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: ̗̀➛ CHAN

Chan thought it was cute at first. Adorable, even—how your eyes lit up the second you saw Wolf Chan waddling toward you.

But then you squealed.

Like—full volume. Hands flapping. The kind of squeal he hasn’t heard directed at him in… a while.

And before he could even process it, you were already hugging the mascot—tight.

Like rent was due and Wolf Chan was paying it.

“Chan, look! He’s so soft!” you giggled, squishing the mascot’s cheeks and burying your face in its fluffy chest.

Chan blinked. Slowly.

“…I’m literally right here.”

You didn’t hear him.

You were too busy asking the staff, “Can I take a picture with him? Please please please!”

The staff inside the suit awkwardly nodded, and suddenly you were posing—peace signs, cheek-to-cheek, even doing a heart pose while cooing nonstop.

Chan’s eye twitched.

He walks over, still smiling—but it’s that tight, patient leader smile that hides the growing sulk.

“Y/N,” he says, voice calm. Too calm. “You done… cheating on me?”

You laugh. “It’s just Wolf Chan!”

He leans down slightly, whispering in your ear,

“I am Wolf Chan.”

Cue you freezing mid-squeeze.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah,” he nods, folding his arms and tilting his head. “And I don’t remember getting a hug like that today. Or any kisses. Or cheek squishes.”

Now he’s the one sulking while you panic, trying to hug both of them at once— one arm around the mascot, the other reaching for real Chan.

He gently pries you off the mascot with the most exaggerated pout. “Okay, that’s enough. Wolf Chan has places to be. Important wolf… things.”

Then he pulls you into his own arms, squeezing you tighter than you squeezed the costume. “See? Real Chan hugs are better.”

: ̗̀➛ MINHO

Minho watched the entire thing like it was a crime documentary.

You spotted Leebit and immediately ran—ran—past him without a second glance.

“…Wow,” he muttered, hands in pockets, already judging.

Next thing he knows, you’re standing in front of the mascot, cooing like it’s an actual baby bunny.

“OMG Hi… you’re so cute… look at those little teeth…”

Minho’s eye twitched hard.

Then you hugged Leebit. Not just hugged—squeezed, rocking side to side like you were reuniting with a long-lost child.

Minho inhales sharply through his nose.

“Yah.”

No response.

You’re now asking the staff, “Can I take a picture with him? He looks so soft!”

Minho walks over, taps your shoulder with one finger.

“Am I invisible today?”

You blink up at him innocently. “…No?”

“Then why are you acting like I don’t exist and flirting with a giant rabbit?”

You laugh. “It’s you!”

He deadpans. “Clearly not enough if the costume version gets better treatment.”

Then he grabs your wrist, pulls you to him smoothly, and without warning—wraps his arms around you from behind, locking you in place.

“Take a picture of this instead,” he tells the staff, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Now he’s the one clinging like a possessive cat.

And Leebit is just… standing there, awkwardly waving one paw.

“…You’re jealous of yourself,” you whisper, trying not to laugh.

“I’m jealous of your suddenly very low standards,” he replies, tightening his hold.

: ̗̀➛ CHANGBIN

You saw Dwaekki and immediately yelled, “MY BABYYYYYY!”

Changbin nearly choked on his protein drink.

“Your what?”

Too late. You were already hugging Dwaekki, squishing his round plush cheeks like fresh dough and rocking him side to side.

“Look at his little face!! I can’t—he’s so cute I might actually cry!”

Changbin puts a hand on his chest, offended.

“…I make you cry too. Usually from laughing at my raps.”

You ignore him completely, now posing with Dwaekki—feeding him a fake snack, making the staff inside pretend to munch happily.

Changbin watches in pure disbelief.

“…So this is what I’ve been replaced with. A chubby pig-rabbit.”

He marches over, dramatically crossing his arms beside you.

“Y/N, remember when I wrote songs for you? When I rapped with passion? When I let you squish my real cheeks?”

You shove Dwaekki toward him with a grin. “Take a picture with us!”

He freezes.

“…Us?”

“Yes! Family pic!”

He sighs, completely defeated… but still pouts the entire time he poses, flexing one arm while side-eyeing the mascot.

Then he starts scooping you up in a bridal carry while side-eyeing the mascot. “No more. From now on, all cuteness aggression goes to the real Dwaekki — me. Squeeze these cheeks!”

: ̗̀➛ HYUNJIN

Hyunjin expected admiration.

What he did not expect was you abandoning him mid-sentence the moment Jiniret walked in.

You gasped like you saw a celebrity.

“OH MY GOD—”

“Baby, I’m literally—”

Too late. You were already hugging Jiniret, stroking its long fluffy body and gently squishing its ears.

Hyunjin stares. Completely blank.

Then you kiss the mascot’s cheek.

That’s it. Game over.

He walks over slowly, dramatically placing a hand on his chest like he’s been mortally wounded.

“I see,” he says softly, voice full of fake sorrow. “So this is how it ends. Replaced by my own ferret.”

You laugh. “Hyunjin—”

“No, no,” he interrupts, waving a hand. “Stay with your new favorite. I’ll just stand here… heartbroken.”

You’re now taking endless selfies with Jiniret, completely feeding into the chaos while the staff inside poses dramatically.

Hyunjin turns to the staff.

“Please capture my heartbreak as well.”

He ends up standing beside you in every picture—face tilted, eyes full of exaggerated sadness, one hand dramatically placed on your shoulder.

Later, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours with a pout.

“You didn’t even kiss me today.”

“…Do you want one?”

“Obviously.”

: ̗̀➛ JISUNG

The moment you saw Han Quokka, you LOST IT.

“HE’S SO ROUND!!”

Han immediately clutches his chest like he’s been shot.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

But you’re already hugging the mascot, giggling uncontrollably and squishing its big cheeks.

“Look at him! He’s literally perfect—so squishy and happy!”

Han squints hard. “…I’m right here. Also perfect. Also squishy.”

You ignore him and start taking pictures—posing dramatically, even spinning the mascot around in circles.

The staff inside is struggling to keep balance and not fall over.

Han walks over, deeply offended.

“You’ve never spun me like that.”

“Because you’d fall!”

“I would NOT—”

He grabs your hands and tries anyway—spins once and almost trips over his own feet.

“…Okay maybe.”

You’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

He pouts, then suddenly wedges himself between you and the mascot, arms spread wide.

“Take a picture with the real quokka now.”

Now you’re sandwiched between two quokkas.

“…This is getting weird,” you say, still giggling.

“Choose,” he replies, puffing his cheeks.

“…I refuse.”

He gasps dramatically, betrayed to his core.

: ̗̀➛ FELIX

Felix thought this would be wholesome.

He was very, very wrong.

You saw BbokAri and immediately went, “MY CHILD.”

Felix freezes. “…Your child?”

You hug the mascot like a protective mother, shielding it from imaginary danger and fixing its little bow.

“WAHHH. You’re so fluffy and sunshiney…”

Felix blinks slowly.

“…What am I then? Chopped liver?”

You don’t answer. You’re too busy taking pictures and making the staff inside do cute little wing flaps.

Felix pouts, cheeks puffed out.

“Love, I am BbokAri.”

You gasp. “…Then why are you not this cuddly 24/7?”

He pauses, thinking.

“…I can be.”

Next thing you know, he’s clinging to you—arms wrapped tight, cheek pressed against yours, refusing to let go.

“Am I cute now?” he whispers in that deep voice.

“…Very.”

“More than the chick?”

You hesitate for half a second.

“…Y/N.”

“…Yes.”

He smiles, satisfied, but still side-eyes the mascot suspiciously.

: ̗̀➛ SEUNGMIN

Seungmin watches quietly.

Too quietly.

You’re baby-talking PuppyM like it’s a real puppy.

“Such a good boy!”

Seungmin raises one brow.

“I’ve never heard that tone before. Ever.”

No response. You’re hugging PuppyM tightly, even grabbing his hand and walking together with the mascot while the staff plays along perfectly.

Seungmin sighs the longest sigh known to man.

“Unbelievable.”

He walks over, gently taps the top of your head.

“Y/N.”

“Wait, I’m bonding—”

“With what exactly?”

“My puppy.”

He smiles. That scary, polite smile.

“I’m your puppy.”

“…You bite sometimes.”

“And yet, here I am. Still loyal.”

You laugh.

He suddenly leans closer, voice low.

“Do you want me to bark too?”

“…Don’t you dare.”

He smirks. “Thought so.”

But later, he still sneaks in and hugs you just a little tighter than usual, mumbling, “Good boy rights belong to me.”

: ̗̀➛ JEONGIN

Jeongin thought it would be funny.

Until you tightly hugged FoxI.Ny and swayed side to side like it was your soulmate.

“YOU’RE SO CUTE I CAN’T BREATHE—”

Jeongin’s smile drops instantly.

“…Am I a joke to you now?”

You’re giggling, taking pictures, even holding the mascot’s hands and swinging them.

The staff inside waves cheerfully.

Jeongin crosses his arms, sulking.

“Can you believe that this is what I have to compete with?”

You walk over, still holding the mascot’s hand.

“Jeongin, look how cute!”

“I see. I see everything.”

He walks up, gently pries your hand away from the costume.

“Okay, give him back.”

“No—”

“Yes.”

He pulls you closer instead, wrapping his arms around you.

“You can’t replace me with a plush fox.”

“…Watch me.”

He gasps, dramatically offended, eyes wide.

“Meanie.”

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N.