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Lives Spent (short SKZ comic)

This was based on the “Felix is living his first life” memes and my love for Bang Chan and his devotion to his members. I really love how this came out

𝄞 wave to earth ⌗⌗⌗ 🌊2🌐

***introducing!... Skz as wave to earth songs , oneshots (obvi none of this is real I just felt silly)

Bang Chan - sunny days

Originally written as a love song, but then singer Daniel Kim said it felt more like a appreciation of his family and friends and bandmates, and I think that fits Chris so perfectly.

Like... hes so caring and passionate and sunny days is just him. From his sweet words to his smile, his laugh and his love. Gentle touches and soft words, he's definitely the kind of guy who writes song after song about his loved ones...

He's definitely a words of affirmation king!? Like " you are my golden age " and " we melt this love and recreate it, as we imagine it " it's literally him wdym he didn't write this???

He's a commitment guy in my eyes, like #4lyfers, once he's in love he's IN Love. Locked in.

This song just gives me two lovers cuddled up on a couch, on some front decking in a sunrise just.. Being. And I see him as that kind of guy yk? He's in love and content. That's it. Nothing more nothing less, this song is just about love, for anyone in your life really. And he's such a loving guy.

Lee Know - slow dive

A song where things are healing yet feel hopeless, a hard exterior of doubt and worry for perfection and past mistake, and a soft warm inside for healing and longing for hope. And that reminds me of Minho, he strives for perfection in everything he does but still knows it isn't always possible (Though he's pretty close to perfection!).

He's the kind of lover who wants to give more and more he wants to be more than enough.

He just wants to love and be loved, to crack down his protective shell and show off his flaws and fun carefree side. But that's a hard thing to do. But once it finally happens " Feels like I can stay forever" is fitting for it.

He's a act of service guy, just so helpful and caring, hell he treats his cats like his actual children! Imagine how he'd be with a actual human partner. He's a guy who doesn't need pda, soft hand brushes and and gentle kisses on the head or cheek are more than enough. He prefers to be private with affectionate. At home, in peaceful bliss with his cats and partner.

Free from constant pressures and worries. Just him. That's the love he wants and deserves (I literally wanna kiss him a big smooch so bad).

Changbin - surf.

This upbeat song about carefree love and just living is sooooo him! To the instrumental to the lyrics " We don't have much time to enjoy, Just sing it, my babe " just so carefree and happy. And he is just such a joyful guy.

His love is love without worry, without shame. Raw and unfiltered. Unique and perfect. He's a guy who loves quality time and physical touch.

He's just a big ball of infectious love and smiles, literally dream boyfriend quality. He's just so aaaa! He loves to love, just spreading joy is a thing he wants to do. And with a partner? You'd never be alone. Never feel unwanted.

Not with him. Not with the hundreds of kisses and hugs, the soft touches and beautifully poetic words mixed with humor and joking.

If Felix wasn't the sun he would be to me! He's my baby and he's just a guy who's unafraid to show the ones he loves how much he does, in public or not. Whether at home or in the street in broad daylight. Who cares! You only live once and he's going to live it to the fullest he can.

Hyunjin - purple lake

The artist flow and melody of this, the way when I hear this it's like the music is almost being painted to me... Who else could I have chosen? He's a master with words, he speaks his words in ways that swoon. He's a guy who loves passionately.

Passion is what I think for him, strong passion or gentle, either way he's full of it! He's a words of affirmation guy along with receiving gifts. Flowers and handmade things he's crafted.

This song is just to dreamy, I mean the chorus is literally " I swim in your dreams " and HE is so dreamy, his face, his voice, his talents.. And he matches the lyrics a lot.

Honestly I need a cover of him singing this because it's so beautiful (like him) and he is just such a perfect lover, like someone from a movie almost, I mean he's a guy who just wants to be a hopeless romantic really, and throw a partner in the mix and he's got a person to paint and show his talents to.

he's such a talented guy.He just needs to know that he is. He needs to know he's loved just as much as he loves his partner.

Han - gold

" I don't need that gold life " is literally him. humble diva. It's the little things that truly matter. Kisses on the hand or a good job between hard days and bad nights. Just reassurance and comfort in not needing the most but feeling like what you have already is the most.

Fulfillment and contentment, well not fulfilled fully because he still has so much more he wants to do, to experience. But definitely content. Proud and accomplished in both his career and romance.

He loves you and you love him. He doesn't need a big parade to say that he does. He just shows it, he's definitely an act of service and physical touch kind of person, doing things like making food, thinking about the little things again, remembering dates and celebrating small achievements.

A person cheerleader really. And god he's so good at it. Rest assured any partners will feel love 1000x over and over again.

So to sum it up for Jisung, he doesn't need everything. Because he already has it. Sometimes simple beautiful, careful love is all someone could want. I mean I do </33

Felix - daisy.

Okay so basically Daniel Kim and Soon-jong (John) Cha sat and were like " okay... Felix Lee... Yup let's write a song about him! " and now we have this beautiful beautiful masterpiece :D

So perfect. A song about falling in love and your world almost changing, glowing and becoming wonderful. And I think that's what Felix does to so many people, especially a partner, he radiates light, through his smile and beautiful eyes.

He's a guy who really just has all the love languages in him already. Though I like words of affirmation for him mainly. He's such an amazing person, to fans and to his fellow members, fellow idols, just a gentleman and a good person. And this song is almost a both reuniting with a loved one, love blooming again, " Daisy, every time I see you, My day is getting coloured " like... Literally him.

Again another #4lyfer kind of guy, he wants to settle down and just adopt animals, sit and watch movies, bake so much that there's no place to store any of it. I mean he and his partner do it anyways, he just needs the ring for next time.

Definitely a man who wants to live life to the fullest but isn't afraid of settling down, sure the occasional butterflies but he's in love. It's so normal for those feelings when you feel so deeply.

Seungmin - peach eyes

#personalfav? I love Minnie and this song, and it is literally him. He's literally puppy eyed, so.. Peach eyes are practically the same! And the lyricism?

When things get bad or lovely, he has love " You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely on you, peach eyes? " friend love, romance love, family love. Love. This song is a romance song but you can love and rely on anyone. He's definitely a acts of service kind of dog guy.

Love and fluffy tummy feelings are a new thing for him, I don't feel like he's had too many partners, he loves deeply, so casual dating isn't his forté. At first he thought it was crazy nausea when he first fell in love. Maybe he was just allergic to gorgeous people with prettier eyes...

But alas he isn't (he'd be allergic to himself...) He likes pda, not too much, holding hands and kissing in the nose, head, chin, cheek. It's common in interactions now.

He's just new to this, a fresh apple who trusts you not to let him mould and spoil, and you never will, with how open he is with your communication he understands completely how you feel and you get him. He just loves this new love.

I.N. - light

" You are my sea, you are my sunshine. The star, the moon " is so him especially " I've seen a wonderful sight, with a bright glow " because HE is that bright BRIGHT glow. Literally my baby angel in my eyes. And this song is him in a melody and some words, the lyrics talk about them almost like stars or part of the solar system then repeat about flying away together. To me it's like running away for love. To be in love.

And believe me he's not running away, more like he just forgets to tell anyone then starts kissing and holding hands in front of others, he doesn't mean to he swears!

A quality time guy, he just loves being together, being alone together feels like you're escaping together. Leaving and running away to where you can be proud and in love. Ehen really he's like that... Well everywhere!

He likes going on food dates, I mean I swear he literally unhinges his jaw when he eats... (I shoulda given him peach eyes for his love of them but NO they was for my baby Minnie) he loves going out, dates, piers, walks, shopping, even just into the garden for no reason. My guy loves being around people and loved ones. That's it. That's all he needs.

Aaaaaa!!! It keeps accidentally posting my shit before I'm done </333 what's your favorite w2e song? I love "Annie." And "Love." But these are fire too!! Enjoy ><

My thoughts on skz

(Please do not take any of this seriously it is not meant in a negativeway what so ever i love these boys so much I wouldn't be where i am today without them)

There will be spelling mistakes. idk english is not my first language, and it's like midnight rn deal with it

Bangchan:

Somebody's boyfriend. Who's you may ask? I don't know. But Somebody's.

Lee know:

Mother. Need I say more? He embodies the word to me idk why

Changbin:

That one pic of buff hello kitty. It's him. It's literally just him.

Hyunjin:

Loser in a hot body bc what the actual fuck goes on in his little brain.

Han:

Boykisser 3000. Just look at him bro.

Felix:

Somebody's bisexual best friend. Idk sue me(pls dont I'll cry)

Seungmin:

Whimsical dog somebody(chan) found at a street corner

Jeongin:

IPad kid who got a little too much attention as a kid and now is forever doomed with being treated like they are five years old(he likes it, though)

STILL BANGERS BTW!!

Achoo!

(Bless you😋)

Me trying to process that GIANT is in about 45 minutes

Lee Knows short insta live <3

binnie’s new hair EATSS

Felix: what is your greatest fear?

Chan: losing my loved ones.

Changbin: being forgotten.

Felix: damn that’s deep. I was gonna say the kool-aid man but I feel kind of stupid about it now.

chan: I’ve been getting random little post it notes that are really sweet

chan: I already know it’s Minho

changbin: how??

chan: who else would say “have a great day or else…” with little knives????

Stray Kids as things my friends have said

after an exam

jisung: my brain fell down

jisung: then i had to pick it up

jisung: then i had to put sense in it

jisung: then i had to put intellectualness in it.

jisung: i still didn't get my answers correct.

look at these little beans i love themmm

Your Lovely Wicked Soul

Witch au, Reader X Bang Chan feat. Stray Kids (Narrator's POV)

Summary: Y/N is well known and beloved amongst the people of her home village. Being a powerful Witch, she helps the people using her Gifts to increase crops, heal the sick, and protect the townsfolk and other favors. When her Grandfather sends her away to save her from the misfortune of becoming the awful King’s bride, he sends her across worlds into the hands of a man bearing an uncanny resemblance to the tyrant King.

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~Chapter 4~

As Y/N and Chan stand in place watching the boys leave, an awkward silence fills the air surrounding them. Y/N is feeling apologetic for having hurt Chan and is not sure how to express it, and Chan is still focused on trying to remember how to breathe through the after-pain of his battle wound. They begin to pick up the newspapers that were scattered on the floor, minutes passing before either speak.

“I really am sorry about hurting you again, Chan.” Y/N says, looking Chan in the eyes for the first time today. Chan laughs and shakes his head at her. “What’s so funny? I’m trying to sincerely apologize, and you’re laughing it off?”

Chan chuckles at Y/N exasperated expression, “I forgave you for purposely trying to remove my heart.” he points out. “This was an accident, so it’ll be easily forgiven.” he shrugs. “I do have one request though.” he says in hopes of an agreement.

Y/N quickly nods in agreement, “Anything. If it’s within my capabilities, I will grant it.” she says, her eyes wide in hernest, looking at him as she approaches him.

Chan smiles. He looks down at his feet before looking back up at her, and notices she’s looking at his mouth, and his smile grows. “I’ll forgive you, on the condition that you promise to look me in the face more often.” he finishes his condition with a hopeful look. 

Y/N blushes, her eyes going wide at his request, and she begins to turn her face away. Before he could stop himself, Chan reaches out with one hand and places it on her cheek, he gently faces her towards him once again. Her cheeks heats up at his gesture and she knows he can feel it rising beneath his hand.

“There. Much better.” he says and removes his hands, attempting to play off the caress as a casual gesture. They remain standing in the center of their mess, looking into each other’s eyes, seemingly attempting to engrave each other’s faces in their minds. For more than just a moment, they were the only ones in the room, everything around them as nothing more than just a backdrop.

Y/N starts to feel weightless being under Chan’s intense stare. She inhales sharply to break the deafening silence that surrounds them. “We should finish picking up the newspapers if we want to eat at a decent hour.” she says and turns away from Chan to start stacking what had managed to remain on the table.

“Right.” Chan agrees, feeling lightheaded from holding his breath, almost like being in a trance. Looking at Y/N, he felt as though the whole cosmos was pulling them together, and he takes that as a sign that she is meant to be his.

“What was your life like before you came here? What did you do for a living?” Chan asks, trying to make conversation.

“I did many things. I was a farmer when it was time to get the crops planted, then harvested. A storekeeper when Mr. and Mrs. Stolts went to merchant meetings that would last weeks. A carpenter when we needed to expand our village or do repairs to the buildings after a storm or strong winds. But primarily, I was the doctor. I loved mixing herbs for different remedies and learning what each plant is capable of doing.” Y/N says, smiling while thinking about the villagers and how much they relied on her. “I really thought my life was so mundane. Now I’d give anything for it to go back to what it was before.” A sad smile spreads itself across Y/N’s soft features, and Chan can’t help but want to replace it with a happy one.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, I was just curious.” Chan says, scratching the side of his neck. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine. I actually like talking about it. It makes me feel better.” Y/N says, giving Chan a grin. 

The next 20 minutes go by while Chan and Y/N pick up the mess of papers and books and organize them, and talk about each other. Chan learns about Y/N’s hobbies, she loves horseback riding, reading, gardening, and trying new dishes to cook. Her favorite Spells include being able to speak to animals, making gems from regular rocks, and listening to people’s minds. The last one is a guilty pleasure she does rarely, but finds to be quite entertaining and enlightening. Y/N learns that Chan makes music, both as a hobby and a profession. He also likes to go and try new dishes, as well as travel. He feels extremely lucky to have the profession he has. He also tells her about his family and a bit about where he grew up. Chan is even able to get Y/N to laugh when he tells her about a mishap he had on the beach as a kid. He was right about it being rewarding to make her laugh.

“There. All done.” Chan says, wiping his brow with his forearm and turning to look at Y/N. She nodded at him and gave him a smile. “Let’s go home and eat. The boys have our orders and I don’t trust Changbin, Felix, and Jisung to not eat it.” Chan leads Y/N out of the library in time for them to lock the doors. They decide to head back to the apartment on foot, since it is a nice night, and continue the conversation of getting to know each other. This time talking about pets, school life, and embarrassing childhood phases.

As they approach the apartment, Chan hears the boys laughing with each other before he even opens the door to the apartment and he gets curious to know what they found so funny. He looks at Y/N and puts his finger to his lips telling her to be quiet, “We’re gonna listen in on the boys and see what they are up to.” He slowly opens the door. They hear the boys talking about the library incident and they stop to listen in.

“That was funny how that all went down. I just hope they’re not mad at us for leaving them to clean up by themselves.” Hyunjin says, feeling slightly guilty.

“They’ll be fine. They could use the time to get to know each other.” Minho tells the younger man. “And maybe Chan will stop feeling sad that she won’t look at him.” Chan’s ears heat up at being called out like that by his friends.

“I still have to say that my favorite part was when Y/N kneed Chan. I feel bad for him, but that was beyond comedic!” Jisung laughs and the other boys join. Chan wants to kick Jisung in his head and see if he laughs at that.

“Y/N face when she realized she was leaning into Chan, THAT was priceless.” Felix adds. Y/N feels herself flush at the reminder of how flustered she got when she felt his warm hand on her back.

“I, honestly, was surprised when Minho actually did it.” Jeongin says, mouth full of food. Y/N and Chan exchange looks of confusion, then lean in closer to the door.

“I said I had a plan and I delivered. I didn’t think it would play out so well, though.” Minho muses, “I must say, I outdid myself this round.”

Y/N and Chan have heard enough. As Chan is about to open the door to the living room, Y/N pulls his arm to stop him. “I have an idea.” she informs him. She quickly casts a couple Spells to levitate and darken her appearance, then uses a Spell to make a gust to blow the door to the living room open.

She storms in, followed by Chan, who quickly catches on to her act, and begins to scold the guys, using another Spell to darken her voice, “You think your little joke was funny?” She looks at each of their shocked faces.

“I-it was all Minho-Hyung’s idea! We swear!” Jisung is quick to throw his elder to the wolves, or in this case, the terrifyingly pissed off Witch.

“Thanks, Asshole.” Minho shoots a glare at Jisung.

Y/N fixates her gaze on Minho, who meets her eyes, and about soils his pants, face draining of color. She uses her Levitation Spell to bring the panicked man to her, his toes dragging. She brings him higher so he is face to face with her. Glaring, she asks in a low, intimidating voice, “Did you really think leaving me to clean up all that mess You Caused,” she emphasizes on his involvement, “while you sit here all comfy, was funny?”

“I-I’m so-sorry,” Minho stutters in response. He looks to his elder for assistance, but the look on Chan’s face tells him he won’t even get pity.

“Sorry Mate.” Chan shakes his head, “What you did was pretty low. Y/N has so many paper cuts from hauling all those heavy piles of newspapers.”

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t turn you into a Slither Toad and use you to make a foot fungus removal ointment?” Y/N says, her voice icy and unforgiving. A wicked smile spreads across her face as Minho looks her in the eyes, silently begging for mercy.

Just as Minho goes to verbally beg for forgiveness, Y/N burst out laughing. “The look on your face!” she laughs out loudly. Minho blinks for a moment, then turns red, understanding the situation now. When Y/N looks at him again, she doubles over in a belly laugh and tears begin to stream down her face from lack of oxygen. Chan watches, enthralled by the sound of her happy laughter, and soon begins to laugh with her, as do the rest of the guys. Except Minho, who is still upset about being the butt of the joke for this round.

“I don’t think it was funny.” Minho’s tone laced with annoyance.

“Your face was great, Hyung! I thought you were going to piss yourself!” Jisung says, trying to catch his breath.

Y/N sobers up enough to speak, “It’s not fun being the target of a prank, is it?” She shakes her head at him, “I’m sorry if I scared you. I got the idea from reading about what your world thinks a Witch is, and thought it would be funny.”

“It was funny, Y/N. He’s just salty that he got served with his own dish. That was badass and extremely entertaining to watch. So thank you for that.” Chan says, wiping tears off his cheeks. “Minho, what you did was, totally, not cool, and you deserved what Y/N did. I know you may have had good intentions, but you need to apologize to Y/N. You invaded her space, elbowed her in the eye, and made her clean up a mess that you, admittedly, caused.” Chan turns Minho towards Y/N, gives him a reassuring pat, then shoves him towards her.

Y/N giggles at Minho’s apologetic face, “This is quite an adorable look, Minho. I think it suits you.” she gives him a smile

“I’m sorry about causing a mess and making you clean it.” he says with genuine eyes. “And I would like to point out that, while I may have been the one who put everything into motion, everyone else was on board when I pitched the idea.” he finishes glaring at Jisung.

The boys all groan at Minho’s betrayal. “In our defence, he said it was a good idea.” Seungmin says, trying to lessen the offence.

“Nnoo,” Minho stretches out the word as he shakes his head at Seungmin, “I said it would be a fun idea. I never said ‘good’.”

“Leave it to Minho to point out finer details.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, done with it all.

“Hey, I think we all just need to see the takeaway of this situation; Y/N is a Superior Prankster. On a God level.” Felix says. “Top-notch acting. I really thought you were upset.”

“Oh, I was. But I saw an opportunity that was too great to miss and took it. I got a good laugh out of it, Minho was set straight, and now all is forgiven.” Y/N says with a smile.

“Set straight.” Minho huffs out, under his breath, to himself. He strokes Nolai’s head as the Cat approaches where Minho now sits. “Is she always like this?” he asks the Cat, only to receive a meow that was neither a confirmation or in interest.

“Well, Y/N and I haven’t eaten so we will have our food now.” Chan looks at the counter space to see if he can find his order amongst the chaos of bags and boxes.

“Oh. I didn’t order you two any food.” Both Y/N and Chan’s heads whipped to Minho’s face. “Kidding! It’s in the microwave to keep warm.” Minho laughs

“Not gonna lie, I was ready to fight you.” Chan admits. “But I have to remind myself that I love you,” he adds putting a hand on Minho’s shoulder, sporting a tight smile.

“Yeah you do.” Minho smirks and winks at the older man, earning him a jab to the ribs,

~

Y/N wakes for the second morning expecting to be in her room back at home, in her featherwool stuffed mattress. She misses seeing the stuff she had in her cluttered room, the old dresser closet that held more than just her dressing items, with plants overflowing from up top. The writing desk Gaba built for her tenth birthday, she wrote and drew many things at her desk, and it was cluttered with all the little handcrafted knick-knacks the villagers would gift her. Y/N gets up to go to their odd bathroom. She is up before morning breaks, the sky beyond her window is still dark when she walks through the bedroom.

Y/N is leaving the borrowed bedroom and walking through the hall to the bathroom when she hears a soft, yet pleasing, humming. Curious as to where the hummed melody is coming from, Y/N follows it out to the living room.

Chan is sitting sideways on the sofa, his legs extended out in front of him, and with a laptop on his lap and headphones on his head. His back is to Y/N, and she watches as he is bobbing his head to the beat he is playing on the laptop. Chan starts to feel like he is being watched. Feeling spooked, he abruptly turns to find Y/N standing at the end of the hall, looking at him.

Smiling, Chan removes the headphones and asks, “What are you doing up?”

“I am always up before the Sunstar.” Y/N states as she approaches Chan. He moves his legs to allow space for her to sit next to him. Y/N takes the spot he offered. 

“Is Nolai up too?” Chan asks, looking around Y/N’s legs to find the dark Cat.

“Absolutely not.” Y/N chuckles, “He is one lazy Cat.” Chan nods and smiles at her laugh. “What are you doing up so early?” she inquires, eyeing the odd device resting on his lap.

“Oh, I didn’t go to sleep.” he informs her, and she notices the dark bags under his eyes. “I’ve been producing and preparing for when we do our next comeback album. I like to be ahead of the game.” he smiles sheepishly at her.

Y/N blushes at the sight of his exposed dimples and hopes it's dark enough to mask it from Chan’s notice. She recalls that the King only had one dimple, whereas Chan has a few on either side.

“I know a Spell that can energize you for up to 18 hours, but you do feel exhausted at the end of the day.” Y/N tells Chan. “If you’d like, I can use it on you, and maybe tonight you’ll get a good night sleep.”

Chan chuckles, “You sound like my old band mate, Woojin. He would nag me to get more rest.” Chan has a small smile on his face, Y/N cocks her head at him in question. “He left the group for personal reasons I won’t talk about. And I miss him a lot.”

Y/N sighs, feeling her heart get heavy at the reminder of how much she misses her best friend. “I know what you mean about missing your friend. It’s been two days since I’ve seen Ember, and I miss her greatly. She is the very best friend any Witch could have.” She feels herself smile as she talks about her amazing friend, “She’s fierce and loyal, and soft with children and animals. She’s quick to help anyone in need, no second thoughts before she jumps into any situation. She is a great hunter and is talented in singing. She is also the best listener and confidant, and she cares about me greatly, as I do her.” Y/N smiles at Chan, feeling her heart get lighter. “I am glad that I get the chance to know you and the others, you’ve been so helpful. I’m grateful to have you all as friends.”

Chan gives Y/N a toothy smile, feeling honored at her words. He clears his throat, “Well, thank you. I feel blessed hearing you call me a friend. I feel the same.” he smiles at her. “And if the offer still stands for that Spell you mentioned, I could definitely use it. We have a photoshoot to do this afternoon and I won’t have time to sleep.”

Y/N laughs, “Of course.” She gets up and stands in front of Chan, “But only if you take me to your shooting. I’ve been curious about it since Hyunjin tried to explain it yesterday.” Chan nods in acceptance with a smile. Y/N smiles back, then places her hands on either side of his head. The tips of her fingers begin to glow and patterns form around Chan’s head. “Just keep a steady breathing pattern, and let your eyes close when they feel heavy. You’ll sleep for about five to ten minutes, then wake feeling well rested.” Chan nods to indicate he understands.

After a few seconds, Chan falls asleep. Y/N uses the opportunity to use the restroom. When she comes back, Chan is still sleeping. She goes and sits next to him and hears music coming from his headphones, he never paused his track so it kept replaying. She gently removes the headphones from his neck and puts them on.

The melody she hears coming from the odd device is enchanting. Y/N leans back on the sofa and closes her eyes, listening to the pleasing noise, finding the different blend of sounds and tunes that were woven together to make the most beautiful music Y/N has ever heard. She felt the notes take her through a story of happy and intense moments.

As Y/N listens to the music playing from Chan’s computer, he wakes to see her with her eyes closed and gently swaying her head to the music. The sky begins to lighten up as sunrise approaches, casting a blue glow through the room, and on Y/N’s smooth and delicate features, giving her an ethereal appearance that has Chan wondering if she is some sort of Celestial being. Without thinking, Chan reaches out and caresses the smooth surface of her cheek.

Y/N opens her eyes upon feeling Chan’s hand touch her face. This makes the third time he has touched her face, and each time she feels the flutters of her heart get stronger. They lock eyes and, suddenly, they feel like magnets attracted to each other. ‘What is it about him? Why do I feel like his Stars call out to mine?’ Y/N wonders to herself. She notices herself leaning into Chan’s hand, which is still resting on her cheek, and is slightly surprised by her own bold move.

Chan looks her in the eyes and feels as though he is being pulled towards her, like a sailor to a siren’s song. ‘She feels like the melody I can’t get enough of, that I need to know the notes to.’ Chan feels his eyes fix themselves on Y/N lips when she leans into his hand. Chan begins to lean forward and uses the hand on her cheek to guide her towards him. He hesitates for a moment, not sure if she is okay with it. When her eyes flutter close, he takes that as consent to continue.

Lips centimeters apart, they are interrupted by someone clearing their throat at the end of the hall. Chan and Y/N jump apart when they hear the interruption and whip their heads around to find Felix standing there, a shit-eating grin on his face. “So, good morning?” he says, voice deep with sleep, indicating he must have just woken up.

Y/N flushes, shocked at being caught. She is partly thankful for the interruption, for she has never given way to her inhibitions before and she has no business getting attached to anyone of this world when she has her own world she’s trying to return to, and partly resentful, for reasons she chooses to ignore.

Chan gets up from the sofa and approaches the younger man. “Please don’t tell the others.” he pleads under his breath in English. “I don’t want them trying anything to ‘help’ or anything, because I know they’ll just mess it up. Especially Minho.” Chan knows he’ll never hear the end of it if Minho finds out.

“Sure, man. I got you.” Felix says, placing a hand on the older’s shoulder. “And just so you know, everyone ships you two.” Felix smiles when Chan groans, then continues to his original destination, the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Chan says, facing Y/N. “I just kinda got lost in the moment.” he says, searching Y/N’s eyes for any hint of regret or anger.

Y/N shakes her head at him, “It's okay. I was giving into the moment as well, you don’t need to apologize, let’s just move on.” she says dismissively, handing him back his headphones, and Chan is a little hurt. “I was wondering if I could help whoever is making breakfast today.” she says, standing up from her spot on the sofa, and Chan gets up with her.

“That’ll be myself and Jeongin today. I am about to go to pick up what we need. Care to join me?” he puts a hand out towards Y/N, inviting her to go out with him.

“Sure,” she says, taking his hand, “let me just grab those contacts.” She turns and heads to the room and retrieves the contact lenses from the desk in her room.

~

Chan leads Y/N though the market store, and she is in awe at how the store provides everything they need in one location. All the meats and vegetables and seasonings and grains. At home, she had to go store to store to get what she needed for meals, for not one person has everything. She will need to suggest this to the townspeople when she gets back.

When they get back to the house, the boys are all awake, waiting for Chan to get back and get started on breakfast.

“Ugh. It’s about time you got back. I’m starving.” Jisung says before yawning and rubbing his belly.

“Yea. What took so long, Hyung?” Minho asks, “Were you two on a date?” He wiggles his eyebrows at the pair and Chan scoffs at him.

“A what?” Y/N asks, confused.

“You know, where two people go out to enjoy each other’s company and hold hands and kiss and stuff.” Minho says, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.

“For your information, we were getting the ingredients we need to make your breakfast. So shush up and be grateful.” Y/N says with a stern voice, ignoring the burning of her cheeks caused by Minho’s taunting. She huffs and him and turns to go to the kitchen.

Chan, Jeongin, and Y/N begin to cook breakfast. Or more like Chan and Jeongin cook breakfast and Y/N watches because she doesn’t know anything about the dishes they are creating. Before long, they two men start to put the dishes out for everyone to grab a plate and serve themselves. Everyone sits in the living room with their dishes and begins eating.

“So, what's on the agenda for today?" Changbin asks Chan when he gets situated with his food in his seat.

"Um, our schedule is pretty much open all morning. I was thinking of going to the studio and working on a new track I just started." Chan says and takes a quick bite of his food. "Then, at one this afternoon, we have a photo shoot."

"Okay. Jisung and I can join you if you would like help on that track." Changbin offers and Jisung nods along.

"That would be appreciated." Chan accepts. "Seungmin, Minho, and Jeongin, if you don’t mind cleaning up here, then meeting the stylists to make sure they have the right outfits for the shoot. Hyunjin and Felix, would you be so kind as to take Y/N out shopping for new clothes? She asked to join us for our photoshoot today, and I think it would be best if she doesn't show up in matching outfits with Hyunjin."

"Yeah sure, Hyung. Not a problem." Felix says with a sly smile.

“I have no currency to buy anything, nor anything of value I can trade.” Y/N says, shaking her head at the boys.

Chan gives Y/N a small smile, “I know you don’t. Which is why I am offering to buy it for you.” Before Y/N can protest, Chan adds, “I’m doing this as a thank you for helping me out earlier. I really do appreciate it.”

“What did she do for you, Hyung?” Felix says, still sporting the same sly smile.

Chan eyes him with a warning look while he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, "Took away some of my tiredness with a Spell.” He says shortly. “Here’s my card. Don't go crazy with it, okay?" He hands the card to Hyunjin. "And please get a new coffee table while you're at it." He adds, looking at the space where the old one used to be.

"Sure thing." Hyunjin replies, taking Chan’s card. Hyunjin and Felix exchange a smile, and Chan wonders if he will regret allowing these boys in particular to make decisions over Y/N's wardrobe.

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A/N: OOPS! I’m SOOOO sorry! I completely spaced to update! I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter! Even if it is late...

Your Lovely Wicked Soul

Summary: Witch au, Reader X Bang Chan feat. Stray Kids (Narrator's POV)

Summary: Y/N is well known and beloved amongst the people of her home village. Being a powerful Witch, she helps the people using her Gifts to increase crops, heal the sick, and protect the townsfolk and other favors. When her Grandfather sends her away to save her from the misfortune of becoming the awful King’s bride, he sends her across worlds into the hands of a man bearing an uncanny resemblance to the tyrant King.

~Chapter 3~

To My Beloved Y/N,

I hope you are faring well in the other world I have sent you to. I am writing you this letter knowing that I have sent you away. I had Foreseen the King coming with the Members of the Witch Society and how he would try to take you away by force. I had tried to think up many different ways to keep the events leading up to my death and your departure from happening, but unfortunately there was no way around it. Each scenario I Foresaw would end in my death, with you being taken by Talmas and abused to do his bidding. I would not allow my Granddaughter to live such a horrible fate as the one I Foresaw, even if it meant giving my life so you may be safe. I told you that I would be sending you to someone who could help. I am sending you to the last known location of a Witch that was banished to that world over two decades ago, and it will be a while before they make their presence known to you. They will be able to help you increase your Gift’s power to return home and put a better King upon the throne, and soon. For I have also Foreseen that, in a year’s time, Talmas will wage a massive war using Witches, none like our history has ever seen, and it will leave our world in ruin and with the near annihilation of Witches. I am sorry I cannot give you details, for if I reveal anything too soon, it can alter the fate of our world. This is the fate I have Foreseen for you for many years, even before your father, I just didn’t know it was my own Granddaughter until I held you for the first time. I know you will miss me greatly, for I will miss you too, but know that I am reunited with your Grandmother, to watch you from the Stars with your Father and Mother. I am proud to be your Grandfather and I love you more than words could describe. You brought light into my life and made it enjoyable. Stay blessed my Little Opal Star.

With Love and Adoration,

Your Gaba, Lessio

Y/N reads the letter for what might be the 100th time today, wiping away tears. She is currently waiting for the men to return from their shooting so she could ask if they know anything of the Witch sent here years ago. She gets bored waiting in the living room for the object they called a ‘clock’ to put its arms in the position Felix said it would be in when they arrived, so she goes to the kitchen. Y/N always felt more at ease in the kitchen back at home, making delicious meals for her and Gaba, or mixing herbs for medicine and ointments. She looks around the kitchen and can make out what some of the objects are and what they are used for, but some things seem quite foreign to her.

Y/N heads for the thing Jeongin called a ‘fridge’ to grab some of the delicious banana’s milk. She allows her curiosity to get the better of her and she begins rummaging through the boys’ kitchen to see what other items she could find that are similar to what she used back at home. As she sips on her banana milk and rummages through the kitchen, the boys finally arrive back from their shooting.

“Oh, thank the Stars! I was beginning to get bored.” Y/N says as she approaches the boys. “So what did you bring back from your shooting?” she asks, looking at the boys’ hands expectedly, only to find that they brought no kills. “Did you not fair well with the game? Maybe I can go with you next time. I am an excellent hunter.” she finishes with a small smile.

The boys exchange a look of confusion. “Um. We didn’t go hunting. We went to a Variety Show shoot.” Seungmin tells Y/N. “And you could’ve turned the TV on if you were bored instead of pulling apart our kitchen.” he says, eyeing the mess of cooking utensils and dishes, the rest of the boys’ glance over to see what he is talking about.

“The irritating flat box would not power on for me, so I let it be. Besides, it hurts my head thinking of how you get those people in there. Do they feel cramped in there? Or is it like my Cloak where there is a large space made beyond the fabric?” Y/N asks as she moves towards the kitchen to put away everything she pulled out.

The boys go to help her, but recall she doesn’t need it when the items all levitate and return to their places in the kitchen.

“It's called technology, and it's complicated.” Chan says while dodging a pan that is flying to its place in the cabinet behind him. “We use it for everything from transportation, to communication, to entertainment, to medicine. It's not a ‘Gift’ or ‘Spell’, but something that was invented by someone a long time ago, and improved by many great minds over the years to get us what we have today.”

“That sounds like a Gift to me.” Y/N states after she considers his response for a minute. “It may not manifest the way ours does back home, but it is a power unique to your world that continues to develop and advance, it is used for everyday tasks, and it is provided by a few and accessible to everyone. Sounds like how Gifts work back in my world.” She points out the similarities between Gifts and what they call ‘technology’.

“I mean… She has a point, Hyung.” Felix says, understanding Y/N’s point of view.

Y/N pauses, “What’s a variety show? And why do you shoot it?”

Hyunjin answers her this time, “It's a show that does a variety of activities and challenges and games. And we shoot it using cameras. They are equipment used to capture our images and then send them to everyone’s TV, or what you called ‘irritating flat box’.” He moves to try to power up the TV, discovering that the remote needs new batteries.

Y/N nods, processing the new information Hyunjin provided. She has so many more questions on how so many other things in their world work, but they would have to wait. Right now, she needed to find the Witch that could help her back home. Whoever they are, Y/N really hopes she will find them soon.

“Would you guys happen to know of any other  person who may have appeared in a similar manner as I in recent decades?” Y/N decides to question the boys before going further off the topic she’s been waiting to discuss with them. “I found a letter in Gaba’s Grimoire addressed to me. And in the letter, he tells me that he is sending me to the last known location of a Witch banished here over 20 years ago. It’s really important that I find them.”

“I’ve never heard of another person from another world coming in how you did.” Jisung stated. “And some of us may not have been born yet.” he adds.

“I guess that’s true.” Y/N says, rubbing at her chin in thought. “Would you happen to have access to an archive? Somewhere information is stored? Perhaps, if I can find an inexplicable string of odd events, it can lead me to them.”

The boys all think about it for a moment. Chan is the one who answers. “I think we might be able to go to the library and search through old newspapers and stuff there for any odd, unexplainable events. Our schedule is open for the rest of the day, so we can help her out.” he suggests to the boys, and they all nod in agreement.

“Wait.” Hyunjin stops and gets everyone’s attention. “Don’t you think that all of us walking up into a library with a girl will grab some attention? Add to that, the girl we’re walking in with has freakishly unusual eyes.” Everyone’s eyes shift to the outworlder.

“You can change them using a Spell, can’t you?” Jeongin asks Y/N with wide eyes.

“I could, but a Spell like that will require a lot of focus on my part. So if my focus shifts to anything but the Spell, it will stop working.” She answers the youngest boy.

“Um, how about contacts?” Jisung suggests. “I have a spare blue colored pair in the bathroom?”

“I think that’ll be our best bet.” Chan agrees, and Jisung turns to run to the bathroom to retrieve the contacts.

“What are ‘contacts’?” Y/N asks, her voice hinting a bit of concern. Just then Jisung returns with the case containing the contacts. He hands them to Y/N and she looks at it questioningly, not sure what the boy expects her to do with the foreign object. Jisung looks at her and gives her an encouraging smile and nod. 

“Oh!” he says, realizing she doesn’t know what to do. “They are contacts to change the color of your eyes. You just put them in your eyes and blink.” He makes it sound easy. He takes the case from Y/N, opens it, and hands it back.

Y/N takes out the contact and examines it. She finds the curved, blue tinted piece of film odd on her finger, and she accidentally drops it. She picks it back up and she can see the specks of dirt on it. “Sorry.” she tells Jisung.

“That’s okay. I’ll go grab the solution to rinse it.” Jisung states before turning and heading back into the bathroom. “Here.” he says, coming back and grabbing the contact to rinse it with the solution. “Do you need help?” he questions and receives a nod from her.

“I’ll help you.” Chan offers before anyone else can, surprising himself. “That is, if you're okay with it.” he adds, not wanting to sound too forward with her. He felt a pang of unexplainable jealousy when he thought of any of the other boys being so close with her.

Y/N looks at Chan. “Yes.” she says. She blinks, surprised at her answer, for she had intended to decline.

Chan fights a smile as he approaches Y/N to assist her. His heart in a frenzy at the thought of her being close to him. He grabs the contact case and puts it down, then he grabs the contact from her and takes a step closer to her.

Y/N feels herself stiffen as the distance between them lessens, her heart making little erratic jumps. She swallows and hopes it goes unnoticed by the man in front of her, and by the ones still currently in the room watching as though they were watching a theater play.

“I’m gonna hold your eye open while I put in the contact. I don’t want to hurt you, so try not to flinch away, okay?” Chan states with a reassuring hand on her shoulder, holding the contact on his index finger of the other hand.

Y/N nods and allows him to touch her face. Only two people have ever touched her face in her life, aside from her parents she would assume, and they are Gaba and Ember. So the sensation of Chan’s warm hand resting on her cheek while his fingers held her eyelids open was odd. He gently put the contact into place on her eye and she fought the urge to flinch or blink. Then repeats the action with the other eye.

“There. Now blink a few times to help them align with your irises. How does it feel?” he asks after she blinks vigorously for a few seconds.

“It feels weird, like there is access film on my eyeball.” she responses, going to rub her eye.

Chan grabs her hand to stop her. “Don’t do that. You might irritate it.” he gently puts her hand back down to her side. She looks at the boys and they remain silent while they look at her. 

“It’s the lightest shade of blue eyes I have ever seen,” Hyungin speaks up. “But who is to say that there aren’t people out there who have that eye color.” he reasons and the boys nod in agreement.

“Okay then. Let’s go to the library.” Chan says, clapping his hands to get the boys moving. They all grab hats, masks, and sunglasses to hide their identity for when they want to go on outings undisturbed.

“Why are you all covering your faces?” Y/N asks as she watches the boys put on their disguises.

“We’re celebrities here, we’re part of a music group called ‘Stray Kids’, so a lot of people know our names and faces. So to protect ourselves and our friends that we go out with, we wear masks and sunglasses with hats.” Minho answers her question, and she can make out a smile behind his mask.

“Oh.” Y/N nods her head. She understood what it was like wanting to hide one’s identity to protect oneself. When she accomplished the 50 Gift combination Spells, it gathered the attention of nearly every village within a two days travel, and everyone wanted to get a look at the young Witch who accomplished what most Witches may never achieve. Even if it meant waiting outside her house for days just waiting to have her bless whatever the outsiders wanted, from vegetable seeds to cattle to babies. After about six weeks of people coming through the village and staying for days, the villagers of Old Stone Village had had enough, and chased every non-resident out.

Everyone grabs their coats to wear for the slightly chilly weather. Y/N grabs her Cloak and goes to put it on. “Wait.” Hyunjin stops her, again,  “You don’t really plan on wearing a whole ass Cloak in public, do you?” he says with a raised brow, tone laced with disapproval.

Y/N looks at the man and then around at the rest of the boys. She sees the throw over hoodie Jisung is wearing and decides to copy that. With a wave of her hands and a Spell, she changes the appearance of her Cloak to be a teal colored version of Jisung’s hoodie. “There. Now let's go.” Y/N says, throwing on the hoodie.

~

Y/N is in absolute awe when they walk into the library. She has never in her life seen so many books in one place. The largest collection of books she has seen was in Gaba’s study, and this library made it look like a sorry collection in comparison. Everywhere she looked there were books. Her eyes lit up at the thought of spending endless hours of reading and having it not be the same content over and over.

“You must really like books.” Chan says, smiling at Y/N’s awestruck face, taking note of her reaction.

“Oh yes!” Y/N states with enthusiasm. “I love reading. Ever since I was a little girl and Gaba bought me the first book of ‘The Adventurous Life of Mildie Posh’. She was my favorite fictional Witch. My best friend, Ember, and I would take turns acting out some of the stories in her books.” Y/N shares with a warm smile, and Chan can’t help but smile as well.

“Where should we go to start looking.” Changbin asks, bringing Chan’s attention to him.

“Oh. Right. Um, let me ask.” Chan says looking around for a librarian. When he spots one a little ways away, walking away from where they are, he quickly jogs to catch up.

The boys take this opportunity to question Y/N.

“So.” Minho starts, “What’s going on between you and Chan?” he asks when Y/N turns to look at him.

Y/N's eyes go wide, “What do you mean?” she asks innocently, genuinely confused by his question.

“Oh, come on. We see the way you guys look at each other. And we can practically feel the tension in the air when you are in close proximity to each other.” Minho says. The boys all have their eyes on Y/N, waiting for her answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no tension or looking at each other going on between Chan and I.” face feeling slightly heated at the prospect of being in that kind of relationship with Chan.

“Chan totally got jealous when I offered to help you put in the contacts. And he was practically mentally stabbing Hyunjin yesterday when he was trying to help you with your chopsticks. He’s never acted that way towards a girl, even the ones who have confessed to him.” Jisung says, watching Y/N’s face turn pink at his words.

Just then, Chan comes jogging back up. “Okay, the librarian said we can find all the old newspapers on the second floor.” He looks around the group and notices awkward faces and a slightly flushed Y/N. “What were you guys talking about?” he asks with an eyebrow quirked up.

“Nothing.” all the boys say in unison before they all walk towards the stairs, leaving Chan and Y/N behind. Chan looks at Y/N and she just shakes her head at him then scurries off to join the rest of the boys, leaving Chan feeling like he just missed something important.

~

Several hours pass while looking for any information that may help Y/N find the Witch she is looking for. The boys helped with the search while also showing each other different stories they would find about murders, celebrity gossip, or a scandal that a politician may or may not have been involved in. Eventually, the librarian came to inform them that the library would close in an hour.

“Ugh! All this information we’ve sifted through, and not a single clue as to where this Witch might be!” Jisung exclaims, earning several shushes from the few people still in the library. “Sorry.” he whispers.

“I don’t think we will find anything here.” Changbin says, groaning into his hands, his eyes feeling the strain of reading through so many articles for the past several hours.

“Changbin’s right.” Minho agrees, rolling his head back on his shoulders. “My eyes, shoulders, and back are starting to hurt.” He rolls his head to either side, neck popping. “Ah, yeah.”

“Okay. Let’s put this all away and go. I’m starving anyway.” Chan says, realizing they hadn’t eaten since before filming the variety show, and his stomach is protesting.

“Me too.” Y/N states from beside him. It made Chan happy when Y/N sat down next to him. She may have had no other choice since the other guys took all the other seats around the table by the time Y/N and Chan caught up. But nonetheless, he felt jolts of excitement each time she would ask him to clarify a word or phrase she was unfamiliar with. She didn’t look at his face once, but still, he swears he felt her eyeing his arms and hands.

Minho yawns from the other side of Y/N. He stretches his arms out, hands towards his head, to the sides. To avoid being hit by his elbow, Y/N leans away. Into Chan. He puts a hand on her back to brace her before she’s completely leaning on him. She feels his large hand splay out between her shoulders and panics.

What happens next is too great to miss:

Once Y/N goes into panic mode, she jolts upward to stand, but before she completes a full stance, her left eye comes into contact with Minho’s elbow that is still outward. They both jump away from the painful contact, Minho into Jeongin on his other side, causing their heads to collide in what sounded like the painful clash of blocks of wood (POOR JEONGIN!), and Y/N back into Chan. Before Chan can brace himself to catch Y/N, she lands on top of him, causing both of them to tumble back with the chair. Chan’s legs hit the table, causing it to tilt and toss the newspapers and books to the floor. Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung catch the table before it completely tilts over. Y/N lands on top of Chan, his arms around her as though to protect her small frame from being injured. Y/N realizes she is on top of Chan, hands on his chest, legs tangled together, and faces only centimeters away from each other. Y/N, once again, panics and goes to get up, kneeing Chan in the tenderparts, as Gaba called them. Chan lets out a loud groan and clutches his groin in pain.

“Oh my Stars! I’m so sorry!” Y/N says, quite loudly, when she sees Chan’s face become a crimson red, his veins in his neck becoming quite prominent as his face is twisted in pain.

“Holy shit.” Jisung says, leaning over from the other side of the table.

At this point, the librarian comes to see what the heck was going on with all the commotion, being quite annoyed. “What is going on over here?” he asks, giving the boys a sharp glare.

“I’m sorry, Mister,” Y/N says, giving the man her best innocent look, “It was an accident. We’ll clean it all up, I promise.”

The librarian looks at Y/N and practically melts, all the boys do, including Chan, who is still on the ground. “Okay. If you clean it all up, all is forgiven, but please keep it down.” he finishes with a stern look. He turns to take his leave, but not before receiving a nod of understanding from a few of the group, and the few other people remaining in the library go back to studying.

“What the heck?” Felix asks, “What was that feeling? Like I was just putty in your hands?”

“Sorry. The Spell affects the overall atmosphere and not the individual.” Y/N states sheepishly.

“You used a Spell just now? But I didn’t even see you wave your hands or anything.” Felix says.

“Not all Spells require hand motions. I just chanted in my head as I spoke.” Y/N clarifies. “Let’s hurry and get this picked up so we can eat.”

“I don’t think all of us staying is a good idea.” Minho states, “We tend to be rather loud together.” The other guys eye him with suspicion, knowing he has an ulterior motive. He’s Lee Know for Christ’s sake.

“I agree.” Seungmin says, “Those responsible for making the mess will stay and clean up. While those of us not responsible will go and get something to eat. And maybe take it to the house. Where it's okay if we make a mess.”

“Who’s responsible then, Hyung?” Jeongin asks, rubbing the lump on the side of his head, courtesy of Lee Minho.

“This is how it all played out,” Seungmin recalls the events, having witnessed how everything happened from one end of the table: *Insert Events From Above Here*

“So obviously Chan-Hyung, Minho-Hyung, and Y/N-Noona are responsible for the mess, and should stay to clean it up.” Seungmin finishes the story with a smug grin.

Everyone takes a moment to process the events described to them by Seungmin.

“I’ll pay for everyone’s meal if I don’t have to stay and clean up.” Minho raises his hand while he pitches the offer he knows none of them can refuse.

“Deal!” the ‘00 Line says in unison. Minho sports a triumphant smirk.

“Wha-!” Y/N and Chan say in unison, Y/N supporting Chan, keeping him from falling to the floor again in pain. She got him good.

“How is that fair, Man?” Chan asks in disbelief at his friend. Minho simply shrugs at his older member.

“Okay then, let’s go.” Changbin starts to lead the members out, leaving Y/N and Chan alone. For the second time today. Chan looks at Felix and Jeongin, and they both awkwardly avoid his gaze and leave to follow Changbin with Seungmin and Jisung.

“It’s okay,” Y/N tells Chan, “I’ll have this cleaned really quick.” She goes to raise her arms, and Chan grabs them to stop her.

“No, you can’t do that here. Remember?” Chan says quietly to her. Wide eyed, she nodded, heart flipping at his touch, causing her to step back before he noticed.

“We’ll text you when we decide on where to get food so you can let us know what you want.” Hyunjin informs Chan. “Minho-Hyung’s paying so we’ll eat well tonight.” he says with a sly grin to Minho that makes the older man regret his offer. Hyunjin turns to walk away with a wave, followed by Minho, and catch up with the others.

Once all the boys are well enough away from the pair, Jeongin turns to Minho, “Did you have to be so extravagant with it? My head hurts now, thanks to you.”

“Sorry. I didn’t expect her to jump away from him how she did. She must not have had many men interact with her where she’s from.” Minho smiles, slightly proud of his work.

“And I’m sure Lee Minho is proud of his accomplishment.” Minho beams at Hyunjin’s comment, and the younger rolls his eyes. “Still, was it necessary to leave them alone to clean? It was all your fault, after all.”

Minho’s smile broadens, “Of course! They’ll thank me later if they ever find out it was intentional.” he states, self-accomplishment written all over his face. Then he suddenly goes serious, "And if any of you intentionally try to throw me under the bus for this, I'll tell them you all gave me the idea." He says, eyes narrowed at the younger men.

“Whatever. Let’s go eat. I’m feeling chicken.” Jisung says, and the boys agree as they exit the library.

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A/N: Hello! And thank you so much for reading another chapter of my story! I greatly appreciate all who are reading and enjoying my work! ILYASM! Stay for the next one

Your Lovely Wicked Soul

ASummary: Witch au, Reader X Bang Chan feat. Stray Kids (Narrator's POV)

Summary: Y/N is well known and beloved amongst the people of her home village. Being a powerful Witch, she helps the people using her Gifts to increase crops, heal the sick, and protect the townsfolk and other favors. When her Grandfather sends her away to save her from the misfortune of becoming the awful King’s bride, he sends her across worlds into the hands of a man bearing an uncanny resemblance to the tyrant King.

~Chapter 2~

After what felt like hours of the guys trying to choose a place to order from and then picking what each member wanted to eat, then deciding who was going to go get it, Chan, Changbin, and Minho had finally come back with the greatly anticipated food. Y/N has never, in her whole life, seen or smelled food like this. She always wanted to travel to try the different foods around the world, but she always took on more responsibilities in the village that kept her there.

“Looks delicious, right Noona?” Felix says when he sees how Y/N is eyeing the grilled barbeque pork. Y/N gives him a sheepish smile as he puts some on a small plate and hands it to her, along with a set of metal chopsticks.

Y/N looks at the two sticks that were handed to her with confusion and looks up at the guys, all of them using the odd metal sticks to eat the food displayed in front of them. She attempts to copy the movement of the boys to eat the food Felix served to her. When the pork slips from between the chopstick for a third time, Y/N grunts in frustration and gives up.

“It's easy once you get the hang of it. Here. Let me show you.” Hyunjin says as he reaches for Y/N’s chopsticks to show her how to hold them. Y/N attempts again and fails. She grips the chopsticks with both hands in frustration. Hyunjin laughs and offers to try showing her again.

“No. I got it.” Y/N says as she runs her hands over the sticks, casting a Spell to turn the metal chopsticks into utensils she knows how to use. The metal begins to morph and bend, lightly groaning from being bent out of their original shape. Once she finishes, she has what resembles a three pronged fork. Y/N smiles at herself and then begins eating, ignoring the looks of the men looking at her in amazement.

“That will never get old.” Jisung says with rice shoved into his cheeks. He quickly swallows and asks, “So can everyone where you’re from do magic?”

There’s that word again. “Magic?” Y/N asks the boy.

“You know. What you do. With the hand waving and the lights and stuff?” Jisung explains, waving his arms around in an attempt to mimic Y/N’s movements from earlier.

“I don’t know what ‘magic’ is, but I don’t do it. We have Gifts that allow us to cast Spells.” Y/N clarifies. “And no. Only a small population of the people from my home has a Gift.”

Changbin is next to speak out, “So how does it work? Your Gifts? Can everyone do the same things? Is there a school like in ‘Harry Potter’ you have to attend to learn Spells?”

Y/N inhales, trying to keep up with the questions coming from Changbin. “Not everyone’s gifts are the same. Every Witch is born with a Gift that reveals itself on their first birthday. A Witch’s Gift can fall under many different types. There are four main types of categories, and many subtypes that branch from those four main types.”

“Let me guess. Are those four main types earth, water, fire, and air?” Felix laughs at his own joke.

Y/N raises a delicate eyebrow at him and answers, “No. The four main types of Gifts are Seer, Prosperer, Alchemyst, and Natures. So a Witch’s Gift will always be a subtype of one of these four. So a Witch with a Seer Gift may have Foresight or Mindeye. Prosper Gifted Witches can bring upon prosperity for a many number of things from wealth, to fertility, even with hunting game. Natures Gifted Witches may have the capability to speak to animals or make plants grow or control weather within a specific area. Alchemyst Gifts are not as common as the other three. Alchemyst Gifts can pretty much make an object with another object, much like I did with your odd metal sticks.”

“So you’re an Alchemyst Gifted Witch then?” Jeongin asks.

Y/N shakes her head at his question. “I am a Natures Gifted Witch. All Witches have the capability to use Spells from other Gift types, though they won't be as strong as when casted by a Witch possessing a Gift from that type. Some can also use a combination of Gifts to complete Spells. For example, when I immobilized all of you by levitating you in the air, I was using a combination of Natures Gift and Alchemyst Gift Spells. Not very many Witches can use a combination of Gifts to cast Spells. Only a few amongst our kind can.”

“So then that makes you an impressive Witch.” Felix states, feeling a little pride that his newest friend’s accomplishments.

Y/N nods her head. “Yes it does. I am the youngest Witch to have ever mastered 50 or more Gift combination Spells, having accomplished the feat when I was only 14 years old.” Y/N states feeling renewed pride for herself. “Most Witches who have mastered that many Gift combination Spells don't do so until they are well into their thirties.”

"How did you manage to learn so much so young? Did you not have a life?" Hyunjin asks, then regrets his words when Y/N's face falls.

"My Grandfather made me train really hard my whole life. He always told me I would one day be the greatest Witch, one who will bring upon a massive change to the world.” Y/N explains, tearing up as she recalls things about her Grandfather, like how he smelled, the way he talked, the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled, and his laugh, she missed the sound of his laugh the most. Stars! Y/N would give anything to have her Gaba here with her now. “Gaba would have loved to have met you all.” a few tears gently falling down her cheeks and ehw quickly wipes them away. “He was killed right before I was pulled through that Spell hole.” Silence fills the room as the atmosphere grows heavy.

“What about your parents?” Chan asks, finally speaking up after watching everyone else participate in the conversation for a while. Y/N looks at him for the length of time it takes him to take a breath.

Y/N wipes away a few more tears that managed to fall. “They died on my first birthday. So I didn’t get the chance to really know them.” Y/N states matter-of-factly, looking down at the barbequed pork on her plate.

“I’m sorry.” Chan says quietly to her.

“Why? You are not the cause of their fate.” She responds, not understanding why he should feel apologetic at all.

Chan shakes his head with a small smile. “It’s another way of saying my condolences. A way to show that I sympathize with you.”

Y/N doesn’t know why, but her heart swells at his words. She still can’t look at him for too long, for he brings back the memories of Gaba’s death, but she feels an odd attachment to him. She feels drawn to him, as though he is not a stranger, but a lost friend that she’s been searching for unknowingly.

“Oh. Well, thank you. I appreciate that.” She says, finally locking eyes with Chan for longer than just a moment. They both feel a force pulling them towards each other, almost like metal to magnet. Then Y/N forces herself to look away. “Gaba told me a lot about them. I’m sure I would have been proud to be their daughter. They were powerful, well known Witches. They worked in the Witch Society under the rule of the previous King, back when it was honorable to be a Member of the Society. Now they’re just a bunch of cowards who do the crooked King’s bidding, hurting the people, the heart, of the Kingdom.”

“You feel really strongly about this Witches Social and their King, don’t you?” Felix asks with rice stuck to his chin, and Changbin reaches over to clean it off, “Thank you, Hyung.”

“Witch Society. And yes. That is my home, my people. I have to get back and do something about the current order of things before Talmas destroys our home.” Y/N states with new found determination. As soon as she is alone, she plans to study the Grimoire Gaba entrusted to her in hopes of finding the Spell to send her back.

“The people sure are lucky to have you to save them.” Jeongin says with a smile.

“So… about your eyes.” Jisung asks with burning curiosity, “Do all Witches have the same eyes?”

“No. Mine are the only eyes to have this odd color. Gaba told me that, when I was born, many Witches came to see me, even the King made it to see me while my mother recovered. The occasion made all the more eventful because both my parents were Witches, which is rare.” She pauses to take a drink of the banana’s milk Jisung served her, she doesn't know how one milks a banana, but she is glad for whoever discovered it. “Witches do have different colored eyes from regular humans. Humans have regular brown or blue eyes, but Witches’ eye colors come in different shades of blues, reds, greens, violets, pinks, and so on. And a Witch’s eye color will almost always be a similar shade of color that the Witch parent has.”

“Why do you say it's rare that both your parents are Witches?” Jisung probes further.

“Male Witches are a rarity, and when they marry a female Witch, they will always have a girl. So many choose to marry a human to increase their chances of a son, and they are oftentimes non-Gifted. My paternal grandmother was human. Gaba bought her a whole farm when she gave birth to my father, then proceeded to buy her several horses when he realized his son was a Witch. My Grandmother made him return all of the horses the next day!” Y/N softly giggles as she remembers Gaba’s face each time he told the story to her. He was upset that she didn’t want to keep the horses.

Chan finds himself mesmerized by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. It sounds like a melody being written just for him and he wants to hear more of it. And the sight of her lit up face makes a smile spread across his face. He thinks it would be extremely rewarding to be the one to make her laugh, and he hopes that, one day soon, he can hear her truly laugh.

“Do all of the people of this world have eyes like Obsidian stone?” Y/N asks, noticing the guys all have very similar dark eyes as Chan. “I have never seen eyes that dark in color.”

“Here in our country, the majority of people do have dark eyes similar to our own.” Seungmin answers. “But we are just a country in this big world. There are many different types of people in the world with different eye colors. None like from your world, but different colors of brown, blue and green are the most common, and sometimes a combination of those colors.”

Y/N ponders that response for a moment while she chews on her pork and rice grains. “That’s very interesting.” she states simply.

~

After everyone finishes eating, they start moving Seungmin’s and Felix’s things from their room and into the room with the spare beds. Everyone talks and jokes amicably while making games out of moving the stuff from one room to the other to make the task more fun and pass more quickly. Y/N finds herself enjoying passing time with the boys as they play and tease each other, while Chan finds himself staring at Y/N each time she giggles or speaks. Once they finish moving everything, they all sprawl out in the living room.

"There you go, Y/N. Now you have a place to sleep and keep your stuff." Seungmin says.

"Um, Seungmin. Y/N doesn't have anything. Or did you forget that she came to us unexpectedly from another world through a hole in our ceiling?" Hyunjin says in a slight teasing tone to the younger man.

"We can go shopping tomorrow for some of the necessities for her. Or did you forget that she has wants and needs just like any other human?" Seungmin counters. "Or non-human." He adds as an afterthought.

Y/N speaks out before the boys get too into their debate. “I have some items I brought from home here in my Cloak.” Y/N walks over to where she had placed her Cloak and picks it up, noticing the food stains. She gently shakes it out, all the stains on it from the first dinner disappearing off her Cloak the way they had the floor and sofa. Then she lays it down on the floor and waves her hands over it to activate the Storage Spell of the Cloak.

Once again, the boys all gather to watch in astonishment at what the Witch from a foreign world can do as she begins to pull things out of her Cloak, starting with Lessio’s Grimoire. The Cloak looks normal, but when Y/N puts her hand to it, it goes through and she pulls out another item from the unknown space of the Cloak. 

“So, whatcha got there, Y/N?” Felix asks, not recognizing some of the items.

Y/N begins to hold up items and explains, “These are some herbs that I had planned to use to make medicine for Old Man Jowsin’s back. This is an ointment I made to help disinfect and decrease the healing time of any abrasions.” She holds up a small crystal jar full of light blue paste. She continues to pull out a sketch pad, several pencils, a brush, and a hat. “A change of clothes because you never know what may happen.” she says pulling out lady pants and a blouse.

“Can’t you just make new clothes out of thin air if something happens?” Minho asks.

“I could, but using Spells for everything gets exhausting. It's nice to do things like a normal human too.” She defends.

“But normal humans don’t have capes with Spells cast on them to hold their stuff.” he counters.

Y/N is miffed at Minho’s statement. ‘Do humans here really not have any Gifts or other powers?’ she thinks as she looks around. “You must have your own capabilities if you are able to get people into these compact boxes. Or to have your home illuminated so late at night without the use of flame.” she points out.

“Late?” Chan says, looking at the time. His eyes go wide when he sees that it is nearly 2AM. “Guys, we have to be up in a few hours to make it in time for our shoot at nine.” he informs the group. Now that everyone is aware of the time, they start to feel the exhaustion from the last several hours settle into their bodies. “How about we continue our conversation with Y/N after we all get some sleep, yeah?”

Everyone nods in agreement, some yawns coming from a few of the boys. They all start to head to their rooms, and Chan heads to the linen closet to get some fresh blankets for Y/N.

“Here. Some fresh linen so you can change out Seungmin’s used ones.” he hands her the bundle of blankets.

“Why so many bed cloths?” she asks, looking at the blankets in awe. She’s never seen blankets dyed with so many intricate designs in it.

“Bed cloths.” Chan repeats, finding her terminology cute. “Let me help you get it set up.” he grabs the blankets from her and leads her to the room. Once inside, he puts the blankets down on the desk and starts to remove the blankets from the bottom bunk. Y/N watches him as he is removing the blankets, his arms bare and on display, showing his veins and how his muscles move under his fair skin. Y/N doesn’t realize she’s staring until Chan stands and asks her to hand him the blankets.

It takes Y/N a quick moment to register what he was asking for, “Oh.” she blinks and turns to grab the blankets and hand them to Chan. She silently finishes watching him put the fresh blankets on the bed. “Thank you for your help.” she says when he stands, not looking at him.

An audible sigh leaves Chan’s lips. “Why don’t you look at me, Y/N? When you do, you turn away as fast as possible.” he questions her. “Is it because I look like your King?” He takes her silence as confirmation. “You know I’m not him, right?” he asks her.

“Of course I know you are not him.” Y/N softly answers. “But it is hard to look at you because you bear resemblance to the man who is responsible for my Grandfather’s death. And although I don’t blame you, I can’t help but see his face adorned with a smirk as he ordered his guard to shoot Gaba down.” Y/N swallows hard, fighting back the tears that, once again, threatened to fall. “I also blame myself for not being strong enough to break Gaba’s Spell to save him.” Tears are now free falling off her cheeks as she cries in grief for her Grandfather for the first time.

Chan can’t help but embrace her small, trembling form as she sobs into his chest, tears staining his sleeveless tee-shirt. He stands there with Y/N for several minutes while she cries, offering soft, comforting words here and there. When Y/N finally calms down, Chan releases her but keeps his hands on her shoulders.

“I don’t know everything that happened, but according to your Cat, your Grandfather did what he thought was right for you, to protect you. How do you know that awful King wouldn’t have killed your Grandfather anyway? Or kept him locked up to keep you in line? Maybe your Grandfather knew there would be no other option but to send you here. So you shouldn’t blame yourself, because I would like to believe that he doesn’t.”

At his words, Y/N eyes move up from Chan’s chest to his face and stay there. “Thank you.” she says, then huffs at herself. “I sure am thanking you a lot this day, am I?”

“Hey, anytime.” Chan says, giving Y/N a toothy smile. Y/N is taken aback by how attractive his smile is, and warm in comparison to the King. She thinks she would like to see that smile more often. “And I will make it so you can look at me without seeing or comparing me to your King” Chan promises, as though he had just read Y/N’s mind.

“He is not my King.” is all Y/N can say as her heart flutters in her chest at his promise, and Chan gives her another small smile as they say their goodnights.

Chan walks into the room he shares with Minho, who is still awake. “Did you kiss her?” he asks, startling Chan.

“AH! Wha-! No! It’s not like that. I don’t even know her.” Chan answers, feeling flustered under the younger man’s scrutinizing gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh-huh.” Minho ignores the older’s question, “I saw the way you were looking at her practically the whole night. At one point, I thought you would devour her right there in front of everyone.”

Chan flushed at Minho’s words. “Hey! I already said it’s not like that!” Throwing himself face down onto his bed. He rolls over to face Minho, “I mean, yeah, she’s beautiful, beyond stunning actually, but I don’t know her like that. Besides, she can’t even look at me fully.” Chan says. He thinks about how he had embraced her back in the other room. It wasn’t romantic, but it made Chan feel like he was complete, like she was the missing piece he didn’t know he needed. He still couldn’t explain it but the strange, magnetic pull he feels towards her when he is around her makes him smile.

“Well, that doesn’t stop you from thinking your lustful thoughts though, does it?” Minho says as he situates himself into bed for the night. “What were you doing in there with her that took so long if you weren’t locking lips?”

The older man throws a pillow at the younger man. “I was comforting her, pervert. She’s upset about losing her Grandfather and home all in one day, and she finally allowed it all out while I was in there.”

Minho is silent for a moment. “But you do like her. Right?”

Chan sighs, he knows Minho won’t let it go until he gets an answer. “I could definitely see why anyone would like her, but it's too soon to tell if I like her like that or not. I’m tired so goodnight.” Chan says, shutting down the conversation for the night.

~

Y/N is finishing setting up the personal items she had in her Cloak, taking a moment to look into the embroidered, crystal mirror her Grandfather gave her Grandmother as a marriage proposal gift. The mirror is her most prized possession, being the only heirloom she carried with her in the Cloak.

Y/N is feeling tired, but fights sleep. She wants to start looking into how to get home as soon as possible. She opens Lessio’s Grimoire and an envelope slips out from under the cover and glides to the floor without her notice.

After almost an hour of looking through the seemingly never ending pages and not finding anything, Y/N starts to feel her eyes heavy from sleep. Nolai meows at her, an indication that he thinks she should go to bed.

“So now you want to stop using your voice to reprimand me.” She says to Nolai, recalling how he shouted at her and told her she was being ridiculous. “I know I have to go to bed, Nolai, but I need to figure out how to get us home. I don’t feel comfortable here in this world.”

“Are you sure it’s the world you’re uncomfortable with?” Nolai asks, his voice laced with implications. “Or is it the handsome stranger with the familiar face?”

Y/N turns abruptly in her seat to look at the Cat Dhornna with an astonished look. “Can you go back to not talking?” she says, feeling herself grow uneasy at the truth of the Cat’s words. “You go to bed if you’re tired.”

“I can feel what you feel, Y/N. I know you hate the King, but you also feel yourself drawn to Chan.” Y/N tries to ignore him as he continues to speak. “I also noticed how he looked at you. Like he would move mountain rock for you.”

Y/N sighs and looks at her annoying Cat, trying to ignore the light jumps her heart was doing at the thought. ‘What’s wrong with me? I don’t even know him.’ she thinks to herself. She recalls the embrace she shared with him while he comforted her. It was by no means romantic, but it made her feel complete, like he was the missing constellation to her Star filled night.

“If I go to bed, will you stop talking?” Y/N asks Nolai.

“Maybe. Or maybe I might continue because I’m right.” he says, his usual gleam in his eyes.

Rolls her eyes at the Cat and gets up to go to bed. As she walks towards the bed, her foot slips on the carpet. She looks down to see she’s stepping on the envelope that wasn’t there before, and lifts her foot to pick it up.

Seeing that her name is written in her Grandfather’s handwriting on the envelope, she takes it to the bed with her to read it, tears already brimming her eyes for the fourth time today.

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A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry I am posting a day late, with 4th of July and my brother’s birthday, it has been a hectic weekend. I am having so much fun writing this, and I hope you are all having fun reading! I promise to keep posting every Saturday! LYASM! And thank you!

Your Lovely Wicked Soul

~Chapter One~

Chan has just gotten everyone situated in front of the TV, each with a plate for today’s special dinner, ready to pick a movie to watch. The ‘00 line seems like they have it out for each other, or Chan. One would complain about the suggestion of another, then the latter would complain that the former is complaining, rinse and repeat.

“Alright, alright! If you can’t choose a movie, then I’ll pick for us.” Chan states as he takes the remote in hand. Most of the boys groan and Chan gives them a quizzical look.

“You always choose those sappy RomComs and they are not even good.” Jisung says in a groan. The other boys simply nod in agreement.

Just as Chan opens his mouth to come back with a rebuttal, an odd whooshing noise fills the room and the air becomes thick. Then, suddenly, the space above their heads morphs into what looks like a hole in their ceiling. They all stand and look up at the hole to see the back of someone wearing a long, teal cloak with white trimming and long hair flowing down her back. It seems as though she is standing upright where she is, while from the perspective of the boys, her back is facing down while hovering 7 feet above the ground. And she is shouting in a language they do not recognize

“NIE! GABA!” the girl screams right as she falls, rather suddenly and forcefully, onto the coffee table that is holding their dinner, and the boys attempt to escape the food splatter. The table collapses beneath her, causing her to grunt as she hits the ground with almost as much force, the food flying to the ground and at the boys sitting on the sofa. The hole in the ceiling closes and the ceiling looks back to normal. The boys could only stare in disbelief at what they had just witnessed. If they had not all been there to witness it themselves, they wouldn’t have believed it coming from even their own members.

The girl groans as she sits up, rubbing her backside in an attempt to soothe the ache that was only going to be worse tomorrow, and opens her eyes to meet glances with the eight boys. All the boys gasp in unison upon seeing her eyes. They're the most striking pair of white Opal colored eyes. “Whoa.” a few of the boys say under their breath.

“Yeah, this is definitely WAY better than a movie.” Jisung says aloud

Y/N’s eyes narrow when they land on Chan. “You! What are you doing here? You killed Gaba!” She speaks in her native tongue, Trysian, not realising that no one can understand her. Frustrated with the only response being silence, she casts a Spell, patterns of light dispersing from the tips of her fingers, to render the men immobile by levitating them in the air a few feet. The boys all shout in surprise. 

Y/N once again focuses her gaze on Chan and again demands in her native tongue, “Why are you here? How did you manage to find me so quickly?!” Y/N shouts, quickly growing impatient. When he shakes his head in confusion, she sees it as a refusal to answer and changes tactics. Y/N begins to cast another wordless Spell to slowly pull his heart out. Y/N came upon the Spell while studying in her Grandfather’s study. She knew she wasn’t supposed to read it, but she couldn’t help herself. She still recalls the spell even after seven years. She normally wouldn't use a Spell like this, for it is a Dark Spell, but her emotions are getting the best of her, and she is not going to allow the man that killed Gaba to live. Even at the cost of her own life.

 Chan begins to feel an odd sensation in his chest, as though there are fingers clasping at his heart. He looks at the girl in front of him, her eyes bright and watery from the tears that threaten to spill over, as she looks at him with all the loathing of the world. He briefly wonders to himself as to why she looks at him like that, but stops caring when he begins to feel the fingers around his heart tighten with the promise to crush it. Chan can only groan at the sensation, the pain being too great to even manage to take a breath to shout out.

Just as Y/N is completing the Dark Spell, her Dhornna speaks out, “Y/N, STOP! You'll kill yourself. Your Gaba wouldn't want you to die for this." Nolai looks around at the confused faces. "Also, I don’t think they know what you are saying, Y/N. Look around. Does any of this look familiar to you? These men look scared and confused.”

“Don't let them fool you! This is that bastard King, Talmas! Look at him! The resemblance is too similar to be coincidence. And the others could have changed their appearances.” Y/N attempts to reason, more with herself, her Spell halts around the man’s heart. The thing about Dhornnas is that, being that they are manifest from a Witch’s Gifts, they are honed in on any weakness they have. That includes any doubts or fears their masters may have during times of distress.

“Really, Y/N? Does that make sense to you? Don't you think he would have them change his appearance as well? You know it's not him. How could he have found you already? Look at him Y/N! Does he even seem malicious to you? And if the Members were here, they would have already intervened, even being detained by your Levitation Spell.” Y/N hates when Nolai is right, he always gloats. Y/N exhales sharply and releases her Spells, collapsing to her knees, slightly weak after only just starting the Dark Spell and using the Levitation Spell at the same time. The men all gently come down from their positions in the air, shock still written across their faces. Not one of them seems to notice the other voice coming from the Cat Dhornna “Good. Now allow me to see if I can smooth this over.” Nolai says in an arrogant tone. Y/N throws a dirty look his way and she swears he is smirking.

Nolai is great at reading people, and he knows a cat lover when he sees one. He approaches one of the men and gently meows to get his attention. The man looks down, eyes going wide when he sees a black cat with eyes the same Opal color as the girl’s. He kneels down and picks Nolai up. As soon as he is within reach, Nolai rubs his face against the man’s forehead casting the Spell to receive knowledge of their language. It is a common Spell used by merchants back home when they need to complete a transaction with someone speaking in an unfamiliar tongue. Nolai learns that the man’s name is Minho and they are in a land called Seoul, South Korea.

“Hello Minho.” Nolai states in the men’s native tongue. Minho gasps and drops Nolai when he hears him speak. All the men step back in shock.

“D-did that cat just gr-greet me?” Minho asks, pointing a shaky finger at Nolai, dizzy from the Spell casted unbeknownst to him. He puts an unsteady hand on his head, “Ugh, I’m so dizzy all of a sudden.”

“Sorry, that is because of the Spell I cast to learn your language. You’ll feel better in a few moments.” Nolai answers before anyone could say anything more. “And of course I just greeted you. And I’m not an ordinary cat. I am Nolai, a Cat Dhornna, familiar to a Witch. More specifically, that Witch.” Nolai tilts his head towards Y/N, “She is my master, and her name is Y/N. We come from a small village called Old Stone Village, in the Kingdom of Trysolia. She was sent here by her Grandfather to save her from a horrible fate. So she is very weary of strangers at the moment.”

A moment of silence passes before anyone speaks up. “Okay, but that doesn’t explain why she attacked us. More specifically, me. It felt like my heart was being pulled out my chest.” Chan states, hand still clutching his chest. He can still feel it, the sensation of a hand wrapping itself around his heart. It scared him, and he will need a damn good reason as to why he should look the other way.

“My apologies. It is just that you resemble the tyrant King of our homeland, and we were being attacked by him and his men in the moments leading up to us landing here in your home. She was scared and had thought you were him and she acted on impulse. It's no excuse, I know, but her emotions are frail. I do offer my greatest apologies and hope you grace us with forgiveness.” Nolai finishes his speech with a bow to Chan. He decides to leave out how her Grandfather was killed, not sure how something like that would be received in this instance.

Chan stands where he is for a moment in amazement at the cat, and oddly impressed at his speech. “I’m not one to hold grudges. And it sounds like you and Y/N(?),” he states her name with slight uncertainty, “have been through enough for one day. And so has my living room. So how about, now, we all sit and discuss this like civilized people, yeah?”

Nolai looks at Y/N and then back to Chan. “May I request that someone allow Y/N to perform a Knowledge Transfer Spell so she may also speak amongst us?” The men look at each other, then at Y/N, scared, then seven of the eight pairs of eyes shift to look at Chan.

“What?” Chan asks the other men, and Hyunjin gives him a look telling him exactly what. Chan opens and closes his mouth like he is going to say something, then hangs his head and sighs in defeat, lifting his hand, “I guess that’ll be me.” Minho gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before shoving him towards Y/N.

Chan approaches Y/N and kneels in front of her already kneeling position on the floor next to what used to be their coffee table. Her eyes go wide as she looks at Nolai and he simply gives her a nod of encouragement. Y/N shifts her eyes back to Chan’s, and she sees how soft they look in comparison to the King's. That’s one plus for him. She notices that his eyes are much darker than Talmas’, almost like onyx or obsidian, ‘Odd. I’ve never seen eyes this dark before.’ She thinks to herself, but doesn’t ponder on it for too long. She doesn’t allow herself to visually explore his features any further.

Chan gulps as his gaze meets with the Witches, his nerves going haywire as she scoots closer to him. Kneeling in front of her at such a close proximity, he could see the details of her face. He thinks to himself that she is quite beautiful. Even without the unusual eyes, she would still be stunning. Her light Opal colored eyes fringed with long, thick eyelashes put her on a level beyond human beauty.

“I’m Chan by the way.” he blurts out, then recalls that she can’t understand him and quickly smacks his forehead. “Sorry, you can’t understand me yet, duh.” He states awkwardly to her, despite her still not understanding. Chan decides to shut up when she gives him a look of confusion mixed with a hint of judgement, and sees his bandmates shaking their heads at him. He looks into her eyes and realises that, up close, he can make out specks of pastel pink and purple and blue and green and yellow. It looks like someone really replaced her eyes with actual Opals.

Chan continues to stare into the hypnotizing eyes as Y/N places the palm of her right hand on his forehead and begins casting her wordless Spell. Their eyes stay on each other until Chan starts to feel himself become lost in her eyes and slightly dizzy, so he closes his eyes. He quickly learns that closing his eyes was a mistake, because it only makes him feel dizzier and he begins to feel detached from himself. Opening his eyes again, he meets the mesmerizing gaze of the Witch, and instantly feels back at ease, so he opts to remain with his eyes open for the duration of the Spell.

Just as Chan starts to feel like his brain is swimming in his head, Y/N pulls away from him. Having completed the Spell, Y/N stands up to properly introduce herself, “Hello. My name is Y/N. I do wish to apologize for my behavior a few moments ago. I was not in a proper state of mind.” She states flawlessly in their native tongue, much to the boys’ surprise.

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Seungmin.” the boy gives Y/N an adorably warm smile after a few moments pass. He reminds Y/N of a puppy.

“Hi! I’m Jeongin!” the one with fox-like features says.

The man Nolai used the Spell on sends a small wave and smiles, “I’m Minho.” he states, simply.

“I’m Changbin, but you can call me Binnie.” the stocky, attractive one says with a lopsided smirk.

“I’m Hwang Hyunjin. Pleasure to meet you, even under such odd circumstances.” This man would be a hot commodity back in Y/N’s world with a face like that.

“I’m Jisung, or you can call me Baby.” The man who resembles an adorable chipmunk says, presenting Y/N a beautifully crafted smile, accompanied with a wink.

“You’ll scare her away, Hyung!” A man with freckles says to Jisung. Then he turns to Y/N with a welcoming smile, “Hi, I’m Felix.” Y/N feels her heart prick a little, Felix’s freckles reminding her of her best friend's.

She gives him a sad half smile and turns to face the full group of men. “Thank you all for being so kind and understanding.” She turns towards Chan but doesn’t look him in the face, and it doesn't escape his notice, “Thank you, Chan, for allowing me to use that Spell on you. You should feel back to normal in just a few moments. Also, I offer my sincerest apologies for attacking you and nearly taking your heart out. And, also, about your low table.” She hangs her head then adds, “Now if you’ll please excuse me, I need to find a way back home.” Y/N turns around and starts looking for a way out. As she stands there, eyes circling the room as she tries to locate the exit, she begins to feel awkward under the watchful gazes of the men.

She is about to turn and exit through the window just to escape the odd looks coming from the group of men when Nolai speaks out, “Y/N, we have no idea about how that Spell Gaba used works or how to reverse it to get you back safely. Also, we don’t have anywhere to go. Or any currency to rent a room or buy food.”

Y/N straightens her back, noticing her Dhornna spoke using the language of this world. Y/N has never been too keen on strangers knowing of her struggles, it makes her feel too vulnerable. Especially now, surrounded by foreign people in a foreign world.

Speaking in Trysian, Y/N responds, "Gaba gave me his Grimoire, if you recall. I can figure out how to get there using this." She pulls out the book still wrapped in elk skin. "And please speak in our tongue. I don't feel comfortable with them knowing too much. Talmas could use them to find me."

Nolai rolls his eyes, "But Y/N, it's late and we have nowhere to go. You're really going to ask me to wander the roads of a completely foreign world in the dark hours of the night?" He whines.

Y/N narrows her eyes at the Cat to warn him to stop talking, and states through gritted teeth, "I don't know what you want me to do, Nolai. We don't have very many options here." Y/N is aware of the other eight persons looking at them in slight confusion at the conversation between her and her Cat, and puts the Grimoire back away in her Cloak.

Nolai is also aware of them. "Well, I refuse to sleep anywhere but in a warm bed." He states with the stubbornness of his Master. He gets a little gleam in his eye before saying, "I know! How about you ask these nice men to let us stay here? At least until we figure out what to do next?"

Y/N's eyes go wide at the suggestion of her Dhornna and she reaches out to him to shut him up. "I'm sorry about him." She says to the guys in their language, "He's usually not this talkative, so I have no idea where this is coming from." She smiles awkwardly, then throws a glare down at her Dhornna.

"Well I don't know of all that was being said between you two, but I'm sure we caught the gist of it, and your cat is right. Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say." Chan speaks out, "You can't go and wander the streets of Seoul at night. There are many dangerous people out there. So you should stay here."

"Plus, your outfit will put you in danger of receiving more than just a few judgemental looks." Hyunjin adds, unhelpfully, face deadpan.

Y/N looks at Hyunjin and eyes his outfit, then looks down at hers, realizing for the first time how different they are dressed. Her clothing is made of finest materials from her homeland, her pants and blouse were of the softest cloudcotton, her boots of sturdy softwood and warm moose fur, and her cloak was of the finest sea velvet and dyed her favorite shade of teal. Y/N takes off her cloak and begins to wave her hands over herself in what looks like a dance using just the arms, casting a wordless Spell. Light begins to leave the tips of her fingers and leaves patterns in the air around her, and her outfit suddenly changes to resemble what Hyunjin is wearing. "There. Now I won't stand out. And have you forgotten that I'm not some helpless Witch? I can take care of myself."

Some of the boys raise their brows in slight surprise at Y/N's full form. She is short, barely coming to eye level with Changbin's chin, so the boys all thought that she was a child in her mid teens. Looking at her now, in ripped, black skinnies and a light blue button up that snugs her chest a little and hangs loosely down the rest of her torso, they can clearly see just how womanly she is.

Changbin clears his throat, "Um. Y/N? How old are you?" He asks the question swimming in all the other men's minds as well.

Y/N raises an eyebrow at his question, "I age a year on the eve the Earth completes its cycle around the Sunstar. This one approaching will make my 22nd complete cycle. So I'm almost 22 years old."

"That makes you only a couple months younger than me." Minho states with a smile after completing the math in his head.

"Well, I guess that means the rest of us call her Noona." Jisung states, then asks, “Excuse me Noona? Do you have a boyfriend?” earning him a quick jab in the ribs from Changbin’s elbow.

"But my name is Y/N." She gives Jisung a confused look, making the other boys laugh. Despite her attempt to kill him only minutes ago, Chan thinks to himself that this girl is extremely adorable.

"Back on the subject of where to stay?" The Cat says, allowing his voice to be laced with annoyance, trying to get everyone back on track.

"Right!" Chan says looking at Nolai, then back to the group. "I still don't think it's a good idea for you to wander around by yourself, even if you are a powerful Witch. Magic is not something people can do here, and you may attract too much unwanted attention to yourself if you go around flinging people in the air."

"Magic?" Y/N asks softly to herself, then aloud to Chan without looking at him, "Okay. Then what do you suggest?"

"Well, like your Doorman said, it would be safer to stay here. I'm sure all of us feel the same?" Chan asks the other men of the house, all giving Chan mumbled agreements.

Y/N rolls her eyes. "It's Dhornna." she states. "And Nolai is delusional. There is absolutely no way Gaba would send me into a house full of men with intentions that I stay. I can't stay." She finishes with firm resolve.

"You're being ridiculous, Y/N!" Nolai says, voice slightly raised in annoyance at his Master's stubbornness. 'Oh now he uses Trysian!' Y/N thinks to herself  "Gaba sent us here, and if you recall, he told you he was sending you to someone who can help you. I believe he knew that these men would be here to help you or could lead you to someone who can. If you would stop being so damn pigheaded, you would see that. Just accept Chan's offer." Y/N eyes go wide at the tone he uses with her.

"I liked it better when you said nothing." Y/N states to her Cat Dhornna, pouting. "Fine. We can stay here. That is if the offer is still open." She says, switching languages, looking at the boys.

"Of course!" Some of the guys say in unison, while others responded with “Absolutely!” and “As long as you need”. Y/N nods at the boys, quietly thanking them.

“So, two things.” Jeongin speaks out, “First, I’m still hungry and now our food is all over the floor.” Everyone takes a look around at the food splayed out on the living room carpet, sofa, and some of them. The guys all shift their gazes to Y/N and she gives them an apologetic look. “And second, where is Y/N going to sleep?” All eyes shift from Y/N to Jeongin, then back to Y/N.

“Well I can offer up a partial solution to the first issue.” Y/N says before stepping to the center of the living room. She closes her eyes and begins waving her hands around, making patterns in the air with light from her fingertips. Then, she begins to levitate and the room begins to put itself back into order. The soiled food and chunks of broken wood from the demolished coffee table going into the trash. The stains in the carpet, sofas, and the boy's clothes from the turned over kimchi, bulgogi, japchae, and various other foods, begin to disappear, almost like its dissolving away any evidence of the fallen dishes.

The guys all watch in astonishment at what is happening before their eyes. What would’ve taken hours and a whole lot of paper towels and stain remover to clean up, is now being done in only minutes by one person with no use of paper towels or stain remover. Felix looks at Chan, “Can we keep her?” he asks. ‘I sure would love to.’ Chan thinks to himself. He’s not willing to say the statement aloud, so he just shrugs at the younger boy.

Y/N finishes up the Spells and opens her eyes. Her gaze briefly falls on Chan before she looks away, and Chan feels a slight pang of hurt at the gesture. He tried pushing it away, but from the moment he first saw her falling from his ceiling, he’s been feeling a pull towards the stunning stranger. Almost like he is meant to know her, meant to have her beside him, and he unconsciously makes it his mission to have her at his side, looking at him.

“I guess I’ll go get the take out menus. Unless someone is willing to cook?” Seungmin asks hopefully. When he is answered with silence, he turns to get the menus from their place in the kitchen drawer. When he comes back, he places the menus on one of the arms of the sofa and speaks again. “I was also thinking about sleeping arrangements. Felix and I can just use the spare beds in the other room with Jeongin, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin-hyung, and move our stuff out and into the other room with us. That way Y/N can take our room and have some privacy. It’s only temporary right?” Seungmin looks at Y/N, and she nods her head. “There, resolved.”

“Not quite.” Jeongin interjects, “I’m still starving and I refuse to help move anything on an empty stomach. So let's order some food. Chan’s paying.”

Chan gawfs at the younger boy, “Why me? Why can’t you or Minho or anyone else?”

Jeongin thinks on his response for a moment, then replies, “Cause I like food better when you buy it, Hyung.” He gives the older boy a brilliant smile, and Chan can only laugh. “And it's your birthday so it only makes sense that you pay.” he adds.

“Well Happy Birthday to me.” Chan mumbles under his breath. “Okay, but nothing too expensive. Since I’m going to have to buy a new coffee table too.”

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A/N: Hello! I hope you all enjoyed Chapter One of YLWS! I know I had fun writing it. I did want to address that in the Prologue, the name of the village is different than what I put in here, I had decided to change the name of the village after I posted the Prologue and forgot that it had been mentioned. Sorry! I promise to be more diligent to give you guys the best experience

after days of uncertainty, our beautiful boy is back! we’ve missed you so much and we can’t wait to see you smile again <3

please continue to look after yourself, we love you <3

stream mixtape: 애 on various streaming platforms so we can welcome him back warmly ☺️

don’t mind me, just doing some spring cleaning 🤠

i’ve literally just looked back on the posts i’ve made in the past and i’ve decided to get rid of the mud that was smeared across my dashboard about he who shall not be acknowledged.

if you saw those posts, no u didn’t.

let’s celebrate choi minho coming home x

i forgot how to act part 2.

double frick frack, now i’ve just discovered that there’s chans room season 2

wHy iS thIS aLloWeD¿?

happy to report that...

our 🍯s are looking great, looking like they’re healing, glowing and growing.

someone

motivate me to write a jeongin smut.

ice cream—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing

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

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

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

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

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

he smiles sheepishly. "uh, hi."

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

"nice pajamas."

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

"thanks. give me the ice cream."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"your fashion choice, dude, not mine."

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

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

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

"oh, thank fu-"

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

"and that is...?"

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

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

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

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

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

he nods.

"that is an awful deal. for you."

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

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

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

"y/n."

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

"i thought you'd never ask."

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

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

Operation Miroh

trigger warnings: none

written + edited by: 🥺

pairings: hwang hyunjin x oc

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

Prologue

There are lots of rules when it comes to vampires.

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

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

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

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

At least, that's what I thought.

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

"You're kidding, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know what my answer is already."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're home late."

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

"I texted you," I said.

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

"You gonna get it fixed?"

"Eventually."

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckled humourlessly. "Weird day."

"Not allowed to talk about it?"

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

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

"You must be tired," she mumbled.

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

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

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑖𝑛..

[APPLAUSE]

i cannot make this shit up😭😭 like op said, stays are so unserious

i know im late asf (school has been really busy rn) but happy birthday changbinnn <3

“did we make it?”

“…yeah. yeah, we did.”

“stray kids everywhere all around the world,

you make stray kids STAY!”

happy birthday to STAYs everywhere ily guys 🫶

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn🥰🥰🥰

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