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Should I share them here please comment what you think and I don’t remember where I got them I just got them from somewhere 
Guys I found a fanfics somewhere and it lowkey good (skz) warning ⚠️ I didn’t write them😅. So I want to share them here
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Oh if your wonder I also write fanfics, I am actually writing one of I.N x y/n argument ( I lowkey trying my best to write that on top of school work but don’t worry guys I’ll Survive 
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SHOW MEEE ( just put the link where u found it )
YES DIVAOh if your wonder I also write fanfics, I am actually writing one of I.N x y/n argument ( I lowkey trying my best to write that on top of school work but don’t worry guys I’ll Survive
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Well I kinda forgot the link …. but I took screenshots so i can just copy them on here like I wrote it ( credits to who ever on earth wrote it
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SHOW THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUHISDYYDUBGUXSGYUEWell I kinda forgot the link …. but I took screenshots so i can just copy them on here like I wrote it ( credits to who ever on earth wrote it
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it‘s like a jealous stray kids x y/n
BANGCHAN
The RACHA studio was dim, lit only by the neon blue of the monitors. You were sitting on the floor, laughing at a video Changbin was showing you on his phone. He leaned in close to point something out, his shoulder brushing yours.
Across the room, the clicking of the keyboard stopped. Bang Chan didn't turn around immediately. He just sat there, his broad back tense against his ergonomic chair. He adjusted his headphones-not to listen to the track, but to tune out the sound of your laughter directed at someone else.
"Changbin" Chan said, his voice low and raspy from a long night of recording. "Don't you have a gym session?"
"In an hour, hyung," Changbin replied, still scrolling.
Chan finally spun his chair around. His expression was calm, his signature dimples nowhere to be seen, but his eyes were sharp. He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk right in front of you, effectively blocking Changin's view.
"I finished the demo," Chan murmured, reaching down to take your hand. His thumb traced circles over your knuckles, a possessive, grounding gesture. "I wanted you to be the first one to hear it. Alone."
Changbin took the hint, offering a quick wave before sliding out of the room. As soon as the door clicked, Chan's shoulders dropped. He didn't let go of your hand; instead, he pulled you up until you were standing between his knees.
"You were so focused on him," he whispered, tilting his head back to look at you with a slight, vulnerable pout. "I've been sitting here for three hours working on a song about you, and you didn't even look my way once."
He buried his face against your stomach, his arms locking around your waist. "Next time, just come sit with me. I'm much more interesting than Changbin's gym videos, I promise
ps no Changbin’s feeling were hurt in the making of this ( I just wanted to say that )
BANGCHAN
The RACHA studio was dim, lit only by the neon blue of the monitors. You were sitting on the floor, laughing at a video Changbin was showing you on his phone. He leaned in close to point something out, his shoulder brushing yours.
Across the room, the clicking of the keyboard stopped. Bang Chan didn't turn around immediately. He just sat there, his broad back tense against his ergonomic chair. He adjusted his headphones-not to listen to the track, but to tune out the sound of your laughter directed at someone else.
"Changbin" Chan said, his voice low and raspy from a long night of recording. "Don't you have a gym session?"
"In an hour, hyung," Changbin replied, still scrolling.
Chan finally spun his chair around. His expression was calm, his signature dimples nowhere to be seen, but his eyes were sharp. He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk right in front of you, effectively blocking Changin's view.
"I finished the demo," Chan murmured, reaching down to take your hand. His thumb traced circles over your knuckles, a possessive, grounding gesture. "I wanted you to be the first one to hear it. Alone."
Changbin took the hint, offering a quick wave before sliding out of the room. As soon as the door clicked, Chan's shoulders dropped. He didn't let go of your hand; instead, he pulled you up until you were standing between his knees.
"You were so focused on him," he whispered, tilting his head back to look at you with a slight, vulnerable pout. "I've been sitting here for three hours working on a song about you, and you didn't even look my way once."
He buried his face against your stomach, his arms locking around your waist. "Next time, just come sit with me. I'm much more interesting than Changbin's gym videos, I promise
ps no Changbin’s feeling were hurt in the making of this ( I just wanted to say that )
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Okay unnie chill and you are speaking yuna’s language again
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HAHAHAHAH I wanted to see how you would react motherrrrr ( leeknow looks like he is gonna air fry me )
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Hyunjin
The studio air was thick with the scent of coffee and the rhythmic thud of bass. You were leaning against the mirror, laughing as Han showed you a ridiculous new dance move he'd invented
"And then," Han wheezed, stumbling over his own feet, "you just... flop!"
You doubled over, hand resting briefly on Han's shoulder for support. Across the room, the music stopped abruptly. The silence was heavy.
Hyunjin stood by the soundboard, his long fingers frozen on the dials. He didn't say anything, but his eyes-sharp and dark behind his blonde fringe-were fixed on where your hand touched Han's sleeve. He slowly reached for his water bottle, his jaw tight enough that you could see the muscle twitch.
"Han-ah," Hyunjin said, his voice unusually low and velvet-sharp. "Don't you have lyrics to finish in Studio B?"
"I've got time," Han chirped, oblivious.
Hyunjin's gaze shifted to you, his expression softening into something more pained than angry. He walked over, his movements fluid and feline. Without a word, he stepped directly between you and Han, effectively breaking your touch. He didn't look at his band mate; he only looked at you.
"You're late," Hyunjin murmured, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his side. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a claim.
"Late for what?" you asked, your heart skipping as you felt the heat radiating from him.
"For paying attention to me," he whispered, his bottom lip jutting out in a subtle, dangerous pout. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "I've been standing there for twenty minutes, and you haven't looked at me once."
Han, finally catching the territorial tension vibrating off Hyunjin, cleared his throat. "Right.
Lyrics. Studio B. See ya!"
As soon as the door clicked shut, Hyunjin's composure broke. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you.
"Don't let him make you laugh like that," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and needy. "I can be funny too. Just look at me, okay?"
FELIX
The common room was bright and noisy. You were seated on the floor with Hyunjin, who was showing you a new sketchbook. He leaned in close to point out a detail, his long hair nearly brushing your shoulder as you both laughed at a doodle he'd made of the other members.
Felix, who had been happily baking brownies in the kitchen, stopped mid-whisk. He didn't say anything, but the usual "sunshine" energy radiating from him dimmed. He quietly set the bowl down, wiped his hands, and walked into the living room.
He didn't make a scene. Instead, he sat down directly behind you, pulling you back so that your head rested against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight, protective lock, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder — effectively blocking Hyunjin's view of you.
"Felix? Are the brownies done?" you asked, feeling the heat of him against your back.
"Nearly," he murmured. His voice was at its lowest frequency, a deep, gravelly hum that vibrated through your spine. He didn't look at Hyunjin; he just tucked his face into the crook of your neck. "But you've been in here for an hour. I think you've seen enough drawings for one day."
Hyunjin chuckled, closing his sketchbook. "Okay, Lix, I get it. Message received."
As soon as Hyunjin left the room, Felix's grip loosened, but he didn't let go. He turned his head to press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek, his eyes wide and slightly glassy “ I have been make brownies for both of us and you didn’t even notice” he said in a hurtful manner, “I did felix sorry you want to finish making them together” you replied suppressing a smile.
He nodded he kissed you again and said “yeah” in a satisfied tone.
Lee know
The practice room was a chaotic blur of limbs and music. You were sitting on a bench, deep in conversation with Seungmin, who was leaning in to show you something on his phone. He laughed, a bright, genuine sound, and nudged your shoulder with his own.
Lee Know, who had been focused on adjusting his shoes, didn't look up. But the room suddenly felt colder. He finished tying his laces, stood up with feline grace, and walked over without making a sound.
"Seungmin-ah," Minho said, his voice flat but carrying a sharp edge. "Chan-hyung said the vocal line is lagging on the bridge. Go."
Seungmin blinked. "He did? I just talked to-"
"Go," Minho repeated, his gaze narrowing into that famous, unblinking stare. Seungmin, knowing better than to argue with a "jealous" Lee Know, scrambled toward the vocal booth.
Minho didn't sit down immediately. Instead, he reached out and plucked the water bottle Seungmin had left near you, tossing it into the trash can without a second thought. He sat in the space Seungmin had occupied, pulling his legs up and resting his chin on your shoulder like a cat reclaiming its favorite spot.
"That was Seugmin’s favorite water bottle you whispered, suppressing a smile
"It was in the way," he muttered, his breath warm against your neck. He didn't look at you, choosing instead to watch your reflection in the practice room mirror. His hand found yours, his fingers interlocking with yours with a grip that was firmer than usual.
"You're mine, aren't you?" he asked, the question barely a whisper, his voice losing its sharp edge and turning soft, almost vulnerable.
"I am," you replied
He let out a satisfied hum, closing his eyes. "Good. Then stay here. Don't move."
The studio air was thick with the scent of coffee and the rhythmic thud of bass. You were leaning against the mirror, laughing as Han showed you a ridiculous new dance move he'd invented
"And then," Han wheezed, stumbling over his own feet, "you just... flop!"
You doubled over, hand resting briefly on Han's shoulder for support. Across the room, the music stopped abruptly. The silence was heavy.
Hyunjin stood by the soundboard, his long fingers frozen on the dials. He didn't say anything, but his eyes-sharp and dark behind his blonde fringe-were fixed on where your hand touched Han's sleeve. He slowly reached for his water bottle, his jaw tight enough that you could see the muscle twitch.
"Han-ah," Hyunjin said, his voice unusually low and velvet-sharp. "Don't you have lyrics to finish in Studio B?"
"I've got time," Han chirped, oblivious.
Hyunjin's gaze shifted to you, his expression softening into something more pained than angry. He walked over, his movements fluid and feline. Without a word, he stepped directly between you and Han, effectively breaking your touch. He didn't look at his band mate; he only looked at you.
"You're late," Hyunjin murmured, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his side. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a claim.
"Late for what?" you asked, your heart skipping as you felt the heat radiating from him.
"For paying attention to me," he whispered, his bottom lip jutting out in a subtle, dangerous pout. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "I've been standing there for twenty minutes, and you haven't looked at me once."
Han, finally catching the territorial tension vibrating off Hyunjin, cleared his throat. "Right.
Lyrics. Studio B. See ya!"
As soon as the door clicked shut, Hyunjin's composure broke. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you.
"Don't let him make you laugh like that," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and needy. "I can be funny too. Just look at me, okay?"
FELIX
The common room was bright and noisy. You were seated on the floor with Hyunjin, who was showing you a new sketchbook. He leaned in close to point out a detail, his long hair nearly brushing your shoulder as you both laughed at a doodle he'd made of the other members.
Felix, who had been happily baking brownies in the kitchen, stopped mid-whisk. He didn't say anything, but the usual "sunshine" energy radiating from him dimmed. He quietly set the bowl down, wiped his hands, and walked into the living room.
He didn't make a scene. Instead, he sat down directly behind you, pulling you back so that your head rested against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight, protective lock, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder — effectively blocking Hyunjin's view of you.
"Felix? Are the brownies done?" you asked, feeling the heat of him against your back.
"Nearly," he murmured. His voice was at its lowest frequency, a deep, gravelly hum that vibrated through your spine. He didn't look at Hyunjin; he just tucked his face into the crook of your neck. "But you've been in here for an hour. I think you've seen enough drawings for one day."
Hyunjin chuckled, closing his sketchbook. "Okay, Lix, I get it. Message received."
As soon as Hyunjin left the room, Felix's grip loosened, but he didn't let go. He turned his head to press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek, his eyes wide and slightly glassy “ I have been make brownies for both of us and you didn’t even notice” he said in a hurtful manner, “I did felix sorry you want to finish making them together” you replied suppressing a smile.
He nodded he kissed you again and said “yeah” in a satisfied tone.
Lee know
The practice room was a chaotic blur of limbs and music. You were sitting on a bench, deep in conversation with Seungmin, who was leaning in to show you something on his phone. He laughed, a bright, genuine sound, and nudged your shoulder with his own.
Lee Know, who had been focused on adjusting his shoes, didn't look up. But the room suddenly felt colder. He finished tying his laces, stood up with feline grace, and walked over without making a sound.
"Seungmin-ah," Minho said, his voice flat but carrying a sharp edge. "Chan-hyung said the vocal line is lagging on the bridge. Go."
Seungmin blinked. "He did? I just talked to-"
"Go," Minho repeated, his gaze narrowing into that famous, unblinking stare. Seungmin, knowing better than to argue with a "jealous" Lee Know, scrambled toward the vocal booth.
Minho didn't sit down immediately. Instead, he reached out and plucked the water bottle Seungmin had left near you, tossing it into the trash can without a second thought. He sat in the space Seungmin had occupied, pulling his legs up and resting his chin on your shoulder like a cat reclaiming its favorite spot.
"That was Seugmin’s favorite water bottle you whispered, suppressing a smile
"It was in the way," he muttered, his breath warm against your neck. He didn't look at you, choosing instead to watch your reflection in the practice room mirror. His hand found yours, his fingers interlocking with yours with a grip that was firmer than usual.
"You're mine, aren't you?" he asked, the question barely a whisper, his voice losing its sharp edge and turning soft, almost vulnerable.
"I am," you replied
He let out a satisfied hum, closing his eyes. "Good. Then stay here. Don't move."
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OMG OMG OMG MY SWEETS LEARNS SO WELL
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Thank you mother I learned from the best ( I close to finishing the Jeongin x y/n had argument one )
GOOD THAT IS A GREAT START
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Seugmin
The company cafeteria was buzzing with trainees and staff. You were sitting at a long table, helping a new male staff member organize some schedules. He was leaning in, laughing at a joke you'd made, his hand briefly brushing your arm as he reached for a pen.
Seungmin, sitting three tables away with a book he hadn't turned a page of in ten minutes, saw it all.
He didn't storm over. Instead, he stood up slowly, walked to the trash can to dispose of his tray with practiced calm, and then detoured toward your table. He didn't look at the staff member. He only looked at you.
"Y/N," he said, his voice smooth and level, though his eyes were uncharacteristically sharp
"I thought we were going to the library to finish that book today. You're five minutes behind schedule."
"Oh! Sorry, Seungmin, I was just—"
"I see what you were doing," he interrupted, finally sliding a cool, dismissive glance toward the staff member. "I'm sure he can manage the rest. He looks... capable enough."
The staff member, sensing the sudden drop in temperature, quickly gathered his papers.
"Yeah, I'm good! Thanks for the help, Y/N!"
As soon as he was out of earshot, Seungmin's rigid posture slumped just a fraction. He didn't move away; instead, he stepped into your space, his hand finding the small of your back.
"He was leaning in too close," Seungmin murmured, his "savage" persona flickering into something more vulnerable. He tucked his chin onto your shoulder, a favorite habit that always made him look more like a puppy than a threat.
"I don't like it when people touch what's mine," he whispered against your ear. "Now, let's go. I've already waited ten minutes too long to have you to myself."
The company cafeteria was buzzing with trainees and staff. You were sitting at a long table, helping a new male staff member organize some schedules. He was leaning in, laughing at a joke you'd made, his hand briefly brushing your arm as he reached for a pen.
Seungmin, sitting three tables away with a book he hadn't turned a page of in ten minutes, saw it all.
He didn't storm over. Instead, he stood up slowly, walked to the trash can to dispose of his tray with practiced calm, and then detoured toward your table. He didn't look at the staff member. He only looked at you.
"Y/N," he said, his voice smooth and level, though his eyes were uncharacteristically sharp
"I thought we were going to the library to finish that book today. You're five minutes behind schedule."
"Oh! Sorry, Seungmin, I was just—"
"I see what you were doing," he interrupted, finally sliding a cool, dismissive glance toward the staff member. "I'm sure he can manage the rest. He looks... capable enough."
The staff member, sensing the sudden drop in temperature, quickly gathered his papers.
"Yeah, I'm good! Thanks for the help, Y/N!"
As soon as he was out of earshot, Seungmin's rigid posture slumped just a fraction. He didn't move away; instead, he stepped into your space, his hand finding the small of your back.
"He was leaning in too close," Seungmin murmured, his "savage" persona flickering into something more vulnerable. He tucked his chin onto your shoulder, a favorite habit that always made him look more like a puppy than a threat.
"I don't like it when people touch what's mine," he whispered against your ear. "Now, let's go. I've already waited ten minutes too long to have you to myself."
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remeber pookies my Jeongin x y/n fanfic is coming soon 
IT BETTER :>remeber pookies my Jeongin x y/n fanfic is coming soon