#stray kidz imagines

[luvyutae]

His princess| hwang hyunjin

Pairing; yandere princess female reader x sub butler hyunjin

WARNING; smut,(m)receiving, obsessive reader, mention of collars,SMUTTY!

DONT LIKE DONT READ!

Hyunjin was nothing but your quiet and strange butler who was and absolute cutie with a sub persona but yet he provided you with any service you needed and desired.

Even if it meant fucking you in the middle of the night. Hyunjin was there.

You always liked to tease him or make him shy. He always let things slip his mind when you had him where you wanted him. He’d always say “-what if we get caught” or “your dad will kill me”.

Couldn’t blame him, you’d be nervous too if you worked in the palace of the king and his daughter was trying to do things to you every time she had you alone.

But he was so cute how could you not tease him.

Everyone was always trying to take him away from you. Women coming up to him every time there was a party at the palace,having to always have to tell him back to work just to get those girls away.

He was yours and you were his, he just didn’t know it yet.

But here you were right now undoing his trousers in your locked bedroom. “Y/n wait-

“Hyunjin shh it’s okay calm down baby” you cut him off, his breathing increasing as you now were tugging at his boxers.

Your hands reached for his cock and slowly began stroking up and down , just barely touching the tip. His face was redder than usual and his eyes closed shut, he silently moaned and groaned.

He looked like such a good boy. Like a puppy wanting to be pleased. You loved that look on his face.

"You want me to suck you?" you asked him before taking his length into your mouth.

You started bobbing your head up and down, letting out little whines.

The sound that escaped his lips made your pussy tingle. The way his legs shook got you excited . You loved giving pleasure. Honestly one of the best things about being the princess was because you get to do this.

"Yes!" he moaned as you felt him throb against your tongue,making you moan around his cock.

You went faster making sure to keep eye contact. He was moaning and gasping loudly now, his body shaking. Your hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your wet folds.

He then surprisingly grabbed your head and pushed you further on until his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged and coughed, but continued sucking him off.

His hips buckled and he cried out, filling your mouth with his thick seed.

You swallowed down every drop.

”good boy hyunjin you did so well for me,” you stood up and grabbed his neck before pulling him into a kiss. “Now be a very good boy and fuck me,yeah?”you smirked at him when he nodded his head.

“Very good boy” you took his hand and pulled him over to the bed before pushing him down. You stripped from your clothes and teased him when you got to your underwear.

You then straddled him and kissed him deeply all while unbuttoning his top. Kissing from his lips to his neck and to his chest where you kissed his nipples, smirking to yourself when he hisses.

"I'm going to make you feel amazing hyunjin," you purred into his ear as you removed his shirt and completely and tossed it aside.

You gridded down onto his member before grabbing him and positioning him at your entrance.

He moans softly as you slowly sink down on him, feeling his cock throb inside of you.

You moan loudly as your pussy stretches around him,feeling so perfect and wonderful that you smile.

He suddenly thrusted up into you,making you jolt forward “someone’s eager huh?” you snickered.

“M-more than ready!” he growls back at you.

You laugh and start to bounce slowly on him, enjoying how full you felt.

"Oh~" you cry out as his hands grip your waist tightly and he thrusts up.

You're moaning loudly now and moving faster on him, wanting to feel him deeper inside of you, feeling like you were about to burst.

"I’m so close" he moans out throwing his head back.

“Yes hyunjin cum I need to feel you cum. Give me all your sweet cum” you kiss him and bite his lip, making him moan.

He then grabs your hip and starts to pound into you hard and fast, making you scream out as he fills you completely with his thick load.

"Hyunjin!" you moan out his name as he keeps fucking you,making sure that you will cum too.

"Yes yes yes just like that hyunjin” you throw your head back as you feel the heat rush through your body, feeling your inner muscles clamp down onto him as you milk his dick with your orgasm.

His thrust slows down bringing you down from your high.

“Such good boy,” you reached under your pillow and grabbed a collar you kept just for this moment, hyunjin just watched you with his beautiful baby eyes as you clipped the buckle of the collar closed around his neck.

"So good~" you sigh happily.

You lay there with him,he snuggles against you still buried deep inside of you and you kiss his cheek.

He was gonna be yours forever and no one was gonna take him away from you.

#hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #skz fanfic #stray kidz #skz imagines #skz smut #stray kids #changbin smut #lee know smut #Chan smut #felix smut

[breezybangtanbebe]

❤️🥹 shout out to my fellow black writers on here!

#writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #fanfic #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop moodboard #poc #black history #monsta x #bts #ateez #stray kidz #Exo #wonho

[mewnekoice-mecha]

DC x DP Prompt

So here’s a thought I keep having regarding Danny. Like I keep seeing people refer to Danny as a twink, so how about we go farther with it.

Imagine Pretty boi Danny, I’m talking bout he’s got soft hair, cute smile, glows wearing heels and all around just looks like a Faerie (He’s King by this point)

Going with this,he decided to have fun and convince people that he’s actually a Fae. The potential is endless especially when In the Dc universe.(Protection comes in many forms after all)

The only thing though is if he DOES go into Dc it’s for a vacation and he decides to do an Ember and be an Idol he also doesn’t hide the face he’s not human so to others he’s a meta who decided to use his powers to sing. He gets really popular and has being doing shows and concerts, till he has to do a show in Gotham.

Shenanigans ensue

Here’s a pic for reference

It has occurred to me that my Danny in this Au is a K-pop idol, specifically Stray kidz comes to mind when making this

Bonus points for Whoever can figure out Which Boy in Stray Kidz he’s model after

(Hint: People are Always Shocked when he sings 🤭)

Edit: There are 4 songs I have in mind for Danny

Going Dumb- Stray Kidz

2 U- Justin Beiber

Better- Arc North

Ghost- Justin Beiber

This is an open prompt anyone can add to if they like. I’m curious what the phantom will add

@skulld3mort-1fan

#dp au #dp x dc crossover #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #brain dead #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp au

[dollyyun]

𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 13

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: expletives, angst, heartbreaks, drama.

WORD COUNT: 10k+

FEATURING: ITZY Yeji, LE SSERAFIM Yunjin, STRAY KIDZ Hyunjin

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

🍒MASTERLIST🍒

Four years ago, I never would have thought that the trajectory of my life would change drastically. The twenty-two-year-old me never would have thought that the shackles that chained her to the ground for years would be destroyed. Hence, allowing her to finally be free, as she was no longer tethered to the environment that often brought calamities throughout her life.

I, Hwang Stella, am no longer the heir to the forsaken empire, and no longer do I reside in Seoul.

New York is the place where I chose to start my life. However, I can't say that the beginning of my new journey here was easy.

After I miraculously recovered from fatal injuries and woke up from a coma a month later, Yeji was there beside the hospital bed. Her eyes were red and full of tears. Yeji read the news article about the major incident that happened in Seoul, and the details included Rena being an attempted murderer as well as Minhyuk having blood stained on his hands for years. Thus the downfall of the Hwang empire.

And so, I made a firm decision that I would move to New York. Yeji was more than glad to hear that, and she welcomed me into her home, where she was also living with her fiancé. But even as I had recovered, my mental health was ailing.

At that point in time, my past was catching up to me, taunting me in my slumber and even as I went about my day. The major incident that happened four years ago, and my past when the people I thought were family─ they had scarred me for life, and I've become traumatised by them.

I was mentally ill, always screaming and sobbing in my sleep, and would often have mental breakdowns at any time of the day. There were days when I couldn't physically do anything. Yeji and her fiancé─who I've eventually become close with and regard as an older brother─were more than worried about me and decided to bring me to therapy sessions where I used to attend daily.

As I recall, a grimace covers my face. To say the beginning of my new chapter here was bad is an understatement. I can't even imagine how my illness must have affected Yeji and her fiancé.

The drought was the very worst, then came the rain pouring down with storms, but eventually the dreary skies turned blue with streaks of sunlight peeking through the clouds, and flowers bloomed.

As the years passed, I'd become better. I've learned to embrace each scar, be it a physical or mental scar. As my therapist had told me, I must change my perspective on the ugly scars I bear and instead embrace them, as they are proof that I am a survivor.

No longer was I affected or traumatised badly by the scars that will forever imprint inside of me. No longer do I look at these ugly scars with such disgust and feel begrimed.

I was finally clean.

"Stella! Over here!"

As soon as I enter the two-story cafe establishment, my ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice I haven't heard since her schedule was packed for the last two weeks. My gaze settles on two figures from afar, with both their heads turning to me.

Arriving at their table, I am startled when she embraces me in a hug—a tight hug at that. I groan. "Aera, it's only been two weeks."

Aera, the girl whom I can call my best friend and sister. Four years ago, Aera made a firm decision to follow me. According to her, she could do whatever the hell she wanted since her family had disowned her. Yeji welcomed Aera and had her live in their penthouse too.

Since Aera and I were living together, she had seen the worst and ugly side of me, but she stayed throughout, and most of the nights when I couldn't sleep, Aera would be by my side all night despite the fact that she would have classes in the morning the next day.

Four years ago, Aera decided to enrol herself in the Parsons School of Design, as she had always dreamed of becoming a fashion designer. Now, as she has officially become one and is currently working for the same company as Yeji.

As for me, I had some thoughts on becoming an F1 driver as I've always been a huge fan since I was young, but I couldn't. I couldn't even race like I used to, because the word race itself would remind me of them. So, instead, I enrolled in a private school and continued to study.

Hence, I am now an external travel manager in the F1 industry and have been for about six months now. The responsibilities and work itself are tougher than expected, but I stayed resilient. Yes, it's tough, but I love what I'm doing.

Aera pulls her newly dark raven hair into a high ponytail. "So, any juicy news?" She asks us with her eyebrows wiggling before she looks at the person who is seated across from me. "Jen! You're always the one with juicy news! Anything to share?"

My eyes shift to the gorgeous red hair, and as our eyes meet, I immediately look down at the drink on the table.

Huh Yunjin, or rather, Jennifer, is a year older than Aera and I, but we get along well with her. I first met Jennifer when I enrolled in the private school here, where she was one of my peers. As we got closer, she had become a close friend of mine, and I decided to introduce her to Aera. Now, they're even closer than Jen and I were.

Well, probably because I had a one-night stand with her. Even till now, I can't seem to look at her straight in the eyes without feeling embarrassed. Jennifer is a gorgeous yet intellectual woman. She is also the daughter of one of the bosses in the F1 industry. She even had admirers, but she rejected them.

We used to be close until the one-night stand happened just three months ago. We were drinking at her apartment, talking about our first kisses and boyfriends, and laughing without a care, but then came this unexplainable tension and the shift in the atmosphere. Before we knew it, clothes were discarded, and we were in her bed.

Jen even assured me that it changed nothing about our friendship, but why does it feel like it has?

"I went on a blind date recently." Jennifer starts off, her eyes no longer on mine. "It was my mom's idea. He turned out to be a misogyny asshole."

"Isn't that your third blind date?" Aera chuckles.

"Fifth." Jennifer corrects her as she rolls her eyes. "The woman just won't give up that I'm not into relationships."

"Actually, I have something to share." I speak up as soon as I remember. "You guys remember Henry? He informed me recently that he managed to find my brother." I sigh. "He's here, in New York."

Both Aera and Jennifer soften their gazes as they look at me. They know about my attempts to search for my brother. As for my uncle, who turns out to be my biological father, I already know he's here as well, but I don't have the guts to meet him yet. Mostly because I'm not ready and I know that I will burst out everything at him. Even though the reasons were valid, he could've told me in the beginning, and I'd do anything to keep his secret safe.

When Yeji found out about the revelation, she cried and hugged me, assuring me that I was still her baby sister despite having different fathers. I wonder if my older brother would feel the same way.

"Well, when will you officially meet him?" Jennifer asks me softly, and I find myself being able to withstand our eye contact.

I bite my lip. "I'm thinking of visiting his workplace at the New York Performing Arts Academy on Friday."

"He's a teacher there?" Aera asks, her eyes widening.

"Not exactly. According to Henry, Hyunjin works as a dance director and a professional dancer who has won many competitions." I tell them with a small smile on my face, as I feel proud of him. "He would share his knowledge and teach the students whenever the academy needed him to come down."

"So, how are you feeling?" Jennifer prods, her eyes appear to be examining my face.

"I honestly don't know." I sigh. "Sure, I'm relieved, but I feel a little hurt because he didn't bother to search for Yeji and me, even though it's been many years. He could've at least found some ways to contact me."

Aera pats my back in a comforting manner. "Maybe he had his reasons."

"Maybe." I smile weakly. "But whatever. What's done is done. I'll meet him on Friday."

Jennifer raises her eyebrow at me. "You mean you'll be surprising him with your unexpected appearance?"

I chuckle. "That works as well."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Sure, I'll send in the report by tomorrow." I inform one of my bosses on the phone before I end the call. He had just informed me about the upcoming Grand Prix in Brooklyn that will happen this year, where all of the F1 teams will be participating.

Presently, I'm at the art museum. I don't know why I'm here, but something just tells me that I need to be here. As I appreciate the beautiful, intricate masterpieces in my view, my mind begins to drift towards certain individuals.

My lips flatten. Although I have officially cut ties with them, I know for a fact that my heart refuses to move on from them. Heck, I even asked Henry if there was any news about them just months ago. All he got was that they had separated as well.

My heart begins to ache. Cutting ties with them is for the best. Some of them have been gravely hurt by the major incident, all because they wanted to save me. I didn't want to bring more misfortunes into their lives, and so I left. Besides, they are better off without me.

"This origami architecture is beautifully intricate with such precision, isn't it?"

My heart beats with uneven momentum while I freeze in my spot. It is as if I have been paralysed. The sound of his voice must be my imagination. But the moment I feel warmth radiating from his body at my side, I know that I'm not imagining things.

As I turn my head, my eyes are trained at his side profile, which still looks divine as ever. His hair, which used to be blonde, is now jet black, making him appear more handsome than ever. He is decked out in an all-black fit, the blouse of his sleeves pulled until his elbows, revealing his golden wristwatch.

He probably knows that I'm staring at him, but his eyes are still fixated on the origami architecture. "I had no idea you were into the arts." He says calmly.

"Jay." I finally release the breath I have been holding.

He turns his head and meets my eyes. When a small yet gentle smile touches his lips, I can feel myself slowly crumbling on the inside.

"Stella." He greets me. Such longing and sadness reside in his gaze, which makes my heart ache once more. "I'm glad to see you're doing well and healthy after all these years."

Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave. When I said that I officially cut ties with them, it meant that I left them behind without any closure and disappeared without any traces of me left behind. All because I was a coward.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice sounding shaky.

"Don't worry. I didn't stalk you or anything. I just happened to be here and spotted you. I'm here in New York solely because of business." Jay says politely, almost too formal, as though I'm one of his business associates.

"Oh," is all I can manage. I swallow down a painful lump while the backs of my eyes start to burn. I manage to give him a smile despite my quivering lips. "Welcome to New York. I hope you have a wonderful time here, Jay."

"Thank you." Jay's smile doesn't falter.

I can't stay here any longer. Seeing Jay again hurts me more than it should, especially when they probably felt hurt and angry at me for disappearing.

"I have to go. Goodbye, Jay." I look away from him before walking away in a brisk manner. I feel my fingers trembling while my throat is starting to hurt. Alas, a teardrop has fallen from the corner of my eye.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

eeing Jay yesterday brought back memories I had buried deep. Because of his unexpected appearance, I was completely distraught that I had forgotten about something. As Jay mentioned that he's solely here for business, it means that he's here for the Grand Prix in Brooklyn.

How could I have forgotten that he's an F1 driver? If he's here in New York, then that means so are the rest of them. I have totally forgotten about them being F1 drivers, albeit on different teams.

 After I entered the F1 industry and began working as an external travel manager for different teams, that was when I discovered them to be official F1 drivers. I was fortunate that I didn't work directly with them, but it's enough to knock the air out of me. Especially when they looked good in their gearing suits and were considered esteemed drivers.

"Shit." I groan, rubbing my tired face. Since I'll also be involved in the Grand Prix, there's a high chance that I might bump into any of them.

My phone chimes on the table, prompting me to glance down to see a notification.

JEN: Hey, are you free tonight? I was thinking of inviting you and Aera to dinner at my crib.

Just as I'm about to reply to her text, my ears perk up at a familiar voice. "An iced Americano for takeaway."

I whip my head to the side. My eyes trained on his back, which is draped with a beige coat, facing me. I recognise those broad shoulders of his. He looks taller than I remember.

I immediately turn around as soon as he receives his order. I hold my breath as I see him walking away from my peripheral vision. I don't know what to feel. Do I feel happy? Sad? Mad? Because the last time we talked was on the night of that gala four years ago.

Stella, don't.

But I ignore my better instinct as I grab my coat and quickly make my way out of the cafe. My eyes scan this crowd of people by the street, and then I manage to spot his figure from afar. I don't waste time and start chasing after him.

I know I shouldn't, but my heart stubbornly wants to know about what he's been doing and how he's doing. Is he already married? If he is, then does he have a child?

Thankfully, there are not many people by the time I'm getting closer to him. I pant heavily as I stop with both hands on my knees. "Jungwon!"

He visibly flinches as he stops dead in his tracks. I can only hope for the best that he won't ignore me. He doesn't disappoint when he turns around, but I'm too stunned to see how mature he looks compared to four years ago.

"Stella." He utters my name in shock.

Despite my heart aching terribly while my mind recalls the night we talked, I manage a smile—a nervous one at that. "What are you doing here?" I already know why he's here, but I needed to start a conversation.

Jungwon visibly gulps. "What are you doing here?" He counters, and I can't help but to discern how his voice sounds a little deeper.

"I live here." I tell him, my voice coming out soft. "I've been living here for four years."

"Oh," He appears to be deflated, but his face remains stoic. "I'm here for business."

"I'm glad to see you again." My eyes glance down at his fingers, noticing how empty they are. "How's marriage life?" I ask awkwardly.

Jungwon looks away from me. "I didn't." His voice is barely above a whisper.

My face contorts into confusion. "You didn't?"

I see the way his jaw clenches. "I broke off the engagement. A lot of things happened in my life, Stella." He tells me with a deep sigh before he takes a step back, looking at me with eyes that hold such inexplicable emotions. "I have to go."

"Okay." But he doesn't hear my reply as he proceeds to walk away, leaving me in the cold just as he did before.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I am finally meeting my older brother for the first time in years. With each step I take as the academy's secretary assists me in the classroom where he is presently teaching his students, my heart pulsates, and there is a certain ambivalence about my feelings towards him.

I'm not certain how I'll react once I see him, but I know for a fact that there will be tears. Finally, the secretary pushes open the door to where there is more than one massive dance room arrayed by the hallway.

"His class is ending soon. You may wait for him here." The secretary informs me with a smile. I thank her before she proceeds to head back. As I turn my head, I spot various students inside the dance room through the acoustic glasses. My eyes finally shift to him, and I feel a pinch in my chest.

Professionalism masks his face as he teaches his students with exceptional dancing skills, but I can discern how happy he is, as if he was always meant to be what he is now. I continue to watch in silence without realising how close I am to shedding a tear.

Not too long later, the door swings open with students exiting the dance room with sweats trickling down their skin, but there are smiles on their faces as well as the chortles emitting from them.

I wait patiently at the side until he finally exits the dance room. With his back on mine, I quickly jog towards him. "Hyunjin Oppa."

Hyunjin freezes, as though hearing my voice sends him a whiplash. He slowly turns around and meets my eyes. The way he is staring at me is as if he doesn't believe that I'm real.

"After years of no contact with me, is silence all you can afford?" I force out a laugh while my chest feels constrained and my eyes are starting to sting with tears.

"Stella." He utters my name, and his face looks torn, as though seeing me hurts him. "I'm sorry."

Instead of feeling aggrieved towards him for abandoning me even though I knew that he didn't have a choice, I feel sorrowful. He left when I was only fifteen, and he had missed out on a lot, including not being able to watch me grow up. All because we were unfortunate to have fucked up parents.

Hyunjin's eyes appear to be assessing me before a small smile touches his lips, despite the sadness in his eyes. "My baby sister is all grown up."

I hold myself back from bursting into waterworks while a sad chuckle leaves my lips. "I'm not your baby sister, at least that's what I thought four years ago."

"What do you mean that you're not my baby sis? You are." Hyunjin steps forward and doesn't hesitate to place his hands on my shoulders. Tears glisten in his eyes. "I'm truly sorry for abandoning you. I had my own problems to deal with, and a lot has happened throughout those years."

"Yeah, a lot has happened, including the fact that I found out about the truth behind my birth." My voice shakes. "I'm not Minhyuk's biological daughter. Mother cheated on Minhyuk with Minjun."

Oddly, Hyunjin doesn't seem surprised. A sigh leaves his lips. "I know."

My heart drops. "You knew? When?"

"Since you've managed to find me, you probably must've found out about Uncle Minjun living here in New York as well. A year after I was disowned, Uncle Minjun brought me with him to move to New York." He explains, though he looks sorrowful. "He took care of me and supported my dreams until I managed to sustain myself after I achieved what I've always wanted. When I turned 18, that was when he revealed the truth to me."

A fallen tear trickles down my cheek. "Do you still see me as your little sister? Do you still love me the same after learning that I'm the result of Mother's infidelity?"

Hyunjin takes me by surprise when he pulls me into his embrace. The familiarity of the comfort and warmth of his arms hits me, and alas, I break down, clinging onto him as I weep. The long-awaited hug from my older brother was desperately needed.

"I promise you that nothing changes. Even if we have different fathers, you are still my baby sister." Hyunjin speaks softly beside my ear as he allows me to cry into his arms. "I'm so, so sorry for leaving you and Yeji behind."

I don't respond, and instead, I remain in his arms, feeling thousands of emotions pouring down on me. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Are you absolutely sure that it's okay for me to crash to this dinner?" I ask Hyunjin as I unbuckle my seatbelt. "What if Uncle gets a heart attack once he sees me?"

Earlier, Hyunjin and I decided to catch up on what we've missed in each other's lives, and to say a lot would be an understatement. Apparently, Hyunjin and Minjun knew about the major incident I was in, and he told me that they wanted to fly over to see me to know if I was fine, but due to unforeseen circumstances, they couldn't.

As for me, I informed him of everything, which included Minhyuk's abuse, Rena being an attempted murderer, and the fact that I used to race. I even told him about my career, to which he was happy for me as he knew that being the heir was never what I truly wanted. The only exclusion on my part is about a certain bunch of individuals.

Hyunjin turns off the ignition of his vehicle. "It's fine. Besides, aren't you family as well?"

I turn downcast. "But it's been years. He even has a wife and a daughter."

"And he's your biological father." Hyunjin counters firmly. "You know that you don't have to call him uncle anymore."

"I know, but it feels weird." I sigh exasperatedly. "Throughout my whole life, I thought he was my uncle, but then came the revelation. It feels weird to call him 'Dad'."

"You'll probably get used to it." Hyunjin ruffles my hair. "Now, come. We're thirty minutes late to dinner."

Soon, we've arrived at the porch, with me taking my time to observe the two-story modern architecture. Something stirs within me. His house looks cosy and homely. It's difficult to describe, but from the way I discern it, this house is most likely filled with a lot of love and a healthy environment.

As soon as Hyunjin presses the doorbell, we hear rushed footsteps before the door swings open, revealing a little girl who looks about eight, smiling widely at Hyunjin. "Oppa! You're here!" But then her eyes trail behind him before they settle on my face. Her smile falters. "Oppa, who is she?"

Hyunjin darts his eyes between us before he bends down to her height with a small smile. "Her name is Stella." Then he looks at me. "Stella, this is Sophia."

"Stella?" She tilts her head, examining me briefly before looking at Hyujin with a grin. "You mean, like a star?"

Hyunjin chuckles. "Yes, sweetie. She's like a star."

"A beautiful one!" Sophia's gleeful disposition brings a smile to my face. She takes me by surprise when she steps forward and takes my hand. "Stella Unnie, it's nice meeting you. Are you Oppa's friend?"

Before I can answer, another set of footsteps draws my attention, as does the familiar voice that makes my heart pound harder. "Sophia! Your mother is calling for you!"

"Kay kay!" Sophia releases my hand as she runs back into the house.

"Uncle." Hyunjin greets him as he engulfs him in a hug, while I am left stunned. My heart aches as I stare at my biological father. Despite hitting the age of fifty-five, he still looks as healthy as he was the last time I saw him.

"Your aunt was worried sick about you." Minjun rolls his eyes playfully while he still hasn't noticed my presence yet. "She thought that something bad happened to you."

"I'm here now." Hyunjin chuckles, but there is silence before he speaks up in a quiet tone. "Uncle, there's someone I think you would love to meet."

Hyunjin steps aside and reveals me to Minjun, who is staring at me as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes seem to glisten, though I'm not entirely certain to decipher the expression on his face due to how my vision is blurring with each blink.

"Stella?" Minjun utters my name in a broken whisper. "Is that really you?"

Although I initially held grudges against him, they dissipated the moment our eyes met. I choke back a sob. All I want now is to hug my real father.

"Yes." My voice cracks. "Uncle─" I am cut off when he takes a big step forward and embraces me in his arms. His arms envelope my body, feeling akin to a safety blanket that went missing for years.

"I'm so, so sorry, my daughter." His voice holds so much emotion as I tighten my arms around his figure, weeping into his shoulder. We stay in this position for awhile before he pulls away, but his hands are still on my shoulders.

He smiles through the tears. "You've grown up into a beautiful woman. I'm just regretful for not being there for you and for not telling you the truth. I truly wanted, and I did, but─"

"I know." I interject, my voice comes out soft. "You couldn't and weren't allowed to because of that monster, Hwang Minhyuk."

His hands tighten while his eyes harden at the mention of him. "He robbed me of my happiness."

I chuckle sadly. "I wanted to hate you when Minhyuk revealed the truth, but I couldn't. I could never hate the man who took great care of me, unlike the man who I thought was my father."

"There is so much I want to know, sweetheart." Minjun kisses my forehead, and his gesture is enough to bring back the tears. "But first, let's have dinner. I'm sure you must be starving."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Minjun's wife, Kelly, is a beautiful woman in her late fourties'. When she first saw me, she was stunned, but then she wholeheartedly welcomed me with a hug, as though she had known me forever. Apparently, Minjun told her about me being his biological daughter, and she had always wanted to meet me.

The two got married two years after Minjun settled in New York. They were friends until Minjun fell in love with her. He swore that he wouldn't fall for another woman, but then Kelly managed to weasel her way into his heart. Now, they are happily married and still going strong with an eight-year-old daughter.

Sophia, on the other hand, was genuinely confused when we revealed to her that I was Minjun's biological daughter, and that made me her half-sister. But Kelly and Hyunjin explained to her with lots of patience, and when she finally understood, she ran to me and gave me a big hug, telling me that she was more than happy to have an older sister since she had always wanted a sibling.

The ambience in this house is lovely and safe, unlike the Hwang Mansion. It's what I've always wanted: to be surrounded by such a loving family and a safe environment where I could talk about how my day was going, just like any other normal family.

"Allow me." I offer my assistance to Kelly in washing the dishes.

"Oh! It's fine, sweetie!" Kelly attempts to do so, but I remain resilient. Reluctantly, she yields, but a small smile dances on her lips. "You're so much like your father."

"Really?" I ask, glancing at her briefly while my hands multitask while washing the dishes. "I don't think we're that much alike."

"You two are more alike than you thought." Kelly's smile turns sad. "I'm sorry that you've had such a hard time almost throughout your life. You deserve to have a family that loves and accepts you for who you are."

As I wipe my hands with a cloth, I turn to look at Kelly with a faint smile. "It means a lot to me to hear you say that. Thank you, Kelly."

Kelly grabs my hand and holds it tenderly. "You must know that Minjun was heartbroken that he didn't get to tell you the truth and to be apart from you for so many years." She tells me with a shaky breath. "He thought he would never see you again."

"I thought too." I whisper. "I almost wanted to give up searching for him, but I knew I shouldn't."

"I'm glad you don't hate him." Kelly pats the back of my hand. "You're always welcome here, Stella. This can be your new home, too. I'm sure Sophia would be thrilled."

"Thank you so much, but I'm afraid I can't due to my job." I sigh. "But I'll be sure to visit whenever I can."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Instead of heading to my apartment after dinner ended, I requested Hyunjin drop me off at Central Park as I wanted to clear my head. Though the time now strikes 11 p.m., there are still some people at the park, but most of them are couples.

I glance down at my phone, which displays an invitation virtual card that was sent through my email. It is regarding a communal party where every professional F1 driver, the teams, and other members of the organisation are invited to attend. It will happen tomorrow night.

As I keep my phone in my pocket, I am contemplating whether to attend. A part of me is alarmed by the fact that there is a chance I may bump into any of them. If I do, what do I do? Do I run away for the second time? Do I greet them and maintain professionalism?

My heart aches again at the thought of them. There is no denying that I miss them dearly, but I know that I can't afford to be in their lives again, as I do not wish to bring misfortunes into their lives anymore. Though I love them, I've always hoped that they would find their significant other and be happy.

My steps seem to slow down as I look down, but my ears perk up at another sound of footsteps approaching, prompting me to slowly look up. I stop dead in my tracks as soon as we lock eyes. My heart begins to palpitate while my throat goes dry.

He looks more mature than the last time I saw him, and under the lamppost, I see that his hair is a new shade of magenta purple. His hair looks longer, looking like he has grown a mullet and tempting me to run my fingers through his locks.

We stand a few feet apart, just staring at each other while the ambiance feels melancholy. I don't know how to decipher the expression on his face, but as our gazes deepen, I recognise the emotions in his eyes, making my heart ache tremendously.

"Stella." He breaks the ice between us, and the mere sound of his voice is enough to have me in shambles. The way he utters my name is just the same as it was. He is still soft-spoken, as is the gentleness he emits. It's one of the reasons I fell for him.

My eyes glisten with tears, but I manage to utter, "Heeseung."

The corners of his lips upturn. "Isn't it dangerous for you to stroll in the park at night?"

"This isn't my first time." I reply, my voice becoming shakier than intended. "You're here for business as well." My statement seems to surprise him.

"I was, but seeing you here now, I guess I'm not here only for business anymore." He says softly as he takes a step towards me, and he doesn't seem to stop. I want to run into his arms so badly, but I refrain myself.

"Don't, Hee." I shake my head as my lips quiver and the tears well up in my eyes. "You're supposed to walk away from me."

But Heeseung doesn't relent, and before I know it, he is standing close to me with his hand cradling my face. "Just like you did years ago when you decided to disappear?" He asks quietly while my stomach churns with guilt. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Stella."

I can only look him in the eyes through my tears. "It's for the best, Heeseung. You know that."

"I know for a fact that your disappearance broke my heart." He whispers, bringing his face closer to mine before he leans his forehead against mine. "I never would have thought that you'd be the one to break my heart."

I remain silent as I allow the tears to flow freely. I watch as he holds my hand and raises it before planting a soft yet lingering kiss on my palm. "I've missed you dearly, sweetheart." He mumbles, placing my palm on his cheek and his hand firmly on the back of my hand. "You didn't even wait for me to wake up. You didn't even wait for me to tell you how much I loved you." He whispers brokenly.

"You shouldn't have missed me." I sob softly. "I'm not worthy of being missed by you, let alone being loved by you." I attempt to break free from his grasps, but he only holds me firmer.

"Don't." He pleads, making my heart shatter once more. "Don't disappear again, sweetheart."

"You don't understand, Hee. You can't love me, and we can never be together." I tell him with such desperation. "You deserve better than me. You'll only hurt yourself if you're tied to me."

"But I want you." I feel his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me closer until the space between us is nonexistent. I can feel his warmth with my body against him. He presses his forehead on mine, his eyes never breaking contact with me. "My body, my heart, and my soul desire only you, Stella. You're the only woman I want to be with for a lifetime."

"You must let me go." I whisper brokenly as I find myself growing weaker in his embrace. "You know you have to."

"No." I feel his lips on my forehead, kissing me. "I'm not letting you go again this time." It's a promise, and a promise he intends to keep.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The strong temptation to kiss Heeseung and how weak I got made me snap out of the trance last night. Thus, I forced myself to escape from his firm grip and fled from him, despite how my heart was aching tremendously. I didn't dare look at his face because I knew that I had hurt him for the second time.

I must remain steadfast and cannot afford to feel vulnerable, just as I did upon meeting Heeseung, Jay, and Jungwon. I must allow the old Hwang Stella to come to surface─when she was perceived as a cold, heartless bitch who didn't care about anything other than herself and her goals. I must make them hate me, even if they already do.

"Stel." Jen's voice brings me back to reality as I blink my eyes at her. She is staring at me with such concern. "I've been calling you many times, but you were staring into spaces. Are you okay? You look distraught."

I manage a faint smile. "I'm fine, really. I just have a lot on my mind lately."

Jen raises an eyebrow, and I notice that there are dresses draped over her arm. "Like, which dress should you wear for tonight's communal party?"

Right, I forget that Jennifer will be going with me since she's invited as well due to being the daughter of one of the bosses. Hence, she will be going with me. I expected awkwardness to envelope us when she asked me to accompany her to buy some dresses, but it has been rather pleasant. Maybe because I've been preoccupied by other things.

"I'll just wear whatever I have in my wardrobe." I shrug my shoulders.

Jen looks at me as if I had offended her. "I've seen your wardrobe before, and as much as I love your fashion sense, you have to buy a dress as well. Plus, I'm going to make you look drop-dead gorgeous and become the main event of the night."

"Jen." I heave a sigh, but she simply pats my cheek with a grin on her face.

"Trust me, babe. You'll be attracting attention. After tonight, expect to get a number from one of the F1 drivers, or more than one." Jen shoves one of the dresses into my arms. "Now, go and try this. It suits you."

I glance down at the dress and examine it. It's an off-shoulder midnight blue dress that reaches probably above my knees, and it is also adorned in glitter. I look back at Jen with uncertainty. "I don't know, Jen. This dress looks great, but─"

"Nu-uh. I'm not hearing any excuses from you." Jen proceeds to drag me into the changing room, quite literally.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Earlier, Jen insisted on doing my make-up, and so we decided to get ready in my crib instead. It was chaotic despite the fact that there were only two of us, but at the same time, I enjoyed getting ready for a party with my best friend.

Jen booked an Uber for us to get to the main headquarters, where the party is held at the reception. Presently, we are nearly reaching the location. I decide to open my phone camera to check my face another time. Jen really did a great job, especially the eyeshadows with the final touch of glitter.

"You look gorgeous, babe." Jen compliments me for the third time, probably annoyed by how often I keep checking myself on every mirror or pair of reflective glasses we are passing by. I can't help it. Somehow, I feel anxious and conscious about my appearance.

A shaky breath leaves my lips before I give her a tight smile as we enter the elevator. "You look gorgeous yourself too." I return, realising that I haven't really given her any compliments.

I dismiss how her cheeks look pinker than usual, but they are probably her blushes. In return, Jen gives me a smile, displaying her pearly teeth. "Of course! Which is why if I go missing and don't pick up your calls, I'm most likely busy with some other F1 drivers."

I simply raise my eyebrow. "Busy? Really?"

Jen smirks. "Yup. You can't really blame me. It has been awhile since I've gotten laid." She pauses, as though she realises something, before she clears her throat in an awkward manner. "Aside from our endeavour months ago"

"Hey, listen," I place my hand on her shoulder with an apologetic smile on my face. "I'm sorry for making things awkward between us."

A peculiar emotion flickers in her gaze before she assures me with a small smile. "It's fine, Stel. It's natural because we're best friends, and what happened was unexpected, but as I said before, nothing is ever going to change."

I exhale, feeling relief. I engulf her in a hug, though she appears to be flinching at my sudden affection. "I love you, Jen."

She stays silent for awhile before whispering. "I love you too, Stel." Maybe it's just me, but I sense hesitation in her tone.

Finally, the elevator chimes as it opens, prompting us to exit and make our way to the reception. As soon as we enter, I spot familiar and unfamiliar faces mingling around. The music reverberates throughout the massive reception, as do the laughter and cheers emanating from the guests.

"Oh! Tequila!" Jen stops by the drink section, prompting me to stop as well. She grabs one of the glasses before downing the content in one go. She looks at me with a grin. "I bet you'll love it! Here!" She offers me another glass to me.

As I'm about to accept it from her, my eyes widen when I spot Heeseung by the entrance of the reception. He is decked out in an all-black fit, and the turtleneck top he's wearing looks good on him. He appears to be in a conversation with two people, whom I recognise as other F1 drivers.

I immediately look away and snatch the drink from Jen before downing it in one go. As I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, Jen is staring at me quizzically. "I've never seen you drink like that. Are you really Stella?"

"I'm just really thirsty." I grab another tequila, drinking down my feelings.

"Woah, slow down, babygirl. We haven't even gone to the buffet yet." Jen places her hand on my back. Her eyes seem to be scanning behind me before they lit up. "There's my dad! You wanna follow me?"

"You go ahead. I'll catch up with you later." I tell her before she immediately weaves her way through the crowd.

As I'm walking, some familiar faces greet me and even engage me in a conversation, but I know I can't stay at one place any longer, and the chances of bumping into any of them are high.

"Team McLaren will win this round. I'm positive of it." I freeze at the sound of a familiar voice just behind me. Kim Sunoo.

"We can't be too complacent. We still need to continue practicing." Jay.

Act normal, Stella. I tell myself as I walk at a normal pace, despite the fact that my heart is pounding hard. As I'm hearing their conversation, it seems like they are too engrossed, and so I take this chance to quicken my pace.

But then, I stop dead in my tracks when I spot Jungwon from afar, with his fellow teammates. I turn in the other direction, and when I do, I curse silently. The universe must be hating me. Sunghoon and Riki. They don't seem to notice me yet, as they, too, are engrossed in their conversation.

My chest feels constricted. They look utterly handsome and gorgeous, and it hurts so bad. Though the only differences are that they look mature compared to four years ago, they do look different, and I'm not talking about appearance-wise only.

I must get away from their sight. And so I quickly make my way to the ladies' restroom. Seeing the sight of them tonight makes it harder for me to breathe, as though they stole my breath away, and my heart aches so much. All the memories I had with them, which I've buried, resurface, almost as if I'm reliving those moments all over again.

God, do those memories hurt so bad.

"Although it was just a practice, they can't screw up like that again."

I guess I'm walking too fast and too caught up in my head to recognise his voice, and before I know it, I bump into his solid chest. So much for wanting to avoid them.

"I'm so sorry─" He apologises, but the moment our eyes meet, recognition flickers in his gaze while his lips go parted in shock.

"Stella?" His voice is barely above a whisper, but I don't waste time heading in the other direction and walking away briskly. Thank God that I'm not wearing heels, or else my feet would already be hurting.

"Stella! Wait!" He calls for me a little louder from behind, which drives me to quicken my pace. I grit my teeth. Damn it, Sim Jaeyun.

It's ironic how fate wanted me to meet him, just like when I first met him back in college. How uncanny. My eyes skim through the crowd, trying to find Jen, but she is still with her father, engaging in a conversation with other fellow associates in suits.

My stomach churns with unease while my heart rate doesn't seem to be slowing down, especially when another pair of eyes have me locked, unable to look away. Sunghoon. To make it worse, he's only standing a few metres from me.

The expression on his face is akin to Jaeyun's, as though he can't believe to see me here out of all the places. He steps forward, and I can see the way his hand is trying to reach out to me. "Stella." His deep voice is discernible amidst the music that is playing.

It is ironic how the music fits the situation. It's 'we can't be friends' by Ariana Grande.

♪I don't want to tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide♪

I shake my head at Sunghoon, warning him not to get closer to me, but he's hesitating. I turn to the side, and my heart almost lurches when Sunoo and Jay spot me with their eyes widening.

"Stella!" Jaeyun stops just a few metres from me, and his gaze is fixated on me with such intent while despair sheens in his eyes. "Please, love."

♪Just want to let this story die, and I'll be alright♪

"Don't, Jake." I force my voice to come colder, and it seems to work as he visibly flinches. I must remain unwavering, and I must not forget my goal, which is to get them to hate me.

"Stella." I draw a sharp breath when Heeseung calls for me from the other side, and I'm now surrounded by them. They all look and sound genuinely shocked to see me. Of course, they would be. They never expected that I would be one of the major external travel managers in the same industry as them.

♪We can't be friends, but I'd like to just pretend♪

It's getting harder to breathe, and I feel overwhelmed by them. I know I said that I would remain unwavering, but right now, I just want to curl up into a ball and bawl my eyes out. Seeing their faces up close only hurt me deeply, like a knife slicing my heart.

"Stella, what are you doing here?" Sunghoon asks as soon as he recovers, and his eyes harden as they stare right into mine. "After disappearing on us four years ago, you had the audacity to show up like this?"

The sheer hatred he emits feels familiar, reminding me of when we used to be enemies. I guess we are enemies again, especially with the way he looks at me.

I don't respond, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't, because the next thing I know is that someone has dragged me out of their sight in a swift manner, as though he knew I needed some saving.

"Jungwon." I mutter his name numbly as I allow him to drag me somewhere else. I can only stare at the back of his head, wondering if he feels just as shocked as they are.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

We are at an empty meeting room, which is situated in the reception area, but just a little further from where the people are partying. I watch Jungwon in silence as I sit by the window sill while he paces back and forth with his fingers running through his raven locks.

I hold myself back from flinching when he directs his sharp gaze at me. "What are you really doing here out of all places?"

"I've been invited, of course." I answer curtly, hating how his intimidating disposition makes me feel small. "If I weren't invited, I would've gotten kicked out."

"I get that, but how?" He asks, looking bewildered, but then realisation hits him as his eyes go wide. "Unless you're working for F1."

I manage a bitter smile. "There goes your answer." I stand, smoothing down my dress. "Anyway, thanks for helping me to escape. I should head back now."

Just as I'm about to open the door, Jungwon puts his hand firmly on the door, preventing me from opening it. I shoot him a glare. "Yang Jungwon."

"I'm not done with you yet, Stella." A muscle ticks in his jaw, looking oddly attractive.

I scoff in disbelief while my mind recalls the last time we've ever talked. "We've been way done since that night at the gala. You said so yourself, or have you forgotten?"

"I know what I said, and there hasn't been a day where I don't regret it." Jungwon steps closer to me, prompting me to back up against the door. I maintain eye contact despite how flushed I feel by the distance between us and how the air around us shifts into something a little more dangerous.

"Then why did you do it?" I ask coldly. "I even insisted that we remain friends even though you would be engaged to another woman."

"Don't you get it, Stel? I don't want us to be just friends." His eyes darken, making me deflate by the intensity. "I didn't want to marry anyone that wasn't you, but you seemed nonchalant about it and the fact that you still insisted on us being friends."

My breath catches in my throat as the distance between our faces is dangerously close. I find it getting harder to breathe. "Jungwon."

"I didn't want you like a best friend, and even now, I desire only you." He caresses my cheek gently, but I sense danger still lurks beneath it. "I want to be yours, Stella."

My eyes flicker at his lips. Just one movement, and our lips collide. Just one. But I know better than to fall into the temptation.

I force myself to shove away any affection or familiar sentiments as my eyes turn colder. "Step away from me, Jungwon."

He doesn't deter. "Not until you give me your answer."

"There is no answer." I grit my teeth. "I suggest you drop this. From the moment you left, we were no longer friends or best friends. You're just a stranger to me now."

Hurt resides in his gaze as he staggers a step back. "You don't mean that. The Stella I knew wouldn't say those."

"The Stella you knew is dead." I continue to speak with such resolution. "Move on, Jungwon. Because I did."

I swing the door open and immediately leave him in the room. I can hear my heart breaking as I realise how I managed to hurt him. I blink away the tears that collect on the rims of my eyes.

As my eyes drift to the view in front of me, my lips flatten once more while my stomach churns with the previous unsettlement. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a long night.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The advantage of throwing the communal party in the massive reception is that the majority of the guests are within the main section of the party, so I won't have to worry about anyone stumbling into this area or listening. The last thing I need is for anyone to learn that I have an intricate history with the Formula One stars.

The music sounds faint as I maintain unwavering eye contact with them. Though my facade must've been cold with such resolution, my heart is pounding hard against my chest. I should've known better than to assume that this night would be going just fine without having to face them.

But something appears in my mind amidst the melancholy brimming in the atmosphere. Are they finally on good terms with Jungwon, who didn't bid them goodbye or even closure?

"You were with Jungwon. Where is he?" Sunoo asks, and even as he is the first to break the silence, it isn't enough to dispel the melancholy in the air that seems to feel suffocating with each passing second.

"I don't know." I reply, maintaining my poker face. "Surely, you guys have his contact information, right? Then call him."

"You think it's that easy?" Sunghoon scoffs, the hostility he emits feels nostalgic. His eyes are so cold and filled with hatred. "You don't even know the things we've all been through."

"Because you chose to disappear, like a coward." Riki adds as he leans his back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, and for the first time, he looks just as resentful as Sunghoon. "We would've been fine if you'd told us that you didn't want to stick around us any longer, but no, you chose the same method like Jungwon did to us."

"Ni-Ki." Heeseung looks at him, as though he is warning him, but Riki doesn't relent as he leans away from the wall and stalks towards me with his glare burning straight into my eyes.

"Let him." Sunghoon tells Heeseung. "She deserves to hear what he has to say for all of us."

Riki continues, and with each word he speaks, it is as though it is venomous. "Instead of checking on us to see if we were okay after we had saved you, you chose to abandon us without a second thought. You're just the same as Jungwon. Both cowards."

"Ni-Ki, enough." Jay says sternly, but earns a glare from Sunghoon in return.

"Was Ni-Ki wrong for saying all those things? Look at her! She doesn't even look the slightest bit remorseful!" Sunghoon exclaims.

I choose to remain silent as they start to bicker amongst each other. Little do they know that they're wrong. In fact, I did check on them. I did have second thoughts.

"I just don't get it." I speak up, drawing their attention. My hand curls into a fist at the side. "Why are you all acting this way? Why are you all hurt by the fact that I left?" My voice is resounding as I try to remain unwavering. "We weren't anything beyond friends. Just like what they all used to say, I'm just one of your girls."

"What has happened to you, Stella?" Sunoo asks sadly. "Why are you being this way?"

"I'm right, aren't I?" I ignore the stinging pain in my chest. "I was there to satisfy your wants and needs. I was just─" A painful lump appears in my throat while the back of my eyes are beginning to sting. "─a slut to entertain you lot until you'd get bored of me."

"You're not a slut, Stella." Jake doesn't bother to hide the fact that he is hurt by my statements as he stares at me with such devastation.

"How could you ever think like that?" Heeseung asks in a broken whisper. "We loved you. I loved you, and I still do."

Don't cave in, Stella. I mask my true feelings as I release a humourless chuckle. "You still don't get it, do you? You can't love me because─" My heart starts to bleed, "because I don't love you." I ignore the way most of them visibly flinch, as if I had hit them. "Just as I said before, we weren't anything beyond friends, and we certainly can't be friends."

"I hate you." Riki's whisper is resounding, enough to reach everyone's ears. He stares at me with such resentment, but he can't hide the pain written on his face. "The Stella I knew wouldn't be this heartless. I hate you."

"Ni-Ki." Sunoo sighs exasperatedly as Riki leaves the area before he chases after him.

"You're being cruel, Hwang." Sunghoon clenches his jaw, and amidst the hatred, I can see glimpses of heartbreak in his beautiful eyes. "Did my confession four years ago mean anything to you? Did we even mean anything to you?"

"I'm not being cruel. This is me slapping reality on all of you—that you are better off without me, just as I am." The lie tastes like poison on my tongue. "Whatever feelings you have for me, I'm not going to reciprocate them. We wouldn't work out, anyway."

"You don't know that." Jay steps forward, his hand reaching out for me, but he pauses before letting it fall to his side.

I shake my head. "It would be wise for you to forget me and move on with your lives."

As I turn around with the intention to run away for the ninth time, I feel a hand latching itself around my wrist firmly. "You think it's that easy for us to forget you?" Sunghoon's voice cracks in between, tugging at my wrist. I feel tears prickling in my eyes, but I don't turn around to look at him or any of them, or else they would catch glimpses of my true feelings.

"Please, just move on." I plead, gritting my teeth. "You'd only hurt yourself if you continued to stay hopeful that I'd return."

"Guess what, princess? You've already hurt us by breaking our hearts four years ago." Sunghoon says. "They're not going to mend by themselves unless the owner who broke our hearts mends them."

I forcefully yank my wrist away from his grasp before looking at him through blurry vision. "Then find someone else to mend your broken hearts." I tell him harshly, though my heart is screaming at me once more for hurting them.

"Stella, please." Jay pleads, looking as vulnerable as ever. "Don't be difficult."

"The only ones who are being difficult are you guys." I turn my back on them, but as I do, I spot Jungwon just a few metres away from us. The expression on his face is hard to decipher, but I'm certain that he heard everything. "Don't approach me, and don't talk to me again. If you do, I'll pretend not to know you." I say my final piece, and my voice wavers at the end.

I don't waste time walking away from them briskly with a fallen teardrop sliding down my cheek. As I busily try to wipe it away, I halt my steps when I see Jen in my view. The way she is looking at me tells me that she has been eavesdropping on us.

Jen glances behind me before she grabs my hand and takes me somewhere.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jen brings me to one of the lounge rooms, being careful that no one follows us. She closes the door while I settle myself on the mini-couch, feeling numb from whatever happened. My eyes remain fixated on my hands, and I don't look up as Jen sits next to me.

"You've probably heard everything, or at least most of it." I say quietly.

"I'm sorry." Jen sounds apologetic. "I was searching for you, and when I saw you with them, I couldn't help but to eavesdrop." She places her hand on my back. "The Formula One stars—they're the guys you told me about before."

I nod my head sullenly as my lips quiver. "I managed to hurt them." I look at her with a wavering smile while tears are brimming on the rim of my eyes. I chuckle brokenly. "It's what I wanted, and it's my goal. To hurt them so they won't have to be tied to me just as they did before."

Jen's eyes soften. "I understand, and I'm not picking sides, but from the way I perceived it, they do seem genuine, and they love you, Stella."

"That's the problem, Jen. They can't." I croak out, the tears are finally spilled. "It's for the best. I don't want anything to happen to them like the incident four years ago."

"But that was in the past, when you were in Seoul." Jen counters as she brushes a fallen lock from my frame. "Now that you're out of there, you can do whatever you want now. You're no longer tied to your past."

"You don't understand. Even if I'm no longer tethered to the Hwang name, my past will eventually catch up to me." My hands tremble on my thighs as I recall a certain memory that engraves deep in my mind. "I don't want to risk anything, especially when Hwang Minhyuk isn't done with me."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Jen's face turns serious. "Stel, what are you not telling me?"

With one look at her face, I burst into more waterworks, prompting her to bring me into her warm embrace as I cling to her while my mind drifts off to flashbacks.

▰▰▰▰

As soon as I recovered, the law enforcement officers paid me a visit and informed me that Minhyuk had made a request to meet me. Yeji was hesitant, but something told me that it would be wise to meet him before I left Seoul for good.

So here I was, facing the devil himself, with a clear glass in between us. It felt good to see him in his prison uniform after knowing the amount of blood he had spilled. I felt nothing but pure hatred and resentment as I glared at him, especially after knowing that he had killed Mary. What's worse was that he didn't even look remorseful.

"So why did you want to meet me?" I broke the ice, and my voice had no traces of warmth. "Surely, it couldn't be an apology, especially coming from a monster like you."

"You are right." Minhyuk smirks coldly at me. "I heard that you'd be leaving Seoul for good, but did you really think that you'd be safe even if you decided to fly to another country?"

"Your threats don't scare me, and you can't hurt me anymore." I stated in a monotone manner. "Seriously, you're wasting my time─"

"You ought to be careful, Stella, because trust me when I say that I will rise again, and this time, I will not fail and I will not miss." Minhyuk cuts me off sharply.

I sigh, rubbing my temple. "Let me guess, you're going to kill me again."

"Not only you. I'll kill the people you hold dear. Starting with those guys who you spread your legs for!" Minhyuk sneers at me, and this time, I felt chills down my spine. "You ought to be careful, Stella. You may never know when I'll rise again."

"The law won't allow you." I counter firmly.

Minhyuk chuckles. "You have no idea how influential and powerful the Hwangs are, do you?" He slowly rises from his seat, looking down on me with such animosity. "Heed my words, Stella. Wherever you go, they go, and when I find them, I'll be sure to carve out their hearts and deliver them to you on silver platters."

This time, I didn't hold back from the anger I was seething with. I abruptly stand, my seat flinging away. "Don't you dare hurt them, you sick psycho!"

Minhyuk took pleasure in seeing me in this state. "I was right. You love them. This makes everything easy and delightful."

I gritted my teeth. "I'll have you imprisoned until the day you die, Hwang Minhyuk."

Minhyuk startled me when he slammed his hand on the glass, and his erratic behaviour alerted the guards. "Don't underestimate what I can do, Stella!" He struggled in the guards' grip as they attempted to bring him away. "Mark my words! I won't let you have your happy ending! I will find you! You hear me, Stella?!"

I staggered a step back as my chest started to hurt while Minhyuk was still shouting in the background, cursing me, until he began to fade.

▰▰▰▰

Yeji was being careful as she eyed me cautiously with the way I walk, though I was still limping slightly due to the injury on my thigh, thanks to Rena, who was currently behind bars. Like father, like daughter.

"I just need to see them one last time." I told Yeji as we stopped outside of the room where the guys were in separate beds. Just earlier, I stopped by Jaeyun's private room, where he was regrettably still in a coma. I watch with my heart aching at the sight of Riki, Sunoo, and Jay conversing with small smiles on their faces. Sunghoon looked asleep, whereas Heeseung was still in a coma due to the fatal injury to his stomach.

"I'm done." I said shakily as I wiped the tears away from my cheeks. "Let's go, Unnie."

"You know, you don't have to leave them like this." Yeji held my arm as we walked away. "Yes, they hurt you when they revealed their involvement in their parents' schemes, but even I can tell that they genuinely love you."

Yeji didn't know another reason why I was doing this. She only thought that I was still reeling in hurt from the revelation that they became closer to me due to their parents' schemes. She didn't know about the promising threat Minhyuk told me yesterday.

"It's for the best, Unnie." I told her as I held back my tears. "They will move on and forget about me eventually."

Yeji could only sigh at my adamant behaviour. No matter how much she tried to persuade me, I would remain steadfast. Besides, I'd rather have them hate me for leaving than risk their safety just because they got tied to me once more. Yes, I believed in Minhyuk's warnings. That monster was capable of anything.

I'd rather die than allow anything to happen to them a second time.

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#enhypen #enhypen fanfic #enhypen poly #enhypen reverse harem #enhypen x fem oc

[mobiused]

korean pop music is very uninspired. is it horny reasons that attracts the western geek to kpop or is it like hm what is it

I feel like this question has two be answered in two parts, early kpop vs present day kpop.

In my opinion it's entirely untrue to say kpop was uninspired - one of the biggest draws for older kpop stans is that Korean music didn't sound like anybody else's music. Usually, especially from SM, it consistently brought outstandingly well produced songs with innovative experimental concepts and ideas to the table. Novelty is exciting, and you don't get much more exciting than the music producer's playground. You may have noticed a lot of "serious" producers have credits on Kpop songs (Dem Joinz for example produced 'Don't U Wait No More' by RV as well as multiple songs on Kanye's DONDA, just as an example) - this is because the bar for what's allowed for release is a lot more flexible, so producers enjoy unloading their creativity. There are many seriously good songs created as a result, so it's not strange that people enjoy them.

But this only counts for actually good k-pop (which good releases seems to be dwindling in number year by year.) People who stan groups who make bad music are obviously just attracted to the members. This is why Kpop group members are called idols and not singers/performers; they have a responsibility to show an attractive persona to their audiences as much as they have a responsibility to sing and dance. I don't think it needs to be characterised as horny, sometimes lonely people just like having a person or group to spend time with. If they're constantly on TV or even better interactive mediums like VLIVE, IG live or Fab Bubble, you can feel even closer to them. Being a fan is a good way to fill the time if you're lonely, I think.

There's inevitably an element of Asian fetishism involved though. Japan and Jpop might be too "weird" for a westerner, but because of Korea's long history with America and active attempts to use soft power/hallyu to become more digestible for westerners, they seem more "normal" by comparison - we're just like any American boy band / girl group except we just speak and look Korean! If you hate American girls because they're all skanks, or you hate American guys because they're all jackasses, then look no further to Korea, where they're all polite, charming and of course attractive, without being too culturally different. (Of course, this is a racist and fetishistic attitude, and Korea has so much culture that its Hallyu wave tries to 'dilute' to be seen as more digestible for the West - this is one of many side effects of American occupation and imperialism which persists to this day).

Moving to present day, in the world of globalism and having twitter accounts aged 12, I think the "appeal" of Kpop is far more social. America has failed to meet demand for homegrown popstars for teenyboppers (Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez are all out of fashion now - is Olivia Rodrigo meant to singlehandedly replace them all?), so people are looking to Korea.

Imagine it like this, you're a tweenage girl and your friend just invited you and another friend to a sleepover. You both go up to her bedroom and your other friend goes SQUEEEE IS THAT THE LIMITED EDITION STRAY KIDZ ALBUM??? WHOS YOUR BIAS??? and the girl who invited you round also screams and they start talking about Stray Kidz for 20 minutes before even acknowledging your presence. You obviously feel left out right? Wanting to be included and fit in is motive enough for people to become kpop stans. You don't even have to like the music, you just pick a person you think is attractive and boom suddenly you fit in. Now you can collect photocards, know all the inside jokes and lingo, go to concerts together, tag your friends in memes, you're included now. Fandom is a social thing, and if the hot topic is kpop groups, then to fit in, you should also stan kpop groups. Sometimes it's really as simple as that.

Of course this isn't just a teenage girl thing and can apply to 30 year old redditors with their circle of friends just as much, though I'd imagine with significantly less pure intentions since they're probably on r/kpopf--*GUNSHOTS*

Bottom line is that there are a lot of reasons, probably including some I didn't cover, but I don't think it's any one thing. And kpop music isn't uninspired, at least certainly not worse than american pop.

#also while i think it's irresponsible to not acknowledge history/politics lmk if it's worded badly #im not a histographer so i kinda suck #long post #broadly there's 4 categories of kpop fan: teenage girl; ahjussi/redditor creepy man; kpop music connoisseur; hag who cant let go of 2nd gen

[doitforbangchan]

EEEE!! OML, the chapter was better than I imagined ♥️♥️ My jaw was touching the floor by the end of me reading it ! But what really shocked me was the mention of Hongjoong :0! That had me wondering, Stray Kidz and ATEEZ beef in the future🤔?? AAH THANK YOU SM🙏🏾🙏🏾 I can’t wait for the plot to thicken 😩🫶🏾

i’m so happy you enjoyed it 😭😭😭 best believe the plot gets thicker than a snickers and i can’t wait for you to read!! thank you ☺️

#stray kids #🍯 answers #skz smut #you are so sweet #thank you so much

[nonclassyparty]

Okay so I just stayed up till 3am reading starring role and after putting it off for a while and honestly I can’t believe I ever did that?!?! Something wrong with me fr but this fic is just 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

Okay let’s start of with our main girl!! I just want to hug her so bad. Although nothing excuses her behaviour towards Boyoung, I get why she’s the way she is especially to someone like yeosang. I hate how everyone seas as this ditzy, rich girl with no brain. But the worst has got to be her parents - her mum and me will throw hands I swear. And what’s even more heartbreaking is how you can tell she clearly misses her brother but like wtf happened? I can’t wait for the reveal for that? I can only imagine it’s drugs related but knowing her I’m sure she took it up a notch. In a time where she probably needs her brother the most he’s not there and I’m sad about it.

Okay Choi fking San, like you warned us, but honestly makes my blood boil ESPECIALLY after he had the absolute gall to come BACK to her after his failed relationship. Again nothing excuses the reader to say what she said to Boyoung but nothing excuses San to say what he did either. And his friends are so mean and for what? But now with the reveal of why Yeonsang is the way he is I’m excited to see what he does or says to her now. I just saw someone ask if San will leak her secrets after she confronted Yeosang and omg??? That will be honestly the worst thing he could ever do 💔 also when she realised that San is just some guy ™️ was actually so funny to me

I love Wooyoung and I just adore how close they became, he deserves the words and a sweet boyfriend!

Joonie is also another sweetheart, I love that he wants to progress her art work and just be her friend!!

Also not the stray kidz cameos 👀🫰🏽

Okay so now Mingi!!!!!!!!! This guy had my heart flip flopping all over the place it was unreal! Get why your pissed at her when she was mean to your bestie but then???????? Treating her like she a dumbass then being all sweet and generally making her seem like a better person and her valentines gift 😭😭😭 all for him to just spew out all that shit? Almost in tears 😔 He honestly needs to get his head out of his ass.

This fic is a rollercoaster and I really can’t wait to see what happens next and things getting revealed etc!! You’re amazing and have great day!

omggggggggg thank you so much!!!!

well yn isnt the nicest person in general😭 she's pretty mean and self-centered but that's her character so yeah she was pretty shitty to boyoung. she'll talk about seonghwa more in the next chapter and he'll have a pretty interesting arc by the end lmfao

i thought of writing a chapter from san's pov which wouldn't be really a chapter but something in the form of e-mails i guess?? but i decided against it bc my life is kind of a mess rn and i just want this story to successfully reach its end. but later on when i'm better and if i'm in the mood for it, i might post that chapter as an additional part bc i already have a good chunk of it written out...we'll see. i think it would be interesting to write from his perspective bc i know a lot of people wonder about him and it was pretty fun to write the bonus part

there will be so much of wooyoung in the next chp and it will be mostly sad but he's my baby so..

also in the last couple of chapters i've completely neglected joong but thats bc he was mostly linked to yn by mingi and professor ahn so when everything went to shit between them i kinda lost how to include joong in the story BUT i think he will also appear in the next chapter.

and mingi omggggggggggg i cant wait for him to come back, he'll be so pathetic and there's nothing i love writing more than men being pathetic and grovelling so i'm excited for that!

anyways thank you for reading once again and for this lengthy message!! have a nice day

[jinnieboosworld]

“Ding”

Bangchan x Reader

Requested / yes @enaluvs

Gender neutral

Word Count:554

Description

When y/n a professional dancer takes up the opportunity to be a backup dancer for a boy group, they never could’ve imagined them going to a convenience store after long hours of training would end up with the group’s leader falling for them and vice versa.

A/n Just a little short drabble, I don’t know if I should make this a series but if you guys like I definitely will

“Ding” is the sound that started it all. “Ding” is also the sound of an email coming to y/n’s computer. Stopping in the middle of her morning routine she goes to check the email. When they saw the email address they almost fainted. [email protected] is what it read, it was an offer to work with them as a backup dancer for a boy group named Stray Kidz, they saw your dance covers and original choreography on YouTube. So, of course, you immediately got your manager on phone and asked them to respond, this was the biggest job you had ever gotten an offer for so you had to be super professional. Here you are three weeks later standing in front of the practice room’s door. You knew that the members and other backup dancers were in there practicing for the group’s upcoming concert which made you super nervous. You open the door and everyone in the room turns their head towards you. You awkwardly greet them and walk toward the choreographer to see what they were working on. You got acquainted with the group and the other dancers just enough so it wouldn’t be awkward. Six hours later after everyone else had gone home you were still there stuck on a particularly difficult choreography you decided that it was time for you to call it quits for tonight. You packed up your things and headed out. You stopped at a convenience store that was close to the JYP building. Opening the store’s door, you briskly walk to the ramen section and then to the counter to pay for the ramen. All the while was completely oblivious to the eyes that were watching you the entire time. Chan was seated at a table eating ramen while working on his computer when he heard the door open, on instinct his head popped up to look at the door when he saw you. He remembered you from your first meeting earlier today mostly because he thought you were really pretty. As you walked around his gaze couldn't leave you. It was just something about how you pranced around the aisles so excited to eat, he thought it was adorable. “Hi your y/n the new backup dancer right,” he said as you walked past his table with your food in hand. “Uh yeah Hi,” you said a little confused as to who he was since he had on a black hat and a mask. “Oh I'm Chan,” he said picking up on the fact that you were confused. “Oh yeah Hi Chan,” you said more confidently now. “Would you like to sit with me?” he said shyly “Yeah sure” you said sitting down. You both talked for a while. You could both feel almost an electrical connection between the two of you. But then you landed on a conversation topic about relationships. “So are you seeing anyone?”, he said. “No, not really”, you responded. “Well, are you interested in seeing anyone?” he asked. “Not actively but I'm open to it” you replied cheekily. “Is that so”, he said smiling. “Well then, can I maybe have your number?”. You smiled and said “Sure”. “Ding”, is the sound that started it all. “Ding”, is also the sound of a message from Chan asking you out on a date.

A/n yay my first writing I hope you guys like it and let me know if you all want this to be a series. Bye Loves 💕

#skz x reader #skz #bang chan #chan x reader #chan x you #oneshots #chan oneshot #x yn

[death-in-shift]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

OOC: We add 5 more!

1.) Enemy - Imagine Dragons, JID, League of Legends

2.) Faucet Failure - Ski Mask the Slump God

3.) Callin’ - A.C.E

4.) MANIAC - Stray Kidz

5.) The Eve - EXO (Korean ver.)

#ooc #songs #yerrrrr

[rollingrollingrollinghiills]

NEW WRITING BLOG

Hi wonderful people that I hope are staying safe and getting extra precaution due to the virus.

I just wanted to say that I made a new writing blog! I made it earlier and I already have Three posts up (EXO Mafia au because we basic but who cares I love me my rich men) But don’t worry, I would also be writing for other groups like NCT, SVT, Ateez, SKZ, etc. etc. 

Without further a due, here’s my blog!

Writing blog: rollingrollingrollinghills

I know it says that request is still closed but if you’re reading this and wants to request, just say ‘ from 404d’ and I’ll give you some special treatment.

See you guys there!

#exo #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo oneshots #exo oneshot #stray kidz #stray kidz imagine #Stray kidz imagines #skz #nct #nct 127 #wayv #nct u #nct dream #nct imagine #nct imagines #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez imagine #svt #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines

[prodbyteez]

opt. anagapesis [a]

(n.) no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved

it’s been 5 years. you stared at the person in front of you. it was only by coincidence that you were standing in front of this person in the middle of the park you first met. it could’ve been a seen from a movie - your white dress flowing in the wind with your hair tickling your face; their hands in their coat pocket as their hair ruffled in the wind.

it’s been a long time

you bit your lip unsure how to respond.

it has

you had been in a relationship with said person in front of you for 3 years. until the say that you had to leave the country and return home because your father was promoted at work. it was the worst goodbye you’ve ever had to overcome in your entire life. you both wouldn’t stop crying and you both wouldn’t let go of each other right until the very second you had to board your flight. you promised each other that you would wait for the other one to come back. 

but space and time did it’s thing. texts became dry. video calls became less frequent. soon enough you both weren’t speaking to each other unless it was a birthday or holiday. but even then - you knew things had changed. 

they knew you were returning, but as you looked through the airport crowd in anticipation to spot the familiar face, your face fell flat. of course they weren’t coming to see you. 

how have you been

good

you bite your lip in fear of crying in the middle of the park.

i’ve missed you

me too

what happened

i don’t know

you felt utterly broken. there was no hint of love for you in the eyes of the person in front of you. fondness, sure. but not love.

you dare to pose the question

do you still love me?

i don’t know

that was enough.

i see. i guess i’ll just see you around then

yeah, i’ll see you

after that, you walked past the love of your life, knowing that the love they once harbored for you had dissolved into nothingness. 

#angst #one shot #imagine #scenario #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop one shot #kpop scenario #optional bias #optional bias scenario #ateez #stray kidz #bts #nct #got7 #b.a.p #gosh i am so sad #writingsbyteez

[skzcre]

the way you write sub chan >>>>

i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt chan with a puppy play kink who, when he’s in puppyspace, wants nothing more than to curl up in your lap and be showered in affection

like all sorts of kisses and head pats and compliments until he’s overwhelmed and all he can do is bury his face in your thighs in embarrassment

also thinking abt how he’s JUST SO CLINGY!!! will literally attach to ur leg and whimper at you and he’s so Big that it’s almost comical watching him act so small. like chan is that giant dog that still thinks he’s a puppy he’s adorable

#ask box: chan #the puppy!chan agenda #its my favorite #nobody asked but still #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz headcanons #skz imagines #skz smut #bang chan #bang chan headcanons #bang chan smut #bang chan scenarios #stray kidz #sub!chan

[almondeyes-biased]

[06:43] "Why are you awake this early?" you touched Chan's shoulder as you got near him. He smiled, but didn't take his eyes off the shore. The waves were softly crashing on the shore and the light morning sea breeze slowly caressed his locks. He intertwined your fingers and squeezed them softly.

"I had no sleep, but I didn't wanna wake you up, so I took a walk." he turned and kissed you on the cheek. "I like it so much here. It's calming."

"Do you want me to stay, or do you wanna be alone? I can leave if you wanna stay by yourself," you told him. He smiled and shook his head, then leaned on your shoulder.

"I always want you to stay."

@moonchildel 💕

#kpop #stray kids #stray Kidz #SKZ #bang chan #Chan #Chris bang #Chan x reader #Chan x reader smut #Chan x reader fluff #Chan x reader angst #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop imagines #kpop drabble #kpop hours #kpop ask #kpop chan #bang chan angst #bang chan fluff #bang chan smut #kpop inspired #kpop Christopher bang chan #for her #friends

[jenoptimist]

rest assured, you would never trust a telepath again

The way the cold air wrapped itself around you had you shivering, hunching your shoulders into youself in a feeble attempt to trap in any traces of heat. What you were wearing was no help as it differed from your usual cozy attire. The outfit you wore was extra special since it was the night of the grand award ceremony that Chenle was nominated in. Your boyfriend had been raving about it for weeks on end and you knew he deserved it because you witnessed first-hand how hard he worked.

In the distance, you could see the tall building that it would be hosted in and you thanked the gods above. In any other circumstance, Chenle would have picked you up and the two of you would go to the venue together. This time, however, you were arriving on your own because of a hiccup that happened at your store. It was as if events kept piling on today and what made it worse was that your taxi dropped you off at least four blocks away from the venue because of the traffic. You should have just apparated there like you had originally planned.

A shot of irritation ran through you when someone pushed into you as they made their way down the opposite direction. The sidewalk wasn’t even crowded! They just had to bump into you, didn’t they? If you were a worse person, you would have hexed them but seeing as you weren’t taught to use your magick for such petty purposes, you bit your tongue and trudged forward. You really couldn’t wait to be in the comrforting presence of your boyfriend.

“Hey!” A man yelled from behind you and you chose to ignore him since he may have been calling out to someone else but walked a tad bit faster, just in case–you never know what could happen, especially if he was magically inclined. “Hey! Excuse me!” A large hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. Without a moment of hesitation, you mumbled a spell that had the stranger be shoved backwards, falling on his back. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” He said loudly.

Old friend? You had a strong connection with most of your friends, even the ones that were overseas, and this guy? This guy with his half-up half-down hairdo was someone that you definitely didn’t have a connection with because you most certainly did not know him.

‘Please trust me. Someone’s following you,’ his voice rang in your head and it took all your power not to jump. Telepaths weren’t people you came across by regularly since those possessing the ability was thought to have died out, allegedly due to madness. Although you weren’t entirely sure. ‘If you don’t believe me, check the other side of the road. There’s someone lurking at the end of the block.’

Tru to his word when you followed his instruction, hastily sneaking a glance at the direction he told you, you did find someone there. It felt like your blood ran cold. How long had that person been following you? How did you not notice? The more questions that popped up, the more ill you were starting to feel.

“Not going to help me up?” The stranger chided, a chuckle following his words as he stood up. ‘I’m going to hug you now, alright? It’s all for appearances’ sake.’ You followed his chuckle, which sounded robotic to your own ears, and gave a terse nod.

After letting he let you go, you made a big show of greeting him. “Wow, it’s been so long! I haven’t seen you since, what, you left to go study abroad? How have you been?” He played along, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he whisked you away from the area. “Are you headed to the award ceremony, too?” You asked, noting how his attire was similar to yours.

“Yeah, I’m actually one of the nominees. Figured you were as well ‘cause of what you’re wearing.” Hyunjin admitted as he dropped his arm from you shoulder and offered his elbow to you instead, which you declined. You had just arrived at the entrance and you didn’t want Chenle to get the wrong idea if he saw the two of you arriving together, arm in arm. Especially since he didn’t know who Hyunjin even was.

“Oh,” you arched a brow, “bragging are we?” You teased as you handed your jacket to the staff. The two of you were directed to the reception area that was buzzing with chatter. Scanning the crowd, you were quick to find your boyfriend, his bright orange hair highlighting him among the natural colors and random spots of blues, purples and greens. Just as you were to say goodbye to that man that had helped you, he steered you away and directed you to a group of people with an arm around your waist.

“These are my friends,” Hyunjin said before he began introducing them to you one by one. You tried to remain pleasant, shooting them friendly smiles, but all you wanted to do was shove his arm away from your face and run over to your boyfriend. Chenle’s eyes were definitely the ones you were feeling at the back of your head. “This is y/n. They’re–”

“Sweetheart.” A voice cut in. You almost sagged in relief when the arm around your waist was replaced with a more familiar one. There was a level of wrongness that you were feeling but without your familiar, a cute black cat that you doted on, you couldn’t be too sure. Hyunjin seemed like a nice enough guy, though, so maybe it was the effect of knowing that someone was following you. After a quick kiss to your forehead, Chenle added, “You’re finally here.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you replied as you leaned into him, “there was a bit of a situation.”

Concern etched itself on you boyfriend’s features immediately. “What! What happened? Are you okay?” He was looking for any indicators that you were harmed, eyes wildly scanning you from head to toe.

Before you could even begin to explain what had happened, including how your day started off terrible, Hyunjin beat you to it and began relaying the situation that played out.

Chenle’s smile seemed pleasant when Hyunjin finished speaking but there was a tick in his jaw that you recognized immediately. “Thanks for helping. We appreciate.” And with that he spun the two of you around and lead you to the rest of your coven.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered to Chenle as Donghyuck began a dramatic re-telling of how Minhyung messed up the potion they were working on for weeks.

“There’s something off about him.”

“Who? Hyunjin?” Your boyfriend nodded. “He seems harmless to me.” On your walk on the way over, he was full of bright smiles and loud laughter. Yes, it could be said that he was suspicious because he just happened to be going to the same destination as you were, but you could rule it as coincidence. Or fate.

Chenle’s brows furrowed, his mouth twisting. “I don’t know. I don’t trust him.”

“Well, you have nothing to worry about because I probably won’t see him again after tonight,” you kissed his neck, just below his ear. “Now forget about him and let’s enjoy tonight.”

*

You were wrong, of course, because the gods loved playing games with you. Two weeks after Chenle won the award for the category that he was nominated in, the telepath walked into your small store. You were in the middle of re-arranging a few bits and pieces when you heard the bell ring and when you looked over to acknowledge them, you were surprised to find him by the counter. Hyunjin held his face in the palm of his hands, looking at you with a goofy smile.

“Hey,” he sang, watching as you took the crystals that were misplaced by a customer and walked over to the counter. “Busy?”

Remembering that your boyfriend was weary of them man, you told yourself that you would act cordial but with caution. “Not today.”

Hyunjin hummed. “Let’s have lunch! I’ll treat you!”

You almost dropped the crystal you were holding in shock. Hyunjin was very straightforward and if you were the witch you were a handful of years ago, single and desparate for love, you would have swooned at such an attractive guy being as bold as he was. A telepath, too. Other witches were a dime a dozen and being one yourself meant that you weren’t particularly curious about them. Younger you would have probably tripped over your feet in hasty agreement. But, again, that was you in the past. The you in the present was no longer looking for love because you found it in Chenle, who loved you endlessly and never failed to remind you that he did.

“I don’t know,” you replied, “there’s other stuff that I have to do.” You weren’t good at making up excuses on the spot and you were sure that it was very obvious. Judging by the way he chuckled, he caught it.

“Aw come on! Please?” At this point your familiar, Beans, had stopped prowling the area and hopped onto the counter. There was an odd atmosphere in the air when he did, staring at Hyunjin intensely. The man looked at Beans and when they met eyes, the air disappeared and your familiar settled, curling in on herself. “It’ll be fun!”

Eventually, you gave in. There wasn’t much to do, anyway, and, well, you were your own boss so nobody would be on your tail for closing up shop early. Hyunjin really was harmless; he was sweet, funny and had a boyish charm to him. In fact, he becomes a regularly presence in your shop. He embedded himself into your life easily, meeting up for coffee or lunch frequently, watching a new movie in the cinema every now and again, and a lot of the time he helped you around the shop. Whatever wariness you were holding quickly evaporated the more the two of you spent time together.

The reason why you were with Hyunjin more often was because Chenle was busy. He was off working on more potions and the like so that he can get more recognition. As much as you supported him and wanted him to thrive, you missed the days where he would surprise you with lunch that he made, or when the two of you would go on spontaneous dates. He never had time for that anymore, any time for you, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him how you were feeling because it was selfish. His work was something he took pride in and you didn’t want to distract him from it just because you were feeling lonely.

It wasn’t just Chenle, however. All of your other friends had very demanding jobs too, so nobody really had time for each other anymore.

When you and Chenle finally had time for each other, it didn’t go like you though it would. It was the first time you saw him in almost three weeks and the first thing you did was argue. At first, it was over something small that you were willing to overlook because you knew how snarky he got when he was tired. But then it escalated and escalated and escalated and soon you found yourselves trying to shout above one another. It was brutal. The two of you had never had an argument like this and the night that you planned including lots of cuddles and movies was long forgotten.

“Lele, please,” you sighed once silence took over. Your throat felt raw and you were tired. A cute night in with your boyfriend was all you wanted but apparently that was too much to ask. “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

That elicited a scoff from him. “Spend time with me? What, have you gotten sick of that telepath?” At the surprised look that you gave him, he laughed. It was bitter and ugly and it was something that you never wanted to hear again. “Yeah, I know that you’ve been spending all your time with him,” he looked at his fingers. “He’s dangerous, y/n, I–”

“Dangerous? Chenle, he is not dangerous!” Your boyfriend scoffed again and you couldn’t believe that you were arguing over your new friend. You were so over it. At that point you just wanted to curl up in bed and try to sleep, maybe your dreams could offer some happiness. In the heat of the moment you said, “Hyunjin makes time for me. Which is more than I can say about you.”

“I make time for you, y/n.” Chenle answered, eyes hard.

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” you retorted, “I haven’t seen you in weeks! And now that we can actually be together, we’re arguing! Gods, Chenle!” You sighed heavily. “I think you should go. We can talk when we’ve both cooled down.”

Your boyfriend stared at you intensely, a tick in his jaw, before nodding curtly at you. The moment he left, you fell back on your couch. The night was a disaster and you would definitely need to talk to clear the air, but for now you would eat some of the cupcakes you bought earlier and watch some romcom movies.

Beans curled up by your feet and you bent down to scratch behind her ear, holding back the tears that were welling in your eyes. She has been weirdly silent recently. While she was no means a chatterbox, she did enjoy adding comments every now and again. It often had you stifling a giggle so that your customers wouldn’t know that your familiar feeding you her opinion of them in your mind. She was a fiery one and you loved her for it.

Two hours into your romcom movie marathon, you vaguely heard the door open. Strangely, the wards you placed hadn’t alerted you that someone was at the door like it normally did. Maybe the boys were pranking you again, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Honey, is that you?” You called out, pausing the movie. Secretly, you hoped that it was. You wanted so badly to make up with him, the guilt had began eating you up minutes after he left your apartment. “Chenle?”

‘Guess again.’

You had time to let out a scream before you became unconscious.

*

When you woke up, your eyes had trouble adjusting in the darkness. Your mind raced. Chenle was right. Hyunjin was dangerous. Why hadn’t you listened to him? What did the telepath even want from you? You had nothing to your name apart from your small store. Unless he was actually targeting your boyfriend. You felt faint at the thought.

The shackles on your wrists were cool against your skin as was the metal chair you were confined in. You mumbled an incantation in hopes that you could escape which resulted in nothing. The shackles were most likely created with something that disabled your magick. A curse escaped your lips.

When the door opened, the lights turned on and you saw Hyunjin step inside with the a group of people that you vaguely recognized as the men he introduced you to before. You regarded them coldly but gave the telepath a look of betrayal.

The man himself smirked at you as he began to ramble, something that was reminiscent of a villain’s monologue that was shown in children’s movies. The other boys were in agreement with him as he told you about his plan of getting close to you and then, once he had gained your trust, would swipe you away from Chenle. This plan that he created was made for petty reasons, mostly to do with the fact that he wanted to see your boyfriend, his long-time opponent, crumble to pieces.

By the time he finished, you were left speechless. Did he really want Chenle to fail so bad? Why couldn’t he just take it as healthy competition? Before you could even open your mouth to say something, anything, there was a cloud of smoke by the door and there was Chenle in all his glory. His eyes were glowing like they always did when he used his magick. From behind him, you could see the rest of the boys, their colorful hair a comforting sight.

They made quick work of defeating the small crowd that Hyunjin was with, Chenle was especially lethal and in all the years that you knew him, all the years that you were together, you never once saw him like that–scarily cold and ruthless. By the time he reached you, he wasted no time breaking the shackles and hoisting you in his arms even though you were perfectly capable with walking. With a nod to your friends, he apparated the two of you out of there.

Neither of you made a sound as Chenle made another round of checking you for any injuries. You sustained none except for the slight discoloration on your wrists which was fine because you were able to accelerate your healing by making some tea with a lot of the herbs that you owned.

“I’m alright honey,” you assure for the nth time. “No injuries.”

“Still,” he muttered, “I could’ve lost you.”

You grabbed his balled fists in your hands and pressed a kiss into his knuckles. “But you didn’t,” another kiss and then, “now, we need to talk about our argument and how you knew Hyunjin was dangerous.”

Chenle frowned. “You were right about me not spending time with you anymore. And I’m sorry I started the argument. I found that you were hanging out him with all the time and I got jealous. I also just knew that when the two of you came in together during the award ceremony that something was wrong. Especially when you said that your day was horrible. Hyunjin has been experimenting with dark magick recently but I wasn’t sure until I caught him working on his upcoming project.”

“Oh,” that was a bit of a shock and your mind was getting dizzy at the sudden turn of events. “Well, I’m sorry, too. I said some pretty awful stuff that I didn’t mean. I don’t mind that we don’t see each other as much because I know that your work is important but it gets lonely, you know?”–he nodded–“And I should have listened to you when you said something was off about him.” Beans walking around Chenle’s legs, like she was begging for attention and the sight of her made you frown. “Do you think he did something to Beans? She hasn’t been speaking to me recently. Or, well, since Hyunjin entered the shop.”

“Yeah, possibly. I can ask Jeno to check on her tomorrow?”

“Please.”

“I’m going to take this weekend off,” Chenle announced, peering at you through his lashes, “we should go on a date.”

A smile blossomed on your face and you jumped at him to capture him in a hug. “Of course!” When you began babbling about the different things you wanted to do, he let out a small laugh. It was the one he did whenever he was amused and it sounded like music to your ears.

As the two of you curled up on the couch, Beans hiding somewhere, Chenle repeatedly pressed kisses to your cheek as he wrapped his arms tightly around you which made you feel warm.

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REQUESTED: “pride + ego versus love” [skz: minho ft jisung + ateez san]

genre: FLUFF + slight spice

ficstyle: bulletpoints + female reader 

request: “ I have an idea for stray kids Minho... like their high school top students (Minho and the reader) and they have a fiery competition for grades and both of them fall in love but their ego doesn’t let them confess, but everyone around them can notice that they like each other... idk just an idea.. hope I was a bit of help 💛💛💛 “

note: here I am; back with a SKZ fic; featuring Jisung from SKZ and San from ATEEZ + enjoy!

the students crowded around the school board of grades to see what grades they got 

you were extremely anxious to get your grades; it was a game of tug of war 

with whom?

one of the school’s top student; Lee Minho 

girls loved him

guys wanted to be his friends

he excelled in sports and academics

the teachers loved him

people would say that you two were twins; the same person even

but you both would deny it

you both were so competitive over everything

you two never saw eye to eye

your jaws tightened when you saw that he was tied with you at first place

“wow, Ms. 2nd Place is finally at the top~” you heard someone slow-clapping behind you

sadly, you knew that voice from anywhere 

“I was only 2nd place last month, Mr. Lee..” you snarled back 

you were met with his exceptionally good looking face but you could never ever admit that; you had too much pride for that 

he cocks his head as he pretends to be thinking really hard

“oh really? last time I remember, you were 2nd place 7/12 months last year.. and 10/12 months-”

“you know, maybe if you focused this hard on your project for the science exhibit you would’ve got 1st place... oh and I won that contest, by the way..”

students began to crowd around you two as you two kept on bickering back and forth

you exhaled in relief when you heard the bell ring for the first class

“don’t think about me too much in calculus now~” he jeers 

“I’d rather bite on my own tongue and die~” you mocked back 

you rolled your eyes as your best friend, San, throws his arm around your shoulder

“that’s some tension between you and Minho... are you sure you don’t like him one bit? I mean you two have so much in common-”

you jabbed him in the side, “Minho? I would never be interested in him..”

you said that but deep, deep down in your heart, you liked him for a long time

but your pride and your urge of being competitive pushed the idea of love away

you knew nothing of love and you hoped that it would go away by putting you pride and ego first 

at the same time, Jisung shoved his shoulder into Minho, “you know what they say about boys teasing girls right? they tease out of love-”

Minho pulled his friend into a headlock and gave ruffled his hair

“I could never like Y/N... we hate each other!”

but Minho’s like you ever since he met you, being young the first time he met you, he didn’t know how to talk to you 

so with all that he knew, being academic and school sports, he began getting competitive with you; thinking that, that was the only way to get your attention

although you two were so sure that your deepest darkest secrets were hidden, everyone could see right through you two 

before lunch, the daily announcements came on, reminding everyone that prom was this upcoming weekend 

everyone chattered away about asking their crushes to prom

San turned to look at you, “hey I know you aren’t too big on school dances, but it’s our last year and you would be my BEST friend if you went~”

you rolled your eyes at him, “I’ll go if someone asks me..”

he nudges at you, “if Minho doesn’t ask you, I will~”

you saw girls looking over at him and went back to your lunch, “I think I’ll take my chances without having my hair getting scalped by your fans..”

Minho was looking at you from afar as you were laughing at what San was saying

“you know maybe if you talked to Y/N like a gentleman and not an asshole, there’s a higher chance of her saying “yes” when you ask her to prom~” Jisung mumbles loudly as he stretches out into a yawn

Minho shoved in an apple into his mouth, “why would I ask her to prom? why would I even go to prom in the first place?”

Minho couldn’t stop staring at you and San

you two were childhood friends, so to Minho, there was a high chance that you would go to prom with him, date him, marry him even 

as stubborn as Minho was, he didn’t want his ego to get the best of him 

the announcement continued with a list of who was on prom court

you and Minho both found it odd that you were both on court; although everyone nominated you two anyways

since the announcements, there were promposals every corner you turned 

you had small hopes that Minho would ask you

but then again, it was known to everyone that you were his sworn enemy, so why would he?

you were slightly sulking in the hallway when you were face to face with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers; peonies and baby-breathes

 the person behind the bouquet pointed to the stack of flashcards in the bouquet

you took them and read it out loud

“first of all, you’re beautiful”

“second of all, you’re smart”

“and if you went to prom with me, we would be a God’s work of art..”

you smiled at the quirky messages 

that smiled almost came to a halt when you saw who was behind the bouquet

“look Y/N, if you don’t want to go with me, then you don’t have to but.. I need to get this off my chest before I regret it..”

he waited for the moment that you walked away

but you didn’t

you stood there with hopes that you this was not just a daydream

“I’ve-..” Minho took a deep breath before assuring himself that his ego won’t lead him to love 

“for the first time, I wanted to let you know that.. I’m sorry..”

you rose your eyebrows in confusion

“I’m sorry for making you feel like- I mean.. okay.. what I’m trying to say is...I like you.. I’ve liked you for the longest time.. honestly since, I’ve met you..”

“then why were so mean to me..”

he gently handed you the flowers, “because I didn’t know how to talk to such a beautiful girl..”

you scoffed at him, “sounds like a shitty excuse to be an asshole..”

you took the bouquet from his hands anyways

“well it seems like I have nothing else to do.. so I guess I can go with you..” you tried to hide your smile with the bouquet in your hands

and Minho saw through it

frankly, he was just happy that you accepted him

“so you don’t hate me?” he leans in closer to you with his dashing smile

you couldn’t help but get defensive against him, “who said I didn’t hate you? I pity you.. that’s why I’m going with you..”

he smirks at you, “let me walk you to class..”

you shrugged at him, “so you can be late to class? be my guest~”

although you thought you were doing a good job at hiding the fact that you liked him, Minho could see right through you

“you know you’re a bad liar, Ms. 2nd Place..”

you gave him a shove, “you will not call me as such..”

“then should I call you mine?”

you couldn’t help but break out into a smile

maybe admitting to liking this guy isn’t as bad as you thought it was 

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