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Hey friends how y’all doing I hope you enjoy this and yall my birthday is literally next week and maintenance starts on Monday I can’t wait I been looking like bum now it’s time to glam up and idk if I said this but I’m gonna post a fic on my birthday and take a break the next day so I will be back on Friday yeah so tell how you like this ok baiii💋

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Hey friends how y’all doing I hope you are doing well like I’m not going to stop complaining about this heat today was so hot I was sweating bad omg but it’s ok life still goes on and yeah tell how you like this and if you see any mistakes look the other way ok baiii💋

“Is there something you want to talk about, Lix?” 

“No… yes.” 

“Thought so, you’ve been humming for the past twenty minutes. You don’t do that unless you have something on your mind.” 

“Well…” 

“Go on? I’m listening…” 

“I just don’t get it?” Felix admitted, sitting up to face Chan to see a very puzzled expression on his face. 

“Get what exactly?” 

“That human. The one who helped me.” 

“Oh okay? What about her?” 

“She left when I decided to go back yesterday.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because she wasn’t there and she left this for me…” Felix spoke before pulling out a cute little blue crab key chain. “This feels like a goodbye gift.” 

“Who knows, what if she comes back?” 

“What if she doesn’t?!”

“Relax Felix.” 

“I’m trying but my heart won’t calm down.” 

“What’s going on here?” Hyunjin asked, swimming over with Changbin and Jisung behind him. 

“Yeah, what’s got you all worked up, Lix?” Jisung added. 

“Felix over here misses a certain someone.” 

“Oh, your human friend I’m guessing?” Changbin teases with a playful chuckle. 

“How did you know?” 

“I don’t know because maybe every time you talk about her, your eyes start to spark, your tail gets extra animated, and your scales start to glow.” 

“Which means one thing.” Chan concluded. “Lix, you found your mate!” 

“Hooray!” Hyunjin cheered. 

“Congrats!” Jisung and Changbin rejoiced. 

But all Felix can do is sit there with his tail being tucked closer to his chest. 

“What’s wrong?” Hyunjin questioned, sensing there wasn’t much for Felix to be all that happy about. 

“I don’t know where she went or when she’ll come back.” 

“Oof…” Jisung uttered. 

“Maybe humans follow a migration pattern too? You know, like whales?” Changbin suggested. 

“Either way, I just hope she comes back soon.”

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” 

“I’m fine, Channie.” 

You tried to shake off his grip but he didn’t relent. Hyunjin, being more expressive with his emotions, started crying. 

“No you’re not! Why is your face scratched up?! You’re bleeding!” 

“This is nothing. I’m really fine.” 

“Who did this to you?” 

“Is it one of your shitty co-workers?” 

“Guys, just drop it.” 

“We can’t!” Hyunjin cried out. 

“It’s my fault. I just… I just scared one of the other experiments. That’s all.” 

“I don’t believe you. Not when you can’t look me in the eyes.” Chan groaned. 

“Channie, Jinnie, please… I’ve had a rough day. Can I just hang out here in peace?” 

“No…” 

“What?” 

Even Hyunjin was shocked at Chan’s reply. 

“You’re staying here.” 

“I can’t, Channie. You know better. It’s against–” 

“I don’t care what I’m up against! If they hurt you, then I’ll just have to end them!” 

“... Chan” Your voice softened, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek as he started crying too. 

“I can’t stand it when you hurt…” 

He broke down and all you and Hyunjin can do is comfort him with some gentle words and a tight hug. 

“Please don’t go anywhere…”

For most of her life, Y/N’s world had been defined by walls and warnings. Her parents, protective to the point of suffocation, rarely let her leave the house, especially after her secondary gender presented. Even as an adult, she spent her twenties under their watchful eyes, her days an endless cycle of routines, locked doors, and longing. But something inside her refused to be quiet forever. It started with music: late nights listening to Stray Kids under the covers, tiny, secret hopes blooming in her chest. And one day, that hope turned into resolve.

She began saving every bit she could, planning in careful, silent increments. When the moment finally arrived, she bought a ticket to Berlin for the Mercedes-Benz Arena, one of the stops of the Dominate world tour. She packed her bag, heart pounding, and stepped out of her house for the first time without asking permission. That single act of courage carried her to Paris, London, New York, Sydney, Singapore, Los Angeles, and Tokyo. Each city and each concert was another step away from the life she’d always known and closer to the one she was choosing for herself.

Now, as the plane touched down in Seoul with a gentle jolt, Y/N pressed her forehead to the window, heart fluttering. Seoul unfolded below her: neon lights, winding rivers, and distant mountains. It was a city she’d only ever seen through a screen, never dared to dream of seeing it with her own eyes until now. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the sterile, recycled cabin air, trying to steady the anticipation buzzing in her veins. She could sense the subtle hum of other alphas restless, vivid; omegas quietly excited, just as careful as she’d always been; and betas, grounding the crowd. It was all new and a little overwhelming, but she held herself small, a habit she’d never quite shaken.

As she stepped into Incheon Airport, a rush of unfamiliar scents greeted her: roasted coffee from an all-night stand, crisp laundry from fellow travelers, and the faint whiff of floral perfume drifting past. She could pick out the sharp confidence of alphas weaving through the crowd, the steady calm of betas, and the flutter of other omegas, some hiding their scents as carefully as she did. The language, the faces, the press, and the movement of people: every bit of it was dazzling and intimidating. Despite the swirl of city life, Y/N’s own gentle scent of honey and cherry blossoms clung to her skin, subtle but undeniably hers. She kept it muted, instinctively cautious in this foreign place; omegas learned early to be careful, especially alone, and Y/N had learned it more deeply than most.

Outside, the air was brisk and clean, rain-washed and bright with the promise of spring. Y/N watched taxis glide by, letting the city noise wash over her. She wandered through lively markets, marveling at the rainbow of fruits and the sizzle of street food, each new taste a quiet victory. She tried tteokbokki for the first time, the spice making her eyes water, and ducked into a café where the barista’s smile and the warm aroma of fresh bread made her feel, for a moment, at home. It was something she was still learning to recognize beyond her parents’ walls.

At night, alone in her small hotel room, Y/N looked out at the city lights and let herself dream. She had never traveled alone before, had never been allowed to. Now, every step was a risk and a kind of freedom. The thought of the fan signing her ticket tucked safely in her bag made her heart race with a mix of hope and terror. She wanted to leave a positive impression, even if just for a moment: something gentle and genuine, a silent thank you for everything Stray Kids had given her during her years in the shadows.

Y/N woke with the sunrise, the sky outside her window streaked with gold and orange. She stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of travel in her muscles, and set out with a list of places circled in her guidebook. Seoul was waking up, too: vendors rolling out fruit carts, students in crisp uniforms bustling toward the subway, the city’s rhythms already pulsing with life. She moved quietly among them, careful, observant, absorbing every detail as if building her own new world piece by piece.

Her first stop was Bukchon Hanok Village. She wandered narrow stone alleys lined with tiled rooftops and wooden doors painted in soft colors. The morning air was cool, and cherry petals drifted down from branches overhead, catching in her hair. She snapped a photo, caught off guard by her own smile reflected in a shop window, a rare, real thing she barely recognized.

In Insadong, she browsed tiny art shops and pressed her fingers to delicate ceramics, tracing the patterns as if they might tell her a secret. She bought a small ink painting, carefully wrapped, and a pair of handmade earrings, each one a tiny silver star. She tried a bowl of patbingsu shaved ice with sweet red beans and laughed as the cold made her teeth ache, relishing the simple joy of it.

Lunch was at a bustling pojangmacha, a tented street stall where she watched the ajumma roll kimbap with swift, practiced hands. She ordered a plate and sat on a plastic stool, savoring the flavors and eavesdropping on cheerful banter she only half-understood. For the first time in days, she felt less like a tourist and more like a part of the city’s tapestry, less like a ghost, more like herself.

In the afternoon, she found herself in Hongdae, the air alive with music and laughter. She watched street dancers spin and leap, their energy infectious. She wandered through indie shops, thumbed through racks of vintage clothing, and stopped at a quiet café where the owner’s jindo slept in a sunbeam by the door. Even here, she noticed the subtle ways Seoul’s different dynamics shaped daily life: alphas with a certain swagger, betas chatting easily, omegas like herself keeping a careful eye on exits and personal space. Sometimes, when two omegas crossed paths, there would be a wordless nod or a subtle exchange of supportive smiles, a quiet solidarity that ran deeper than words. She wrote a postcard to her best friend, describing the city as vibrant and unpredictable, full of possibility.

As dusk settled, Y/N rode the subway to the banks of the Han River. She walked along the water, the city skyline reflected in the ripples. Cyclists zipped past and couples laid out picnic blankets, the world feeling gentle and endless. She sat on the grass, hugging her knees, letting her thoughts drift to the fan signing and what would happen when she finally got to meet her idols face to face.

In the quiet of the evening, as the city lights blinked to life, Y/N felt a pulse of hope, a fragile, persistent thing. She was far from home, but she was not lost. There was an instinct in her chest, pushing her forward, promising that her journey would be worth it.

The next day, with sunlight spilling through the curtains, Y/N found herself drawn back to Hongdae. The neighborhood’s creative buzz called to her a place alive with street art, laughter, and possibility. After a morning of wandering, she slipped into a cozy café tucked between an antique shop and a mural-covered alleyway. Inside, the air was warm, scented with coffee and fresh bread, and a golden retriever dozed by the window in a patch of sun.

Y/N chose a quiet corner, instinctively keeping her back to the wall so she could observe without being observed. Her bag, decorated with plush Wolf Chan, Jiniret, and DWAEKKI, rested at her feet, a small token of comfort and reassurance. She opened her journal, letting her mind spill out across the page. Writing about her journey so far and documenting what she was feeling every step of the way.

She was so lost in her writing that she barely registered the bell above the door jingling. Three young men entered, their faces mostly hidden by masks and caps, moving together with an easy familiarity. They seemed to belong to the world in a way she was still learning: one carried the subtle confidence of an alpha, another the gentle steadiness of a beta, and the third radiated a magnetic, quietly intense omega energy. They ordered in hushed voices and slid into a booth nearby.

As they passed, one man with expressive eyes glanced at the charms on her bag, a flicker of recognition sparking in his gaze. Another nudged his friend, and for a heartbeat, all three seemed to pause, their postures subtly curious. Y/N felt a prickle of awareness run along her skin but kept her eyes firmly on her journal, letting her hair shield her face. Years of being told to stay unnoticed clung to her like a second skin; she was still learning how to exist in the open.

Unbeknownst to her, a delicate whiff of her scent, honey and cherry blossom, drifted toward them, soft but potent. Han’s omega instincts prickled with recognition, Seungmin’s beta senses caught the subtle shift in the air, and I.N’s young alpha nature grew alert and curious. The boys exchanged glances over their coffee, each silently wondering if this was simply coincidence or something more. They didn’t comment, but the moment hung between them, heavy with unspoken questions.

Y/N, oblivious, finished her coffee and quietly thanked the barista, giving the shop’s jindo a gentle pat before slipping back into the afternoon sun. The bell above the café door chimed softly as she stepped out, her SKZoo charms catching the light as she disappeared into the current of Hongdae’s afternoon crowd. For a moment, the three boys sat in thoughtful silence. The air still carried the faintest trace of her gentle, sweet scent.

For Han, I.N., and Seungmin, the moment lingered, sweet and inexplicable, as they watched her vanish into the crowd. None of them realized just how close fate had brought them to the answer they’d been searching for.

Han broke the quiet first, leaning forward and glancing at the door. “Did you see her? She looked so small, like she was trying to disappear into the corner.”

Seungmin nodded, his gaze lingering on the now-empty seat. “She was really curling into herself. I almost didn’t notice her at first, but that scent… You can’t miss it. It’s the same one we’ve been catching at every show.”

I.N’s eyes widened, thoughtful. “She hardly looked up. Just kept her head down, writing. But she had SKZoo charms on her bag. She’s definitely been a fan of us for a while.”

Han’s lips quirked in a soft, almost protective smile. “She seemed… quiet. I guess I thought someone who left that kind of impression on us would be bold or loud. But she looks like the opposite.”

Seungmin’s expression softened. “She looked like she was just trying to enjoy her day, not be a bother to anyone. It makes me wonder what her story is.”

I.N nodded, hope flickering in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll see her again. It really does feel like fate keeps pulling her to us.”

Han’s voice was quiet, thoughtful. “If we do, I hope we can make her feel at ease and not overwhelm her. She deserves to feel safe like anybody else.”

Seungmin smiled gently. “We’ll wait. If we’re meant to meet her, it’ll happen.”

They fell into a thoughtful silence, each of them quietly replaying the moment in their minds. Outside, Y/N melted into the busy streets, unaware that her careful, quiet presence had left such a powerful mark and that the invisible thread between her and the boys was drawing ever tighter.

Myeongdong was dazzling, with neon signs layered over one another, the air alive with the scent of sweet rice cakes and fried batter. Y/N lost herself in the tide of shoppers, keeping her shoulders tucked in, trying not to draw attention. She grinned as she sampled a crispy hotteok from a street cart, savoring the warmth against her palm. Her bag bounced against her hip, HAN QUOKKA, PuppyM, and FoxI.Ny's charms catch the sunlight, making her feel a little less alone in the crowd.

When the noise grew too overwhelming, she slipped into a stationery shop tucked between a shoe boutique and a boba stand. Inside, the world narrowed to the gentle clack of pens and the soft shuffle of feet on polished floors. Y/N drifted from display to display, careful not to bump anyone, running her fingers over smooth notebooks and pastel sticker sheets until her nerves finally settled.

She was admiring a rack of illustrated postcards, one with a Mugunghwa and some birds, when she sensed a subtle shift in the air. Two young men wandered in, both masked, their shoulders relaxed but their eyes sharp with curiosity. They looked like university students or maybe trainees, blending in but somehow more attentive than the rest.

She didn’t even look up at the newcomers. Instead, she turned her focus to the cards, choosing the Mugunghwa one and a few others, tucking them into her basket with hands that trembled just a little. For a fleeting moment, she felt watched, but as if someone was quietly, warmly curious about her. She shrank in on herself, turning slightly away, hoping to remain unnoticed.

At the counter, she flickered her eyes to the newcomers only once. The two young men were flipping through notepads and pens, but she could feel their presence linger even as she paid. She thanked the cashier quietly, shouldered her bag, and slipped out into the late afternoon sun.

Something inside her whispered that Seoul was full of small, extraordinary moments if she was brave enough to notice them.

Inside, Felix trailed his fingers along a display of mechanical pencils, but his focus kept drifting back to the girl by the postcards. There was something about her, the way she made herself small, the quiet care in her movements, the plushies swaying on her bag, that made his heart clench with recognition.

Lee Know’s gaze tracked her too, sharp and thoughtful behind his mask. He caught the glint of HAN QUOKKA, PuppyM, and FoxI.Ny and Felix shared a look with him, both happy to see the familiar characters hanging on her bag and curious why they were so drawn to her. Neither spoke, but a silent question hung in the air: could this be the same fan whose scent had haunted their tour?

Then, cutting through the subtle aroma of paper and ink, her scent drifted to them: soft honey and cherry blossom, impossible to miss. For Felix, the tug was immediate, his omega’s instinct responding to her scent. Lee Know felt it too, a quiet certainty blooming in his chest, his beta intuition whispering that this was more than coincidence.

They watched her at the register, moving with gentle, almost bashful grace. Neither wanted to break the spell by approaching, so they stayed back, content to simply observe. As she left, the bell above the door marked her exit, and the shop felt emptier for it.

Felix let out the breath he’d been holding. “I think that’s her. Her scent ...wow, I want to be in the nest.”

Lee Know nodded, voice low. “It has to be. The scent… It’s the same. The one that we all can’t forget.”

“Do you think she’s coming to the fan signing?” Felix asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

“I hope so,” Lee Know replied, a small, rare smile curving his lips. “I want to meet her properly. I want to know her name.”

As they left the shop, the city’s noise swelling around them, both felt the moment settle in their bones: a gentle certainty and the sense that something extraordinary was waiting just around the corner.

Samcheong-dong felt like a dream compared to the city’s neon heart: narrow streets lined with art galleries, hidden teahouses, and ivy-clad bookshops. Y/N slipped quietly inside one of her new favorite places, a two-story bookstore where sunlight filtered through tall windows and dust motes danced in the air. The scent of paper and old wood soothed her, easing the last of her nerves as she instinctively kept to the edges, finding comfort in the quiet corners.

She wandered the aisles, fingers trailing over colorful spines, careful not to disturb anyone. On impulse, she picked up a poetry collection and curled up in a window seat tucked behind a potted plant. Her bag, adorned with Leebit and BbokAri, swung gently in the soft light, her plushies a small comfort in this world she was still learning to claim as her own. For a while, she lost herself in verses about longing and journeys, letting the words fill the spaces in her heart left empty by years of confinement.

A gentle commotion near the entrance drew her attention. Three men entered, faces obscured by masks and hats, their movements casual yet purposeful. They spoke softly in Korean, voices low and familiar, but Y/N didn’t think much of it; she’d heard celebrities sometimes frequented this neighborhood, and everyone here seemed to respect privacy. Still, she felt a subtle shift in the air, an almost electric awareness that made her shrink a little further into her seat and let her hair fall forward.

As she walked over to a table of art books, she could sense them nearby: the tallest lingered by the window, flipping through a photography collection; another scanned the music section, his energy lively and restless; the third leaned against a shelf, reading quietly, posture relaxed but alert. Y/N felt a strange familiarity tugging in her mind, as if she knew them, but she kept her gaze lowered, feeling her social battery waning.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the manga she picked up, but her heart beat a little faster. She wondered, not for the first time, if Seoul was just full of these electric, almost-familiar moments, if she would ever stop feeling like a secret on the verge of being discovered.

She purchased her manga and poetry and slipped out into the golden afternoon. The plushies swayed gently as she walked away.

Inside, Bang Chan felt it first: the quiet thrum of awareness as he stepped into the sunlit bookstore. For an alpha, it was instinctive to scan any space for threats or signs of comfort, and today, the air was thick with the scent of old paper, but beneath it, something sweeter lingered: honey and cherry blossom, the scent he’s been craving. He scanned the shop, his eyes landing on a girl curled up in the window seat, her bag decorated with Leebit and BbokAri.

Changbin caught on quickly, his alpha instincts kicking in; he nudged Hyunjin with a barely there gesture. “That’s her, isn’t it?” he murmured, keeping his voice low.

Hyunjin nodded, gaze intense as he watched her stand up to browse the art books. There was a quiet, almost fragile gentleness in her movements that resonated with him, a softness that made him want to know what she was reading, what made her smile.

They all kept their distance, pretending to browse but never letting her leave their sight. For a few minutes, the world felt smaller, quieter, as if the little bookstore was a universe made just for the four of them.

Bang Chan’s heart pounded with restrained excitement, his alpha focus sharpening. He recognized her scent as the one that had haunted every concert city, always just out of reach. Changbin, usually so confident in his presence, found himself rendered speechless by a simple waft of her scent as she passed. Hyunjin, the pack omega, watched her with quiet intensity, memorizing the way the sunlight caught in her hair.

As she left, all three exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. There was no need to speak; the feeling was clear, this was someone they needed to be part of their pack.

Changbin broke the silence first, a smile tugging at his lips. “If we see her again… I want to actually talk to her. I really hope she’s coming to the fan signing.”

Bang Chan agreed, his voice soft but sure. “Me too. She’s felt so far away, but now…”

Hyunjin watched the door, a faint, secret smile curving his lips. “Maybe fate is trying to tell us something.”

As they left the bookstore, the city felt different, brighter, more alive, as though every step was leading them closer to the moment they’d all been waiting for.

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