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Bangchan
The high school hallways felt unusually cold after a mandatory assembly about a string of local break-ins. Every shadow looked like a person; every slamming locker sounded like a threat. You sought out Chan in the student council room, practically vibrating with anxiety. You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind while he was trying to coordinate the upcoming school festival.
“Y/N, I really need to finish these permits,” he muttered, his pen scratching furiously against the paper. You whimpered, burying your face in his back, but he let out a frustrated huff, gently but firmly prying your fingers off him. “I love you, but you’re acting like a shadow today. I can’t move, I can’t breathe, and I’m falling behind. Go find someone else to hang out with until the final bell.”
Stung by his rejection, you retreated to the library’s quietest corner, where you found your childhood friend, Minhyuk. You sat so close to him that your shoulders touched, whispering to him about how the assembly had spooked you. Minhyuk was a good listener; he chuckled softly and let you lean against him, his hand hovering over your shoulder in a comforting gesture.
Suddenly, the library’s heavy oak doors swung open with a resounding thud. Chan stood there, his tie pulled loose, his chest heaving as if he’d run across the entire campus. His eyes landed on you and Minhyuk, and his expression shifted from frantic to pure, unadulterated jealousy. He marched over, his shadow looming over the table.
“The meeting is over,” Chan said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that made the librarian shush him—though he didn't care. He grabbed your bag with one hand and your waist with the other, hauling you up. He leveled a dark, warning stare at Minhyuk. “Thanks for watching her, but her boyfriend is here now. We’re going on our date. And Y/N? If you’re scared, you wait for me. Don't ever let him get that close to you again.”


Leeknow
A massive, snarling stray dog had cornered you on your way to school, and though a teacher had chased it off, the adrenaline hadn't left your system. You followed Minho into the dance studio, sitting on the floor just inches away from his feet while he rehearsed a difficult solo. Every time he paused, you reached out to grab the hem of his shorts or his hand.
“Y/N, stop,” he snapped after the fifth time you tripped him up during a turn. He turned off the music, the silence in the room echoing. “You’re being a literal barnacle. It’s not cute anymore; it’s distracting. I have a performance to perfect. Go find a hobby and stop clinging to me.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you left the studio. You headed to the outdoor bleachers where your friend, Junho, was sitting. You sat beside him, your knees tucked to your chest, telling him how Minho had brushed you off. Junho sighed sympathetically, reaching out to pat your head and ruffle your hair to cheer you up.
“Hey.”
The voice was cold enough to freeze the air. Minho was standing at the bottom of the
bleachers, his practice shirt soaked in sweat, his eyes fixed on Junho’s hand in your hair. He climbed the stairs with a predatory grace, stepping directly between the two of you. Without a word to Junho, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his side.
“I’m done practicing,” Minho said, his voice sharp and possessive. He glanced at Junho with a terrifying, thin-lipped smile. “You can go now. I’m taking my girlfriend out. And next time you’re scared, Y/N, you stay in the studio and annoy me. I don't care how many times I trip—stay away from other guys.”

Felix
A freak thunderstorm had turned the sky pitch black by 2 PM, and the loud cracks of lightning had you jumping into Felix's lap every time the windows rattled. Felix was hunched over his phone in the cafeteria, deep into a high-stakes mobile tournament with his teammates.
“Babe, please, I just lost my killstreak because you bumped my arm,” Felix said, his deep voice sounding strained. “It’s just thunder. You’re being way too clingy. Can you just go sit with someone else for a bit? I really need to win this.”
Feeling rejected, you found your friend, Sunwoo, at a nearby table. You sat close to him, and he started telling you funny stories to drown out the sound of the storm. At one point, you hid your face against Sunwoo’s shoulder after a particularly loud thunderclap.
The sound of a chair screeching against the floor made everyone look up. Felix was standing there, his phone shoved into his pocket, his jaw set tight. He walked over and grabbed your hand, pulling you up so forcefully you stumbled into his chest. He didn't even look at Sunwoo, but his presence was suffocatingly protective.
“I don’t care about the game anymore,” Felix rumbled, his voice vibrating through your frame as he tucked your head under his chin. He shot Sunwoo a look that screamed ’mine’. “We’re leaving for our date. If you’re scared of the lightning, you hide in my chest, not his. Let’s go.”

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Hyunjin
The drama department had been moving some realistic-looking mannequins into the art hall, and one had fallen over right in front of you, sending you into a panicked spiral. You spent the afternoon glued to Hyunjin’s side in the art room. He was working on an oil painting for his final portfolio, and your constant hovering was making him nervous. When you accidentally bumped his elbow while seeking a hug, a streak of black paint ruined the face of his portrait.
“Seriously?!” Hyunjin groaned, slamming his palette down. “Y/N, I need space! You’re being so needy today that I can’t even do my work. Just go away for a while, please.”
Hurt by his tone, you found your friend, San, in the school courtyard. You sat on a bench together, and you were mid-sentence describing how the mannequins looked like ghosts when San put a comforting arm around your shoulders.
The courtyard door slammed open. Hyunjin stood there, his hands still stained with paint, his face flushed with a mix of regret and fury. He saw San’s arm around you and saw red. He stormed across the grass, practically ripping you out of San’s reach.
“I’m sorry I yelled, okay?” Hyunjin hissed, pulling you into a crushing embrace while glaring at San with eyes that could melt steel. “But don’t you dare think for a second that he can protect you better than I can. The car is waiting. We’re going on our date, and you’re not leaving my side for the rest of the night.”

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seungmin
The school’s basement—where you’d had to retrieve some supplies—was notoriously creepy, and a flickering light had sent you running back to Seungmin. He was in the library, surrounded by stacks of textbooks, preparing for the honors exams. You kept trying to hold his hand or lean your head on his shoulder, but he kept shifting away.
“Y/N, your hand is sweaty and you’re distracting me from my notes,” Seungmin said coldly, not even looking up. “You’re being a nuisance today. If you can’t sit quietly and leave me alone, go somewhere else.”
Heartbroken, you went to the rooftop to clear your head and found your friend, Eric. You were leaning against the railing, and Eric was talking to you in a low, soothing voice, eventually putting a hand on your waist to steady you as you looked over the edge.
The rooftop door flew open with a violent bang. Seungmin stood there, his eyes cold and focused, his hands balled into fists. He marched over and physically moved Eric’s hand off you, replacing it with his own firm grip on your arm.
“The study session is officially over,” Seungmin said, his voice clipping with jealousy. He stared Eric down until the other boy looked away. “I’m taking you to the movies. And for the record, Y/N? You’re my nuisance. If you’re scared, you come to me—even if I’m busy. Don’t ever let another guy touch you like that again.”

Changbin
The chemistry lab had been a disaster. A minor miscalculation by a classmate had resulted in a beaker shattering and a sudden, booming pop that shook the floor. While the teacher insisted it was a harmless reaction, the noise had rattled you to your core. Every slamming locker or heavy footstep in the hallway now made you flinch violently.
Seeking sanctuary, you headed to the school gym during the after-school block. You found Changbin in the corner, his black tank top damp with sweat as he focused on a heavy set of bicep curls. You didn't say a word; you simply walked up and wrapped both arms around his bicep, burying your face in his shoulder.
"Whoa, Y/N?" he grunted, the weight in his hand wobbling. He lowered the dumbbell with a heavy thud and looked down at you, his breath coming in short, rhythmic bursts. "Babe, I’m in the middle of a drop set. I can’t have you hanging off my arm like a backpack."
"I'm just scared, Binnie. The lab today—"
"I heard about it. It was just a small explosion, you're fine," he sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. He looked back at his weights, his focus shifting back to his workout. "Look, I love you, but you’re actually ruining my form and my set. I don't want to accidentally drop something on you. Go sit on the bleachers or something, okay?"
The bluntness of his rejection stung. Feeling like a burden rather than a girlfriend, you turned on your heel and hurried out of the gym. You didn't want to go home to an empty house, so you found your friend, Felix, sitting at the outdoor picnic tables. You sat close to him, your voices hushed as you vented about how the noise had terrified you and how Changbin had brushed you off. Felix, being the gentle soul he was, leaned in close, listening intently and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder to steady your shaking.
"He's probably just in the zone, Y/N. Don't take it personally," Felix whispered, his face just inches from yours as he tried to catch your eye and make you smile.
Suddenly, the heavy metal door of the gym creaked open with a slow, ominous groan. Changbin stepped out, his gym bag slung over one shoulder, his muscles still tensed and bulging from the pump. His eyes scanned the courtyard until they landed on the two of you—specifically on Felix’s hand resting on your shoulder.
His expression shifted instantly from post-workout exhaustion to a dark, simmering possessiveness. He marched across the grass, his heavy footsteps sounding like a warning. He didn't even look at Felix as he stepped between the two of you, physically breaking the contact and pulling you up by the waist.
"I’m done with my workout," Changbin said, his voice dropping into that low, rasping tone that meant he was beyond annoyed. He looked Felix up and down once, a clear scowl etched on his face, before turning his gaze back to you. "My girl, my date, my car. We're leaving now."
He gripped your hand firmly, his fingers interlocking with yours as he began to lead you toward the parking lot. "And for the record," he muttered into your ear, his voice possessive and thick with jealousy, "if you're scared, you come back to the gym and wait for me. I don't care about my set that much. Don't go running to him again."

 

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I.N
The seniors had gone too far this time. A "harmless" prank involving a high-decibel air horn and a falling prop in the dark theater wing had sent you spiraling. Your heart was still hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird, and the only person you wanted to be near was Jeongin.
You found him by the school gates, leaning against a brick wall with a group of his friends. He was laughing at something one of them said, looking effortlessly cool in his loosened tie and messy hair. You rushed up to him, tucking yourself under his arm and gripping his blazer with trembling fingers. You just needed to feel his heartbeat to calm your own.
Jeongin froze. He felt the eyes of his friends on him—the guys were already beginning to smirk and nudge each other. Wanting to maintain his "tough" upperclassman image, he gently but firmly pushed you back a few inches.
"Y/N, seriously? Not right now," he said, his voice lacks its usual warmth. He gave a forced, awkward laugh to his friends. "Stop acting like such a baby. It was just a prank, you're fine. Go grab a snack or something, I'll see you later."
The word baby felt like a slap, especially delivered with that embarrassed roll of his eyes. Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you turned away before he could see your eyes fill with tears.
You wandered toward the school garden, where you ran into your friend, Beomgyu. He saw your face and immediately knew something was wrong. You sat on a stone bench together, and you poured your heart out, telling him how the prank had scared you and how Jeongin had made you feel small for needing him. Beomgyu sighed, leaning in close to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice soft and comforting. "He’s just being immature, Y/N. You don't deserve to be talked to like that."
A shadow suddenly stretched across the grass, blocking the late afternoon sun.
You looked up to see Jeongin. He wasn't the "cool" boy from ten minutes ago; he looked older, his jaw set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He didn't look at you first—he looked at Beomgyu’s hand near your face.
Jeongin stepped directly into the small space between you and Beomgyu, his shoulder physically shoving Beomgyu back a few inches. The air around him felt heavy and tense.
"I’ve been looking for you," Jeongin said, his voice low and vibrating with a protective anger that made your breath hitch. He turned his head slightly to look at Beomgyu, his expression icy and dismissive. "And I think I'm the only one who gets to call her a baby. It’s a term of endearment when I say it. It’s an invitation for a fight when you act like you're her protector."
He reached down, his large hand enveloping yours and pulling you upward. He didn't let go, his grip firm and possessive as he tucked you against his side, marking his territory.
"Let’s go, Y/N," he muttered, finally looking at you with eyes that softened just a fraction, though his jealousy was still evident. "Our date was supposed to start ten minutes ago. I’m not spending another second watching you talk to him."

Han
It was the most horrifying thing you'd ever seen. A massive, hairy spider—easily the size of your palm—was squatting right in the middle of your locker shelf. You’d slammed the door shut and spent the next three periods in a state of hyper-alert panic. You sought out Han in the empty choir room, where he was usually writing lyrics in peace.
You didn't ask; you just sat next to him at the piano, your entire side pressed against his, your hand wrapped around his arm like a vise. Every time a door opened in the hall, you flinched and squeezed tighter.
Han was trying to focus on a complex rhyme scheme for a new track. The constant shaking of your arm and your heavy breathing against his shoulder was breaking his concentration. After the fifth time you squeezed his bicep so hard you left a mark, he put his pen down, a look of exasperation crossing his face.
"Y/N, come on. It’s just a spider, they're not going to jump out of your locker and chase you down the hall," he said, his voice a little sharper than he intended. He tried to wiggle his arm free from your grip, looking around the small room like he needed an escape. "I'm literally suffocating here. I have a deadline for these lyrics. Go find someone else to talk to until lunch is over."
The harsh words stung, primarily because he hadn't even looked at you when he said them, his eyes fixed on his notebook. You released his arm and mumbled an apology, your heart sinking as you left the choir room.
You wandered aimlessly until you heard music coming from the practice rooms. Your friend, Wooyoung, was in there, practicing for an upcoming performance. He saw your tear-streaked face and stopped the music immediately. You sat down next to him on the small stool, leaning on his shoulder as you recounted the spider, the scare, and Han’s cutting words. Wooyoung gently rubbed your back, offering soft words of comfort and validation.
"He shouldn't have said that to you," Wooyoung whispered, his focus entirely on making you feel better.
The practice room door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang that made you jump. Han stood in the doorway, his face frantic and slightly panicked. He must have finished his lyrics—or given up entirely—and realized he’d upset you. But his expression instantly hardened as he saw how close you were to Wooyoung, your head resting on his shoulder.
He strode into the room, his eyes dark with jealousy, and stepped directly between the two of you, physically separating the contact.
"I don't care if I was annoyed earlier; I'm ten times more annoyed seeing you cling to him," Han snapped, his voice tight and possessive. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet. "Our date time is now. We're going to that new restaurant."
He looked at Wooyoung with a fierce, warning glare before tugging you out the door. "And next time," he whispered to you as you walked down the hall, his anger fading into regretful protectiveness, "you annoy me with your clinging all you want. Just don't let anyone else be that close to you."

 

[𝕬𝖓𝖌3𝖑𝖎𝖈]

ENJOYYYYY

 

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Bangchan
The high school hallways felt unusually cold after a mandatory assembly about a string of local break-ins. Every shadow looked like a person; every slamming locker sounded like a threat. You sought out Chan in the student council room, practically vibrating with anxiety. You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind while he was trying to coordinate the upcoming school festival.
“Y/N, I really need to finish these permits,” he muttered, his pen scratching furiously against the paper. You whimpered, burying your face in his back, but he let out a frustrated huff, gently but firmly prying your fingers off him. “I love you, but you’re acting like a shadow today. I can’t move, I can’t breathe, and I’m falling behind. Go find someone else to hang out with until the final bell.”
Stung by his rejection, you retreated to the library’s quietest corner, where you found your childhood friend, Minhyuk. You sat so close to him that your shoulders touched, whispering to him about how the assembly had spooked you. Minhyuk was a good listener; he chuckled softly and let you lean against him, his hand hovering over your shoulder in a comforting gesture.
Suddenly, the library’s heavy oak doors swung open with a resounding thud. Chan stood there, his tie pulled loose, his chest heaving as if he’d run across the entire campus. His eyes landed on you and Minhyuk, and his expression shifted from frantic to pure, unadulterated jealousy. He marched over, his shadow looming over the table.
“The meeting is over,” Chan said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that made the librarian shush him—though he didn't care. He grabbed your bag with one hand and your waist with the other, hauling you up. He leveled a dark, warning stare at Minhyuk. “Thanks for watching her, but her boyfriend is here now. We’re going on our date. And Y/N? If you’re scared, you wait for me. Don't ever let him get that close to you again.”

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Leeknow
A massive, snarling stray dog had cornered you on your way to school, and though a teacher had chased it off, the adrenaline hadn't left your system. You followed Minho into the dance studio, sitting on the floor just inches away from his feet while he rehearsed a difficult solo. Every time he paused, you reached out to grab the hem of his shorts or his hand.
“Y/N, stop,” he snapped after the fifth time you tripped him up during a turn. He turned off the music, the silence in the room echoing. “You’re being a literal barnacle. It’s not cute anymore; it’s distracting. I have a performance to perfect. Go find a hobby and stop clinging to me.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you left the studio. You headed to the outdoor bleachers where your friend, Junho, was sitting. You sat beside him, your knees tucked to your chest, telling him how Minho had brushed you off. Junho sighed sympathetically, reaching out to pat your head and ruffle your hair to cheer you up.
“Hey.”
The voice was cold enough to freeze the air. Minho was standing at the bottom of the
bleachers, his practice shirt soaked in sweat, his eyes fixed on Junho’s hand in your hair. He climbed the stairs with a predatory grace, stepping directly between the two of you. Without a word to Junho, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his side.
“I’m done practicing,” Minho said, his voice sharp and possessive. He glanced at Junho with a terrifying, thin-lipped smile. “You can go now. I’m taking my girlfriend out. And next time you’re scared, Y/N, you stay in the studio and annoy me. I don't care how many times I trip—stay away from other guys.”
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Felix
A freak thunderstorm had turned the sky pitch black by 2 PM, and the loud cracks of lightning had you jumping into Felix's lap every time the windows rattled. Felix was hunched over his phone in the cafeteria, deep into a high-stakes mobile tournament with his teammates.
“Babe, please, I just lost my killstreak because you bumped my arm,” Felix said, his deep voice sounding strained. “It’s just thunder. You’re being way too clingy. Can you just go sit with someone else for a bit? I really need to win this.”
Feeling rejected, you found your friend, Sunwoo, at a nearby table. You sat close to him, and he started telling you funny stories to drown out the sound of the storm. At one point, you hid your face against Sunwoo’s shoulder after a particularly loud thunderclap.
The sound of a chair screeching against the floor made everyone look up. Felix was standing there, his phone shoved into his pocket, his jaw set tight. He walked over and grabbed your hand, pulling you up so forcefully you stumbled into his chest. He didn't even look at Sunwoo, but his presence was suffocatingly protective.
“I don’t care about the game anymore,” Felix rumbled, his voice vibrating through your frame as he tucked your head under his chin. He shot Sunwoo a look that screamed ’mine’. “We’re leaving for our date. If you’re scared of the lightning, you hide in my chest, not his. Let’s go.”

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Ahhh this so cuteee

 

[𝕬𝖓𝖌3𝖑𝖎𝖈]

Ahhh this so cuteee

Tyyy!!

 

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I.N
The seniors had gone too far this time. A "harmless" prank involving a high-decibel air horn and a falling prop in the dark theater wing had sent you spiraling. Your heart was still hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird, and the only person you wanted to be near was Jeongin.
You found him by the school gates, leaning against a brick wall with a group of his friends. He was laughing at something one of them said, looking effortlessly cool in his loosened tie and messy hair. You rushed up to him, tucking yourself under his arm and gripping his blazer with trembling fingers. You just needed to feel his heartbeat to calm your own.
Jeongin froze. He felt the eyes of his friends on him—the guys were already beginning to smirk and nudge each other. Wanting to maintain his "tough" upperclassman image, he gently but firmly pushed you back a few inches.
"Y/N, seriously? Not right now," he said, his voice lacks its usual warmth. He gave a forced, awkward laugh to his friends. "Stop acting like such a baby. It was just a prank, you're fine. Go grab a snack or something, I'll see you later."
The word baby felt like a slap, especially delivered with that embarrassed roll of his eyes. Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you turned away before he could see your eyes fill with tears.
You wandered toward the school garden, where you ran into your friend, Beomgyu. He saw your face and immediately knew something was wrong. You sat on a stone bench together, and you poured your heart out, telling him how the prank had scared you and how Jeongin had made you feel small for needing him. Beomgyu sighed, leaning in close to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice soft and comforting. "He’s just being immature, Y/N. You don't deserve to be talked to like that."
A shadow suddenly stretched across the grass, blocking the late afternoon sun.
You looked up to see Jeongin. He wasn't the "cool" boy from ten minutes ago; he looked older, his jaw set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He didn't look at you first—he looked at Beomgyu’s hand near your face.
Jeongin stepped directly into the small space between you and Beomgyu, his shoulder physically shoving Beomgyu back a few inches. The air around him felt heavy and tense.
"I’ve been looking for you," Jeongin said, his voice low and vibrating with a protective anger that made your breath hitch. He turned his head slightly to look at Beomgyu, his expression icy and dismissive. "And I think I'm the only one who gets to call her a baby. It’s a term of endearment when I say it. It’s an invitation for a fight when you act like you're her protector."
He reached down, his large hand enveloping yours and pulling you upward. He didn't let go, his grip firm and possessive as he tucked you against his side, marking his territory.
"Let’s go, Y/N," he muttered, finally looking at you with eyes that softened just a fraction, though his jealousy was still evident. "Our date was supposed to start ten minutes ago. I’m not spending another second watching you talk to him."
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Han
It was the most horrifying thing you'd ever seen. A massive, hairy spider—easily the size of your palm—was squatting right in the middle of your locker shelf. You’d slammed the door shut and spent the next three periods in a state of hyper-alert panic. You sought out Han in the empty choir room, where he was usually writing lyrics in peace.
You didn't ask; you just sat next to him at the piano, your entire side pressed against his, your hand wrapped around his arm like a vise. Every time a door opened in the hall, you flinched and squeezed tighter.
Han was trying to focus on a complex rhyme scheme for a new track. The constant shaking of your arm and your heavy breathing against his shoulder was breaking his concentration. After the fifth time you squeezed his bicep so hard you left a mark, he put his pen down, a look of exasperation crossing his face.
"Y/N, come on. It’s just a spider, they're not going to jump out of your locker and chase you down the hall," he said, his voice a little sharper than he intended. He tried to wiggle his arm free from your grip, looking around the small room like he needed an escape. "I'm literally suffocating here. I have a deadline for these lyrics. Go find someone else to talk to until lunch is over."
The harsh words stung, primarily because he hadn't even looked at you when he said them, his eyes fixed on his notebook. You released his arm and mumbled an apology, your heart sinking as you left the choir room.
You wandered aimlessly until you heard music coming from the practice rooms. Your friend, Wooyoung, was in there, practicing for an upcoming performance. He saw your tear-streaked face and stopped the music immediately. You sat down next to him on the small stool, leaning on his shoulder as you recounted the spider, the scare, and Han’s cutting words. Wooyoung gently rubbed your back, offering soft words of comfort and validation.
"He shouldn't have said that to you," Wooyoung whispered, his focus entirely on making you feel better.
The practice room door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang that made you jump. Han stood in the doorway, his face frantic and slightly panicked. He must have finished his lyrics—or given up entirely—and realized he’d upset you. But his expression instantly hardened as he saw how close you were to Wooyoung, your head resting on his shoulder.
He strode into the room, his eyes dark with jealousy, and stepped directly between the two of you, physically separating the contact.
"I don't care if I was annoyed earlier; I'm ten times more annoyed seeing you cling to him," Han snapped, his voice tight and possessive. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet. "Our date time is now. We're going to that new restaurant."
He looked at Wooyoung with a fierce, warning glare before tugging you out the door. "And next time," he whispered to you as you walked down the hall, his anger fading into regretful protectiveness, "you annoy me with your clinging all you want. Just don't let anyone else be that close to you."

Ahh twin I want all of them to come true

 

[𝕬𝖓𝖌3𝖑𝖎𝖈]

Ahh twin I want all of them to come true

yes yes I wish!!!!

 

[STAYFOREVER:3☺️]

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Bangchan
The high school hallways felt unusually cold after a mandatory assembly about a string of local break-ins. Every shadow looked like a person; every slamming locker sounded like a threat. You sought out Chan in the student council room, practically vibrating with anxiety. You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind while he was trying to coordinate the upcoming school festival.
“Y/N, I really need to finish these permits,” he muttered, his pen scratching furiously against the paper. You whimpered, burying your face in his back, but he let out a frustrated huff, gently but firmly prying your fingers off him. “I love you, but you’re acting like a shadow today. I can’t move, I can’t breathe, and I’m falling behind. Go find someone else to hang out with until the final bell.”
Stung by his rejection, you retreated to the library’s quietest corner, where you found your childhood friend, Minhyuk. You sat so close to him that your shoulders touched, whispering to him about how the assembly had spooked you. Minhyuk was a good listener; he chuckled softly and let you lean against him, his hand hovering over your shoulder in a comforting gesture.
Suddenly, the library’s heavy oak doors swung open with a resounding thud. Chan stood there, his tie pulled loose, his chest heaving as if he’d run across the entire campus. His eyes landed on you and Minhyuk, and his expression shifted from frantic to pure, unadulterated jealousy. He marched over, his shadow looming over the table.
“The meeting is over,” Chan said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that made the librarian shush him—though he didn't care. He grabbed your bag with one hand and your waist with the other, hauling you up. He leveled a dark, warning stare at Minhyuk. “Thanks for watching her, but her boyfriend is here now. We’re going on our date. And Y/N? If you’re scared, you wait for me. Don't ever let him get that close to you again.”

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Leeknow
A massive, snarling stray dog had cornered you on your way to school, and though a teacher had chased it off, the adrenaline hadn't left your system. You followed Minho into the dance studio, sitting on the floor just inches away from his feet while he rehearsed a difficult solo. Every time he paused, you reached out to grab the hem of his shorts or his hand.
“Y/N, stop,” he snapped after the fifth time you tripped him up during a turn. He turned off the music, the silence in the room echoing. “You’re being a literal barnacle. It’s not cute anymore; it’s distracting. I have a performance to perfect. Go find a hobby and stop clinging to me.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you left the studio. You headed to the outdoor bleachers where your friend, Junho, was sitting. You sat beside him, your knees tucked to your chest, telling him how Minho had brushed you off. Junho sighed sympathetically, reaching out to pat your head and ruffle your hair to cheer you up.
“Hey.”
The voice was cold enough to freeze the air. Minho was standing at the bottom of the
bleachers, his practice shirt soaked in sweat, his eyes fixed on Junho’s hand in your hair. He climbed the stairs with a predatory grace, stepping directly between the two of you. Without a word to Junho, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his side.
“I’m done practicing,” Minho said, his voice sharp and possessive. He glanced at Junho with a terrifying, thin-lipped smile. “You can go now. I’m taking my girlfriend out. And next time you’re scared, Y/N, you stay in the studio and annoy me. I don't care how many times I trip—stay away from other guys.”
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Felix
A freak thunderstorm had turned the sky pitch black by 2 PM, and the loud cracks of lightning had you jumping into Felix's lap every time the windows rattled. Felix was hunched over his phone in the cafeteria, deep into a high-stakes mobile tournament with his teammates.
“Babe, please, I just lost my killstreak because you bumped my arm,” Felix said, his deep voice sounding strained. “It’s just thunder. You’re being way too clingy. Can you just go sit with someone else for a bit? I really need to win this.”
Feeling rejected, you found your friend, Sunwoo, at a nearby table. You sat close to him, and he started telling you funny stories to drown out the sound of the storm. At one point, you hid your face against Sunwoo’s shoulder after a particularly loud thunderclap.
The sound of a chair screeching against the floor made everyone look up. Felix was standing there, his phone shoved into his pocket, his jaw set tight. He walked over and grabbed your hand, pulling you up so forcefully you stumbled into his chest. He didn't even look at Sunwoo, but his presence was suffocatingly protective.
“I don’t care about the game anymore,” Felix rumbled, his voice vibrating through your frame as he tucked your head under his chin. He shot Sunwoo a look that screamed ’mine’. “We’re leaving for our date. If you’re scared of the lightning, you hide in my chest, not his. Let’s go.”

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Omg the idea I gave you made it turn out so well ( if you want more Ideas i can help )

 

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Lowkey kind feel bad for the friends y/n goes to instead they are just trying to make her feel better . (I guess they did
make skz jelly though)

 

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Lowkey kind feel bad for the friends y/n goes to instead they are just trying to make her feel better . (I guess they did
make skz jelly though)

lol kinda feel bad for Felix in the Binne situation

 

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lol kinda feel bad for Felix in the Binne situation

Fr

 

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Hyunjin
The drama department had been moving some realistic-looking mannequins into the art hall, and one had fallen over right in front of you, sending you into a panicked spiral. You spent the afternoon glued to Hyunjin’s side in the art room. He was working on an oil painting for his final portfolio, and your constant hovering was making him nervous. When you accidentally bumped his elbow while seeking a hug, a streak of black paint ruined the face of his portrait.
“Seriously?!” Hyunjin groaned, slamming his palette down. “Y/N, I need space! You’re being so needy today that I can’t even do my work. Just go away for a while, please.”
Hurt by his tone, you found your friend, San, in the school courtyard. You sat on a bench together, and you were mid-sentence describing how the mannequins looked like ghosts when San put a comforting arm around your shoulders.
The courtyard door slammed open. Hyunjin stood there, his hands still stained with paint, his face flushed with a mix of regret and fury. He saw San’s arm around you and saw red. He stormed across the grass, practically ripping you out of San’s reach.
“I’m sorry I yelled, okay?” Hyunjin hissed, pulling you into a crushing embrace while glaring at San with eyes that could melt steel. “But don’t you dare think for a second that he can protect you better than I can. The car is waiting. We’re going on our date, and you’re not leaving my side for the rest of the night.”

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seungmin
The school’s basement—where you’d had to retrieve some supplies—was notoriously creepy, and a flickering light had sent you running back to Seungmin. He was in the library, surrounded by stacks of textbooks, preparing for the honors exams. You kept trying to hold his hand or lean your head on his shoulder, but he kept shifting away.
“Y/N, your hand is sweaty and you’re distracting me from my notes,” Seungmin said coldly, not even looking up. “You’re being a nuisance today. If you can’t sit quietly and leave me alone, go somewhere else.”
Heartbroken, you went to the rooftop to clear your head and found your friend, Eric. You were leaning against the railing, and Eric was talking to you in a low, soothing voice, eventually putting a hand on your waist to steady you as you looked over the edge.
The rooftop door flew open with a violent bang. Seungmin stood there, his eyes cold and focused, his hands balled into fists. He marched over and physically moved Eric’s hand off you, replacing it with his own firm grip on your arm.
“The study session is officially over,” Seungmin said, his voice clipping with jealousy. He stared Eric down until the other boy looked away. “I’m taking you to the movies. And for the record, Y/N? You’re my nuisance. If you’re scared, you come to me—even if I’m busy. Don’t ever let another guy touch you like that again.”
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Changbin
The chemistry lab had been a disaster. A minor miscalculation by a classmate had resulted in a beaker shattering and a sudden, booming pop that shook the floor. While the teacher insisted it was a harmless reaction, the noise had rattled you to your core. Every slamming locker or heavy footstep in the hallway now made you flinch violently.
Seeking sanctuary, you headed to the school gym during the after-school block. You found Changbin in the corner, his black tank top damp with sweat as he focused on a heavy set of bicep curls. You didn't say a word; you simply walked up and wrapped both arms around his bicep, burying your face in his shoulder.
"Whoa, Y/N?" he grunted, the weight in his hand wobbling. He lowered the dumbbell with a heavy thud and looked down at you, his breath coming in short, rhythmic bursts. "Babe, I’m in the middle of a drop set. I can’t have you hanging off my arm like a backpack."
"I'm just scared, Binnie. The lab today—"
"I heard about it. It was just a small explosion, you're fine," he sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. He looked back at his weights, his focus shifting back to his workout. "Look, I love you, but you’re actually ruining my form and my set. I don't want to accidentally drop something on you. Go sit on the bleachers or something, okay?"
The bluntness of his rejection stung. Feeling like a burden rather than a girlfriend, you turned on your heel and hurried out of the gym. You didn't want to go home to an empty house, so you found your friend, Felix, sitting at the outdoor picnic tables. You sat close to him, your voices hushed as you vented about how the noise had terrified you and how Changbin had brushed you off. Felix, being the gentle soul he was, leaned in close, listening intently and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder to steady your shaking.
"He's probably just in the zone, Y/N. Don't take it personally," Felix whispered, his face just inches from yours as he tried to catch your eye and make you smile.
Suddenly, the heavy metal door of the gym creaked open with a slow, ominous groan. Changbin stepped out, his gym bag slung over one shoulder, his muscles still tensed and bulging from the pump. His eyes scanned the courtyard until they landed on the two of you—specifically on Felix’s hand resting on your shoulder.
His expression shifted instantly from post-workout exhaustion to a dark, simmering possessiveness. He marched across the grass, his heavy footsteps sounding like a warning. He didn't even look at Felix as he stepped between the two of you, physically breaking the contact and pulling you up by the waist.
"I’m done with my workout," Changbin said, his voice dropping into that low, rasping tone that meant he was beyond annoyed. He looked Felix up and down once, a clear scowl etched on his face, before turning his gaze back to you. "My girl, my date, my car. We're leaving now."
He gripped your hand firmly, his fingers interlocking with yours as he began to lead you toward the parking lot. "And for the record," he muttered into your ear, his voice possessive and thick with jealousy, "if you're scared, you come back to the gym and wait for me. I don't care about my set that much. Don't go running to him again."

Bro the way seungmin said you are my nuisance UGH MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT

 

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Bro the way seungmin said you are my nuisance UGH MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT

YESSSS

 

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Hyunjin
The drama department had been moving some realistic-looking mannequins into the art hall, and one had fallen over right in front of you, sending you into a panicked spiral. You spent the afternoon glued to Hyunjin’s side in the art room. He was working on an oil painting for his final portfolio, and your constant hovering was making him nervous. When you accidentally bumped his elbow while seeking a hug, a streak of black paint ruined the face of his portrait.
“Seriously?!” Hyunjin groaned, slamming his palette down. “Y/N, I need space! You’re being so needy today that I can’t even do my work. Just go away for a while, please.”
Hurt by his tone, you found your friend, San, in the school courtyard. You sat on a bench together, and you were mid-sentence describing how the mannequins looked like ghosts when San put a comforting arm around your shoulders.
The courtyard door slammed open. Hyunjin stood there, his hands still stained with paint, his face flushed with a mix of regret and fury. He saw San’s arm around you and saw red. He stormed across the grass, practically ripping you out of San’s reach.
“I’m sorry I yelled, okay?” Hyunjin hissed, pulling you into a crushing embrace while glaring at San with eyes that could melt steel. “But don’t you dare think for a second that he can protect you better than I can. The car is waiting. We’re going on our date, and you’re not leaving my side for the rest of the night.”

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seungmin
The school’s basement—where you’d had to retrieve some supplies—was notoriously creepy, and a flickering light had sent you running back to Seungmin. He was in the library, surrounded by stacks of textbooks, preparing for the honors exams. You kept trying to hold his hand or lean your head on his shoulder, but he kept shifting away.
“Y/N, your hand is sweaty and you’re distracting me from my notes,” Seungmin said coldly, not even looking up. “You’re being a nuisance today. If you can’t sit quietly and leave me alone, go somewhere else.”
Heartbroken, you went to the rooftop to clear your head and found your friend, Eric. You were leaning against the railing, and Eric was talking to you in a low, soothing voice, eventually putting a hand on your waist to steady you as you looked over the edge.
The rooftop door flew open with a violent bang. Seungmin stood there, his eyes cold and focused, his hands balled into fists. He marched over and physically moved Eric’s hand off you, replacing it with his own firm grip on your arm.
“The study session is officially over,” Seungmin said, his voice clipping with jealousy. He stared Eric down until the other boy looked away. “I’m taking you to the movies. And for the record, Y/N? You’re my nuisance. If you’re scared, you come to me—even if I’m busy. Don’t ever let another guy touch you like that again.”
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Changbin
The chemistry lab had been a disaster. A minor miscalculation by a classmate had resulted in a beaker shattering and a sudden, booming pop that shook the floor. While the teacher insisted it was a harmless reaction, the noise had rattled you to your core. Every slamming locker or heavy footstep in the hallway now made you flinch violently.
Seeking sanctuary, you headed to the school gym during the after-school block. You found Changbin in the corner, his black tank top damp with sweat as he focused on a heavy set of bicep curls. You didn't say a word; you simply walked up and wrapped both arms around his bicep, burying your face in his shoulder.
"Whoa, Y/N?" he grunted, the weight in his hand wobbling. He lowered the dumbbell with a heavy thud and looked down at you, his breath coming in short, rhythmic bursts. "Babe, I’m in the middle of a drop set. I can’t have you hanging off my arm like a backpack."
"I'm just scared, Binnie. The lab today—"
"I heard about it. It was just a small explosion, you're fine," he sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. He looked back at his weights, his focus shifting back to his workout. "Look, I love you, but you’re actually ruining my form and my set. I don't want to accidentally drop something on you. Go sit on the bleachers or something, okay?"
The bluntness of his rejection stung. Feeling like a burden rather than a girlfriend, you turned on your heel and hurried out of the gym. You didn't want to go home to an empty house, so you found your friend, Felix, sitting at the outdoor picnic tables. You sat close to him, your voices hushed as you vented about how the noise had terrified you and how Changbin had brushed you off. Felix, being the gentle soul he was, leaned in close, listening intently and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder to steady your shaking.
"He's probably just in the zone, Y/N. Don't take it personally," Felix whispered, his face just inches from yours as he tried to catch your eye and make you smile.
Suddenly, the heavy metal door of the gym creaked open with a slow, ominous groan. Changbin stepped out, his gym bag slung over one shoulder, his muscles still tensed and bulging from the pump. His eyes scanned the courtyard until they landed on the two of you—specifically on Felix’s hand resting on your shoulder.
His expression shifted instantly from post-workout exhaustion to a dark, simmering possessiveness. He marched across the grass, his heavy footsteps sounding like a warning. He didn't even look at Felix as he stepped between the two of you, physically breaking the contact and pulling you up by the waist.
"I’m done with my workout," Changbin said, his voice dropping into that low, rasping tone that meant he was beyond annoyed. He looked Felix up and down once, a clear scowl etched on his face, before turning his gaze back to you. "My girl, my date, my car. We're leaving now."
He gripped your hand firmly, his fingers interlocking with yours as he began to lead you toward the parking lot. "And for the record," he muttered into your ear, his voice possessive and thick with jealousy, "if you're scared, you come back to the gym and wait for me. I don't care about my set that much. Don't go running to him again."

Bro I feel like Felix did that to make Changbin jelly

 

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Bro I feel like Felix did that to make Changbin jelly

YES IT SEEM JUST LIKE HIMM

 

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Bro the way seungmin said you are my nuisance UGH MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT

me nietherrr