#meanboys

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒: 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈

Pairing: 3RACHA (Bang Chan x Changbin x Han Jisung) Synopsis: Bang Chan moves from Australia to America, where he faces the challenges of a new school. Changbin and Jisung are there to help him, but the elite group of the school: Minho, Hyunjin and Felix, who are also known as "The Plastics", might like to be friends with Chan as well. Which friendship will win? Will there be something more between him and his new friends? TW: social exclusion, jealousy, queer themes (full tw list in the fic). AN: Hey! This is my first time sharing a fic like this here. I just uploaded the first chapter of Mean Boys on Wattpad. If you like it, feel free to check it out! I’m open to constructive criticism and tips to get better. 💓

There he was. Standing in the cafeteria trying to find Jeongin, his new chemistry partner. "Where is he?" He couldn't even send a message because he didn't know the boy's number.

Bang Chan started walking through the cafeteria, trying to find a spot to sit. But everyone would just side eye him and close all the available spots.

He sighed, moving from Australia to America wasn't being really easy, people would joke and laugh at his accent and no one wanted to give a chance for his friendship. Thinking about this, his eyes started wetering, the only one that talked to him until now was Jeongin, he was very friendly and they became friends almost instantly, he was desperately trying to find the same boy to sit with during lunch break.

He blinked twice to prevent himself from tearing up, it would be even worse if he started crying in the middle of the hall. Chan had so many friends back in Australia and now everything just disappeared, sometimes he hated his parents for accepting this new job.

"Hey, are you gonna stand there forever, or do you wanna sit with us?" Bangchan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the person in the table at his side. It was a guy with black hair and that looked like an athlete, by his side there was another boy who was really skinny and had cute cheeks. Chan didn't know how to answer, he was even shocked that someone actually spoke to him, so he sat in front of both of them.

"Thanks, my name is Bang Chan"

"I'm Changbin and this is my best friend, Jisung"

"Nice to meet you!" Chan said, and now he could see the details of both more closely, he noticed that when Jisung was eating his cheeks puffed out adorably.

He chuckled. "You look like a squirrel when you eat."

Jisung looked up, making eye contact with Chan, his cheeks flushing a light pink with that comment. Usually, Han didn't like when Changbin invited other people to lunch with them, because he's socially awkward and maybe he had a little bit of jealousy of his best friend, but he would never say that out loud. But this time was different, Chan seemed different, he had a good physique and his smile was really warm, he really wanted to get to know him more, but he needed more time to process all of this.

As if sensing Jisung's discomfort, Changbin answered for him:

"Right?! He's such a cutie! And sorry if Jisung doesn't talk much, he's almost too gay to function!"

The new boy chuckled at the inside joke. But Jisung wasn't laughing. He didn't like that Changbin was already giving this handsome stranger the wrong impression.

"Binnie! That's not something you tell people you just met!"

Changbin's jaw fell to the ground, he was shocked. Jisung never corrected him like that. He didn't seem bothered at all by Chan's presence?

"Hi, my name is Han Jisung! Don't mind my best friend, he likes to make up stuff." Jisung said with a soft chuckle.

Changbin looked even more confused, but eventually spoke up. "What? That's our thing! I always say that!"

Chan chuckled as he watched their banter, he was really amazed with their friendship, they were so comfortable together, he couldn't help but want to be part of it.

When things calmed down, Changbin spoke up again "Your accent's a little different. Are you British?"

"Changbin! That's not a British accent! My accent's British! But his is totally different from mine!" "They sound the same to me!"

Chan chuckled, "Yes, I'm Australian, I just moved to America with my family!"

Han's eyes light up. "Wow, that's amazing!"

They talked for a little bit more about Australia and then exchanged their numbers. They were finishing their meals when Chan's phone screen lit up with a notification, a DM from Jeongin.

'Hey, it's Jeongin! Your new chemestry partner. It was really fun today! I think we'll be really great friends :)'

Chan was smiling at his message and answered it right away. 'Hey! Yeah, I hope to see you more often!'

"What is it?" Jisung asked and only then Chan realized how stupid he must be looking like.

"Ah, my chemistry partner just texted me." He said with a smile on his face, but Jisung didn't seem to like it that much. Because that meant that he and Changbin weren't his only friends. They weren't the only ones.

Changbin noticed Jisung's shift in mood and quickly changed the subject. "Anyway! Chan, lemme see your class schedule to check if we have something together."

Chan nodded with a bright smile and handed him the paper. "OH MY GOD. We have PE together!"

Jisung brightened, couldn't help but smile. "That's awesome!"

He didn't even like PE, but if he got to spend more time with them, it was worth it.

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑜: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃

Pairing: 3RACHA (Bang Chan x Changbin x Han Jisung) Synopsis: When Bang Chan moves from Australia to an American high school, he’s thrown into a world of popularity games, unspoken rules, and dangerous friendships. With Changbin and Jisung by his side, he tries to survive... until the Plastics decide they want him too. Between loyalty, ambition, and feelings that blur the line between friendship and something more, Chan must decide where he truly belongs. TW: social exclusion, bullying, verbal harassment, teen angst, queer themes, power imbalance (additional content warnings may be added as the story progresses). AN: hey! this is a preview of chapter two of Mean Boys a Stray Kids fic inspired by Mean Girls. If you enjoy it, the full chapters are available on wattpad & ao3 💗

After class, Jisung rushed through the school, looking for the coach of the cheerleading team, this plan needed to work. He was almost 100% sure that Changbin would invite Chan to the basketball team and he didn't want to be left out, but he was a massive mess in sports with balls: soccer, basketball, dodgeball... The only thing he could catch was feelings.

He ran into the gym and found the teacher responsible. "Hello Jisung, what brings you here?"

"Hey coach, can I join the cheerleading team?" He asked, feeling a bit out of breath after running through the school.

"You do know this is a female team, right?". The teacher asked, "If you join, would you be able to lift the girls?" For him, the only way to have boys on the team was if they used their strength, which Jisung didn't seem to have a lot.

"Uh... I'm not sure... What if I found a few other guys and started a male cheer squad?"

The coach seemed to consider his offer for a while before answering. "Okay, you can. But you have to bring at least four more boys until next week."

Jisung smiled happily and spoke up, clearly excited and grateful at the same time. "Thank you teacher! I won't disappoint you!", he said before running out of the gym just like he entered, he didn't know how he'd find all these boys since he's not the most extroverted person in the world, but he at least had to try.

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Next morning, Jisung arrived at school earlier than usual, bringing a huge pile of pink, glittery handmade posters in his arms, carefully lettered with the words "Male Cheerleading Squad Recruitment" in his own handwriting. He had spent almost the entire night working on them, rewriting the title over and over until it looked just right.

With a nervous but determined attitude, he started pinning them all over the school walls. The glitter kept sticking to his fingers, no matter how much he tried to brush it off.

That was until he saw them. The Plastics were walking toward him.

Jisung froze, quickly trying to hide the posters, pressing them instinctively to his chest. But it was too late, Minho had already noticed.

He stopped right in front of Jisung with a devilish curling on his lips.

"What are you trying to hide?" Minho asked, eyes flicking to the pink papers. He didn't wait for an answer, already grabbing the stack from Jisung's arms. Jisung let out a soft gasp, his hands already shaking around the posters, his cheeks burning as Minho snatched one of them free.

Minho burst out laughing. "A male cheer squad? Are you nine?"

Jisung didn't answer. The words stuck in his throat, his face burning with shame. He just wished the floor would swallow him whole.

"Stop acting like a girl and grow up." Minho said harshly. He crumpled the poster in his hand and tossed it onto the floor before walking away, Felix and Hyunjin following him down the hall.

"Hey, bro... that was rude." Felix muttered.

"A cheer squad could actually be fun..." Hyunjin added, pouting slightly.

Minho scoffed, not slowing his pace. "Don't even think about it."

Once they were gone, Jisung sank to the floor, his chest tight. He quickly picked up the crumpled poster, his hands still shaking, blinking back tears. He took a deep breath, smoothing the paper as best as he could before standing up and going back to work, even if his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

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Hoy en día los rituales de manifestación nos dicen que si aparecen personas de tu pasado es a causa de:

Mercurio retrogrado

Tu siendo un estupido que no deja atras algo

El otro día, caminando con mi mamá y haciendo unas cosas, me pareció encontrarme a la distancia con un recuerdo gracioso pero triste de mi pasado, el chico que me gustó durante toda la secundaria.

Ahora, estaba navegando por twitter (que mrd es eso de X) y me acordé de este chico, busqué su perfil y lo encontré

¿Es en serio? Pasaron 9 años

A veces me pregunto, si llego a encontrarme cara a cara con él en algún momento de mi vida ¿aún sentiría algo?

Por ahora, puedo decir completamente que NO. En un periodo después de haber terminado la escuela, podría haber dicho que sí. Gracias a Dios o cualquier entidad eso cambió.

Y viendo en retrospectiva, no puedo creer haber estado "enamorada" de alguién como él. Demasiado misogino o cringy para ser verdad (su actitud y las cosas asquerosas que publica).

Mis amigas años después me decían que si hubiera terminado de alguna forma con él, probablemente hubiera sufrido por su actitud o me hubiera engañado muchas veces y probablemente mi salud mental emocional estaría mas quebrada de lo que tal vez estuvo o está.

Ahora, años después puedo decir que aunque siga soltera, agradezco no haber terminado con alguien como él o con él. Probablemente, luego de mucha terapia me podría haber reido de su actitud o haber hecho alguna broma.

Cuando llegamos a la adultez descubrimos que las personas que admirabamos, son simplemente humanos asquerosos.

Funfact: In my fic Mean Boys, I play a lot with social critique, not just about popularity, but also about power and gender norms.

The same behavior can be seen as “cool” or “wrong” depending entirely on who is doing it.

When the Plastics break the rules, it’s seen as cool or iconic.

When someone else does the same thing, it suddenly becomes “wrong".

Popularity decides what’s acceptable and who gets punished.

But will that change…? 👀

A small snippet from Mean Boys (3RACHA) – Chapter 2: The Plan (#WIPWednesday)

Next morning, Jisung arrived at school earlier than usual, bringing a huge pile of pink, glittery handmade posters in his arms, carefully lettered with the words "Male Cheerleading Squad Recruitment" in his own handwriting. He had spent almost the entire night working on them, rewriting the title over and over until it looked just right.

With a nervous but determined attitude, he started pinning them all over the school walls. The glitter kept sticking to his fingers, no matter how much he tried to brush it off. That was until he saw them. The Plastics were walking toward him.

Things are about to get very pink… and very messy 💗✨