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[mixtape-racha]

lost boy | seo changbin

☆ part 3/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series ☆

words: 2.01k // warnings: childhood friends reunited, friends to more?

you hadn’t seen changbin in twevle years, surely he’d forgotten about you? kids of your age moved on from their friends like a change in the weather… right?

“please, y/n. without you… i’m just a lost boy. i can’t lose you again.”

coming back home was always a scary thought to you. you left home quite young, having to leave behind all your friends and everything you ever knew. moving from one side of the country to the other just because your parents got a divorce seemed so silly in your 11 year old head. just because mom and dad didn't love each other anymore, why did you have to go? but as your mom moved across the country for a job, and your dad moved back to his home country, you didn’t really have a choice. at least by staying with your mom you wouldn’t have to fly away for good.

honestly, you hadn’t seen your dad since the day he flew out to go home - not that you particularly minded. he was a very absent father, and so you weren’t missing a lot. what hurt the most was having to say goodbye to your best friend of seven years, changbin. you had met in kindergarten and had been inseparable ever since, so having to leave him behind as you packed up your entire home and drove away was heartbreaking.

you could vividly remember the way his parents had to stop him chasing your mom’s car as you drove off, both of you sobbing so hard that you struggled to breath. leaving behind changbin was the hardest thing you’d ever done, even at 23 years old, and you weren’t sure anything else could ever be harder.

so standing at the train station of your home town brought back so many weird and horrible memories. your mom had moved back to the town recently due to location changes at work, and having just graduated college you deemed it best to move back in with her until you could afford your own place. so, with way too much luggage on hand, you waited patiently for her to drive up and collect you from the station.

honestly, you couldn’t tell if the town had ever changed since you were last there at 11 years old. it was like it had been frozen in time, only now coming back to life. part of you was expecting to look in a shop window and see your childhood self staring back at you. you were more than relieved when your mom pulled up to the curb, beeping to pull you out of your trance and getting out to help you load your belongings into the car.

the drive was quiet as you took in the fact that you were back in the place where you experienced your first heartbreak. you hummed and nodded in the correct places, to show your mom that you were kind of listening to her, but really all you wanted was to sleep. moving back to your childhood home was exhausting, especially when you never thought you’d return there.

your mom allowed you a nap before you moved all your belongings in, saying she would just leave it all in the car while she went to run a few errands. you were extremely grateful for that, wanting nothing more than the warm embrace of sleep. it healed your inner child spectacularly when your mom came to tuck you into bed, kissing your head and telling you how happy sh was that were home.

you had almost drifted off when something she said as she was leaving made your ears perk up, and caused you to have some pretty strange dreams.

“all we need now is changbin to come over and play mario kart with you, and it’ll be like nothing ever changed.”

from that second onwards, he was on your mind for the rest of the day. was he still in the area? how was he doing? did he even remember you? it had been so long, would you even recognize the other if you walked past one another on the street? how were his parents, who were practically you second parents in the midst of the divorce and the move?

unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t even know for sure if he was still around for another week. you had just started a new job - part-time barista work in a local coffee shop, and it was nice. being able to get out of the house, reconnect with people from your childhood, and not feel like you were leeching off of your mom.

it was your third shift, and about half an hour until you finished for the day. you were behind the counter, scrubbing up the remains of an iced coffee one of your co-workers spilled everywhere, trying to impress a pretty girl with his ‘brilliant coffee making skills’. you offered to clean it when he quickly took off on his break, giving you a break from dealing with customers. but your attention kept getting drawn to a booth in the back corner, where a group of 5 men were sitting and laughing.

there was something so familiar about them, and you couldn’t put your finger on it. honestly, you didn’t even mean to stare or eavesdrop, but you were kind of glad you did.

“honestly, man. the new barista is really cute, i think she’s new in town. i haven’t seen her before she started working here.”

“yeah, thats because you’re a fucking hermit, jisung. you didn’t know we had a nando’s until a year after it opened.”

“yah! leave me alone! seungmin, he’s bullying me again.”

there was a lot of laughed, and it made your heart warm. you couldn’t wait to have a group of friends close by like that again.

“leave him alone, come on. or i’ll roast all of you right now.”

a giggle.

“do it, i dare you.”

“fine. chan - you’re old. jisung - you can’t skate, no matter how much you try to say you can. felix - the only way you get girls is by having an accent. oh, and speaking of girls, changbin –” your heart skipped a beat. “you’re still hung up on a girl that moved away twelve years ago and probably doesn’t remember you exist.”

fits of laughter erupted from the table, and you hastily moved to the back room for a breath. there was no way… right? it had to be a different changbin. it couldn’t be your binnie, could it? you were immensely glad that your shift ended, sneaking out the back door and catching the first bus you could back home.

it was overwhelming,knowing he was so close to you but didn;t even know you were there. should you have said something? you didn’t want to ambush him. what if he got to know you again and didn’t like you anymore? it was terrifying, and you just wanted a glass of wine and a nice, quiet night in with your mom.

it took another week until you heard anything else changbin. your mom had mentioned that his parents wanted to see you, and broached the idea of a small get-together to celebrate your graduation and moving home. with a grimace on your face, you agreed, knowing that your mom would invite all her friends and you’d be stuck in conversations that you had no idea about.

she was ecstatic that you agreed, instantly calling up some of her friends to let them know, and arranging it for the following saturday night. you weren’t working that weekend, so it was kind of perfect, but deep down you couldn’t bring yourself to be excited. you’d overheard changbin’s mom saying that they just told him you had returned to town, but would he even show up to the party? but would it be better if he didn’t? you were a huge ball of nerves and it was horrible. you missed him endlessly, and being back in town was dragging up all of those feelings, but what if everything went wrong when you saw him?

you kept worrying about it up until the day of the party, whining to your mom about it while she insisted she curl your hair. you didn;t understand why she was making such a big deal, you both always knew you’d go back to her after graduating anyway. you much would’ve preferred a spa night with some gin and pizza, but she was so happy to have people over that you couldn’t bring yourself to take that away from her. maybe after an hour or so, you’d tell her you had a headache, or were overwhelmed, so you could escape and hide in your room. yeah, that worked.

it was an extremely well-thought and calculated plan. you’d mingle, enjoy a glass of wine or two, then dip. was it rude? probably. was it worth it? 100%. but of course, like all well thought out plans, it came crashing down almost as fast as it was put into action.

the party had barely started half an hour ago, and already you wanted to leave. you were trapped with one of your mom’s work friends, and a lady who claimed to babysit you before you started school. you truly were trying your hardest to be polite, but it was difficult. that was until you heard a shriek of joy from your mother, and your eyes darted over to see her embracing changbin’s mom in a hug. his dad was standing behind them, and you swore he hadn’t aged at all. it was like being transported back 13 years, and suddenly your stomach turned.

“oh, i’m so happy (y/n)’s back! we tried to convince changbin’s sister to come, but she’s away on a business trip. we brought binnie though!”

oh god. oh no, you had to leave. like, right now. you weren’t ready to see him and get rejected from a friendship you’d never recovered from. you excused yourself from your conversation hastily, lunging towards the back door - but not before you saw a flash of black hair and a bunny smile embracing your mom.

your head felt like it was spinning as you plopped down on the swing chair in the garden. why did you agree to this stupid party in the first place? you could reintegrate back into the community at your own pace. you didn’t need to be force fed interactions with people you grew up with, you were a fully-grown adult for crying out loud. taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself, so caught in a trance that you didn;t hear the back door reopening and closing just behind your back.

“(y/n)? is that… is that you? your mom said i’d probably find you out here.”

it was like the world stopped spinning, pulling you out of your trance as you whipped your head around to be faced with the one person who both dreaded and wanted to see the most. seo changbin, in the flesh. and he was…. buff.

it was like a dam broke behind your eyes and you smiled softly as a few tears trickled down your face.

“hi, binnie.”

he grinned at your words, clearly relieved that you recognized him, and held his arms open for a hug. you couldn’t help yourself from getting up and leaning into him - it was like your body was working on its own accord. you both stood in silence for a few moments, and it was like nothing had changed at all.

“you’re still short.”

“hey, so are you!” you sniffled, pulling away to wipe your face on your sleeve. “i was so scared you wouldn’t remember me, or like me anymore.”

he seemed shocked at your confession, holding your face in his hands as he searched your face to understand what you were feeling.

“how could i ever forget you, or not like you? i’ve been praying on the day i’d see you again, stupid.” the grin on his face was infectious, and you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to poke fun at him again.

“you still scrunch your nose up like a bunny when you smile, too.”

“how could i not? my favorite girl is finally home.”

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[changbinslovelylegs]

Incentive

Pairing: Wooyoung (dom) x San (sub) ateez

WC: 1368

Warnings: Smut, language, voilence, slight blood, orgasm denial/delay, bondage, nipple play, mean dom sir woo, whiney sub san

Based off of woosan trailer and bouncy mv

Woosan live in a van and are low on money, but San has always been a good fighter which is why he has the brilliant idea to become a boxer, and Wooyoung has the brilliant idea to bet on those fights so they not only win prize money but bet money as well. The catch is Wooyoung always wants to fuck San for a job well done, and he only gets to cum if he won. (Might make this a sort of stand alone series because I have many ideas based off of this comeback!)

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"I'm so close" San was a withering mess from underneath Wooyoung, his legs shaking, whole body sweating, and moaning from left to right as the one above him pounded him into next week.

The van's tinted windows were fogging up, no doubt from the explicit activities that were happening inside. Wooyoung smirked at Sans comment, slowing down so that he didn't go over the edge.

"Oh, your close are you?" Wooyoung mocked, reviling in the way his answer made San whine loudly and shake his head.

The rules were simple: win the fight, you get to cum, loose the fight, and you do not. An incentive Wooyoung himself came up with to help San win more fights because he would be excited that he gets to cum later, and they would get more money.

"Please sir please! I need to cum!" San is right there, if only he had permission.

"Did you win the fight tonight kitten?" Wooyoung places his hands over San's which are bound together by pink fluffy handcuffs, intertwining their fingers as a small sign of i've got you.

"No, but please sir wanna cum!" San was crying now, and Wooyoung was loving it, the way San tried to close his eyes and will the tears away but it was no use because they were already falling.

"Then no your not allowed to cum, you know the rules gorgeous"

"Sirrrrrrr!"

"shh kitten, just enjoy the edge while I finish ok?"

Later that night, after Wooyoung had lovingly calmed San down through cuddles and nibbling on small crackers they were planning their next fight.

San knew he was good at defending himself because he found out he had been defending himself pretty much his whole life. After his dad kicked him out for being gay at 15, he was on the run and always defending himself.

San met Wooyoung after an encounter Wooyoung was in needed someone to save him, and after finding out that they were both on the run, they decided to run together, and they've been running ever since.

Wooyoung was never much of a fighter, he preferred to hide and hope that no one would find him, San didn't mind this one bit because he loved being Wooyoung's saviour and loved any chance he got to show off how strong he is.

They worked their butts off so they could afford the van, since that sleeping in an old abandoned garage wasn't so safe they were even mugged once! Wooyoung was waiting tables while San worked the day shift at their local gas station and once enough money was saved up, they got a mini van so they could live in that and lock the doors at night.

Soon after Wooyoung had the genius idea to get San into boxing since he was already good at it, and while San fought Wooyoung would bet on the fights to try and make even more money! the plan was going well so far and they almost had enough money for a down payment on their own apartment!

"Have you ever fought against Seo Changbin?" Wooyoung queried, scrolling through the mans instagram while slurping up instant ramen at the same time.

"No I don't think so, why?" San had his own cup of instant ramen, since most nights it was all they could afford for dinner.

"Well it's gonna happen next week, I got in touch with Bang Chan his manager and asked if we could have a match!"

"Sounds fun, I'll hit the gym in the morning"

"I might actually join you, do some light weights or walk on the treddy" Just because Wooyoung didn't know how to fight didn't mean he didn't wanna be healthy.

"You tryna rope me in for some gym sex? get all worked up and then work me out?" San joked, nudging him slightly.

"HA! you wish" Wooyoung nudged him back, but then gave in and gave San a sweet kiss which may or have may not lead to a little make out session.

When next week rolled around, San was more than ready for the fight! He had gone to the gym every day to train, getting strong as he heard Changbin was going to be a tough opponent.

The crowd was going wild as they both entered the ring, intense rap music playing in the back ground to hype everyone up as if they weren't already hyped.

Wooyoung could be seen off to the side sly-ly taking money from others as he was betting on san to win, and if he did win everyone who said he wouldn't, wouldn't get their money back.

"You got this baby, kick his ass!" Wooyoung was cheering from below, just as the bell rang to signal the start of the match.

Changbin was good, San had to admit, with the corner of his mouth bleeding and left eye pulsing from being punched there, Changbin was defiantly good.

"Water" San croaked out as the halftime bell rang, walking back over to Wooyoung. He sat down on a stool as water was squirted into his mouth, some not making it and dripping on his clothes but he didn't care.

"Where does it hurt?" Wooyoung got straight to it as they only had 5 minutes.

"My left eye is pulsing, my left shoulder kinda kills and wherever you see blood I guess" San breathed deeply, closing his eyes as Wooyoung tended to him, a wet rag wiping all over to get rid of most of the blood. Wooyoung gave San's left shoulder a small massage in the small amount of time they have left.

"I love you, and I'll be proud of you no matter what ok?" San leaned down to kiss his lips in thanks, always basking in his lovers praise.

"Love you too Woo, so fucking much" and with that the bell rang again signalling halftime was up.

It turned out San was better, somehow landing punch after punch after punch. So many punches he ended up knocking Changbin out. The crowd went wild again after San won, chanting his name as he was given the belt.

No one was more proud of San than Wooyoung though, smiling heavily as he basked in how much money they won. Sadly more people thought that San wouldn't win as he didn't win last time, but that only meant more money for them when he eventually did win so in the end he never let it get to him.

"So proud of my kitten, you did so well tonight" Wooyoung praised as he was once again pounding away.

San could only moan in response, as words were too hard for him at the moment. He gripped at the sheets and whined, no longer being able to lay still.

"aw does my kitten like this hmm?" Wooyoung continued to lightly stroke San's cock with one hand and use the other to pinch one of his nipples.

"Sir! oh fuck" San cried out from the sudden sting to his nipples.

"Are you close?"

"So fucking close, sir please!"

"Hmm, maybe, if you beg me prettily enough" Wooyoung knew the rules too, San did win which meant he did get to cum, that didn't mean he couldn't taunt San a little first. He continued to tweak each nipple and smirked each time it made San whine.

"Please sir let me cum, I've been so good, I wanna cum so badly please!" San was shaking with need, whole body buzzing.

"alright gorgeous, you can cum now" and it was all San needed to let out a weeks worth of pent up load.

Hot and white and intense, had San screaming into the nearest pillow so that no one outside the van may have heard him.

"Ok kitten come here, you did so well come here" Wooyoung brought San into his arms, swaying them back and forth as he waited for San to come down.

It always took a few minutes as Wooyoung hardly ever went soft on San, but he happily waited all the time San needed. Wooyoung was just happy he had someone to hold and care for, and San was just as happy to be held.

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[beautifulchris]

love potion

pairing: seo changbin x gn!reader

wc: 4,9k

featuring: bang chan, lee minho, victon’s subin, the boyz’s haknyeon, i-dle’s soyeon, bts’ jeongguk, got7’s yugyeom, golden child’s donghyun

summary: changbin has been your best friend for years now, harboring feelings for you. on the other hand, you’re too absorbed by the cute hufflepuff quidditch fan to notice.

genres: hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au, slytherin!changbin, slytherin!reader, fluff, humor (i tried)

tw: swearing, food, jealousy

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

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“BINNIE!!” you yelled as soon as you spotted your black haired best friend in the crowd at the train station.

Just when he was turning to face you, you crashed into him, and he had to use every strength in his body to not fall over. He held you tight while gently patting your back. Once on the train, you talked about your respective summertime until you arrived at Hogwarts. It was your fifth year for both of you, and you were excited.

“Class started three days ago and I already have four parchments to write plus two exams next week. I know the O.W.L.S. are important but this is straight up overworking poor fifteen years olds. I’m still not over my summer holidays.”

You let out a deep sigh, pushing yourself deeper atop the table, your left cheek on your crossed arms.

Changbin chuckled next to you. “I don’t want to imagine how you’ll react in a few months when we won’t be able to breathe because we’ll crumble under an astronomical amount of homework.”

You straightened your back, eyes wide, then whined and got back to your previous position. “I have astronomy class tonight… how will I survive?”

Your best friend scoffed while rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be there.”

“I won’t survive this year,” you mumbled, eyes closed.

“You’re being overdramatic.”

Of course, you were. People only needed to spend ten minutes with you to know. Changbin liked this side of you, it was always fun to him, how you could say dramatic stuff while looking this cute. You’ll never catch him say that out loud, though.

A few weeks later, Changbin was on his way to his first Quidditch practice with his teammates —you were accompanying them— when a group of Gryffindors came to him, fifth year Haknyeon leading.

“Hey Changbin,” he called, “I bet I’m faster than you on a broom.”

“Is that why I’m on the Quidditch team and you’re not?” he retorted. A few teammates laughed.

Haknyeon scoffed, visibly upset. Then shrugged. “I’ll try not to humiliate you too much.”

“Why don’t you let your broom do the talking? I’m ready to fly whenever you are,” Changbin smirked.

“I’ve seen Haknyeon practice for hours on the Training Grounds,” Yugyeom, beater of your House, whispered to the team.

“Come on, you can win this with your eyes closed,” a Gryffindor encouraged his housemate.

“If the referee asks, I don’t condone this,” Soyeon, captain of the Slytherin team, warned with her hands up.

Changbin and Haknyeon prepared for the race, getting on their brooms.

“Loser buys the butterbeer. That’s you, Ju.”

Ju Haknyeon tsked and you approached your best friend. “Please, don’t end up in the Hospital Wing, Binnie.”

“I thought you had more faith in me,” he winked.

You moved back, rolling your eyes amusedly as they started the race.

“This is the race I didn’t know I wanted,” a Gryffindor said excitedly.

It was tight, until Haknyeon decided to push Changbin. They were going straight to a statue and didn’t seem to realize it. Changbin avoided it with ease though, while Haknyeon wasn’t so lucky, his robes getting caught in the lance’s statue. He kept flying and his robes ripped apart. Your best friend arrived safely on the ground and a few moments later, Haknyeon arrived as well, throwing his broom on the floor in frustration.

Changbin’s teammates were laughing, even Soyeon was giggling. “It was really fun to watch, but we have practice,” Jeongguk, the second beater, announced.

“It was a good race,” Changbin proposed his hand for Haknyeon to shake, which he did.

“It was. Next time I’ll win, though.”

“We’ll see about that. Don’t forget you owe me that butterbeer!”

You all left for the Quidditch Pitch; the team for practice, you to cheer on Changbin from the stands. He always said it helped him do better. So you used practice to do your homework, but always ended up sidetracking, due to a fervent Quidditch fan going to a lot of practices from every house. You often wondered if Subin was twenty four hours in the stands. I mean, you wouldn’t complain, because Subin was a pretty cute Hufflepuff that was always cheering on everyone.

Second Saturday of December, you went to Hogsmeade with your best friend.

“Binnie,” you called from the scarves alley, “how about this one?” He was sitting on a fir green leather bench next to the fitting room in Gladrags Wizardwear, the clothing shop of Hogsmeade.

“Now that is a pretty scarf. Emerald and silver stripes, nice and simple. You see, the purple one wasn’t really going well with the green of your tie and robes.”

“You’re right, I’ll take it,” you smiled.

You turned around and when your eyes landed on someone outside, you stopped yourself and stared, a shy smile on your face. Changbin curiously got up then followed your gaze but, upon seeing nothing, was confused by your behavior.

“What’s going on?”

“Subin walked past and smiled at me,” you beamed.

“Oh, I see. Better pay for the scarf and go if you want to talk to him, then.”

Yes, you had an embarrassing crush on the cutest Hufflepuff ever. Have you talked to him before? Eh. Made a whole conversation? Now, let’s not get over ourselves. He just always smiled when he caught you staring or when you bumped into each other in the hallways. He was just so sweet.

“I still can’t believe you fell for a smile.”

“Those are powerful things, you know?”

Oh, he knew alright. He fell for yours.

“I can’t believe this guy! Five gallions a scarf? It better lasts until the end of my school years,” you huffed loudly, putting away your wallet.

“Stop whining, you bought it anyway.”

“Well yeah, I need to stay warm this winter.”

“Remind me again why you’re buying it now?” His tone was teasing, making your eyes roll.

“A crup destroyed it yesterday during care of magical creatures class but I’m sure you don’t need a reminder,” you answered bitterly. You remembered how his laugh was louder than everyone else’s.

“You’re right. That was so funny.”

You had the urge to smack him but stopped yourself. “Stop mocking me, it was the scarf or my face!”

You didn’t spot Subin again that day, but Haknyeon did buy Changbin butterbeer like promised.

Classes were hard, but you were holding up just fine, compared to your whines the first week. Sometimes you were even a little too enthusiastic, like with the crup.

Now, the only pet that terrorized everyone but Changbin and you is his scops owl, Yogi. He loved you, somehow, while he could tear apart another student just because he walked too close to it for comfort.

Actually, it happened before.

Once.

First year. Yogi was on Changbin’s shoulder as he was walking to the owlery, when a student —was he a Ravenclaw? Probably a 3rd year at the time— bumped into his shoulder by accident. Right before Changbin could do anything, Yogi flew to the guy, lacerated his clothes and skin while giving him pecks, all the while flying around him. The poor Ravenclaw tried to cover his head with his arms.

After a few seconds, Changbin realized the gravity of the situation. He called Yogi who flew right back on his owner’s shoulder, not without barking in the boy’s direction.

The latter slowly dropped his arms on his sides and got up, visibly upset. “He tried to kill me!!”

“Yeah he does that, sorry! It’s nothing personal,” Changbin shrugged. “I suggest you go to the infirmary, dude, it’s not looking good.” He gestured to the upper body of the 3rd year who left in a hurry, a big frown on his face.

Since that day, Yogi stayed in the owlery to avoid having the whole school at Changbin’s throat because of his tiny and aggressive pet. He was happy, though, he could make friends and leave whenever and wherever, instead of being kept in a room full of hormones and sweat. I mean, the choice was quickly made.

The fifth match opposing Slytherin to Hufflepuff was coming soon, and you knew Subin was going to be there. So, as the skilled-at-potion-teenage-witch-in-love you were, your great idea was to induce chocolate chip cookies with a love potion and offer them to him after the match.

“It’s a love potion, what could possibly go wrong?” you whispered to yourself over your cauldron.

I could give you a list.

You purposely kept your plan to yourself, knowing what your best friend would say —and rightfully so, might I add— about the dangers of love potions, but really the most dangerous was amortentia, which was why you chose another one. The potion you decided to make was supposed to bring to the surface already existing feelings, not create an infatuation or obsession. You knew love couldn’t be created by a potion, and you didn’t want that either. Also, it wouldn’t last really long, just two to three hours, enough time for someone to confess their feelings.

Thinking about your best friend, though, you decided to make regular cookies to congratulate him on his next win —you were persuaded Slytherin would win. Once ready, you put them in different bags, naming them ‘S’ for Subin and ‘Q’ for the Quidditch team.

On the day of the match, you walked proudly in the direction of the Quidditch pitch with your potion-induced cookies in one hand and the normal ones in the other.

Arriving at the changing room, you entered with your eyes closed —who knew what you could witness— and called for Changbin.

“Scared of seeing a few muscles, Y/N?” You recognized Jeongguk’s joking voice.

A hand took your wrist and gently pulled you outside before you could reply.

“Is that cookies? For me?”

As you opened your eyes, you saw Changbin reaching for one bag, but you were quick to dodge his hand. “You’ll have to win first.”

“See you soon, then,” he spoke to the cookies with a smirk.

“I came to say good luck. You’re gonna win easily.” He thanked you with a hug.

“Who’s the second bag for?” your best friend asked, and you turned your head in embarrassment. “Let me guess. Subin?”

“Not so loud!” you whisper-shouted as you put your hand over his mouth, having now both bags in the other one.

“Too late.” You turned around super fast, losing your grip on the bags in the process. But no one was behind you. “I was joking,” he laughed, “your face was priceless. We’ll definitely win this match.”

He left you to join his team who was calling for him and you picked up the bags, realizing some cookies were broken. “I should be hexing you!” you shouted but wasn’t sure he heard. You walked up to the stands, searching for familiar faces.

The cookies safely installed in your robes’ pockets, you sat next to your Slytherin friends and watched as the Hufflepuff’s team came flying on the pitch. Next was your house. Changbin was already showing off his flying skills by swirling and spinning around the area. He stopped in front of you and gave you a thumbs up, which, despite the trick he pulled only minutes prior, you mirrored. You could never hate him, even if you tried.

Ten minutes into the match, Juyeon, one of Hufflepuff”s beaters, sent a bludger to your house’s keeper, San. Changbin was quick to borrow Yugyeom’s bat to send the bludger away before it could touch San. You heard someone in the crowd say: “Wow, Changbin is not only fast, he’s pretty strong too.” Damn right.

Your house won 190 to 140. It was time Changbin caught the snitch, or it would’ve been embarrassing for everyone. As promised, you went back to the changing room to deliver the cookies.

“You did so good,” you excitedly said as Changbin took the bag from your hand. “You can share with everyone, I made a lot.”

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.”

“You are!” Soyeon chimed in.

“Come on, go talk to your crush. I just saw him leave,” he urged you, pushing you out of the changing room. When you turned around, he wasn’t there anymore.

Subin was walking back to the castle, a little pout on his face. You ran up to him, and called his name. When he saw you, he smiled. “Y/N, hey. What’s up?”

“I, uh, wanted to give you these cookies,” you sheepishly said as you handed him the second bag. He reached for them as he thanked you. “And I’m sorry you guys didn’t win. But, for what it’s worth, you’re first in the course for the House Cup.”

“Thank you, Y/N, it’s really kind of you. Your house team played well, and Changbin is a really skilled seeker.”

“He is,” you acquiesced with a proud smile. Finally, Subin opened the bag and took a relatively complete cookie. “Sorry, I dropped them earlier…”

“No problem, they still look good.” Ah, this smile. Pretty cute. He started chewing, and you kept your eyes on him, waiting for a reaction. “Wow, it’s fantastic!”

“You think?” Your cheeks felt hot, he loved your cookies. One win.

“Really, it’s the best cookie I’ve ever tasted. Which oddly reminds me I have to talk to someone. Thank you again for the cookies, Y/N!” With that, he accidentally dropped the bag and ran to the castle. With fast reflexes, you caught it before it could reach the floor.

You were confused. Did it not work? There was still the ‘S’ written in black on the transparent bag. Did you make a mistake when naming the bags? A vision of horror crossed your mind as you sprinted back to the changing room. You prepared yourself for the worst when entering the room, but nothing seemed weird. Everyone was finishing changing in a good mood. So, either you didn’t exchange the bags and Subin felt nothing for you or no one here liked anyone—you lowkey preferred this second suggestion.

When Changbin saw you, he frowned and approached you. “Are you okay? How did it go?”

“Good, he liked my cookies,” you tried to smile but after running so much, you puffed a bit.

“Then why do you still have them, then?”

“Oh? Right, he, uh, gave them back.”

“That’s not polite,” he said without a shadow of a smile. Was that a clenched jaw?

“He didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.”

“What do you mean? How can you not give back a gift on purpose?” Great question, funny story.

“It’s… complicated.”

Your best friend huffed. “I’ll show him.” He took his stuff and left the changing room under the whole Slytherin Quidditch team confused eyes, and you followed him closely.

“I assure you, it’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” He stopped in his tracks and faced you. “Can I have a cookie, please?”

“No?” You nervously laughed as he raised a brow.

“Why not?”

“Because, uh, the… chocolate is melted. Yeah.”

“I don’t mind.” He extended an arm, palm up to receive a cookie. Refusing meant telling him the truth… “Thanks.”

Like with Subin, you waited for a reaction. “So, what did you want to prove?”

“A point.”

“Which is…?”

“That you put something in these cookies,” he said calmly.

Saying you were shocked was an understatement. “How did you know?!”

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve never baked anything in our five years of friendship and suddenly it’s a whole batch, plus you didn’t want me to touch it before the game. Felt suspicious. But the biggest clue is that you still have the bag.”

“As always, you have an amazing sense of observation,” you muttered, quite embarrassed.

“Yes, and I’m far from being a potion expert, but I honestly believe that your love potion works perfectly.”

What?

He smiled faintly and turned back to the castle, leaving you puzzled and pensive. You didn’t say what kind of potion it was… How did he know?

Lost in thought, you barely reacted when the Slytherin team patted you on the back, thanking you for the cookies, on the way back to celebrate their victory.

Then, it hit you. You ran past the team when they arrived at the stairs, almost tripping over your feet. In your search for your best friend, you bumped into Subin in the Entrance Hall, walking towards the Great Hall.

“Subin?” you called, stopping in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“Never better. You?” Here it was. The genuine and cute smile.

“I’m okay. I don’t really know how to say this but… um…”

“You can tell me anything,” he assured.

“O—okay. I like… you.”

“You mean…” You nodded. He was confused for a few seconds. “Oh. I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m flattered but I don’t feel the same way.”

“Oh, I thought, you know, because you’re always smiling at me…”

“I’m a smiley giggling idiot, that’s for sure. But I’m like that with basically everyone. I’m sorry.” You knew he was genuine, and it somehow made the rejection more bearable.

“It’s alright, I feel better now that I told you.”

Awkward silence —especially on your part.

“You remember earlier when I said I had to talk to someone? Well, it was Chaeyoung. I like her and I don’t know, I just felt the urge to tell her.”

Oh.

“About that…”

“Yes?”

“It’s my fault. There was a love potion that makes you realize your feelings of some sort in the cookie. I wanted to see if you liked me without creating any false feelings. I’m so sorry, I… I shouldn’t have done that,” you muttered, staring at your shoes and picking at your clothes.

“… I see. Thank you for telling me. It’s unconventional for sure, but, thanks to you, I shot my shot.”

You felt like he only reacted that way because he was still under the effects of the potion and you hoped he wouldn’t hate you once it wore off.

“How did it go?”

“She said she liked me too. We’re going on a date tomorrow at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.”

“I’m happy for you. Honestly,” you smiled. If he wasn’t going to be happy with you, at least he would be with Chaeyoung, and who were you to hate them or try to change that?

“Thank you, and I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings.”

“No, please, don’t apologize, no one can control those.”

“Not that it changes anything, but I always thought you and Changbin were a thing.”

Wha–

“We’re just best friends.”

“I believe you,” he smiled then reassuringly squeezed your shoulder before finally entering the Great Hall.

You stayed there for a hot minute, mindlessly staring in the distance. Then did the stupidest thing you could do: avoid Changbin, and clearly not tell him about what just happened with Subin.

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A week later, the last match of the season opposing Gryffindor and Ravenclaw ended with Ravenclaw’s victory 420 to 310. Despite this win, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup with 910 points. Ravenclaw was close behind with 880 points, Slytherin next with 770 and then Hufflepuff with 470.

Chan made sure to tell Changbin how he was right about his house winning (see Jeongin’s) and when Changbin didn’t seem to hear, he asked what was wrong.

“Y/N is avoiding me.”

“What? Why?”

“Last week, they made a potion… for their crush, and I tasted it. It felt like my love for them only grew stronger —which I thought impossible—, and it made me want to scream how much I loved them. I stopped myself, of course, and that’s the last time we spoke.”

“Tough. Have you tried speaking to them?”

“You’re asking this as if it didn’t cross my mind in a whole week.”

“Mh… Bitter failure, then. Well, you’re in luck! I know a guy who knows a friend of Y/N.”

“I’m afraid to ask where this nonsense is going.”

“Hush. Just say the word and Y/N will probably listen to you.”

This was awfully mysterious. “Probably? How would you do that?”

“That’s for me to deal with and you to be ignorant about. So?”

Changbin sighed deeply, wondering what he did in his past life to deserve such a weird friend. “Okay. Thanks, Chan.”

“No problem, man. Just be in your common room before dinner tonight.

A whole week without speaking to your best friend was pretty hard, but trying not to crumble under tons of homework was harder. To this, Donghyun was a valuable friend. He helped you with every subject you had in common, which was really thoughtful of him.

“So, that’s why reparo can only work on non-edible objects,” your fellow housemate finished as you wrote down the end of his speech.

“Donghyun, you have no idea how thankful I am.” You put down your quill and threw your head back under the laughter of your friend.

“You say that every day.”

“And I mean it every time!”

“That’s kind of you. Tomorrow, same time?” he proposed as he suddenly got up, putting his stuff in his backpack.

“Sure…” you replied, looking at him suspiciously. He never acted like this before.

“Sorry, I have to go. Bye,” he waved at you then left the common room quickly.

Wondering why he left so abruptly, you didn’t notice someone else sitting next to you.

“Hey… Are you mad at me?”

The question taking you aback, you didn’t have it in you to flee again.

“Of course not, Binnie. I’m just embarrassed.”

“Why’s that?”

“Do I really have to remind you?”

He gave you a weak smile. “No…”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said as you played with the hem of your robe.

“Why did you, then?”

You sighed. “Subin doesn’t like me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Oh, don’t be. Some people are meant to stay unloved.” Changbin would’ve laughed at your dramatics, but it was a serious matter —for him at least.

“Uh, that’s not true. I believe everyone’s loved, it’s just that some don’t act on it.”

“Why?”

“… They’re scared of rejection. Or they have too much pride. They don’t want to ruin a friendship. They’d rather see the other happy with someone else than try to change how the person they love feels about them.”

Suspicious.

Oh, right. The reason why he knew it was a love potion: he liked someone.

“You seem to have thought about it a lot. Do you have feelings for someone, Binnie?”

“N—no, of course not.” The red of his cheeks told a different story.

“And you never knew how to lie. I’ll find out, loverboy.”

“I don’t like anyone!” he tried.

“Nah, I don’t buy that.”

“Would you look at that,” he looked at his watch, “it’s time for dinner.”

He regretted saying that the second he sat at the Slytherin table.

“Minho, do you know who Binnie likes? He denies it but I know he does.”

Minho gave a pointed look at your best friend but the latter just looked away.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Someone from your year probably.”

Changbin widened his eyes at Minho who didn’t give away any expression because you were looking at him.

“I knew it! Binnie, you sneaky imp, you won’t even tell your best friend!”

“I have my reasons,” he muttered as he avoided your gaze.

“What, is it Tzuyu?”

“No, no.”

“Wooyoung, then?”

“Uh, no.”

“Yeonjun?!”

“No!”

Minho deadpanned as you kept throwing names. You were so oblivious that it was painful for the two boys. Changbin was stammering but you could tell he was being sincere.

“Which house?” you asked Minho, knowing Changbin wouldn’t tell.

He hesitated. Their eyes met and they had a whole unspoken conversation. Finally, Minho turned to you.

“Slytherin.”

Happy, you scanned the table to see who it could be. “I’ll find out sooner or later!”

“Try a mirror,” Changbin wanted to tell you.

Desperately wanting to change the subject, he announced: “I think I’ll try out for the beater position next year.”

Right, it was Yugeom and Jeongguk’s last year at Hogwarts.

“It’s true you’re getting buff,” you commented, mindlessly feeling his arm with your fingers.

His face became so red, Minho laughed for a good minute after that, much to Changbin’s embarrassment and your confusion. “What did I do?”

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On a warm day of June, Changbin finally had enough. He had to let you know about his feelings.

He lowkey regretted not making you eat your own cookies back in May, and he couldn’t brew the potion himself, because he wasn’t fond of that subject. You were the genius there, not him.

The best way to make you realize your own feelings —friendship or love for him, any was fine but he had to know— was to ask you.

What, you thought he was gonna give an elaborate plan?

Changbin wasn’t the type to plan. He would cut to the chase and be honest. He hoped you would be too.

He had a small smile on his face while waiting for you in the common room. It widened when his eyes fell on your frame, then fell seeing Donghyun walking through the door after you. It wasn’t part of the plan image of your conversation he created in his mind.

To be fair, when asked to come, you said you were coming soon, but didn’t specify with who or what you were going to do. Now it was clear that the subject of your ‘visit’ was working on essays with your favorite tutor.

Fighting it was useless, Changbin’s jealousy was here to stay. He watched as you both sat at the large table in the middle of the room, putting your stuff out and starting to work on defense against the dark arts. He came closer, until you spotted him and shot him your best smile.

His heart pounded at this simple gesture. “Binnie! Come, we’re doing our essay on ghouls. Have you finished it?”

“Of course,” he answered, trying to sound smug, but the look of adoration you gave him weakened him, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Donghyun chuckled a bit at the scene, resulting in your best friend shooting him a glare. You could only amusedly smile at Changbin before reporting your attention to your parchment. He sat across from you, handing you his own neatly written essay.

“Don’t copy word for word,” he demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest before resting them on the table.

“I will only add the few facts I missed,” you promised, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and ears. Your parchment seemed not filled enough.

You worked for about two hours with Donghyun and your best friend was there the whole time, watching you guys write and helping here and there when he could. After your friend left under your thanks to go with other friends, Changbin took his place next to you, and fixed his robe’s sleeves.

“I need to ask you something.”

He seemed nervous, you noted. “I’m all ears.”

Here goes nothing.

“Do you still like Subin?”

Sorry, what? “Huh? Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he shrugged, but you noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“No.”

“Okay… do you like anyone else?”

“Yes.”

He swallowed audibly. “Who is the lucky one?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Here was your chance to discover if your early conversation with Donghyun was true.

“Tell you what?”

“Who you like.”

There was no escaping this, so he gulped and nodded, “Okay.”

You counted to three, and both said: “you.”

“Me?” Changbin’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“How thick is your damn skull? I mean I love you.”

“Wh– You…” You used the L word!!!! “You’re one to talk! I’ve loved you for years and you’ve never figured it out!”

“It’s true, I’ve been pretty clueless. But! Donghyun and I–” Changbin slightly grimaced at the name. “talked on our way here and he told me how everyone around us thought we were together,” you pointed a finger to the both of you, “him included.”

“Oh…”

You faced the table, reflecting on your oblivious actions.

“Subin too, by the way.”

“Y/N,” he softly called.

“So yeah, I guess I’m the last person to realize my feelings like a stupid kid.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry it took me this long, but hey, at least now you know.”

“Y/N!” he said firmly.

“Yeah?”

“Everyone is watching us right now…”

Indeed, as you looked around, you saw Slytherins of various years talking to each other, their eyes on you both. Your dramatic self had to say something.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you guys think this was a reality show? Are our lives that interesting compared to your boring ones? You better go elsewhere before my boyfriend and I hex the shit out of y’all!”

They quickly cleared out the room, some rolling their eyes and others with an amused smile on their faces. Minho came into view, displaying a knowing smirk as he walked to you. Changbin was as red as a rubis, shocked by what you just called him.

“Took you long enough, Y/N.”

Realization hit, your face and ears burned as you avoided facing any of the boys.

“Shut up, Minho.”

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List #75, Prompt #10 with Changbin. Love your writing so much btw!! 🫶🫶

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompt: "Can you two pretend to get along for just one night??"

Member: Seo Changbin

Relationship: Agent!FemReader x Agent!Changbin

Genre: Light Smut

Warnings: Guns, Violence, Blood

"Something to drink, ma'am?"

You wave away the waiter without a word, focusing in on the man across the room as he charms his way into another table's good graces with his good looks and smooth talk, this one full of the benefactors' aging wives.

You can't hear what he's saying from here, but one of the matrons blushes and another looks like she wants to eat him up on the spot, so he must be sweet talking them all to the max.

Fucker.

You're watching him lay a hand on one of the woman's backs, a hair too low to be appropriate, when the earpiece you wear squeals with feedback.

"Fuck." You swear beneath your breath and reach up to fiddle with the little device, wincing a bit as it continues to squeal and then falls silent.

"What the fuck was that, Seo?"

There's a pause, and then a deep voice grumbles through the earpiece, obviously irritated as hell, "How the fuck should I know? I'm not the tech expert here."

You make a face and picture flipping him off in your mind's eye.

Smoothing down your dress, you blow out a harsh breath and take another glance at your target.

He's moving on to the next table, continuing his little charade.

Your ass is going numb from sitting, but it's important you don't make your move until the time is right.

Waving away another incoming waiter, you stand from your position on the edges of the room and begin to slowly make your way in his direction, moving through the crowds at a leisurely pace, looking like you're doing nothing more than getting up to get some fresh air.

You can't afford to alert his suspicion. Not yet at least.

"Update?" The low voice from before demands in your ear, and you roll your eyes.

Speaking from the side of your mouth as you offer a passing woman an innocent smile, you murmur back, "Still here. Still schmoozing."

"Fucking hell." Your fellow agent swears, annoyance sweeping over his tone and making you bristle. "What're we waiting for then. Hwang, what's the fucking hold up?"

"Dude, I have no clue." Your tech support guy comes in over the earpiece now, clicking keys in the background, stationed in a nondescript white van just outside of the venue, running things from the sidelines. "Captain just said to wait a few."

You sigh and glance toward the guy once more, itching out of your skin to take the fucker down and put him where he belongs.

But the captain's word is law, and even you, or Seo in this instant, wouldn't dare going against it.

"Fine. We'll wait." You grit out through your teeth, finally reaching for a glass of champagne off a passing man's tray. "But I'm allowing myself a drink then."

The gun you wear holstered around your thigh beneath the overly fancy dress you wear is warm against your skin, begging to be used.

You can't wait to put a bullet in this motherfucker's head.

"Oh, before I forget to mention."

You focus back in as Hwang speaks again, low in your ear.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight, Agent (L/N)."

You grin, winking at one of the security cameras you pass, knowing he's looped into the feed and watching.

"Thank you, Hwang. I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Low standards." Seo mutters in a grumble.

"They have to be low when I work with you, otherwise I'm just constantly disappointed." You snap back.

You hear Hwang sigh, but it's clearly amused.

"Can you two pretend to get along for just one night?"

The answers are immediate.

"No."

"Fuck no."

Your target moves, headed toward the doors that lead to the outside veranda, and every muscle in your body tenses.

It's time.

Hwang and Seo are still bickering quietly in your ear.

"Shut the fuck up. Both of you." You command, already moving to follow the man before he gets out of sight. "Target is on the move. It's go time."

"Oh, fuck yeah." Seo growls, and you can hear him loading his gun through the sensitive ear piece. "Let's take this piece of shit out for good."

For once, you agree with him.

Following far enough behind the man, but still close enough to keep him in sight, you track him through the gardens, dark and cool, lit only by flaming torches curving along the winding path.

Fucking rich people.

He stops at a fountain in the middle of the large courtyard, and you duck behind a hedge groomed into the shape of a horse, pulling your gun out from the holster hidden on your thigh.

"Seo?" You question in a low voice, glancing around the bush to make sure your target hasn't moved.

"Yeah." He affirms, confirming he's also in position, and you take in a deep breath, raising your gun to eye level and taking the time to steady your shot.

"Remember, wait for the informant to appear. Then we fire together."

"Yeah, yeah." He grumbles back, and you hear him shift through the ear piece. "I remember the fucking plan, (L/N). This isn't my first rodeo."

You bite back a retort, glancing across to the man waiting beside the fountain.

A moment later, another man, one you recognize from the party, appears from the other path, walking forward to meet your target, hand outstretched.

Your finger flicks over the trigger, antsy to shoot.

"Wait-" Seo murmurs, and you hear his own gun cock into place.

You hold, aiming at the back of the target's head, not moving a muscle.

"Wait-"

The man shakes his informant's hand and they duck their heads together, having a low, serious conversation.

Something exchanges hands, you catch a silver glance in the moonlight, and your finger finds the cold, metal of the trigger.

"Now." Seo commands, and you shoot without another thought.

The target goes down, blood immediately blooming on the ground around his fallen body, followed closely by the informant, taken out by a bullet through his chest.

You let out the breath you've been holding, adjusting the silencer on your gun before you slide it back into the holster beneath your dress.

You stand after another moment of making sure there's no one else, and approach the two fallen men, stepping carefully around the puddles of blood.

Heels are notoriously hard to get stains out of.

Changbin appears from behind his own cover, stowing his gun and nudging the informant none too gently with the toe of his boot, a disgusted look on his handsome face.

"Fuckers. Thought no one would find out."

"Hm." You hum in agreement beneath your breath, crouching down to swipe the exchanged item from the fallen target's palm. "Too bad for them, we did."

Rolling the small, silver vial around in your hand for a moment, you stash it away in the pouch wrapped around your other thigh, straightening and brushing off your dress before you glance over at Changbin, already leaning over to grab the arms of the dead informant.

You arch a brow at him when he meets your gaze.

"You gonna help stash the bodies or what?"

You smirk. "Nah, here's the thing." You motion to the dress you wear. "I can't afford to get this dirty."

Changbin mutters something under his breath that sounds close to a curse word, and tosses the first body into the thick bushes off the beaten path.

When he returns to grab the second body, his palms are smeared with blood, and his perfectly coiffed hair is falling over his forehead in loose curls.

It's a good look on him, you admit.

He lifts the second body with a grunt and heaves it in after the first.

He returns to stand beside you, a look of open irritation on his face, but there's a sudden anticipation buzzing across your skin, having him this close, after what you just accomplished.

"Hwang." He glances sidelong at you, and his eyes are dark, darker than before.

"Yeah?"

"Targets are neutralized. Tell the captain we got the shit." He continues to hold your gaze, taking off the belt he wears, dropping his gun and holster onto the concrete ledge of the fountain.

"Oh thank god."

You don't back down, staring at him as he takes a step toward you, reaching out to pinch your chin between his fingers.

His hands are cold, and his eyes flash dangerously as they hold your own.

"We're going off grid for a bit."

"Wait, what, why-"

He reaches up and removes his ear piece, and then yours, in one easy movement, ignoring the tech's flustered questions, and fingers tightening on your chin, he leans forward and covers your mouth with his.

You reach up to steady yourself, palms on his broad chest, as he devours you, tongue licking into your mouth, backing you up against the ledge of the fountain.

"You know-" You breathe out, panting, as he breaks off the kiss and easily hoists you up onto the ledge at your back. "-this changes nothing."

He glances up at you from his position between your legs, sinking to his knees, as he bunches the yards and yards of fabric that make your dress up around your hips.

"You say that every time."

"Just reminding you." You smirk back, arching a brow.

"I don't need to be reminded." He quips back, leaning forward into your space, the feel of his hot breath on your inner thighs making you shiver. "I know what this is."

His fingers trail over the gun there, and a shudder of pleasure runs down your spine.

"What is it?" You challenge, slightly breathless, fingers going up to tangle in the curls of his hair, as he ducks his head and swipes his tongue up your inner thigh.

He chuckles, the sound making you clench, the wash of his breath making you hot, and gives you a finger.

You suck in a breath, and he glances up at you, eyes dark and triumphant.

"An adrenaline fuck. Nothing more."

Another finger, and you can't help the slight whimper that slips past your lips.

But you're also you, and Seo is him, so you have to push back a little bit.

"You have blood on your fingers." You point out needlessly, voice a huff, and he stands then, rising to his full height between your legs, though his hand remains where it is, sandwiched between your thighs.

His free hand tangles into the elegant updo of your hair, and he tugs your head back sharply, making you gasp, meeting his hot gaze.

His lips quirk into the hint of a smirk as he stares down at you.

"You can't complain." He murmurs, sliding his hand out of you, and holding up his wet, sticky fingers for you to see. "You've made a mess of your own after all.''

You level him with a glare, and lean up to connect your lips with his once more, this time, rougher than before, teeth and tongue and a clash of mouths that has you tasting copper, whether your own or his, you're not sure.

His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging at the roots somewhat painfully, and it sends a zing of lightening down your body as he groans into your mouth.

"Is that your gun against my thigh or are you just happy to see me?" You tease beneath your breath, lips brushing his own as you talk, fingers sliding down the sides of his neck to unbutton his dress shirt.

"You watched me take my gun off." He retorts back, though it's slightly hoarse, your fingers finding the planes of his bare chest.

"Ah, so I did."

Your fingers slide lower, undoing the closure of his pants, and he leans into you, tongue sliding between the seam of your lips, fingers finding you once more.

You let him, hard and ready, take you on the ledge of the fountain, as the blood from your previous targets pools on the ground around your feet.

And when you're done, you hop down without his help, straightening your dress and smoothing your hair, as you reach for your discarded ear piece.

Seo is buttoning up his dress shirt, reaching for his suit jacket and gun, straightening his own earpiece, when you say, "Hwang?"

"Oh thank god." You hear the tech swear, clacking keys in the background. "Where the fuck did you guys go? I was losing my mind over here!"

You glance across to Seo, who is tightening his belt around his waist, and he arches a brow at you, a smirk curving his lips, as he waits for you to respond, clearly hearing Hwang through his own earpiece.

You glare at him and clear your throat, and when you speak, your tone is normal, flat even.

"We had to finish the clean up. We're headed back to the van now."

You straighten the holster on your thigh.

There is a pause on the other end of the ear piece, and then Hwang asks lightly, teasing back, "So. Do you like each other any better now that the mission is over?"

Your eyes meet Seo's. He's still got some of your lipstick smeared across his cheek.

The answers are instant.

"No."

"Fuck no."

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Dahyun x M Reader - “Everlasting Love”

HAPPY 50K READS TO THIS BOOK AND HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY TO OUR JJANG DUBLANGDUNGIE BABY SUPERHERO, KIM DAHYUN! #HAPPYDAHYUNDAY2023💞🎈🎉

New update with a new genre that I'll be trying here for the first time in my book! Pardon me if it's lacking magic, I still did my best to tell and explain the story clear and precise like I always do because that's what it matters the most for me.

Oh, and also. Beware because for sure, some of you while reading this would feel very uncomfy and sensitive at the "backstory" part. So... I have to put another trigger warning for you guys. Don't worry with th story being mixed with angst, because the ending itself anyway will be a fluff!

Lastly, you will be portraying here with a name "Yoon Seo-joon". This is also my first story here that you as a reader wouldn't be required to use your own name. Also, this is going to be narrated in a third-person perspective and one of my longest one-shots in this book.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of murder and rape.

A fine Saturday morning has became a start of another busy days for Detective Yoon Seo-joon when he received a duty calls coming from his station who assigned him a new case to work in.

Driving his Toyota Corolla Red 2018, he drove through the location where the said report originated. His car's acceleration slowed down, granting him to peek at the arch gateway that says "Gyeonggi-do", one of the villages here in the city of Seongnam, South Korea.

The guard performed a quick monitoring on him, immediately allowing him to enter when he presented the guard his police badge and license along with his own reason that concerns this place.

He continued to roll the wheel while keeping himself guided by the navigation map. Shortly after, the destination welcomes him as he finally arrived at this one particular spot where he could park his car safely while the person who wants to meet him is just right there waiting for him patiently.

Stepping out of the car, Seojun grasped his keys and took some belongings with him that would be needy in his investigation as he approached the villager anticipating to meet him.

"Glad that you agreed to spare some time for us to meet, detective. I'm Moon Hae-il.", the man initiated a handshake to the official who gratefully accepted.

"No worries, it's just simply part of my job to entertain some clients." Seojun smiled and gave a modest nod. "And I'm Detective Yoon Seojun, the one who will take over and help you with this report you sent to us."

"Thank you so much, detective. We are really in desperate need of assistance about this problem that currently occurs in our neighborhood here." Hae-il said with anxiety in his tone of voice.

"As what the report mentions here, you said that there's an ongoing disturbance being caused by one of the residents here that affects you and the others around here. Mind if you elaborate more? Like, what is this? Is this resident consist of a family who some sort of like fight often?"

"Actually, no detective." Hae-il shook his head, denying the guess. "They aren't a family. In fact, I don't even know how can I tell you this without being sounding... weird."

"What? Why did you think so?" Seojun furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"It's not a they, detective. It's just a single person. A she."

"And where's the weird part there?"

Hae-il didn't replied and instead gulped his throat. He sighed before looking again at Seojoon. "Just follow me please."

Seojoon squinted his eyes as he walked behind Hae-il still trying to process and wonder why does this villager seemed so bothered and nervous discussing about that certain matter. He observes the rest of the citizens who are just peacefully doing their random things while the others are looking at him and Hae-il, probably understanding what they're going to do today.

Hae-il and Seojoon stops in front of a locked huge metal gate that secures what it seems to be an unoccupied manor. The ambience is eerie and quiet, only the sounds of rustling trees, his and Hae-il breaths joining the whip of the cold wind and the gate being unlocked with a twist of the key.

The two entered the property. Seojoon quickly stated his observation at the situation around here. "Why did we just came here without the occupant's permission? Is she not at home?"

Hae-il paused his steps and slowly turned at Seojoon with a troubled expression. "That's the weird part, detective. She's here and definitely even right now, but... we couldn't see her."

Seo-joon became more puzzled, his frown deepened at what the complainant is pertaining. "What?"

"I'm telling you detective that, we are dealing with something paranormal here."

Seojoon's eyes largened as he stared at Haeil in disbelief after hearing that today's investigation to kickoff his new case to solve would be very unique and completely contrast to the previous ones he had before... because this time, the alleged suspect was revealed to be someone who doesn't truly exist anymore but the presence remains unrest.

"Wait wait, hold on." Seojoon chuckled, hands forward as he gestured on Haeil. "You're telling me that you made me come all the way here to ... to do not just an ordinary investigation for a criminal case, but a ghost hunting?"

"I-I told you it would be weird, and I'm not forcing you to help us detective but we would very appreciate if you do. This is something that puts us haunted every single night and we can't live pleasantly not when this keeps occuring." Haeil said, rising intonation of voice gets obvious with the way he's sounding like as if he's pleading for Seojoon to stay.

To be honest, Seojoon was hesitant to proceed with this case; since this is first time that he would face something like this alone and without any colleague to be there on his side; but hearing Haeil's actual condition along with the people of Gyeonggi about this phenomenon is effectively convincing him to learn more about this case and take the opportunity for a new experience to have.

He took this dream job of his with one purpose, and that is to serve and provide the need of assistance to people who rightfully needs it as soon as possible. Declining this case would make it feel for Seojun as if he's abandoning that responsibility and betraying his role that has been smooth and clean since the past few years when he became a detective.

Forming up his final decision, he sighed and looked at Haeil intently as he takes off his notepad and ballpen.

"Tell me more about it."

Haeil huffed in relief and tenderly smiled at Seojoon while clutching his hands together in result of a granted hope. "Thank you so much, detective! This means a lot to us." Seojoon just nodded, silently appreciating the grateful reaction to his service in response.

"So uhm to answer your question detective, some of us who lives near this house shared that they sometimes hear a screaming and wailing with a woman-like sound; which led us to think that the ghost who haunts this house is a woman."

"And they mostly hear it at night?"

"Yes."

Seojoon gritted his teeth, just imagining about it sends chills already down to his spine.

"What more instances they encountered this strange act?"

"Some residents who walked or pass through the entrance would just randomly hear a loud banging from the door, even their children told them that while they're playing few inches away from here, they said they had a glimpse of a shadowy figure of that woman standing in the window." Haeil additionally explained.

"Jesus, poor kids. They must be terrified." Seojoon reacted while he takes down notes in his notepad.

"Indeed they are. They became terrified too. Now barely all of us couldn't dare to stand close in this place, even me... but I don't have any choice. I own this so I had to."

"Wait, you are the landlord of this house and lot?"

"Yes, detective. This belongs to other properties that I own and sell in this village, but ofcourse; this turned out to be my most cursed possession." Haein said in dismay as he glances at the exterior of the structure. "I do admit that I'm planning to demolish this house, maybe to set that spirit free... but what I heard from their stories prompted me to hold it for a while, and that brought me here with you today detective."

"What did the residents mentioned to you also?"

"They said that they can specifically hear only one word throughout those screams that woman creates: help." Haeil said. Seojoon looked at him curiously. "So I figured that maybe... whoever that woman is, she's sending us signal in request to help her about something...

"Justice." Seojoon interrupted. "It's making sense to me now. You summoned me here to take the job by bringing that to whoever this woman who seems to be a lost soul of a victim that either coincidentally took place in your land."

Haein got shocked and nervous. "You're saying that... there's a possible crime of murder that happened here?"

"You don't know?"

"No. I have no idea, I truly believed that my house is perfectly fine and cozy for people who wants to live there... and they seem to be alright without any intentions of murdering somebody and stain blood on my property." Haeil neglected.

"There's more than meets the eye, Haeil." Seojoon reminded. "And looks can fool us anytime, because we couldn't read what they've been hiding deep inside that differs from what they show from the outside."

Seojoon steps closer at the staircase that leads to the door that has been barricaded with planks of wood. "From now on, I'm considering this to be a crime scene. Don't allow anyone to enter this place, I want you to guard this okay?"

"O-okay."

"And also... can you remove these for me? I would like to begin my investigation right now."

Haein got shocked, he went towards Seojoon with fear and worry in his eyes. "B-but detective? Are you sure about this?"

Seojoon released an assuring nod. "I'll be fine, Haein. I won't let myself be harmed not until we help that woman gets what she deserves."

"O-okay, detective. I'll be right back, I'll just gonna go get my tools." Haein excused himself before leaving Seojoon for a while, allowing the tensed yet prepared detective to remember he first set of informations he received that would hugely contribute to the unfolding of this mysterious case.

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"Be safe, detective."

Haeil wished him luck before he lets Seojoon to enter the abandoned manor by himself while he remained outside to wait.

Bringing the flashlight with him, Seojoon switched it on and lights up the areas he peeks into as he began to examine the place. He checks all of the things, even the walls and the floor of every rooms.

The first floor was clear, Seojoon climbs to the next stage but just as he was in the middle of the stairs; he heard something that halted his footsteps and had his entire body shiver.

A sound of a woman humming softly can audibly heard slightly from one of the rooms upstairs.

Heartbeat rising, chest pounding, sweat dripping fast as Seojoon cautiously finished the last remaining set of steps before stepping in the second floor. He listened to the sound again and he noticed that the direction is coming from the left side, at the very end of the hallway.

"God, I pray for your protection. I lend you my trust to lure me away from danger." Seojoon muttered as he performed a sign of the cross before he deeply huffed and slowly trailed the path.

Directing the light to the doorway of the room, he observed that it was narrowly opened. The mix of discomfort and fright builds up inside of Seojoon. He breathed twice before courageously opened the door.

In his surprise as he entered, he didn't expected what happened next.

The famously talked ghost lady of the Gyeonggi village is standing face to face with him, near at the windows; wearing a complete white dress that almost identical to how pale her skin was.

She was standing there, looking straight at Seojoon who froze at what he's witnessing.

"I see you've been looking for me." the ghost lady said before she timidly smiled.

"H-holy shit, she's indeed here..." Seojoon whispered as he fell in the ground and stumbled at his movements while keeping his eyes in horror at her. The rumors in this village were true, because of that Seojoon has literally encountered a ghost for the first time in his whole life. The paranormal is real, he thought.

"W-wait! Don't go!" the lady pleads as she quickly slammed the door with an extraordinary force, preventing Seojoon to leave. "I won't hurt you, please."

"I-I won't, I swear. You don't have to do... that." Seojoon said while trembling, stunned at what the lady just did beyond natural in front of her. "I just came here to help and t-to look for you."

"H-help?" The lady repeated, unsure of what she just heard.

Seojoon nodded. "I am. The villagers called me here to investigate about your recent unusual activities that brings them unsettled, and we figured out that you must be in desperate need of help."

The woman suddenly choked in her tears as she covered her mouth. "H-help... oh my god, they heard me. They finally did."

"Yeah... and I'm here for you not to wait any longer. I'm here to offer you assistance by solving this case of yours. I just want you to do the same for me." Seojoon calmly replied.

The woman nodded and sniffed out her tears before wiping them off. Seojoon felt his heart ached at the sight of this poor woman. He didn't expected to feel this amount of sincerity and awfulness for whatever this lady has gone through that led her to be like this because of some horrible demise she faced before, especially when he couldn't disagree that this lady looks very pretty and carefree.

"I-I will help you. That's the only thing I want. I didn't intend to scare anyone, I just don't know how if I'm like this." the woman traced her appearance.

"I understand, and that's good to hear that you'll be cooperating. We'll solve this together, alright?" The woman nodded.

"I'm Detective Yoon Seojoon, what's yours?"

"D-Dahyun. K-Kim Dahyun."

The detective smiled in satisfaction, finally learning the identity of this ghost lady. "Nice to meet you, Dahyun. Standing here, meeting you personally... you don't look actually horrifying at all as what others might claim to be."

Dahyun removed her hands away from her face to look at Seojoon clearly while showing a little smile of appreciation to his compliment. "I like it, detective. Thanks for the kind words."

He looked at his wristwatch to monitor the time. "I guess this will do for now. I have to go home now, Dahyun but trust me, I'll be back here tomorrow to officially start investigating this case. Sounds good?"

Dahyun nodded her head and gently smiled. "It is. Goodbye and... thank you so much for doing this, detective."

"Just getting the job done, Dahyun. You're welcome and goodbye." Seojoon reciprocated Dahyun's smile before he opened the door and turn around to see Dahyun who is just watching his departure while still standing nicely in her position.

Seojoon left the manor with surreal feeling at everything that happened within a span of hours in his entire weekend. To summarize, he just opened up to volunteer a new case, arrived at the place where he met his client who informed him that it wouldn't be just a normal case... but rather a paranormal related one which is a first to his career and lastly, he freaking just met the same ghost lady that the village talks about and formed an alliance with her to find out who's behind of her mysterious death.

"Detective, how did it went?" Haein said as he hurriedly stood up from sitting in one of the rocks outside.

"I got enough of what I need for now. I'll return here tomorrow, so leave the door unlocked only for me, okay?" Seojoon commanded. Haein nodded in compliance.

The detective bid farewell as he rode his car and drove back to the police station where he slumped his head on the steering wheel for a moment to sink in everything that he confronted today before entering the said place.

He went to his office, placing out his notes and began typing on his computer to search for articles involving the disappearance of Kim Dahyun.

He did found some results and discovered that her friends filed a missing case 5 years ago, and the place that points to her last whereabouts was the exact house Dahyun's spirit remains trapped.

Due to this, it made Seojoon conifident that the house had a dark past that no one were able to know before; and the only one who can revisit despite how tragic and devastating it may be has to be the victim herself for the sake of closing the case in good terms.

Few days later, Seojoon returns to the village to visit the house and arrange another meetup with Dahyun. He couldn't help but to find it strange that he's literally talking with a ghost for an interrogation.

As he reached the front of the room where he saw Dahyun last time, he viewed her sitting on the floor and just staring weakly at the window, her arms placed atop of her knees.

Seojoon became aware of how lonely and exhausted Dahyun must've been day and night sending help to anyone who couldn't even see her with naked eyes while trapped alone.

This house became her prison for 5 years, and Dahyun doesn't deserve none of it. She just wants to be free, and Seojoon became motivated to do his best to grant what she desires.

"Hi, Dahyun." Seojoon greets her carefully, not wanting to surprise her and ruin her moment of silence.

She turned around, faced Seojoon and slowly stood up in which she greeted her back. "You did came back, detective."

Seojoon nodded. "I'm a man of my words."He strolled around the room and checked the furnitures and the interior design. "So yesterday, I did some research about you."

"What does it say?"

"There were news about your disappearance but it wasn't ruled that there's a killing involved. Your friends reported that to the police." Seojoon said, placing his hands on his pockets. "Do you remember some of your friends?"

Dahyun's face lit up. "Y-yes! I do, there are 8. Some of them were my classmates from the same campus, others aren't."

"Can you give me their names?"

"Im Nayeon, Yoo Jeongyeon, Hirai Momo, Minatozaki Sana, Park Jihyo, Myoui Mina, Son Chaeyoung and Chou Tzuyu." Dahyun enumerated. "But of all them though, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were my first found and closest friends. They're the ones who introduced me to the rest."

"Noted that. I'll consider it." Seojoon said as he wrote at the notepad. "Later or tomorrow, I'll try to look and visit for their home address. I would like them to be part of my interrogation also, especially that two."

Dahyun nodded and hummed knowledgeably. "Y-you're going to talk to them..."

"I am."

"T-then, can I ask a favor?"

Seojoon looked at Dahyun curiously. "What is it?"

"Can you ask them what do they have to say for me now that I'm g-gone...?" Dahyun stuttered. "I don't know... I just want to know if they still can remember me these days." She frowned, lowering her head.

Seojoon approached Dahyun, he was going to grab her shoulder in comfort but realizes that he couldn't touch her due to her ghostly figure, so he brought it down and just looked at Dahyun warmheartedly as much as he can to convey his emotions.

"I'll ask them, and expect their messages once I return. I know they haven't forgotten you yet, Dahyun. You seem like a really great friend to have with, and your memories that you created with them will definitely always be there in their heart and mind... because you cemented yourself as one of the person who became a part of their life."

Dahyun raised her look and stared at Seojoon breathtakingly. She found his look to be calm, kind and comforting that were willing to be expressed solely for her who needed it on her toughest times.

"Don't be sad, Dahyun. Be positive, please. If they are unlike to what we expect them to be, we wouldn't be able to solve this case once and for all."

Dahyun traced her dress and stood straight to compose herself, erasing the uneasiness she feels from the overthinking she did. "O-okay. You were right. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Seojoon then glanced back at his notepad.

"Dahyun, you said you couldn't remember what happened to you right?"

"Yeah. I have no idea, but I could describe that I don't feel like I belong here."

Seojoon squinted his eyes and cupped his chin. "Hmmm... I have my theories gathering up on my mind, but I'll save that for now. What's important here is that we continue to push forward with the progress and soon, we can finally unveil what led to your disappearance, Dahyun."

He inserted his notepad and ballpen back in his pockets and walked back at the doorway, but Dahyun called him from behind. "Detective!"

"Yes?"

"I just want to say that... I trust you a lot, because you've been such a good person to me. Take care as always, please."

Seojoon grinned at Dahyun and tilted his head away to avoid showing how obvious he got fluttered at her uplifting words.

"Y-yeah. You are too, Dahyun. And thank you for that, you truly encouraged me to keep on working hard." They both smiled and stared at each other for a while until Seojoon regained his senses back after being too indulged with the ethereal sight he had.

"I-I'm going out. See you again, Dahyun."

"Bye, detective."

Seojoon exits the room. As he makes his way downstairs, he grasped onto his chest while he reflects about this undescribable feeling that fills upon his heart.

Meanwhile at the same time, Dahyun viewed the scenery out of the window while having your image stuck in her head as she couldn't help but to think about you in sudden.

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The next day, Seojoon left his house early. It was supposed to be a continuation of his investigation that he'll manage immediately but after the realization last night via phone call he received before he sleeps, he reconsidered his schedule for today by visiting a familiar place first.

Seojoon was granted access to get the gates openes up for him, he drove the car inside and parked. His arrival stole the attention of someone close to him who lives in here. As he hopped out, a little girl sprinted out and jumps on Seojoon with glee.

"Seojoon oppa!"

"Hi buddyyy!" Seojoon squatted to match her height as they hugged at each other.

"I missed you, oppa. Where did you go?" The kid frowned, making Seojoon guilty for his msitakes.

"I'm just too busy with work, buddy. I may disappeared but I never forgotten you, okay? It's just that my visit turned out to be earlier than I expected because you gave me a call last night."

"Sorry, oppa. Did I distracted you-"

"No, not at all Dahye. Don't think like that. Dahye-ssi will never be a disturbance to Seojoon-oppa. Got it?" He said while gently wiggling both of her arms.

Dahye giggled adorably and nodded back at her big cousin. "Are we going to play today, oppa?"

"If that's what you want, then let's go!" Dahye cheered happily while exclaiming a "yay!" sound as she loved spending a funtime with her beloved cousin and brother-like figure.

Seojoon stood up and holds Dahye's hand. They were about to enter the house when a middle-aged man appeared, blocking the way as he watched him and Dahye cheerfully walking together.

"Seojoon, you came."

"Hello, ahjussi." Seojoon bowed respectfully on his uncle.

"I didn't even know you'll be here. How are you doing these days?" He asked as the two were now closer at each other.

"I'm good. Busy as usual, I got a new case in hand." Seojoon answered. "But it looks like your daughter here couldn't wait anymore. She wanted to meet me sooner than later." He ruffled the girl's hair and cuddled her beside...

"I can't blame her, she always mentions you everytime while asking me when you will come back. Weeks ago wasn't enough, I suppose. She loves you so much that's why she enjoys being with you always."

The uncle stepped aside as he guided him and Dahye to enter the house. "Come in, boy. Did you have breakfast?"

"Not yet, ahjussi."

"Perfect. Join us to eat on the table! Right at the time, I bought many ingredients from grocery yesterday so we have more to eat today." His uncle says as all of them sat in the dining table while the maids served the foods one by one.

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In the midst of his playtime with Dahye, Seojoon checks the time on his phone in which brought him to stand up and pull out the keys from his pocket. The kid saw his actions and recognized what he's about to do.

"You're leaving again, oppa?"

Seojoon tightlipped at Dahye sitting on the floor, frowning while hugging her doll. "I'm sorry, Dahye-nah. I still have work to do for today. Oppa can't stay here long." he said apologetically.

He noticed her burying her face on the fluffy head of her stuff toy to hide her sadness. Seojoon sighed and goes near at the sulking Dahye.

"Your birthday is on next week, right?"

Dahye didn't respond, but that didn't stop Seojoon from sharing what's in his mind for that day.

"I'm treating you outside, you can pick whatever you want to do. Oppa is going to catch up with you, okay? We're going to celebrate your birthday without any rush." Seojoon suggested.

"You're sure, oppa?"

"Yeah. I don't want to make my sweet little princess' birthday incomplete without having me you know?"

Seojoon watched her gloomy face slowly reverted back to a delighted mood as she leaned her face away from the dool and looked at him. "Okay, I can't wait oppa!"

Relieved that he managed not to upset his beloved cousin, Seojoon hugged Dahye and kissed his crown. "See you on your birthday, Dahye. Oppa has to go now. Bye!"

"Bye, oppa! Thank you for coming!"

Afterwards, Seojoon bids farewell to his uncle as he enters his car and read his notepad, keeping him reminded of the task he had to be done before the day ends.

With the help of one of the teams in the department who are in charge of tracking down locations, Seojoon was able to receive the address where the names Chou Tzuyu and Son Chaeyoung currently lives, which transported him to the city of Seoul, the capital of South Korea.

Seojoon came in the front of the right house he's supposed to pay a visit. He clicked the doorbell and waited for anyone at home to entertain his call.

Fortunately, there's one. It was the girl named Chaeyoung who is wearing a plain oversized t-shirt and some jogging pants like a typical house attire. She holds the door as she observes the appearance of Seojoon standing in her doorway.

"Hello and good morning, my name is Yoon Seojoon. I am a detective."

"What can I help you with, detective?" Chaeyoung nonchalantly asked.

"I'm came here to ask you some questions about the disappearance of Kim Dahyun. Your connection with the victim led me to you, miss Son."

Chaeyoung gasped as she glared at Seojoon in bewilderment. Her grip on the door shuddered a little as well as the emotions getting into her after hearing that name from somebody for such a long time, might as well coming from the police itself.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not interested to talk about it."

Chaeyoung was about to shut the door, but Seojoon attempts to prevent it by calling her again not to let go of her attention. "Wait! Miss Son, I came here to help. Please, perhaps... you may want to take a look at this."

Chaeyoung glanced back at Seojoon, who is now offering her a piece a paper. She takes it and discovered it wasn't just a paper, but something more that holds dear in her heart.

"I got this from my research. I know you and Dahyun were close friends and... I hope I can convince you through this to cooperate with me. I know you're just like me who wants to explore more about Dahyun's case."

Listening through his voice, Chaeyoung could tell that the detective was sounding very genuine and optimistic; exactly what she needed back then when they were anticipating for anyone to take her friend's case seriously.

She looks back at the picture. It shows her, Tzuyu and Dahyun in a beach all doing a pose together. "You're right. This one's special to me. It was our first getaway trip when we were only three in our group at that time." Chaeyoung expressed a bittersweet recollection.

"I-I'm sorry, detective. I-I... just couldn't believe someone... someone in the police would revisit and take control of my friend's case. It's been 5 years and up to this day we're still begging for her justice, and here you are..." Chaeyoung said as she started to tear up. Seojoon respectfully remained silent to let the girl spill out the burden that's been dragging her down since Dahyun vanished.

She sniffed, swiping her tears that ran across her cheek as she spreaded the gap of the door further to give way for the detective. "I-I'll talk. I'll answer your questions. Please, come in."

"Thank you, Miss Son." Seojoon bowed courteously.

"Just call me Chaeyoung."

As Seojoon stepped in, Chaeyoung closed the door and shouted somebody's name who is also present with them. "Tzuyu! We hve a guest!"

"Coming! Who is it!"

Tzuyu walked out of her room and the sight of Chaeyoung with a stranger greeted her. "Uhh..."

"Good morning, I assume you're Ms. Chou Tzuyu. I'm Detective Yoon Seojoon, in charge for the missing case of your friend, Kim Dahyun."

Tzuyu's eyes widened in surprise and all she could do was to look at Chaeyoung who is nodding her head to make her understand the situation abruptly.

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"Is this where Dahyun lives?"

Seojoon asked as he presented the picture of the abandoned manor to Chaeyoung and Tzuyu. The two peeked at it and seemingly distinguished the content.

"Yes, but that wasn't her own." Chaeyoung answered. "She doesn't live there alone nor have her family with her actually."

"Her parents died when she was in highschool at that time. Her relatives took the responsibility of raising Dahyun but if we're not mistaken, she left them because they were strict and not kind-hearted." Tzuyu added.

"She approached us and we learned about her situation. We offered her help, she did took it appreciatingly. It didn't last long, however."

"Dahyun told us that she wants to try surviving on her own, so she applied for a part-time job as a maid to earn allowance for her studies."

Seojoon wrote all of the key points in his notes. "So, Dahyun lived in that manor temporarily as part of her requirement as a maid?"

"I guess so. She never invited us to visit her place to hang out, but we did brought her there once when we all came home together from class." Tzuyu replied.

"I see." Seojoon muttered. "Wait, so if she's a maid, then technically there has to be the original residents of that manor whom Dahyun works for. Do you guys know them?"

"Not specifically. We never got to see them up close." Chaeyoung shook her head. "But I do remember that Dahyun mentioned once that it was a family, and she takes care of a little girl who is the daughter of that family which she befriended with."

"Yeah, she always admire that kid, calling her cute, how bubbly she is and more." Tzuyu continued. "Well, Dahyun loves children, that's why."

Seojoon smiled at that information. He found a similarity with Dahyun in which he could relate with. "Alright, last question. When was the last time you saw her?"

Chaeyoung and Tzuyu's face demeanor transformed into a dull and bland one. It had Seojoon perceived that it wasn't a happy memory that Dahyun left for them before her unexpected disappearance. "It was at the campus. We were eating street foods outside when suddenly Dahyun just received a notification coming from that family I guess.", says Chaeyoung.

"She didn't told us what happened because she quickly said goodbye and ran away to us, but she did revealed it the day after through our group chat."

"What did she say?"

"She told us that she couldn't come with us because she's grieving along with the family while doing her job to serve the visitors on the funeral."

"Wait, come again?" Seojoon pursed his head forward and stared deeply at Tzuyu with knitted eyebrows. "A funeral? To who?"

"She said that the little girl she's taking care of died in an accident. The family didn't took it very well, since it was their only child... especially the father who always wanted to have a daughter."

Seojoon's heart ached at the story. It truly hurts him whenever he finds a child being in an inevitable danger that none were deserving to be part of. He huffed in the air for a second before drinking the glass of water that Chaeyoung and Tzuyu offered to him before they started the interrogation, in an attempt to erase the horrible what ifs of having Dahye getting put in that kind of scenario.

"Are you okay, detective?"

"Y-yeah, sorry. It's just... I'm sensitive on hearing kids being on unfortunate events, whether it costs them life or not." Seojoon cleared his throat and fixed his composure. "And whatever happened to Dahyun that will tie us to these information you lend to me, I couldn't be much more devastated for her too."

He stood up from his seat and presented his hand. "Thank you so much again for your cooperation Miss Tzuyu and Miss Chaeyoung. You two don't know how big of a contribution this is for the solving of Dahyun's case. You guys helped her again as usual."

"What can we say, we loved Dahyun more than just a friend. She was like a sibling, a sister to us." Tzuyu said. "And wherever she may be today, I hope she's at peace."

Seojoon tightlipped and looked away at Tzuyu for a while. "Not yet, but we'll get there... soon." he whispered.

"Uhm, before I go... can I ask one more thing?"

"What is it detective?" Chaeyoung pondered.

"If Dahyun's watching us today, what do you guys want to say to her?"

Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked at each other before sighing heavily. "Dahyunnie, if you can hear us, we just want to say that... we miss you everyday. A lot."

"Just the little things we do together, we revisit it frequently as our way to remember you. And... o-oh God, it's still so hard for us to not have you on our side anymore. Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, the girls weren't still used of your absence, Dahyun-ah. Your contagious laugh, your positivity, your wholehearted personality. When our shining light was taken away from us, it felt like we're forever living in a colorless world; and we wouldn't be contented accepting that fact forever, Dahyun.

Thank you for existing in our life as our friend, tofu. Someday, when we all fly up there; we'll get to see each other again and reunited, and we will all have fun together just like the good old days where nothing can go wrong that will separate one of us from each other anymore. We couldn't wait for that to happen."

Chaeyoung and Tzuyu couldn't contain their tears as they sobbed harder at their longing messages for their bereaved friend. Seojoon got teared up at their bittersweet and emotional words. He expressed his sympathy by coming up near to them and enveloped them in a comforting embrace.

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Dahyun was overwhelmed and touched at what Seojoon informed to her about what Chaeyoung and Tzuyu wanted to say to her in the aftermath of her passing. Seojoon is once again frustrated and dismayed that he couldn't get to hug Dahyun to make the consolation easier, as all he could do was to watch her cry out loud while their messages sink into her.

Seojoon also told her about the new informations he gathered regarding a piece of backstory of her past life and the manor she's locked into. That helped Dahyun to regain some memories of what she had when she was living and shared it to him right away.

Seojoon and Dahyun's conversation went longer than expected, as Seojoon just listened to Dahyun's stories about how she and the girls first met, how they supported her for the decision of taking the job and the experiences she had as a maid; in which she enjoyed because of the same reason as what Chaeyoung and Tzuyu mentioned: the little girl.

Dahyun described that she felt like a big sister she never got the chance to be for her own family because she never got a sibling. Although, the happiness didn't last long for their bond when Dahyun became one of those who suffered from the death of that girl, and possibly led to her own downfall.

As she was finished talking, Seojoon made it fair by inserting another topic for her and Dahyun to converse with. Each time passes and it was all worth it, they were too indulged with their interesting interaction that they never even gave a damn anymore for now at whatever that is happening outside the manor.

Dahyun enjoyed talking with Seojoon, for the first time since being a ghost she never felt confined and alone. Same as what could tell for Seojoon to himself, Dahyun is indeed a very entertaining and nice to hang out with. He has never been this happy to anyone else other than her cousin Dahye.

As of now, Dahyun and Seojoon were both laying down on the floor, staring the window that relfects the sunset outside. They just took a little break from the non-stop talking they had.

"Dahyun."

"Hmm?"

"I just wanna ask, if I fail to spend more time with my loved ones; does that make me a horrible person?"

Dahyun looked at him who is still steadily watching from afar. "What makes you say so?"

"I don't know, I just envy you. You get to set time for your friends while being occupied with your duty of taking care that girl and focusing on your studies. You manage to maintain yourself available and flexible while me... I couldn't do it properly."

Seojoon sighed, he sat up and tangled his arms around his knees. "I always believed that work was always the most important thing that keeps me alive. I wasn't like this before. I thought having friends or family is the one thing that makes you motivated and dedicated to keep on living for another day, but instead every single one of them abandoned me."

"I only had my work who stayed by my side, so I became even more hardworking and busy. None of people around me could keep in touch with me that would surpass an hour. In short, I'm too insufferable and boring, and I couldn't care less about it."

"Not until when suddenly I got to meet with my remaining relatives. I got uncle and my little cousin. Her name's Harin. I didn't know that when I got to be close with them, especially her... I began to reconsider things. To spend more time at other things than work. And I found Harin to be very valuable and special to me."

Dahyun witnessed Seojoon as he started to choke and sniff, sign of her impending wails that's urging him because of the increasing emotions he's trying to endure. "But I was left confused in the end. Why does when I started to change for myself and for her, the world would just randomly chose to fuck my fate after? That she has just became one of the people in my life who will just instantly left me after pouring my love and care to them."

Seojoon cried harder on his knees. Dahyun sat upright and looked at him worriedly. "After she died, I never tried to the fullest to allow time with other things than work. But these days, it scares me that when Dahye got to be closer to me... if I let myself get attached to her too, she would just leave me just like the rest of them."

Dahyun nodded understandably at his reasons. "So do you mean that, it's what that holds you back from meeting her often?"

Seojoon nodded. Dahyun hummed and sat near beside Seojoon. "Everything is meant to happen, Seojoon; and I hate to say this to you but, that's what I could tell the same for your family, friends and Harin."

"But, just like what the saying says. when a door closes, another one opens. Opportunities are endless, Seojoon. And you must take it bravely because you wouldn't know when would that be given to you again. It could be just once and Dahye could also be the last, Seojoon."

"I say, you should not resist or restrict yourself after what happened to you. Don't take it as a failure, Seojoon. Let that be an encouragement for you to keep moving forward and continue what you love to do, and that is to become something meaningful in others lives.

Sometimes, things that disappear were meant to be replaced. It all leads you to Dahye, and just like what I said Seojoon. Life is unpredictable, you don't know if everything that we have could be our last. So, I suggest you should continue expressing yourself to the fullest of being a loving cousin for Dahye... before either she won't exist no one enters your life anymore as much important as her.

Seojoon wipes off the tears in his eyes and looked at Dahyun, agreeing at her advice. "I understand now. You're right, Dahyun. I'm sorry if I had to say this to you..."

"It's no problem, Seojoon. I'm grateful that you treated me to be a trustworthy person who you can reply on opening up your problems you couldn't share easily to others, and I'm glad that I could help." Dahyun grinned.

Seojoon shortly smiled at her humble statement. He straightened his seating posture, extending his legs to the floor with his hands supporting his upper body. He glanced at Dahyun and wandered around her facial features The unspoken feeling that distracts him is detectable again to him.

"Hey, enough crying. Cmon, follow me. Let's do one more thing before you go home." Dahyun hurriedly stood up and gestures him to do the same.

"What is it?"

"You'll see. Hurry up, slowpoke." Dahyun giggled which brought Seojoon to chuckle at her adorable antics.

Dahyun walks out of the room and Seojoon followed her from behind. They reached downstairs and went at the widest room in the entire section, located at the very end next to the living room.

"Sit here." Dahyun said after she sat at one of the chairs of the piano which includes to one of the things that were left unmoved here in this house.

Seojoon and Dahyun are now sitting side by side, facing the piano altogether. "I remember how much I loved playing this piano when I was still living and serving my time here as a maid. I mostly spend my free time improving my piano skills."

"You know how to play piano?"

Dahyun hummed. "Yup! I dreamt once of becoming a successful musician... or a pianist, you know. Piano has became my favorite musical instrument so tonight, let me console you by playing one of my favorite pieces for you."

Dahyun puts her hands on the keys and starting pressing the notes to the rhythm with the use of her supernatural force to suppress weight.

The more she keeps on playing, Seojoon slowly recognizes the music she's performing. Not wanting to be left behind, she joined Dahyun by singing the lyrics of the song she's playing on the piano.

Even if it's a dream, I like it Tomorrow, I'll be there Even if you're not That's okay, I'll remember you Little by little Our memories piled up I will always keep them As they were

With my eyes only I know it won't pass onto you So I'll give back your heart One by one

Dahyun on the other hand, was astounded and enlightened at how admiringly beautiful your vocal was. "Woah, you know this too?"

"It's my favorite too."

The two beamed a smile at each other before they proceed to sing-along the night away together with the calming instrumentals to left their day with a positive mark.

As the song ends, Dahyun and Seojoon applauded each other as both were impressed at each other's talents. While Seojoon fixated himself, Dahyun grabbed his attention by speaking up to him.

"This has to be the best day I've ever had so far, Seojoon. Thank you for staying with me."

Seojoon looks at her and smiled before his face sprung up as he recalled something.

"Oh wait, I got something for you."

He pulls out in his pocket and showed it at Dahyun. The latter covered his mouth in awe.

"They gave this to me in return of what I showed to them earlier. I just thought you would like to see these for yourself, since these are your photos taken by them."

"Woah, these looks so good. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu really are the best on capturing photos in our trio." Dahyun chuckled as she adored her images on your hand.

"Yeah, they did great. You look so free and gorgeous in these similar to how can I see through you right now."

Dahyun heard what Seojoon muttered under his breath. Their stares matched and drowned once again at the charms each of them possesses. Her blush grew rapidly not only from the fluttering words she was acknowledged for, but also for Seojoon himself.

"U-uhh, I'll be leaving now, Dahyun. Good night to you." Seojoon bows and smiles at him before he walks away from her, exiting the manor while she was left alone, stunned and amazed at the possibility that Dahyun might've fallen already for the good-hearted detective.

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Back from serious business, Seojoon returns to the village the next day and searches for the landlord Haein as new inquiries spawned into his scarlet web of thread that would be nearly tied to the center of attraction, and that is for the awaited revelation behind Dahyun's disappearance.

Seojoon is standing behind Haein who is scrambling through his wooden cabinet where he keeps all of his documents stored in one place.

He asked a while ago if Haeil could still remember who was the last proprietor of the manor where Dahyun probably got killed. Haeil responded through the use of all the might he has left for the sharpness of his memory that it was indeed belongs to a middle-aged man.

He forgot the name, but as what he could remember; he has one family member with him: a daughter, matching Chaeyoung and Tzuyu's claims. But there was one thing that struck Seojoon.

A new clue. The man is a single father. Haein depicted that when the man signed the contract, he doesn't have any woman he could tell if that's his wife or what. In fact, he never even saw him had a woman that could stand as a mother for the little girl.

Seojoon heard that the landlord mentioned about the contract, he suggested Haein to look for the copy where he was answered that he still has all the papers with him.

And that's where they at right now. "I got it!" Haein exclaimed as he raised a paper on his hands. He closed the cabinet and placed it on his desk. "There. That's the last contract of agreement I had for the manor before it was left unoccupied for years."

Seojoon examined the paper and flipped the pages. The third and last paper is where the signature and the printed name of the owner could be found.

As he reads the name of the identity of the last owner, Seojoon's eyes largened in shock. He felt like the world turned upside down as he piercingly stared at the paper.

"H-how is this possible..." He murmured as he rubbed his mouth with his hands in utter disbelief.

"What's wrong, detective?"

"N-Nothing." Seojoon frantically shook his head. "Can I borrow this? This would be very useful for an evidence."

"Sure, take it if you want detective. I won't mind." Haein shrugged.

Seojoon nodded and quickly barged out of the landlord's house. He entered the car and slumped at his seat, facing the paper back in front of him as he combed his hair in astonishment.

"Yoon Guimhwi..." He reads the name of the last occupant under the property of Haein's.

"I-It's my uncle's... does he have secrets that he's been hiding from me?" Seojoon asked to himself before he drove away.

He arrived minutes later at his uncle's residence, perfectly timed where his cousin wouldn't be around since Dahye is at her class. He want this to become personal and private, just the two of them for him to suspect his own uncle.

"Seojoon!" His uncle greeted him as soon as he appeared at the front door. He kept his stoic and observative mask worn around his face. "You're too late! Dahye is not here."

"It's alright. I wanted to see you this time, uncle."

"Ah is that so? How thoughtful of you, Joon. Then come in, let me get you some. What do you prefer? Food or drink?"

"Juice would be fine enough. Thanks uncle." Seojoon replied.

Uncle Guimhwi went to the kitchen to prepare, leaving Seojoon alone in the living room to standby and make himself feel at home, but that's not what he came here for.

He roamed around and viewed the frames of his uncle and his cousin, until there was one thing that caught him off track.

Seojoon stepped forward and traced the picture further. The eyes never lie. He's literally seeing clearly, and he doesn't know whether to deny or accept what he just discovered.

The structure of the manor is the background of the family picture of his uncle along with his cousin, photo taken in the daylight.

This just confirmed more for Seojoon that his uncle must have a huge part of his investigation. It was unexpected and a coincidence, but that's not what it matters for him. He's going to try something that would measure his truthfulness in front of something he wasn't aware of that could place his innocence in judgement.

"Joon! You can get your juice here, boy." his uncle called him from behind, bringing along a pitchel full of orange juice and some glasses.

"Thanks, uncle." Seojoon grabbed one and poured himself a drink. He returns back to face the painting and make himself obvious for his uncle to notice.

"You miss her. I know."

Seojoon heard his uncle's comment. That wasn't the one he's waiting to hear from him, but he wouldn't dodge such a painful fact. He does miss his cousin a lot.

"I do, but... can I ask you something uncle?"

"Go ahead."

"You lived here in this manor before?"

His uncle sipped a drink before responding. "Yeah, we stayed there for 3 years until we relocated here."

"Where was this located?"

"At Gyeonggi, if I wasn't mistaken." Uncle Guimhwi stated. "The neighborhood there was so kind. I wish I could pay them a visit someday."

Seojoon keeps on listing secretly on his mind. "Why couldn't you?"

"Some things are best to left behind, Joon. There's a lot of bad history I had there in that manor. I wouldn't last to witness that place ever again if I get the chance... but it's better for me not to take that at all." Uncle Guimhwi said.

"Wait, are you referring to the missing case of... wait, what's this name again- Kim Dahyun?"

Seojoon observed his uncle who stopped midway from gulping another cold beverage in his glass. It's like he just installed some flashbacks within him that he just malfunctioned.

"Y-you know that?"

"I do. Researching helps plus hello, I work at police department as a detective, uncle." Seojoon blurted.

Guimhwi started to act weird by rotating his head as if he's trying to find something for him to say regarding that matter.

"A-ahh. Right, yeah. You are." Guimhwi nervously chuckled.

"That manor was the same place where that Dahyun girl was reported to be missing. Do you know her, uncle?"

The intensity of Seojoon's playful act to corner his uncle becomes even more intense as he enjoys watching him struggle to reply. His suspicions were now being constructed and Seojoon couldn't believe that he would've get to confront his uncle for being the unthinkable type of person he never knew would turn out real.

Guimhwi remained silent for a while before he glanced at the manor. "I do. He was our previous maid. Dahye and her gets along really well. That's why when I noticed that she wasn't appearing for days and become absent in our manor, not knowing that would be the start of his missing report by the police; I was worried and saddened for her and for Dahye. They were like bestfriends and Dahyun... Dahyun is a great girl, Seojoon. It breaks my heart not to see that kid for a long time now."

"I heard from our department that they're going to reopen the case, if you will be asked to stand as the witness; would you allow me to recommend you?"

Guimhwi swallowed a lump on his throat before speaking up to what his nephew told to him. "I-I'll think about it first. That's undebatable."

Seojoon clicked his tongue and pretends to pull out his cellphone for some urgent reason. "I'll be back, uncle. I have to chat my colleague."

"Take your time, boy."

Seojoon walks away from his uncle and stopped near the door. He pressed the note icon and types down everything he heard from his uncle. He saved it for later there and not on his usual notepad so that he wouldn't be seen too obvious that he's actually investigating his uncle. This has to be included for review and analyzation back on his house or at the station later.

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Two days later, Seojoon was mostly devoted on investigating further about the sudden involvement of his uncle about Dahyun's case. It's making him conflicted and befuddled that after all this time, one of things he'd be looking for the case was someone very close to his life, and as of now his role is very crucial here.

His uncle has just become one of the primary suspects as the culprit of Dahyun's death.

He doesn't want it to be true, because he doesn't know what would it affect him once it does. Being a police detective, learning that there's a murderer or a killer that is highly related to you feels like a stain to your career and background as you hold your family's name along with the rank of your profession.

Seojoon was busy adjusting all of the clues he has with him when he received a phone call from his cousin Dahye.

"Hello?"

"Oppa." Her voice sounded weak.

"Dahye, what made you call in the middle of the night. You miss me already, don't you?" He chuckled as he closed a folder in his working table.

"Oppa... please come here. I don't wanna go."

Seojoon slowly furrowed his eyebrows after he heard that plead from Dahye. "What do you mean you don't wanna go? Is there something wrong going on there, Dahye-nah?"

"Oppa... appa wants us to look for new home. I don't know why but... I don't want to be far away, oppa. I love it here. Stop appa please."

"Okay okay, I'll be right there. Where is appa right now?" Seojoon asked, hurriedly wearing his detective coat and some equipments with him in case it gets handy. He has to beware, his uncle is a suspect and the suspicions he has on him are still on the top and through Dahye's emergency call, it maintains that level of the risk he has.

"H-he's with the maids, packing our things. I have to go, oppa. Appa might see me."

"Just try to be stubborn and fight back against appa's instructions. Seojoon oppa is on his way now there!" He said before ending the call and left his apartment in a dash.

Driving his car in a fast speed while keeping it steady to avoid any unlikely accidents that may be a hindrance to his chase, Seojoon successfully made it to his uncle's residence.

Just as he arrived, he saw Guimhwi trying to calm down Dahye who is forcing herself to escape from his father's grasp as she's being inserted inside the car.

"UNCLE!" Seojoon shouted, marching closer at Guimhwi who was surprised at his emergence. Dahye quickly ran at him and hugged him on the leg as she cried.

"Seojoon-ssi, what are you doing here?"

"Where are you guys going? And why are you forcing Dahye to go with you? The kid doesn't look pleased, uncle. What's going on?"

"It's none of your business. Y-you won't understand, Seojoon. Take care of yourself, but me and Dahye has to look for a new home somewhere."

Guimhwi tried to approach Dahye but she hid behind Seojoon who is gesturing his to stop. "No. Why can't you tell me why? Your home here seems fine, what's bothering you uncle?"

His uncle went silent as he avoid Seojoon's intimidating gaze, waiting for his answer. As he has no comment to offer, Seojoon starts to choke from the heavy breaths escaping in his mouth driven by the emotions increasing deep inside of him.

"U-uncle, yesterday... I asked you about the manor and if you have knowledge about the case of Kim Dahyun..."

"W-why does it concerns you, Seojoon?!"

"BECAUSE I'M THE ONE WHO HANDLES THE CASE!" Seojoon shouted at Guimhwi. Dahye started to cry behind him. " And you LIED! All of what you said was a LIE. Is that why you're doing this, uncle? Is that because, you feel guilty of what you did... that's why you have to escape and brought a child into this?!"

"How d-do you even know that I told you false information, Seojoon?! What makes sure, that you could just accuse me without any evi-"

"Dahye's not the actual child Dahyun took care of when she was working for you, isn't it?" Seojoon's lips began to twitch. "The case was 5 years ago, Dahye is only turning 6 this year, uncle. She wasn't even born during that time!"

"The girl she took care was your daughter, your ORIGINAL daughter, uncle. Harin was Dahyun's responsibility." Seojoon pointed. Guimhwi was just standing there, head lowered down with fists curling, enduring all of the blame being thrown at him.

"June 12, 2015. You must be on the manor at that day. Why? Because that was 2 days ago after Harin died. You stayed in that manor all day with Dahyun, assisting you while you grieve at your only daughter's death."

"And now, I have to confirm one thing... and I want it to hear it from you, uncle."

Seojoon adjusted the phone in his coat in which he secretly opened the audio recorder to record their conversation tonight, and to caught the suspect's reactions about his claims.

"What did you do to Dahyun on that given night?" Seojoon sharpened his tone, sending chills through the horrified and extremely tensed Guimhwi.

"Are you the one who killed her?"

"..."

"TELL ME!!!"

Dahye cried harder and Guimhwi flinched at the deafening scream by Seojoon.

Tears streamed down in his face while he stares at his uncle that has been cornered and put into hot seat, getting his innocence doubted.

"S-seojoon...

I'm sorry."

Guimhwi didn't answered in specific, but the obvious meaning behind those words were enough to shatter Seojoon's heart and soul.

"N-no... Dahyun..."

He gave in from his stance, collapsing to the ground and slowly sobbed in pain as Dahye hugged him on the back.

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5 DAYS LATER

The case was now closed. His uncle, Yoon Guimhwi was found guilty and sentenced to more than a decade in prison after he admitted publicly that he was the man behind the slaughter of Kim Dahyun's disapperance, which was caused by murder. He did it at the same room where Dahyun usually stays in the manor, explaining why is it the part of the house that is haunted the most by her spirit.

Dahyun's body was found and surprisingly, it was buried neatly on an open field somewhere in Daegu. On a positive side, atleast his uncle was right and spoke the truth about his explaination on why he did the crime.

But still, that won't change a thing that it was a horrible act to do. He hurted Dahyun for a very obssessive reason. He killed and wasted her dreams because of that. He left Dahyun locked in that manor, hoping that she'll get to cross into the gates of heaven where her soul rightfully belongs.

A proper funeral has been held for Dahyun's remains. All of her friends visited and send their thank yous at the detective for bringing Dahyun the justice she deserves.

Seojoon decided to stop at the manor where he would be visiting Dahyun again. It's been days since they haven't seen each other. She must've felt bored and lonely again, and Seojoon misses her so much already as much as she does.

"Dahyun."

Seojoon called her name after he stood in the doorway. Dahyun was just laying down on the bed with her hands placed atop of her midsection, the same posture as how deceased people were formed inside the casket.

Dahyun gets up from the bed and looked at Seojoon with a huge smile on her face. "Seojoon!" She walked closer to him as fast as she could.

Seojoon got to face Dahyun closer. The two were standing in front of each other, gap were just inches away.

Seeing her after knowing the fate she had that costs her life was too much for Seojoon to control.

"How are you?"

"I'm good, just feeling a bit weird. I feel... more alive and at rest since yesterday." Dahyun described. "It feels like I have nothing to worry about. Like, everything's going to be okay for me even though I'm still here... trapped in this manor for god knows how long."

Seojoon speculated that the completion of the case gave an impact on Dahyun's state as a lost ghost in this mortal world.

He smiled softly and didn't wasted any more time to announce her the good news. "I-It's done."

"Hmm?"

"The case. It's now closed. We caught your killer, Dahyun."

Dahyun was shocked and overwhelmed with joy and relief. She gasped, staring at Seojoon unbelievably. "R-really?"

He nodded. Dahyun jumped in glee and lets out tears of joy in her dazzling eyes. Seojoon admirably watch her celebrate victoriously, it's been a long time coming for her and finally she was able to achieve it.

As soon as Dahyun stops, she noticed that Seojoon was shuddering as tears bursted out from him, hissing and whimpering at the emotions taking over him.

"W-why are you crying, Seojoon? We did it, right?"

"Y-yeah. We did. I'm just so happy for you but I..." Seojoon blew some warm air before proceeding. "I just couldn't help but to feel bad at myself."

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong though?"

"I don't... I-I'm just ashamed to show up myself for you after what I learnt."

Dahyun looks at Seojoon curiously. "Why? What is it?"

"D-Dahyun... forgive me. I didn't know... I didn't know..."

She held her wrists and looked at him worriedly.

"You didn't know what?"

"I- I didn't know that my uncle killed you."

Dahyun was stunned. She froze in front of you, what you just told her immensely shocked her to the core.

"W-what?" Dahyun said, stepping back a bit from him.

"I wasn't close with my uncle at that time, so I never got to know about you. I-If only I did met him and you, pay some visit here earlier, m-maybe I... I could've done something." Seojoon said, shaking his head in regret and guilt. "I wanted to save you, Dahyun."

"H-how did I die?" Dahyun asked him, both were weakened and hurt.

"You were strangled to death... at this very same room we're standing in. He did that after y-you tried to escaped." Seojoon began to explain what his uncle shared in the court. Dahyun's head suddenly starts to ache as all of the memories were now flashing back from her all at once, allowing her to have a glimpse of the last moments before her unfortunate demise in the hands of Seojoon's uncle.

"Y-you did that because... you couldn't stand staying there on that manor, living while raising a child that was completely forced and unplanned for you to have." Seojoon proceeded. "You gave birth to Dahye due to the consequences of Harin's death. My uncle's obssession of having a child in replacement of Harin has what brought uncle to rap-"

"STOP!" Seojoon flinched and looked at Dahyun who is covering her head and ears as she kneeled, body curled on the floor as she fought the pain of regaining back her lost memories that were mostly full of tragedy and darkness.

"Dahyun?" He called her name to check up on her. Dahyun was also crying like him. She removed her hands on her head and looked at Seojoon who is concerned for her.

"I-I remember it all now." Dahyun spoke in the midst of her sobs. "That man needs to pay for what she did to me. Your uncle deserves to burn in hell!"

Seojoon didn't say anything as he just listened to Dahyun's rage and agony. "M-my daughter... I remember her. I can even sense her somewhere. She's alive, I can feel it."

Dahyun went closer towards Seojoon. "S-Seojoon, w-where is she? I-is she okay?"

He nodded, Dahyun smiled through her cries. "She's with me. She grown up to be such a great girl. And I just noticed that... she just looks almost as you."

Dahyun was touched and happy at the news. She cried harder, hands clasped as she prayed for the Gods feeling grateful that somehow her daughter was able to survive and able to continue living the life that was gifted to her.

"Her name..."

"Dahye." Both of them said it at the same time.

"It's as wonderful as her mother's." Seojoon muttered and stared deeply at Dahyun before he looked away as the connection he has with his uncle made him uncomfortable to look at Dahyun straight in the eyes.

"A-are you mad at me, Dahyun?"

"Me?" Dahyun was confused. "Why w-would I? You said it yourself, you have no idea what cruel and disgusting your uncle was."

"Don't be regretful about it, Seojoon. Don't blame yourself just because you have a relative who disobeyed the law opposite of the oath you took for your occupation. It might affect your reputation as a detective, but don't let it distract you from the fact that you're the one who arrested him and sent him to jail on your own. That cements your faithfulness and unbiased principle for the sake of the law and truth."

Dahyun smiled sympathetically at Seojoon. The two had each other's eyes in contact. She grinned brightly, making Seojoon eased and stable from his overflowing emotions. "I won't hold anger, hatred or vengeance from you. It's all done, I am now free... and it wouldn't be possible without you."

They paused on talking when Seojoon noticed that Dahyun's figure started to become blurry as she starts to slowly disappear. "D-Dahyun... you're-"

"I know." She nodded. "My time is up, I see."

Seojoon dreadfully looked at Dahyun after she said it.

"But before I go... I want to say this to you that I've been keeping to myself from the first day that I got to talk with you more than just my case, Seojoon.

Thank you for choosing to help me. You did it, and I'm so proud of you. Those made me even love you more ."

Seojoon starts to cry as he finally tried to touch Dahyun to hug her, but sadly he really couldn't do it. His body just went passed through Dahyun's. He became infuriated, pounding his fists at the floor.

"N-no... no, even you?!" Seojoon exclaimed. The fear of being left by someone who became dear in his heart happened again, and it hits Seojoon different because for the first time; he gets to be romantically in love with a woman despite being only the ghost of herself when she was existing like him.

"Can I join you too? I don't want you to go. I love you too Dahyun." Seojoon begged as he kneeled in front of Dahyun. She squats and leveled Seojoon's sight.

"You can, but not for now."

Seojoon looked at Dahyun. "You still have purpose to fulfill in this world, Seojoon... and I want that for you to do me a favor. Take care of Dahye for me. In the future, when she grew up and you feel that she can stand on her own now... I will just be up high above, waiting for you. And we can finally enjoy our everlasting love together there."

Dahyun formed a heart gesture to Seojoon as only a quarter of her figure is now left visible. Seojoon nodded and tapped his chest, making Dahyun happy and fluttered.

"See you on the other side, Seojoon."

That was Dahyun's last words before she vanished in thin air, as Seojoon watched his soul flew out of the window and go upwards into the destination where she can finally rest in peace.

The next day, fulfilling his promise to his stepcousin Dahye; he treated her outside for her birthday as a way to make her special day fun and unforgettable. It was also to distract her from the fact that her father is currently behind bars, Seojoon doesn't want to kid to know yet that his father is a killer.

After Seojoon bought ice cream for him and Dahye, he observed that Dahye was looking at a fast food restaurant where a birthday is being gathered. She saw the kid who is the celebrant along with her father being taken pictures by the guests.

Seojoon went near Dahye and kneeled beside her. He presented the ice cream at her, she accepted and said thank you to him.

"I wish appa is here with us." Dahye said as she directed her gaze back at the party. "Why couldn't he come, oppa?"

Seojoon sighed and pouted, thinking of a way to answer the kid's question. "Because... appa did something wrong, and he has to fix it. That's why for now, I'll be here to become your guardian."

Thankfully, the kid seems to take the explaination nicely. "I'm just jealous, oppa. She has her father with her on her birthday, but I don't."

Dahye frowned and sadly licked her ice cream. Seojoon smiled and swayed some strands of hair behind her ear. "You can call me appa for today if you want."

"Are y-you sure oppa?!"

"Yeah. Since I'm your guardian and I'm the one in charge on behalf of appa, I can stand as your father-figure too, Dahye. You can call me that as much as you want too." He shrugged. "Do you like that?"

Dahye smiled and nodded. "Yes, appa!" She replied as she hugged Seojoon afterwards. He shut his eyes as she indulge the comforting sensation of having his beloved little girl delighted in his company.

Seojoon became determined to grant Dahyun's wishes, and that is to raise Dahye and teach her to become a wonderful person just like her mother.

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35 YEARS LATER

In one of the hospital rooms, sounds of cries from the visitors and a flatline from the heartbeat monitor can be heard as the patient who is confined there was just announced his time of death by the doctors who failed to resuscitate his life.

The woman is being comforted by her boyfriend, as she cried harder while grasping the lifeless hand of his father.

"I'll be here for you Dahye, stay strong. You heard him and I don't want to fail him either." the boyfriend said as he rubbed her back, revealing to Dahye who is now an adult and is in her 30's who just suffered a huge loss for the passing of her beloved stepfather and veteran detective Yoon Seojoon at the age of 65.

Meanwhile, Seojoon's newly ascended soul awakened in a foggy ground covered in crystal clear water in a very shallow height.

He slowly raised himself and looked around, where he could only see nothing but baby blue sky.

Noticing that he's in his younger appearance and wearing all white long sleeved shirt and pants while barefoot in the water; he walked ahead at the unknown until a gate standing tall supported with golden bars of fences to defend and guard of what it seems to be an evangelical town appeared out from the fog.

There were two guards who noticed him. He walked through them as they stood their ground with all confidence.

"State your name, lost soul." The guard who's holding a long golden trident asked him authoratively.

"L-lost soul... that means I'm truly dead...?" He whispered to himself. He knew what happened to him but he couldn't believe that this were all happening to him in reality.

"Y-Yoon Seojoon." He said cautiously.

The other guard on the booth flipped the pages of what it seems to be an enchanted book. "He's cleared."

The guard snapped his fingers and the padlocks of the gate went poof out of the air. It opened wide after and the guard stepped aside. "Welcome to the heavens. You may now enter."

Seojoon looked at the guard amazedfully. He walked inside, a white beam suddenly appeared in his body that expanded into a thread that leads to somewhere.

"W-what is this light attached on me?"

"It means that there's another soul here who is waiting to see you. Follow the way and you'll find out." The guard answered.

Seojoon nodded and continues walking. He travelled his eyes around at these unique and surreal surroundings. Everything looks unearthly, magical and spectacular.

He kept following the direction of the white beam connected to him until it came to a pause where he saw the the other end of it. It passes through the walls of a lovely looking house.

As soon as he stepped into the pathway, the door opened. Seojoon's eyes widened too when Dahyun showed up at the door looking at him tenderly.

"D-Dahyun..."

She went out of the house and placed her hands on the back. Her classic black long hair and white dress. She looked simply breathtaking and magnificent just like the first time you've seen her, and seeing her in heaven, there couldn't get even more excellent than this.

"Welcome home, Seojoon."

The two slowly walked towards each other until they closed the space between them and catched theirselves in a warm, longing and blooming embrace. Seojoon teared up as he saw Dahyun's body wrapped in his arms.

"I can finally feel you." Seojoon said as he stroked her silky smooth hair.

Dahyun smiled, feeling grateful as him. "How was your time down there?" she asked.

"It was worth it. Your lessons has what made me feel alive with purpose. And Dahye, she's in good hands now."

They seperated and faced each other dearly. Dahyun was pleased that she can finally get a touch of her lover's attractive face as she cupped it with her small cute hands.

"She had grown up to be a wise, independent lady, thanks to you Seojoon. Thank you." Dahyun nodded and sniffed at her tears. "And now that you're here, we can finally be together whenever we want and start our relationship for all time...

"... always." Seojoon took the turn to finish her words. "I love you, Dahyun."

"I love you too, Seojoon."

Both of them smiled and locked their hands together.

"Unnie! Where are you?" Someone shouted from the house. They both heard it and got alarmed, Seojoon was surprised at the familiar voice.

"There's also someone you would be very glad to see." Dahyun said to him.

The door opened, and Seojoon broke down with more tears as he saw the owner of that voice standing in front of him looking very much alive and enthusiastic.

"O-oppa?"

"H-Ha... Harin..."

"OPPA!"

Her cousin ran at him and Seojoon greeted him with a tight embrace. "Harin... Y-You're here... oh thank God, oppa missed you so much..."

"I missed you too, oppa."

He grabbed the back of his head and kissed her repeatedly on the top. Dahyun was touched at this wholesome scene.

Seojoon stood up and holds both Dahyun and Harin's hands. They formed a circle and Seojoon looked at them admiringly as he finally got reunited with the most cherished ones who entered in his life.

Back on Earth few days later, Dahye was the last person who remained in front the grave of her parents, Dahyun and Seojoon after the funeral ended.

She stared and grieved on their resting place one last time. Dahye pulls out her wallet where it contains the pictures of her and Seojoon and the old picture of Dahyun that serves as her only kept remembrance of her when it was shown to her by Seojoon as he explained to her about Dahyun being her biological mother before.

Dahye sometimes imagines what would it be like if they were a complete family, and she can experience how it feels to have a mother's love.

She looks above the skies, a bittersweet smile displayed in her lips. Dahye securedly holds the pictures into her chest.

"I hope you two are having fun up there. You two deserved it. Rest in peace, eomma and appa."

At the same time in the immaculate heavens far away from the mortal world, Seojoon and Dahyun were playing their favorite piece together in the piano as they sat beside each other while her head is on his shoulder. Harin is on the floor, listening with them while she's coloring her book.

When the song ends, Dahyun leans away and looked at Seojoon lovingly; and the two shared their first ever kiss empowered of nothing but an everlasting love they can exchange for one another on their new life in the eternal paradise called heaven.

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[kiestrokes]

Okay because work is rudely interrupting my thoughts… if you were a gamemaster and had to build a Hunger Games where SKZ competed, what would you build and what would you expect to be each member’s demise, in order?

Stray Kids in The Hunger Games | NSFW

Pairing: Stray Kids Rating: The Hunger Games MPAA rating is PG-13 but mine is NSFW! MDNI 18+ Genre: headcanon, ranking, dystopian, horror, dead dove. Warnings: violence, murder, suicide.

🗝️ Note: Ok so I just want to say this my MinSung agenda is partially fault of the photoshoot. I won’t do the Minho as Katniss and Han as Peeta like I want to though, I'm gonna make it hurt even more 😘 Also sorry for casting the boys as THG characters, that you didn’t ask for🫡

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below. 

🪙Gamemaster Kie's Arena: I think it would be cool to do a mock planet Mars setting, a spaceship cornucopia. with some distant field stations to hide away at, one dune buggy that only works when the sun is up, caverns, canyons and caves to hide out in.

District 11 Han Jisung (as Rue) Dies First - Gets caught in a trap made by Jeongin that is meant for District 1 & 2, Minho arrives and gets him out, but Hyunjin throws a mace, and it lands in the middle of Jisung's chest, crushing it and collapsing both lungs, his ribs tear open his heart. Jisung dies in Minho's arms.

District 1 Hwang Hyunjin (as Gloss) Dies Second - Hyunjin is speared through the face (rip his beauty) by Bang Chan after cornering and killing Hanji.

District 13 Yang Jeongin (as Pollux) Dies Third - Grief stricken in accidentally causing Han's death, he swallows some foreign fruits and dies.

District 7 Kim Seungmin (as Joanna Mason) Dies Fourth - Another victim of Changbin, is murdered protecting Felix...it is not slow. Seungmin fights back hard and is killed by a crushed larynx.

District 3 Lee Felix (as Beetee) Dies Fifth - Lix gets killed by Changbin while he is attempting to hotwire the spaceship, it's a quick but violent death, his skull is crushed by a generator.

District 2 Seo Changbin (as Cato) Dies Sixth - Changbin fights to the end of things, but eventually is taken out by a hoard of alien mutts after he...

District 4 Bang Chan (as Finnick Odair) Dies Seventh - Sacrifices himself to the alien hounds to pull up the spaceships anchor so that Minho can escape.

District 12 Lee Minho (as Katniss Everdeen) Wins the Games - But flies the ship directly into the capitol killing nearly everyone there, including himself.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations. 

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

"Don't waste your tears on me." Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : motherhood (but no mention of pregnancy or anything, the kids are pretty grown) ; parenting ; mentions of a divorce ; drama ; but also Y/N is a boss ass bitch so, go Y/N! ; let me know if I missed any!! Word Count : 2.9k

Being with someone like Changbin was easy, he was sweet, he was soft, he knew how to make you laugh, he knew how to make even your worst days become your best just by coming into the room. He made you feel loved, he made you feel adored, wanted, needed. If you were feeling down, he’d be there to lift you back up. If you were sad, he’d be the one to bring the smile back to your face once more. His kisses were addictive, his touch melted into your skin whenever and wherever his hands landed against you. 

The relationship was solid, it was full-proof. The two of you had been together for so long, that it had gotten to the point that you couldn’t imagine a day without him. When he proposed to you, it was like you were floating, your heart inflating to quadruple its size and lifting you off the ground until your head was lost in the clouds, the feeling so euphoric that you didn’t want to come back down. 

When you got married, it was like a dream, and even as you walked down the aisle to meet him at the end, you could have sworn that you were dreaming when you saw the twinkling of tears in his eyes as he watched you, the way his feet shuffled with the nerves that were undoubtedly building inside of him, yet he still wore a smile, a smile that lit up the entire venue, a smile that had you looking at him and only him. It was like the two of you were the only ones there, and it didn’t matter that hundreds of pairs of eyes were set upon you both, you didn’t see them, and neither did he, you only saw each other, and that’s what the two of you vowed that same day. 

Fifteen years together brought a healthy marriage, a wonderful home, and two beautiful children that completed the picture perfect life the Changbin and yourself had planned out from the beginning of your relationship that felt like so long ago. Everything had gone so smoothly, and maybe that should have been your biggest worry, your greatest concern, that the lack of bumps in the road would one day lead to a massive speed bump, or maybe a pothole, or better yet the edge of the mountain that you had been climbing. The scenery on the way to the top had been beautiful, but maybe you were enjoying it too much, you had been enjoying it for far too long, and you didn’t even know that you were reaching the ledge, not until it was too late and you had already taken that first step over. 

“Where’s dad?” Your daughter asked from the dining room table as you worked at the stove, preparing hers and your son's breakfast while simultaneously trying to prepare their lunches for school, while also trying to get them ready for the day as well. “He’s still not home yet.” She mused, for the fourth morning in a row, and you could only nod in agreement. He had left to go to work five days ago and he hadn’t been back since. You had called his phone, you had texted him, but there had been no response. The first two days had you worried sick, making phone calls to every police station and hospital in the area to see if anyone had come in under his description, but they had all told you no. Your worry only subsided when you saw a post of him and the other guys that had been uploaded on the third day, and your worry was quickly replaced by anger and annoyance. 

“He call yet?” Your son asked, taking a sip from his cup, and you quickly turned around to catch the bit of milk that trickled from the corner of his mouth before it fell onto his uniform. You could only shake your head, putting on a smile for the two of them. “He okay?” He prodded further, and you didn’t even know what to say. Of course he was okay, and you didn’t want your children to go to school worried about their father, but if you said he was okay, they’d wonder why he wasn’t home or why he wasn’t at least calling them. 

“He’s just busy… Here… Eat your breakfast… I’ll try to call him again so he can say hello to you before you go to school.” You said, serving them their plates before going into the living room, moving far enough away from them so they wouldn’t hear you when he didn’t answer. The line rang and rang… and then rang a few times more before going to voicemail, and you didn’t even bother to leave a message anymore, there was no point, he probably wasn’t even listening to them. “Yeah… He’s just… He’s just really busy right now…” You murmured as you walked back into the kitchen, trying to stay strong for them. 

“Yeah… Okay…” Your daughter hummed, poking at her breakfast, but when you looked closely at her, you could see that she was thinking, she was thinking too hard, and you didn’t want her to worry, you didn’t want her to think about what could possibly be going on, it wasn’t her problem to fret over. “I’m not very hungry… I’m gonna go finish getting ready.” She mumbled, pushing away from the table and stalking off towards her own bedroom. 

“Minjun at school said when his daddy didn’t come back, him and his mommy got a… d… div… I forgot the word but… He says his daddy never came home.” Your head shook quickly, rushing over to his side and kneeling down on the floor in front of him as you brushed his hair back out of his face, trying not to cry as you looked up at him. 

“That is not what’s happening right now. Your daddy is just very very busy, that’s all. He’s going to come home. Don’t think about things like that, honey.” You kissed his forehead before helping him off the chair, taking a deep breath in an attempt to hold back the overwhelming surge of emotions that were coursing through you right now. “Go finish getting ready. Brush your teeth and tell your sister that it’s almost time to go, okay?” 

He nodded meekly, wandering off to his own bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind him. It was hard, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, trying to make them believe that everything was going to be okay. They were old enough to understand that something was going on, and while your 7 year old son could only ask questions and try to get some answers from other children his age, your 14 year old daughter was wise, she was intuitive, and she didn’t need to ask questions to come to conclusions. 

“It’s Friday, maybe dad will come tonight to pick me and Changmin up for visitation and he’ll have us for the weekend.” Your daughter said as she walked out of the bedroom, her words had your mouth falling open as you whipped around to look at her, your eyes wide. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t go anyway.” You muttered, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and going to the front entryway to slip on her shoes as your son ran out of his room. 

“He’s coming home tonight?!” He asked excitedly, running over to you. “He called? You told him I said hi, right?” He looked so happy, so hopeful, and you shot a stern look to your daughter who simply rolled her eyes in response, and you didn’t even know what to say. How could you tell him that his father hadn’t called, that he wasn’t coming home, that you didn’t even know when he was coming home either? 

“Don’t forget your backpack, honey… I don’t want you to be late either. Come on.” You tried to change the subject, patting his hair and watching him rush back to his bedroom, taking the time to go to your daughter as you grabbed the keys off the hook, lowering your voice so your son wouldn’t hear. “I understand that you’re upset… But please… Don’t say those things around him. Please… For him… He just doesn’t understand yet…” 

She nodded her head, sniffling softly as she hugged you tightly. As hard as it was for you to think about the possibility of him leaving, of him just walking out on you and the children, you couldn’t even imagine how hard it must be for them, for her. She was as close to her father as any other daughter, she loved him, and he adored her. They were inseparable, and she had had him wrapped around her finger from the day she was born. “He won’t answer me either…” She whispered, her words broken by the soft sobs. “Sometimes… Sometimes I hope that something bad did happen… Just so I don’t have to think that he might not actually love us anymore.” 

It felt like your heart had just been snapped in two, her words had you holding onto her tighter, your head falling back as your breaths got choked off, tears threatening to spill over. “D-Don’t say that… Okay? He loves you and your brother… so so much… He does… I don’t want you to ever think that, no matter what happens…” She pulled back, nodding her head quickly, the tip of her nose red from sniffling so much. “Everything is going to be fine… And I’ll always be here for you… Always.” You smoothed out her hair, chuckling weakly as you watched your son race out of his bedroom, you and your daughter shaking your heads as you looked down at him. “If it took you that long to find your backpack, you’re gonna be spending Saturday helping me clean your room.” 

Going about your morning routines like your entire life wasn’t falling apart was absolute hell. Walking through the grocery store almost had you in tears because every single little thing reminded you of him. It was almost pathetic, yet not shocking how every aspect of your life somehow related to him, but you had been with him for so long that it was almost impossible for that to not be the case. 

Driving down the road to get to your house held memories of road trips that he, you, and the children would take, whether it be for vacations, going out to eat, or even going to the movies. Things felt incomplete without him around, and when you pulled up to the house and saw his car parked in the driveway, it took everything in you not to double park in the middle of the street just to run into the house and see him immediately. 

You quickly parked on the main road, grabbing the grocery bags and carrying them into the house, thankful that you didn’t have to place the bags down to unlock the door. There was so much that you needed to say to him, and while you had missed him while he was gone, you were angry, you were livid, and the words that your daughter had spoken this morning and the heartbreaking hopefulness that filled your son’s eyes whenever he was brought up was enough to make the anger you felt far more overpowering than the sadness. 

He was sitting at the table, a plate of the leftover breakfast you had made this morning in front of him, but the sound of your entrance had him turning around, smiling at you, as if the past five days hadn’t happened at all. “Hey! I’m sorry I missed the kids leaving. I tried to get home before that but-” 

You shook your head, placing the bags on the counter top before turning to look at him. “But what? Traffic? Scheduling? Is that how you’re going to try to excuse five days away from them? You couldn’t even pick up your phone to call?!” It was so hard to contain all of your emotions, especially now that he was sitting in front of you, sitting there like he hadn’t just gone off the grid for an entire work week. “It would be one thing if it were just me, if you just left me hanging… But my kids… our kids, Changbin?! Changmin is talking to his friends and they’re saying it sounds like we’re getting a divorce and… And Chunhwa… She tried to call you… And you ignored her. You ignored our daughter! She was devastated this morning before she left, and then you just… You think you can just come home and a sorry will fix it?!” 

He sighed heavily, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he watched you, his shoulders shrugging. “I just got busy and… I don’t know… I didn’t think to check my phone and… Time slipped by and I just forgot to call. I’m sorry. We’re not getting a divorce though, that’s crazy.” He sounded so calm about it, how could he sound so calm when he was just told what his children had said? 

“Busy…” You repeated exasperatedly, scoffing with disbelief as your fingers ran through your hair. “You were busy? Too busy to call your wife, you forget to call me… Yeah, maybe… But your own fucking children?! You’ve got to be kidding me, Changbin. Nobody is that busy. You forgot about your family for five days! I was worried sick about you! I called the police, I called the hospitals, and all you can give me is I just got busy! That’s not gonna cut it… No…” You turned around, your hands shaking as you started unloading the groceries. “You didn’t see her… You didn’t see him… You weren’t the one that had to answer all their questions about when or whether you were coming home or not.” 

The sound of the chair scraping across the floor had you gripping tightly onto the can of vegetables as he came into your peripheral vision, grabbing items out of the bags to try to help you. “Well I’m home now… I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. It’s not like I was out cheating on you! I was just busy with work, you know how it is. Time slipped by me and I forgot to call. It happens. Can we just move on from that? I want to have a nice weekend with my family.” 

You froze, dropping the can back onto the counter, your entire body turning to face him. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.” You muttered, your eyes narrowing at him. “Of course you’d want to just move on from it. You want to have a nice weekend with your family because you didn’t have to deal with the emotions and the hell that you put us all through during the whole week. Why the hell should I make it easy for you?! You didn’t make it easy for me!” The more you stood in front of him, the angrier you got. The way he had the nerve to seem annoyed with you for not going along with what he was saying, for not just giving in and being happy like you're supposed to be now that he’s back home. “You know what… I can’t… I can’t be near you right now. I’m taking the kids and I’m going to my mothers for the weekend. I’m not going to let you give them the false impression that you’re back…” 

You moved to walk away, but he quickly grabbed your wrist, turning you back to him with tears in his eyes, tears that would have had you bending to his whim in any other circumstance. “I am back… I’m here. What are you talking about? I’m here now… I haven’t seen them all week… I haven’t seen you… And now you want to take them away from me? That’s not fair.” He sniffled softly, taking a step forward, almost cornering you between himself and the edge of the counter. “I love you, I love them… Don’t do this…” 

With a light push, you had him stepping back, his eyes blinking in shock as the tears fell down his cheeks, but you weren’t going to be weak, you couldn’t be weak, you couldn’t just worry about yourself, you had two children that wouldn’t be able to handle the emotional whiplash if he were to do something like this again. “You haven’t seen them all week because you didn’t come home, but you could have called. Don’t try to pin the blame on me, I’m not taking them away from you… I’m protecting them from the being hurt by you because you are the one that made them feel unloved and unwanted, and I don’t want them to ever feel that way again, especially not by you, so don’t waste your tears on me, and don’t waste your tears on them either, because I can promise you this, the three of us that you left behind have cried more tears than you can imagine while waiting for you to give a shit, and you didn’t care then, so don’t expect me to care about yours now.” His hands dropped to his sides as the tears continued to stream down his face, his eyes glued to you as he watched you walk into the bedrooms, robotically following behind you and watching from the doorway as you packed suitcases for your daughter, your son, and yourself. “We’ll be back Sunday night, if you’re not here, fine… But if you are here, you have a lot of explaining to do to them, and I swear to god, if you pull some shit like this and you make my children cry again, I will divorce your ass. Remember that.” 

#kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #kpop drabble #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #yandere kpop #kpop #stray kids #skz #stray kids x you #skz x you #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #skz headcanons #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #seo changbin #changbin #changbin headcanons #changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #changbin x reader #changbin x you

[wolblogsposts]

I Hate You Darling

Chapter 1 : Journalist from South Korea

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A beautiful woman who had just turned 28 years old had just woke up from a deep sleep, when she heard the sound of her cell phone's alarm. Her hand felt on the nightstand near her bed. After she managed to reach her cell phone, she immediately took it and got up and turned off the alarm.

After waking up, the woman lazily went straight to the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth and straighten her hair. She then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. While making breakfast someone called her on her cell phone, and she immediately picked it up.

"Hello?."

"Hello, Mrs. Han Seo-ah. Can you stop by the office for a moment? There is a work you have to do."

The women named Seo-ah only said yes to her boss who was on the other side of the phone. After her boss was satisfied enough to hear that she was going to the office soon, he immediately ended the phone call unilaterally.

Seo-ah continue her cooking activities. After the food was ready, she brought a plate of Kimbab and Gaji namul onto the dining table. When the food he makes will be eaten. Her cell phone rang again, but this time it wasn't from her boss but from her husband. Seo-ah didn't care and immediately rejected the call and started eating her cooking.

After finishing her breakfast, Seo-ah washed her eating utensils. After washing, she returned to her room to start preparing to go to the office.

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After finishing preparing. Seo-ah went to the bus waiting area in the middle of the city, she went to work by riding that transportation. While waiting while playing with his cellphone, a large television on display in the city center showed news about the no.1 footballer named Noel Noa.

Seo-ah stared for a moment at the giant television with an annoyed look then looked back at her cell phone screen, until finally the bus came and Seo-ah immediately got into the bus. While on the bus, a message came in on her cell phone. When she looked at it, it appeared to a message box from her husband.

Cyborg Bastard

•「Dear how are you, are you okay? How is your work? Is everything going smoothly? You haven't reply my message for the past year」

Seo-ah looked at her cellphone screen which displayed the message her husband had sent with an annoyed look. Again, she didn't care and immediately turned off her cell phone.

Not long after, the bus she was riding finally arrived in front of a television station building which usually shows various events in the world of sports. Such as matches in various sports fields or latest news about top sports athletes.

Seo-ah immediately walked into the large building and went straight to her superior room by taking the elevator. When she arrived on the eighth floor, Seo-ah superior room was located. She immediately stepped out of the elevator as soon as the elevator door opened.

Seo-ah then went to her superior's room. Arriving at the entrance to the room, her superior knocked on the door.

"Come in." Said the voice of a man who already fifty-two years old. After getting permission, she immediately opened the door and went inside.

"Oh, Mrs. Han Seo-ah. You finally came, sat in the empty chair in front of me."

Seo-ah immediately sat down in an empty chair without being asked twice. "So what job will you give me?" She ask.

Her boss sipped his coffee for a moment then answered, "The job is quite easy. You just need to go to Japan and start covering the League Neo Egoist, whose match is currently taking place."

"Why do I have to cover that match, the match only tests potential young footballers in Japan. It's better if you give me the task of covering the daily lives of players who are in the best European clubs at the moment."

Her boss just sighed. "Yes, I know. But you know, our TV station's rating is currently being rated as bad by viewers and people. They think that our TV station hasn't been showing matches in various sports fields lately. We've actually been This time the focus is more on highlighting the daily lives of athletes."

"Whatever the reason, I don't want to cover that match" Seo-ah said.

Her superior immediately glared at her. "Mrs. Han. Please, this is for the good name and rating of this TV station. You are the main asset of this television station because of your skills in compiling news reports. So please, I want you to do this. Who else should I ask for help?."

Seo-ah finally gave in and finally she agreed to take on this task. After all she was doing this for a paycheck.

"Good. possibility, you can fly straight to Japan in five days. I will book a plane ticket to Japan for you, and I will also inform the Blue Lock program manager about this."

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After finishing discussing with the boss for two minutes, Seo-ah finally left the room. While walking past where the other employees were working, some of them looked at Seo-ah while whispering. "Is that the woman named Seo-ah?."

"Yes, that's her."

"I heard she married a footballer."

"That's impossible. Moreover, the footballer also denied that rumors."

Seo-ah didn't care about the whispers that came out of the staff's mouths, and continued walking out of the building where she worked. Then Seo-ah returned home to her apartment by getting into a taxi. When she arrived at her destination, the woman changed clothes and took her tablet to search for information about the Blue Lock program and the Neo Egoist League on the internet.

While browsing the contents of an internet site that reported about Blue Lok, she accidentally found a site that reported about professional football players who were selected as coaches. Seo-ah's index finger pressed the screen until the site page opened, When the page opened, her gray eyes saw the names of famous football strikers who were coaches at Blue Lock.

Her eyes continued to trace every paragraph of the site's text, until her eyes saw the name Noel Noa written on it. Seo-ah immediately got up from the sofa with a surprised look.

"So that bastard became a coach? It's better that I don't go there than that I have to meet him. But if I don't go there... I won't get a salary."

Seo-ah threw the tab on the sofa and turned on her cellphone which had been turned off for a long time. When it was turned on, Seo-ah immediately saw many notifications of telephone calls from her husband.

Seo-ah sighed and placed her cell phone on the table in front of her. Then he decided to sleep upstairs to rest after working overtime for three months. While she was asleep, her husband sent her another message notification.

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A man continues to stare at his cellphone as if waiting for a reply to his message. "Is she still in her office?."

"Are you still not asleep yet? Mr. no.1" Ego said, he is the manager and trainer in Blue Lock. He was also Noa's former teammate ten years ago. Or rather his rival.

"No. I'm still not sleepy yet." Noa then turned off his cell phone and put it back in his jesrey jacket pocket.

"Oh, yes Noa. Earlier Anri received a call from the CEO of the TV station South Korea where your wife work. He said Seo-ah would come here in five days."

Noa, who heard that, felt happy when he heard that his wife would come here, but his flat face tried to hide his joy. "When she come you have to show your skills in front of your wife."

Ego patted Noa's broad shoulder then just walked away while waving his hand until he was out of sight. Noa opened his cellphone again, and on the screen lock there was a photo of Seo-ah wearing a straw hat summer on her head, and wearing a black swimsuit.

Noa smiled faintly when he looked at his wife photo. "Honey. I will wait for you" then his finger rubbed Seo-ah's face in the photo.

Next chapter: Meet

#blue lock #fanfic #noel noa #blue lock oc #noel noa x reader

[seoworkstation]

SEO Work Station

“Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward. If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.” ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

#SEO Expert #Life Love Dreams #SEO Work Station #SEO Tips & Tricks #Inspiritional Quotes #Motivational Quotes #Trends 2022 #Quotes #Quotes Image #Quotes Daily #Quotes of The Day #Quotestagram #Positive Quotes

[lookismaddict]

List of Possible Future Lookism Stories/Scenarios (FREQUENT UPDATES)✨

These are the ideas that I have so far! I intend to write about these sometime in the future, but I’m still deciding.

The list is organized from top (will surely write about it) to bottom (considering on writing about it). Red = In the process of writing

If you want to give some feedback, lmk! I appreciate all your thoughts and comments about them. 😁

Goo One-Shot (REQUESTED; in the process of writing)

Jake x Samuel One-Shot (POPULAR REQUEST; in the process of writing)

Gun x Goo One-Shot (POPULAR REQUEST; in the process of writing)

Gun Park’s Classroom (Due to you guys liking my dream, I’ll be making this fun little mini-series! 💀 POV of this story will be from you, who is one of Gun’s students. This story will take place in the future, kinda like a sequel to Rendezvous. I like to keep their worlds connected somehow, just because I think it’s fun that way.)

Jake Kim x Fem! Reader (MC is known to be a head detective/team leader of a police station at Gangseo who all gangsters feared. She despises all gangsters and will do everything in her power to put every gang member in jail. With hard work and determination, she became a detective due to mysterious personal reasons and will eventually meet Jake Kim, starting off as enemies because he’s Big Deal’s leader.)

DG/James Lee x Fem! Reader (MC was a first-Gen fighter who was close with James Lee back in the day. One day, MC gets a mysterious text message for her to meet up at a certain location at a certain time. She decides to go because what is there to lose? When she shows up, she didn’t expect the famous k-pop idol, DG, to appear in front of her, only for him to reveal that he’s ACTUALLY James Lee, her old and once close, friend. DG gives MC an interesting offer, which was to become his manager, since he’s a k-pop star. While doing so, he wants her to be his eyes and ears to investigate what’s behind the scenes, in which the k-pop industry will now become connected to gang related affairs.)

Samuel Seo x Fem! Reader (MC is a retired female gang leader who now spends time in the casino ran by Workers as a consistent casino winner addicted to gambling. She then gets kidnapped by the Workers, taking her to the back room and Eugene offers her to work for them, since Eugene needs her sharp wits and tricky tactics while already aware of her forgotten background. Eventually, she was assigned by Eugene to become Samuel’s secretary/assistant which sparks the start to their working relationship.)

Vasco x Fem! Reader (MC is a new student who suddenly transferred to Jaewon High School from a different country. She’s pretty and a lot of guys would fawn over her, but she’s tired of getting the same treatment wherever she goes, so she feels lonely since she doesn’t really have any real friends. All she wants is to be treated normally and to be left alone. Until one day, she secretly goes outside during lunch to escape her admirers then caught Vasco outside working out. She comes to see him every lunch everyday, but then she ends up getting caught by him one day, and she slowly started hanging out with the Burn Knuckles crew.)

Eli Jang x Fem! Reader (MC is an ordinary student at Jaewon, who saw Eli with Yenna one day while she got out of work at a convenience store after working day shift. Eli wants to keep his personal life private, so MC agrees to keeping Eli’s secret. In exchange, Eli needs a babysitter during times when he works so MC becomes Yenna’s babysitter. This could be a one shot? Because I can’t think of anything else to add on for this scenario.)

#I wonder what anyone thinks about this #lmk your thoughts on these story ideas #lookism #lookism fanfic #lookism x reader #lookismaddict

[cutiedwaekki]

mr policeman ♡

— hey mister policeman i don't want no trouble

Changbin x Seungmin

summary : Where a Changbin overwhelmed by work follows the recommendations of his colleague Seungmin. But should he have?

contain : weight gain , weight gain denial , mention of thight clothes , button popping , public humiliation (?) , police AU

A/n : GUYS I'M FINALLY ON HOLIDAY YESS and my arms is a bit better now so here is a long awaited fic that I had in my drafts ♡

Enjoy ♡

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

—I fucking told my mom I'd be there tonight. She's gonna kill me. muttered the brunette as she filled out the paperwork they'd assigned him.

The District 9 police station seemed quiet, but it was full of officer just as passionate about their thirst for justice as they were about their work.

It's very simple: here, Seo Changbin, inspector, had to fill in the case file 143, since Jeongin, who was in charge of the case with him, had broken his arm by chasing the criminal.

The poor man was so stressed, and his poor mother kept sending him messages to make some blind dates for him. In fact, it was another date he'd missed that evening.

—Sunbae, you seem tense, are you okay? Asked then asked his colleague and office neighbor Seungmin.

The two of them had a Tom and Jerry kind of relationship, always bickering, but caring for each other only when things got really bad.

— Oh, it's nothing, but between my mother, the work I have to manage on top of Jeongin's chores and my neighbors who fuck every night, I think it'll be a miracle if I don't throw him in the Han River by the end of the week. The brunette massaged his temple , causing his friend to chuckle, and as if a light bulb had gone on above his head, he suggested something. I've got a good stress reliever I bet that could help. No sooner had he said this than Changbin turned his full attention to him. When I finish a file or feel I need it, I eat a praline, which motivates me to finish quickly and get my fix.

Changbin wasn't convinced, but no sooner had he mentioned it than Seungmin shoved a handful of pralines into his mouth, leaving Changbin to macerate them before swallowing. The sweet taste of the caramel that coated the peanut was a delight, an unimaginable sweetness, it was as if all his problems had vanished.

— See ? It works! exclaimed Seungmin proudly. Yes, I admit it, where did you buy them? Changbin asked curiously.

Seungmin simply smiled wryly, at least he had helped his friend to get better and was no longer preoccupied with his files or the messages his mother had sent telling him that Yeri's appointment was waiting for him.

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

— And another box finished, it's time for what? Praline time. The brunette seemed to have acquired the happy habit of grunting an praline ever since Seungmin had told him about it. He wasn't going to admit it, but from the first day he'd gone to bought some directly, he'd only taken one packet, thinking that given his stress, one would be enough. But when after two days the whole pack was emptied without a single crumb, he went back to the store and took a stock so he'd never run out.

Because yes, one praline was never enough, you needed at least one pignet to get the taste in your mouth, like a lollipop that you suck until there's nothing left.

But is eating so much hard-boiled caramel-coated kosher good for your health when you spend eight hours a day sitting on a chair, doing administrative work to replace your colleague? Definitely not. And although Changbin was a really atheletic, muscular guy, the lack of exercise and time was starting to show. After all, if he had to manage on the runway and go to dates that in 99% took place at the restarant, no wonder he put on weight.

His figure was still just as toned, well, you could still see his broad shoulders, his big arms, but added to that bulging cheeks, a prominent belly to which were added love handles so big they fell to the sides of his uniform and an ass so round and juicy that Seungmin could have sworn he'd seen it wedged into his seat once.

But let's get back to the story. Changbin euphorically swallowing his praline fist

— one praline for this case, another because Changbinie wrote over 200 words, another for-

— Changbin-nim ... about pralines ...

—oh they are sweets fallen from the sky

— yes surely but how to say ... you look quite ... fat

Changbin almost choked on a praline as he glared at hil. How dare he call him fat, he wasn't, uh?

After a few long seconds of trying to sit up, catch his breath after that effort and eat another praline, he pointed at Seungmin. You ... how dare you call him fat, this is a place of work an not a recreation center.

But Seungmin wasn't even offended by these words, he just smirked, concluding with As you wish.

But honestly, Seungmin would be lying if he said this new Changbin didn't trigger something in him. After all, he'd always found him attractive and had already openly asked him out for a drink after work, but it had never gone any further. But now ... ... he found him seductive, sexy and hot as hell.

How could he resist?

☆ミU^ェ^Uミ

—Yes and so in case to this folder I thought- Hey oh Felix are you listening?

-Shh look, Changbin's trying to get out of his chair but he can't it's so cute

Effectively , in the meantime and from eating other bags of pralines, Changbin had put on even more weight, going from a muscular, athletic body to a simple ball of fat, so fat that he'd been on the official administrative charge ever since chase with a crimminal went wrong.

His belly was so massive that you could see it through his shirt, it was so big that it was always resting on his knees. His chest, which he often flaunted with pec movements, had also rounded out and looked bigger than a C or even a D cup . But the biggest thing was still his ass, still round and juicy, shaking with every step he took, now he couldn't take a step without waddling, letting his whole body shake from the shock of his body weight.

But did Changbin seem to notice? No, not so much as to stop his addiction to pralines or to waddle away, as he'd gone from tons of dates to almost none at all. Anyway, he didn't mind, he loved the peace and quiet now.

—Wow, we've got to get this on film. When Jeongin sees it later, he'll be hallucinating.

—Changbin-ah do you need help? Felix asked politely, amused by the scene.

-N-No .. hff... i-i'm fine and finally after an umpteenth effort to get his ass out of the seat, he'd managed to do it, he was both proud and surprised to see that half the office had their eyes on him, the former jock turned to a pig.

—What, do I have something on my face? But the only response he got was from Seungmin, who discreetly pointing his shirt. Indeed, all his efforts had led to his blouse giving way at the seams and popping a few buttons in the process. Come one Sunbae, I'll help you find a solution Seungmin walked over to him and led him to the shop where he hoped to find a solution.

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

Seungmin offered one of the district's XL jackets, which was often lying around for those who had a clothing problem.

I mean, it's mostly when someone get a a coffee stain, but rippint his shirt to the only strength of his fatty body was a first

—Am I fat? Changbin asked, visibly confused, the only one not yet aware of it.

— honestly... yes, you are huge

But Changbin swallowed his saliva, his ego had just taken a hit and now I understood why Mum wouldn't give me a date anymore. Nobody wants to date a pig

—If you think like that, then yes. Changbin looked up at him, confused. His puzzled look denoted Seungmin's confident face.

So confident that he approached him and placed a kiss on his lips.

—If you're looking for someone who wants to date this pig, call me.

Seunglin so left without saying a word

Changbin was perplexed and impressed by what had happened in the last few minutes.

Wait-

Seungmin was asking him out?

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #kinktober 2023 #skz chubby

[be-events]

Just like last year, Mnet and AXIS LABELS have pulled out all the stops for promotion of the new season of NEXT GEN to the public. Everywhere you turn you’re bombarded by billboards, digital signage showing clips of last season’s highlights, flyers directing you to the audition page, and more.

This year it is explained on the audition page of Mnet’s website that due to increased demand, the audition process will be split into two parts. Applicants will be dismissed after each round before making it onto the show. Part One is a simple submission form, asking for the applicant’s basic information and a photo in minimal or no makeup and simple clothing.

Shortly after the deadline for the forms has passed, representatives from the broadcasting station will reach out to the group of participants that have been selected to move to Part Two of the audition process. In the email, they are told when and where their in-person auditions will be taking place. The auditionees are informed that camera crews will be present as the entirety of their auditions will be taken into consideration for their participation on the show, including what they do while waiting to be seen and evaluated by a panel of Mnet staff.

On the day of Part Two auditions, all participants are checked in and assigned numbers before being gathered in front of a projector screen set up inside of a gymnasium. Without explanation from the staff, the speakers suddenly begin playing an unfamiliar theme song and a video flicks to life on the screen, virtually introducing the auditioners to the judges who may be evaluating them should they make it past this round.

“Hello and thank you for your interest in this season of NEXT GEN,” it’s Yoon Jihun who takes the leading role, smiling at the camera as YunA and Seo Ran sit to his left and right. “Those of you who may have joined us last season may notice that we’re doing things a little differently this year. Thanks to the huge success of the previous season, we’re forced to be more selective with our time and have to rely on our staff to help us select the next generation of idol trainees. But we don’t want to be wholly uninvolved, which is why we’ve decided to split this round of the audition process into three parts. You’re tasked with three challenges, each one representing the values of our companies.”

YunA takes over speaking next: “At Lime Entertainment, we’re best known for our exceptional performance skills. Whether that be the voice of an angel or dance abilities that would put most professionals to shame, we hold the standard for the best of the best. That’s why we want to see what you’re made of. You should have been instructed to prepare a 60-second audition piece. The staff will be looking for who among you is Lime Entertainment potential.”

“At SR Media, we value charisma and personality as they are talents that cannot be taught,” Seo Ran explains next, “Following your 60-second performance, our staff will be asking you a series of questions that you’ll be required to answer in less than five seconds each. That’s also why we have the cameras here; we want to see how you’re able to perform and think quick on your feet.”

Finally, Yoon Jihun resumes speaking. “As for Studio Delta, you know that we’re renowned as the most creatively liberal company among the three of us. No offense,” he glances at his co-judges briefly, who seem to smile tightly rather than respond. “We want to get to know you beyond how you can sing or dance or perform on camera and understand your quirks and creativity. Your final challenge will be to show the staff a unique skill other than the ones already performed for the previous challenges.”

“Please listen to the staff as they call you to private rooms in groups to evaluate your performances. We hope to see you–well, some of you–very soon.”

The video ends and the staff immediately get to work, explaining which groups of auditionees are supposed to go where based on their numbers. Groups of ten are taken at a time with each part of the audition performed back to back in front of the staff and a couple of cameras. Once the audition process is finished, the group is dismissed from the facility and the participants informed that they will be contacted should they move forward with the audition process.

OOC:

Welcome to Season 2 of NEXT GEN! 

This event is for WANNABES ONLY. Auditions will run until February 23 at 11:59pm. Any solos or threads posted after the deadline will not be considered. Please send in your submission before this deadline.

Please note that over the next several weeks, the NEXT GEN survival audition program will be more demanding in terms of timely writing requirements than previous events. While we’ll try not to be too overwhelming and will adjust requirements as necessary, please keep this in mind should you decide to have your muse(s) participate in this program. There will not be an option to join the program after it has started.

Please use the hashtag #BE:NGS2P1 for all posts relating to this part of the event.

It can be assumed that all Wannabes passed Part One of the audition and are invited to Part Two. 

For the SR Media portion of the audition, 3-5 questions will be asked of your muse at random. Each participant will be asked a slightly different set of questions, just to keep everyone on their toes. Sample questions can be found below:

"What was your favorite thing about the last season of Next Gen?"

"What style of music/performance suits you best and why?"

"Which company would you want to receive an offer from and why?"

"Why do you want to become a kpop idol?"

"What can you bring to the table that we won't see in any other contestant?"

"What would you do if you won ₩1,000,000,000 (~$750,000) in the lotto?"

"What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up this morning?"

"What two things do you consider yourself to be very bad at?"

"Would you rather go to a tropical island or to the North Pole?"

"What’s your favorite useless fact?"

"What is the most interesting place that you have been to wearing the shoes that you’re wearing now?"

No points will be awarded at this stage, however your increased participation may have additional benefits. All Wannabes interested in participating are asked to fill out this form and write a 300+ word solo describing your muse’s audition for the show, including all three parts of the Part Two audition process.

When you’ve completed these requirements, please send the form and a link to the solo to the event blog.

#be:NGS2P1 #be:event #be:ngs2

[lgcjino]

TO GO OR NOT TO GO, IS THE QUESTION. jino and @lgcxnoeul in what was supposed to be teacher impersonation a la scavenger hunt but somehow they keep getting mistaken for teaching aids? ( “no! we’re not doing a presentation on the business of marketing strategies for the new millennium! )  ● also see: jino trying to convince noeul to go to prom, jino asking noeul whether this powder blue suit is as ugly as sori says. 

“okay, so that class didn’t work.”

jino adjusts his glasses, trying his absolute hardest not to poke his finger out of the cheap non-prescription frames he had nabbed from jamsil station just hours earlier. ( he thought his own prescription glasses didn't suit the look he was going for today )

why he thought dressing up as a teacher included slacks and oxford shirts, complete with a sweater vest and boater shoes was beyond him. he was sure one teacher around here was running around in a tracksuit, that should have been his inspiration for the day! but no — he wanted to look professional  —  now jino had to suffer in the heat, with his collar constricting around his neck and the sweater vest adding twenty more degrees to his already runs warmer-than-it-should body. ( it also did not help that everywhere they went people mistook them for teaching aids just a couple seconds ago they just had to dissuade a few of their fellow students that they were not handing out extra credit for professor kim's class )

“do you think we can get into professor seo’s class?” 

he pulls at his collar before grunting, hands balling up at the stitched ends of his sweater vest to yank it from hisself. thank god. it was like a desert in that thing. “i’m never wearing this thing ever again.” he mutters before shoving the sweater into his bag.

#th. to go or not to go #lgcxnoeul #lgc:shapn

[boyswanna-be-her]

it's sosososososososososo funny to realize how many ppl there are in my life currently who know nothing abt me other than the fact that i'm their petsitter and i drive a red station wagon and i have messy handwriting. This year has been WAY atypical for me--I did the same job all year, I lived in the same place, and maybe most significantly I didn't date anyone. I spent the year taking care of animals, traveling, reading, and learning. So maybe if you just met me, it'd be easy to assume that I've just sort of always had a stable, self-sufficient, simple way of living. Like, yeah! It suits me!

But i just. Have been so many things other than a pet sitter. The calmness of this year is totally aberrent in the context of my adult life. And I don't mean to "drop knowledge" on my clients, i just legitimately don't know how they perceive me and i'll mention something in passing that derails the entire conversation. The fact that i have more than a dozen novels published and out there. The fact that i have a late ex husband and his ashes are in a box under my bed. The fact that for many years I was the editor in chief of a real actual newspaper that these people still read. That I bought and sold my own house. That I was a fulltime caretaker for someone with debilitating schizophrenia. Or even just the benign jobs I've done to get by with academic editing/translation, being a baker, a copywriter, designing book covers professionally, being an "seo specialist" back when that was a viable thing, working as a library circulation clerk. That there was ever a time when I was a skinny blonde girl with no tattoos.

I'm happy that I've had a lot of variety and I'm happy that this year has been the way that it's been. And as I keep doing this, I'll have fewer conversations that stop halfway through with a 👀👀👀 moment, now that my clients are learning not to assume much about me.

#the longer i wrote this the more it felt like a 'look at all the things ive done!!' brag #but honestly ive had more real convos with clients at the holidays #i brought gifts and cards with real sentiments inside telling my clients specific ways theyd changed my life for the better #which led to more sitdown convos of course which is delightful #and this keeps happening #today my newish friend wendy who is 63 was sitting with me #and like she hadn't realized that i am a writer #or that id been married #or had a house or any of the other careers ive had #and it looked like i had slapped her every time a new thing was revealed #i think she was exhausted by the time she'd finished two cigarettes talking to me #so that's what this post is about i guess #my history is fucking exhausting but how could anybody who only met me this year know that?