KPop fanfics

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Credit to Gemini (google ai)
Title: The Eighth Floor Archive
The elevator in the old JYP building never went to the eighth floor. At least, not for most people. But for the eight members of Stray Kids, it was their sanctuary—a place where the rules of the world didn't quite apply.
Bang Chan sat at the central desk, his eyes glowing a soft amber as he "read" the air, feeling for the group's collective energy. As the leader and a powerful Empath, he could tell the moment Felix walked in, even before the door clicked. Felix didn’t walk so much as glide, his presence bringing a literal shimmer of light into the dim room—a side effect of his Solar abilities.
"Tough rehearsal?" Chan asked without looking up.
"Seungmin is practicing his Hydrokinesis again," Felix sighed, flopping onto a velvet sofa. "The practice room floor is now a shallow pond. Lee Know is currently trying to dry it with his mind, but mostly he’s just glaring at the water until it evaporates out of sheer fear."
Across the room, Han and Changbin were huddled over a glowing tablet. They weren't just producing music; they were weaving Sonic Charms into the beats. Every time Han hit a specific key, the shadows in the corner of the room danced in sync.
Suddenly, the air temperature dropped. Hyunjin appeared from a swirl of frost, looking slightly annoyed. "Has anyone seen Jeongin? He’s supposed to be practicing his Illusionwork, but he’s turned himself into a literal shadow and I keep nearly stepping on him."
Chan laughed, the amber glow in his eyes fading into a warm crinkle. In a world that saw them as just idols, the Eighth Floor was where they could be exactly who they were: eight kids who found each other when they had nowhere else to go.

 

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Credit to Gemini (google ai)
Title: The Eighth Floor Archive
The elevator in the old JYP building never went to the eighth floor. At least, not for most people. But for the eight members of Stray Kids, it was their sanctuary—a place where the rules of the world didn't quite apply.
Bang Chan sat at the central desk, his eyes glowing a soft amber as he "read" the air, feeling for the group's collective energy. As the leader and a powerful Empath, he could tell the moment Felix walked in, even before the door clicked. Felix didn’t walk so much as glide, his presence bringing a literal shimmer of light into the dim room—a side effect of his Solar abilities.
"Tough rehearsal?" Chan asked without looking up.
"Seungmin is practicing his Hydrokinesis again," Felix sighed, flopping onto a velvet sofa. "The practice room floor is now a shallow pond. Lee Know is currently trying to dry it with his mind, but mostly he’s just glaring at the water until it evaporates out of sheer fear."
Across the room, Han and Changbin were huddled over a glowing tablet. They weren't just producing music; they were weaving Sonic Charms into the beats. Every time Han hit a specific key, the shadows in the corner of the room danced in sync.
Suddenly, the air temperature dropped. Hyunjin appeared from a swirl of frost, looking slightly annoyed. "Has anyone seen Jeongin? He’s supposed to be practicing his Illusionwork, but he’s turned himself into a literal shadow and I keep nearly stepping on him."
Chan laughed, the amber glow in his eyes fading into a warm crinkle. In a world that saw them as just idols, the Eighth Floor was where they could be exactly who they were: eight kids who found each other when they had nowhere else to go.

FYI this is a stray kids fanfic

 

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FYI this is a stray kids fanfic

I thought it was a twice fanfic

 

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I thought it was a twice fanfic

Naur it skz

 

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Naur it skz

Sarcasm is a thing Yk

 

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Ateez fanfic
credit to Gemini ai

Horizon of the Chrome City

The siren blared across the neo-Seoul skyline, a jagged sound that tore through the artificial silence of the city. On the rooftop of the Central Archive,
Hongjoong signaled the group to halt. “Thirty seconds until the scanners reset,” he hissed, his eyes reflecting the blue glow of his holographic map.
Seonghwa stepped forward, his hand resting on his sword hilt. “We’re being followed. I can hear the Chrome-Guards in the stairwell.”
Suddenly, a blur of motion leaped from the ventilation shaft. It was San, landing silently with a smirk that didn't match the gravity of their mission. Behind him, Wooyoungemerged, spinning a stolen encrypted drive on his fingertip.
“Got it,” Wooyoung whispered. “The coordinates for the last 'Treasure' are ours.”
Mingi and Yunho took the flanks, their heavy boots thudding in sync as they prepared to breach the perimeter. Yeosang checked his drone’s feed, his expression grim. “They’ve blocked the exits. We have to jump.”
Jongho didn’t hesitate; he smashed the glass barrier with a single, powerful kick. As the eight of them stood at the ledge, looking down at the fog-covered streets, Hongjoong raised his hand.
“We don’t need a path,” the Captain declared. “We make the horizon. 8 makes 1 team!”
Together, they dived into the dark, disappearing before the lights could find them.
Would you like to continue this dystopian escape, or should we switch to a fluffy "idol life" scenario back at the dorms?

 

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Pt 2 coming soon

 

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Pt 2
"Horizon of the Chrome City" Part 2: The Neon Fracture
The air in the Sector 8 underground was thick with the scent of ozone and burnt wiring. Hongjoong stared at the flickering holographic blueprint of the HALA-HALA core, his metallic prosthetic hand twitching. They had the drive, but they didn’t have the key.
"We’re being hunted," Yeosang murmured, his eyes glowing faint blue as he interfaced with the city’s surveillance grid. "The Chrome Sentinels have locked down the bridge. They know we’re heading for the Horizon."
San stepped forward, his silhouette sharp against the neon rain streaking the windows. He adjusted the straps of his tactical gear, his dual blades humming with kinetic energy. "Let them come. We didn't cross the wasteland just to get stuck in a basement."
Mingi slammed a fresh power cell into his heavy railgun, the sound echoing like a death knell. "Wooyoung and Jongho are in position by the vents. If the signal drops, we go loud."
The plan was simple, but lethal: breach the central spire, upload the virus, and shatter the digital sky that kept the city in a permanent state of artificial twilight.
"Listen up," Hongjoong’s voice was a low rasp that commanded instant silence. "This isn't just about survival anymore. This is about the sound. If we lose the rhythm, we lose the revolution."
Suddenly, the heavy blast doors groaned. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody hue. Seonghwa checked his pulse rifle, a calm, terrifying smile spreading across his face.
"Captain," Yunho said, his hand hovering over the 'Execute' command on his console. "The breach is starting. Give the word."
Hongjoong pulled his mask up, his eyes burning with the fire of a thousand dying stars. "Break the wall. Let's show them what happens when the Horizon finally breaks."
The floor shuddered. The first explosion wasn't a sound—it was a feeling. ATEEZ moved as one, a blur of leather, chrome, and rebellion, diving headfirst into the belly of the beast.