just think he’s a really cool, nice guy, and I honestly thought the two of you would get along. That’s all.”

You smirk knowingly. “Seo Changbin. Do you have a crush on him?”

Changbin goes bright red and stutters over his next words.

“What? No! That’s stupid-”

“Okay okay.” You laugh and decide he’s had enough mercilessly teasing to make up for his mistake. “Just wondering.” You arch a brow and decide one more low shot won’t kill him. “He is pretty hot. But CB97? Really?”

Changbin sulks. “It’s a cool name.”

You consider him for a moment, and something creeps to the front of your mind.

“Wait. Wait.”

Changbin suddenly looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

A wicked grin spreads across your lips as you regard him, fidgeting nervously beneath your suddenly smug gaze.

“Do you have a producer name?”

Changbin mutters something under his breath, and you lean toward him, into his space, eyes pinning him down.

“What was that, baby boy? I didn’t quite hear you.” The tips of his ears are so red now that they look like they would glow in the dark.

“SpearB.”

“Oh my god.”

Changbin glances at you, brow furrowed into a glare, and you reach out to tap beneath his chin with your finger, grinning now.

“That’s so cute! You and your buddies in the music department have nicknames for each other?”

You’re cackling now, and Changbin snaps at your finger with his teeth, sharp canines flashing, as you narrowly dodge the annoyed attack.

“God, that’s so adorably gay!”

“They’re the pen names we use on our tracks! It’s a requirement if you want to be taken seriously by recording studios, every great music producer and composer has one!”

“Sure. Okay. Whatever you say, SpearB.”

“I take back my apology.” “Nuh uh. No take backs. Now. Or ever.”

Changbin groans and falls back onto your bed, all flushed skin and exasperated annoyance, and you flop down on top of him with a shit eating grin, poking at his red cheeks with persistent fingers.

“I’m seriously gonna let Minho kill you. I’ll just watch as he chops your body into tiny little pieces in his bathtub and flushes all the evidence down the dorm toilets. And then when the cops ask me if I know anything, I’ll deny everything.”

“Psh. You think Minho’s gonna dirty his hands like that? No way. He’s too much of a neat freak for something that messy. If anything, he’ll just pay someone to hit me with their car, and watch it all from a nice cozy corner of his favorite coffee shop, iced americano in hand.”

“Touche.” A brief moment of thoughtful silence, then, “God, he’s scary.”

You scoff.

“You’re telling me.” You pause, considering. “But on the same hand, for whatever reason, he’s somehow scary in a way that makes me instantly and immediately want to beg him to fuck me stupid, you know?”

“Completely understandable.”

You nod, and he offers you his hand, which you shake with an attitude of faux, serious agreement.

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

*******

“Thanks for meeting me here.”

Chan slides into the chair across the table from you, and you immediately bury your nose in your coffee as the smell of petrichor invades all your senses.

Damn him.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to come, but somehow, Changbin convinced me.”

He looks appropriately apologetic as he unwinds the scarf from around his neck and shrugs off his light jacket, and you almost feel a little bad for the cold tone of your voice, almost.

“Yeah, we kind of got off on the wrong foot, huh?” He rubs at the back of his neck in a sort of awkward gesture, and your gaze is unwittingly drawn to the forest green nail polish adorning his nails.

Damn him.

You huff out a sigh and motion to the half drunk coffee in front of you, then to the empty space before him.

“Do you want anything?”

“Ah.” Chan suddenly seems to remember that you’re sitting in a coffee shop, and he shakes his head with the start of a rueful smile. “I’m fine, thank you.”

You arch a brow and stare him down as you take another long sip of your own americano.

“What, don’t tell me you’re one of those fanatics who doesn’t believe in coffee or caffeine.”

Chan laughs, relaxing slightly now, and you bite back the hint of a smile that threatens to curve your own lips.

“Ah, no, that’s not it.”

There it is again, the slight drawl of self amusement in his tone, the rubbing of his palm across his neck, beneath the curtain of his curls, the flash of green on his fingers.

He shrugs, a casual gesture, and offers you a real smile now, dimples flashing.

“I don’t drink coffee. Nothing against it, I just don’t like it.”

Funny, I don’t like you, you think sourly, and have to repress the smug smile that threatens at the bitter, fleeting thought.

“Hmm.” You hum, somewhat patronizing, under your breath in response instead, taking another longer than necessary sip of your own coffee. “How original of you.”

Chan sighs now, placing his hands palm down on the table, long fingers splayed, and meets your gaze once more.

“Look. I get the feeling you don’t particularly like me. And I’m sorry if it was anything I did or said that caused that reaction. Consider this my official apology.”

His words, and the sincerity behind them, catch you off guard, and you stare at him for several long moments, until he’s shifting uncomfortably beneath your blank gaze, clearing his throat.

“Okay, so I’ll take that as a confirmation-” “Changbin.” You blurt abruptly, interrupting him, and he stares at you like you’ve grown a second head, confusion written clearly across his face now.

“Changbin-?” He repeats questioningly, as if not sure what you’re getting at.

“Oh. Sorry.” You can’t resist, your voice turning a little biting, as you air quote and say somewhat sarcastically, “‘SpearB’ is what you know him as, right?”

Chan looks caught off guard for the second time in as many minutes, but now there’s a slight flush dusting the tan skin of his cheeks.

“He told you about that?”

You ignore his question, forging forward once more, already on the attack.

“Changbin. SpearB. My shithead boyfriend. He goes by many names. But everyone can agree he’s an absolute dumbass. And I’m sorry he dragged you into all of this.”

It feels weird, apologizing to Chan, and by the shocked look of surprise on his face, he feels the same way.

You take another gulp from your coffee, and try not to meet the gaze of the alpha sitting across from you.

“Anyway-” You clear your throat, reaching for your backpack and lobbing your now empty coffee cup into the nearest trash can. “If that’s all, I need to get going-”

Chan stands up when you do, and it catches you off guard enough that you meet his stare head on without thinking.

The caramel flecks in the depths of his irises has you backpedaling immediately.

“He didn’t drag me into anything.”

You stare at him.

“What?”

Chan blushes, but goes on doggedly, holding your gaze.

“He talks about you all the time. You and Hyunjin and-” He considers for a moment, looking like he’s trying to remember and failing, and then keeps going regardless. “-the others-and I asked him to show me pictures one day. Of all of you. Just purely out of curiosity.”

He rubs at the back of his neck once more, and you see where Changbin picked up the habit.

The corners of his lips curl up into the start of a self-deprecating, somewhat embarrassed smile, and he huffs out a sort of harsh sounding laugh-exhale through his nose when he looks at you once more.

“I saw your picture and I just knew I had to meet you.”

You stare at him, open mouthed, and before you can stop yourself, bark out a shocked sound that middles between a laugh and a snorted scoff.

“Bullshit.”

“No really.” Chan grins ruefully now. “It sounds stupid, but it’s true. I asked Changbin to introduce us, but uh-” He heaves a sigh and a shrug. “-seems like I left a bad first impression.”

You arch a brow. “You think?”

Chan chuckles. “Sorry.” He holds out a hand, as sort of a peace making gesture, palm outstretched. “Maybe we can try again?”

You study him for a moment, and then press your palm into his own, lightly, only for the briefest of seconds.

You force yourself not to look at the green adorning his fingertips as they curl around your own.

“Maybe.” You offer noncommittally, pulling back from him just as quickly as you’d approached, slinging on your backpack and already heading toward the door. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” Chan calls out after you, and you can hear the grin in his voice, even beneath the strong twang of his stupid accent.

You wave without looking back.

“See ya around, CB97.” You bite back a smile as you push open the door of the coffee shop. “And tell your buddy SpearB that he doesn’t have to sleep at the studio anymore.”

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Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a toddler. Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

Chapter 1

1.4k word count. Written on mobile. Chapter warnings: themes of imposter syndrome. Kai has a bad relationship with her parents. Han being a douchebag.

Chapter 2

2.2k word count. Chapter warnings: a wee bit of violence

Chapter 3

2.7k Word Count. Chapter Warnings: Time skip, Angst towards the end, suggestive teasing(in like, one line), Kai getting hurt(Signs of a concussion), Changbin being slightly violent(he pushes Kai away from him), graphic depictions of traumatic scarring, self image issues(Changbin), a bit of fear of abandonment/fear of being replaced(Changbin again. Mans going through it)

Chapter 4

1.9k Word Count. Chapter Warnings: Concussion symptoms(No treatment), Alcohol, Drunk Han and Felix, Changbin not knowing how to be a big boy and handle his emotions, emotionally constipated Changbin

Chapter 5

2.6k word count. Chapter Warnings: Fleeting mentions of Night Terrors, Blood, Graphic depictions of bodily harm and death, How Chanbin lost his leg, Both Kai and Changbin being emotionally immature, both Kai and Changbin need to touch grass, one suggestive scene(Kai is naked, Changbin needs to stop being curious), angsty

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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sunshine.

words・5.5k /pairings・Chanbin x reader / genres・fluff, angst / warnings・ mentions of depression.

You've been friends with Chanbin from Stray Kids for quite a while now. Your paths crossed unexpectedly, intertwining your lives in a beautiful symphony of friendship and shared passion. You, a renowned photographer, capturing moments frozen in time, and him, a charismatic KPop idol, captivating hearts with his mesmerizing talent.

Through late-night conversations and spontaneous adventures, you discovered the beauty of friendship in its purest form - a bond forged in the crucible of shared experiences and unwavering trust. Whether it was exploring hidden gems in the city or simply basking in the quiet moments of companionship, you and Chanbin found refuge in each other's company, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of fame and recognition.

As the years passed and your careers soared to new heights, the foundation of your friendship remained unshakeable, a constant reminder of the power of connection in a world driven by superficiality. And as you stood side by side, gazing at the horizon of endless possibilities, you knew that no matter where life's journey took you, Chanbin would always be more than just a friend - he would be a beacon of light guiding you through the darkest of nights, a testament to the enduring power of friendship in the ever-changing landscape of fame and fortune.

*days full of laughter*

As you walk into the cozy café, the familiar sight of Chanbin greets you with a warm smile. He waves you over to the corner booth, where he's already seated, a cup of steaming coffee in hand.

"Hey, [Your Name], So glad you could make it," Chanbin exclaims, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement.

"Hi, Chanbin! Wouldn't miss it for the world," you reply, sliding into the seat opposite him.

The air fills with laughter as memories flood back, reminding you of all the times Chanbin was there for you through thick and thin.

"So, what's new with you?" Chanbin asks, leaning in with genuine interest.

You chuckle, knowing there's always something interesting to share when Chanbin's around. "Oh, you know, the usual. Just wrapped up a big photoshoot downtown. It was intense, but we got some incredible shots."

Chanbin's eyes widen with curiosity. "I bet! Your work is always top-notch. Any sneak peeks you can show me?"

You reach for your phone, scrolling through the gallery until you find the perfect shot. "Here you go! Check this out. I managed to capture the essence of the city at sunset. It's like magic."

Chanbin's expression lights up as he studies the photo, nodding in approval. "Wow, that's amazing! You've really outdone yourself this time."

The conversation flows effortlessly as you reminisce about past adventures and shared experiences. Each anecdote brings a wave of laughter, filling the air with an infectious energy that's impossible to resist.

Suddenly, Chanbin's phone buzzes with a notification, and he lets out a laugh as he reads the message. "Oh man, you won't believe what just happened. Remember that time we got lost trying to find that hidden karaoke bar?"

You burst into laughter, the memory flooding back in vivid detail. "How could I forget? We wandered around for hours, only to end up singing our hearts out in that tiny little room."

Chanbin grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good times, Sunshine. Good times."

As the afternoon stretches into evening, you realize just how lucky you are to have Chanbin by your side. Through the laughter and the tears, the highs and the lows, he's always been there for you, a constant source of joy and inspiration.

And as you raise your glasses in a toast to friendship, you know that no matter what the future holds, Chanbin will always be more than just a friend – he'll be family.

*days where he felt overwhelmed*

As you open the door to your house, you're met with the sight of Chanbin standing on your doorstep, his shoulders slumped and his expression weary. You can see the weight of his hectic schedule written across his face, and it breaks your heart to see him so overwhelmed.

"Hey, Binnie," you say softly, stepping aside to let him in. "Come on in. I'm glad you're here."

Chanbin offers a tired smile as he steps into the warmth of your home. "Thanks, Sunshine. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just needed to get away from everything for a bit."

You shake your head, understanding flooding your heart. "No need to apologize. You're always welcome here. Let's get you settled."

As you lead Chanbin to the living room, you can see the tension slowly melting away from his features. He sinks into the couch with a grateful sigh, his exhaustion evident in every line of his body.

"So, how's everything going?" you ask gently, taking a seat beside him.

Chanbin lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, it's been crazy. Between rehearsals, interviews, and all the other stuff going on, I feel like I'm drowning in my own schedule."

Your heart goes out to him, knowing how hard he works to pursue his passion. "I can't even imagine. But hey, you're not alone in this. I'm here for you, okay?"

Chanbin's eyes meet yours, gratitude shining in their depths. "Thanks, Sunshine. I really appreciate it."

Determined to lighten the mood, you rack your brain for something to lift Chanbin's spirits. Suddenly, an idea strikes you.

"How about we forget about schedules and responsibilities for a while?" you suggest, a spark of excitement igniting within you. "Let's order some takeout, binge-watch your favorite K-drama, and just relax."

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of Chanbin's lips. "That sounds amazing, actually. I could definitely use a break."

Together, you order food and settle in for a cozy evening of laughter and relaxation. As the hours pass, the weight of Chanbin's worries seems to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being in the moment with a friend.

As you bid Chanbin goodbye later that evening, you can see a lightness in his step that wasn't there before. And as you watch him disappear into the night, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll always be there to support him, one Netflix binge at a time.

*days with subtle confessions*

As you and Chanbin sit on the bench, the evening breeze carries a sense of calmness, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The sun's golden rays cast a warm glow over the serene lake, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

"You know, moments like these make all the chaos in the world seem insignificant," Chanbin muses, his gaze fixed on the tranquil waters.

You nod in agreement, feeling a surge of gratitude for the simplicity of the moment. "Absolutely. It's moments like these that remind us of what truly matters."

There's a pause in the conversation, a fleeting moment of silence that speaks volumes. In the stillness of the evening, you feel a tug at your heartstrings, an unspoken connection that binds you to Chanbin in ways words could never express.

As you watch the sun dip lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Chanbin turns to you, his eyes reflecting the fading light.

"[Your name], I've always felt... at ease when I'm with you," he says softly, his words carrying a weight that lingers in the air.

You meet his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions welling up inside you. In that moment, it's as if time stands still, suspended in the space between heartbeats.

"I know what you mean." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Being with you... it just feels right."

A gentle smile spreads across Chanbin's face, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that exists between you. In the quiet intimacy of the evening, your unspoken confession hangs in the air, unnoticed by the world around you but felt deeply in the depths of your souls.

And as you sit together, basking in the fading light of the day, you know that some truths are best left unsaid, hidden in the subtle nuances of a shared moment that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.

*days where you would give in his wishes*

Chanbin bursts into your living room with an exuberant grin, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. "Hey there, Sunshine! Ready for a workout?"

You stare at him in disbelief, your mind still groggy from the early hour. "Chanbin, are you serious? It's 8 a.m."

He waves off your protests with a playful smirk. "Come on! It'll be fun, I promise. Plus, it's a great way to start the day."

You sigh, knowing there's no arguing with Chanbin when he's set his mind to something. "Fine, but only because you're so persistent."

With a triumphant grin, Chanbin leads the way out the door, his energy infectious even in the early hours of the morning.

As you step into the gym, the sound of weights clanging and music blaring assaults your senses. Chanbin seems right at home, chatting with the regulars and setting up equipment with practiced ease.

You hang back, feeling out of place amidst the sea of toned bodies and bustling activity. But as you watch Chanbin move with grace and determination, a warmth fills your heart.

"Come here, [Your name]. Let's start with some light stretching," Chanbin calls out, beckoning you over to join him.

Reluctantly, you follow his lead, the movements feeling awkward and unfamiliar at first. But as Chanbin guides you through the exercises, his touch gentle and reassuring, you begin to relax into the rhythm of the workout.

With each stretch and lift, you feel your muscles awaken, a sense of strength and vitality coursing through your veins. And as you steal glances at Chanbin, his determination and passion evident in every movement, you realize something surprising.

You're actually enjoying yourself.

As the workout comes to an end, you're surprised to find yourself feeling invigorated and alive, the rush of endorphins leaving you buzzing with energy.

"See? I told you it would be fun," Chanbin says, his smile wide and infectious.

You can't help but return his grin, feeling a sense of gratitude for his unwavering enthusiasm and encouragement.

"Thanks, Binnie. I needed that more than I realized," you admit, your voice filled with sincerity.

Chanbin's smile softens, a warmth in his eyes that speaks volumes. "Anytime, Sunshine. You know I'll always be here to drag you to the gym kicking and screaming if I have to."

As you and Chanbin head home, the sun rising in the sky and the world coming alive around you, you can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected moments of joy and connection that he brings into your life.

*days like shit that end up good*

You trudge through the door, the weight of the day's failures heavy on your shoulders. The failed photoshoot, the malfunctioning camera, and the lingering feeling of inadequacy weigh on your mind like a suffocating blanket.

Just as you're about to sink onto the couch, you freeze in your tracks. There, in the dimly lit room, stands Chanbin, a small cake adorned with flickering candles in his hands.

"Surprise!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

You blink in disbelief, your tired mind struggling to process the unexpected sight before you. "Chanbin, what... what's all this?"

Chanbin's smile widens, his eyes alight with mischief. "Well, I know you're not a big fan of birthdays, but I couldn't let the day pass without doing something special for you."

Your heart swells with gratitude, a warm feeling spreading through your chest despite the heaviness of the day. "Chanbin, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, [Your name]. Just blow out the candles and make a wish," Chanbin urges, his voice gentle yet firm.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and make a silent wish, your heart whispering words of hope and renewal.

As you blow out the candles, Chanbin begins to sing, his voice filling the room with warmth and melody. The familiar tune of "Happy Birthday" washes over you like a soothing balm, easing the tension that has gripped your soul all day.

When he finishes singing, you open your eyes to find Chanbin's gaze fixed on you, his expression filled with a mixture of tenderness and affection.

"Thank you, Chanbin. This... this means more to me than you'll ever know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chanbin smiles, a softness in his eyes that speaks volumes. "Anytime, Sunshine. I know today wasn't the best, but I wanted to remind you that even on your worst days, you're loved and cherished."

Touched by his words, you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. In that moment, surrounded by flickering candlelight and the gentle hum of friendship, you realize that even in the darkest of times, there are rays of light to guide you home.

As you and Chanbin share the cake, laughter and warmth filling the room, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll always have a friend who's willing to go the extra mile to make your world a little brighter.

*days when he would accept any thing you had in mind*

You pull out your phone, your fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as you dial Chanbin's number. After a few rings, he picks up, his voice warm and familiar on the other end of the line.

"Hey, Sunshine! What's up?" Chanbin greets you, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

"Hey, Binnie! I have an idea I want to run by you," you reply, your excitement bubbling over despite your attempt to sound casual.

"Sure, shoot! What's on your mind?" Chanbin asks, his interest piqued.

"I was thinking... how about we do a photoshoot together?" you suggest, your voice tinged with excitement.

Chanbin's silence on the other end of the line is palpable, and for a moment, you worry that you've overstepped.

"A photoshoot? Like, in a studio?" Chanbin finally responds, his tone laced with curiosity.

You shake your head, even though he can't see you. "No, nothing like that. I was thinking more along the lines of capturing everyday moments, you know? Just you being you, doing normal things."

There's a pause as Chanbin considers your proposal, and for a moment, you hold your breath, waiting for his response.

"Oh, I love that idea," Chanbin says, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "It sounds like a refreshing change from the usual studio shoots."

Relief floods through you, a smile spreading across your face at his enthusiastic response. "Awesome! I was hoping you'd be up for it. When do you think you'll be free?"

Chanbin checks his schedule, the sound of shuffling papers faintly audible over the phone. "How about this weekend? I'm pretty free then. We can pick a few locations around the city and just go with the flow."

"Sounds perfect," you agree, your excitement building with each passing moment. "I can't wait to capture some amazing shots of you, Binnie."

"Likewise, Sunshine. It's gonna be a blast," Chanbin replies, his voice filled with anticipation.

*days where you had to be strong for him*

You find Chanbin sitting on the couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, his expression a mixture of frustration and sadness. As you approach him, you can see the tension radiating off him in waves.

"Hey, Binnie, what's going on?" you ask gently, taking a seat beside him.

Chanbin lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the world. "It's these hate comments, Sunshine. They just... they get to me sometimes."

Your heart sinks at the pain evident in his voice. You reach out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Binnie. I know how hurtful those can be."

Chanbin shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "I try not to let them get to me, but sometimes... it's like they're impossible to ignore. They make me doubt myself, doubt my worth as an artist."

You squeeze his arm gently, offering a silent gesture of support. "You're not alone. We all have moments of doubt. But remember, those comments don't define you. You're talented, passionate, and loved by so many."

Chanbin meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and pain. "Thanks, Sunshine. I needed to hear that."

As the evening wears on, Chanbin's frustration boils over, his voice tinged with anger and indignation. "Why do people have to be so cruel? What gives them the right to tear someone down like that?"

You listen quietly, letting him vent his frustrations, knowing that sometimes the best way to heal is to let the pain out.

But as the minutes pass, Chanbin's anger gives way to a profound sense of sadness, his voice trembling with emotion. "I just... I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. It feels like no matter how hard I try, there's always someone out there ready to knock me down."

Your heart breaks for him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

"You're stronger than you know, Binnie," you say softly, your voice filled with conviction. "You've overcome so much already, and you'll continue to rise above the hate. You're not alone in this, remember that."

Chanbin leans into your embrace, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. "Thank you, Sunshine. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You hold him close, feeling the warmth of his presence, the strength of your bond. In that moment, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart. And in that simple truth, you find solace, hope, and the unwavering power of love.

*and days like today where he was your rock*

Dark clouds loomed overhead, mirroring the tumultuous storm raging within you. The weight of depression pressed down on your shoulders, suffocating you with its relentless grip. Each breath felt like a struggle, each moment a battle against the darkness threatening to consume you whole.

Your phone rang, piercing through the silence of your desolate room. With trembling hands, you answered, only to hear the worried voice of Chanbin on the other end. His concern was palpable, their words a lifeline in the sea of despair.

“[Your name], I'm worried about you. We know things have been tough lately," He says, voice laced with genuine concern.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to respond. The weight of their worry only served to deepen the chasm of loneliness swallowing you whole.

But then, amidst the darkness, his voice cut through the despair like a beacon of light. "Hey, I'm coming over."

Chanbin. The mere mention of his name stirred something within you, a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. You knew he was the one person who could understand, who could offer solace in your darkest hour.

As you waited, the rain began to fall in torrents, a relentless deluge that mirrored the storm raging within your soul. Each drop felt like a reminder of the tears you couldn't shed, the pain you couldn't escape.

The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane echoed the tumultuous rhythm of your own heart. Each drop seemed to carry the weight of your sorrows, a relentless downpour of emotion cascading down upon you.

An inexplicable urge tugged at your soul, drawing you toward the terrace like a moth to a flame. With each step, the sound of rain grew louder, drowning out the cacophony of thoughts swirling within your mind.

Stepping out into the deluge, you were greeted by a torrential downpour that enveloped you in its embrace. Raindrops cascaded down your skin, mingling with the tears that streamed down your cheeks, until you could no longer distinguish between the two.

And as the storm raged on, you stood tall upon the terrace, a solitary figure amidst the chaos, finding solace in the simple act of surrendering to the rain. In its gentle embrace, you found peace, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, and the courage to face the dawn of a new day.

Heart pounding with dread, Chanbin dashed through the house, calling out your name in a frantic voice that echoed off the walls. Panic seized him as he realized you were nowhere to be found.

With trembling hands, he reached for his phone, fingers fumbling as he dialed your number. But the line remained eerily silent, your voice absent in the darkness.

His mind raced with fear and uncertainty as he bolted toward the terrace, each step heavy with dread. As he pushed open the door, his heart lurched at the sight before him.

There you stood, a solitary figure in the midst of the downpour, your nightgown clinging to your form, your hair plastered to your skin. The rain cascaded down your face, mingling with tears he could scarcely see in the dim light.

"[Your name]!" he called out, his voice cracking with emotion. But you remained motionless, lost in the storm raging within your soul.

With a surge of determination, Chanbin rushed to your side, his heart pounding with fear and relief. "Hey. Sunshine, it's me. Please, look at me."

He reached out, his hand trembling as he gently turned you toward him, searching your eyes for a glimmer of recognition amidst the turmoil.

For a moment, there was only the sound of rain, the weight of unspoken fears hanging heavy in the air. But then, as if awakening from a trance, you met his gaze, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief.

"Chanbin," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm sorry."

He enveloped you in his embrace, the warmth of his presence a lifeline in the darkness. "Don't be sorry, Sunshine. I was just so scared. I thought I had lost you."

Tears mingled with rain as you clung to each other, the storm raging around you a testament to the depths of your shared pain and the strength of your bond.

In the embrace of the storm, Chanbin held you close, his arms a shelter against the torrential rain that poured down around you. With each droplet that soaked through his clothes, he could care less about the discomfort, for you were more important than the heavy downpour.

Time seemed to stand still as you stood together, the world around you fading into insignificance as you clung to each other amidst the chaos. In that moment, it was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together, to offer solace in the midst of turmoil.

In the silence between heartbeats, there was an unspoken understanding, a shared recognition of the depths of your bond. Words were unnecessary in the language of the soul, for in that moment, everything you needed to say was conveyed in the warmth of your embrace.

As Chanbin gazed into your eyes, his own reflecting a mixture of fear and devotion, you felt the weight of his emotions wash over you like a tidal wave. In that moment, amidst the relentless downpour, you could sense his fear of losing you, his Sunshine, his beacon of light in the darkest of storms.

You reached out, gently brushing away the tears mingling with raindrops on his cheeks, your touch a silent reassurance of your presence by his side. Despite the turmoil raging within him, you could see the unwavering determination in his eyes, a testament to the depth of his love and his resolve to never let you slip away.

With gentle ease, Chanbin scooped you up bridal style, his strength a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of emotions. As he carried you inside, his movements were fluid, his determination unwavering in his quest to ease your burdens.

Setting you down gently in the bathroom, he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with tenderness and concern. With a tender touch, he brushed a stray strand of wet hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentle reverence.

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips a whisper of warmth against your skin. In that moment, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, a quiet reassurance in the depths of his affection.

Turning his attention to the task at hand, Chanbin set about preparing a warm bath for you, his movements deliberate and methodical.

As the water filled the tub, steam rising in tendrils to envelop the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Chanbin's unwavering presence in your life.

As Chanbin finished preparing the bath, he turned to you, ready to give you space, but you caught his shirt sleeve, halting his movement. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, sensing the depth of your need in that moment.

You took a deep breath, the weight of your emotions heavy in the air, and asked him in a voice barely above a whisper if he could stay with you. The vulnerability in your eyes spoke volumes, and Chanbin's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and resolve.

Without a word, he nodded, his expression filled with understanding and compassion. In that moment, he knew that you didn't need grand gestures or empty promises. All you needed was his presence, his unwavering support in the face of uncertainty and pain.

As you both stepped into the bathtub fully clothed, the water enveloping you in its warmth, Chanbin made you sit with your back resting agaist his chest. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of solidarity and strength.

As the minutes stretched into eternity, you leaned into Chanbin's embrace, finding solace in the warmth of his touch. In his arms, you felt safe, cherished, and understood. And as you closed your eyes, allowing the weight of the world to melt away, you knew that with Chanbin by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way.

Once you were both clean and warm, Chanbin helped you out of the bath, his clothes and yours dripping with water. With a gentle touch, he wrapped a towel around you, the fabric warm and soft against your skin.

As he handed you another towel, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, he turned away, giving you the privacy you needed to change into a clean and dry nightgown. His respect for your boundaries was a testament to the depth of his care, a reminder that he would always be there to support you, even in the smallest of gestures.

With trembling hands, you dried yourself off, the weight of the day still heavy on your shoulders. But as you slipped into the clean nightgown, the fabric soft against your skin, you felt a sense of renewal wash over you, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

As Chanbin dried himself off and shed his wet clothes, he glanced around the bathroom, his eyes landing on your dresser where he knew you kept his emergency drawer full of clothes. With a knowing smile, he made his way to the drawer, pulling it open to reveal an array of his own garments neatly folded inside.

Among the familiar shirts and sweaters, he found a comfortable set of clothes, a reminder of the special bond you shared. With a sense of gratitude, he slipped into the dry attire, the fabric warm and comforting against his skin.

As he dressed, he couldn't help but marvel at the depth of your friendship, the way you had opened your home and your heart to him without hesitation. In moments like these, he felt a profound sense of belonging, a reassurance that no matter where life took him, he would always have a place by your side.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that with you by his side, he could weather any storm that came his way. And as he made his way back to your side, his heart filled with love and appreciation for the unwavering support you had always shown him.

As you both settled into the comforting embrace of your bed, Chanbin's arms enveloped you in a warmth that chased away the shadows of doubt and fear. Nestled against his chest, you felt a sense of security wash over you.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you found the courage to speak the words that had been weighing heavy on your heart, the truths that had remained unspoken for far too long.

"Chanbin," you began, your voice soft yet filled with conviction, "there's something I need to tell you."

He listened attentively, his heart open to whatever you needed to share. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your back, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support.

"I.. I've been struggling," you admitted, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "With the weight of expectations, with the fear of failure, with the uncertainty of what lies ahead."

Chanbin's embrace tightened, his silent affirmation a testament to the depth of his understanding. "You're not alone, my sunshine," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm here for you, always."

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke of your fears and doubts, your hopes and dreams laid bare before him. In his arms, you found solace, a safe haven amidst the chaos of life's uncertainties.

"I don't know what the future holds," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But with you by my side, I know I can face whatever comes our way."

Chanbin's response was a tender kiss pressed to your forehead, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion. "Together, we'll weather the storms." he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. "Whatever lies ahead, we'll face it hand in hand, heart to heart."

In the quiet of the night, with the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders, Chanbin poured his heart out to you. Despite the demands of his packed schedule, his thoughts always returned to you, his sunshine, the one who illuminated his darkest days and filled his life with warmth and joy.

With a vulnerability he rarely showed, Chanbin confessed the depth of his love for you, the fear that gripped his heart at the mere thought of losing you. Each word was a testament to the depth of his affection, a plea for understanding and acceptance in the face of uncertainty.

"[Your name]," he began, his voice tinged with emotion, "you mean more to me than words can express. Every moment we spend together is a gift, a treasure I hold close to my heart."

His confession poured forth like a river, each word carrying the weight of his love and devotion. He spoke of the moments you shared, the laughter and tears, the triumphs and challenges, all woven together into the tapestry of your shared journey.

"I can't imagine my life without you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "You're the light that guides me through the darkness, the anchor that keeps me grounded in times of uncertainty."

As he spoke, his heart laid bare before you, Chanbin revealed the depth of his fears and insecurities, the uncertainty that gnawed at him when he thought of a future without you by his side.

As his confession drew to a close, Chanbin looked to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. In that moment, he bared his soul to you, trusting that you would understand the depth of his love and the sincerity of his words.

In the tender space between confessions and emotions laid bare, you found your own heart echoing the sentiments Chanbin had expressed. Tears welled in your eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the weight and beauty of the moment.

As Chanbin's words lingered in the air, your heart swelled with a mix of emotions – love, understanding, and a profound sense of connection. You were already crying, the depth of his vulnerability striking a chord within you.

In that delicate moment, as he shared his fears, hopes and love, you slowly reached out for him, your touch a gentle affirmation of your own feelings. His lips met yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, a silent exchange of emotions that needed no words.

Breaking the kiss, you whispered sweet nothings, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the night. "Chanbin, I feel it too," you murmured, your words a promise of your shared journey ahead.

In the soft glow of the room, amidst tears and tender kisses, you found solace in the embrace of a love that transcended fears and uncertainties. Hand in hand, heart to heart, you and Chanbin embarked on the next chapter of your intertwined story, a narrative shaped by the profound connection you shared. And as you lay there, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges awaited, your love would be the anchor that steadied you through the storms of life.

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MASTERLIST OF SADNIGHTFORUS…

a - angst

c - crack/comedy

f - fluff

smau - social media au

— ATEEZ

+ PARK SEONGHWA

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+ KIM HONGJOONG

HARD TO LOVE (PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION) [A]

+ JEONG YUNHO

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+ KANG YEOSANG

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+ CHOI SAN

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+ SONG MINGI

NONE OF MY BUSINESS [A]

FAREWELL [A]

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+ CHOI JONGHO

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— ENHYPEN

+ LEE HEESEUNG

3:12 PM [A]

+ PARK JONGSEONG

THE FATED STARS [SMAU]

+ SIM JAEYUN

10:34 PM [F]

+ PARK SUNGHOON

EX!SUNGHOON WHO... [A]

+ YANG JUNGWON

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+ KIM SEONWOO

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+ NISHIMURA RIKI

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NOTE: I WON’T BE WRITING FOR LUCAS ANYTIME SOON. PLEASE RESPECT MY DECISION.

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+ JOHNNY SUH

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Take Care.

Pairing: Changbin (solo) x fem reader

Word count: 1.09k

Content Warnings: Smut (minors dni); Masturbation (m); Getting Caught; Dirty Talk; Angst? (not really); Chanbin’s just really horny

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing smut so I hope I did a good job. I used my very limited knowledge about music production to write a studio scene, so I hope it makes sense and isn't all over the place :D Constructive criticism is always welcome, so lemme know what you think~

Also I’m accepting requests so please, do your ting <3

~ ♥ Li ♥

It was likely for 3racha to spend several hours in the studio after dark, and tonight was one of those nights. Except, this evening was a little different.

Tonight, Chan planned to introduce you to Jisung and Changbin as a fellow music producer and a close friend of his. You had been there for hours helping them produce their comeback song as Chan thought it would be a good idea to get a second opinion of expertise to help them with a couple of hurdles they couldn't seem to overcome.

"Well, it sounds a little flat right here. I was thinking..."

Changbin wanted to pay attention to what you were saying, but he completely zoned out. Your subtle cleavage revealed itself as you reached over to grab the mouse. He couldn't help but wonder what your bra size was and how your gorgeous tits would probably fit perfectly in his hands.

"They're probably so soft," he thought to himself.

His eyes continued to scan all the way up to your exposed neck: you wore your hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of your face while you worked, completely oblivious to the fact that you were being eye fucked by him from across the studio. He remembered the sweet-smelling fragrance from your neck when you greeted him with a hug as you stepped through the door.

Your displayed neckline only invited more dirty images in his head. Maybe you’d like it if he gently bit and sucked your neck while you scream his name.

" ...then add some ambiance to the tonic note, maybe that'll help, right Changbin?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah" he quickly answered, not registering a single thing you just said.

"Well, I'd love to stay longer but it's getting pretty late. Thanks for having me guys," you said picking up your stuff.

"Thanks for coming, Y/N! I'll drop you off" Chan sprung up from his seat to grab his keys and walk you out.

"Jisung, Changbin, take care!" you waved followed by Chan and leaving them saying their goodbyes in unison.

Jisung knew something was off from how awfully quiet Changbin had been the entire evening, which was unlike him. However, he also didn't want to put him on the spot in your presence. But now that you had left he took the opportunity to turn to him.

"Hyung, are you good? You've been kinda...off?"

"Yeah" He answered hesitantly "I just need a quick break, I'll be back" standing up from his seat and leaving abruptly to go to the practice room.

Changbin wasted no time in whipping his phone from his pocket and looking up your Instagram out of curiosity while biting his lips in anticipation of what's about to come (no pun intended).

And sure enough, a few scrolls down is a professional nude photoshoot you did a couple of weeks ago. A black and white silhouette: not enough to see you, but more than enough to make his imagination run wild.

The portrait allowed him to imagine dirty things about your body in ways he knows he shouldn't.

How would you look on your knees? On your back, legs spread out for him?

Fuck- his heart was beating out of his chest and he knew what he wanted to do was so wrong. But he didn't want to stop. He deserved it right? He had spent hours holding in the urge to touch himself which resulted in the painfully hard bulge that was now in his pants.

Changbin's nerves wouldn't let him relax. His eyes kept glancing at the door and back at you on his screen.

"Now would be a great time to have a lock on that door," he thought to himself.

Changbin wished you could be here, taking care of him, instead of him being left here like he spends most of his nights...alone.

He really shouldn't- you've just met for the first time a mere 2 hours ago and you're Chan's friend for christ's sake!

And he's positive if you were here, you'd look at him with utter disgust- like the pervert he is. But all dignity and decorum as flown out of the window already. He'll worry about his morals another time, right now his focus is entirely on you.

Bucking his hips up and pushing his pants down to his ankles felt like muscle memory. His hard dick sprung up and hit his stomach with a thud as he unleashed it from its confinement. He doesn't even hesitate to start stroking his cock while analyzing your beautiful curves on his screen. Immediately thinking of which ways he'd want to have you.

Your thighs wrapped around his waist? How about your face in his pillows and your ass up in the air?

He has to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning, but he quietly whispers your name.

Eyebrows furrowed and his mouth agape, as he whispers your name again. Loud moans threaten to rip through his lips as he feels himself getting closer to his desired orgasm.

In an attempt to edge himself, his hand flies away from his cock when he feels he's beginning to spiral out of control. Changbin lifts his right hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm, ready to go for Round 2. His wet palm grasps his sensitive tip as he moves in a slow, circular, teasing motion. More precum seeping from his hole makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

How would you look with your wet pussy spread so he can-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Hyung, you in there?" Jisung questions, standing inches from the door with his laptop in hand.

"WAIT!"

"Uh, I need help saving the track, can I come in?" already pushing the door open a crack to welcome himself.

"NO!- no, Bro now's not a good time, okay? Come back later" Changbin said while frantically pulling up his sweats.

"What are you even doi- you know what? I don't wanna know." And he shuts the door, staring at it briefly before turning around, slowly clocking onto what Changbin was getting up to behind the closed door. The thought alone made him shudder.

Changbin kicked his head back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling, gripping his phone tightly.

"You fucking idiot. Why... why?!?" he questioned himself, suddenly feeling a wave of regret.

"Sorry, I'm not sure I understa-" Unknowingly, Changbin's hard grip on his phone activated Siri.

"SHUT UP" He yelped, tossing his phone on the couch, now feeling guilty for acting like a horny teenager with no self-control.

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

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