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kireilixie · 4 years

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[bed time stories] 📖

from the world of I can’t sleep by @hoseoksbunnydimples

It's another day in the kindergarten, a little bit after lunch and you're reading yet another story to help the kids sleep. It's a routine to read to the kids before their afternoon nap, usually you and Jeongin would switch turns reading to the kids, but somehow he had insisted on taking your kitchen duties to have you read to the kids, you hadn’t really complained, you’d take reading any day over washing dishes.

"Noona, are you done?" Jeongin asks softly from the door, eyeing the unconscious toddlers, and before you know it he's navigating his way through the kids, careful not to step on them. "I wanted to talk to you." Soon enough he's by your side, helping you with Yuna who had fallen asleep on your lap, carefully positioning her unto a cushion.

Exiting the playroom you ask the younger boy, "What is it?" Despite having an inkling of why he'd want to talk to you. "If you're going to ask how I'm feeling I'm fine, tired, yes but so far so good." You can feel the lie weigh down your chest, making it difficult to breathe and talk.

"Oh, no noona- it's not my place to, I was just wondering whether you can keep reading until next week. The kids seem to fall asleep faster with your reading." Jeongin's eyes refused to meet yours, licking his lips nervously as he explains, his nervousness somehow goes over your head in your embarrassment of overthinking the younger boy's intentions.

"Sure, Jeongin, sorry for assuming." You can feel the guilt tickle at your stomach, creeping in to occupy your already muddled thoughts.

"It's alright noona." Despite your hostile attitude towards the younger boy, he sends you a warm smile, one that would make you feel like a proud mother.

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It’s seven in the evening when Jeongin finds himself outside Chan's apartment, wrapped in his heavily padded parka to combat the freezing weather of winter. It takes a few minutes before he's buzzed in and he's making his way to the third floor.

"Jeongin?" Surprisingly it's the youngest member of 3racha who answers the door. Despite a lack of a response, he ushers the younger male in and into the shared apartment. "What're you doing here this late? If you're here to talk to Hyung about y/n trust me we've tried bud."

"No, I won't talk him into anything, but I have something that might help him with his sleep." Jeongin tosses the small blue USB into Jisung's lap. "Tell him it's in return for helping me with that paper I had to do." That's all he says before he's out the door leaving the introverted male confused and shocked by the younger male's icy and short visit.

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“Jeongin, why do you have recordings of my voice?” The next day you find Jeongin’s phone in the bookshelf next to you blinking as you read to the kids for their nap. You can see how Jeongin’s features pinch up in the panic of being caught red-handed, knowing that arguing with you would be useless he sighs in defeat.

“I’ve been sending these to Chan Hyung, to help him with his insomnia, he hasn’t gotten any sleep in the past weeks, and I owe him a favor so I thought why not.” Jeongin wasn’t the type to show his affections toward his older friends but you knew he cared for them in his own way.

“You could’ve told me, I would’ve done something.” The sentence comes out in a whisper, guilt beginning to eat you up in, concerned for your ex-boyfriend.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you, you would’ve gotten back with Chan Hyung. And I don’t want that. You broke up with him for a reason, noona, he got too focused in his work, and that isn’t healthy in a relationship, Chan Hyung is like a brother to me, but noona, you can't just get back with Chan Hyung cause you feel guilty he hasn’t been taking care of himself.” You’re blinking in shock his words, you only realize you’ve begun crying as he cups your cheek, slowly wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. “I know that I don’t really have a say on what your decisions may be Noona, but, please think over them.”

Words refuse to come out your throat as he fixes you with a soft gaze, with an emotion you’re unable to decipher. He’s patting your head before he takes his leave to resume his own set of chores.

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“And with true love’s kiss, she broke the witch’s spell, returning the Beast to his original form, a handsome prince.-”

“Unnie, would you love someone like the beast?”

“Well, the Beast was very mean to Bell in the beginning because of his lack of trust, but he changed for Belle, he became better and I think that’s very important. Maybe I would come to love someone like the Beast, but the risk of losing yourself in the process of changing someone is scary as well, Yuna. Now, don’t you worry about that and get some rest.”

Your soothing voice echoes in the room of the young producer, eyelids heavy and tired, your reading guiding him to his deeply needed rest. Your words catch him by surprise, heartwarming at your soft interactions. Unbeknownst to the young producer, the same recording plays in an apartment just a few block from the daycare, but unlike Chan’s happy and relaxed disposition, your words cause the younger male’s heart to clench at the admission.

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chaninfused · 4 years

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[a song in every breath] From the world of ‘An Angel’s Guise’ by @luvhjs

Chan knew, from the moment your pendant lost its light and dimmed like a blown-out candle. He lost the very person he was assigned to protect, mere hours before finally parting ways—before he did what would tip the worlds upside down. Nothing compared to the hollow space that became of his heart.

He also knew who did it, for only one person knew of his feelings.

A car accident. Such a horrible, miserable death. And he didn’t have the power to prevent it, let alone be there.

Chan stormed into Lee Know’s abode, the feathers of his wings portraying the chaos of his pure, divine soul. He guessed the angel would be busy writing on his little notes from the mortal world, the method he took to communicate with his former Graced.

He was like them all. Attached. Still deeply caring.

He couldn’t believe someone like him would do such a thing, even as he saw your book resting on Lee Know’s table. Your name no longer glowed on the cover. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not in at least twenty years.

You had time. So much time for all the silly dreams you shared with him, all the wishes you whispered under the canopy of stars, all the memories left to collect. Chan wanted to be there for you. By your side, forever.

He couldn’t tear his gaze from your dull book. It shouldn’t be there. “You went to the Library of Souls.”

Lee Know looked at him in sadness, although Chan couldn’t see it. “Yes. I did this for you, Chan.”

“Did this for me?” His attention crashed on the angel, almost violent. “You killed her!”

“I told you to stop. I told you to control yourself. We’ve all been there, Chan, but you were going to risk it all as if nothing else mattered.” He met his gaze calmly, much like the perfect angel he was. “I had to do it. I hope you can forgive me.”

Forgive.

That’s what angels did. They forgave. They defended. They gave. They helped. They loved. Yet all that burned in Chan’s heart was hatred and anger towards the younger angel. It was a foreign emotion, and he felt it crawl into his heart and darken his soul. “Forgive you?”

He narrowed his eyes, hands rolled into fists as he hissed, “I can’t forgive you.”

Lee Know noticed it, the flicker of something other than pure light in Chan’s eyes. He wondered, for a moment there, if he did the wrong thing. What if he only pushed his friend into closer doom?

But angels don’t make mistakes.

“Chan, stop.” He eyed the blackening tips of his wings with concern. This wasn’t right.

But the mentioned angel only stepped closer, jabbing a finger at the culprit accusingly, “No, you stop! Stop telling me what to do! You messed it up once, I won’t let you mess it up again. Stop intruding into my matters!”

“I helped you.”

“You didn’t help! You killed her! And for what? Nothing!” He didn’t know what propelled him to do that, but Chan raised his hands and shoved the angel into his desk.

Your book fell to the ground with a thud.

His eyes widened in the horror of realization when Lee Know grunted, and he stepped away, not noticing the darkness that consumed his wings. Completely.

The angel shook his head, slowly, as if in disbelief. Angels don’t hurt. He just did. Angels don’t get angry. He just did.

He could only mumble, broken, “Didn’t you love your Graced too?”

Lee Know gave him a sorrowful smile as he pushed himself up. “Very much.”

“Then why- why would you do this?”

“Angels understand, Chan. I thought you would.”

“I-I,” he didn’t know what to say, and for the first time, he felt heavy. His wings became sagging weights. Dead. He understood what it meant. He felt hate and anger. He attacked and hurt.

Angels don’t do that.

The last thing he remembered was the angel’s sympathetic tone and gentle voice, the only farewell he’d receive before falling to the mortal world. “You failed, Chan.”

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missinghan · 4 years

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「 took the long road ↠ lee felix 」

⤷ from the world of Clover Prince by @chaninfused

“Feels good to be back?” Hyunjin gives Felix an endearing pat on his back, smiling at him almost apologetically.

He looks back into the prince’s eyes, lips drew into a thin line. Something’s glinting in the brunet’s eyes which he can’t quite catch. Felix has been searching for the meaning behind those kind gestures and encouraging words for the longest time yet he failed at finding that one thing — pity. The prince doesn’t pity him one bit, after everything he did. If so, what’s the point of all of this?

“I might not know what it feels like to be abandoned by your own family,” Hyunjin voices, this time his gaze is dropped low, eyes turning stormy. “But I do understand how hard it is to not being able to feel their love.”

Felix’s breath hitches in his throat. Abandonment is a betrayal. It’s an eternal flame that burns the soul, a thorny path on which the mind and body wither. Felix was blinded by so much hatred and resentment towards the family he never knew that he agreed to go against his loyalty for Seveith. Everything backfires when he found out his parents are now so far away, content, and happy with their new life. A life without him.

Upon the demeaning silence, Hyunjin exhales, “I talked too much, didn’t I? Come with me, the queen wants you to join us for dinner.”

“Please, Your Highness, I am humbled by-”

“Y/N, stop!” Felix snaps his head when someone shouts along the hallway, accompanied by quickened footsteps. He recognizes that voice everywhere — it’s the head of the guard. But his heart dips once the sound of your name echoes inside his eardrums. Before his chest can swell with happiness and the light can come back in his stoic eyes, something jabs against his jaw. This causes Felix to stagger backward, his balance quivering for a moment as his pupils dilate to focus on the figure before him.

“You bastard.”

There you are; you’re still as beautiful as he remembers. How can he ever forget? Whether it’s the curve of your lips or the stars in your eyes, your smile, or your voice, Felix’s confirmed that not even all the beauty in this universe can hope to compete with you. It’s a shame that your emotions won’t be able to hide behind that tough facade you’ve been keeping up with for your whole life. Pain is evident in the creases of your brows and sorrow has pooled in your orbs, an ocean of hopeless grief. You can’t forgive Felix; however, you can’t stop loving him.

“Y/N, listen to me,” Minho places a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. “Don’t do this. He’s not our prisoner anymore, you know that. He had his own reasons.”

“And they weren’t valid enough to put our kingdom at stake,” you spat, fists curling, knuckles turning white. “They weren’t worth trading my sister’s life.”

Felix licks his lower lip and tastes his own blood, cringing at the coppery smell. “It’s fine, she has every right to detest me,” he says rather calmly, locking eyes with your enraged ones. You’re right, he was a bastard. For turning his back on Seveith, for turning his back on you because of such an insignificant offer that only deepens the emptiness inside his ribcage. Forgiveness is the last thing he expected during his days of getting chained up, dozing off against the cold walls of his cell like a soulless being.

Hyunjin chimes, cocking his head to the side, “It seems a little unfair to him, don’t you think? Everyone’s already trusted him. You’ve known him for your entire life, give him a second chance, let him make it up to you.”

“Trust?” you laugh sarcastically before turning to face Felix, your index finger comes in contact with his shirt. “I was the first one who trusted you, remember? Who found you all alone in the forest that day? Who taught you how to pick up a sword?” As the distasteful words leave your lips, you helplessly pang your fists against his chest, your eyes glimmer with silvery tears. Your voice shakes from the amount of anguish inside your lungs, “We went through so much together, Lix. Yet you just turned around and backstabbed me. Did those memories mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?”

“No,” Felix gently grabs your wrist so that you’ll stop and look at him. “You mean everything to me. So please, let me make it up to you.”

“How are you going to do that? Bring Ryujin back?”

Under the gentle moonlight, the intentions in his eyes are unfiltered, causing your heart to be stuck inside your throat. There’s always something about his gaze that you’ll never find in another man; it feels as though at that moment, your erratic heartbeats are once again in sync.

“I can’t,” he gives your hands a squeeze, this time something’s flickered in his heart — a promise, a silent oath. Finally, Felix understands as to why Hyunjin decided to give him another chance. “But I know who’s the cause of her death. And I’m going to help you hunt them down.”

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holy-hyuck · 4 years

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[ 15:49 ] pokemon trainer!au

{when fire meets water -> han jisung}

warnings: badly rushed and unedited. i’ll probably go back to it on the weekend and re-write because some bits are seriously bad. but!! i finished it and it’s nearly 1k. it’s also still 25th here but of course i would do things last minute. i struggled with this because i rarely watched tv as a child but pokemon was my precious little baby when i was younger. enjoy!

Adjusting your jacket, you took a deep breath before entering the grand building. You wasted all your waiting time calming down your nerves instead of training, but the pep talk did little to help anyway. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and kneeled to hounddour's level. The dog let out a whine, and you patted his head in response.

"We're gonna be okay, you know? I have faith in you." With that, you placed a kiss on his head and got back up, ready to face your opponent at the opposite end of the pool. You've noticed, unlike yourself, that many trainers weren't close to their pokemons, and quite frankly, it baffled you. Hounddour was just like the pet dog you spent your entire childhood with, before you met Ash and Brock, anyway, and began your adventures.

You were ready for just about anyone but the boy your age that walked out. His hair was soft-looking, blond and fluffy, his cheeks round, his height about average, and even though he tried to appear more badass by wearing fingerless gloves and a leather jacket, the smile he gave to one of the cleaners gave him away. Come to think of it, he was kind of cute - but only kind of.

And then you saw it, right when he faced you. The crazed look in his eyes, the passion and competitiveness, the drive that seemed more than dangerous, and you knew you were in for a long ride. You wavered, your legs almost giving out, and your feet were ready to retreat. Hounddour sensed your fear and he gave you a nudge with his nose, bringing you out of your bubble and back into the present.

"A fire type in my domain? You must be new to this. Or just insanely stupid," he sneered.

"Neither," you replied through gritted teeth. He was playing with you, you knew, and yet you were falling for it. Your temper was too short for your own good, your companions have always told you.

"Aww, no need to get so upset. Think of it this way; even if you lose, you had the honour of battling the Han Jisung. Isn't that something worth bragging about?"

Okay, scratch everything you said before. He was the cockiest man you've ever had the displeasure of meeting.

"That? Not really. But beating you? That's a different story."

Something in his eyes changed and he cracked his knuckles audibly. The change in the atmosphere prompted you to ready yourself.

"Fair enough. Gya, out!" he bellowed, and as though with the click of a button, the beast emerged from under the water.

It was ferocious and atrocious inside and out. It sneered and thrashed around in the water, and observed you with its greedy eyes, waiting for the command to attack. You knew that the moment it was given, it would destroy everything in its wake.

"You can do this, baby. You've got this," you whispered, and in response, hounddour nuzzled his head into your leg, then got ready.

"You ready to do this? There's no coming back from here," Jisung asked. Was that...concern that you noted in his voice? No, it couldn't be. In the ring, Han Jisung didn't care about anything but victory.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you said, hoping to believe it was true.

And then the fight began.

Although your hounddour tried to stay out of gyarados’ natural element, he was inevitably failing. There was only so much he could do, playing defence instead of offence until his opponent caught him off guard and slammed the end of his powerful tail into his body. The pokemon was sent flying across the hall, and you let out a scream, your legs begging you to run after him and shield him away from the oncoming beast.

“You sure you don’t want to give up? If you do I’ll treat you to dinner and we can all forget about this.”

You looked up at Jisung, your lungs too weak to shout across the pool. Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched gyarados flail around in fury, body acting against the mind, against Jisung’s commands, who urged it to stop.

It was clear that everyone in the room became uneasy.

Amongst the chaos, Jisung caught your eye. He watched as your fearful face morphed into one of triumph, and he had just a second to register what was happening before the noise reached his ears, and then he was drenched in water from head to toe.

Your stifled giggles burst out into the open, their echoes painting rainbows across the dull walls. Hounddour used every last bit of his strength to shower your face with kisses. "I knew you had it in you."

Jisung stood baffled, eyes darting across gyarados' body, the bite mark on its tail invisible save for the clear water turning red around it. It bled into the water until the nurses came, afraid of touching its scales but knowing the pokemon had to be healed.

"See? I told you I had faith in him." You smiled up at Jisung, getting up to wrench your hair. Silence fell between you two, even though the room was filled with applause.

"So, um-" Jisung cleared his throat, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. The cocky boy from less than an hour ago vanished, just like that. "Is that dinner still an option?"

Was... Was the pokemon trainer asking you out? Were you dreaming? Not only did you win a battle against him, now you could be going on a date with the man himself. The Han Jisung.

Your heart fluttered and you fought off the heat rising to your cheeks. "I'll think about it," you replied, smirking slightly as you did so before getting up and leaving the stunned boy behind, sending him a playful wink on your way out, hounddour trudging behind.

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skzwritersclub · 4 years

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Blurb Challenge: We’re Going on a Trip!

A trip? To where? For the fourth official event, members, we are presenting you with blurb challenge!

It’s simple; we’re challenging you to take a trip into another writer’s world and write a blurb based on it! But, here’s the catch:

• The world must be one from our writers’ creations.

• You must ask for permission from the original writer to use their world (have a small conversation!).

• You must add a new element to the story; be it a character or a feature.

• Do not change the original storyline (e.g. do not remove an original character or change something about it).

Tag your wonderful creations with the tag #swcBlurbChallenge, we can’t wait to see what you have in store for this event! You’ve got until the end of this month. Have fun!

#stray kids #skzwritersclub #event: june #events #e: we'regoingonatrip

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chaninfused · 4 years

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[the replacements] for @skzwritersclub

Well, this sucks.

You mustered a halfhearted smile at a joke your blind date cracked, trying to hide your awkwardness. Not only was your date late, but he was successfully annoying the daylights out of you. You supposed he was trying to impress, but you wished to tell him you didn’t enjoy poking fun at waiters.

You swirled the spaghetti in your untouched plate timidly, the cold utensil between your fingers clanking against the porcelain lightly. That faint noise didn’t distract you from another obnoxious comment falling from his lips. You lifted your gaze, dropping the fork as you gave him a pointed look. You’ve had enough.

“Please, excuse me,” you picked your clutch bag and stood up, indicating that you were visiting the restroom—or escaping to it. You didn’t wait for a response before making your way to a duo of doors in a secluded area of the fancy restaurant you were at.

You were sure to give Felix, your brother, a piece of your mind when you got home. This blind date nonsense was his idea after all. Something about you being too lonely or married to your studies; you only went through with it for his sake. He must’ve not known how horrible this match would turn out.

You entered the female restroom with a huff, locking the door behind you and placing your clutch bag on the sink. With a glance at the mirror, you remembered the hours that were spent in prepping you for this “blind date” and you thought, what a waste.

You pulled your phone out, deciding it’s better to call Car to pick you up before a little red button caught your attention. An idea popped in your mind. Maybe, this date could be saved…

You pressed the red button, bringing the phone closer to your ear as you heard that friendly tune, and then, a voice you were quite familiar with filled your ears.

“Hello, Fleemco!”

You couldn’t help the mischievous grin that formed on your lips as you answered, “Hello, Fleem? I want to replace my bothersome blind date with someone pleasant who doesn’t mock waiters.”

“Oh, dear, that must be horrible. Worry not, I’ll find you the best date!”

You put your phone down with a triumphant smile. You knew Conrad Fleem wouldn’t let you down with his replacements. All it took was a click on that red button and voila! Problems solved.

Mostly.

You stayed in the restroom for a while, fixing your hair and makeup before deciding it was enough time. You stepped out of the washroom and headed towards your table in anticipation.

Where your unpleasant date once sat was a young man with light, brown curls, looking around him in curiosity. It was as if he was waiting for someone.

You almost tripped in your heels. He looked like a character straight out of a movie. Dreamy gazes, gentle eyes, and alluring lips.

What’ve you gotten yourself into?

You hoped you didn’t look too starstruck as you stood at the other end of the table, watching his eyes sparkle when he stood to greet you. A breathtaking smile paired with a charming dimple were enough to leave you speechless. Even his voice reminded you of sweet, smooth honey.

“Hi, my name’s Chan. You look lovely!”

Perhaps, this blind date will go better than you expected.

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