#stray writes

Rating: E Language: English Words: 15,294 Chapters: 1/1

Jisung couldn’t get enough, would never be able to get enough. He kissed Chan once, twice more because the taste of his lips was so addictive, like the warm, burning feeling he got in his chest when he breathed too deep next to a bonfire. Crisp, warm, rich, searing and a little dangerous but full of all the comforts of a cool fall evening filled with nostalgia and home. “Satisfied?” Chan asked, dragging Jisung’s head back as the omega stared up at him with glassy eyes. --- Maybe for Chan and Jisung, falling in love wasn’t an unexpected fireworks display going off on the banks of the Han River, it was more like the growth of a tree. Like the cherry trees that grew along the banks. They grew for years before they blossomed for the first time. Maybe they were cherry blossoms. But Jisung forgot that cherry blossoms only bloom for a short time. And Lee Minho was fireworks on the banks of the Han River, bursting into life and lighting up the night sky unexpectedly, taking your breath away, rattling your chest, dazzling your eyes. It turned out the dramas hadn’t been wrong after all, and falling in love like fireworks wasn’t something that was for other people, it was for Han Jisung, too.

Rating: E Language: English  Words: 11,118  Chapters: 1/1

Wooyoung, like most omegas, was a social creature by nature. Getting to work with other idols, and in this case other packs, was a welcome opportunity for him to stretch his social butterfly wings. Being presented with a chance to finally get to know them one-on-one was almost enough to have Wooyoung vibrating out of his own skin. Especially Felix.

Rating: E Language: English Words: 57,223 Chapters: 5/? [WIP]

Bambam was shaking, pressed into Chan’s side like he could physically merge them into one, single person, press them together on an atomic level so nothing could separate them. None of that stopped Jaebeom’s next words from falling like stones. “You won’t be debuting with us, Chan-ah.” --- Chan held his tongue, unsure of what to say to the boys in front of him, the boys he debuted with. The kids who meant the world to him, meant everything to him. He finally had his group, members he loved more than anyone, would do anything for. But here, faced with their expectant looks, Chan felt nothing short of unqualified. He felt an old panic claw at his throat, the hurt of a pack leaving him behind, aching like a wound that refused to heal. He wasn't ready. He turned away, stinging, ashamed and afraid.

I woke up to a splitting headache. I had to go to the technician to get my augments checked. Xe re-calibrated my augments, and the headache finally went away, I tried to pay, but xe told me it was on the house since I helped xer repair the shop after that crank broke in and wrecked the place, xe told me to come back next week, xe had a shipment coming in and one of xer clients who had ordered a custom augment had been shot to death earlier that morning, and it was too late for xer to cancel the order, so xe was giving it to me. I tried to tell her I couldn't pay for it, but xe insisted that it was free, it would've gone to waste anyway. After catching up with xer, another client came in, so I had to go. After leaving xer shop, I headed to the local cafe, on the way there, I saw that the enforcers were trying to contain a crank, so I took the back way, avoiding gangs and cranks. When I finally got to the cafe, I ordered my usual, a mocha cappuccino and a cinnamon roll. I got my order from the counter and sat down to read my email, it was all spam and mailing lists. I heard sirens and glanced outside, seeing enforcers chasing down the crank from before, but this time the crank seemed to be the one in control of the situation, taking down enforcers easily. I thought about getting up to try and help but decided it wasn't worth getting a hole blown through my skull, so I just stayed inside, trusting that the enforcers would keep the crank occupied long enough to get far enough away from the cafe that I'd be safe. I ended up reading fanfiction for the rest of the day, and then I made my way back to my apartment, taking the same route I had taken earlier in the day.

The low days are harder when everyone you talk to is also having a bad day or you end up fighting with your friends. Is it too much to ask for one of them to listen to you vent when that's what you do for them all the time? Just once it would be nice if they would listen without telling you what to do with your life. Just once tell me it'll be alright and one day I'll be enough to not be a second choice or a back up.