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Missed Calls

Pairing: Changbin x gn!Reader (short mention of Chan/Jisung)

Word Count: 1232

Summary: Changbin overdoes it before the upcoming tour and ends up in hospital. You're busy and miss the many notifications blowing up your phone until you finally realize you should get going.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, comfort, fainting, very short mention of blood, shitty communication skills, happy ending

A/N: Thank you, my love @zehina for helping me out with a prompt for this fic🖤

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The sound of your ringtone is muffled beneath the blanket of music pouring from your headphones, bass-heavy and loud enough to match the mood clawing at your insides. You’re three hours into a long-overdue deep clean of your apartment- more rage-scrubbing than actual tidying, if you’re being honest - and your phone is buried somewhere under a pile of laundry and passive-aggressive to-do lists.

It’s been a day.

Actually, it’s been a week. Maybe a month. Too many deadlines, too many people asking for too many things. And on top of all that, the emotional whiplash of being half in a relationship with someone who belongs to the world and barely has time to belong to himself, let alone you.

Changbin.

Your thumb scrapes a smear of dried toothpaste off the bathroom mirror, and you glare at your reflection like it’s responsible for everything unraveling. You hadn’t meant to ignore him, not really. You’d just… needed a break. From the constant notifications, the packed schedule reminders he kept sharing, the tension you felt in every message that sounded like a goodbye disguised as a status update.

Still, you probably should’ve picked up.

The music cuts out suddenly, a faint vibration making your heart lurch in your chest. You yank the headphones off and fumble for your phone, finally digging it out from under your sweatshirt. The screen lights up with missed calls—fourteen of them. Nine messages. One from Jisung. Two from Felix. The rest are all Chan.

And then the most recent one: "Call me when you see this. It’s urgent."

Almost gone

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1812

Summary: Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few. Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional!hurt, happy ending, miscommunication (sort of?), seungmin learns to open up

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Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few.

Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

The night it happened, the two of you had been sitting in his dorm room, the soft hum of music playing in the background. It had been a stressful, exhausting day for you both, but there was comfort in each other’s presence…Or there had been.

Until he said it.

“You’re too sensitive, you know that?”

It wasn’t the first time he had told you this. There had been plenty of times: Lovingly, when you were crying over kitten videos, annoyed when you would take something to heart too quickly, embarrassed when you snapped at someone for saying something so clearly out of line for you. It wasn’t even the worst thing he had ever said. But tonight, it hit differently.

Maybe it was the way his voice had carried that edge of exasperation. Perhaps it was the weight of everything else you had endured that day. Maybe it was because you had spent so long trying to convince yourself that you could take whatever he threw at you, that you could handle his sharp words. After all, that was just who he was. And he usually didn’t mean it in a harmful way, did he?

But in that moment, something inside you cracked.

You had laughed at first, an empty sound, barely meeting his eyes. “Yeah, maybe I am.”

He didn’t notice the way your fingers curled into the hem of your sweater, knuckles white from the firm grip. He didn’t see the way your shoulders tensed as if bracing for the impact of more words possibly able to hurt you. He was too busy looking at his phone, too caught up in whatever joke Felix had just texted him.

And that was when you realized something you wished you hadn’t: He didn’t even notice.

My bad🥲😂🖤

Step by Step

Pairing: Minho x 9th member gn!Reader

Word Count: 2181

Summary: Minho's whole purpose is based on his dancing ability. When an injury slows him down he draws back from everyone until Chan sends you his way to get him back.

Warnings/Tags: 9th member fic, angst, fluff, self doubt

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Minho was born to dance.

From the moment he first stepped into a studio, it became his second home, the rhythm of music entwined with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Every movement was precise, every routine a masterpiece, crafted with the kind of dedication that only came from true love for the art. And for as long as you had known him, that fire had burned unshakable.

Until the accident.

It happened in an instant, a moment so brief yet devastatingly permanent. One mistimed landing, one sharp cry of pain, and suddenly, the invincible Lee Minho was reduced to someone broken. The doctors assured him he would recover, but the damage had already been done-not just to his body, but to something far more fragile: his confidence.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and though his body healed, his soul remained fractured. He refused to return to the studio, refused to do so much as talk about dancing, leaving Hyunjin and Felix to figure out your newest moves by themselves. He stayed away from the studio, not really seeing the use in recording new songs when he wouldn't be able to perform them on stage - which drove first Changbin and then Jisung crazy, whilst Chan worried too much for his own good. And what was even worse - he pushed everyone away. Even you. You, his fellow dancer who had always admired him the most.

But you weren’t about to let him go so easily. Not when your maknae had asked you to check on Min, not when Chan had told you, you were their last hope.

oh you wrote this so beautifully, the progression in the story and the emotions was written amazingly!! 💜💜

Thank you, dear☺️🖤🖤

Too much

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: self-hatred

word count: ~2.6k

summary: Loneliness is a silent killer, although when you notice its presence, you almost run into its blade willingly, had it not been for Chan to save you from yourself.

a/n: I know. Chan again. I apologise but he is my comfort place, in a sense.

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Almost gone

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1812

Summary: Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few. Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional!hurt, happy ending, miscommunication (sort of?), seungmin learns to open up

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few.

Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

The night it happened, the two of you had been sitting in his dorm room, the soft hum of music playing in the background. It had been a stressful, exhausting day for you both, but there was comfort in each other’s presence…Or there had been.

Until he said it.

“You’re too sensitive, you know that?”

It wasn’t the first time he had told you this. There had been plenty of times: Lovingly, when you were crying over kitten videos, annoyed when you would take something to heart too quickly, embarrassed when you snapped at someone for saying something so clearly out of line for you. It wasn’t even the worst thing he had ever said. But tonight, it hit differently.

Maybe it was the way his voice had carried that edge of exasperation. Perhaps it was the weight of everything else you had endured that day. Maybe it was because you had spent so long trying to convince yourself that you could take whatever he threw at you, that you could handle his sharp words. After all, that was just who he was. And he usually didn’t mean it in a harmful way, did he?

But in that moment, something inside you cracked.

You had laughed at first, an empty sound, barely meeting his eyes. “Yeah, maybe I am.”

He didn’t notice the way your fingers curled into the hem of your sweater, knuckles white from the firm grip. He didn’t see the way your shoulders tensed as if bracing for the impact of more words possibly able to hurt you. He was too busy looking at his phone, too caught up in whatever joke Felix had just texted him.

And that was when you realized something you wished you hadn’t: He didn’t even notice.

no bc this fic is SO my style… AAA I LOVE YOU SM NAT YOURE SO TALENTED

hehe thank you, sunny🖤

Almost gone

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1812

Summary: Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few. Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional!hurt, happy ending, miscommunication (sort of?), seungmin learns to open up

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few.

Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

The night it happened, the two of you had been sitting in his dorm room, the soft hum of music playing in the background. It had been a stressful, exhausting day for you both, but there was comfort in each other’s presence…Or there had been.

Until he said it.

“You’re too sensitive, you know that?”

It wasn’t the first time he had told you this. There had been plenty of times: Lovingly, when you were crying over kitten videos, annoyed when you would take something to heart too quickly, embarrassed when you snapped at someone for saying something so clearly out of line for you. It wasn’t even the worst thing he had ever said. But tonight, it hit differently.

Maybe it was the way his voice had carried that edge of exasperation. Perhaps it was the weight of everything else you had endured that day. Maybe it was because you had spent so long trying to convince yourself that you could take whatever he threw at you, that you could handle his sharp words. After all, that was just who he was. And he usually didn’t mean it in a harmful way, did he?

But in that moment, something inside you cracked.

You had laughed at first, an empty sound, barely meeting his eyes. “Yeah, maybe I am.”

He didn’t notice the way your fingers curled into the hem of your sweater, knuckles white from the firm grip. He didn’t see the way your shoulders tensed as if bracing for the impact of more words possibly able to hurt you. He was too busy looking at his phone, too caught up in whatever joke Felix had just texted him.

And that was when you realized something you wished you hadn’t: He didn’t even notice.

This was a much needed angst 🥹🫶

Almost gone

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1812

Summary: Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few. Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional!hurt, happy ending, miscommunication (sort of?), seungmin learns to open up

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Seungmin had always been honest. Maybe even too honest, some would say. It was a quality that most people admired in him, his willingness to be open and not to pretend, though few could genuinely handle it. You always had been one of the few.

Or at least, that’s what he had thought.

The night it happened, the two of you had been sitting in his dorm room, the soft hum of music playing in the background. It had been a stressful, exhausting day for you both, but there was comfort in each other’s presence…Or there had been.

Until he said it.

“You’re too sensitive, you know that?”

It wasn’t the first time he had told you this. There had been plenty of times: Lovingly, when you were crying over kitten videos, annoyed when you would take something to heart too quickly, embarrassed when you snapped at someone for saying something so clearly out of line for you. It wasn’t even the worst thing he had ever said. But tonight, it hit differently.

Maybe it was the way his voice had carried that edge of exasperation. Perhaps it was the weight of everything else you had endured that day. Maybe it was because you had spent so long trying to convince yourself that you could take whatever he threw at you, that you could handle his sharp words. After all, that was just who he was. And he usually didn’t mean it in a harmful way, did he?

But in that moment, something inside you cracked.

You had laughed at first, an empty sound, barely meeting his eyes. “Yeah, maybe I am.”

He didn’t notice the way your fingers curled into the hem of your sweater, knuckles white from the firm grip. He didn’t see the way your shoulders tensed as if bracing for the impact of more words possibly able to hurt you. He was too busy looking at his phone, too caught up in whatever joke Felix had just texted him.

And that was when you realized something you wished you hadn’t: He didn’t even notice.

oh the angst. it sings my song

I'm happy you like it🤭🖤