I cannot believe this is finished??? I feel like I say this every time but genuinely I didn’t think this would get done until maybe bin’s birthday in August but I somehow finished it the second day of January?? Anyway, I really loved this (the concept LITERALLY came to me in a dream), and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

(The idea that prompted this response to a @quillstarters​ challenge is the same one that inspired this story :D)

Pairing: Changbin x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, reincarnation!au, soulmate!au

Triggers: death, mentions of suicide, blood (nothing graphic)

Word Count: 10.8k

A vengeful god curses one hundred lifetimes of your love.

SKZ Masterlist

In your first life, the life that starts it all, your mother knows magic.

She’s a healer, one whose patients come from all walks of life, all over the world. From that first lifetime, you remember the heavy, comforting smell of dried herbs, the softness of her hair tickling your face, the shimmers of magic emanating from her practiced fingers into bubbling pots.

You sort of remember a father, hazy memories of a smiling man who wasn’t home very often but when he was, liked to pick you up and swing you around the room. He isn’t around by the time you’re six, maybe seven, though.

You know not to ask about it. The first time you did, your mother’s face just turned sad, an awful sort of sad that looked more like regret and repentance and anger and desolation. It takes a few more slip ups, but eventually you learn to ignore your curiosities. For though your mother never outright dismisses them, they upset her, and you never get a straight response.

Until the god arrives.

around 1 pm gmt+8, i noticed tweets from a cryptic account about a certain person from one of the big 3 companies saying that they had been sexually assaulted in a bar a few months ago. the account stated that the person was a former member of a group, and that they repeatedly used the group to assert power and authority to the victim.

people speculated it to be kim woojin from the victim's clues. people said that the victim confirmed it to be him, but i wasn't able to see a tweet about it.

after their story, their account was either taken down or deactivated, i'm not sure which. and since then, a few accounts had spoken up about their encounters with unnamed male kpop idols and what they had done. even more accounts were made to add confusion to the whole situation and drag other kpop idols in it.

a few hours later, woojin himself tweeted a statementㅡa short statement. he denied the victim's accusations by saying he didn't know the victim nor has he ever been to [the] bar, which the victim did not disclose. he continues by mentioning his upcoming debut as a soloist.

now, there were a lot of disappointed fans about this, but this only fluctuated more when he posted that statement, which for everyone, confirmed that it was him. apart from shamelessly promoting his career, he downright confirmed it was him by disclosing locations the victim did not mention. this started the circus of tweets clowning him, and concerned stays waiting for some response from the boys.

i watched a clip from chan's live implying about woojin's departure from the team, and he said that [he] was selfish and betrayed everyone, especially chan.

chan, who always took the hit for the boys, who posted a long paragraph about woojin's departure when the latter didn't even say a thing, who had to constantly look over the boys when they had to redo everything during cle:levanter era, who watched hyunjin break down infront of so many stays and witness jisung's mental health (and everyone else) deteriorate so much that he had to get professional help, handpicked woojin to be in his little team because he put trust in him to help the group grow and create fond memories with.

and when woojin left, all chan could say as per his idol duties was that he was betrayed. and because of this big information, all of us now know it's more than betrayal.

no sane agency would ever pull a departure announcement days before their comeback. but JYPE did that, swallowing the probable millions worth of budget for their comeback and redoing everything just to remove woojin from all of the upcoming content. they even went as to re-record some of their tracks, which was weird to me way before all of this happened. now we know why.

JYPE and stray kids want nothing to do with him, so everyone should stop putting the phrase 'former stray kids member' next to his name when he already left the company almost a year ago. this was a mistake on media journalists, because as they fish for readers with the phrase, they also come with the uncertainty of whether people will correlate this with the ot8 or not. with their steady rise of popularity and upcoming comeback, i hope everyone outside the stay community considers the fact that woojin isn't a part of the team anymore. this new content is something all eight of stray kids worked hard on to show everyone who they really are, without any trace of woojin whatsoever.

i've only been in this fandom for eighty days (i've been keeping count), so i wasn't really into woojin. but like everyone else, i was disgusted and ashamed. how could someone like him be with the most loving boys we've come to known and be comfortable with? to anyone who is overwhelmed, feeling betrayed, and hurt about this situation, please know that you never knew about this until today and it's okay to say you used to be a fan of him. the main point is that you realized he isn't what you think he is, and it's okay if you'll take your time before accepting it. take things at your own pace. you can always log out and reflect on this situation offline, and we'll always be here to welcome you back. it's okay if you decide to leave the fandom, we respect your decisions.

and to the victim, i hope they sleep better knowing they've told their story and i hope they know there's an entire (logical) community of kpop fans supporting them and wanting justice. that it doesn't matter who they are and what they do; sexual assault should not and should never be taken lightly especially with well-known people in the entertainment industry.

21.9k words | na jaemin one shot [when athena fell for daphne]

genre ➛ enemies to lovers! au, rich kid! au, romance, slow burn.

the liceo Botticelli of Rome is divided into two, the classic wing and the artistic one. Since the dawn of time, the two parts of the school have been hating each other: none of them wants to share the building with the other, leading to unforgettable fights and venomous speeches. The classic side headed by the one and only Na Jaemin, rich and cold, every girl biggest desire. The artistic side headed by you, creative and a little bit over the lines, easily one of the most genuine people around school. On your last year of high school, you finally have decided to set things straight - no more fights, no more speeches, no more words spit between your teeth: it was time for the biggest homeric tragedy, after the Odissea, to take place.

— warnings ➛ mentions of smoking, fights, blood and broken noses, jaemin is a true asshole in some parts + make sure to read the “introduzione” before anything, so you can understand better the italian dynamics of school and general life. 

— disclaimer ➛ This is a work of fiction. I do not own famous character(s) such as idols and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way. You can not copy or translate my writings without my permission.

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Congratulations PARASITE / 기생충 (2019) dir. BONG JOON-HO on 6 nominations and winning 4 Academy Awards at the 92st Annual Academy Awards!

Best Original Screenplay · Bong Joon-ho, Han Jin-won (winner)

Best Picture · Bong Joon-ho, Kwak Sin-ae (winner)

Best Director · Bong Joon-ho (winner)

Best Foreign Language Film (winner)

Best Production Design · Lee Ha-Jun, Won-Woo Cho (nominee)

realstraykids:

Hello Chicago🤗 #straykids #Lovestay

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

Requested <3 I’m not sure if I wrote this the way you were wanting, but I tried! I hope you like it, sweetheart xx

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Things have been different lately, and not in a good way. You had been hanging out with the boys a lot more recently, which you thought would make Jisung happy, but it’s only been doing the opposite.

You tried to ignore it, but things just kept getting worse and it got to a point where you just couldn’t. You were upset and confused, and had no idea what you were doing wrong for Jisung to be treating you this way.

He had been giving you short responses, ignoring you, acting like he couldn’t wait for your time together to be over, never initiating physical contact and never showed you any affection back when you did it yourself. “Hey,” You beamed, walking up to Jisung’s locker. Jisung looked over at you for a split second and back at his locker. “Wanna hang out after school? I need help with my study guide, and you’re really good at science so I was just wondering. And you could even stay for dinner again, you know my mom loves you.”

“Can’t.” He sighed before slamming his locker shut. Your heart dropped once again in disappointment. “Have stuff to do. Sorry.” He slung his bookbag over his shoulder, not looking at you at all while he spoke.

“Oh,” You whispered back. “Okay, then. I’m sorry for asking, then. I didn’t know.”

Jisung snorted as he ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, you never know.” He muttered under his breath, making your eyes dart up to him in disbelief.

“What is your problem?” You hissed, looking around at everybody around you, trying to keep your voice down.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Don’t act like you don’t know. You’re not that stupid.” Jisung sneered, making you gasp and your lip tremble. Before anything else could be said, you felt an arm wrap around your neck as your teary eyes locked with Jisung’s. You noticed how angry his eyes became, how his jaw tightened, how his body tensed up.

“Hey, would you look at that! My favorite girl and my favorite boy,” Hyunjin cheered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while swinging you back and forth. “Hey, man. You busy tonight? I wanna hang with somebody but everybody keeps bailing on me. Fucking assholes.”

“Sure,” Jisung spoke dryly. You gulped, your throat becoming tight and dry. “I have nothing to do tonight so why not? I’d love to hang out with you.”

The whole time he spoke, his eyes were locked with yours. He watched as your eyes became soft and weak, overcome with tears as he continued. His heart ached and he felt awful, but he reminded himself of why he was doing this. He was protecting himself.

“Great!” Hyunjin shouted, letting go of you to go to Jisung. “It’ll be a blast, dude.”

Jisung nodded, gulping as he watched a tear fall from your eye, his heart twisting as you immediately wiped it away so nobody would see. You took a shaky breath before faking a smile, finally looking away from Jisung. “I-I gotta go to class,” Your voice was shaky and weak, and Jisung was the only one who noticed. “See you guys later, I guess. Have fun tonight and b-be careful, please. Bye.”

Jisung’s heart shattered when you walked away, turning the corner and disappearing from his sight. You had always kissed him goodbye, always. You had always said ‘I love you’ before leaving, always. You had never done this before and Jisung knew he fucked up.

••

You jumped from your spot on your bed when Jisung barged in, your heart nearly exploding out of your chest. “Jesus, Jisung! What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Hyunjin right now?” You asked, hurt evident in your voice.

“Your mom let me in,” Jisung replied calmly, shutting the door behind him. “And I needed to see you.”

“Oh, now you needed to see me? Not last week when I wanted to hang out because I had a bad day? Or Tuesday when I was crying and begged you to come over because my sister and I got in a huge fight and you came up with a shitty excuse and just left me here upset? Or when I asked you to help me with my study guide? Because I’m pretty lost.”

Jisung sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “(Y/N), look,” He spoke quietly, sitting at the edge of your bed. You stopped working on your homework to listen to your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes pointy. “I just.. I don’t think this is working.” He finally whispered.

Your hard and cold front dropped immediately and your face fell. You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent as Jisung continued.

“Your happiness is the most important thing to me, and I’m sick of you faking it just to make me happy. You don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve that. You need to do what makes you happy, (Y/N). You need to do what I’ve always told you. Do what makes you happy and stop worrying about everybody else. You come first. You’re—”

“Jisung, what the fuck are you talking about?” You shouted, but immediately quieted down when you remembered your mom was downstairs. “I’m not faking anything! I’m the happiest I’ve been in years, Jisung. No, I haven’t been that happy these past couple of weeks, but that doesn’t mean I want us to break up! The thought never even occured to me!”

Jisung rolled his eyes at your words, making you scoff. “Just stop, (Y/N), come on. This is your chance! We can still be friends, you know. I just need some time to get over you first.”

“Get over me?” You squeaked back, voice small and weak. Jisung’s heart ached and he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“(Y/N/N), baby, come on. I’m not the bad guy here, you have to—”

“And I am?” You asked loudly, tears cascading your cheeks. “And don’t call me baby while you’re trying to break up with me, you fucking asshole.”

“Don’t say it like that. That’s not what I meant.” Jisung spoke gently, his hand reaching to touch yours, something he knew that would calm the both of you down. His heart dropped when you yanked yours away, scooting farther away from him. “Baby, stop it. Come here. Just let me—”

“Stop calling me that. It’s just making everything hurt even more. Just leave me alone. I can’t do this right now, I c-can’t.” You begged, hiding your face as you sobbed. Jisung gulped and his eyes began to get teary but he blinked them away. Your words hurt him and angered him at the same time.

“You can’t do this right now?” Jisung scoffed. “I may be the one ending things, but things ended a long time ago because of you.”

His words made your breath hitch in your throat. You lifted your head up and furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” You had a million questions, but this one was the only one that could come out.

“You- Shit is the way it is right now because of you. You know that? You’re the one flirting with my best friends, being all giggly and touchy and then trying to hold my hand and cuddle with me at the same time. Fucking unbelievable. It is so obvious that you have feelings for Seungmin and Hyunjin, and just the fact that you keep trying to deny it is what’s pissing me off even more.” He finally admitted, sighing deeply afterwards.

You gasped, and your heart shattered. “What the fuck?” You scoffed. “You think I like your best friends? What kind of girl do you take me for? I’m in love with you, you fucking asshole! I have been for years! I don’t even understan—”

“That’s just it! You never understand! You’re too dense to realize what you’re doing!” Jisung stood up from your bed in anger, pointing a finger at you as you cried on the bed with your eyes locked with his. “You’re using me to get to my friends and I’m done! Look, look at this.”

You watched him walk over to your vanity, where you had photos of you and all the boys hanging up. You shook your head in frustration, tears falling nonstop. “You and all your little buddies. All my buddies.” Jisung laughed, making your heart shatter. “All of this shit is just a cover up and we both know it.”

He then pointed to the hundreds of photos of the two of you around the room. The framed picture your mother had made you as a Christmas present the previous year, the collage that hung above your bed with pictures of Jisung and occasional pictures of the both of you, your favorite picture of Jisung that sat in a blue frame on your bedside table with the (now dead) roses he had gotten you for your first date that you refused to throw away.

His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at the photos of you two together, his exterior finally shattering. “Fuck, (Y/N).” He whispered, salty tears falling down his cheeks as he yanked at his hair. His vulnerable side had now overpowered his angry one.

“Jisung,” You whispered back, your heart in agonizing pain as tears continued to stream down your face. “Jisung, please. Please don’t do this.”

Jisung shook his head, his shaky eyes finally meeting yours. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me, (Y/N), I really don’t.“ He admitted, sobbing quietly as he made his way over to you. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and stood up, meeting him half way. Your arms wrapped around him immediately, holding him as tightly as you possibly could. Your face fell into the crook of his neck, your tears soaking his skin and shirt. His arms flew around you instantly, his face dropping onto your head as he breathed in your scent as if it was the last time. “Please don’t go.” You muttered into his chest.