Started: 30/01/25

Last updated: 25/03/25

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I've been scrolling through Tumblr for a little while now, and I've seen snippets and little droplets of what has been lying beneath the surface of our fandom, and I wanted to voice my concerns…

Some of you STAYS—not all of us (myself included)—have started taking it upon themselves to be bullies and, quite frankly, stalkers towards the members of SKZ. The main target, from what I have read, is Bang Chan, our lovely leader and father to seven kids.

So, let me start by saying…

One, what have you guys become? We are not fucking savages; we are not animals. So, tell me, why do you think it is okay to go around throwing heavy-ass shade towards the group (especially Chan), who just wants to entertain us and put a smile on our faces while trying to live his life? Like, do you not sit there and think, "Am I okay?" Because this isn't okay; this isn't normal.

Two, what's with the stalking? It's weird and fucking creepy. They are at their hotel, and you go out of your way just to take pictures of them, then proceed to follow them. Like, what the fuck? If someone were following you, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable and scared? So, what makes you think they wouldn't feel the same? (PLEASE GO TOUCH SOME FUCKING GRASS AND GET A GRIP.) Let them go to the beach and relax and indulge in some alone time. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF ALONE?

Alone /əˈləʊn/

Adjective

Having no one else present.

So please, let them live their life.

Three, why is it that when they arrive at the next location, you all think it's okay to trample on them or mob them? This isn't safe for them or anyone. At the end of the day, they shouldn't have to think about their safety or have massive amounts of security hovering over them just to leave the fucking airport. What upset me more is the fact that a girl barged her way in between two members for what? A PICTURE! What the hell is wrong with you? GURL, CALM THE FUCK DOWN! And the fact is, Chan even shook his head in disappointment as he got in the van. Don't you find that embarrassing? That you got that kind of response from someone you look up to and support? Someone could have been seriously hurt, and you didn't care because all you wanted was a photo.

Four, Chan decided to take a breather from Bubble because of the huge airport mobbing, as he was clearly upset with how you guys are fucking savages nearly killing them. But no, it doesn't stop there. You guys were pissed he ignored your messages. Why, though? You upset him first, so it's only right that he has a normal response to be pissed and ignore you back. He is not your puppet to beck and call when you need entertaining. He's not a Barbie you can pick up and play dress-up with. He has a life, and he wants to live it. But due to your awful words and bullying, he can't live his life without feeling like he's in the wrong, like he has to tread on eggshells because of your harsh, mean words. Chan has done nothing wrong.

He gets up every day, makes sick beats, creates a full album with those sick beats, then has to go and start choreographing dances that keep up with the trends and still fit with their music vibes. Not only that, the music videos that launch are chef’s kiss. He does all of this day in and day out, and then does a whole tour so we can see those sick beats LIVE (what a man!). He should be praised for his work and craftsmanship, not stalked, hurt, and nearly trampled on or bullied. This man and his whole seven kids need a well-deserved break and a pat on the back for everything they have worked towards and achieved.

We should look up to them, not stalk them, harass them, or bully them. We should follow them in their achievements and congratulate them on their efforts, uplifting them so they know they have a loving, caring fandom that wants to be there for them through every album, every tour, and most of all, just support them as people. They just want to be valued as human beings who love to make people smile through music. How hard is that for you small-minded people to comprehend?

Five, South Korea is CURRENTLY having major wildfires. This has been going on since March 21st, and there have been more than 20 separate fires occurring simultaneously across the country. So, for Chan to ask how the weather is in his HOME COUNTRY, you get pissed? EXCUSE ME?! Quite frankly, you have no right to be so selfish when someone's home country is currently in a crisis, and they are worried for their friends' and family's safety, as well as the safety of their possessions and homes where they live, like normal humans. Considering they are roughly 18,265 km away from their country, don't you think they have the right to worry and ask? No, it's not them being ungrateful towards other STAYS or selfish; it's them being worried, as they are humans, and guess what, bitches? THEY HAVE EMOTIONS LIKE THE REST OF US.

There is so much more I could address but can't find the words to say as it makes me SOOOO MOTHER FUCKING PISSED. But this is what I wanted to say, and if you guys have anything you would like to also say in aid of my rant, please don't be shy. I want to listen to what other STAYS have to say. It makes me so sad, honestly, that some people are so delusional to the point that it's hurtful towards others, and I can't put into words clearly enough how it makes me feel. But thank you for taking the time to read my rant.

XOXO, Chroniclesofskz

A Love That Spans Miles

In the heart of Apgujeong, Y/N sat on her bed, scrolling through her phone as the glow of the screen illuminated her face. It was the six-month anniversary of her relationship with Minho, the charming guy she had met on the dating site. Their connection had started online, sparking a fire that seemed too bright to extinguish. He had swept her off her feet with his wit and charm, eventually inviting her to Korea to be by his side. Nerves tingled in her stomach as she contemplated the move, but deep down, she believed it was the adventure she'd been waiting for.

However, reality rarely matched the fantasy, and as the months rolled by, Y/N found herself feeling increasingly distanced from Minho. He was often busy, distracted by the pace of life in the city, and his affection seemed to fade more with each passing day. Loneliness crept in like an uninvited guest, leaving her craving the attention and love she had envisioned.

One sunny afternoon, as she strolled through the bustling streets of Apgujeong-ro, Y/N decided to treat herself. She wandered into a boutique, picking out a few bits and bobs when something caught her attention across the street. Every atom in her body froze. There, in the mid-afternoon light, stood Minho, his arms wrapped around a beautiful girl, their faces intimately close as they shared a kiss.

The world around her faded into a haze as disbelief washed over her. She blinked back tears as her heart shattered. How could he? When he spotted her, his expression lacked any remorse, as if he had been expecting her.

"How could you do this to me?" Y/N's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper. “I moved 5,380 miles to be with you, and this is how you repay me?”

With a cold smirk, he dismissed her pain with a laugh. "You don’t look like your profile. I don’t date women of your size."

Y/N felt her heart sink, the weight of his words staggering, leaving her feeling small and powerless under his gaze. Just when the weight of betrayal felt unbearable, a passerby appeared, effortlessly stepping in to shield her.

"Are you ready for our shopping trip?" the stranger asked, his deep brown eyes shining with warmth and concern. Y/N hesitated, her heart still in turmoil, but something about his presence felt reassuring.

“I was just about to call you, baby! I’m so excited for our shopping trip!” she replied, relief flooding her at the sight of this unexpected ally, momentarily pushing aside her pain.

“If you don’t mind, we can get going now,” the stranger said, glancing at Minho and his new girlfriend, eager to escape the awkwardness.

Minho, noticing the intrusion, stepped closer, annoyance palpable in his posture. “You will never find another man better than me, looking like that,” he spat, his tone dripping with disdain.

Without hesitation, the stranger stood his ground, positioning himself between Y/N and Minho. “Actually, she already did.” Then, in a sudden move, he whipped off his face mask and leaned in, quickly pressing a kiss to her lips.

Time seemed to freeze as Y/N’s mind went blank. The kiss was bold yet brief, and the warmth of it felt like a lifeline amid her heartbreak with Minho. When the kiss ended, Minho huffed in anger, his face flushed with annoyance. “Who do you think you are?” he spat, grabbing his new girlfriend’s arm. “Let’s go!” He stormed off, leaving Y/N standing there, heart racing.

As she began to regain her senses, she blinked, staring up at the stranger whose face had become so familiar in that fleeting moment. “Wait, you are…”

“Felix Lee,” he said, his shy smile emerging as he scratched his head nervously. “Sorry about that… I just couldn’t stand by and let that guy treat you like that.”

Y/N's eyes lit up with realization. “Oh wow, you’re really him! I didn’t recognize you with the mask on!” She couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement, but she quickly grounded herself. “I’m not usually one to fangirl,” she added, a casual laugh escaping her lips. “I mean, you’re just a human being, right?”

A faint blush crept onto Felix's cheeks at her words, and he chuckled. “Yeah, just a guy trying to live his life. But it’s cool to meet you! Are you a fan?”

“Totally! I’ve seen some of your stuff,” Y/N replied, her demeanor friendly and laid-back. “You guys make some great music. But honestly, thanks for stepping in back there. I really needed it.”

Felix smiled warmly, the shyness still lingering in his posture. “I’m glad I could help Felix smiled warmly, the shyness still lingering in his posture. “I’m glad I could help. It’s not every day I get to rescue someone from a situation like that.”

Y/N laughed lightly, appreciating how down-to-earth he was despite his fame. “You definitely made a chaotic situation way more manageable. I owe you one.”

“So, coffee before shopping?” Felix suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I know a great café that serves the best caramel lattes in the area.”

“Sounds perfect!” Y/N replied, feeling a sense of excitement bubble within her, the earlier heartbreak starting to feel like a distant memory.

As they walked side by side through the vibrant streets of Apgujeong, Y/N found herself relaxing in Felix's company. His easygoing demeanor made it easy to forget what had just happened. They chatted about everything from their favorite places in Korea to their love for food, laughter easily flowing between them.

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?” Felix asked as they approached the café, holding the door open for her with a gentlemanly flair.

“I’m a bit of a foodie,” Y/N admitted, smiling. “I love exploring new restaurants and trying out different cuisines. I also enjoy painting when I have the time. It’s a great way to unwind.”

“That’s awesome! I’ve always admired people who can paint. My art skills definitely need some work,” Felix chuckled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Y/N smiled, picturing him attempting to paint with all the dexterity of a toddler. “I’m sure you could do it if you tried! What about you? Any hobbies besides being an idol?”

Felix leaned back slightly, a relaxed grin on his face. “Honestly, I love gaming and watching movies. You could say I’m a bit of a nerd at heart,” he admitted, his voice playful.

“Nothing wrong with that! I mean, escape rooms and gaming nights can be way more fun than anything fancy,” Y/N said, feeling a comfortable rapport building between them.

After ordering their drinks, they found a cozy table in the corner of the café, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. As they settled in, Y/N noticed how genuinely engaged he was, his laughter contagious as they shared stories and discussed their lives.

When their drinks arrived, Felix took a sip of his caramel latte and his eyes widened in delight. “Wow, this is really good! I think I’ve found my new favorite spot,” he declared, making a mental note while putting his mug down.

“I told you! It’s the perfect blend of sweetness,” Y/N grinned, feeling the joy of the moment wash over her.

As they continued to chat, Y/N found herself not just attracted to Felix for his fame or looks, but because of the kind, funny, and genuine person he was. The burden of having just faced rejection began to lift, replaced by the warmth of friendship blossoming in the heart of Apgujeong.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Y/N said, her curiosity getting the better of her. “What inspired you to start with music? How did you get here?”

Felix leaned back, his expression turning thoughtful. “Honestly? It started as a way to express myself. Growing up, I had a lot of pent-up feelings, and music helped me navigate through them. I never expected it to become a career, but here we are!”

“That’s really inspirational,” Y/N said, admiring his sincerity. “Do you have a favorite song or a line you’re particularly proud of?”

He smiled broadly. “I really love ‘Hellevator’ because it reflects our journey and struggle. The themes are so relatable—it’s all about rising above challenges. We’ve all been there, right?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N nodded, her brow furrowed in thought as she sipped her drink. “It’s like owning your journey, no matter how tough it gets. It definitely strikes a chord.”

Their conversation continued to flow, turning easily from personal stories to light-hearted jokes. Before they knew it, they were wrapped up in each other’s laughter and shared experiences, discovering the comfort of companionship in unexpectedly chaotic circumstances.

As they finished their drinks, Felix glanced at the time. “We should probably get to shopping before everything closes,” he said, his tone laced with excitement. “I’m determined to help you find some great things today—my treat for saving the day.”

“But you don’t have to—” Y/N began, but he waved her off with a playful smirk.

“I insist! Consider it my way of saying thank you for not fangirling too hard when you realized who I was,” Felix teased, nudging her gently with his elbow.

Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Fair enough! Lead the way, Felix!”

With that, they exited the café, stepping back into the vibrant streets of Apgujeong. The hustle and bustle of the city surrounded them, adding a lively backdrop to their budding friendship.

“So, what’s your shopping style?” Felix asked as they walked side by side, a playful bounce in his step. “Are you a ‘grab everything that catches your eye’ kind of person, or do you have a game plan?”

Y/N chuckled, enjoying his enthusiasm. “A bit of both, honestly. I love going in with a plan but end up getting distracted by fun things. Are you a good shopper? Do you have a personal style you stick to?”

Felix shrugged with a grin. “I usually just grab whatever looks comfy. But for today, I promise to help you find some awesome outfits! I have a good eye for clothes.”

“Alright then, lead the way, fashion expert!” Y/N challenged, nudging him playfully, feeling a warmth in her heart that had been missing before.

They wandered through the shops, chatting easily as Felix offered her various styles to try on, his excitement evident each time she emerged from the changing room. “That looks fantastic!” he’d cheer, genuinely pumped each time Y/N found something she loved, making her feel good about herself, too.

After trying on a bright yellow sundress, she twirled in front of Felix as she emerged from the changing room, a huge smile plastered across her face. “What do you think?”

Felix’s jaw dropped in awe. “You look amazing! That color really pops against your skin.” He stepped closer, examining the dress as if it were the finest piece of art. “You have to get that!”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as she laughed, “Thanks! I think it’s a bit too bright for my usual style, though.”

“Nonsense! It suits you perfectly! Plus, summer’s coming, and you need something cheerful in your wardrobe,” he insisted. “Consider it your happy outfit.”

“Okay, you win,” she giggled, twirling again before heading back into the fitting room to change. When she stepped back out, Felix was waiting by the mirror, and he leaned against the wall with a relaxed confidence.

“See? You’re already loving it! Ready to check out?” he asked, eyes sparkling with genuine joy at having lifted her spirits.

“Definitely!” she replied, feeling a rush of excitement she hadn’t felt in a while.

As they made their way to the register, Y/N couldn’t help but feel grateful for Felix. He was making an otherwise difficult day into something memorable. “I mean it, thank you for today,” she said earnestly, “I was really down before you showed up.”

Felix turned to her, a soft smile forming on his lips. “I’m just glad we met. You deserve to feel great, especially after everything that just happened.” He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, she breathed in the warmth of his kindness.

After paying for her new dress, Y/N and Felix continued their shopping spree, exploring different stores and trying on silly hats and accessories, creating spontaneous moments that felt like they were stolen from a movie. Each time a new outfit was flung into the mix, they erupted in laughter, forgetting the world around them.

As they strolled through one of the markets, Y/N spotted a store filled with cute trinkets and handmade crafts. “Oh, let’s check this out!” she exclaimed, leading Felix inside, who followed with enthusiasm.

“This stuff is adorable!” she exclaimed, picking up a small handmade ceramic cat and showing it to him. “I need this in my life!”

Felix laughed, shaking his head. “You're definitely going to be that cat lady, huh?”

“Guilty as charged!” she replied with a smirk, enjoying the banter. “What about you? Do you have any guilty pleasures?”

“Hmm,” he pondered dramatically, tapping his chin. “Probably my secret stash of snacks at home. I mean, what else do you think we do when we’re not on stage?” He winked playfully, making Y/N laugh even harder.

The sunshine began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the street, and they decided to take a break from shopping. They found a nearby park where they could sit and relax for a bit, surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom.

Falling onto a bench, Y/N sighed contentedly. “This has been the best day! I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much.”

Felix smiled softly, “I feel the same way. I didn’t expect to have this much fun today either. You’ve got a great vibe.”

Y/N could feel her heart flutter at the compliment. “Right back at you! You’ve made this day unforgettable.”

As they sat in comfortable silence, Y/N watched a few children run by, their laughter mixing with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It felt like the world had quieted down just for them, allowing this moment of connection to shine through.

“So, what next?” Felix finally asked, leaning back on the bench and glancing over at her with interest. “Any other places on your shopping list, or are we pulling the plug for today?”

Y/N pondered for a moment, her gaze drifting to the stunning cherry blossoms above them. “Honestly? I’m feeling pretty content. I love how relaxed today has been. I think I’d rather spend more time hanging out with you than shopping.”

Felix chuckled, his eyes brightening at her words. “You’re making me very happy right now! Let’s just take a moment to chill before we part ways. It’s nice to know someone who can appreciate the little things, like a park on a sunny day."

“I totally agree,” Y/N replied, her heart feeling buoyant. “Sometimes it’s easy to get lost in the chaos of life, but moments like this remind you to slow down.”

Felix nodded, his expression softening as he looked out at the blooming trees. “You know, I find it kind of refreshing to talk to someone without all the pressure of the idol thing. Just being… normal, you know? It feels good.”

Y/N understood exactly what he meant. “I think that’s why I was so drawn to you today. You just jumped in and did something nice without thinking about how it might look to others.”

“Right?” Felix said, a grin appearing on his face. “It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but I felt like it was the right thing to do.”

They continued to share stories, both light and personal, about their lives, their struggles, and their dreams. The bond between them began to deepen, the initial spark of chemistry morphing into genuine friendship.

After they exchanged their stories for a while, Y/N felt a bit more vulnerable but also liberated, sharing her journey to Korea and her aspirations for the future. “I came here to find new adventures, but it just turned out to be a bit different than I expected,” she explained. “But today has been such a bright spot.”

“I think it takes courage to step out of your comfort zone like that,” Felix said, genuinely impressed. “I admire that about you. It takes guts to chase after what you want.”

Y/N smiled, appreciating his encouragement. “Thank you! And I admire how grounded you are. With all the fame, it must be tough to stay true to yourself.”

Felix nodded, a hint of seriousness crossing his features. “Sometimes it can be. But I guess it’s all about remembering your roots and the people who really matter in your life.”

They fell into another silence, both reflecting on their lives, unsure of how the day had unfolded so perfectly. Y/N found herself wishing it could last longer, and at the same time, she was grateful for every minute they had shared.

After a while, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Y/N felt a pang of bittersweetness; she didn't want this day to end.

“What a perfect way to end a perfect day,” Felix said, breaking the silence as he pointed out at the glowing horizon. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the cherry blossoms look so beautiful.”

“They really are breathtaking,” Y/N agreed. “I’m so glad we decided to check out the park.”

Felix turned to her, his expression sincere. “You know, I’d love to hang out again. We could explore more of the city or go grab some food. I need to see you rock that sundress in different lighting!” His playful tone made her chuckle.

“I’d like that!” she responded, her heart warm with excitement. “Just promise you won’t let me get lost in another shop and take me somewhere fun instead!”

“Deal!” he laughed, and there was a moment of shared warmth that felt electric.

As they got up to leave, Felix casually suggested, “Let’s exchange numbers so we can figure out our next adventure.”

“Absolutely,” Y/N said, pulling out her phone. She typed in her number and handed it over to him, not realizing how eagerly her heart raced at the thought of staying connected.

Felix saved her contact and looked at her with genuine excitement. “Great! I’ll text you, and then we can plan something! I’ll try to keep it as interesting as a game night or a spontaneous food adventure!”

“I’ll hold you to that!” Y/N replied, feeling a blend of joy and anticipation building inside her.

As they walked towards the subway station, Y/N felt lighter, almost like she’d shed the weight of the past few months. Felix laughed at her jokes, made her smile,

and filled the air with a sense of lightheartedness that made her forget about everything that had brought her down earlier that day.

When they reached the subway entrance, Felix turned to her, a soft smile on his face. “I had no idea today was going to turn out like this. You really made it special.”

“I can say the same! It turned out to be one of the best days I've had here,” Y/N replied with genuine gratitude. “It’s funny how a random encounter can change things so quickly.”

They stood in front of the escalators, caught in the moment. Y/N's heart fluttered unexpectedly as she realized how much she enjoyed spending time with him. As they stepped onto the escalator, Felix’s hand instinctively brushed against hers. The contact sent a small rush of electricity through her, and she glanced sideways to meet his gaze.

“Hey, if you ever get a little homesick or need to talk through things, I’m just a text away,” he offered earnestly. “In the meantime, let’s make sure we explore as much of Korea together as we can.”

Y/N smiled, feeling incredibly grateful and excited at the thought of their new friendship. “I’d love that. I can’t wait to show you my favorite places too! It's all about sharing experiences, right?”

“Absolutely,” Felix replied, beaming at her. “And who knows? Maybe we’ll find some hidden gems along the way.”

As they reached the platform, Y/N looked out at the bustling activity and felt a sense of belonging welling up inside her. Just as she was about to ask Felix about the best way to navigate the subway system, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

“Oh, let me check this,” she said, pulling it out to see a text from Minho, causing her heart to drop for a moment. She’d completely forgotten about him in the whirlwind of the day. It read: Hey, can we talk? I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean it like that.

Feeling a mix of emotions, she glanced at Felix, who noticed her shift in demeanor.

“You okay?” he asked, his concern evident.

“Yeah… it’s just an old message from someone I thought I was done with,” she replied, quickly tucking her phone back into her pocket. “Let’s not dwell on it.”

Felix nodded, respecting her need for space. “Let’s focus on what matters now. Today was about you, and it should stay that way!”

Y/N laughed, grateful for his positive energy. “You’re right! What would I do without you reminding me of that?”

As the subway approached, they hopped on board, surrounding themselves with other commuters. They found a spot near the door, and Y/N couldn’t help but steal glances at Felix as they stood close together, the gentle sway of the train bringing them even closer.

“Okay, what’s your go-to karaoke song?” Felix asked, breaking the silence, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Oh man, that’s a tough one! I have so many favorites, but I’d have to say ‘Rolling in the Deep’ by Adele,” Y/N admitted, the excitement growing in her voice. “That song always gets me in my feels!”

Felix chuckled. “A classic for sure! I’m more of a ‘Uptown Funk’ kind of guy myself. It’s hard not to get hyped when that comes on!”

“Yeah, that’s always a fun one! We’ll have to hit up a karaoke room sometime soon!” Y/N suggested, her heart soaring at the thought.

“Definitely! I look forward to it,” Felix replied, his smile bright as the train pulled into the next station.

As they exited the subway, Y/N felt energized by the day’s events. She looked over at Felix, who caught her eye and grinned. “So, first adventure is planned! A karaoke showdown it is!”

“Just be ready to lose gracefully!” Y/N teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

“As if! I’d like to see you try!” Felix shot back, laughter bubbling between them as they made their way toward the exit.

As they stepped out into the crisp evening air, the sun had dipped lower, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the promise of new beginnings.

“I can’t believe how fast this day has gone,” Y/N said, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. “Thank you again for everything—you really turned my day around.”

Felix turned serious for a moment, his gentle gaze capturing hers. “You don’t need to thank me—just being here with you has made my day amazing too. I’m really grateful we met when we did.”

With that sentiment hanging sweetly between them, Y/N felt her heart swell with warmth. “I guess it’s true what they say, sometimes the unexpected moments can create the best memories.”

“Exactly!” Felix agreed, a bright smile illuminating his face. “Here’s to more unexpected moments together.”

As they continued to walk through the streets, the vibrant energy of the city was mirrored in their growing friendship. Y/N felt lighter with each passing minute, realizing that sometimes, connections found in the most surprising circumstances could bring about the kind of joy she had been seeking.

Stopping for a moment, Felix turned to her with a playful grin. “So, should we take a selfie to commemorate this epic day?”

“Definitely!” Y/N laughed, pulling her phone out. They positioned themselves in front of a stunning cherry blossom tree, the flowers swirling around them like confetti.

With the camera clicking, Y/N felt a sense of happiness and hope blooming in her heart. This day had turned from what seemed like a painful experience into a new beginning.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed as they reviewed the photo. “This will be a great memory.”

“Just the first of many,” Felix added, his tone sincere. “I can’t wait to make more amazing memories with you. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

As the sun set, casting golden rays across the skyline, Y/N realized how much she had shifted in only a matter of hours. The loneliness and hurt from earlier felt like a distant shadow, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the promise of something more.

“Let’s promise to keep this going, no matter what,” Y/N said, her heart full of newfound admiration for the person beside her. “I’m ready for the adventure!”

“Absolutely! Friends, go-getters, and karaoke partners for life!” Felix declared, and they both burst into laughter, sealing their pact with a lighthearted spirit.

With a lingering glance, they both recognized that whatever the future held—be it friendship or something even deeper—they were off to a wonderful start.

“Text me tonight, yeah?” Felix said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Sure thing! I’m looking forward to planning our next adventure!” Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

With that, they exchanged playful waves as they parted ways, Y/N feeling lighter and Felix feeling a rush of hope as they took their first steps into whatever would come next.

And just like that, Y/N stepped into her new life in Korea, no longer alone, but accompanied by a newfound friend—and perhaps the beginnings of love—ready to embrace the adventures that awaited her.

The world, with all its possibilities, felt wide open, and she smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning.

THE END

Alone In The Cinema

The crisp evening air whispered sweet nothings to the deserted streets of the small town as Y/N and her boyfriend, Chan, strolled hand in hand towards the solitary beacon of light that was the local cinema. The neon sign flickered, casting a faint glow on the cracked sidewalks as the couple exchanged glances of anticipation. Tonight was supposed to be a typical date night, complete with popcorn and the latest blockbuster. Little did they know that the quiet solitude of the theater would soon become a stage for a much more intimate performance.

Entering the dimly lit lobby, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty space, mingling with the faint scent of stale buttered popcorn. The cashier barely looked up from their phone as they bought their tickets, the boredom in their eyes hinting at a slow night ahead. As they made their way into the theater, the vast emptiness swallowed their laughter, leaving them feeling both slightly eerie and utterly thrilled. They found their perfect spot in the back row, the plush seats cool against their skin as they settled in.

Y/N leaned in, her warm breath tickling Chan's ear as she whispered, "You know, we're totally alone in here." Her voice was playful, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes as she took his hand, placing it gently on her thigh. He glanced around, the realization of their seclusion sending a shiver down his spine. The anticipation of what might happen next was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Chan's eyes widened as he felt her hand slide up his leg, her soft touch igniting a fire within him that he desperately tried to contain. He swallowed hard, his pulse racing as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his neck. "Someone might see," he murmured, his voice strained with lust and a hint of panic. Y/N only smirked, her teeth grazing his skin as she whispered back, "But what if they don't?"

Her hand found its way into his lap, her fingers tracing the outline of his growing arousal. He gasped, his eyes darting to the screen where the opening credits began to roll. The darkness of the theater wrapped around them like a velvet blanket, offering a sense of concealment that was both comforting and electrifying. As the movie played on, their eyes remained locked, the unspoken challenge in hers making his heart pound like a drum.

With a gentle tug, she unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock. The cold air of the theater kissed his sensitive skin, sending a shiver through his body. Y/N's eyes widened in excitement as she took in the sight of his hardened length, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're so big, daddy." He groaned, the pet name sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Ignoring the faint sounds of the film, they lost themselves in each other. Her hand wrapped around him, stroking him with a soft, steady rhythm that made his hips buck involuntarily. His grip on the armrest tightened, his knuckles white with restraint. "Slowly," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with need. "I don't want to come yet." She giggled, the sound a sweet symphony that only heightened his desire.

Y/N leaned down, her soft, wet lips brushing against his cock. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as she took him into her mouth. The sensation was heavenly, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked gently. He could feel her smile around him, her enjoyment of his pleasure only adding to his own. He began to rock his hips slightly, the need to fuck her mouth growing stronger with every passing second.

The theater was their secret playground, the darkness their witness to a passion that could no longer be contained. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her deeper, her moans of pleasure vibrating against his shaft. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his balls, the dampness of her mouth as she took him all in, her cheeks hollowing with every bob. His own moans grew louder, his control slipping as the tension built.

"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with lust as she quickened her pace. He felt his orgasm approaching, a warm, tingling sensation that started in his toes and worked its way up. With one final, deep thrust, he released, his cum shooting down her throat as she swallowed eagerly. He collapsed back into the chair, his chest heaving as she sat up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

The movie continued to flicker on the screen, but their attention remained on each other. He pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as she traced patterns on his chest with her nails. They didn't speak, their heavy breaths and racing hearts telling the story of what had just transpired. The empty theater was their cocoon, a place where they could indulge in their wildest fantasies without fear of judgment or interruption.

Their night at the cinema had taken an unexpected turn, one that neither of them would ever forget. As the film played out its predictable plot, their own narrative grew more complex, filled with passion and the thrill of the forbidden. They watched the rest of the movie in a haze of desire, the occasional brush of skin against skin reminding them of the erotic dance they'd just shared. The outside world was a distant memory, replaced by the intimate embrace of their own little slice of heaven.

Virgin Boss

Y/N was a young woman with a penchant for the unpredictable. Her bright (Y/H/C) hair fell in loose waves down her back, framing a face that was equal parts mischief and innocence. She had a way of lighting up a room with her infectious laugh and the sparkle in her(Y/E/C) eyes. Tonight was no different. The neon lights of the bustling city outside the bar were reflected in her eyes as she threw her head back, letting out a giggle that was a bit too loud for her own ears. Her friends had left hours ago, unable to keep up with her insatiable appetite for fun. But Y/N was just getting started.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, interrupting her latest dance move. She fished it out, squinting at the screen. It was a message from her boss, Mr. Bang. The sight of his name sent a strange thrill through her. He was known for being a cold, demanding CEO, but tonight, she felt invincible. The whiskey in her system had loosened her tongue and her inhibitions. With a devilish grin, she typed out a reply that would normally make her cringe. "You're such a virgin who needs to get laid," she sent, and hit send without a second thought. Her giggle turned into a cackle as she chugged the last of her drink and slammed the glass on the counter.

The next morning, she woke up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tasted like a frat house floor. The memories of the previous night were hazy at best. She stumbled into work, trying to piece together the events of the night before. It was only when she walked into the office that she remembered her text to Mr. Bang. Panic set in, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. She hoped he wouldn't bring it up.

But of course, he did. His office door was open, and she saw him leaning back in his chair, scrolling through his phone. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, a smirk playing on his lips. He beckoned her over, and she felt the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. "Good morning, Y/N. Did you enjoy your… enlightening evening?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. She gulped, her mind racing to come up with an excuse. But before she could say anything, he handed her a glass of water and some painkillers. "You look like you could use these," he said, his eyes scanning her body, taking in the tightness of her skirt and the way her blouse clung to her in all the wrong places.

Her hangover fog lifted slightly as she took the offered pills, her cheeks still on fire. "Thank you, Mr. Bang," she murmured, trying to compose herself. He leaned back, his fingers steepled under his chin. "You know, I've been thinking," he began, his voice dropping to a purr, "about what you said last night." Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "What I need," he continued, "is someone to show me the ropes."

He stood up, and she watched in horror as he stalked towards her, the power dynamics in the room shifting palpably. His hands landed firmly on the chair arms, caging her in, and she could feel the heat of his body mere inches from hers. He leaned down, and she could see the hunger in his eyes as they traveled from her eyes to her lips. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, mingling with the faint scent of his desire. "If I'm such a big virgin," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck, "why don't you do something about it?"

Her heart was racing now, a mix of fear and excitement sending waves of heat through her body. She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at his words. Her eyes darted to his, and she saw the challenge in them. He was calling her bluff, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to play this dangerous game. But something inside her, something primal and wild, urged her to accept it.

He stepped back and locked the door, the click echoing through the now silent room. His movements were deliberate, each step calculated to build the tension. As he approached the window, she watched him, her breathing shallow and rapid. He drew the blinds one by one, shrouding them in darkness. The only light now was the faint sunlight, the city outside, casting little cracks of sun across the floor. When he turned to face her again, she could see the outline of his muscular frame, the contours of his face highlighted by the dim light.

"Mr. Bang," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean—"

"Oh, but I think you did," he cut her off, his smirk deepening. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her jaw, his touch sending electric currents down her spine. "Or are you just playing coy with me?"

Y/N's eyes widened, and she swallowed hard, trying to form words that wouldn't betray the sudden ache between her legs. The way he was looking at her, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world, was intoxicating. His fingers slid down to her neck, and she could feel the pulse racing there. "Mr. Bang," she began again, her voice barely a whisper.

He didn't let her finish. With a feral growl, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Shh, princess," he murmured, his hand tightening around her mouth. "You're going to shut up and take it like a good girl." His words sent a thrill through her, and she felt a gush of wetness between her thighs. Before she could process what was happening, he crouched down and ripped her shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere.

Her breasts were now exposed, the white lace of her bra the only barrier between her and his hungry gaze. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, licking his lips before he tore the bra off in one swift motion. The cool air hit her hardened nipples, making her gasp. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard and leaving a red mark, claiming her as his. The sensation was so intense that she could feel it all the way to her core. The sound of her own moan was muffled by his hand, which was now pressing against her mouth.

Mr. Bang stood up abruptly, his towering presence making her feel even more vulnerable. "Now, stand up," he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. Y/N complied, her legs wobbly from the combination of fear and arousal. He grabbed her arms, his grip firm and unyielding, and pushed her down onto his desk. The cold glass sent a jolt of sensation through her body, making her wetness even more pronounced.

Her heart raced as he unzipped her skirt with a deliberate slowness that made her squirm. She watched the fabric slide down her legs, pooling at her ankles, leaving her in just her white lacy thong. He took in the sight of her barely concealed pussy, his eyes dark with lust. His hand reached out and traced the line of the thong, his fingertips grazing her wetness. The anticipation was unbearable, her breath hitching in her chest. "You think I'm a virgin?" he whispered, his voice thick with challenge. "I'll show you just how much of a virgin I really am."

With a swift motion, he yanked her hands behind her back, looping his necktie around her wrists and binding them together tightly. The restriction sent a jolt of excitement through her body, her breasts pushing up against the desk as she tried to get comfortable. The sound of his belt buckle unclasping and the metallic clink as it hit the floor made her heart skip a beat. He stepped closer, his crotch now mere inches from her face. "Look what you've done to me," he said, his voice strained with need.

In the reflection of the mirror that lay in the corner, she caught a glimpse of his massive erection straining against his tailored trousers. The realization of its size hit her like a punch to the gut. "Mr. Bang," she murmured again, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and desire. He leaned down, his smirk widening as he heard the doubt in her voice. "Don't worry, princess," he whispered. "I'll make sure it fits."

With a swift yank, he pulled her panties aside, and before she could protest, his cock was pressing against her slick entrance. The head of his cock nudged at her, and she gasped at the intrusion, her eyes wide with shock. "Take it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Take it like the good girl you are."

With one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her up completely. The pain was intense, a stark contrast to the pleasure that had been building inside her. She screamed, the sound muffled by his sock as he stuffed it into her mouth, his hand wrapping around her hair to hold her head in place. Her eyes watered, but she bit down on the fabric to keep from making too much noise. Her body was his now, and she knew she had to submit to his every whim.

He slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room as he whispered, "Naughty girl, I told you to shut the fuck up." His grip on her hair tightened, and she felt the sting of his slap, the heat spreading across her skin. The pain was a strange mix of punishment and pleasure, making her cunt clench around him. She never knew she had a kinky side, but here she was, her body responding to Mr. Bang's dominance like it was made for this.

Her legs felt like jelly, trembling with each deep thrust he gave her. The pressure building inside her was unbearable, and she was sure she was going to come any second. His other hand found her clit, and he began to rub it with a fierce intensity that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. The sensation was too much, a symphony of pain and ecstasy that she didn't know she could handle. But she was going to try, for him.

Suddenly, she felt a release, her body convulsing as she squirted all over his cock. The wetness was a stark contrast to the dryness of the room, the sound of her juices hitting the floor echoing through the silence. He pulled out with a grunt, his cock glistening with her arousal. He took a moment to admire the sight of her dripping onto the floor, the puddle growing larger with each passing second. "I'm not finished with you yet, bitch," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Without warning, he slammed back into her, the sensation of his thick member filling her up making her eyes roll back in her head. She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed this, the feeling of being used by her boss, the man she had always feared and desired. His thrusts grew harder, faster, more punishing. She could feel every vein, every ridge of him, as he claimed her in a way no one else ever had. The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten her pleasure.

Her moans grew weaker, muffled by the fabric in her mouth, as she felt his grip tighten on her hair. His grunts grew louder in her ear, his breathing more ragged. She knew he was close, and the thought of his release made her clench around him, eager to feel his hot cum fill her up. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably, and she could feel the desk biting into her skin, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the man fucking her into oblivion.

With one final, powerful thrust, she felt him spasm inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her quivering cunt. The warm, salty liquid filled her, and she moaned in pleasure as she felt the heat of his seed against her walls. He held himself deep within her for a moment, his breathing slowing before he pulled out with a wet sound. The feeling of emptiness was almost painful, but she knew it was only temporary.

Y/N lay there, gasping for air, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Tears streamed down her cheeks, not from pain but from the intensity of the experience. The room was still, the only sounds their heavy breaths and the rustling of their clothes. The sock in her mouth was wet with her saliva, and she felt a mix of relief and disappointment when he pulled it out.

Mr. Bang leaned back, his chest heaving, and she could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he looked at her. "Don't ever test my abilities again," he murmured, his voice still filled with the raw power that had just claimed her. He let go of her hair, and she felt her head fall heavily onto the desk. She didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore, her body feeling like it had been wrung out and then filled with something entirely new.

For a few moments, she just lay there, her body pulsing with the aftermath of what had just transpired. The coldness of the desk against her skin was a stark contrast to the warmth that still lingered between her legs. She could feel the stickiness of their combined juices, and the scent of sex hung heavily in the air. It was a scent that was both alien and thrillingly intimate, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Mr. Bang stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. He bent down, his hands gently but firmly grabbing her hips and turning her over. She gasped at the sudden movement, her legs still unsteady from the intensity of her climax. He knelt down, his hands running over her bare skin as he wiped her clean with a warm cloth. The sensation was almost too much to bear, her pussy feeling overly sensitive. She winced at the slight pain but couldn't deny the way his tender ministrations sent a new wave of desire through her body.

Once he was satisfied, he stood up and zipped her skirt back up, the sound seeming overly loud in the quiet office. He handed her a clean shirt, his smirk never fading. "Wear this," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. She took it, her eyes still glazed over with lust. She hadn't realized just how much she'd enjoyed the encounter until now.

As she pulled on the shirt, Mr. Bang took a moment to appreciate the view of her half-dressed form. The sight of her bare, reddened skin, the way her chest heaved with each breath, was enough to make him want to take her again. But he knew better than to push his luck. For now. He watched her with a hunger in his eyes that she couldn't miss, and she felt a thrill knowing she had that power over him.

When she had herself covered, Mr. Bang stepped closer, his hand wrapping around her waist. He pulled her into him, his grip firm but gentle, and leaned down to kiss her deeply. His tongue sought hers, his teeth grazing her bottom lip in a possessive bite that sent a shiver through her. She moaned into his mouth, unable to resist the pull of his dominance. He tasted of mint and power, a heady combination that made her knees weak.

"Same time next week," he murmured against her lips, the promise in his eyes unmistakable. She nodded, her heart racing as she felt his smirk press into her cheek. This was a game she hadn't expected to play, but now that she had tasted the thrill of it, she was hooked. He released her, his hand lingering for a moment before dropping away.

Y/N stumbled out of Mr. Bang's office, her legs still wobbly from the intense encounter. The cold slap to her ass echoed down the hallway, and she couldn't help but let out a cheeky yelp. The sound of his deep, satisfied chuckle followed her out, sending another wave of heat through her body. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, his silhouette framed by the light from his desk lamp, and she felt a strange sense of pride. He had claimed her, marked her, and she had liked it.

Dirty Desires A Night of Uninhibited Passion

As the TV droned on in the background, Y/N's mind began to wander, her thoughts consumed by the image of Chan. She was alone in the house, and the emptiness seemed to amplify her desire for him. The dance studio was probably keeping him busy, but her body didn't care about his schedule. It yearned for his touch, his caress, and his lovemaking. Her skin felt hot and sensitive, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt as she thought about Chan's skilled hands and mouth.

Her fingers instinctively trailed down to her crotch, and she felt the familiar wetness between her legs. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she slowly inserted two fingers into her soaking cunt. The gentle motion sent shivers down her spine as she let out soft whimpers and moans. "Chan, fuck baby," she whined, her voice barely above a whisper. She could almost feel his cock inside her, stretching her walls and making her scream with pleasure.

The TV was forgotten, and Y/N got up from the couch, her fingers still buried in her pussy. She walked to their shared bedroom, her eyes fixed on the big black vibrating wand on the nightstand. She grabbed it, feeling the familiar weight and shape in her hand. Placing it on her sensitive clit, she began to fuck her pussy using her wet fingers. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but moan louder, her voice echoing off the walls.

As she played with herself, Y/N's mind was filled with dirty thoughts of Chan. She imagined him fucking her from behind, his cock pounding into her ass as she screamed with pleasure. She pictured him licking her pussy, his tongue darting in and out of her cunt as she cummed all over his face. The images were so vivid, so real, that Y/N could almost feel Chan's hot breath on her skin, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place.

But Y/N didn't notice the door creaking open, didn't see Chan standing in the doorway, watching her with a smirk on his face. He was taken aback by the sight of his girlfriend pleasuring herself, her fingers buried in her pussy and the vibrator buzzing against her clit. His eyes locked onto the scene, and his cock hardened at the sight. He slowly walked towards her, his movements deliberate and sensual, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face.

Y/N was too far gone to notice him, her moans growing louder as she called out Chan's name. It wasn't until he reached out and turned off the vibrator that she looked up, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "You naughty girl, baby," Chan said, his voice low and husky. "Couldn't wait for daddy to come home?" He dropped his pants, the belt clinking to the floor, and his shirt followed soon after. His sweaty, sexy body towered over Y/N, making her feel small and vulnerable.

Chan pumped his cock long and hard before thrusting it deep into Y/N. She felt his hot flesh stretching her walls, making her scream with pleasure. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his cock slamming into her cervix and making her see stars. Y/N's moans grew louder, and Chan grabbed the black vibrator, placing it directly on her clit. He turned it to full power, and Y/N's back arched as she screamed in pure bliss.

The vibrations were too strong, and Y/N felt herself squirting over Chan's cock as he cummed, filling her up with his warm, salty liquid. He pulled out, his cock springing free, and leaned down to kiss her red, wet pussy. His tongue darted in and out of her cunt, tasting her sweet cum. As he kissed her pussy, Y/N felt a rush of pleasure and embarrassment. She knew that she was being naughty, but she couldn't help herself.

And then, Chan leaned up and kissed her lips, making her taste her own pussy cum. Y/N's eyes widened as she felt his tongue dancing with hers, the salty flavor of her own juices filling her mouth. She moaned into his kiss, her body shivering with pleasure. Chan's kiss was passionate and dirty, and Y/N felt like she was melting into his arms.

As they broke apart for air, Chan smiled at her, his eyes gleaming with desire. "You taste so sweet, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with lust. Y/N felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she couldn't help smiling back at him. She knew that she was his, and he was hers, and that their love was dirty and beautiful and perfect.

The rest of the night was a blur of sex and pleasure, Chan's cock pounding into Y/N's pussy as they fucked and sucked and licked each other. They were lost in their own world of desire, their love and lust for each other consuming them completely. And as they finally fell asleep, exhausted and sated, Y/N knew that she would never forget this night, this dirty, filthy sex that had left her feeling so satisfied and so dirty.

Needy baby

Chan sat in his dimly lit room, the neon glow of his gaming setup casting a soft blue hue across his face. The sounds of explosions and gunfire from the Call of Duty battlefield filled the air, punctuated by the occasional victory shout from his friends, the other members of Stray Kids. They were deep into their usual nightly session, the digital warfare a welcome escape from the mundane.

Leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the screen, he heard a faint sound from the hallway. Y/N, his girlfriend, padded in on silent feet. She'd been feeling lonely, craving his attention for hours. He'd promised her earlier that he'd only be a minute, but the match had gone on longer than he'd thought.

Ignoring the intermission, he hummed in response to her unheard question. It was a lie, a reflex, because he was in the middle of a heated firefight. He didn't turn to look at her, his thumbs dancing over the controller, guiding his avatar through the virtual chaos.

But Y/N had had enough of being second to a video game. She took a deep breath and strutted back out, returning with a determination that made her heart race. This time, she wouldn't be so easily dismissed.

Her sultry movements caught his eye, and he couldn't help but watch as she approached, her naked body on full display. She leaned down, her soft hair brushing his cheek, and whispered, "I've missed you." Her breath was sweet, a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

The warmth of her skin against his sent a shiver down his spine, and he swallowed hard. Her fingers traced his jaw, sending a jolt of desire through him, and he felt himself losing focus on the game. The boys noticed his distraction, their shouts growing more frustrated as he stumbled in his responses.

With a smirk, Y/N dropped to her knees and began to caress his thighs, her touch feather-light yet firm. His breath hitched as she slid her hand up his leg and into his joggers, gripping his thick, hard cock. He bit his lip to keep his moan contained, but it was no use. His eyes rolled back, and his body tensed as she began to toy with him, the sensation of her hand around him almost too much to bear.

The boys' yells grew louder, their complaints turning to shocked disgust as they realized the source of his distraction. "What the fuck, Chan!" Hyunjin shouted over the mic, his voice echoing through the headset. But Chan was lost in the moment, his girlfriend's touch overpowering the digital warfare.

Her mouth closed around the tip of his cock, and he couldn't hold back the sound that escaped his lips. The room around him spun, the game forgotten. Her eyes met his, a mischievous glint in them as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

The boys' voices grew clearer through the headset, their teasing comments about his "special tactics" and "new game strategy" cutting through the background noise. He knew they could hear her wet, eager sucks, the sloppy sounds of her mouth working him over. It was embarrassing, but also thrilling in a way he couldn't ignore.

Y/N took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she bobbed her head rhythmically. He gripped the chair, trying to keep still as she hit all the right spots, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he felt his orgasm building.

"You're going to make us lose again, man," Minho said, his voice thick with amusement. The others joined in, their laughter a strange soundtrack to the intimate moment. Chan's face burned, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. He looked down at her, her eyes locked on his, and he could see the smug satisfaction in them. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she reveled in his reaction.

Her hand tightened around his base, and she began to stroke him in time with her sucks. The tension grew unbearable, and with a strangled groan, he came in her mouth, his body jerking as she swallowed every drop. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the distant sound of the game still playing on the TV.

The boys' voices on the other end of the headset grew louder again, their disbelief and mockery clear. "Dude, what the actual fuck?" Jeongin exclaimed, while others could be heard muttering in shock and disgust.

Y/N stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She grabbed his jaw, whispering loud enough for them all to hear, "Don't ever ignore me like that again." Her eyes gleamed with triumph as she turned and sashayed out of the room, leaving him flustered and exposed.

Chan's heart raced as he realized his microphone had been on the entire time. He'd been so lost in the moment that he'd forgotten about his friends, about the game, about anything other than the feeling of her mouth on him. He fumbled for the mute button, his cheeks burning as he tried to explain, but the damage was done.

Their laughter and jeers filled the room, each one a sting to his pride. "You're such a dog, Chan," Changbin teased, his voice tinged with envy. "Couldn't even wait to finish the round?" The others chimed in, their words a blur of mockery and shock.

For a moment, Chan considered storming out, ending the game, and hiding in his room in humiliation. But as he sat there, his cock still pulsing, he felt a strange sense of power. He'd been caught in the act, but Y/N had claimed him so publicly, so boldly. It was as if she'd marked her territory, and the thought sent a thrill through him.

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face despite the embarrassment. "You guys are just jealous," he quipped, trying to recover some of his lost dignity.

The teasing continued, but he took it in stride, knowing that his relationship with Y/N was strong enough to handle a little public display of affection. Plus, the thought of her waiting for him, naked and eager, was all the motivation he needed to ignore the taunts and focus on the game.

The night went on, the trash talk and laughter never fully dying down, but the tension in the room shifted. The other members of Stray Kids had been reminded that, despite their fame and friendship, they all had personal lives that didn't always revolve around the group. And as the final match of the night wound down, Chan found himself looking forward to the moment when he could excuse himself and go to her, ready for round two.

31 days apart

"I can't believe you forgot the milk again!" Y/N yelled at the empty fridge, her voice echoing through the quiet apartment. It was one of those days where everything felt off, like the universe was conspiring to annoy her. She slammed the fridge door shut and tossed the empty cereal box into the trash, resigning herself to a sad breakfast of black coffee and dry toast.

Her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, and she checked the screen, hopeful for a text from Chan. But it was just another work email. She missed him more than she cared to admit. Their relationship had been a rollercoaster of passion and companionship, but this was the first time he'd been away for so long. Thirty-one days, to be exact. Thirty-one days since she'd felt the warmth of his body next to hers, the gentle touch of his hand, or the way he'd make her toes curl with his magical mouth.

"Maybe I should get a dog," she mused aloud. "At least it'd be around to keep me company."

As the day dragged on, Y/N found herself counting down the hours until she could call Chan. They had a standing "good night" call, but tonight she needed more. The ache in her chest was palpable, and she couldn't ignore the wetness pooling between her legs. She decided to break protocol and dial his number a few hours early.

The phone rang once, twice, and she was about to hang up when she heard a sleepy, "Hello?"

"Baba, did I wake you?" she asked, her voice thick with need.

There was a pause, and then a groan. "No, baby, I was just… lost in thought."

Y/N felt a thrill run through her body at the sound of his voice. "What were you thinking about?"

He took a deep breath, and she could almost feel him smiling through the phone. "You know what, Y/N. Your sweet little voice is all I need."

The conversation grew more intimate as they talked, the distance between them shrinking with every shared secret and whispered confession. Y/N's hand slid under her shirt, her nipples pebbling at the thought of his rough hands on her skin.

"I miss feeling you inside me," she murmured, the heat growing in her core.

There was a rustling of fabric, and then a click. "Keep talking, baby," he breathed, and she knew he was touching himself, thinking about her too.

Y/N leaned back against the kitchen counter, her hand moving down to her jeans. She unzipped them and slid her fingers under the fabric, stroking the slickness that had gathered there. "I miss the way your fans scream for you," she teased, her voice dropping to a whisper. "They all want a piece of you, but only I get to hear you sing to me, only I get to feel you deep inside."

"Mm," he groaned. "You know I'd rather be back home, fucking you in every way possible than being on this stage."

"I know," she assured him, her eyes closing as she pictured him up there, under the hot lights, singing his heart out. But she also knew that his career was his life, his passion. He was the lead singer of a wildly popular K-pop group, and this tour was his dream come true. She'd always been supportive of his ambitions, even if it meant being apart.

"Tell me more," he urged, his voice growing more strained. "What do you miss about me?"

The words spilled out of her, a mix of love and lust. "I miss your smile when you wake up in the morning, the way you smell after a show, like sweat and cologne and something uniquely you. I miss the way your cock feels, thick and hard, filling me up."

The line grew quiet for a moment, and she could hear his ragged breathing. Then, his voice was in her ear, low and urgent. "Tell me, Y/N, tell me how much you want it."

"So much," she whimpered, her hand moving faster. "I need you so badly."

He groaned, and she knew he was getting closer. "Keep going, baby," he encouraged, his voice tight with restraint. "I'm right there with you."

And just like that, they were connected again, despite the thousands of miles that separated them. The sound of his voice, the thought of his body, was enough to push her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her, making her tremble and cry out his name.

"I'm coming," he grunted, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "I love you, Y/N."

They both panted into the phone, the intimate moment hanging in the air like a secret shared in a crowded room. After a few moments, she giggled, feeling a little silly for being so dramatic. "I love you too, Baba. Now go get some sleep. You've got another big show tomorrow."

"I will," he promised, his voice already dropping into a sleepy drawl. "But first, tell me again how much you miss me."

"I miss you so much it hurts," she confessed.

He sighed, content. "That's all I need to hear. Good night, baby. I'll see you in your dreams."

Y/N hung up the phone, a smile playing on her lips. Despite the distance, she felt closer to him than ever. And she knew, deep down, that their love could weather any storm. Even if it meant going thirty-one days without milk.

Under the Rain, We Shine

Content Warning:

This story contains themes related to suicidal thoughts and feelings of despair, which may be triggering for some readers. If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health issues, please reach out for help. It’s important to talk to someone who can provide support, such as a mental health professional, a trusted friend, or a helpline. Remember, you are not alone, and there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow.

In the heart of Seoul, Bang Chan sat alone in the dim light of the JYP studio, surrounded by the soft glow of monitors flickering with unfinished beats and scattered sheets of lyrics strewn across the table like fallen leaves. Despite the outward façade of productivity, his mind was a storm of uncertainty. The sound of clattering keyboards mixed with the distant hum of chatter from his fellow members felt like a far-off echo, a reminder of laughter and joy that now seemed unattainable. As the new album loomed closer, so did the weight of expectations, each one pressing down on him like an oppressive blanket. Amidst it all, Chan felt as if he was drowning, submerged in an ocean of pressure and loneliness that left him gasping for breath.

As the days melted into nights, his texts grew more sporadic and unusual, unsettling Y/N to her core. The once vibrant conversations that had filled their days with humor and light had transformed into cold and curt exchanges that hinted at a deeper sorrow. Thoughts of her best friend’s well-being plagued her mind, especially when she received a message from Chan one fateful evening—a simple, chilling line: "I’m tired." Panic jolted through her like electric shock; those two words encapsulated the weight of something much heavier, a cry for help that she could not ignore. The feeling of impending dread settled in her chest like a heavy stone, urging her into action before it was too late.

That rainy night, the skies opened, unleashing torrents of water that mirrored the turmoil within her heart as Y/N raced toward the JYP building. Each step felt like a battle against the elements; the icy rain poured down in sheets, the cold seeping into her bones until she was utterly soaked. The raindrops pattered against her skin, mingling with the tears that threatened to spill over. Nothing mattered more than ensuring that Chan was safe and sound. Upon entering the building, her anxiety skyrocketed when she learned from Changbin that Chan was still in the studio, likely battling his thoughts alone. She could feel her heart racing as she turned on her heel and dashed toward the elevator, her mind racing with fears of finding him in a dark place.

As the elevator doors slid shut, Y/N couldn’t shake the chilling vision of Chan standing atop the roof, his silhouette stark against the pitch-black sky, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning. Panic surged through her when she imagined him at the edge, lost in his despair, and she could feel her heart pounding furiously in her chest. Without wasting another moment, she fumbled with her phone, dialing Chan’s number in quick succession, praying that her voice would somehow reach him before it was too late. “Pick up, please,” she whispered, desperation lacing each syllable as her breath quickened. The elevator climbed slowly, each passing floor amplifying her dread, every second feeling heavier as she urged him silently to answer.

When the elevator finally reached the rooftop, her heart raced, pounding in her ears like a drumbeat of urgency. The moment the doors opened, she sprinted out into the storm, momentarily blinded by the powerful gusts of rain that whipped against her face. The world around her seemed to vanish as she locked her gaze onto him—the figure she loved, standing far too close to the ledge. "Chan!" she shouted, her voice breaking with fear and urgency, cutting through the cacophony of the storm. His form was still, and she could see the internal struggle reflected in his eyes, the turmoil that had brought him to this moment weighing heavily on him. “Please don’t do this! I’m right here! Just take a step back!”

“Y/N, I can’t do this anymore,” he called back, his voice raw and heavy with pain that rippled through her, sending shivers down her spine. “I feel so isolated. I can’t be the leader they want me to be. This is the only way out…” His words struck her heart like a physical blow, resonating with a truth she couldn’t bear to acknowledge. She felt the world tilt beneath her as the harsh reality of his despair washed over her, and she knew she had to fight against the tide of hopelessness that threatened to pull him under.

“No!” she cried with everything she had, a surge of determination propelling her forward as she rushed toward him, the rain drenching her hair and clothes. Dropping to her knees in the rain, the cold gravel scraping against her skin, she wept openly as her tears mingled with the downpour. “Please, think about what you’re saying! You can't leave us. You can’t leave me! You mean so much to everyone!” The urgency in her voice was laced with desperation, each word like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters. It was as if she were fighting to pull him back from a chasm that threatened to swallow him whole; she felt the weight of their friendship solid as each moment passed, with the vulnerability of their bond hanging in the air like the storm clouds above.

Y/N poured all her emotions into her plea, fighting against the unrelenting storm swirling around them, and the noise of raindrops falling all around them felt like a backdrop to her cry for salvation. “I can’t live without you, Chan! I don’t want to be on this Earth without you by my side. I love you, Bang Chan!” Each word was a tangible thread, hoping to weave back together the pieces of his shattered spirit. Her vulnerability spilled out, surrounding them in a cocoon of raw emotion and unwavering truth. As she stood up again, driven by both love and fear, she took another step closer to him, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.

His face trembled as the flicker of doubt and confusion broke through the veil of darkness that enveloped him. “Y/N, I…” he stuttered, his voice a mixture of longing and despair. For a moment, it felt as if the storm had paused, trapping them in a moment where time stood still, hanging by a thread of hope that Y/N so desperately clung to.

“Please, don’t do this,” she implored, reaching out with trembling hands to grab his arm, pulling him gently yet firmly away from the ledge. The closeness of their bodies allowed the warmth of her spirit to reach him, igniting a flicker of something he had thought was lost—hope. Y/N cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze, which held an unwavering intensity. Invoking every ounce of courage and love inside her, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, a kiss filled with longing and need, a plea for him to stay anchored to her and to the world.

As their lips connected, warmth flooded through him, a stark contrast to the cold rain that drizzled down the back of his neck. For a fleeting moment, all of Chan's thoughts faded—the burdens, the loneliness, the pressure—replaced by the simple truth of Y/N's love. It was a sensation that filled the empty void within him, a reminder of the light that still existed beyond his despair. He kissed her back, pouring all the pent-up emotions into that single connection—a mixture of gratitude, longing, and realization that he didn’t want to let go.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered in the spaces between kisses, the rain cascading around them like a protective shroud, washing away the heaviness of his heart. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I feel so lost… so alone.”

“No more apologies, Chan,” Y/N said softly, her heart aching for him but also swelling with hope. “You’re not alone anymore. I’m here. I will always be here.” Desperate to reassure him, she leaned her forehead against his, allowing the warmth of their connection to draw them even closer. “We’ll face this together. You don’t have to carry the weight of the world by yourself.”

In that moment, surrounded by the storm, the walls that had isolated Chan began to crack. He felt the layers of despair peeling away like the clouds slowly parting to reveal the sun. “I don’t know if I can do it,” he confessed, his voice trembling with vulnerability.

“But you can,” Y/N insisted, her voice steady and full of conviction. “You have so many people who love you—me, the boys—please don’t give up on us. Just take one step at a time. We can find a way through this together.” The sincerity in her voice began to break through his defenses, the sense of hopelessness yielding to a flicker of light.

As the rain continued to fall, he took a shaky breath, searching her eyes for reassurance. “I… I love you too,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with profound sincerity. The love he felt for her, once buried beneath layers of doubt, began to rise to the surface, igniting a spark of hope.

With renewed strength, Y/N reached out and gently tugged on his arm, pulling him back far enough from the ledge so that he could see the vast expanse before them—not just the storm, but the city they called home, alive and vibrant, filled with possibilities if only they dared to take the leap together. “Let’s go inside,” she said, her voice filled with warmth and determination. “We can talk and figure this out. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore. I want to be by your side.”

As they stepped back from the edge, the storm began to lift, revealing the promise of a new dawn ahead. In that instant, they believed that together, they could confront whatever challenges lay ahead. The need for a fresh start filled the air as they descended the stairs side by side, each step echoing with the understanding that their relationship had transformed into something more profound and unbreakable. Chan could feel the weight of despair lifting from his shoulders with every step they took; Y/N’s presence was a beacon guiding him toward hope and healing. She glanced at him occasionally, her eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and encouragement, reminding him that he wasn’t alone in this fight.

As they descended, Chan reflected on the conversation they’d just had atop the rooftop. The potent mix of fear, love, and raw honesty had shattered his dark thoughts, making room for a glimmer of realization—the importance of authentic connections and the strength that lay in vulnerability. He had spent so long believing that he had to bear the weight of leadership proudly, rarely allowing himself to express the turmoil that brewed beneath the surface. Now, with Y/N by his side, he recognized that sharing those burdens could lighten the load, both for himself and for those around him.

When they reached the entrance of the JYP building, the storm outside had lessened to a gentle drizzle, like a lullaby for weary hearts. Y/N led the way inside, guiding him toward a cozy lounge area filled with plush sofas and warm lighting. The atmosphere was starkly different from the chaos they had just left; it was comforting and safe. “Let’s dry off first,” she said, pulling a spare hoodie from the back of a nearby chair and handing it to him. “You’ll catch a cold if you don’t.”

“Thanks,” he replied softly, slipping the hoodie over his drenched shirt. As he did, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Y/N’s unwavering support. It felt like a warm embrace, one that promised he would never have to face his demons alone again. As he sat down on the couch, glancing toward her, he noticed the concern etched on her features still lingered, an unyielding reminder of the depth of what they were facing.

“Can I get you something warm?” she asked, her voice gentle as she knelt beside him, taking his cold hands in hers to warm them. Her touch sparked a sense of comfort, grounding him in the moment, and he felt grateful for her presence.

“Maybe some hot chocolate?” he suggested, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. The simple thought of something cozy and sweet felt like sunshine breaking through the lingering clouds in his heart.

Y/N brightened at his request. “Great choice! I’ll be right back,” she said, jumping up from the couch, and for a moment, Chan felt a weight lift upon seeing her enthusiasm. He watched as she moved toward the small kitchenette, her hair slightly damp and her cheeks flushed from the cold, and a wave of affection washed over him.

As she busied herself with making the hot chocolate, Chan reflected on the conversation they had shared moments earlier—how close he had come to losing everything he cherished. The warmth in his chest began to spread, suffusing him with a different kind of energy. He began to realize that this struggle was part of being human, and the vulnerability he had feared could become a source of strength if shared with the right person.

Y/N returned shortly, two steaming mugs clutched tightly in her hands, and she handed one to him with a bright smile. “Here you go! Extra marshmallows, just how you like it.”

“Thanks, Y/N. You really know me,” he replied, taking the mug and savoring the warm scent of chocolate and vanilla that wafted towards him, bringing with it the sweetness of their friendship and something deeper blooming between them.

As they sat together on the couch, sipping their hot chocolates, an easy silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the faint sound of rain pattering against the window. Taking a deep breath, Chan looked over at Y/N, who was watching him with understanding and concern in her eyes.

“Y/N?” he said, breaking the silence, his voice softer than before. “I want to thank you… for everything. You saved my life tonight.” The sincerity in his tone was palpable, and he could see the warmth in her gaze deepen.

“I just couldn’t stand the thought of losing you,” she replied, biting her lip, her gaze unwavering and resolute. “You mean so much to me, and to everyone else. You’re not just a leader, Chan. You’re our friend, our family, and we all love you.”

As her words washed over him, Chan felt both humbled and overwhelmed. He realized that he had been so focused on his expectations and the pressure he placed on himself that he had lost sight of the true connections he had built with those around him. “I’ve been so caught up in my own head, trying to be perfect for everyone… I forgot that it’s okay not to be okay,” he confessed, vulnerability breaking the dam of his emotions. “I forgot I could lean on others for support.”

“Exactly,” Y/N nodded, her expression softening as she met his gaze. “We’re all here for each other. You don’t have to bear everything alone, and I want you to know that I will be by your side, no matter what.” The warmth in her voice wrapped around him like a safety blanket, and Chan couldn’t help but breathe in deeply, feeling a shift take place within his heart.

As the comforting silence enveloped them once more, Chan’s mind began to race with thoughts that had been simmering below the surface. Over the years, their bond had deepened beyond mere friendship; it had blossomed into something beautifully complex and layered. He had always cherished Y/N’s companionship, her laughter brightening even his darkest days, but now, as they shared this intimate moment, he could feel a surge of longing welling up within him, an unquenchable desire to explore the depths of their relationship further.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability, “there’s something I’ve been thinking about, something I haven’t been able to shake off.” He shifted slightly on the couch, turning to face her more directly. Her eyes widened with curiosity, and he felt a flutter of nervousness in his stomach. “I don’t just want to be your friend. I want… I want more than that.”

The admission hung in the air, and he could see the wheels turning in her mind. Y/N’s expression was one of surprise, but there was something else there too—hope? Excitement? Chan held his breath, waiting for her response.

“You mean…” she started, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, “you want to be more than just friends? Like, romantically?” The incredulity in her voice was laced with disbelief and delight, a shy smile beginning to spread across her face like the dawn breaking through a long night.

“Yes,” he said earnestly, emboldened by her reaction. “I’ve felt this way for a long time, but I didn’t know how to express it. All this time, I’ve been afraid of complicating what we have, but I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve always been there for me, and I realize that my feelings for you go deeper than friendship.” He paused, gathering his thoughts, “Especially after that kiss we shared on the rooftop. It made me feel things I had pushed aside for far too long.”

“Chan…” she whispered, a rush of warmth flooding his heart as she grasped the implications of his words. “I’ve felt the same way, but I was scared to say anything. I thought it might change things between us.” Her voice softened, filled with tender emotion, yet there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Change can be frightening,” he agreed, his heart racing at the possibility of a deeper connection. “But that kiss… it made me realize just how much I truly care about you. It gave me the confidence to confess my feelings. Feeling your warmth, the connection we shared in that moment, it ignited something within me. I want to take this step with you, to explore this together.” He leaned slightly closer, the electric connection between them intensifying, filled with an urgency he could no longer deny. “You mean so much to me, and I think we could be amazing… as a couple.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with joy as she absorbed his words, a smile spreading across her face that radiated pure happiness. “I would love that, Chan. I’ve dreamt about this moment.” She bit her lip, her excitement palpable, and Chan felt the weight of his previous fears dissolve in the warmth of their shared feelings. “You’re more than just my friend; you’re someone I truly care about. I want to be with you.”

With her agreement hanging in the air, a new wave of hope flooded through Chan. The warmth of their connection enveloped them like a comforting embrace, and he instinctively reached for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. Their surrounding environment faded away, leaving only the two of them and the undeniable spark igniting between them.

“Then let’s do this,” he said softly, gazing into her eyes, feeling a surge of affection as he leaned in closer, the distance between them dwindling. “Together, we can face everything that comes our way.” His voice was low, filled with sincerity, as he leaned in.

“Together,” Y/N echoed, her voice barely above a whisper as their foreheads touched, creating an intimate atmosphere locked away from the troubles of the outside world. Moments later, with the heavy burdens that had once separated them now lifting, he pressed his lips to hers, this time with intention, the kiss filled with a softness and warmth that spoke volumes of their shared affection.

As the kiss deepened, there was an unspoken understanding that they were stepping into a new chapter, one filled with possibilities and hope, each heartbeat merging into a melody of love that would guide them through life. The world outside faded into background noise as the warmth of their connection enveloped them, allowing them to forget everything but each other and the moment they were creating.

When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingled in the haze of exhilaration. Chan couldn’t help but smile, feeling a part of him heal that he hadn’t even known needed mending. His heart soared at the thought of navigating life together with Y/N by his side. “Let’s go on this journey together, alright?” he asked, his voice laced with sincerity and excitement.

“Always,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. The promise in her voice sent a rush of warmth through him, and he could see in her eyes that she meant every word.

In that moment, the uncertainties of the past seemed to evaporate, replaced by a vibrant future bursting with potential. Chan squeezed her hand gently, feeling a rush of gratitude for the serendipity that had brought them to this point—the rooftop, the rain, the kiss that ignited their confessions. They both leaned back into the couch, savoring the familiarity that had always been theirs but now felt wonderfully different.

“Do you remember our first day as friends?” Y/N asked, a mischievous glint appearing in her eye.

Chan chuckled, the laughter bubbling up from deep within. “How could I forget? You completely tripped over your own feet while trying to impress me with your dance moves.”

“Hey! I was trying!” she protested playfully, tossing a throw pillow at him. “I’m a much better dancer now!”

Chan shook his head, still grinning. “That’s true, but those moments made our friendship special. Everyone has their clumsy beginnings.”

Y/N met his gaze, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Now, we get to build something new together. It’s like we’re starting all over again, but this time, it’s even better because it’s real.”

“Real,” he echoed, the weight of her words settling comfortably in the air between them. “And ours. Uniquely ours.”

As they sat side by side, fingers laced together, Chan felt a wave of excitement about what lay ahead. There would be challenges to face—both individually and as a couple—but now he felt prepared to tackle anything as long as they were together.

“Promise me one thing,” Y/N said, her expression turning serious. “Promise me we’ll talk and be open about everything.”

“I promise,” he said without hesitation. “Openness will be our strength. No more hiding, no more fears.” He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles. “You mean everything to me, and I want this to last.”

“Me too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, brimming with sincerity.

As the rain began to lighten, the droplets tapping gently against the window became a soothing symphony that matched the rhythm of their hearts. Together, they shared stories and laughter, discovering new layers of each other as they settled into this new dynamic. The world felt lighter, filled with hope and promise for their bright future.

With every passing moment, the connection between them deepened, revealing the beauty of love in all its complexities. They were no longer just Bang Chan and Y/N—the best friends; they were something new and wonderful, a couple ready to face life’s challenges, celebrate its joys, and create memories together.

As the last strains of sunset washed over the horizon, Chan looked at Y/N, feeling a surge of love swell within him. “No matter what, I won’t let you go. You’re my home.”

Y/N smiled brightly, the corners of her eyes crinkling with warmth. “And you’re mine. Together, we can take on anything.”

In each other’s presence, they found the courage to chase their dreams, embrace the uncertainties, and write their own story—one filled with laughter, love, and unwavering support. The rain had transformed into a gentle drizzle, washing away the remnants of their fears, and as they sat together, hand in hand, they knew the future was in the making—a future they would face together, no longer alone, but as partners bound by love.

And with that, a new chapter of their lives began, imprinted with the promise of forever.

Through the Shadows

Felix had always been a radiant light in your life, his laughter echoing through your shared home, chasing away the darkness that sometimes loomed overhead. He had a way of brightening even the gloomiest days, with his mischievous smile and soothing voice that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. With him, every moment felt like a gift, one you cherished deeply, filled with love and understanding. Yet, beneath the surface, a storm was brewing, and you felt trapped in your swirling thoughts. You had kept a secret from him, one that gnawed at your insides with a relentless hunger, leaving you feeling isolated and alone. The paparazzi had been relentless in their pursuit, their cameras flashing at inopportune moments, capturing snippets of your life and twisting them into damaging narratives. The online threats and cruel comments were like poison, seeped beneath your skin, suffocating your spirit. Each negative remark was a weight on your heart, one you feared would burden Felix if you dared to share the truth with him.

One evening, after a grueling practice session that left him both exhilarated and exhausted, Felix returned home, his energy still buzzing from the joy of dancing with his bandmates. He relished those moments—the closeness, the rhythm, the music—but something felt off as he entered your shared haven. The usual warmth of your interactions felt strained, the laughter absent, replaced instead by an uncomfortable silence. As he settled into the cozy familiarity of home, he noticed the bedroom door slightly ajar. A flicker of concern ignited within him, compelling him to check on you. The soft sound of muted sobs drifted through the air, wrapping around him like a shroud of worry. His heart raced as he eased into the room, only to find you curled up in bed, a quilt pulled tightly around you, your phone dimly glowing on the floor like a beacon of distress.

He picked it up, dread pooling in his stomach as he read the headline illuminated on the screen: "Has Felix Got His Girlfriend Pregnant, or Is She Gaining Weight?" Each word felt like a punch, the hurtful insinuation cutting deep, and his composure began to unravel as he scrolled through the comments that followed. The cruel words clawed at your heart, taunting your appearance with merciless humor about your love for sweets and treats. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, crashing against him with overwhelming force. Suddenly, everything made sense: your reluctance to leave the house, your quietness during intimate moments, and the way you had seemingly withdrawn from the joyful activities you once embraced. Anger and sadness swirled in his chest, a storm of emotion that threatened to overflow, and he felt helpless. Tears streamed down his face as he processed the pain you were enduring in silence. He quickly wiped them away and moved to sit beside you on the bed, hoping to reach you before the weight of it all crushed you further. The mattress dipped under his weight as you turned to face him, your bloodshot eyes meeting his. It broke him; the sight of you so fragile under the weight of scrutiny shattered his heart in ways he never anticipated.

“Princess, are you okay?” he cooed gently, his voice thick with concern as he stroked your hair, fingers tangling into the soft strands as if seeking solace in your presence. “You can talk to me. It’s okay, baby.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest in a desperate attempt to shield you from the turmoil that plagued your thoughts. In that moment, all he wanted was to erase your pain, to take away the hurt that seemed to consume you. Looking up at him, you felt a wave of sorrow crash over you, and the dam holding back your tears broke. You wailed into his chest, your breath hitching as anxiety tightened its grip around your throat. It felt like the world was closing in, the very air becoming too thick and suffocating. Felix felt the panic rising in you, recognized the frantic beating of your heart as it echoed against his own. The room began to feel smaller, and before you could grasp onto his reassuring presence, everything spun out of control, leaving you lost in darkness.

When you came to, a cold compress was resting gently against your forehead, bringing a wave of relief that collided with the confusion in your mind. Felix sat close beside you, his hand enveloping yours with a warmth that felt both grounding and soothing. “Baby, are you okay?” he asked again, his voice laced with tenderness and concern, eyes searching yours for any sign of life and comfort.

You stirred, blinking against the confusion as you registered the worry etched across his features. “I’m okay, Felix. Really,” you murmured, sitting up slowly, feeling the softness of the blankets fall away from your shoulders. Yet, in this moment, his gaze was intense, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on you both.

“Why didn’t you tell me what they were saying?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion, each word a gentle plea. The pain in his eyes mirrored the hurt you had been trying to shield him from, and the burden of your silence felt heavier than ever.

“I didn’t want to upset you or worry you,” you admitted, your voice trembling as fresh tears threatened to spill over. The truth felt like a jagged rock lodged in your throat. How could you explain the suffocating anxiety that had wrapped around you like a vice? The thought of Felix worrying about you, burdened by circumstances beyond his control, felt unbearable.

He let out a heavy sigh, not of frustration, but of deep concern. “Baby, you need to know that none of those things are true. I love every inch of you, in every way possible. You are beautiful just as you are—weight gain or not, that does not change how I feel about you. In this life, the next, and in any universe, I will always love you for who you are.” His words were earnest and filled with a warmth that enveloped your heart like a soft embrace.

“Don’t ever stop eating or isolating yourself from anyone—especially not me or our future kids,” he continued, his voice gentle yet firm. “I’m worried about you, baby. I love you so much. Please, just talk to me next time, okay?”

Your heart swelled with emotion as his words washed over you. Happy tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the anguish that had characterized your earlier sobs. “How did I ever get so lucky?” you cooed, unable to hide the love that radiated in your gaze as you looked at him. Every fiber of your being ached to connect, to hold onto this moment of vulnerability and honesty.

Felix's expression softened, his lips curling into a tender smile as he leaned in closer. He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, warmth cascading through you like sunshine breaking through clouds. His fingers continued to rub soothing circles on the back of your hand, a silent promise of support. “You deserve to feel loved and cherished just as you are. I want to be your rock, the one you can lean on, no matter how heavy the weight feels.”

You felt the walls you had built around yourself begin to crumble, the unrelenting pressure easing as you talked it out, baring your fears and insecurities to him. Each word that slipped from your lips became a cathartic release, woven into a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions. Felix listened attentively, never interrupting, just absorbing every fragile piece of your truth. His eyes glistened with understanding, and every nod or squeeze of your hand served as reassurance that you were not alone.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between laughter and tears, as you recounted your struggles and the toll they had taken on you. Listening to you poured into him—a wealth of emotions stirred within, deeper than any song he had ever sung. In the softness of the shared space, he found himself falling deeper for you, amazed not only by the strength you were displaying but also by the courage it took to expose your most vulnerable self.

The night wrapped around you both, serene and comforting as you cuddled together, finding solace in each other’s arms. Every word exchanged, every reassuring touch built a fortress against the outside world, a place where love reigned supreme and judgment could not reach you. Felix brushed his fingers over your arm gently, grounding you as you whispered about your fears and dreams, your hopes and desires, feeling freer with every word.

As the shadows of doubt and despair began to dissipate, you realized there was no need to hide anymore. In Felix’s embrace, with his unwavering support, the storm that raged within you was quelled. Love had illuminated the shadows, revealing a path forward that was filled with understanding and compassion. Together, you could face anything that came your way—a true partnership built on love, trust, and an unshakeable bond.

With a sigh of contentment, you leaned your head against his shoulder, the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat calming your frayed nerves. No longer were you just navigating the darkness alone; you had Felix by your side, ready to stand with you through every storm, ready to lift you up when you stumbled. And in that moment of connection, you knew that together, you would always find your way back to the light.

The end.