#wishpid fics

[BRO!! Heeseung goated.] ⸝⸝ [rip jeongin] ⸝⸝ [poor innie fr!] ⸝⸝ [WAIT DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT SHADOW!!?!] ⸝⸝ [pretty sure theyre lost again] ⸝⸝ [innie's ghost is KILLING ME!!] ⸝⸝ [yes i saw that bro] ⸝⸝ [wait, what??] ⸝⸝ [we are not making the peak] ⸝⸝ [*sniff sniff* shadow in the back. you mean my girlfriend?!] ⸝⸝ [not alive at least! *laughing emoji] ⸝⸝ [wtf is some of yall talking about?!] ⸝⸝ [hold on user i think you mean our girlfriend]

Coming back, you stop in the doorway of the room. Beomgyu is hunched over in concertation, screaming into his mic. "NOO I FELL INTO POISON!!" You giggle as you observe him and his screen.

[calling it now. ghost gyu making a comeback] ⸝⸝ [OMFG MY GIRLFRIEND!!!! HI GIRLFRIEND] ⸝⸝ [if they get past tropics this playthrough, i'll be shocked] -- [girlfriend?!] ⸝⸝ [OH how i missed you girlfriend!] ⸝⸝ [new fan, wtf is that behind him?] ⸝⸝ [rip beomgyu] -- [heeseung & lix leaving him for dead *laughing emoji*] ⸝⸝ [didn't even try to save bro *skull*] ⸝⸝ [who cares, girlfriend is here] ⸝⸝ [gyu get off my screen]

Beomgyu finally turns his attention to his chat, no longer needing to fight for his virtual life. "What are you guys going crazy about?" he askes, noticing the rapid influx of all-cap comments. He reads through a few more, still oblivious to your presence in the room -- probably in the entire apartment. "Girlfriend?" Beomgyu's eyebrows furrow in confusion. His face lighting up as he finally notices you in the background of his stream. Spinning quickly in his chair, your boyfriend spreads out his arms in greeting. You giggle more as you step into the room and his arms, settling into his lap happily. "How was your day?" Beomgyu hums happily while nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

"Good...for the most part," you said, leaning your head on top of his. Beomgyu's hand runs up and down your back in a soothing manner.

"Tired?"

"A little."

[they're so sweet together~ ㅠㅠ] ⸝⸝ [ay yo beomgyu get off my girlfriend like that!] ⸝⸝ [godddd i love my parents!~] ⸝⸝ [THAT SHOULD BE ME!!] ⸝⸝ [HOLDING YOUIR HAND] ⸝⸝ [add another tally to the justin bieber song board] ⸝⸝ [y/ngyu couple goals *heart face emoji*]

"You want me to get off?" Beomgyu askes, moving the two of you closer to his desk. His fingers already clicking around.

"No, it's okay," you shake your head, messing up his hair.

[my girlfriend's so sweet] ⸝⸝ [just loveeee our girlfriend]

With your reassurance, Beomgyu looked back to his screen. Felix and Heeseung working through the game's greenery and the lines of comments popped up on it. His eyes scoured through them, his signature pout forming as he did. He tighened his arms around your waist as he glared at the chat. "Your girlfriend?" Beomgyu questioned in false disgust, one of his eyebrows raised toward the camera. You bite at your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile, already knowing what would come next. "My Girl. Friend." He childishly spoke, enuthicating each syllable, to the camera. Then turning slightly, Beomgyu proceeds to hid you from the viewers with his body. Despite, neither of you being able to see the entourage of comments, the both of you very were aware of the words spilling in. Beomgyu turned his head back to them, sticking his tongue out to the them, futhering his childish actions. Your laugh broke through your lips, leaning into your boyfriend's shoulder as it rocked through your body. "Y/N, tell them," he says, bumping you to look at the camera. You bite another smile with a michevious glint as you do so.

"Hmm, I don't know,~" you tease the male as you pretend to think. "I think I've got enough love for you and the stream." Beomgyu's jaw drops in shock as he stares up at you. You're giggling uncontrollably in his arms, watching his reaction through the stream on his computer. Adding flame to the fire, you begin blowing kisses to the viewers. Beomgyu now pouts up at you, his bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated manner. You giggle even more as you stare back down at him. Bringing your hand up to the side of his head, you lightly caress his face. You lean down, brushing your lips against his in an soft kiss. "I'm joking~," you tell Beomgyu before pressing another on him. "Of course, I'm only your girlfriend," you reassure your boyfriend. Beomgyu smiles against your pressed lips.

"That's what I thought," He says, looking smugly at his stream before leaning up to land a longer kiss on you.

"Show off," You joke as the two of you pull away. Beomgyu only smirks back in response, proud of himself, as he leans back in his chair.

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𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

i'm pretty sure i've had the gamer bf! beomgyu draft idea waiting since the gaming episode pictured. for a time frame reference, he was originally supposed to be playing a horror game - i think it was poppy playtime 3 (the one with bloby(?)) and before that i had an idea for dti but it was changed to peak cause i, like a steamer beomgyu would, am keeping up with the trends. [i don't really game, i just watch]

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You hummed as you stood at the sink. Peacefully unaware of the desire you were stirring within your boyfriend. Jake was no longer paying attention to the TV playing in the living room, rather busy staring at the sight of your exposed legs. He licked and bit at his lips, knuckles white as he gripped the couch in attempt to control himself. But his composure snapped as you bent down to open the under-sink cabinet. As you returned to your full height, your boyfriend pressed himself to your back. Jake tucking his face into your neck, his lips kissing at the expanse of skin. "Bubbie?" you giggled as you questioned the male. You pull him closer to you despite your confusion, pressing his head further into the crook with your hand.

"Need you." His voice husky and deep, his accent thicker than usual as his teeth nipped at the side on your neck. Red bloshes beginning to form on the trail his mouth took.

"You do?~" you tease the vampire, barely conceling a moan as Jake comes across a sensitive spot. "How bad do you want me, puppy?" He bites your shoulder in warning, but you ignore it in favor of rutting back into him. You gasp as he roughly turns you around, pressing your hips into the counter. Without a second to recover, Jake's lips are on yours. He's devouring them without an care, spit spilling from your mouths onto your chins. You whine into the kiss, unwittingly giving him the oppurtiny to slip his tongue inside. Jake's hands grip your waist tighter as he tries to push you onto the countertop. You have to break the kiss to speak, not that it deters your boyfriend who attaches himself onto your jaw instead. "Not here, Bub," you speak through heavy breaths and moans as Jake doesn't pause. Your skin wet from his saliva and his hips grinding into yours. "Bed pl-please," you beg the male, shivering as Jake's fingers brush the underside of your thigh. You can feel the way his lips quirk into a smirk at the reaction he pulls from you. Before you can even think of complaining, Jake stops you in your tracks with a kiss. You squeal in surprise, the sound eaten up by him, as he picks you by the thighs. Jake pushes away from the counter space as you wrap yourself around him with a smile. You grow hot at your boyfriend's display of strength. Your body pulsating as he effortlessly carries you to your shared bedroom. Squealing as Jake then throws you onto the bed. You watch breathlessly as he grabs you by the ankle.

"So pretty," he compliments in a whisper before pressing a kiss to your ankle. With his lips on you once more, Jake insistently works his way up your leg. You whine again as he does. Your chest hitches and arches when he reaches your thigh. Jake's fangs lightly nip at the area, teasing at what's to come.

"Jake~" you cry out to the male.

"Yes, Lovebug?" He stares up at you with false innocent eyes. An eyebrow quirked like he doesn't know what you want from him. His hand snakes up your leg, disappearing underneath the oversized shirt you're wearing. You don't respond rather pulling on him to convey your desire. But Jake doesn't move, staying between your legs as continued pretending to be clueless. "Words, Bug. Tell me what you want," he says as he now hovers over you with teasing and dark eyes.

"You-" Before you can say anything else, Jake crashes into you. Teeth knocking against one another but neither of you can bother caring. His hand creeping futher up your shirt, grroping at your chest. Squeezing and rubbing them sensually as he devours your noises. His other hand moves downward, slipping into your shorts. Jake wastes no time, his middle finger working into your vagina. You groan softly as he starts to move his finger in and out.

"I know, I'm sorry," he whispers against your lips but he doesn't stop. Rather continuing his pace as he eases another finger futher into your vagina. Dragging and curling them as you start to moan. The both of you breath heavily into each other's mouths as you grind into your boyfriend. "Can I?" Jake asks, nose nudging against yours as he looks into your eyes. Despite knowing that you're not prepped enough, he can't wait any longer. He needs you.

"Yes," you breath out. He can barely contain himself as he rips your guy's clothes off. Your hand scrambles to find the lube hidden around the bedroom. You blindly squirt some onto your hand before wrapping it around him. You only pumped a few times — the two of you too excited to properly prepare yourselves. Jake leans down, capturing your lips once again as you guide him to enter. Slow and meticulous in pace as he focus on your clit. He joyfully takes in the sounds of your pleasure, pounding harder as you moan into his ear. Jake mouths at your chest, his fangs brushing by your nipple. Your hand grips at his hair, scrunching the strands in a fistful. "Faster," you say with a moan and clinching around him. "You can go faster." And he does not hesitate. Gaining a better angle and positioning your legs onto his shoulders, Jake pistons his hips into yours. Wailing louder at the changes, you grip the sheets as your back arches off the bed. Your mouth falling open in a silent scream upon reaching your climax. Jake falls over you as he can feel you contract around his penis. He groans, gathering your shivering form in his arms while still thrusting into you. Following not long after you, Jake's head drops into the crook of shoulder. The two of you stay there: cuddled up and hands comfortingly stroking where they can. You turn your head slightly, pecking the side of your boyfriend's head. "Bubs, are you hungry?" you ask as you rubbing your nose alongside the length of his face, gently placing a kiss onto his cheek this time.

"Maybe just a little bit," he mumbles into your skin. His eyes are closed, sleep beginning to settle within his body, as Jake lays on top of you.

"Feed then nap?" you propose to him. He hums as he thinks over it. "I'll be okay," you add in reassurance after a beat.

"You sure?"

"Very. Go ahead, Bubbie." Jake nudges against the underside of your jaw in a wordless 'I Love You'. Then he snakes his way back to between your thighs. His lips pressing kisses against every inch of your skin they cross. Lingering slightly longer as he reaches his preferred spot. Jake looks up, making direct eye contact as he licks at the area before eagerly taking a bite. You gasp under your breath as you can feel his fangs break the skin. Just like the first time, the sensation never ceases to create butterflies in your stomach. You tilt your head back into your abundance of pillows as exhaustion catches up to you. Jake's thumb drawing circles on your hip — while he sucks your blood — not helping either. He's not faring any better, his suction teetering as he grows more tired. You don't feel his mouth leaving your thigh, possibly & probably had fallen asleep, but you register Jake cuddling up to you. His head returning to its former position on your chest and his arms wrapping around you once again. You hug your boyfriend close to you as the two you settle against one another. The sleepy atmosphere covering the room like a blanket. And you both slip into dream world: happy, content and satisfied.

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ꜱʜᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ

this almost had a somophilia kink before i changed my plan/thoughts. it's not important, i just wanted to let you know that. this is loosely connected to my vamp! enha feeding headcanons but you don't have to read it before reading this one

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"Jay, my man! Happy Birthday, bro!" K called out to his friend. You akwardly followed behind him, not knowing the vampire. K had dragged you along to this birthday party.

"Thanks, bro!" The two dapped each other up as they greeted each other. "Who's your friend?" he asked, pointing you out when they pulled away. K turned back to you with a smile.

"This is Y/N," your best friend introduced you to the party host. "And, Y/N, this is Jay and..." K trailed as he looked at the other male, who you hadn't noticed before, standing behind Jay.

"Jungwon," the boy interjected with his name. You looked over to him, making eye contact as you returned each other's shy and akward smiles. A shiver ran through you as chills went down your spine.

"Nice to meet you," you breathed out in greeting towards him. Both of you missed the way that your friends exchanged amused looks with each other. Their eyebrows raised as you couldn't pull yourself away from Jungwon's brown eyes.

"Let's leave these two love-bats alone?" one of them said in a jokingly manner. Jay and K walked away, you and Junwgwon left in the hallway. Not that either of you partically noticed the absence of their presence.

"Would you like a drink?" Jungwon speaks, breaking out from the trance first. You nod, confidently taking his arm in your hands. You giggle, finding him and his red cheeks cute. Jungwon's cheeks grow hotter — also finding your actions to be endearing. "So- um," he coughs as he turns his head away, only to be drawn to look back to you. "Which school do you attend? I haven't seen you around Decelis before, but you never be too certain, you know?" Jungwon rambles before cutting himself off with a shy smile sent in your direction. You can feel your heart fluttering rapidly in your chest as you return with your own smile.

"Sunshine City. With K and all of our other friends," you answer as the two of you step into the kitchen.

"What sport are you studying?"

"None," you say with a shake of your head. Jungwon blinks in surprise, repeating the word back to you in question. "None. me and the boys grew up close; they're like my brothers in lots of ways. But anyways, it was just natural for me to go with them." you explained to the vampire. "What about you? Studying anything special?" He hums in thought, resting his chin onto his hand as he does so.

"Not particularly, it's not like Decelis' nightball team is going to get me anywhere."

"Are you any good?"

Jungwon shrugged nonchalantly before sipping on his drink. You watched, your heart doing somersaults, as he tilted his head back ever-so-slightly. "Maybe we should switch schools," you joked. Your smile getting wider as the male laughed — almost choking on his drink as he did so.

"Maybe, we should," Jungwon hummed in agreement after his laughter died down. Facing back towards you, his eyes looked over your figure. He tilted his head with a soft smile. "It'd fit you," Jungwon spoke, just as softly as the look on his face, as he dared to look into your eyes.

"Huh?" you questioned with wide eyes. Jungwon felt himself becoming more endeared, his heart beating fast at your unintentional cuteness.

"It..." he trailed off, somewhat hesitant. "The arts just seem like they would fit you," Jungwon explained as he leaned in closer to you. Now it was your cheeks that were growing hot. You stuttered out a 'thanks', shy at how close the vampire had gotten to you. The two of you stared into each other's eyes, silent as you studied all the small details in them. "Can I ask you out? Or would that be too forward of me?" Jungwon questioned as he teetered between leaning in further and backing away.

"I'd like that, even if it might be too soon," you responded to him. Jungwon smiled harder at your answer, happy that the feeling was mutual amongst the two of you.

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ꜱʜᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ

This is posted a little late, my bad! I'm also in love with this jungwon & reader, they're so cute and i lowkey could explore their dynamic even more in other pieces. Plus &team mention, we love~ to see it!!

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"Of course, baby," he replied with a soft smile on his face. You cheer, throwing your arms around him before pushing him to sit on the couch. He watches in loving amusement as you rush off to the bedroom. You show off the new leather jacket, sweaters, shorts and blouse. Twirling in the living room for your one-person run way show. Your boyfriend complimenting each new piece that you walk out with.

"Okay, last thing!" You exclaim as you hurry back to the bedroom again. He was not ready for yuour return, phone almost dropping to floor as he stared at you. His breath caught in his throat as you walked closer. Around your waist, snuggly laid across your skin, was beaded jewelary.

"Baby," he whispered, the words dying on his lips as he placed his hands on your hips. Distracted as he looked up at you in awe, his fingers lightly messing with the beads and charms.

"Do you like?" Smiling down at him, your voice slightly teasing as you asked.

"Very," he responded immediately. "You look so beautiful," he continued, pulling you closer. Your smile grew wider at that, face glowing at his compliment and gaze.

"Thank you, baby," You chirped happily. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss onto his mouth. Your boyfriend wasted no time, interlocking your lips as he deepened the kiss. Nipping at your bottom lip desperately. He draggeed you onto his lap by the waist, tightly squeezing it within his grip. You grabbed at his shoulders and nape as you straddled him on the couch. The two of you breathed heavily into each other's mouths - never fully pulling away when pausing to breath.

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Jiham of A.C.E, San / Mingi & Jongho of Ateez, Sungho of BND, Enhypen Hyung Line, Johnny / Kun / Jaehyun / Jungwoo / Jeno / Hendery & Chenle of NCT, Eunseok / Sungchan & Sohee of Riize, S.Coups & Mingyu of SVT, Taemin of SHINee, Chan & Seungmin of SKZ, Yeonjun / Beomgyu & Taehyun of TXT, Sangyeon & Kevin of TBZ, Jiwoong & Gunwook of ZB1

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you're weirdly craving fruit like you've never craved it before

heeseung got that covered though

the fridge is stocked to the brim with fresh fruit

he gots everything: berries, oranges, bananas, melons and still more

even makes a fruit salad the first week that you're up

and that's all you need to satisfy you for the first few months

well at least till you figure everything else out

tbh you're actually quite surprised how little you crave blood

but you're more surprised at how your relationship with heeseung & yourself changes

being an changling feels like an second puberty low-key

your body's changing

and you don't recognize yourself sometimes

whether because you don't show up in the mirror anymore

or because you've got fangs now!

seriously you couldn't stop looking at your new canines in the mirror (aluminum of course)

heeseung actually gets such a tickle out of it

speaking of him!

you've grown used to your relationship as an human-vampire one

the change to vampire-vampire throws you for a loop

you jump back the first you consciously cuddle with him

before he was slightly cooler than you

now the both of you carry the same body temperature - it's weird!

anyways time passes

& you grow used to your new self

with heeseung helping guide you through every new thing

but there's just one thing left

drinking blood (for the first time)

and of course heeseung will be there every step of the way

he gets blood from a dedicated vampire service

don't worry too much about it

aka i don't wanna think about people donating to vampires but not blood banks cause that'd be upsetting

ANYWAYS~ back to the headcanon

pours it in a cup

low-key it seems no different to cranberry/cran-grape/grape juice that way

to ease you into the process

heeseung takes the first sip

and basically baby birds it to you

pressing his lips to yours

kissing the liquid into your mouth

when he pulls away

there's blood at the corners of your lips

and some dribbles that escaped on your chins

you finish the first cup like that

then heeseung encourages that you drink the second cup on your own

but later for the fun & sensuality of it

you and heeseung do intake your blood with plenty of kisses

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You watch as Heeseung brings the glass to his lips. Sipping at the viscous liquid, not swallowing it rather holding it within his mouth. Your stomach in flips as he approaches you. Setting the drink onto the counter behind you, his eyes search yours. Looking for your reconfirmation that you're wanting this still — to which you nod at him. Your boyfriend's hand reaches up, tilting your chin up as he leans into your space. You open your mouth slightly, prepared to receive the blood from him, as he inches forward. Your lips connect and the strong taste of iron hits your tongue. You try your best to swallow as it overwhelms your mouth. And when Heeseung pulls away, the both of you are breathing heavily. There is blood smeared on your lips with droplets marking your chins; but it matters to neither of you. Rather you intensely watch as Heeseung brings the glass back to his mouth again.

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shan's thoughts

reader looking at themselves in the mirror after getting fangs is so real! it was so surreal seeing myself after i got my braces removed years back. fun fact: this was saved as 'Kiss of Blood' in my notes but i thought that title didn't fit anymore as i transitioned to a more broader aspect ☹️

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"Welcome to the 15th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" the brightly colored man cheerfully announced. He stood out amongst the dull crowd of terrified teens and their families. Their presence an new edition to the reapings and games. Everyone was fair game for the Capitol now — no amount of popularity or money could save anyone now. "Alright, for our Ladies..." they continued in the same manner despite the silence from the crowd. You watched diligently, breathe held in deep anticipation as they grabbed a slip of paper. "Y/N L/N!"

Your ears ringing and breath caught in your throat as everyone's eyes turned to you. As though you were trudging through quicksand, you dragged your feet behind you, slowly splitting away from the crowd. You didn't register going onto the stage, your partner being pullled nor as you were ushered into the district hall.

"3 minutes," a peacekeeper harshly spoke as he opened the door for your parents. Your mother sweeping you up into her arms, your father embracing the both of you. Finally, your tears broke through your waterline as you relaxed into their embrace.

"You're strong," your father said, tears in his eyes and voice breaking slightly. "You stand a chance." The words meant to comfort you despite the truth all of you knew. This was your end. You would leave today, only to return in the same wooden caskets as those before. You nodded wordlessly as you watched your parents — you'd never seen them in this state before. Your father, who always appeared strong & calm, with tears silently streaming down his face. And your mother holding back her sobs with a hand over her mouth.

"Never forget that we love you dear," your mother told you.

"I love the both of you too," you responded, taking them in a hug once again. The minutes passed sooner than you liked, your parents ripped out of the room from you. You were forced in the opposite direction, onto the train with your district partner, Colt, and escort not far ahead. The escort uselessly rambling on about the luxury of the capitol — not that either you or Colt were paying attention. You watched in silence as the train pulled off. Taking in the last of your home's scenery before it was replaced by the Capitol's city sights. As the last of the cow fields disappeared from your sight, you could your stomach churn in protest. You stumbled to a bathroom, ignoring your escort's sounds of possible concern, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of your earlier breakfast left your mouth. The acid burning your throat as it came up.

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"Welcome to your new home!"

"Yeah, some home all right," Colt remarked under his breath as the two of you followed.

"It's better than the stables," a male voice spoke from the around the corner. The 8th games Victor, Hanbin from District 6, revealed himself as he joined the three of you in the living room.

"Ah~ There he is, your mentor," your escort excitedly introduced with a clap of their hands. Hanbin grimly smiled at you and Colt as you approached closer.

"So mentor, how do we win?" Colt asked as he sat down on the couch.

"Be smart."

'What resounding advice' you thought as you trailed behind your partner. That wasn't anything new that you couldn't have figured out from watching the games before. Winning the games rarely came down to luck; victors won due to some sort of strength — whether physically or mentally. "That's helpful," you muttered sarcastically.

"It is. Being smart means surviving. And that's why I'm here: to make you smart," Hanbin coldly spat out, emphasizing the last of his words. "Learn from me or don't. It's your life on the line," he continued, crossing his arms on his chest.

"And what advice do you have for us?"

"I can't speak from my own experience on how to charm the capitol but it's best to create a favorable image for yourself," he explains. "But what I do know is: don't paint a target on your back for the other tributes. Downplay any skills you might have," Hanbin advises as he makes pointed eye contact with the two of you.

"What if you have none?" Colt asks. He's younger than you, most likely not yet or recently having joined the work force in 10. And if you can recall correctly: his family works raising some of the livestock than handling any potential weapons. You bite at your cheek as you look away from Colt — feeling pity for the younger, his chances much lower than your already low ones. Based on previous games, he'll be dead within the first 5 minutes of it starting — likely to be killed in the beginning massacre.

"Don't worry, you can learn something in training. And you?" Hanbin's eyes lazily look towards your direction, one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised in question.

"I worked in the slaughterhouse with my folks."

"So you must be handy with a knife then."

"I guess," you say with a half-hearted shrug. You didn't particularly think of yourself as skilled in that area. Nor did you think it would helpful in fighting against the other tributes. "But that's only at a close range," you tack on, voice low as you sneak a glance to your left at the younger beside you.

"That's better than nothing," Hanbin responds calmly. He sips at his glass, frowning at the both of you. "I don't know what arena you'll face but my best advice, for the both of you, don't engage yourself in any fights. Running away means survival."

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You inhale deeply, the cold wind whisking through the air, as you step outside. Your body aching and sore -- muslces tense in their pain. Rolling your shoulders, you look up at the darkly plain sky. The Capitol's lights having erased the stars you'd typically find comfort in back home. Stepping further out, you jump as you notice the figure of someone else in your peripheral. "OH MY GOD, do you get off on jump-scaring people?" you exclaim to the silent man. He chuckled in response, a smile finding it's way onto his face.

"Sorry," Hanbin spoke, not sounding very apologetic as he continued to laugh. "Force of habit, I guess," Hanbin lightly joked as he turned to properly look at you. Eyeing him, you moved to the other side of the balcony.

"Some habit of yours."

"You'll gain your own after this," he tells you, still facing your direction.

"Sure, I will," you say sarcastically, wistfully looking away to the lifeless night sky. A beat of awkward silence passes between the two of you.

"I miss them too," Hanbin speaks after clearing his throat. "They're probably the one good thing we have in the districts," he continues as though he can't stand the quiet for the moment.

"Yeah," you sigh in agreence. With a smile coming to your face you continue "My Grandpa once taught me how to find their shapes when I was a child."

"Really?" he asks, his eyebrows raised, in shocked amusement. You nod strongly as you uselessly strech your hand out to the sky. "Do you still remember any of them?"

"Not really," you say, your shoulders falling as you turn your attention to him. "He taught me their names but I don't really remember them anymore."

"Did you have a favorite?"

"I do," you answer with a bright grin at his question. "It's depicted to look like a small bear. I don't think there was a story behind it..." you ponder out-loud to Hanbin.

"Does that matter?" he asks, leaning in closer to you. Shaking your head with a laugh, you smile at him.

"No, it doesn't."

"Would you teach me one day? When there's actually stars to see," Hanbin says with his eyes twinkling back at you.

"Sure, one day then."

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"And now welcome to the stage, from District 10: Y/N L/N!" the announcer — Lucky Flickerman — spoke loudly and enuthistically into the mic. You felt numb, the lights blinding you and the audience's cheers deafening you as you were guided onto the stage. You felt uncomfortable in your clothes — the fabric showing off more skin than you'd like. You wanted to run and cover yourself from the world, not stand and smile in front of their peering eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Flickerman. Nice to meet you," you greeted the older man with a practiced fake smile. Hanbin suggested being friendly was the best option to trying to win over sponsers. To play innocent farm kids rather than ruthless machines or charming heart-throbs.

"Oh so polite," Lucky Flickerman spoke, more to the crowd than you, with a smile.

"It's just how we're raised back home," you responded, laughing despite yourself.

"And such a pretty laugh," he commented with a laugh of his own. "Do you have someone waiting for you in District 10? A lucky man by any chance?" He continued, now looking at you. You resisted the need to squirm under his gaze.

"No, sir. Just my parents are waiting for my return."

"Well, I'm sure the boys will be fighting for a chance with you once you do. I would be," he jokes to his and the audience's amusement. Uneasily you laughed along with them despite your discomfort growing more. You wanted off the stage and out of these clothes — the dreaded capitol apartment seeming appealing to you now. It's offer of semi-privacy from the thousand of eyes on you comforting.

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"Amazing! They loved you up there," your escort cheered as you walked down the stairs. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you nodded soullessly to his comment. "You did much better than expected. You're bound to have sponsers at your feet," he rambled on, oblivious to your discomfort.

"Here," a husky voice whispered low into your ear as a black leather jacket was placed onto your shoulders. Turning your head, you made eye contact with Hanbin.

"Thank you," you mouthed to him, eyes overflowing with appretiation as you looked up at him. Hanbin didn't respond, looking away as he instead surveyed the room. Silently, you looped your arms into the jacket — grateful for the cover it provided from lingering eyes.

"Come on," Hanbin spoke, jaw set tightly in displeasure. He gently placed his hand onto your lower back, guiding you futher away from the open area.

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You sat in the dark of the room, curled into yourself on the couch. Startling as a door creeked open and the lights flickered on — revealing Hanbin standing there in an oversized white shirt.

"Why are you awake?" he askes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at your figure.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied as you curled futher into yourself.

"Why's that?" You watched as he walked past the couch into the kitchen. Casually pouring himself a glass of water as though he hadn't discovered you in the middle of the nightwas a typical interaction for the two of you. And maybe you could trick yourself into belieiving it as well if the thought of tomorrow didn't loom like a dark cloud over your head.

"It might sound a little odd but..." you trailed off, looking away from the older male before continuing. "But I feel dirty. Like their eyes are still on me; looking where I don't want them to." You're taken aback by surprise when the couch dips next to you. Hanbin's hand outstreched towards you, quietly offering a glass of cold water. He's silent as you gently take the cup, urging you to drink through his eyes.

"There's nothing I could say to comfort you." His eyes glide to the thinly concealed camera, jaw clicking as he glares in it's direction. "And if you win, it's not promised to be any better," Hanbin says realitstically — never one to sugar-coat his words. You've come to appericate that aspect from him, especially in a time where everybody seems to be lying.

"So it's better to die?"

"No." Hanbin's head snaps to look at you, his disapporval clear. "Dying means they win: without consquences."

"And what does living mean?" You ask, eyebrow raised curiously, tilting your head as you make eye contact with him.

"That's for you to decide." In stunned silence you watch as Hanbin rises from the couch, returning to his bedroom before stopping infront of the door. "Don't stay up too long," He adds, shortly looking back at you.

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It's oddly quiet as you leave your bedroom. While the previous mornings couldn't be described as lively either; today's quiet is grimmer than usual.

"Come, come," your escort urges you, noticing your still lingering figure, with a wave of his hand. "We're on a tight schedule today," he says as though it's regular day back at District 10. As though tonight, the two of you'd return to the apartment for dinner. As though the two of you would return at all. The casuality of his setence angering you but you swallow it down. Choosing instead to stare blankly at the array of food on the table before you as you sit down.

"Here, you should eat something," Hanbin says softly, placing an biscuit onto your plate. In a lackluster manner, you follow his words despite the obselete desair to do so. And once again, time doesn't wait for your preparation. Your escort ushering you and Colt to the elevator in what feels to be a blink of an eye. "Wait a moment," Hanbin says, grabbing your wrist as he holds you back.

"Make it quick." You're surprised, your escort's tone lacking it's typical cheerful upbeat as he advises the two of you. Both you and Hanbin nod, like scolded children, before watching the other two move around the corner.

"Hanbin?" you ask as you turn to the mentor. He's quiet, still watching beyond the corner. "What is it?" you ask again in concern, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him.

"Just.." he trails off, staring at where his hand is still wrapped around your wrist. "Don't count yourself out so soon. I'm not," Hanbin says with a caress to your wrist. You scan his face in stunned silence as his words settle warmly into your chest. The words felt different from his mouth, confident unlike when others had spoke similarly.

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i actually feel bad for Colt. imagine being in his shoes & your shared mentor only pulls one of you to the side!! ㅠㅠ

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"[Insert Idol Name], thank god! I'm so happy you picked up," Y/N responded, an exclamation of relief. But he could hear it: the way their voice was tight as if they were holding back those tell-told tears. Because with the rain and with Y/N's phone call also came Y/N's tears. It could be anything causing them - stress or nerves about some big event in their life, mental exhaustion or the worse: a breakup. "Can I come over to your place? I really need someone," Y/N asked although there was no need. He'd give in to anything that Y/N asked. Sure, you could call him whipped but that's just how their friendship was. Him the steady tree in the Y/N's storm.

The rain had started to pick up and thunder was rolling in the background when the knock sounded in his apartment.

"I brought ice cream reinforcements," Y/N greeted as he opened the door. He just smiled, his heart fluttering just at the sight of them. They were nicely dressed, black cotton pants with some nice top and their make up done.

"You look good," he spoke quietly, almost as if he was speaking to himself but Y/N had heard him. Their head jumping to look at him, a small smile forming on their face as they toed their shoes off. He ignored the way that his heart skipped at the sight. It was normal for friends to smile at each other - it didn't mean anything special.

"At least someone appreciates my effort." His eyebrows furrowed, only an idiot couldn't/wouldn't be able to see how beautiful the other standing before him was. "My prick of a boyfriend sure doesn't," Y/N continued as they finally joined him further inside the apartment. His heart sank, the butterflies and the light air around him dying, at those words.

"Oh," He managed as they settled down on the couch. He just hoped Y/N couldn't hear the disappointment within his voice.

"Yeah." Y/N hadn't, their focus on the opening the ice cream they had brought with, too busy to pay attention to him. "He didn't even show up for our date," Y/N continued in exasperation. He watched as they shoved a spoonful of ice cream into their mouth with a huff. "Can you believe that?" they asked as they turned to him — which he quickly looked away in order to not get caught staring.

"Well, He's a fool," He responded, shaking his head as he finally ate a spoonful of ice cream himself.

"Right!" Y/N exclaimed, face brightening up at those words. Returning their attention back to their ice cream, they continued distracted. "I wish I could find a guy like you."

He paused, dropping his spoon back into the cartoon. His heart stuttered in confusion as he looked back to Y/N. Did they mean that? Was that his chance? Though he didn't feel as happy nor excited as he imagined. Quietly, he made a reserved sound of acknowledgment. In the background, the rain eased slowly - coming to a light shower.

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Byeongkwan & Chan of A.C.E, Wooyoung of Ateez, MJ & Sanha of Astro, Jaehyun & Riwoo & Leehan of BND, Seunghun of CIX, Bae Jinyoung, Jake & Sunoo & Jungwon of Enhypen, Jungwoo & Ten & Winwin & Xiaojun & Hendery & Jaemin & Renjun & Sion & Yushi & Jaehee of NCT, Kihyun of Monsta X, Shotaro & Sohee & Anton of Riize, Seunghan, Joshua & Wonwoo & Seungkwan & Vernon & Chan of SVT, Onew & Key of SHINee, Jeongin of SKZ, Wonho, Kino, Jacob & New & Q of TBZ, Ju Haknyeon, Soobin & Kai of TXT, Hanbin & Zhang Hao & Taerae & Gyuvin of ZB1, Gunil & Jungsu of Xdinary Heroes, Jiung & Theo of P1Harmony, Serim of Cravity

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