Sherri

so for those who don't know what the fuck is happening:

chan is being bullied on Twitter. yeah that's a good summary. people are sending death threats to him AND his family and it's not ok. people also are calling him a pedophile because of the daddy and babygirl situation. bitch that was last year. daddy and babygirl are also used in family settings. stays are like my family, and I'm proud to call every stay my brother or sister. chan is like a father figure to me because my dad is non-existent. the point is: NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE FUCKING SEXUALIZED.

another thing that disgusts me is that people are just jumping onto the hate bandwagon and spreading false rumors about chan. they even took the song 42 by 3racha, a song chan poured his feelings about suicide into, as a joke. Twitter is using 42 as a joke. IS SOMEONE'S MENTAL HEALTH A FUCKING JOKE TO YOU??

even through all this, chan holds a vlive every week for stays to comfort them. shouldn't we return the favor? chan had done so much for us, and he really is one of the most precious people on earth. here are even some of his quotes to prove it:

"with the sunlight, there has to be rain sometimes, right? even in life, I feel like not everything can be good, and there needs to be sometimes a part where we go down for a bit . . . in order to go up! what's really funny is right before we came onto today's stage . . . the rain stopped! and it was really sunny. so the moment I realized, that is the time I realized, stay! you guys are our sunshine!"

"I just wanna say that it's always ok to come to us, come to me, come to stray kids and tell us how you fell. tell us what you're feeling, 'cause we have ears to listen to you. we will listen to you guys and no matter what, we will try to help out with what you're going through."

"does anyone have a hard time with acceptance or appreciation? don't worry about it. do what you want to do. there'll be people who'll accept you. everyone is different."

"doesnt matter how old you are, doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl, or whatever you choose to be, doesn't matter where you are from, everyone is welcome in our special district."

bang chan saved my life. now is the time we prove to the world who he really is, and show them the truth. do not hate on the people saying these things, not because chan says we're better than them or because he's scary when he's mad, but because they're suffering. people spread hate to make themselves feel better. I know. I've been a bully before. it hurts inside and that is why a bully spreads hate. as stays, it is our responsibility to counteract this hate. not with more hate, because that's bad and chan would get mad at us. what we should be doing, is supporting chan throughout all this without spreading any hate. as stays, we should spread love. the bullies are suffering, let them see the light, the true light, that bang chan brings to stays and to the world.

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD, YOU MAKE STAY, STAY.

“they were all up on each other, lips on neck and his fucking hands on her ass, god!” you cried, body shaking with painful weeps that jaemin didn’t know what to say.

his fingers threaded through your hair gently, providing little to no comfort to the hurt you were feeling at the moment—jaemin’s heart hurt with yours, but he didn’t experience enough to provide you with advice that would help you during this time.

jaemin’s never had a girlfriend despite his good looks; he never felt that cheating feeling, only ever getting mad at the lies his friends sometimes told. they made up, everything is good, but he never had his heart ache like yours was now. he couldn’t count the amount of times he’d opened his mouth and closed it a second later because he wasn’t sure of what to mutter as your tears soaked his button up shirt.

the male stayed quietly through your choked sobs in the quiet night with small nods of your repeated question of ‘could you stay for the night?’ and only having had mumbled occasional ‘it’s okay’s throughout your breakdown. when he lays you down gently onto your bed after convincing you to take a shower and brush your teeth, he lays a small kiss on your forehead and hopes it least lessens the weight on your heart, as little as it may be.

it’s then when jaemin realises the reason why he never fulfilled anyone pursuing him was because he hoped your heart would be his, but of course, his flirtatious gestures always went over your head, and even more so when you started talking to your now ex-boyfriend. his fingers curl into his palm, the pads of his thumb and forefinger brushing against each other in hesitation in leaving before he picks up his sinking heart and walks out of your room to sleep on the couch.

11:41am

“Jeno!” You call out when you see his mop of newly dyed brown hair walk out of the locker room. He and some of his friends turn around at your voice; you wave to get his attention, a shy smile on your lips. Jeno’s heart skips a beat when he sees you, his eyes can’t help but turn into hearts for you as you wave him over. He doesn’t even notice his friends’ teasing as he walks towards you, sending them a distracted “I’ll be on the court soon.”

“Hi,” You say gently as Jeno approaches you. He has his practice gear on, a basketball tucked neatly between his side and his arm, and a wide smile on his face. If there’s one that you think Jeno could use to get anyone’s attention, it’s the smile that he always keeps on his face; genuine and kind and innocent.

“Hi.” He didn’t mean to stumble over such a small and simple word, but his stutter makes him look away from you temporarily, his gaze always coming back to the inescapable you.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want me distracting you before practice, but I wanted to give you these notes from Biology.” You hand over some pieces of paper, neatly stapled in the corner with “For Jeno :)” written across the top in your pretty handwriting. Jeno takes the notes with his free hand, his heart skipping a beat when your fingers brush for a quick moment.

“You’re not bothering me.” Jeno reassures; ‘you could never bother me.’ “Weren’t we going to study tonight?” He asks, tilting his head like a perplexed dog.

“I got called into work. I would tell them I already have plans, but this was unavoidable.” You frown, “I’m sorry for the late notice.” Jeno shakes his head, another smile brightening his features.

“It’s no big deal. Your notes are the best so It’ll be an easy study.” For a split second, Jeno thinks he might’ve gone overboard on the compliment, but the humble smile you give him makes his moment of confidence worth it.

“You’re too much for me sometimes.” You laugh, “Either way, I still want to spend some time with you…” You trail off.

Jeno’s heart thuds in his chest, feeling like it’s shaking him to the core. Could this be it? Could you be asking him out right here, right now? Oh no, what’ll he say? Of course he’ll say yes, but he can’t sound too excited or he’ll never relieve himself of the embarrassment but he also can’t sound bored because then you’ll think-

“Babe!” A loud, high-pitched voice calls from behind Jeno, making him lose his train of thought. You look over his shoulder to see Donghyuck skipping over to you two, his hair bouncing and a large grin on his face. He pushes past Jeno, making him drop his ball and slightly pushing him into the wall. He tackles you into a hug, you share some laughter before turning back to Jeno with Donghyuck’s arm around your shoulders. Your smile seems brighter, you look like you fit into his side perfectly and it makes Jeno’s smile turn sour.

“Like I was saying,” You can’t stop smiling like a fool, and Jeno doesn’t know whether to be happy or annoyed, “I still want to spend some time with you after the study session Thursday night. Do you still not understand cellular reproduction?” You ask, wrapping your arm comfortably around Donghyuck’s waist.

“No,” Jeno tries to pick his smile back up off of the floor where Donghyuck pushed it off of him, but he’s sure he doesn’t look the same as before, “I don’t understand it yet.” You nod, saying something about staying for an extra 30 minutes on Thursday to help explain.

“Man, maybe I should get some tutoring if that’s all it takes to spend time with you.” Donghyuck teases, squeezing your shoulders to press you into his side some more.

Sunrise | Johnny Social Media AU | Masterlist No. Moon y/n is not in love with one of the university night time radio hosts. It’s just a crush! … kinda… But he’s not interested! … probably.

au: ghost!johnny x medium!reader (any gender)

summary: in which you can see spirits, including a pesky one that won’t leave you alone for some reason (pt. 1)

a/n: due to a request and my own ambition, a second part was made >:) ty @mickeyandkassie and sorry it took me forever 😔 

the past 2 months was like a dream, the kind of dream where you’d wake up grinning ear to ear and wishing you were still asleep 

except you woke up in johnny’s arms every morning

after that night on the rooftop, you guys become almost inseparable, both fearing that the day you’re together could be your last

he’d plan dates as best as he could but you did all the driving of course

diamond dragons

jaehyun

the head of the diamond dragons, as the only child of the prestigious and almost obnoxiously rich jung household it was only right that he take over as the new and young leader

he grew up with most things being handed to him on a silver platter - but spoiling him didn’t make him less calculating or smart

he likes consistency and is fiercely rigid about social order - that being said, if someone who doesn’t even have the status to be able to look in jaehyun’s eyes as much as raises their voice or hand against him

with a snap of his wrist, he’ll crush their entire existence

so you can see, not many people choose to test their limits

he becomes known as a silent and cutthroat businessman, his family’s ties and his ability in finding only the best, most qualified people to work for him has allowed him to build a gambling empire 

sitting on the boards of famous hotels and casinos

and when things don’t go exactly his way - well he has other members of the diamond dragons take care of that for him

he just blinks  or tilts his head and that’s enough for his men to know their job

quite frankly, you don’t know how you ended up in a position like this - you had just finished your shift as the nightly poker dealer and were going to head home

when a sleek, long black car had pulled its way directly in front of you

you brace yourself, digging around in your purse for your keys because you’ve seen this in movies - you need to at least defend yourself

but then to your shock, the keys falling from your hand - the window rolls down and you see 

jung jaehyun

“you’re the dealer from table 127, right?”

unable to speak - seeing someone so glamorous, so rich up close - you nod

the driver suddenly hurries around from his seat and opens the door of the car

jaehyun steps out, tall and glorious, the suit he’s wearing is made of silk and the cut between the lapels is deep - showing the beautiful and clean skin underneath it

you also make out the peek of something dark on the dip of his left collarbone

it’s the dragon tattoo everyone in seoul knows he has

“i’d like you to quit your job and work for me.”

he leans down a little - your eyes suddenly drawn to his own

a smile unfurls on his lips when he sees the shock of his proposition seep into your expression

“why?”

“let’s just say i have a soft spot for dealers, it’s the uniform. it turns me on.”

he chuckles, the sound low in the back of his throat as he toys with a strand of your hair and lets his hand settle on the bright red vest you wear for work

with that he turns and disappears into the shadow of his car, the driver rushes to close it and then turns to you with his hand extended

in it is a playing card, you see a “J” and think it’s the joker, but it’s actually not a card at all.

in the center where there should be an ace or a spade, is a curled dragon and the contact number jung jaehyun

you want to ask - exactly what does this job entail? but the car curves left and out of sight 

the spot on you where jaehyun had touched sears a little

something tells you he’s had his eye on you for a while.

taeyong

a martial arts specialist, trained since before he could fully walk a straight line

he has two major interests: perfecting his technique and lace

he is a very very very big fan of lace

for someone who knows over three hundred ways to break bones - he craves and adores soft, beautiful things

people assume it’s because he himself is basically ethereal - that he wants to emulate it in his lifestyle

but really he just thinks there’s power in in it - no one ever said you had to knock someone out in bloody, dirty clothes

he agreed to be a part of diamond dragons partially because he respects jaehyun’s meticulous commitment to fine aestheticism 

but also because beautiful things aren’t cheap 

now he’s jaehyun’s main source of protection - quietly appearing in the shadows when jaehyun is threatened and taking care of “problems” without leaving a mess

he’s always dressed in white silks, lace collars and even lace ribbons on his arms and fingers and even in his hair

some members nicknamed him an angel of death because to be hurt by something so beautiful,,,,,,can’t be all that bad

you know taeyong, not as a member of the diamond dragons, but because he’s a customer of yours

you work with all the fabrics he adores, so when he needs tailoring he  comes to you - always wearing something gorgeous and insanely expensive

long fingers adorned in jewels, yellow-brown eyes hidden behind blonde strands of hair

he claims no one else can tailor like you do - you treat the fabric with such care

it flusters you to be complimented by someone like him, but you never think twice about a man so polite and gentle

not until taeyong happens upon your shop in the middle of a robbery

and you frighteningly back up into a corner as a figure looms over you - money clutched in hand and wicked eyes

you think something bad is bound to happen until suddenly - the figures head is gone

you look up to see taeyong

his leg outstretched in a perfect high-kick, one angry flash of silver in his eyes 

it takes you a moment to put things together - to understand what kind of force it takes for someone to do that

taeyong calmly straightens back out and steps over the slumped body

he takes your hand in his, still as gentle as ever and smiles

“i’ll make sure this goes away, now tell me - did you finish that order of mine?”

you cant breath for a second

his beauty had turned ravenous for a second - and yet, you aren’t horrified by it

instead the impact has somewhat enchanted you

you simply nod, leading him over to your work desk

the two of you ignoring the rolls of money that have fanned out on the floor  

when you tilt your head to look over, taeyong pulls your chin toward him and he says it again

“ill make sure this goes away.” 

yuta

a one shot fireball 

some people have perfect pitch, he has perfect aim 

any weapon, any size, any power - drop it into his hands and he’ll know what to do with it 

and how to do it perfectly

yuta used to enjoy traveling alone, a sort of transit lifestyle that let him do and see whatever he wanted

much to the shock of many of jaehyun’s companions, hiring yuta was kind of out there

he was closer to a street banger than the refined masters jaehyun had a preference for

but yuta didn’t care about the stuck-up opinions some people had about him

it had been simple, jaehyun had bumped into him at a gala where he was attending as a guest and yuta had been hired to take care of a festering problem known as a corrupt governor who was also in attendance

jaehyun had sat back with his glass of wine, watching yuta do his work

even in a packed ballroom of people - he had got his mark - and then had calmly turned on his heel and disappeared

jaehyun had found him, of course, and had offered a position with the golden dragons

yuta had laughed at it, he wasn’t going to be a second hand call dog to some rich boy with a taste for refinement 

but the money and the possibilities jaehyun spoke of had turned his tide

even though doyoung would scrunch his nose up when yuta strolled into meetings in less than appropriate attire or playfully twirled explosives in his hand 

he was a true golden dragon now, he even had a small symbol tattooed behind his ear to show solidarity 

you are the child of an extremely powerful casino owner, and therefore jaehyun knows and is acquainted with your family

the problem is - your father refuses to work with jaehyun on a certain amount of issues

yuta doesn’t think much when the order comes down and he gets himself ready for the job

your family is going out to dinner as usual, and yuta strolls through the restaurant and your table where you and your father are laughing

he sees the target - but something causes him to stop

your smile is so vibrant, shimmering with a kind of light he’s never seen before

you briefly glance up at the awkward, but handsome man but then refocus on your father

yuta takes his seat and stares down into the perfectly white plate - what he has hidden in the pocket of his jacket now feels heavy and unfamiliar

a sensation so new and obtuse to him that when he fishes it out

taking a second to line up his shot - the trigger feels wrong

the room disappears and like tunnel vision he sees you

usually he looks at people through crosshairs - yet something soft glows around you

once again you turn your head a little and catch his eye

a pretty smile accompanies it and yuta grinds his teeth

when he lines up the shot again - something happens that’s never happened before

he misses

the bullet ricochets to the left, hitting the wall to the kitchen

a flurry of panic breaks out and you get up, hand on your fathers back 

yuta sees you one last time before he’s getting up too

a small voice reminds him that jaehyun will not be pleased

but yuta can only think

fuck jaehyun. i need to go toward them, i need to go toward that light.

doyoung

the famous lightening thief, whose reputation comes from being able to steal anything from anyone

and not petty grabs like cars or wallets or whatever

his repertoire includes everything from art museums to royal family homes to top corporations 

if you want it - and you can pay the price for it - kim doyoung can get it

the police have made disgruntled points about his hands being kissed by midas or something, considering he’s never left fingerprints anywhere so they can’t tie him to the crimes

but it’s public knowledge that paintings and sculptures hanging in the homes of the affluent got there somehow

and that folders upon folders of incriminating evidence against powerful and corrupt ceos had to come from somewhere

his broad web of connections and perfect organization has made him a vital part of many rich families business

but he particularly enjoys working for the diamond dragons because the commission fee he gets is triple what he usually sees

and jaehyun’s missions for him always test his mathematical brain

he does, in fact, have one thing he can’t steal 

and it’s tortured him for years

watching you work for jaehyun’s most despised rivals - the ragtag group that calls themselves the golden tigers 

you’re the close confident of their leader, mark lee, and although doyoung has figured out enough to understand that you are nothing more to mark lee than a friend

there’s something about that closeness that doyoung craves 

and so whenever jaehyun comes in contact with them, doyoung makes himself there 

he watches you, wearing the thick leather jacket with the prowling golden tigers climbing up both sleeves

your eyes are always on mark or jaehyun, and doyoung looks at you past the frames of his glasses

no one has ever been more beautiful and more unattainable ,,,,,,,, he’s thought of multiple ways to get you to be his

but all of them are dark and horrible - unacceptable 

doyoung swallows when he sees you approach at mark’s side, your hand settles on his hand and mark whispers something to you

doyoung doesn’t understand - why doesn’t jaehyun just take care of this group of children, he could spare you and let doyoung-

suddenly something turns the blood in doyoung’s blood freeze over

your eyes, linger on him, they start from his face and travel downward

you’re scoping him out - you’ve never done that

doyoung’s shoulders tighten, his lips thin and he can’t help but feel the heat of your stare 

he’d dream of the day you noticed him, but he could have never imagined it would feel like this 

he meets your gaze and the side of your mouth twitches into a small smile - a secret smile - it causes him to step back

a couple of the members throw glances at him, but doyoung’s mind nearly breaks

what did that mean? why are you finally look back at him?

jaehyun moves taeyong and yuta in front of him and mark calls upon on haechan and jungwoo

you lurk back into the shadows and doyoung knows its against his better judgement but he does too

while everything breaks out into hell - he watches you slip away and this time he doesn’t want you to go

he chases after you and falls right into your trap - he feels your hand against his back

“have you always had a soft spot for me? sorry it took me so long to notice”

you say, your voice like a goddesses hymn. 

doyoung wants to say something, but everything suddenly dims. 

golden tigers

mark

break it till you make it kind of mentality, from a hard working family that lost it all because of evil people in power (most likely because of something jaehyun’s family did - but that’s too deep in the lore for now)

he’s been making his own money and helping out friends since he can remember 

and even though he looks like the most gentle, kind boy and he is - when you’ve been training to protect those you love your whole life

you can grow a tougher skin

and at some point it clicks for mark that he doesn’t have to sit around and do nothing - he can actively stop the people who hurt others for their own gain

and that’s kind of the whole reason behind the golden tigers

that and mark’s always felt an affinity for the animal, his mom used to call him little cub

and when he wants to be - mark can be ferocious, especially when it comes to jung jaehyun

who resembles everything mark hates, and jaehyun doesn’t fancy mark either - seeing him as one of those people whose social status just doesn’t match up

you’re mark’s childhood bestfriend whose seen firsthand how hard mark has fought for everything

how he’s taken the things the rich have done to the people of his community and reversed it

a lot of people owe debts to the jungs in your neighborhood, your older brother being one of them and on numerous occasions mark and the golden tigers have saved his and your life

you hate to fall into the cliche, but you think you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember

so watching him wear himself out - worrying about everyone else but himself - it’s made you anxious

you find him slumped over in an alley one night, dropping your bags of groceries to run over to him

a small drip of blood streamlines down his lip and he explains that he’s fine

but you can tell he’s been jumped - probably by one of those underlings for the diamond dragons

you help him back to your home and mark starts insisting that he go, that he leave

and for once you stop him - hand on his, still bandaged from when he broke it the week before

“mark lee, you can be a fierce tiger and fighter and protector - but have you ever thought about protecting yourself?”

he falters at your sudden straightforwardness

“i protect myself-”

“well! that’s not good enough. from now on, im your protector.”

you lean up to wipe the blood away with your sleeve and drag him with any force needed into your home so you can make sure he’s really alright

but thankfully mark kind of falls into step behind you easily

this side of you new, but inviting in some kind of mysterious way

“do-do you want to be a part of the golden tigers?”

he asks when you’re standing in front of him with wads of cotton, and hot tea on the counter

“i thought i already was - mark lee, you’ve bleed on my carpet like a billion times.”

mark laughs a little and his hand comes shyly to rest on your waist

he admits it now. you’ve always been there for him too.

but right now you just look so much more beautiful than all those times before,,,,,,,,,,,,,he can’t really explain why.

haechan

particularly skilled interrogator - he has a keen sense of reading people and fishing out their weaknesses

its not to say that he enjoys psychological games as much as he’s natured to be insanely good at them

he says he’s not a golden tiger, but he is - probably more than anyone else 

because he understands mark and when he isn’t pretending like he’s not interested in this whole vigilantism

he too doesn’t particularly have a good history with the powerful

which is why maybe,,,,,,,,,it is sometimes to watch them squirm

with nothing but words

he does adore the other members as well, especially taeil who haechan thinks is just the most entertaining person in the world

he describes him as a matrix - his personality and his skill set just do. not. make. sense. 

haechan loves it! 

you’re actually a student at the university haechan attends, because as much as he is a golden tiger - he still wants to do something outside of the group for himself

you, of course have no idea about his affiliations, but boy do you and haechan get into it

he nitpicks at things and you argue that that’s not the right way to get to someone

he always points out it is the right way to get on your last nerve though

everyone in the room can feel the tension between you two, the whole will they won’t they

and haechan’ wont lie - it’s nice to tease someone not because you need their information to help save others or to destroy the plans of someone evil

but simply because you like their reaction

but one day, haechan realizes hes let you in too close

because as you’re walking with him to the bus stop - a group of figures spots him and spots you

they don’t approach, but haechan can tell they’ve taken note of you and it makes his blood cold

“hey, can i make sure you get home today?”

“oh - are you being nice to me now for some sort of reverse psycholog-”

haechan sees the dragon tattoo on one of the men’s necks, he swallows and steers you in the opposite direction

“no im not playing, just let me make sure you get home.”

“haechan c’mon im not gonna-”

you start, but something in haechan’s eyes dims and you look around and see that there are other people staring

“haechan,,,,,,what is going on?”

you whisper and he thinks quickly, reading their body language and nodding at you

“run.”

“what?”

“run. now.”

haechan and you end up sprinting through the winding streets, you’re too scared to look back and see who is following you, but when you finally do

haechan just grabs your hand and tugs you after him

once he thinks you’re somewhere safe, he doesn’t let your hand go

you look at him - eyes wide - he thinks, oh fuck i can’t let those guys get to them now

“haechan-”

“i know. i’ll explain everything.”

jungwoo

model turned casual member of golden tigers

he used to be straight onto a path of stardom and money, his pretty face and long lithe figure had made him quite popular for magazines and runway

but that kind of life came with so much loneliness and sadness that one day he just up and quit

he had met mark only a week later, after spectacularly failing an interview at a local coffee shop whilst also dodging unwanted attention from several of the patrons

mark had thought it was odd, the way someone could be so easygoing and still ward off the bad things around them

jungwoo had asked to sit at mark’s table and the two had talked, by the end of it mark had said if jungwoo needed anything he could come to him

and jungwoo didn’t need anything per say

but he did have something to offer

“im agile, im tall, and i can pretty much perfectly blend in with the kind of people you’re fighting. don’t you think i’d be useful?”

now he sports the golden tigers jacket, spends days flimsying around taeil’s makeshift basement lab

and hovering over haechan’s shoulder when he’s doing schoolwork

but it’s true - he’s on several occasions been able to get into the hotels the jungs have a hand in and has picked up anyone of interest to be interviewed and taken care of, if need be, by the other members

you’re supposed to be charmed by jungwoo because it seems like you have information on jaehyun

but instead of you being too charmed by anyone - you just seem just as obliviously beautiful as jungwoo 

when he starts talking to you, you stare long and hard and then pick an eyelash from his cheek

“you should make a wish.”

jungwoo hasn’t heard that in years

but he happily obliges

when he asks you about jaehyun again you sort of deflate a little, the whimsical sparkle of your eyes dims

“i don’t know much about him, i don’t quite think i really ever want to know much about him.”

something clicks in jungwoo’s head and he asks you if you want to ditch the event you’re both at

you agree, wholeheartedly - thinking you two might run off for a midnight stroll or a stop to eat

instead you find yourself in front of mark lee and other golden tigers, but not for the interrogation they thought would happen

“i think you should let them join.”

jungwoo insists and haechan mutters that you can’t just let everyone jungwoo has a crush on join to mark

but mark sees something in you that he sees in jungwoo

when you ask if this is a gang, mark laughs and shakes his head

“no, that jung family is gang. we’re just trying to help.”

jungwoo gives you an enthusiastic nod - you don’t really know why but there’s a sense of trust you feel with these people

none of them are wearing those masks you’re so used to on the faces of the elite

you agree to see if you can be of any help and jungwoo shrugs off the jacket he’s wearing

 the one with tigers on the sleeve

“it’s getting cold, plus you’ll have one just like it soon.”

you accept with a blush and haechan groans about how flirting isn’t supposed to be allowed! 

taeil

scientist

but like a little crazy

but like he has no funds or an actual laboratory so he makes experiments in his basement 

and almost blew up the apartment building down the street because of it - but like seriously it wasn’t on purpose he just spilled some stuff into some other stuff and it was weird

mark knows him because he actually used to work for jaehyun, the moon family is pretty infamous for being doctors and phd researchers

and taeil’s happened to be in chemistry - which is always a fun thing to have if you want to run a deadly operation

he left for unknown reasons - he left way before mark’s name had ever been uttered to jaehyun

and even though doyoung, jaehyun’s own private information thief, had been trying to find him for a while now

taeil had the help of the golden tigers to keep him on the fringes

which is why, from time to time, he likes to help them out as well

jungwoo and haechan both really have come to like him - mark likes him too and all, but those three somehow know how to have fun together

taeil’s favorite thing to experiment with is acidity, he likes making poisons and acids that can destroy things

and sometimes his own clothes (and even skin) pay the price - but that mans pain tolerance is so high he could probably be shocked by lightening twice and be standing

you’re one of the people who lives in the building beside taeil’s and you always hang around the back lot where the stray cats are

one is your ultimate favorite - a chubby black cat with one eye who you’ve named bruce - one day you see bruce pawing at the basement window of the other building so you go to see whats up and almost jump back when you see a person

his eyes shift from you to the cat and the window suddnly opens

he pushes forward a can of cat food - but you stare at it questioningly

“i didn’t poison it.”

he says

“,,,,,,,,,,who are you?”

“im taeil.”

“do you live down there?”

“you could say so.”

you watch as bruce shuffles toward the food and meows gleefully

“is he yours? i thought he was a stray?”

the voice asks and you shake your head

“he is. ive also been feeding him,,,,,,,,,,hey - whats that smell coming down from there?”

“oh nothing.”

the man smiles and you think it’s a little suspicious - but people are weird - and if he’s been helping the cat he can’t be all that bad

you notice a mark on his hand when he reaches out to move the can, it looks like the end of a dragons tail but you don’t say anything

he meets your gaze and waves a small tiny goodbye

before he closes the window for good he says something weird

“i could though.”

“hmm?”

“i could make a poison out of that.”

the window shuts and you sort of stay crouched, confused

bruce looks fine though and you follow him back out onto the street 

when you return, there’s a curtain in the window

huh, maybe ill see him again. but what’s all that about poison?

taeil hums to himself as he continues working and then stops

“ah, i shouldn’t have said that to them. probably not cute to flirt with my knowledge of deadly chemicals.” 

wild card

johnny

he was supposed to grow up in a monastery and be a man of belief ,,,,,,,,,,, but things happened

and now he’s extremely good at just about everything both the golden tigers and the diamond dragons would want in a member

problem is - he doesn’t feel solidarity toward either of them

because he doesn’t know the answer

is life about money or is it about helping others instead of yourself?

that’s a little to ethically on the nose for him

instead he likes to play both sides

jaehyun’s all about the gambling business - mark’s all about bringing those debt collectors down

so every now and then johnny shows up at a poker game or at the doorstep of someone whose running away from the jungs

he dangles his loyalty and then pulls it away, the thrill junkie in him expressed by the loud yellow motorcycle he zips through around town

he knows playing both sides of a card is risky

but he likes it - the adrenaline rush isn’t matched

you figure out what he’s doing pretty quickly, as you are the only person who does have his commitment 

and when he does come home and you splay a hand over the toned plane of his chest

you ask him to stop, just so he’ll be safe

“i will, soon. they’ll both be destroyed.”

“how?”

johnny shrugs, leaning in to brush his lips against yours - he never lets this conversation get too far

but the day comes when both sides figure it out

they’re being played

and jaehyun doesn’t like wild card and mark doesn’t like playing the game all together

so johnny tells you to grab and go to run away with him and from this place

he’ll take you somewhere better and new

you stand on the corner of the street, 3 am and in the dim light

“how will i know you won’t run away from me, how you’re running away from the problems that have caught up to you?”

he steps closer to you - craddling your face in his large hands

“because i would die for you.”

he pulls something from the back of his pocket and places it in your hand

“you don’t have to answer me now, but when you’re ready - i do want to know. will you die for me too?”

johnny turns out to be right, the golden tigers and the diamond dragons will come to destroy each other

you don’t know if the evidence he collected and left at the doorstep of a local precinct helps with that

well anyway, it isn’t your problem anymore - you and johnny have moved on to bigger and better things

[ 54: i can’t keep doing this ] + [ 56: we should run away ]

playlist: runaways - all time low

the prompts

lying on your bed, you found comfort in running your fingers through jeno’s hair.

“and then what?”

“we fought. it was stupid, they’re stupid” he grumbled and let himself hold you tighter, hiding in your chest.

the relationship between jeno and his parents had always been a stormy one. it worried you, the frequency in which they got into arguments and the effect this had on your boyfriend. he would dread the time to get home, and his humor and well-being would be heavily influenced by the troubles arisen there.

“my parents and i were sort of at each other’s throats today as well” you commented, leaving a kiss on his forehead.

“was it the same ‘you can do better than that public school you go to’ discussion as always?”

“yeah. i can’t keep doing this” you confessed, staring at the ceiling. you had been raised in a egocentric household, where your social status defined your values and your self-importance. luckily, you were quick to realize you didn’t share the same beliefs your parents did. defying them from an early age was what helped build your person. they wanted more for you, and you just wanted to feel like a normal teenager.

“we should run away” jeno hastily sat up straight on the bed, you mirroring his movements.

“what?”

“let’s leave this town. we’re both eighteen, we don’t have to put up with this” he held your hands and talked enthusiastically, eyes wide open.

“jeno”

“wouldn’t you like that? never turn around, no matter what they say? you could be yourself, y/n. with me” he got closer to you. “i have savings, and you’re- well. you’re rich. so money won’t be a problem. we grab my car and we go to where the wind takes us”

you couldn’t deny the way your stomach danced in anticipation at the boy’s words, and even if his idea sounded crazy, you were getting worked up, heart pounding in exhilaration.

“okay” you exhaled. “okay” you repeated, this time with a more sure tone. “when?”

“tonight” he gave you an ear-to-ear grin, and you looked at him in surprise. “i'll go back to my place now, pack some bags, we don't need much, and i'll pick you up after midnight. when everyone is asleep”

“what if someone sees us? our families?”

“they won't catch us in the dark” he smiled and joined your lips together, kissing you with something that felt like a mixture of adventure and adrenaline. “i love you”

“i love you so much”

after jeno left your house you said good night to your mom, and stuffed some clothes in a backpack, with a foolish smile that seemed to never stop growing on your face.

your heart left and came back to your chest when you heard some rocks being thrown at your window. you moved towards it, seeing jeno standing under it.

“you could've just texted me, you know”

“the old fashioned way helps build the atmosphere” he smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“i'll be down in a second” you said and hung the bag over your shoulder.

you peeked at the staircase, to see if it was clear, and then went back to close the window. there, you noticed jeno had his arms extended.

“what are you doing?”

“waiting for you to get down”

“i meant the stairs, jeno”

“that's boring. come on, live a little”

your room wasn't that high, just one floor from where the boy was standing. you felt that same rush build in your chest, as you threw the bag next to him. with one leg over the cornice, you viewed this as the first step of you claiming your independence.

you ran with jeno across the front of your house, and your laughs filled the void of the night. you were actually doing this. and it felt great so far. rolling like thunder, burning like stars, they would have to find some other hearts to break. because jeno's and yours were setting free tonight.

you loaded the bags on jeno's car back seats and he stared at you after turning on the engine.

“are you scared?” he asked softly.

“a bit”

“with me you've got nothing to fear” he stated, leaving one last kiss on your lips before putting the pedal to the metal.

and tracing your steps to the great unknown, you believed him.

Requested by: @astronautaeil

WC: 2,046 

Pairing: Taeil x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: In which Taeil saves your birthday by making it the best day ever. Or in which Taeil risks everything for change.

Note: This took me nearly a month : ( but I’m pretty happy with the final product! : D Thank you for requesting and being so patient with me! I really hope you all enjoy this, and please feel free to give me appropriate feedback (even if you didn’t like it!). It might be past your birthday, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!