synopsis being the ceo of a marketing and pr consultancy service at just 25 is not easy. especially if the leader of your first big project is adamant that he does not need your help. but is that all he thinks?

pairing idol!chan x ceo!fem-reader

genre smau, lowkey enemies to lovers, coworkers au, fluff, comfort, hurt, angst

warnings swearing, mentions of sasaengs and an invasion of privacy, brief mention of pregnancy and anxiety, mentions of drinking and being drunk

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YESSSSSSSSS first chapter!! minho is definitely cooking smth and i think he’ll be the one to kinda hold chan down through this,,, i can’t wait to see how chans first interaction with yn goes!!

MINHO IS COOKING but chan is justified in his anger lol

chanyn interactions will be less than ideal for a while...

can chan and yn have a high school fight and jisung records it…. ykwim

synopsis being the ceo of a marketing and pr consultancy service at just 25 is not easy. especially if the leader of your first big project is adamant that he does not need your help. but is that all he thinks?

pairing idol!chan x ceo!fem-reader

genre smau, lowkey enemies to lovers, coworkers au, fluff, comfort, hurt, angst

warnings swearing, mentions of sasaengs and an invasion of privacy, brief mention of pregnancy and anxiety, mentions of drinking and being drunk

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YESSSSSSSSS first chapter!! minho is definitely cooking smth and i think he’ll be the one to kinda hold chan down through this,,, i can’t wait to see how chans first interaction with yn goes!!

pairing idol!chan x ceo!fem-reader

genre smau, lowkey enemies to lovers, coworkers au, fluff, comfort, hurt, angst

warnings mentions of death as a joke, swearing, mentions of sasaengs and an invasion of privacy, brief mention of pregnancy and anxiety

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YESSS PROLOGUE this made my day!!

pairing idol!chan x ceo!fem-reader

genre smau, lowkey enemies to lovers, coworkers au, fluff, comfort, hurt, angst

profiles. novia needs therapy | stray kids

playlist. sh**ting stars

chapters.

00. you're at whose house?

01. i don't need help

02. those social media marketing idiots

03. he was made with so much love

04. but you like girls

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omg this came up on my feed… im excited to read it!!

I LIKE IT — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

You know the difference between right and wrong—but you’re gonna do it anyway.

🎁 First, you’re getting ghosted by your situationship. Second, you lose your job. Third, your landlord decides to double the rent of your shared apartment. And it’s only Tuesday. Luckily, your friend and roommate Chan has a crazy idea that might solve (most) of your sudden problems—start a streaming channel to film spicy videos together while earning some money. What could go wrong, right?

uni midterms are kicking me IN THE ASS rn but i will read asap!!

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Blood smeared across your knuckles and your still perfectly manicured hands, a crimson testament to the chaos that had erupted. Whose blood it was, you couldn't be sure, but in this moment, it was irrelevant. The air hung heavy with tension, as if it were a palpable entity, and the steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead did little to dispel the charged atmosphere. The meeting had unraveled into pandemonium, threads of order snapping one by one—all because of you.

Earlier, he had been sitting across from you, his voice slicing through yours, dismissing every word you said, treating you like an afterthought when you were the second-in-command.

"Look, sweetheart, we all know you're just here because Chan likes having a pretty face at the table."

"You should let the men handle this—it's not really your area, is it?"

"Tell me, does he let you talk this much when you're not at the table? Or just in bed?"

Now, he lay sprawled on the floor, a crumpled heap, his hands desperately clutching at his nose, which was clearly broken, blood trickling down his face. He groaned, voice thick with pain. "You— you crazy bitch—”

You tilted your head, expression eerily calm. “Crazy?” You took a slow step forward, watching as he flinched away. “No, darling.” You crouched down beside him, wiping your bloody knuckles against your sleeve. “What’s crazy is that you thought I’d just sit there and take your bullshit.”

His eyes widened, but he still had the audacity to glare.

"You think you can just—" You grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up just enough for your lips to hover near his ear."I don’t think. I know." Then, just as easily, you shoved him back to the floor.

You stood above him, your breaths coming out in measured, steady intervals, your fingers flexing as if testing their strength. Your gaze bore down on him, cold and unyielding, seeing him as nothing more than an insignificant pest. "This was your warning," you had stated, your voice low and dangerous. "Next time, I won’t be so nice."

And just like that, silence reigned. The room's occupants were frozen, eyes wide, breaths held, watching and waiting for what would happen next.

Because everyone in the dimly lit room could feel the tension crackling in the air, aware of what was about to unfold. Not from you, the one who had just thrown the punch. But from him. Bang Chan, the leader of the notorious Stray Kids Syndicate. He was the man you reported to, the one who held your fate in the palm of his hand.

Chan was currently leaning against the long, polished oak table, his arms casually crossed over his chest. His head was tilted slightly to one side, and his dark eyes were fixed on you with a look of unreadable amusement. He seemed unfazed, almost entertained, by the chaos you had just caused.

He hadn’t intervened. He hadn’t instructed you to take a seat. He hadn’t reprimanded you for the bloodied, crooked nose of one of his business partners, now gingerly nursing his face on the other side of the room. And that was what made the others shift uncomfortably on their feet, casting nervous glances at each other. Because Chan wasn’t displaying any signs of anger, and that unpredictability was unsettling.

No.He was entertained, and that was a far more dangerous state for him to be in. The room was thick with a tense silence, the kind that precedes a storm. Then, Chan broke it with a soft, low chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the dimly lit room. “Now look what you did,” he murmured, stepping forward with a casual confidence, his hands buried in the depths of his pockets. “You made them mad.”

A slow smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you locked eyes with him, your gaze steady and unyielding. “Them?” you questioned, your voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Chan's eyebrow arched in response, and he flicked his chin toward the man sprawled on the floor, clutching his ribs as he groaned in pain. “Your little punching bag,” he replied, the words dripping with a playful taunt.

You let out a short, breathy laugh, the sound echoing off the cracked, plastered walls. Then, with a fluid motion, you gestured around the room. “Well. I didn’t throw a chair across someones face when they got on my nerves like the last time” The edge in your voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.“That was very mindful,” you continued. “Very mature. And very stable.”

Chan halted just a foot away, his head tilting slightly as if contemplating a puzzle only he could solve.

He let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh, shaking his head with an air of exasperation. "You love testing me, don’t you?" His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke. You leaned back in your chair, a smug smile playing on your lips. “And you love watching,” you replied, your tone playful yet challenging.

His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching as he fought to maintain his calm demeanor. The room was enveloped in a tense silence, the kind that makes every breath feel loud. All eyes were fixed on the two of you, waiting to see what would happen next.

Chan, ever the master of composure, allowed a faint flicker of amusement to pass over his face for just a moment before he shifted back to his authoritative self. With a swift flick of his fingers, he signaled to two men standing like sentinels by the door. “Get him out of here,” he commanded.

The bodyguards moved with practiced efficiency, lifting the injured man to his feet without a word and dragging him toward the exit. Chan barely spared them a glance, his attention unwavering as he turned back to you. There was a glimmer in his eyes, a mix of amusement and intrigue that hadn't faded. “You.” His voice was firm, yet inviting, as he gestured toward the door. “Come with me.”

It wasn't a request. His voice carried the weight of authority, firm and unyielding. It wasn't a question. His eyes locked onto yours with unwavering intensity, leaving no room for negotiation. And yet—your lips curved into a subtle smile.

The heavy door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud that echoed in the quiet room. You stood frozen, your breath barely audible, while Chan remained equally still, his eyes fixed on yours. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, a tension palpable enough to slice through.

Then, Chan exhaled softly, a sound like a gentle breeze, and rolled his neck as if he were trying to dislodge the weight of the evening from his shoulders. "You're lucky I don't mind cleaning up your mess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Mess?" you asked, your tone teasing. Chan chuckled quietly, a sound like distant thunder. "Come on, princess," he said, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He took a deliberate step forward, his shoes making a soft scuff against the floor.

"I let you do a lot of things," he continued, his voice calm yet firm. "But breaking noses in the middle of business meetings?" He took another measured step, closing the distance between you.

"That's pushing it," he added, his gaze unwavering, a mix of reprimand and admiration glinting in his eyes.

You hummed a low tune, remaining perfectly still, your eyes steady on his. "And yet, you let me do it," you said, your voice laced with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Chan's lips curled into a smirk, his gaze unwavering. "I was curious," he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes."About what?" you inquired, your heart beating a steady rhythm against your ribs.

Chan moved closer, reducing the already narrow space between you to a mere whisper. The air felt charged, like the tense calm before a storm unleashes its fury. "I wanted to see how far you'd go," he murmured, his eyes briefly flickering down to your knuckles, still raw and stained with dried blood.

You flexed your fingers, feeling the tightness in your skin, and tilted your head slightly. "Disappointed?" you asked, your voice carrying an edge of defiance. Chan's laughter was soft, a gentle rumble that seemed to echo in the charged silence. Then, in a voice so soft it was almost a sigh, he said, "Not at all."

The words floated between you like a whisper, yet their impact was profound, resonating through every fiber of your being.

Because this was the game you played with each other. The push and the pull, like a tide that never ceased. You tested him, throwing challenges his way, and he accepted them with a subtle nod, a glint in his eye. Deep down, Chan relished these tests, embracing the thrill of walking the fine line between control and chaos. He enjoyed the adrenaline rush, the challenge of it all. And he enjoyed you, the person who brought this daring side of him to life.

Your breath quivered ever so slightly, a tremor that betrayed the calm you tried to maintain. Chan noticed. His fingers, calloused from years of playing his guitar, moved deliberately but with a touch of hesitation. They reached for your hand, grazing your knuckles gently, brushing against the rough patches of skin that told stories of their own.

His voice dropped to a whisper, softer than you'd ever heard it, as he asked, “…Does it hurt?” The question hung in the air, not surprising in itself, but the way he asked it caught you off guard. His voice carried an unfamiliar tenderness, and his fingers lingered like a promise of comfort.

Because Bang Chan? He wasn't known for softness. But for you, he bent the rules, allowed a gentler side to surface. A breath escaped your lips, followed by a momentary pause as you absorbed the unexpected shift. Then, your lips curled into a smile, acknowledging the unspoken understanding between you.

"You tell me," you said, your words hanging in the air, charged with a palpable tension. It was as if the room itself held its breath, waiting for Chan's response. His eyes locked on yours, unblinking and unwavering. Time seemed to stretch between you, each second a weight pressing down.

And then, with a suddenness that left you breathless, he moved. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your throat with a swift precision, pinning you gently but firmly against the cool surface of the wall. It wasn’t a gesture of aggression but a silent assertion of control, a reminder of the power dynamics at play. His fingertips rested against the delicate skin of your neck, feeling the rapid flutter of your pulse beneath them.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips, the corners curling upward with an ease that belied the intensity of the moment. "You like pushing me too, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble tinged with amusement. His breath brushed over your lips, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach, the proximity only heightening the tension.

In that charged moment, the air seemed to crackle with the authority he wielded effortlessly. And then, just as you braced for the inevitable clash, he kissed you. It was a deliberate, measured motion, a stark contrast to the chaotic fervor you had anticipated. His kiss was an exercise in control, calculated and commanding, as if every movement was part of a carefully orchestrated plan.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, seeking purchase, but Chan remained unyielding, dictating the pace with an unspoken resolve. His grip at your throat shifted slightly, his palm sliding down to rest against your collarbone, then gliding over your chest and along your waist—exploring, claiming territory with each touch. Your back met the wall with a jarring thud, but the sensation barely registered, overshadowed by the intensity of Chan's presence.

His other hand settled on your hip, fingers curling possessively, anchoring you to him. Your breaths came in shallow, quick succession, mirroring the rhythm of his own. Just as you attempted to assert your own tempo, to deepen the kiss and draw him closer, he withdrew slightly. His lips lingered against yours, a whisper of contact, his exhale hot against your skin.

"Be careful," he breathed, his voice a velvety warning that sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes darted up to meet his, a mischievous smirk of your own forming. "Why?"

A quiet chuckle escaped him, a low sound that carried a hint of mockery. His lips traced a path from the corner of your jaw to your throat, then to your ear, each touch soft and deliberate, as if imparting a secret. "Because, sweetheart..." His hand tightened on your waist, a subtle reminder of the power he held. "You’re playing a game you won’t win."

©sunshineangel0 𖹭 if you liked this work, please consider reblogging, commenting or liking! xoxo franzi 💋

INTEREST IS PIQUED. i love my dynamics 😋😋

Daddy issues

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: A simple phone call from your father and Chan's added anger makes you mentally crumble.

Genre: Angst & comfort/hurt

Word Count: 7.3K

Resources for domestic abuse, self-harm, and suicide

Trigger warning: Parental issues, (specifically daddy issues) emotional abuse and neglect, physical abuse, a bit of an unhealthy romantic relationship, anger, self-hatred, blood, self-harm, mentions and attempt of suicide via razor blade, and a panic attack.

A/N: Even without the request, I feel like this has been a long time coming. Please heed the trigger warnings. Please. Shout out to all the baddies out there with parental issues. Shout out to all the Chan stans with daddy issues. You're so strong, keep going, I believe in all of you <3

Requestee, I hope this leaves you satisfied. I don't think you ever said you were struggling, but just by this, it seems you are. I hope this helps you cope with whatever struggles you either have had or currently are facing in life.

I did change a few things around to fit the story more, but most of it's the same. I think I got everything you wanted in there, besides those few minor changes. I also experimented with time jumps which is new, but I think they were needed for this one. This is a long one, so buckle up and please enjoy!! <3

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holy fuck this hit. the amount of detail the author put into articulating the emotions felt was so perfect and made the fic feel so real. i will definitely be coming back to this fic!!

don't leave me , my love

[ 방찬 ] ✷ ‎. . after a series of terrible arguments, you break up with your boyfriend. life slows down. but then . . ?

the room smelled like rain.

not in the fresh, new-beginnings kind of way, but in the way that clung to damp clothes and old wounds.

breathe — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, bdsm, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, degradation, pet play, breath play, collars and leashes, anal!!, butt plugs, oral (m receiving), nipple play (f), choking, seungmin and his canonically established pain kink, thigh humping, unprotected sex, sub/dom dynamics, sub!reader, mean dom!seung, soft dom!minho, implied subspace, use of “slut”, “bunny”, “bubs”, “pet”, “dumb”, slight humiliation kink, choking on cum, use of a non-verbal stop light system, reader goes yellow but it’s all good, absolutely sappy in the end, smut with so many feelings, lmk if i missed something!

inspo: 2min in the new teaser pics

notes: again, i got carried away. it appears the dirtier i try to make something the sappier it turns out. i think i started this two days ago and my mood drastically changed from horny as fuck to in love as fuck. please let me know how this turned out 🥹

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NOW ALL I SEE IS R E D, R E D, R E D. Edited, Re-coloured, Manipulated ▐

HAN — SKZ-TALKER GO! S05E04

nothing fucks with my baby

...the one where someone messes with you and seungmin isn't having it

the hallway is quiet, but it isn’t empty. it hums with the weight of something unspoken, something sharp enough to cut if you’re not careful. seungmin stands there, just at the edge of the dim light, his figure carved from shadow and slow-burning anger. the air around him feels different. thick, heavy, like it knows better than to move.

you’re a few steps away, arms wrapped around yourself, the echo of too-close laughter still burning under your skin. your heart stutters against your ribs, frantic and unsettled. he looks at you then, and it’s not just a glance. it’s the kind of look that holds things...promises, warnings, the weight of something you’re not sure you can carry alone.

"you okay?" his voice is low, tight, like he already knows the answer.

you nod, but it’s shaky. "yeah."

it’s a lie, and he knows it. his eyes darken, his jaw tightens, and the space between you shrinks as he steps closer, his presence wrapping around you like armor. his fingers find your wrist, barely there, a whisper of contact, but enough to keep you from unraveling.

"tell me who it was." his voice is steady, but there’s something underneath it now. something that simmers.

you shake your head. "it’s fine, minnie. really."

but it’s not, and you can see it in the way his lips press into a thin line, in the way his shoulders coil tight, like he’s holding something back. there’s a storm in him, slow and deliberate, the kind that doesn’t lash out. it waits. builds. consumes. and then...

then, footsteps. a creak of a door.

and there he is. the staff member. the one who thought he could take up too much space, could laugh too close, could touch too freely. still smirking like nothing happened, like he’s untouchable and you feel it prick at your skin and you're trembling again.

seungmin doesn’t hesitate. he moves with a quiet kind of purpose, the kind that doesn't need force to be felt. he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t shove. he just stands there, in front of the guy, like an immovable force. like something you don’t challenge unless you're stupid enough to try. because kim seungmin isn't one for confrontation. but you know you're absolutely fucked over if he does.

"you think you're clever, don't you?" seungmin's voice is calm, even and there's a twitch in his jaw which is visible even from the distance.

the man blinks, his confidence flickering. "i-i was just joking around-"

"don't," seungmin says, and it’s not loud. it doesn’t need to be. "not with them. not ever. you hear me? now get out of my sight before you dig yourself a bigger grave."

there’s something final in his words, something that settles deep, something that doesn’t leave room for argument. the guy stammers, shifts on his feet, then disappears down the hall, too cowardly to look back.

seungmin watches him go, unmoving.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, the tightness in your chest easing just a little. "you didn’t have to do that."

he turns to you then, and there’s something softer in his eyes now, something only for you. "i did."

his hand finds yours, laces your fingers together in a way that’s quiet and steady and everything you didn’t know you needed. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, grounding you back to this moment, to him.

"nothing fucks with my baby," he murmurs, and it’s not just a statement. it’s a vow, carved into the space between you, carved into the universe that's written with your names.

and you believe it.

◇ 25. human bait

◇ heart out

◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au

when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.

after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.

author’s note: anddd we’re back to the social media format, and to the conversation the hwang siblings left unfinished lol. i hope you guys enjoy! and as always, if you do, please don’t forget to leave an ask or a comment with your thoughts<3

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