Uninvited Omega

by Fanficonly

Summary:

Stray Kids, a K-pop idol group, became a global sensation just after two years of debut. Maybe that was why nobody could understand the announcement made by the JYP label of adding another member to the group.

Enters Hwang Hyunjin - Omega.

Stray Kids put up the perfect plan to make sure that he didn't hurt their pack in any way. Alphas will ignore him completely, while the Omegas would make sure that he didn't even think about joining their pack. Han, their only Beta, would make sure that he never crossed any limits; he was just going to be a group member, not a pack member.

 

Will they succeed in their plan?

Chapter 1: Starting......

Stray Kids, a K-pop idol group, became a global sensation just after two years of debut. Maybe that was why nobody could understand the announcement made by the JYP label of adding another member to the group.

 

They weren't only known for their powerful performance but also for the love they held for one another. Straykids Kids wasn't the only group that were mated to each other, but it wasn't that common as well.

 

So it really seemed odd to almost everyone that they were adding another member; a lot speculated that it was just a tactic to gain more fans, and loyal fans were worried about how things would go.

 

Stray Kids themselves were not only worried but also angry; the fans weren't aware, but they knew it was actually happening for real.

 

Someone was going to become a part of their group and the cherry on the top was that someone was an omega, Alphas were furious but Omegas felt more than just furious, they felt territorial, whoever it was going to be, none of them wouldn't allow him to hurt their pack, and they were definitely not going to let him seduce their Alpha.

 

Stray Kids was a pack of seven members, Chan being the Pack Alpha, Lee know - Pack Luna, Changbin and Jeongin - Alpha, Omega - Felix, Seungmin, and the only Beta of the Pack - Han.

 

Omegas weren't sure who it was going to be, but he wouldn't become a part of their Pack ever. Alphas knew that a foreign omega would make their mates uneasy, so they had decided that none of the Alphas would ever communicate with him.

 

A member joining any group, irrespective of their subgender, was known as the curse; it would cause the fall of the group, and there has never been any group that could bypass this curse. Which is why adding another member to any group after debut had become something taboo.

 

Stray Kids even felt that maybe JYP wanted them to disband; there really wasn't any other explanation for this. But they will never give up.

 

Will they succeed in their plan?.....

Chapter 2: Accomodation

Summary:

Hyunjin will meet Stray Kids for the very first time.

How will he live with others?

Even after the official announcement was made, many people still couldn't believe it. However, when the JYP label account posted a photo of the new member along with his information, it was unsurprising to see the news trending across all platforms.

 

Hwang Hyunjin, an Omega, was incredibly attractive, and the likes on his photo broke records. Many anticipated backlash and a hate train, but it seemed that pretty privilege was real. Even the most dedicated fan accounts welcomed him with enthusiasm.

 

However, in the Stray Kids dorm, his striking looks felt more like a curse to the other omegas. None of them were pleased with how he appeared.

 

Even without being an official member of Stray Kids, he was welcomed by the fans swiftly. The members were not only unhappy but also jealous; it seemed unfair that he gained acceptance so quickly simply because of his appearance. The next day, they would meet him for the first time, and the omegas were determined to ensure that he knew his place.

 

***

 

Today was going to be the most nerve-wracking day of Hyunjin's life. He had never imagined that he would become a K-pop idol and join an already established group. He had hesitated to accept the offer because he was a trainee—something he had decided to pursue only after being encouraged by his colleagues. Hyunjin had always been afraid of crowds and didn’t understand why he had chosen this path; now he felt completely overwhelmed.

 

Manager Ria had contacted him that morning about his accommodation within the group, which brought him some relief. He wasn’t sure how to interact with people who had already been together for so long, so he figured if he faced any issues, he could turn to her rather than to the others.

 

However, Stray Kids did not like this arrangement at all. If the company determined the accommodation, it meant they would have to live according to Hyunjin’s preferences.

 

Hyunjin's hopes were dashed as soon as he met Stray Kids. Manager Ria introduced him straightforwardly: "This is Hwang Hyunjin, your new member, and you will decide his accommodation."

 

Hyunjin's smile faded immediately, while the other omegas smirked in response.

 

"Okay then! We will make sure he is comfortable," Minho said, his tone carrying an undercurrent that felt threatening.

 

None of the members introduced themselves. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know who they were.

 

Manager Ria looked at Hyunjin apologetically, as if she wanted to say something, but then left, nodding to herself.

 

Hyunjin stood there, feeling confused and awkward.

 

"Let’s get to the dorm," Chan instructed.

 

While everyone else took the same car, Hyunjin rode in a separate one with the manager, who was already waiting. Upon seeing him, she looked shocked and asked if they had even spoken to each other.

 

When he replied negatively, her face revealed both reluctance and disappointment.

 

Upon arriving at the dorm, Minho led him to a room that was relatively small and had previously been used for storage. Despite the manager’s request for a better room, Minho insisted that if Hyunjin had any issues, he could either stay there or find a hotel.

 

Hyunjin, however, said he was okay with the room.

 

Minho then made it clear that under no circumstances was Hyunjin allowed in the nest.

 

Manager Ria wanted to reprimand him, but before she could, Hyunjin responded positively again.

 

Seeing Hyunjin accept this, Minho continued outlining more restrictions:

 

He wasn’t allowed to get near any alphas unless the profession demanded it.

 

He couldn’t scent them or be scented by them.

 

Their belongings were off-limits to him, and they couldn’t touch his either.

 

If he felt his heat coming, he had to inform them beforehand and could go to a hotel. If any of the members were in heat or ruts, he wasn’t allowed to remain in the dorm.

 

Manager Ria was now in a dilemma, unsure of how things would unfold. She could only hope for the best.

 

After this ordeal, Hyunjin prepared to settle into his room while Manager Ria went back to work. Meanwhile, Han approached Minho to catch up.

 

"Are you guys sure about all of this?" Han asked cautiously.

 

"About what things?" Felix replied.

 

"Him not entering the nest, no conversation, and all that," Han explained nervously.

 

"Do you want to nest with him?" Seungmin asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

"Of course not," Han responded frantically.

 

"I just... You all know you’re omegas, right? If an omega's core needs aren't met, they could fall into an Omega drop, right?" Han questioned, sounding worried.

 

"We are omegas, so of course, we know that. But he is a group member, not a pack member. Why should his omega needs be fulfilled here?" Felix countered.

 

"Exactly!" Seungmin supported Felix's argument.

 

Minho nodded calmly in agreement.

 

"Okay then!" Han sighed, and he then took his leave going back to his room.

 

He really hoped everything would be alright.

Notes:

"I'll be updating on an every-other-day schedule. So for example, if I update today, the next chapter will be up the day after tomorrow."

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What do you think will happen now?
Are the Omegas being mean?
How will Hyunjin feel in such an environment?

Chapter 3: Behaviour

Summary:

How will the Omegas behave around Hyunjin?

What will Han do?

Can Hyunjin adjust himself around them?

Every staff member could see how Stray Kids was treating Hyunjin.

 

Nobody actually attempted to have a normal conversation with him except for Han; Alpha completely ignored his existence, while the Omegas only provided professional guidance when necessary.

 

Hyunjin was living in the smallest room in their dorm, which contained little more than a small bed, a desk in the corner, a little almirah, and a tiny bathroom. Minho had arranged a small space in the kitchen for him to cook his own meals with his own utensils, and he was only able to eat in his room.

 

Manager Ria wanted to intervene many times; the way they were treating him wasn't right. He wasn’t a pack member, but he was still part of the group.

 

Why couldn't he eat with them?

 

Why couldn’t he even have a conversation with them?

 

The only person who talked to him casually was Han.

 

They treated him like he was invisible, as if he didn’t even exist, as if his presence didn’t matter.

 

Even prisoners receive better treatment than this.

 

The only positive aspect was how Hyunjin excelled at choreography; his dedication to training was remarkable.

 

Perhaps it was because he wanted to prove his worth and show that he deserved to be there, but he never received compliments from them. None of them congratulated him on his small victories. He kept working harder without any appreciation from anyone.

 

In just a month, he had made progress that seemed miraculous, even without words of affirmation or emotional support. All of them wondered how he managed that.

 

Now, it seemed to have taken a toll on him. He started to act extremely bubbly and odd, perhaps trying to grab their attention.

 

He would randomly dance or sing, run around as if he didn’t care who saw him, and make jokes, laughing at his own antics. He became quirky in ways no one had imagined.

 

Yet, none of them gave him any attention. His clumsiness went unacknowledged; nobody reacted to his random singing and dancing.

 

Han tried to reason with them, but they refused to understand. No matter how hard Hyunjin tried to get their attention, he was met with silence.

 

Ria had the authority to step in and reprimand them for their behaviour, but somehow, no one realised she never did, which only fueled the situation. None of them made any effort to help Hyunjin feel comfortable or at home.

 

Yet, something began to change.

 

Hyunjin was exhausted after practice one day and instead of going back to his room, sprawled across the couch.

 

When the others returned, they hadn’t expected to find him like this.

 

Han found it adorable, while the others were irritated.

 

“Go sleep in your room,” Minho commanded.

 

“No,” Hyunjin murmured.

 

“Go sleep in your room,” Minho said more sternly.

 

“Nope. Not moving,” Hyunjin replied, curling into a tighter ball. “You can’t make me.”

 

“Wrong answer,” Minho snorted angrily.

 

Strong arms hooked under Hyunjin's knees, while another slipped around his back, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. Hyunjin let out an indignant squeak that quickly turned into shocked silence, while Minho's expression remained unchanged.

 

Hyunjin knew Minho was strong, but not this strong.

 

“If you won’t move, I will move you,” Minho said smugly, a sarcastic grin on his face taking Hyunjin to his room and putting him on the bed.

 

“Better,” Han said, tucking the blanket around Hyunjin.

 

This became a routine: Hyunjin would sleep in random spots, and the Omegas would carry him back to his room as soon as they saw him. Han would follow to tuck in the blanket, ensuring Hyunjin was comfortable and safe.

 

After one of those incidents, Han confronted the others.

 

“Do you really need to move him all the time? Can't you let him sleep wherever he wants?” Han sighed.

 

“Never,” the Omegas replied in unison.

 

“Guys, come on!” Han exclaimed.

 

“He can only sleep in his room and nowhere else,” Felix said, and the others nodded in agreement.

 

Han then looked at the Alphas.

 

“Aren’t you going to do anything about this?” Han asked.

 

The Alphas looked awkwardly at one another and didn’t respond.

 

Han was done with them and didn’t know what to do.

 

That same night, they were informed that they would have to participate in a variety show with Hyunjin the next day, which would be their first content together.

 

Han was worried, and so were the others.

 

The variety show they were invited to was arranged before Hyunjin joined them.

 

It was the most scandalous variety show known as the Curse/Boon Variety Show, which could result in either an increase or a decrease in fan support. They had accepted the offer at that time because they trusted each other and believed their bond could withstand any scandal or rumours.

 

But now, the situation was different.

 

All of them were expecting the worst.

Notes:

What will happen in the variety show?

How long can Hyunjin tolerate their indifference?

 

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Chapter 4: Lie detector

Summary:

What will happen in the variety show?

How is Hyunjin feeling about everything?

All of them were not only nervous; they were scared and now more than aware.

 

Their actions these days were borderline torture; they ignored his existence.

 

Maybe today they would pay the price.

 

When troubles come, they make you realise things you deliberately avoid. They offer you a mirror to look at your own self and the result of your selfish motives.

 

All of them prepared themselves for the worst, ready to accept the fate of it all.

 

They weren't perfect; they made mistakes, but mistakes always came at a cost.

 

None of them tried to talk to Hyunjin, not now; it felt insincere, and whatever they received would be the consequences of their own actions.

 

They expected the worst but not this.

 

The variety show arranged a game that was basically planning doom for them.

 

A lie detector test—now the truth would unfold, and nobody could stop it.

 

Even if Hyunjin wanted to let it go, to give them a chance to make it up, now he couldn't.

 

They made the preparations; Hyunjin was now ready to speak. Hyunjin was sitting in the chair with different wires attached; now his words were ready to be judged.

 

"How are you?" The host asked the very first question.

 

"Scared and nervous ", Hyunjin replied a little awkwardly.

 

The lie detector made a little noise, and then the lights blinked green.

 

"Ok, thank you, let's start for real now...." Host smiled

 

"Do you feel safe with members?" Host inquired.

 

A tricky question, being safe and feeling safe may sound similar but the context wasn't.

 

You could stay at an entirely safe place and yet feel unsafe.

 

"Absolutely," Hyunjin said with a big smile.

 

The green light blinked again.

 

All of them felt a little relieved, at least he didn't feel unsafe around them.

 

But the next question shattered all the hopes.

 

"Do they love you?" Host asked with a smirk.

 

Now they were doomed.

 

Even if they treated him nicely, "Was it possible to make someone feel loved in just a month?"

 

"Yes, a lot" Hyunjin replied instantly with a giddy smile.

 

The green light blinked again, shocking not only the host but the members as well.

 

"Hyunjin thought they loved him?"

 

" But how and why?"

 

The host is now nervous, wanting to grab an opportunity. He asked with a sly smile.

 

How do you feel around the Alphas? Do they treat you right?

 

Now everyone waited with still breath.

 

"I think they are the best Alphas I've ever met", Hyunjin said proudly.

 

Green.

 

What was happening?

 

"Maybe Hyunjin was a good liar " Seungmin thought.

 

"Was the machine broken " Minho wondered.

 

Why did he like the Alphas? Jeongin wondered as well.

 

Which one of the Omegas loves you the most?

 

Here comes the question with a definite answer, all of them knew Omegas almost hated him.

 

Maybe that was why Hyunjin took some time, after another reminder he replied.

 

"Minho loves me the most, but both Felix and Seungmin love me a lot as well"

 

Nobody answered. When had Minho ever loved Hyunjin? In fact, he was the one who had welcomed him the least.

 

The green light kept on blinking, and the others were now fully confused.

 

Why? Why were they his greatest support?

 

Why would Hyunjin want to stay with them forever?

 

Why did Hyunjin feel encouraged by them?

 

The only thing explainable was Hyunjin finding Han the kindest.

 

Everything else seemed like a lie, but proved otherwise.

 

Even Manager Ria was dumbfounded, she had witnessed everything and had stopped herself from interfering.

 

What happened on the variety show was beyond their imaginations.

 

They all wondered whether Hyunjin was a good actor or a good liar. But how could he fake his feelings, his emotions?"

 

"Did he really possess the ability to ditch the detector?"

 

The lie detector used was one of the best models ever; its credibility has even been approved by the law.

 

So for the very first time, after the shooting ended, Minho asked Hyunjin to stay with them in the living room for a bit to discuss something.

 

When everyone sat down, they all had the same question.

 

Breaking the silence, Seungmin asked, "How did you ditch the Lie detector?"

 

Upon hearing that others waited to hear Hyunjin's reply, Hyunjin blinked in confusion.

 

Tilting his head, Hyunjin replied with furrowed eyebrows, "Why would I ditch the Lie detector? I didn't lie about anything."

 

"You certainly lied," Chan said in response.

 

"Didn't you say we loved you? Wasn't that a lie?" Changbin enquired

 

"No! You all love me" Hyunjin shrugged with confidence.

 

"No, we don't", they said together.

 

"You do" Hyunjin replied sternly

 

"We don't" They insisted.

 

Hyunjin burst into laughter, "Okay! Okay! You all don't love me," he said, a little breathless from the laugh.

 

It was obvious now, he actually thought and firmly believed that they loved him.

 

"But why?"

 

"When did we ever encourage you?" Felix asked

 

"We have never complimented you or even congratulated you on your progress", Changbin added.

 

"Wasn't it because you all didn't want to pressurise me? If you complimented me, wouldn't that make me work harder to make sure I didn't disappoint you?" Hyunjin said, raising his eyebrows at them.

 

"What?" Jeongin almost shouted in shock.

 

"So what about how we never let you sleep anywhere else other than your bedroom " Chan said

 

Hyunjin then giggled in response.

 

"You mean to say that after I just throw myself anywhere and, upon finding myself safe in my bedroom, tucked nicely, I am supposed to feel that you guys hate me?" Hyunjin looked at Chan with a subtle smile.

 

Now all of them felt a little flustered.

 

"We never share our food with you" Han mentioned.

 

"So the homemade food that is always available for me after late practice is actually magic and not something Minho does", Hyunjin said, now side eyeing Minho.

 

All the others looked at Minho with shock, when did he do that?

 

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't make a mess in the kitchen at night", Minho said, his ears red.

 

"Yup! Absolutely", Hyunjin nodded exaggeratedly in response.

 

"Alpha's never talk to you, like never" Jeongin said, sure that it couldn't be twisted.

 

"So you do that because you hate me and not because you know my past, which is clearly mentioned in the file Manager Ria gave you all", Hyunjin said, squinting his eyes at them.

 

"What past?" Han asked.

 

"I know, you never read the files, I completely believe you guys hate me, and the Alphas ignored me because they hate me and not because they were considerate of my past" Hyunjin smiled, showing thumbs up.

 

It was clear that he was 100% sure they loved him.

 

Standing up from the couch, yawning Hyunjin announced "I hope you guys will continue to hate me like this forever"

 

"I am going to take a nap now", Hyunjin continued and went to his room, giggling to himself.

 

While the others just sat there in shock, all of them were left speechless.

 

WTF!!!!

 

How could Hyunjin be this oblivious?

 

Or did they never actually hate him?

 

What was his past anyway?

Notes:

So, did you guys expect this twist?

What about Hyunjin's past?

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Chapter 5: Hyunjin's Past (1)

Summary:

What happened in Hyunjin's life before?

 

Trigger warning: eating disorder, abandonment, depression and suicidal tendency.

Upon Hyunjin’s departure, they gathered in silence, the file resting at the centre of the table like something forbidden.

 

A file that held everything about Hyunjin’s life.

 

They had ignored it before. Now, curiosity pulled at them with sharp, unrelenting claws.

 

****

Hyunjin’s Past

 

Hwang Hyunjin — a name he had chosen for himself.

 

His real birth date was unknown, his origins blurred in shadow. From the very start, he had been alone.

 

Or so it felt.

 

He told himself he had been happy until the age of five. It was easier to believe that. But the truth, buried in his medical and psychological records, told a much darker story.

 

Born into poverty, Hyunjin had been a fragile child. His body had carried the marks of hunger long before he understood what hunger was. He suffered from an eating disorder before he could even eat freely, and food allergies born not from illness, but from stress.

 

Most of his childhood memories were missing — not because time had stolen them, but because his own mind had hidden them away for survival.

 

But one memory refused to fade.

 

****

 

It was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. His first day of school.

 

Little Hyunjin’s tiny hands clung to his parents as they walked toward the gates. But as soon as he realised they meant to leave him there, his world crumbled.

 

He cried so hard his voice broke. The teachers coaxed him with sweets, promising, “Your parents will be right back.”

 

They still regretted those words.

 

Because that day, nobody came back for him.

 

---

His first day at school became his last day with a family.

 

They left nothing but a note, tucked inside his bag:

 

"He is a burden to us; we can’t take care of him. We are sorry to the school for causing the problem."

 

They apologised to the school. Not to him.

 

And maybe, he thought, they were right. Maybe he really was a burden.

 

But deep down, he clung to the hope that it was all a mistake.

 

"Why would my parents abandon me?

 

I’m a good boy.”

 

The night before, he had given his own dinner to his baby brother. His mother had told him the baby needed more food — because he would be an Alpha one day.

 

Even though Hyunjin had gone to bed hungry, he hadn’t complained.

 

“How could I be a burden?

 

Maybe they just forgot the way to the school…
They’ll come back once they remember.”

 

The school authorities decided to care for him. They, too, would regret it.

 

His parents had never given a birth certificate, only half the admission fee, with a promise to “complete the formalities later.”

 

They had planned this. They abandoned him and erased every trail that could lead back to them.

 

Children can be crueller than adults.

 

It didn’t take long for his classmates to learn the truth.

 

That was when the whispers began.

 

Unwanted.

 

Unlovable.

 

Burden.

 

Disgusting.

 

The words sank deep, carving scars no one could see.

 

At first, he still believed his parents would return. But days passed. Weeks. Months.

 

They never came back.

 

And he began to wonder—

 

“Was I really a burden?”

 

“Do I not deserve to be loved?”

 

He had always heard people say that love was the most important thing in life. That without it, living wasn’t worth it.

 

So he asked himself—

 

“Then why am I alive?”

 

“If I die, nobody will cry.”

 

“Nobody loves me.”

 

At only five years old, Hyunjin wanted to die.

 

When other children laughed at cartoons, he noticed instead that poison could kill.

 

He searched for it.

 

But he couldn’t read yet, so he failed.

 

So he looked for other ways.

 

And one day, his teacher found him standing on the school terrace, ready to jump.

 

The horror in her voice would stay with her forever.

 

“How could a child want to die?”

 

Life had barely begun for him, yet he already wanted it over.

 

The teachers reported it to the authorities. They had seen the signs, but never imagined the depth of his pain.

 

Hyunjin began sitting alone in a corner, his head bowed, a silence that screamed loneliness.

 

The consultation was brief. The diagnosis is clear: childhood depression.

 

It wasn’t surprising. His parents had done more than abandon him — they had destroyed him.

 

Childhood depression isn’t “just in their head” as if it were imaginary. It rewires the brain, disrupts hormones, and weakens the immune system. The only mercy is that a child’s brain can heal, given enough love, safety, and care.

 

But for Hyunjin, none of that came.

 

Everyone who tried to help eventually stepped back. The teachers who once smiled at him began to avoid him; looking at him made them feel heavy.

 

The authorities sent him to the hospital, then to an orphanage.

 

One by one, everyone left.

 

Nobody loved him.

 

Nobody wanted him.

 

Yet they didn’t let him die.

 

“Why?”

 

“What’s the point?”

 

“There’s nothing left.”

 

And this was only the beginning. The years ahead would bring more than just pain.

 

Sometimes, he would think—

 

“If only I had known how to read back then…
I wouldn’t be here now.”

 

The reason he was still alive is ironically because of another disorder he developed.

 

"Dissociative disorder."

Notes:

This is just the beginning; the next chapter will be much longer and sadder.

Hyunjin's past is really horrible here.

 

The next chapter will be uploaded tomorrow evening.😊

 

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Chapter 6: Hyunjin's Past (2)

Summary:

What more did Hyunjin went through?

What will members do now?

What—" Minho's voice broke. “They all just… left him?”

 

"Everyone left him,” Chan said quietly, almost to himself.

 

Changbin clenched his fists under the table.

 

Felix was sobbing silently.

 

"We are not even done halfway," Seungmin muttered, taking a deep breath.

 

"We actually tried to hurt him," Jeongin said, swallowing the lump in his neck, his eyes blurry.

 

"What if we actually succeeded?" Taking a deep breath, Han looked up, his legs trembling anxiously.

 

They continued to know...

 

Little Hyunjin's life didn't get any better in the orphanage.

 

A place where the kids were supposed to be healing together became another hell for him.

 

A place where all the kids felt miserable; everyone wanted to feel better than the other, to just be a little superior, to just be considered more loved, hence were horrible to one another.

 

They told him he was "unwanted" and that there was something wrong with him.

 

That his parents left him because he must be annoying.

 

"They believed firmly that if they had lived with their parents, their parents would have never left them."

 

But Hyunjin's parents left him after five years.

 

So the fault must be his.

 

Hyunjin wanted to die all the time.

 

But he read somewhere...

 

"When everything else is lost, the future still remains."

 

Little Hyunjin felt a bit better; it was definitely true—there was nothing left in his life, but as long as he was alive, he still had a future.

 

"What could he lose anyways?"

 

But little Hyunjin underestimated the world.

 

Even when you have nothing left, the world can still find ways to strip you of more.

 

At eight years old, Hyunjin differentiated into an Omega—something his parents had already predicted and the very reason they had abandoned him in the first place.

 

Hyunjin's That’s when his miserable life became worse.

 

"Omegas," if ever abandoned, were placed in special facilities.

 

But the orphanage was horribly managed; Hyunjin, being the only Omega, was targeted everywhere.

 

Soon the picture turned more and more horrible.

 

Whenever Hyunjin went to sleep, they touched him here and there.

 

Hyunjin discovered it; he wasn't sure when.

 

"When did they start doing that?"

 

"How many times had they touched him?"

 

Hyunjin went to the warden; he really wasn't sure why they did that, but he knew it wasn't right; it made him feel disgusting.

 

But the warden told him he was just dreaming. That he was having nightmares.

 

"Why would kids do that anyways?"

 

Hyunjin confronted those people, and they told him the same.

 

They told him that he was "disgusting ," to think of them in that way.

 

"Was he really the one at fault?"

 

"But he didn't even know what was happening?"

 

"How could he imagine that?"

 

"But he was alone and didn't know what to do?"

 

Maybe if he didn't fall asleep, they wouldn't touch him.

 

So he fought back his sleep all the time, night after night.

 

His body betrayed him, going limp and unresponsive when his mind screamed danger.

 

He woke up with a question every time.

 

"Did they touch him last night?"

 

He wrapped himself completely. Even in the heat.

 

"He felt so guilty of falling asleep; even after knowing what was happening, how could he still fall asleep?"

 

He was always aware; he could feel the bad touch, but he couldn't move, his sleep too deep, his body unresponsive, and he felt so unsafe.

 

And the prayers changed.

 

He once always prayed to the goddess to get his parents back, to be loved, but now he always wished that if he fell asleep, he wouldn't wake up ever again.

 

He didn't want to kill himself anymore, but he definitely wanted to die.

 

Whenever he saw the cars, he wished he was hit.

 

He prayed for a miserable death — maybe then someone would finally care.

 

Maybe if that happened, someone would finally sympathize with him.

 

Hyunjin started falling asleep in the afternoon; he really didn't want to, but he couldn't help it.

 

One of the orphanage helpers asked him, "Are you being touched wrongly?"

 

Hyunjin, with tears in his eyes, nodded, hugging her tightly. He responded, "Yes."

 

In the next second his world crumbled.

 

Tearing away from the hug, she asked, "So why do you still fall asleep?"

 

"Just sleep at night; you're giving them chances. Do you want it to happen?" She continued.

 

"I—I am sorry," Hyunjin replied.

 

Hyunjin found a small space, an empty almira, and that became his treasure.

 

At night when everybody slept, Hyunjin took his small pillow and a little blanket.

 

In that small space only he could exist.

 

He would be safe.

 

Being alone meant being safe.

 

Hyunjin left the orphanage at 15; he didn't cry while doing so.

 

"Why would he?"

 

He started doing part-time jobs.

 

Living in a cramped space, he felt safe.

 

Hyunjin thought he had moved on.

 

He didn't, though; he saw the dreams.

 

He felt those touches; he was alone now, yet never alone.

 

His nightmares are so vague, so vivid.

 

He wondered if he had always imagined it; maybe he was never abused, maybe he just wanted to be a victim, maybe he really was an attention seeker.

 

Soon the reason proved otherwise; he got to know what "sex" really was. He was never educated, never told, yet he was abused and blamed.

 

Hyunjin hated his body, everything about himself.

 

And then one day his coworker asked him.

 

"Why do you respond so late?"

 

That's when Hyunjin realized he wasn't as normal as he thought.

 

Whenever someone told him anything, he did understand it, but somehow, and he didn't know why, he had to repeat the sentence in his mind at least 3-4 times to really process it.

 

It wasn't normal.

 

He finally sought therapy.

 

But it made him more miserable.

 

He didn't live that happily, but the therapy made him realize that his life was never worth living.

 

He had found a coupon for free therapy, and upon arrival and in just a meeting, he was rejected.

 

His problems were underlined, too many to count, and had affected him more than he realized.

 

But the psychiatrist had a meeting with his superiors, and he was actually then granted a group of 4 psychiatrists to work with—free of cost.

 

Hyunjin was flabbergasted; he didn't think that he was that affected. He surely had some problems, but not that much.

 

But soon he was proven wrong.

 

His habit of using his phone late at night wasn't because he was just like others but a trauma response; in order to be able to fall asleep, his eyes had to be tired and his mind distracted.

 

He wasn't only sexually abused but also developed sleep paralysis because of it; he suffered from insomnia as a child.

 

At the age of having nap times, he wasn't even able to get proper sleep of 5-6 hours.

 

His body had gone through too much.

 

When he hadn't gotten his heat even at 15, he assumed puberty was going to hurt him late.

 

But it was just a way for his body to protect itself; he had been sexually abused when he didn't even know what sex was.

 

Now aware, his body was too scared to experience what was normal.

 

Even after so many years, his body refused to completely give in to being omega.

 

The food he couldn't eat was not just because of indigestion but was actually psychogenic dyspepsia—stomach discomfort (like heartburn, bloating, or nausea) caused by stress or emotional triggers rather than a physical gut problem.

 

He was shocked but soon realized the cause.

 

In the orphanage everything was donated. Hyunjin, even though abused, was always sympathetic; he always ate last.

 

But it wasn't only because of sympathy.

 

"Why are you eating so much?"

 

"You eat so little!"

 

"Do you think only you have to eat?"

 

"You ate my portion!"

 

"He didn't..."

 

Comments, constant, all the time, every time.

 

When he thought he was sympathizing with others, he was protecting himself.

 

No matter how strong-witted someone was, constant things always had an impact.

 

Now he experienced acid burns often, as well as indigestion and nausea.

 

Hyunjin prided himself on never doing self-harm.

 

Now he understood in shame,

 

His habit of pacing around and dancing till his lungs gave out wasn't only passion; it was self-harm. Physically, he had always hurt himself.

 

Consciously yet subconsciously.

 

He wasn't quiet as a person, but he just wasn't heard.

 

He didn't share his struggles because it wasn't much, actually. He knew nobody cared.

 

He didn't have a personality.

 

He wasn't even given the opportunity to develop one.

 

He was abused constantly by everyone he knew.

 

Which is why at his workplace, he didn't have friends, even though they seemed nice and encouraged him often.

 

Hyunjin couldn't bring himself to trust them.

 

But the psychiatrist asked him to talk, to share, and it was the worst advice ever.

 

He shared it with one person, and somehow everyone got to know about it.

 

Now everything he did was related to his past; they stopped talking around him, and his clumsiness, once cute, was now considered a trauma effect.

 

Hyunjin became suicidal in a way he never had.

 

His therapist realized the damage they did; the only reason he could survive so long was because he never acknowledged his pain; he was zoned out most of the time, rarely present.

 

Now aware, he was alone like always; there really was nothing for him to live for.

 

Now, his colleague actually told him that he was being too much, that his past was past now, and that he should move on.

 

Hyunjin wanted to move on, but it's easier said than done.

 

Hyunjin had to stop his therapy; they just made him more vulnerable, more hurt.

 

Moving to another place, Hyunjin started keeping to himself; being alive was easier this way.

 

And then, by chance, JYP saw him dancing, That’s how Hyunjin became part of Stray Kids.

 

Closing the file.

 

All of them sat silently; they really didn't know what to say.

 

Their eyes red, tears flowing All of them wept silently.

 

They weren't only shocked; they were ashamed.

 

"Even if Hyunjin didn't go through all of this, did he deserve what they tried to do?"

 

"Did it really take them a horrible past to realize their mistakes?"

 

"Were they really so inhuman?"

 

It really was a miracle Hyunjin survived.

 

"How could someone live such a life?"

Notes:

"What do you think will members do now?"

Hyunjin felt loved, when they were hating him, what will happen if they actually love him?

"When everything else is lost, the future still remains," I read this quote in first grade, it has been my favourite ever since.

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Chapter 7: Just a start....

Summary:

Now how will the members behave around Hyunjin?

What will be Hyunjin's reaction to their changed behaviour?

"What are we supposed to do now?" Seungmin asked biting his lips.

 

"Now we will treat him like a member," Chan declared.

 

"But, he thinks we were great, he liked us like a member from the beginning," Felix added.

 

"And we weren't, we acted like jerks, except Han!" Minho wondered out loud.

 

"It wasn't enough, though," Han said with a guilty conscience.

 

"Still better than us," Jeongin sighed.

 

Changbin nodded disappointed and sad.

 

"Tomorrow we will have a talk with Hyunjin, we will let him know that in the beginning our intentions weren't nice, we all will apologise and treat him nicely from now on," Chan announced.

 

Others nodded in understanding.

 

Hyunjin's past, although tragic, wasn't something they had the right to do anything about; all they could do now was treat him like a member, which was what they were supposed to do from the very start.

 

*****

 

Hyunjin upon waking up, hadn't expected what happened yesterday to repeat.

 

They once again asked him to be a part of their conversation.

 

Although confused Hyunjin obliged.

 

Once everyone took a seat in the living room

 

"We are extremely sorry!" They all apologised together to Hyunjin kneeling down.

 

Hyunjin was left speechless.

 

After a couple of minutes, Hyunjin asked, shrinking into himself.

 

"What are you guys doing?"

 

Chan stood up, and so did the others behind him.

 

Sighing Chan sat down on the other couch opposite Hyunjin.

 

"We are apologising for our behaviour," Chan said genuinely with a soft smile.

 

The others nodded in agreement.

 

"But, there's nothing to apologise for!" Hyunjin said his face twisted in a frown and confusion.

 

"There is!" Felix said firmly.

 

"You might think we were being nice, we weren't though!" Seungmin added

 

"From now on, we will treat you right!" Changbin said with determination.

 

"Okay!" Hyunjin replied confused.

 

So the shift happened.

 

One more chair was added to the dining table.

 

Hyunjin was then asked if he was comfortable enough to eat together with them.

 

His consent was important after all.

 

Hyunjin felt a bit uncomfortable but agreed nonetheless.

 

The best part for him was that he just ate, nobody struck up an awkward conversation, they were among themselves.

 

Hyunjin had never liked eating with people, but right now, even after eating with them, he felt like he was eating alone "No stares, no judgements, no comments." Yet Hyunjin felt their presence, comfortable and warm like a hug he had never had.

 

Hyunjin had just finished practice when Changbin suddenly patted him on his shoulder. Hyunjin flinched hard.

 

Now standing nervously he waited for the harsh words.

 

"Move on!"

 

"Over dramatic!"

 

"Too sensitive!"

 

"You did a great job!" That was what he actually heard, as if Changbin didn't see him flinching, as if Hyunjin never flinched.

 

"Thank you," Hyunjin replied with a bright smile.

 

"You know what happened when James Bond and A Chicken met," Hyunjin asked Han one afternoon in the dance practice room.

 

"What?" Han asked with full attention and curiosity.

 

Chicken asked, "Hey dude, what's your name?
James Bond said, "I am Bond, James Bond.
"And your's?" James asked back.
Chicken replied, "I am Ken, Chi-Ken." Hyunjin laughed out loud at his own joke.

 

But Han laughed louder, so the giggles erupted in the whole studio.

 

Chan went up to them, ruffling Hyunjin's hair. He said, "You are adorable."

 

While Hyunjin went speechless and flustered in response.

 

On another evening, Felix convinced him to play a video game with him, and then Hyunjin started playing almost every day.

 

Filled with playful jabs, funny shouting and heartfelt giggles.

 

Hyunjin lived moments he had once dreamed of.....

 

At night, he went for walks with Minho, something that started casually and has now become a routine.

 

He felt seen, comfortable and maybe loved.

 

He didn't know what love felt like, never had the privilege to be loved, nor did he get to love someone else.

 

Despite that, Hyunjin felt loved, the new experience made him feel like somebody cared enough to know "what was going on in his life?"

 

But .......

 

Now, it was getting too much.....

 

Those sensations, emotions and whatever he felt, all the things were getting too much for him.

 

He was anxious, stressed and God knows what else, but he didn't feel right. Not anymore.

 

"They were being nice, really!"

 

Still, Hyunjin started feeling overwhelmed almost every day.

 

******

 

Today those feelings were affecting him more, he couldn't tune them out, he tried to.....

 

Feeling quite uneasy, he went to sleep earlier that day.

 

The nightmare came.

 

The vivid dream, vague touches, the helplessness, those disgusting hands, his tears, his prayers of death.

 

After years it happened again.

 

Hyunjin woke up and wondered,

 

"Did they touch me again?"

 

Blinking the tears away, he took in his surroundings slowly but surely, and he realised it had happened years ago when he was just a "child."

 

Not anymore, he was safe here.

 

He tried to feel safe, because he should be safe...

 

But his emotions refused to understand.....

 

The room felt bigger, deeper with every breath.

 

Air scraped at his throat, too thin, too sharp.

 

His Heart thudded so fast it didn’t feel like a heartbeat anymore—just a drumroll under his ribs.

 

He heard voices around him, too many, too much, they were shouting at him, calling him names, slurs.

 

He was alive, "Why?" "For what!"

 

His fingers trembled, his nails digging into his palms as if pain could anchor him to reality, give him clarity.

 

But the room kept on getting bigger and bigger.

 

Something was wrong—no, everything was wrong—

 

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

 

The only thing louder than his racing pulse was the thought screaming in his head: You’re not safe. You’re not safe.

 

He wanted to be safe.

 

"Cupboard! Cupboard!"

 

Disoriented, Hyunjin ran and stumbled toward the only place his mind deemed safe.

 

His eyes were blurry, and his hands were shaking. Hyunjin closed himself completely, curling up, and muttered again and again.

 

I am alone, I am safe.

 

I am alone, I am safe.

 

In the living room, everybody had gathered to have breakfast.

 

"Hyunjin!" "Hyunjin!" Minho called out.

 

It was already a little late. "Why didn't Hyunjin respond?"

 

All of them were quite worried now, so Felix volunteered to go and check.

 

He had never imagined what he witnessed.

 

The small room looked like it had gone through a storm.

 

Bloodied mess on the floor.

 

With no Hyunjin in sight!

 

Felix ran back,

 

With heavy breaths and tears streaming down his face, he almost shouted

 

"Something is wrong!"

 

All the others now alerted went to the room, ready, yet shocked to see the room in such a mess.

 

Han stepped forward.

 

Bloodied traces were going to the cupboard.

 

Slowly and carefully he pried it open.

 

The heartbreaking sight was now visible.

 

Hyunjin curled up and passed out, with a bloody forehead and knees.

 

"Passed out painfully, but maybe he felt safe, alone, where nobody other than him had access," the others thought.

 

They wished they could be his safe place.

 

"Trauma" is such an interesting thing.

 

Suppressing wouldn't help....

 

Healing is more painful than the trauma itself.

 

Now, they had to find another way, not only to help him, but to love him as well.

 

They wanted to love him in such a way, he felt safe and complete in every way.

 

Unspoken, but it was determined now, they will be together forever.

Notes:

Exactly, how can the members help Hyunjin?

Let's see in the next chapter.......

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Chapter 8: Can we do it?....

Summary:

Now what will the members do?

 

How can they help Hyunjin heal?

Carefully, they moved Hyunjin to Seungmin's room.

 

Chan had already called Manager Ria and their trusted doctor, informing them about what they saw.

 

The doctor is already aware of Hyunjin's issue.

 

Prescribed some basic medicine.

 

Manager Ria, after making sure Hyunjin was alright, went together with the doctor to the living room, where the other members were waiting.

 

Looking around at everyone the doctor explained "Healing is not a one-way process, this is just the beginning, going ahead it will be much tougher,"

 

Chan hesitantly asked, "Is there nothing we could do to help Hyunjin in this?"

 

Although they were aware, there wasn't much they could do; it was Hyunjin's journey, and they wished and hoped they could still help somehow.

 

The doctor said, "There is definitely a way, a practice that's actually pretty old, even ancient, that can help Hyunjin immensely."

 

"But....... " He hesitated.

 

"But what, please, tell us, what can we do to help him?!" Changbin said almost pleading.

 

They all resonated.

 

"Okay!" The doctor said, nodding to himself.

 

"So listen to me carefully now, I think all of you should sit, it will be long, " the Doctor announced.

 

All of them gazed at each other, feeling a bit nervous they sat down, no matter what, they would help Hyunjin.

 

Manager Ria sat beside them, her expression blank, but with a bit of hope in her eyes.

 

So the Doctor began explaining:

 

"The Rite of the Healing Heart."

 

An Ancient Omega Healing Practice......

 

Thousands of years ago.....

 

Existed a pack full of affection and love, they had vowed to stay together forever.

 

The only mated pack that remained in this world.

 

People are jealous and power hungry, some dark forces combined together, to hurt them in such a way that they will remain for the pain, not for the love they expressed.

 

They were fated, protected, but if the light exists, so does the dark.

 

The evil wanted to hurt no matter what, so they sacrificed their own kind.

 

Making them lose their protection for just a day.

 

They targeted the heart of the pack, abducting the youngest Omega they had, not only physically, but also the damage went deeper.

 

Left alive, Omega didn't want to live. The pack witnessed his pain in shame; they wanted to do something, but time was a thing that couldn't go back.

 

The whole pack cried out to the moon, they were fated, yet not protected.

 

They were considered divine, yet the dark won.

 

The Goddess then appeared, their cries reached her ears, she looked at them in guilt, ashamed of herself because this was the world she had built.

 

But karma was a thing, she never intervened.

 

That doesn't mean, she couldn't bless.

 

So she did.

 

A blessing in the form of a ritual.

 

For 7 days, the pack had to stay close,

 

Step 1: The Gathering of Scents.

 

Every pack member will gather together, their pheromones surrounding each and every corner, and in between will stay the Omega.

 

Whose spirit was shattered beyond their own strength to mend — when their eyes no longer followed the light, and their scent turned to ash.

 

Omega feels their presence not in physical form but only from one of their senses, not even touched, even if he/she consented.

 

Just for a day.

 

Step 2: The Circle of Watchers

 

The next three days, Omega would never be left alone — not for a single breath. Other Omegas stayed closest, releasing calm, steady waves of pheromones.
Let them feel protected by their own kind
Others ensured no scent from outside could intrude.

 

They spoke little, for words were useless to one who had fallen too far into themselves. Instead, they breathed in unison, letting the Omega’s body relearn the rhythm of life.

 

Step 3: The Binding of Touch.

 

The fourth day.

 

Then the further step would be taken, the pack turned to ritual grooming. Hair was gently unknotted, warm oils massaged into scalp and shoulders, skin washed with cloths dipped in heated herbal water.

 

Taking away not only the tiredness, but the trauma it once held.

 

Omega will not cry during this — but go still. But the pack should never stop. Touch reminded the body that it was loved, even if the mind could not believe it yet.

 

Step 4: The Weaving of Scent Bonds

 

The fifth and sixth day.

 

The most trusted Alpha or Beta would rub their scent along the Omega’s wrists, neck, and over their heart, mingling it with the scents of others. If the Omega had a mate, that mate’s scent was layered last.

 

Scent them as if it were their first.

 

The purpose was not ownership — it was to tether the Omega to the living web of the pack, so that even if they wished to fade, their body would remember the bonds that tied them here.

 

Step 5: Return to Life.

 

The seventh day.

 

Only when the Omega could smile, even faintly, at the sound of their pack’s laughter would they be invited to the Hunt of Renewal — a short, at the beginning of the world, it was called "Mating Run", a symbolic chase with the pack through their territory. It was a chase where the prey wanted to be caught. It signified that the Omega had rejoined the rhythm of life.

 

The fear Omega once held, now nowhere in sight.

 

Here the Ritual completes, the Omega heals.

 

Pack reformed now more protected.

 

"So did they succeed," Han asked in the lingering silence.

 

The doctor smiled "They did."

 

He continued;

 

The Goddess then granted them a golden envelope, to be passed to the coming generations, in every generation only one letter could be delivered through the golden envelope, not to anybody else but to the past self of whoever wrote the letter, in place of ink, blood will be used, only when the doom appeared, when the soul desperately needed another chance the letter will then be delivered.

 

Now known as the "Moonbinders" pack they remained in history not only for the affection and love they held but also the strength their bond had.

 

"But, we are not fated," Jeongin said.

 

"Nobody is, not anymore!" Felix thought out loud, all of them had heard the stories of how the Goddess severed the Bond.

 

"Give it a try!" Manager Ria firmly insisted.

 

"From today on you guys have a leave for the whole month, make sure you try your best." She instructed them, ready to go with the doctor.

 

"But....." Seungmin tried to say.

 

"No, but........, you guys have to give it a try!" Manager Ria insisted again.

 

"You will never know if you don't try," the doctor suggested.

 

Thanking the doctor, she wished them luck. Clutching her bag tightly, she left, nervous about what she would have to witness.

 

When she comes back to meet them again.

 

After their departure, all of them gathered together.

 

Deep in thought, they stayed silent, processing what they just heard.

 

Hyunjin had never smelled their pheromones.

 

The advanced technology has made it easier to conceal the scent with the inhibitor patch without any side effects.

 

When it was only them, they never wore those patches at home, but the day Hyunjin joined them, they had already aired out the place.

 

The inhibitor patch is now a daily routine without any mistakes.

 

Even their Manager had hardly smelled them.

 

After the development of technology, it was actually prohibited to leak your pheromones at any other place than your own.

 

Resulted in imprisonment for years if used on someone without consent.

 

They never knew what Hyunjin smelled like.

 

For Hyunjin it was the same.

 

"Could they really do the ritual?"

 

"Could they help Hyunjin in such a divine way?"

Notes:

From the ritual, plot, you can guess that the next chapter will be full of fluff and bonding.

As I had mentioned before that this fic was from the same universe as my "Uninvited" fic, hinted at in this chapter😉

What do you think about the ritual I added, i was going to keep it simple but when writing the story just came to me, and I couldn't resist adding a fantasy element😆

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Chapter 9: The Ritual

Summary:

How will the ritual take place?

Can Hyunjin heal?

Hyunjin didn’t expect to wake up cozy, feeling protected. Draped over him was a warm blanket.

 

They must have done it, he wondered.

 

They cared, he knew.

 

Hyunjin slowly got out of bed, and in the living room he found all of them sitting together, deep in thought.

 

Licking his dry lips, he tried to speak but only coughed instead.

 

The others snapped out of their thoughts, rushing to their feet. The Omegas went up to him, guiding him to sit on the couch. Han went to fetch a glass of water while the Alphas stood aside.

 

Han returned with water and helped him drink. Once Hyunjin was settled, they all sat down again, ready to discuss what weighed heavily on their minds.

 

“So… we have something important to discuss with you,” Chan began.

 

“Okay,” Hyunjin said timidly, bracing himself to be reprimanded for the vulnerability he had shown, believing he was a burden on them.

 

“We want to help you heal,” Chan said firmly, his eyes never leaving Hyunjin’s.

 

“What?” Hyunjin asked, lifting his gaze to confirm what he’d heard. They wanted to help him — they weren’t disgusted.

 

“There is a way we could help you heal completely. Please, can you allow us to do that?” Chan asked cautiously, almost pleading.

 

“Why? Why do you want to help me?” Hyunjin asked, confused. Everyone who had helped him before had left in the end.

 

“Please don’t leave me!” Hyunjin cried out before they could answer, his eyes brimming with tears.

 

At once, they scrambled to their feet and surrounded him. They assured him, promised they wanted to heal him, to stay with him — but only if that was what he wanted too.

 

And he agreed.

 

With tears in his eyes, his shaky demeanor carried a fragile hope: maybe the nightmares would stop, maybe he could live without being a victim of his past.

 

Maybe he could finally be an Omega.

 

Thus, the ritual began.

 

“The Rite of the Healing Heart.”

 

Manager Ria had already done half the work — arranging their leave, preparing food for the next two weeks. Chan had always known she was supportive, but this still felt unusual. She had been quiet from the beginning, yet now it seemed as though she was urging them, indirectly. That was fine. It worked in their favor.

 

******

Step 1: The Gathering of Scents

(The pack surrounded the broken Omega with their combined pheromones, filling the air until only warmth and safety remained. Even without touch, Hyunjin felt held and seen through scent alone.)

 

It felt like years since they had last let their pheromones loose. For this step, Hyunjin chose his own room.

 

He sat in the middle of the bed, waiting to smell their pheromones — to be intimate in a way unique to bonds.

 

Scenting and nesting were normal only within a pack, yet he, an outsider, was given that privilege.

 

Together, they removed their inhibitor patches.

 

It hit Hyunjin directly in the chest when they released their pheromones.

 

Bang Chan – Rain

Minho – Cinnamon

Changbin – Vanilla

Han – Strawberry

Seungmin – Roses

Felix – Peaches

Jeongin – Hibiscus

 

Hyunjin felt himself floating. It was the first time he had ever smelled pheromones, the first time he had been given such intimacy.

 

It was as if he were wrapped in a blanket, drenched in rain yet never cold, sitting in a field of flowers. It felt like a picnic with himself, eating strawberries and peaches one after another — never full, always craving more, yet deeply satisfied, as though his body knew there was plenty nearby.

 

His eyes grew hazy, and he nuzzled into the blanket. It no longer felt like his bedroom. They heavily scented their clothes and placed them beside him, ensuring he remained in the bliss he was experiencing.

 

None of them had expected Hyunjin to lower his guard so quickly. Their hearts swelled with pride, love, and care.

 

They didn’t realize it yet, but the bond between them deepened in ways none could have predicted.

 

It was only the beginning.

 

Hyunjin, completely intoxicated in bliss, was vulnerable and floaty, experiencing something he had never known before.

 

They fed him, cared for him, their instincts sharpened to protect the trust he had given.

 

****

Step 2: The Circle of Watchers

 

(For three days, the Omega was never left alone, sheltered by the calm presence of other Omegas and the steady rhythm of shared breath. Silence and unity guarded him more deeply than words ever could.)

 

In his drunken bliss, Hyunjin was moved to the nest. From then on, the Omegas never left his side — if one left, another remained. They cuddled him constantly, never letting go even when he tried.

 

Hyunjin felt floaty, overwhelmed with goodness, his body lax. He tried to free himself, but they held tight. By the third day, it became the hardest. Hyunjin cried.

 

He begged them to let go, pleaded to be alone, but he was too scent-drunk to resist. He sobbed, begged, and broke, yet they did not budge. Instead, they cuddled and coaxed him to endure a little longer.

 

He cried until exhaustion claimed him, until sleep pulled him under in his vulnerable state.

 

It was hard for them too — harder than they admitted — but it had to be done. To heal him, they had to make him endure the presence he had always been denied.

 

They promised themselves the days ahead would always be gentler, always filled with warmth.

 

*****

Step 3: The Binding of Touch

 

On the fourth day, gentle hands washed, oiled, and groomed, stripping away sorrow from body and spirit. The Omega lay still, each touch reminding him he was cherished.

 

Hyunjin was more aware now, though still dazed and floaty.

 

The ritual grooming began, each member taking their turn.

 

Chan massaged his head.

Felix braided his hair into soft styles.

Minho massaged his hands.

Changbin tended his back.

Seungmin and Jeongin worked on his legs.

Han fed him patiently.

 

His body stilled. He shuddered, whimpered, but did not cry — as though all the trauma trapped in his flesh was being drowned in oils, herbs, and warm hands.

 

Hyunjin felt dizzy, but beneath it, he knew: the pain was fading, the hurt dissolving, the healing had begun.

 

****

Step 4: The Weaving of Scent Bonds

 

(The pack layered their scents upon Hyunjin’s body, anchoring him in kinship and love. If mated, a partner’s scent would seal the ritual as the final tether.)

 

Han was the first to scent him — unusual, but exactly what Hyunjin wanted.

 

The one who laughed at all his jokes, who always chose kindness. The others followed, one by one, layering their scents onto his hands.

 

Only his hands were marked, yet Hyunjin felt complete. He was scented not as property, but as someone to heal.

 

Than the Omegas and than the Alphas scented Hyunjin.

 

Chan, the pack Alpha, was the last.

 

Their mingled scents clung to Hyunjin’s hands until he smelled like all of them at once.

 

Hyunjin wasn't a pack mate to them, not yet, but they loved him nonetheless.

 

---

Step 5: The Return to Life

 

(On the seventh day, laughter drew a faint smile, and the Omega rejoined the pack in a symbolic chase of renewal. It marked his rebirth into joy, leaving fear in the shadows.)

 

They had not known how to take the last step. How could they ask Hyunjin to run from them, only to be caught? It felt awkward, forced.

 

But destiny guided it.

 

That morning, Hyunjin brimmed with life. He went to Minho, called him a pig, and then ran off giggling.

 

Stunned, Minho chased and caught him, tickling until Hyunjin’s laughter rang out.

 

The ritual ended not in caution, but in instinct. Not by preparation, but by heart.

 

Hyunjin’s laughter echoed, bringing tears to their eyes. They wept as one, overcome by the sound.

 

Hyunjin's body suddenly glowed golden, radiant, healed from within.

 

The pain was gone.

 

It was a scene of magic, a fairytale made real.

 

The ritual was complete.

 

Hyunjin’s heart was broken before he could even feel what love was, but the pack’s care and love stitched it back together.

Notes:

The story now has taken a step forward,
Hyunjin is healed.
Let's see what happens now.....

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Chapter 10: Manager Ria

Summary:

"Hyunjin is healed, now what?"

"Is something still remaining?"

Hyunjin was now loved, cherished—something he had always dreamed of.

 

He never forgot his past, not even once.

 

But those memories were just sad fragments now, no longer holding any power over him.

 

Stray Kids saw a huge rise in fame after the variety show; they had gone viral once again.

 

They were loved by all.

 

Collaboration requests poured in from across the globe.

 

Love had to be rewarded, after all.

 

As soon as their leave ended, they had gotten busy—busier than ever—and were going to be even more occupied in the days to come.

 

Within a month, they had appeared on two variety shows, two live games, all of which broke records.

 

They were already planning to launch another album—the very first one with Hyunjin included.

 

They were excited and more than ready.

 

Their small, candid moments captured by Dispatch and fans went viral all over the internet.

 

Hyunjin had become clingy. He no longer tried to find a corner to sit in.

 

But recently, his clinginess had peaked. He clung to them at every second, as if they would disappear if he didn’t. He wasn’t sad—they knew he was content—but still, it felt a little odd. Of course, they weren’t complaining.

 

Maybe they should have paid more attention.

 

It was fine though, because they had an amazing manager: Manager Ria.

 

She noticed what they didn’t.

 

“Why are you guys so dense?” Manager Ria asked one afternoon, just as they wrapped up dance practice.

 

“What?” they asked in unison, confused and, of course, oblivious.

 

Rolling her eyes, she said, “Whose pheromones are leaking here?”

 

Only then did they notice the subtle scent of sandalwood—a warm, grounding calm that lingered like quiet strength. Peaceful, yet so powerful.

 

But none of them smelled like it.

 

And yet… the smell came from all around them.

 

“Why?”

 

“What would you guys do without me?” Manager Ria sighed.

 

“It’s Hyunjin’s pheromones. His heat is near.”

 

“What?” Hyunjin exclaimed.

 

“You’re healed, Hyunjin. Your Omega is healed. This is your very first heat,” Manager Ria explained.

 

“Maybe I shouldn’t intervene, but… now is the right time to permanently mark each other,” she suggested.

 

None of them answered, but the truth was clear. They agreed.

 

Manager Ria smiled. “Okay! Pack your bags. From now on, all of you have two weeks of leave.”

 

She didn’t realize when the tears began to fall. She kept on smiling, but her hands trembled.

 

“Why are you crying?” Chan asked, concerned.

 

“Nothing! I’m fine,” she insisted.

 

“I’ll take my leave now.” She turned toward the door, but an envelope slipped from her bag.

 

Golden in color, it shimmered under the light.

 

Minho, standing nearest, bent to pick it up, but she snatched it away faster and hurried out, as if keeping a secret.

 

“That envelope…” Seungmin muttered.

 

“What about it?” Changbin asked.

 

“It’s… nothing,” Seungmin replied, though something tugged at his memory.

 

They all fell silent, hearts filled with comfort and anticipation.

 

They could finally be officially mated.

 

No words were spoken, but their smiles conveyed it all. They were delighted to be together in every way.

 

Packing their bags, ready to leave, they returned to the dorm in silence.

 

---

Manager Ria ran back to her office, clutching the golden envelope.

 

Her tears wouldn’t stop. She wanted to scream, to release everything she had bottled up.

 

Suddenly, the envelope trembled.

 

It floated from her hands, circling her in a golden glow. Then, with a flash, both envelope and letter shattered into tiny pieces—vanishing as if they had never existed.

 

She fell to her knees, trembling, overwhelmed.

 

She sobbed—not from despair, but from relief.

 

Her job was done.

 

The Fated Mates would stay together forever.

 

Manager Ria had never believed in legends. To her, they were just fairytales—beautiful, but fake.

 

Happy, but unrealistic.

 

Until one rainy night, when she dreamed. The images were faint, but the cries were raw, as if accusing her of something.

 

She heard her own voice begging for forgiveness, for a second chance.

 

She had woken up whimpering, caught in a panic attack she had never experienced before. Her eyes blurred with tears, lips trembling with whispered apologies.

 

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.”

 

She didn’t even know what for.

 

And then, it happened.

 

The golden light flashed.

 

The golden envelope appeared in her hands.

 

She remembered her grandmother’s words—that her ancestors were “Moonbinders,” the very last of the Fated Mates. She had never believed it.

 

But now, with the envelope in her hands, she had no choice.

 

Swallowing nervously, she opened it.

 

Inside was a letter—written in her own blood, by her future self. For only then could it be delivered.

 

Second chances are granted only after sacrifices are made.

 

It read:

 

******

 

Please don’t intervene.
Let them do it themselves.
Love should never be forced.
Don’t be the cause of their pain.
They love him. They always will.
They are meant to be.
I can’t tell you everything.
But please, don’t do what I did.
Because if you don’t mess up, I won’t exist.
The pain will end. I will be free.
All you have to do is just be a witness.

 

A witness to:

 

Another legend. Another time for them to realize they are fated.

 

******

 

So she did.

 

She stayed silent.

 

Even when she wanted to scream, she held back.

 

Her own cries haunted her, but she obeyed.

 

She never knew what her future self had seen, what mistakes had been made.

 

Her intentions had always been good. What could she have done so terrible that her future self begged for erasure?

 

It was a mystery she might never know.

 

And she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

 

Now, she let it go. The wrong had been made right.

 

The Fated Mates, bound by history, had guided their kind even after death.

 

It was a history unknown.

 

But one question still lingered:

 

“How will they become Fated Mates this time?”

 

The golden rose had not yet bloomed. How would they pass the test this time?

 

Her job was done.

 

But theirs remained.

Notes:

I was really excited to write this chapter😆
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Chapter 11: Heat (1)

Summary:

Hyunjin's heat,

Let's see how it goes......

Upon reaching the dorm, Hyunjin quickly went inside his room.

 

He was terrified—far too much.

 

Although he had differentiated as an Omega on time, he had never actually felt like one.

 

He had never experienced heat before; his body had been too traumatized to let him fully embrace being an Omega.

 

Now, it seemed like he was finally healed—his body ready to be an Omega.

 

But this was his very first time. He was uncertain, unsure of what to expect.

 

His heartbeat kept getting faster and faster, sweat forming on his forehead. His nervousness only triggered the symptoms more.

 

His scent slipped out of his control.

 

The whole room now smelled of sandalwood.

 

Minho knocked on the door—the smell had even reached the living room.

 

Hyunjin didn’t realize it, but now they knew: his heat was very near.

 

Minho’s knock pulled Hyunjin out of his spiraling thoughts, but his insecurity was at its peak.

 

He didn’t want to, yet he started sobbing. He tried to control his emotions but couldn’t stop.

 

His cries only grew louder. That’s when Minho stopped waiting at the door.

 

He stepped inside—Hyunjin hadn’t actually closed it.

 

Seeing Hyunjin’s tear-streaked face, Minho crouched in front of him, taking his hand. He caressed it softly, then pulled him into a tight hug.

 

Moments like this required affection, not questions.

 

Hyunjin’s sobs finally slowed, and he melted in Minho’s arms.

 

“I’m so stupid,” Hyunjin pouted, embarrassed by his emotional outburst over heat.

 

“No! Baby, your emotions are completely valid!” Minho said, smiling as he kissed Hyunjin’s forehead.

 

Hyunjin chuckled softly. Being loved felt so good.

 

“Come on, let’s go. You have to make your nest.” Minho urged him gently.

 

Hyunjin nodded—he was going to be okay.

 

When Hyunjin saw the nesting room, he felt giddy, a little excited. He had never nested before, but today he wanted to arrange everything.

 

Leaving Minho’s hold, Hyunjin picked up the basket prepared for him, full of their clothes, full of their scents. It was as if he was on autopilot, instinct guiding him where to place each piece of clothing.

 

He dived in to make his very first nest—somewhere he could feel protected, loved, and filled with every positive emotion he had ever known.

 

Hyunjin placed the last piece of clothing neatly and then looked carefully at the nest.

 

Turning, he looked at his members—soon to be his pack—to see what they thought.

 

All of them had gathered around him at some point, smiling as if they were seeing the most beautiful sight. Their hearts brimmed with love. Their sweetheart, Hyunjin, looked so beautiful.

 

“The most beautiful nest,” they said in unison, their voices conveying more than just love.

 

Hyunjin’s Omega purred. The feeling came so naturally—he was truly delighted to be here.

 

The room grew thick with scents: sandalwood mixed with hibiscus, rose, cinnamon, vanilla, strawberry, peach, and rain.

 

Hyunjin opened his arms to them, wanting to be hugged, ready to be loved.

 

Felix, the cuddle bug, hugged him tight. Softly, he asked, “Now, you’ll truly experience your heat. With whom do you want to go through it?”

 

Felix kissed Hyunjin’s eyelids, ready to accept any answer.

 

Hyunjin bit his lip nervously. “I want to be marked by you all—first by the Pack Alpha.”

 

Felix smiled. “As you wish.”

 

Everyone then entered the nest, cuddling with him until Hyunjin’s heat fully hit.

 

Hyunjin was happy, delighted, and deeply content.

 

Cuddling with his pack was a blessing indeed.

 

But soon, the sharp pain came—an unending need so intense he whimpered. His scent flared, slick oozed, his body overheated. It was too much. He wanted to be touched, to be owned.

 

“Alpha!” Hyunjin cried, his mind hazy, clouded with need.

 

Someone caressed his face so softly, so lovingly, he had to look.

 

Alpha.

 

His Alpha.

 

Chan smiled down at him. “I’m here,” he whispered against Hyunjin’s forehead.

 

Hyunjin nuzzled happily into Chan’s hand.

 

Wiping away his tears, Chan kissed him once, then pressed his lips against Hyunjin’s in a soft kiss that quickly deepened.

 

The way Chan moved his lips had Hyunjin shuddering—so gentle, yet so intense. Chan kissed him deeply, as if he couldn’t bear to miss a single corner. Teeth, gums, nothing was spared.

 

Hyunjin’s saliva spilled out, too blissed to care.

 

Chan moved to his jaw, pressing firm kisses, trailing down his neck, collarbone, and shoulder—marking Hyunjin as his.

 

Hyunjin could only take it, his Omega content, his whole body molten, burning with heat—but fulfilled, just in time.

 

He didn’t know when or how his clothes disappeared. It was a delightful shock when Chan teased his chest, rubbing one side and biting the other—as if the Alpha needed to claim every inch.

 

Hyunjin’s legs parted instinctively. Chan’s cold hands caressed him everywhere, making him shiver.

 

Hyunjin cried out, trembling.

 

He didn’t realize he was so close. Chan hadn’t even touched him below yet, but the heat pooled endlessly, slick and release drenching the sheets.

 

Overstimulated, Hyunjin couldn’t stop the tears. His face flushed, but the need still wasn’t gone. He still wanted more—wanted to be owned.

 

“Alpha!” Hyunjin cried again.

 

Chan silenced him with a firm kiss, and this time his hand finally travelled down.

 

Hyunjin shuddered at the touch—it was too much, but still not enough.

 

He arched his back as Chan pressed his hips against him, fingers circling his entrance.

 

Whimpering, Hyunjin begged, “Please… please, Alpha!”

 

“Shhh,” Chan whispered in his ear, sliding one finger inside. Hyunjin was already drenched in slick.

 

A moan tore from him, the room thick with arousal.

 

Chan slid in another finger, then another, and another—four fingers deep, moving fast and strong. Slick noises echoed in the room.

 

Hyunjin came again with a cry, legs shivering, still yearning to be filled.

 

Before he could beg again, Chan moved swiftly, entering him in one motion.

 

Hyunjin gasped, another climax rushing through him instantly.

 

“So good,” Chan praised, kissing the corner of his eyes.

 

Hyunjin smiled faintly, his gaze unfocused but overflowing with love.

 

Chan began to move inside him—slow at first, then faster.

 

Hyunjin lay weak, taking everything with love and contentment.

 

Chan thrust ruthlessly, sniffing at his neck before sinking his teeth into his gland—marking him permanently, forever.

 

Chan came first, Hyunjin following with a broken cry.

 

Sandalwood and rain mingled in the air, like a sacred fragrance.

 

Hyunjin’s vision blurred—the first wave of his heat had been handled.

Notes:

The next part will be updated the day after tomorrow ☺️❤️

I am not sure if I write smut nicely😬 but I hope you guys liked it🥰😊

Manager Ria's mystery will be revealed after the heat chapter now with an added twist because of heat😉

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Chapter 12: Heat (2)

Summary:

Hyunjin's heat is still going on😉

After Hyunjin’s first wave of heat, all of them decided to have something to eat. Changbin volunteered to cuddle Hyunjin until the others had their food.

Hyunjin’s clothes had long been discarded—making him wear them again would only make him uncomfortable in heat.

Changbin could swear that, in the beginning, his thoughts were only about cuddling.

But then Hyunjin blinked at him.

His hazy eyes looked so pretty, and the words that left his mouth were even prettier.

“I love you, Changbin-ssi,” Hyunjin said softly, as if he wasn’t even aware of his surroundings, his love so pure that the moment he saw Changbin he confessed—even in his drowsy state.

So how could Changbin resist kissing those pretty lips?

Changbin’s lips moved softly against his, but the way Hyunjin surrendered—the way he let his lips fall open without care, as if he wanted Changbin to explore, to deepen the kiss—
How could Changbin not respond?

The soft kiss became a messy tangle of saliva. Changbin explored every nook and cranny of Hyunjin’s mouth, while Hyunjin could only moan in response, his sounds swallowed up by Changbin’s mouth.

Hyunjin became a whimpering mess, saliva flowing down his chin. He tapped weakly at Changbin’s shoulder, unable to breathe.

But Changbin was far from done. He moved to Hyunjin’s neck, biting, kissing, claiming, as if he wanted to print himself onto Hyunjin’s skin.

Changbin’s hand softly caressed Hyunjin’s lower belly, making him shudder. Then he bent down to lick. Hyunjin’s toes curled in response, slick oozing out of him—he hadn’t expected his Alpha to do something so obscene.

Changbin, as if obsessed, licked again and again before sucking at Hyunjin’s belly button, licking and biting.

Hyunjin pushed at his shoulder with trembling hands—the sensation was too much—but Changbin had always been stronger. He didn’t budge. He continued licking, biting, claiming.

Hyunjin came with a cry. Changbin looked at him and kissed him harder, wilder, making Hyunjin taste his own belly button.

“Please, Alpha,” Hyunjin begged in desperation.

Changbin hurriedly rid himself of his pants.

He entered in one swift motion, knocking the breath out of Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, his back arched, and a moan tore from his open mouth.

Changbin kissed and licked him, clouded in arousal, his hips slamming faster and harder. He knotted inside, biting Hyunjin’s shoulder and leaving the mark of a permanent bond.

Hyunjin stilled, his breathing heavy, then came with a strangled moan, his body too overwhelmed with pleasure to understand anything more.

That’s what Jeongin witnessed—his scent flaring upon seeing Hyunjin’s state.

The smell of china rose reached Hyunjin even in his drowsy state. Changbin was still inside him. Hyunjin smiled at Jeongin, looking like the very impersonation of sin.

Jeongin was about to remind Changbin to let Hyunjin rest, but Hyunjin begged, “Innie, kiss me, please.”

Jeongin did. Hyunjin’s already swollen lips made him shiver more and more. Hyunjin tugged at Jeongin, wanting him closer, closer.

“Mark me!” Hyunjin demanded, lucid but sure.

Changbin pulled out as soon as his knot went down, and Jeongin entered the very next second.

Hyunjin’s now loose, slippery hole took him in easily.

It was easy for Jeongin to fuck him fast for relief. Hyunjin, without any strength left, lay completely pliant, letting Jeongin manhandle him into any pose he desired.

Jeongin fucked him for hours—the maknae’s appetite always bigger.

After Jeongin was done, Hyunjin reeked of sex and cum.

Han stepped in to clean him up. That was his plan at first, but in the bathtub, Hyunjin started sucking on his fingers.

Soon enough Han was fucking his mouth—first with fingers, then with his cock.

It would have ended there if Hyunjin hadn’t kept trying to hump against Han’s hand again and again.

Han gave in, fucking him—first in the bathtub, then over the counter—because that was exactly what Hyunjin’s needy heat demanded.

The Omegas grew more jealous, swarming around him, kissing every inch of his skin. They fucked him using their own slick, so deep, so filthy, that even Hyunjin’s body wouldn’t know which arousal belonged to him.

Now Hyunjin was claimed by each and every one of them.

When he finally became aware, he marked them exactly where he had always wanted—on their biceps, unique to him and him alone.

Hyunjin himself was marked:

Neck — Chan

Shoulder — Han, Jeongin, Changbin

Collarbone — Felix, Minho, Seungmin

 

They were having breakfast, a peaceful morning after long, long nights, when suddenly a clap of thunder broke the sunny sky.

All of them felt heat surge together, and then the backs of their hands shone brightly.

This universe needed another chance—but the golden rose had finally bloomed. The Fated Mates had passed the test and were now protected by the Goddess.

They all looked at their hands in shock—the golden tattoo gleamed back at them.

They were Fated.

They had passed.

Laughter burst out, full of happiness, of unexpected joy.

The story of the test had always been known. The legend of the Fated Mates was familiar to everyone.

They hugged each other tightly, wondering with love—exactly when had they passed the

“Seven Trials of Worthiness”?

Before they could think deeper, Manager Ria knocked at their door. Chan was shocked to see her so early, yet he opened it.

She rushed inside. Before they could ask, she grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and looked closely at the golden rose. She touched it.

She retched violently—not vomit, but blood.

They were horrified, but Ria laughed. She laughed with relief.

The blood wasn’t hers, but from her future self—from the reality that had now come to an end.

Notes:

Manager Ria's mystery will finally come to an end.

How do you think, the members passed the test this time?

I should have been asleep right now, but promises are meant to be kept right, so here I am🙇

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Chapter 13: One gone, one remained.

Summary:

Why did Manager Ria vomit blood?

 

What's her story?

 

Tw: death, suicide.

Manager Ria…

 

She had always been competitive, always tried her best at everything.

 

That was why she became an idol group manager at just 27 years old.

 

But love was never her thing. She tried getting into relationships, but somehow, she could never commit.

 

She had always considered herself righteous — the type of person who would stand for justice in every circumstance.

 

When she found out that Hwang Hyunjin was going to join Stray Kids, she fiercely objected, but her objection was futile.

 

When she received the file about Hyunjin’s past, she cried for days and swore that she would help him heal.

 

So she tried her best.

 

"But no one ever told her that even devotion could destroy.”

 

She forced each of them to read the files, to understand Hyunjin before he even arrived.

 

They did. They understood his pain, and their hearts decided they would help him heal as well.

 

But was it easy?

 

Their first meeting went terribly wrong. All of them were enthusiastic, carrying sympathy for him — but was that really what Hyunjin wanted?

 

Healing was a process that took time, but could sympathy alone provide patience?

 

On their first meeting, all of them smiled at Hyunjin, with patience and with care.

 

To Hyunjin, that smile did nothing but reopen his wounds. They were showing him kindness — but did kindness ever last?

 

They tried to hug him, making him flinch. It was a boundary not to be crossed.

 

Hyunjin was given the master bedroom: too big, too spacious. He wanted to run away. That room was nowhere near cozy; it didn’t feel safe.

 

But Manager Ria insisted. She wanted to help him. She asked him to give it a try.

 

So Hyunjin did. Not for himself, but for them.

 

If he truly did it for himself, why would he choose to be uncomfortable rather than safe?

 

They asked him to eat together with them, and Hyunjin hated it. They were always concerned, always telling him he didn’t eat enough, that he should eat more.

 

Hyunjin complied every time.

 

He ate more than he wanted at every meal, and then in the middle of the night, he retched. He vomited even what his body could easily digest.

 

Whenever Hyunjin practiced with them, they complimented everything about him — even when he made mistakes, even when he stumbled every next second.

 

Hyunjin hated it. He didn’t want those fake compliments.

 

They apologized to him all the time. His flinching, his scared expressions — they noticed everything. And that’s when he realized he had never moved on, not from those scars.

 

The nightmares returned every night. He loathed falling asleep. He hated being alive.

 

The others witnessed his deteriorating health, his unhealthy weight loss, his lifeless eyes. They were trying to help — but why was Hyunjin getting worse every day?

 

They didn’t even know when it happened, but they had fallen in love. They loved him — they truly did. They wanted to help, but there was nothing they could do.

 

Ria was frustrated. Why wasn’t Hyunjin getting better?

 

After Hyunjin stumbled for the tenth time in a single dance, Ria stopped them.

 

“Why can’t you move on? Everybody is trying to help you — why are you giving up on yourself?” Ria asked, her voice laced with desperation and concern.

 

“I don’t want it! I don’t want it! I don’t want your help!” Hyunjin shouted at the top of his lungs, tears of frustration streaming down his face.

 

And then he ran. The others followed

 

Hyunjin ran longer than anyone could have imagined, until he stood in the middle of the road — waiting for death.

He couldn’t do it anymore.

He didn’t want to do it anymore.

He was overwhelmed. By everyone. By everything.

 

The others caught up and stood frozen in horror as they witnessed his death. And in the middle of the road, they too were crushed by cars — their bodies bloodied, their minds numb.

This time, even Fated Mates couldn’t stand against cruel fate. They failed the test, not because of themselves, but because of somebody else.

 

Because of her.

 

Bright clouds turned crimson red. Manager Ria arrived a little too late. She stood there in shock. She had wanted to help — where did she go so wrong?

 

Why? Why did they die in so much pain? What was it she couldn’t understand?

 

Their dead bodies filled her with disgust. Was she the reason for all of this?

 

She kneeled down, crying in shame, agony, and pain.

 

Her breathing turned heavy. Could she live such a life? Maybe it would be better if she died too.

 

So she banged her head against the ground, ready to die among their lifeless bodies.

 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

 

Tears streamed down her face. She wasn’t done yet. Her blood mixed with theirs.

 

And unknowingly, it happened…She invoked it.

 

The Forbidden Magic. The Blood Spell.

 

Whoever sacrificed their blood with the Fated Mates could wish for anything in this world — and the Moon Goddess could only grant it in response.

 

But the price: the person would lose the chance to ever feel love.

 

In every lifetime, they would be alone. Without any partner. Fated or not.

 

From ancient times, this magic had been almost forgotten.

 

The air was thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood — the Fated Mates had died together.

 

The sky roared. Rain fell. Everyone cried in shame.

 

And then… the Moon Goddess came.

 

The air stilled. The wind died. Every shadow bowed.

 

Light spilled from nothing — not harsh, not warm, but soft and aching, like moonlight through tears. She did not walk in. She arrived — as if the world blinked and forgot it was ever without her. Tall, veiled in silver gauze and glowing with the calm of a storm not yet broken, the Moon Goddess stood before Ria, barefoot and silent.

 

Her eyes — twin orbs of shifting lunar phases — fell on the offering, and her expression cracked.

 

Grief bled from her in waves, quiet but unbearable. The earth beneath her groaned in mourning.

 

“You have sacrificed the Fated Mates. Now you may ask for whatever you want,” she said, her voice neither loud nor soft, but echoing inside bone and soul.

 

“What—what do you mean?” Ria asked, confused.

 

“They were the Fated Mates. You are the cause of their death. In your guilt, you completed the ritual — the forbidden magic, the Blood Spell. Now I must bless you with anything you want,” the Moon Goddess explained, her voice echoing through the skies.

 

“No! I didn’t do it. I didn’t want them to die!” Ria cried out in agony.

 

“You did. You interfered with their bond. They were Fated Mates. Because of you, they couldn’t even pass a single test.”

 

“But… what did I do? I was just trying to help!” Ria pleaded, her eyes clouded with tears. She couldn’t believe she was the reason for something so horrific.

 

“You tried to live a story that wasn’t yours. Karma is a thing, even I do not intervene in,” the Goddess replied, her eyes burning red like flames. She knew that this time, destiny had played a cruel game.

 

Ria kowtowed. “Please… reset everything. Destroy this world. Let them meet again. They should get to love, not be separated because of someone else’s deed. What happened is not what they deserved. Please!”

 

The Goddess closed her eyes. A single tear slid down her cheek — not water, but glowing dust, like falling stars.

 

She wanted to grant it, but she couldn’t.

 

“Even if it’s a Blood Spell, a wish can only be fulfilled once. Your wish has already been taken.” The Goddess smiled faintly. “Not here, but in another universe, this wish was already granted.”

 

“Your wish is no longer yours to make. You asked for what cannot be granted, and with that, your right has been lost,” the Goddess reminded Ria, before she could ask for something else.

 

Ria couldn’t understand. But she knew her wish wouldn’t be fulfilled. She had no chance to make things right.

 

She wailed so loudly that even the Goddess felt pain.

 

The Goddess spoke softly: “You still have a chance. Your ancestors were the last Fated Mates of their time. I blessed them with my might — the Golden Envelope.”

 

Ria froze. She remembered the stories her grandmother had always told her — of their ancestors, their love, the Golden Envelope.

 

The Goddess then took her leave, she had done her work, now she was free........

 

She then smacked her forehead against the floor. Using her blood as ink, she wrote on the ground:

 

Please don’t intervene.
Let them do it themselves.
Love should never be forced.
Don’t be the cause of their pain.
They love him. They always will.
They are meant to be.
I can’t tell you everything.
But please, don’t do what I did.
Because if you don’t mess up, I won’t exist.
The pain will end. I will be free.
All you have to do is just be a witness.
A witness to:
Another legend. Another time for them to realize they are fated.

 

Then she looked up at the sky. She hoped her desperation and excruciating pain were enough.

 

That’s how the letter was formed. The Golden Envelope appeared, taking it back in time — to give its owner another chance in the same life.

 

Ria sat there for a long time…

 

*******

 

Present Universe

 

She rushed inside. Before they could ask anything, she grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and looked closely at the golden rose. She touched it.

 

Old Universe

Ria felt pain again after a very long time. She understood then — her letter had succeeded. Now she would no longer exist. This reality had ceased.

 

******

 

The two versions of her moved together, as though connected by a single thread.

 

*******

 

Present Universe

She retched violently — not vomit, but blood.

 

Old Universe

She retched violently — not vomit, but blood, her body breaking apart.

 

Present Universe

 

Ria laughed. She laughed with relief.

 

Old Universe

 

Ria smiled faintly, she smiled faintly as her body dissolved into ash and light, destroying this universe with herself. She now no longer existed, and this reality became nothing more than a dream — a memory only for her other self.

 

Present Universe

 

The blood wasn’t hers. It was the sacrifice of her future self — from the reality that had now come to an end.

 

One Ria was gone.

 

One Ria remained.

Notes:

The next chapter will be about how they passed the test this time.

"Seven Lunar Trials of Worthiness."

I will upload it on Sunday or maybe Monday 😬

We are almost coming to the end, now only five chapters are remaining.

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Chapter 14: "Seven Lunar Trials of Worthiness."

Summary:

How did they pass the test?

The "Seven Lunar Trials of Worthiness."

In the present time, because now only the present exists.

 

All of them took a step back, they were confused and concerned.

 

"Are you Okay?" Chan asked Ria.

 

"Completely!" Ria smiled.

 

"Sorry for the mess, and from now on, for at least a month, none of you is allowed to get out of your dorm," She apologised and was instructed firmly.

 

"Why?" Minho asked tilting his head.

 

"Because the Golden rose has bloomed, you are the FATED MATES, of course, the whole world would want to see what you look like, so for your safety, be inside, okay!" Ria explained her gaze lingering on their hands. Now that they had passed the test, she would make sure they were protected.

 

With that, she took her leave.

 

When Jeongin came with a rag, ready to clean the bloody mess, the vomited blood vanished in thin air on its own.

 

They all took a step back in shock.

 

Things weren't as simple as they always seemed to be.

 

Looking at their hands that now carried a mark of the Golden Rose, they knew they needed to understand everything from the start.

 

So they sat together in the nest, ready to understand the history of themselves and the Fated Mates.

 

********

 

The Curse of the Moon: Why Fated Mates No Longer Exist

 

Long ago, when the bond between wolves was sacred and pure, the Moon Goddess gifted her children a blessing unlike any other—a soul-deep connection known as the fated mate. It was said to be the truest love, a pull impossible to resist, a union that could heal wounds the world never saw.

 

But as generations passed, the wolves grew arrogant.

 

The chosen ones—the Alphas, Betas, even some gifted Omegas—believed themselves untouchable. They used the bond not as a gift, but as a weapon. They would toy with their mates, rejecting them for power, humiliating them in front of their packs, marking others while their true mate suffered silently. Some treated their destined ones like property, not partners. A few even bullied the bondless, claiming them inferior, less loved by the Moon.

 

Whispers of broken hearts reached the stars. Prayers filled with pain echoed through the night sky. And the Moon Goddess, heart heavy with sorrow, watched the chaos her sacred gift had brought.

 

She gave them warnings.

 

Storms rolled in during mating seasons. A full moon would rise blood red. Dreams were haunted by crying wolves. But still, they did not change.

 

So she did the unthinkable.

 

She severed the bond.

 

One by one, wolves stopped feeling the pull. Their inner beasts grew quieter, more uncertain. Packs who once felt the tug of fate across continents now struggled to find companionship at all. The warmth of the soul-deep connection faded into legend.

 

And the Moon Goddess whispered across the night sky:

 

"Until you learn to love without cruelty, desire without greed, and lead without domination, you will not feel my bond again."

 

Now, only rare echoes of the fated mate bond appear—too soft to be certain, too fleeting to trust. Some believe they’re dreams. Others say they’re tests, not true bonds.

 

But the elders remember.

 

And they teach the young to treat love gently—just in case the Moon is still watching.

 

The packs still formed, people still loved but not in the Divine Way it was once possible.

 

The last Fated Mates of this Universe were the "Moonbinders," their generation blessed by the Goddess for centuries to come.

 

What was once the reality?

 

Now known as a fantasy.

 

It was after thousands of years that people witnessed the power of true love and what it could change.

 

When they meet, and the Love rises, when they pass the seven tests I designed, a golden rose will bloom in the ancient temple, which was once my home. I will grant you the safety of eternity. Be there for each other. I will be there for you. I will look after everything from above. Love each other, and I will love you. My mark, when it appears, will grant you the boon your bond deserves.

 

Written in stone, known to the world, for centuries people tried, but they failed again and again. Nobody could ever pass the test.

 

"The Seven Lunar Trials of Worthiness"

 

It is said that before the Moon Goddess allows the wolves to awaken the dormant bond of fated mates, they must pass seven sacred tests. These are not asked in words. They come as experiences—real, raw, and often painful.

 

Only those who pass all seven may truly be called Moonbound.

 

1)Submission.

 

“Kneel not from fear, but from understanding.”

 

The first test humbles the wolf. They are placed in a position where they must submit—to someone weaker, younger, or beneath their rank. The test is not about dominance, but about shedding ego. Only those who can bow with dignity, not resentment, move on.

 

Failing wolves lash out. Passing wolves kneel... and learn.

 

Their very first meeting triggered the bond, their test started from then on.

 

When Hyunjin accepted the accommodation, he submitted to the situation and his mates.

 

In this universe he had felt safe, the small space just what he wanted.

 

(In the universe that didn't exist anymore, Hyunjin had submitted their as well but with fear and reluctance, so the very first test was failed here, the doom of their Fate near, what Manager Ria considered kindness by herself became the start of something bad, even if they were Fated, the guilty feeling and empathy should never have been the reason to love and to accept.)

 

2) Acceptance

 

“To see someone as they are, not as you wish them to be.”

 

The wolf is confronted with their would-be mate’s flaws—whether scars, trauma, history, or personality. The test lies in whether they try to change their mate or choose to accept them wholly, without condition.

 

Acceptance done on a surface level cannot pass the test.

Nobody can give someone anything, if it's not accepted.

For Fated Mates, it's harder to do.

 

Before the submission is wholly accepted, the wolf will retaliate, it won't let you accept your mate just like that.

 

For them, it was rudeness, arrogance, and for him, it was freedom and acceptance.

 

Here, he was allowed the safety of being alone, while he wasn't actually ever lonely; their presence lingered even when they didn't speak. The comfort of not having to blend in, he felt accepted by them with all his flaws.

 

They did actually accept him, slowly but surely, when they moved him to his bed at night, tucked him in, they could have been rude, but they chose not to.

 

They didn't compliment him but they never complained, a steady support unsaid but always there.

 

(In another universe, they complimented him every time, said sorry even when they were right, they showed sympathy he never wanted, helping someone at the wrong time, was no less than hurting them)

 

3) Counterattack

 

“Will you fight fire with fire, or let love quench the flames?”

 

The pair are tested through conflict—cruel words, harsh truths, or betrayal. The Goddess watches to see how the wolf reacts: do they retaliate out of hurt, or respond with patience, understanding, and boundaries? The wrong kind of fire ends the trial.

 

When they realised his feelings, they were guilty and upset by their own behaviour, even though they knew he didn't think wrong of them, they still apologised and started making amends.

 

He was confused but he knew they were making efforts all over again.

 

(In another world, it was too late when Ria realised something had gone wrong. Hyunjin was already experiencing too much pain. This was the step where their story ended.)

 

4) Surrender

 

“Give without promise. Love without demand.”

 

One wolf is forced to give up something precious—control, ambition, even their mate’s affection. This test proves whether they can surrender without a guarantee of return, whether their love is selfless or transactional.

 

When the nightmares made a comeback, Hyunjin started being hurt even through kindness, they decided to try the ritual even when they were sure they weren't mates.

 

But for him, they wanted to try, and Hyunjin trusted them; he let them have a look at his wounds, he gave them the control of his trauma, and he trusted them enough to let them heal him.

 

Hyunjin surrendered himself in a way he had never done before.

 

5) Acceptance (Again)

 

“To forgive... even when it still hurts.”

 

After the surrender comes pain—often caused by the mate. Here, the wolf must choose: hold onto resentment, or open themselves once more. It is the second acceptance—deeper than the first. This time, it’s about forgiveness.

 

Here, Hyunjin's Omega finally let go; it was ready to flourish, and it forgave itself for what it had to go through.

 

Victims were always harsher to themselves than the abuser itself, they always dreamt of what they could have done differently.

 

Here they passed the test because forgiveness was given to Hyunjin by himself.

 

6) Trust

 

“To jump before the bridge appears.”

 

The wolf is asked to trust their mate blindly—perhaps during a trial, a choice, or a separation. It is the moment when everything could fall apart. And yet, they must leap anyway. The Moon Goddess watches whether they fall… or fly.

 

After the ritual, Hyunjin became clingy when his Omega healed. He scented them, and they let him. Trust was something they had already built, but somehow it got deeper when they decided to mark each other.

 

Their bond grew stronger because now they trusted him even before they knew his Omega chose them, they wanted him to be a part of their pack, and his trust in them was never weak.

 

7) Devotion (The Hidden Final Test)

 

“Would you love them… even if the bond was never returned?”

 

This final test is never announced. It comes in silence, when everything seems lost. The mate may reject them, forget them, or leave them. If the wolf still chooses to love—not obsessively, but gently, quietly—they pass. Because that is what true fated mates are: Not bound by magic. Chosen by the soul. Here things could have gone wrong, when Hyunjin wanted the Pack Alpha to mark him first, the Omegas could have retaliated, they could have been hurt, but their love was deeper now, no place for jealousy and insecurities exists. That's how they passed the test. While they understood the reason behind why they were successful. Ria understood something deeper. Fate wasn't enough, never enough. In the case of love, it was all about trying, giving your best, because even if some people were meant to be, if they were interfered with by the wrong people, they could still fail. Love was pretty when it came naturally and from within. Now a question still remained. When somebody passed the test, they were always blessed. This time, what will be the blessing, what will they receive?

Notes:

What do you think will be the blessing this time?

Somehow the last text got deleted while posting, I feel dumb wth?
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Chapter 15: Blessing

Summary:

What will be the blessing?

 

Who will be blessed?

All of them were having dinner, a silent one; they didn't talk, but felt the presence because after chaos, only silence was needed.

 

Then they saw it happening in front of their eyes, and Han stood feeling odd.

 

Han glowed, the blessing was being received.

 

The moon broke free of the clouds outside. A single beam of silver light fell across him.

 

His chest burned. He staggered, clutching his shirt, but instead of pain he felt a strange warmth flooding outward, as if the moon had placed a second heartbeat inside him. Silver threads pulsed across his veins, glowing faintly, and the chaos around him slowed.

 

And when Han lifted his gaze, they all felt it — not dominance, not command, but unity. A steady thrum that bound them together again.

 

A voice, soft but undeniable, rippled through the silence:

 

“He shall be your Silver Heart. Through him, the pack will find peace. Where he stands, no bond shall break.”

 

From that night, the pack learned a truth they could not deny: as long as the Silver Heart beat among them, they would never be divided.

 

Han was the one who got blessed.

 

Blessed with a silver heart, the blessing that had never been given before.

 

They all surrounded him, happy and grateful. Han now had the silver heart, one that made their bond so strong it was never going to break apart.

 

In their joy and celebration, Han questioned, "Why me?"

 

They all stilled because they heard the voice inside their heart, not from the outside noise.

 

Explaining everything clearly;

 

When Hyunjin had entered their group, the test had begun, while the others had tried to keep him away, doing what they themselves had considered bad, he was the one voice of kindness.

 

He didn't help Hyunjin alone, but he also made sure his pack didn't go the wrong way, he talked when nobody did, and he tucked Hyunjin in when they placed him in bed.

 

He was the constant reminder, his pack was nice, and Hyunjin was safe.

 

So yes, Han, you are the one who is blessed with what you already possess, but now with a divine touch, now with a silver heart.

 

None of them had realised but sobbing sounded together, the tears of acknowledgement and acceptance that their bonding had gotten better.

 

Hyunjin was the one who got healed, but his healing gave them all something.

 

A power and a realisation that, at the end of the day, it was all about who they were as a person

 

*********

 

Stray Kids became the wildest sensation. Their tickets sold out in seconds.

 

Today was their very first concert after Hyunjin's addition.

 

A lot had happened in just a few months, a new pack member, Fated Matea, a blessing, yet they felt most grateful over here.

 

In the presence of Stays, their fans who never left their side even when things didn't seem so right.

 

It felt so good to be loved so unconditionally by people who had never even met them personally, people who wished them success, who wished them health.

 

In moments like this, they felt truly blessed.

 

So the performance of the night was filled with lights, joy, excitement, appreciation, and so much more than words could convey.

 

And this was just a start; there were many years to come, and the bonding was only supposed to get deeper and deeper.

 

After the very first concert, there were many more to come.

 

But a promise had been made.

 

So it had to be fulfilled.

 

Hyunjin stood proudly announcing that he had decided what he wanted.

 

It was a deal between all of them. At Hyunjin's very first concert, he had to be gifted something, so at that time he told them to wait.

 

He wanted to think about what he wanted.

 

He had everything, he was loved, he was blessed, he was he. What else does he need?

 

But, after the concert, Hyunjin realised that Love was always immense.

 

"So what does our Hyunie want?" Chan asked with a smile that screamed he had given him everything he liked.

 

"Yeah, baby what do you want?" Minho asked with a doting smile.

 

"I know we are already together but I still want to go on a date, one by one and with all of you!" Hyunjin announced his eyes were red.

 

They all sighed, falling for him all over again.

 

And thus, Hyunjin was tackled with love, cuteness aggression taking effect.

 

And it was decided.

 

Hyunjin will go on a date.

 

One by one, and together as well.

 

Because, honestly, love could never come to an end.

 

Hyunjin became a part of their group, a pack mate, just like that, now it was time to show him what dating actually felt like.

 

Hyunjin will now experience what courtship was like............

 

So now, they had all decided, they would court their newest and dearest mate.

Notes:

Did you expect this blessing?

What kind of dates will they go on?

So the next chapter will be full of fluff, and it will be uploaded the day after tomorrow.

Let me know if there is any scene you guys would like to see.

 

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Chapter 16: Misunderstanding 😉

Summary:

So how will they take Hyunjin on a date?

Hyunjin had asked them for a date, but he was aware that none of them had time for it.....

 

Soon, Hyunjin was proven wrong by all of them; they asked him to spend time together with him alone, not so perfect, but a date indeed.

 

So the cute and wholesome misunderstanding begins........

 

*******

 

Chan had suddenly asked Hyunjin to accompany him alone in the evening while all the others were out doing something.

 

Hyunjin wondered if it must be a date.

 

The pile of laundry was already threatening to topple over, but Chan was steady, his hands moving rhythmically as he folded each shirt with care. He looked so serious about it, like laundry folding was some sacred duty.

 

Hyunjin was sprawled sideways on the couch, sketchbook propped against his bent knees. His pencil glided across the paper, his eyes flicking up every few seconds to catch the little details—the crease of concentration on Chan’s forehead, the curve of his lips when he pressed them together, the way his fingers lingered a moment longer on one of Hyunjin’s sweaters before setting it neatly in the pile.

 

“Hyunjin.” Chan’s voice was firm but gentle.

 

“You said you’d help me with this. Not just sit there like some—” he gestured vaguely toward Hyunjin, “—artistic supervisor.”

 

Hyunjin smirked without looking up. “But you’re doing it so well. Why would I interfere?” He flicked his gaze up and back down quickly, shading the lines around Chan’s jaw. “Besides… this is helping. One day, when you’re old and wrinkly, you’ll thank me for immortalising how heroic you looked for folding socks.”

 

Chan let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Heroic, huh? Pretty sure no one’s ever said that about folding laundry before.”

 

“Well, then I’ll be the first.” Hyunjin leaned over his sketchpad, tongue caught between his teeth as he worked a bit more shading into Chan’s hair. “Don’t move. You’ll ruin the lines.”

 

Chan groaned, but he stayed still anyway, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. “You’re ridiculous.”

 

“And you’re a good muse,” Hyunjin countered softly.

 

That made Chan pause. He ducked his head quickly, pretending to fuss with the pile of folded clothes, but his ears turned the faintest shade of pink, his cute omega loved complimenting him.

 

Chan thought to himself, his newest packmate deserved the most perfect date.

 

Hyunjin noticed, of course. He always did. A small smile tugged at his lips as he kept sketching, each stroke softer, more careful, he felt content, complete.

 

When Chan finally risked a look, he found Hyunjin staring at him instead of the page. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the laundry didn’t matter, the sketch didn’t matter—just the quiet warmth of being together, home, safe, and seen.

 

“…At least,” Chan said, voice lower this time, “make me look cooler than I actually am.”

 

Hyunjin’s smile widened, playful but fond. “Impossible. You already look cooler than I can draw.”

 

Hyunjin thought to himself, maybe the date wasn't usual, but perfect in a way nothing ever could be, and something only Chan could come up with.

 

********

 

The kitchen smelled faintly of garlic and sesame oil, the counters cluttered with vegetables, bowls, and a stubborn pile of unchopped onions. Hyunjin leaned against the counter, apron tied loosely around his waist, holding a knife like it was some foreign instrument.

 

“You’re chopping them too big,” Minho said calmly, sliding in beside him. He took the knife with practised ease and showed him, quick and precise, the slices neat and even.

 

Hyunjin pouted. “I like big pieces. They look rustic.”

 

Minho gave him a side-eye, lips twitching. “Rustic doesn’t mean clumsy.” He pushed the cutting board back toward Hyunjin. “Here. Try again. Smaller this time.”

 

Hyunjin grumbled but leaned over the board, tongue peeking out in concentration as he tried to copy Minho’s technique. His hand wasn’t steady, but he managed a few decent cuts. Minho watched for a moment, then reached around him, adjusting the angle of his hand.

 

“Like this,” Minho murmured, close enough that Hyunjin could feel the warmth of his breath on his cheek.

 

Hyunjin froze, ears turning red. “Yah, don’t distract me! I’ll cut myself.”

 

“That’s why I’m here.” Minho’s tone was light, but his grip was steady, guiding Hyunjin’s movements until the slices came out cleaner.

 

When the pan finally sizzled with the vegetables, Hyunjin leaned back and sighed dramatically. “See? I’m improving. I’ll be a chef in no time.”

 

Minho stirred the pan, not even looking at him. “Mm. Maybe in a hundred years.”

 

Hyunjin smacked his arm with the dish towel, laughing. “You’re so mean!”

 

Minho finally turned, smirk softening into something gentler. “I’m honest. And…” he nudged Hyunjin’s shoulder, “you’re better company than I expected in the kitchen.”

 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened for a second before he grinned, cheeks warm. “So you admit it—you like cooking with me.”

 

Minho didn’t answer right away, but he set down the spatula and tapped Hyunjin lightly on the forehead with it. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

 

Minho had decided then, that he would take Hyunjin to the most beautiful place for their date.

 

Hyunjin saw the way Minho’s mouth curved, just barely, into a smile.

 

Hyunjin had always been a decent cook, having learned cooking himself but he had never enjoyed cooking as much as he did today.

 

Making memories in the kitchen he once dreamed of, another unusual but perfect date for sure.

 

********

 

The gym wasn’t exactly Hyunjin’s idea of a romantic date, but with Changbin beaming at him like a proud trainer, he couldn’t really refuse.

 

“Alright,” Changbin said, handing him a dumbbell. “We’ll start light. Ten reps, easy.”

 

Hyunjin lifted it once and immediately groaned. “Easy for you, maybe. My arms are meant for painting, not this.”

 

Changbin chuckled, steadying Hyunjin’s elbow with one hand. “That’s why we’re here. I’ll make sure you don’t drop it on your foot.”

 

Hyunjin shot him a glare but didn’t complain when Changbin stayed close, counting reps out loud, his voice firm but encouraging. Every time Hyunjin slowed down, Changbin leaned in just enough to tease: “Come on, one more. You can do it.”

 

By the time Hyunjin finished, he was panting dramatically, tossing the dumbbell aside like he’d just finished a marathon. “That’s it. I’m done. Take me home.”

 

“Nope,” Changbin said, grinning as he ruffled Hyunjin’s hair. “Now it’s cardio.”

 

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped. “Cardio?! Are you trying to kill me?”

 

Minutes later, Hyunjin was on the treadmill, glaring at the speed setting like it had personally offended him. Changbin jogged easily beside him, barely breaking a sweat.

 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Hyunjin huffed. “You’re making me feel weak.”

 

Changbin slowed down just enough to nudge his shoulder playfully. “You’re not weak. You just need practice. Besides…” His smile softened, eyes flicking toward Hyunjin’s flushed cheeks. “I like seeing you try.”

 

Hyunjin stumbled for a second, nearly tripping over his own feet, which only made Changbin laugh harder.

 

When they finally collapsed on the mats, Hyunjin sprawled out dramatically, sweat sticking to his hairline. “Worst day ever.”

 

Changbin handed him a water bottle, still smiling. “And yet, you survived.” He tilted his head, a playful spark in his eyes. “Next time, we’ll add weights.”

 

Hyunjin groaned, covering his face with his towel. “Next time, I will run away and you won't be able to catch me.

 

Changbin just laughed, stretching out beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed. “I will catch you!"

 

Changbin then wondered if he should take Hyunjin to a relaxing place for their date.

 

Hyunjin laughed along, a day he won't forget - tired but beautiful memories were made- another wonderful date he thought.

 

********"

 

The kitchen smelled heavenly, rich with chocolate even before the brownies were in the oven. Felix was measuring out cocoa powder with precision, while Hyunjin leaned lazily against the counter, dipping his finger in the sugar bowl.

 

“Yah!” Felix swatted his hand away with a laugh. “Stop stealing ingredients. We need those.”

 

Hyunjin smirked, popping the sugar from his finger into his mouth. “I’m just making sure it’s sweet enough.”

 

Felix shook his head, blond hair falling into his eyes as he poured melted butter into the bowl. “Trust me, it’ll be sweet. Besides, brownies aren’t supposed to be that sugary.”

 

Hyunjin tilted his head, watching the way Felix focused, lips pursed in concentration. “…You’re cute when you’re serious, you know that?”

 

Felix blinked, then ducked his head quickly, ears warming as he stirred the batter. “You’re just saying that because you want the spoon when I’m done.”

 

“Maybe.” Hyunjin grinned, snagging the whisk when Felix wasn’t looking. “But I mean it, too.”

 

Felix rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the way his smile tugged wider. Together, they poured the glossy batter into a pan, and when Felix finally put it in the oven, Hyunjin was already licking the spoon like a child.

 

“You’re impossible,” Felix laughed, nudging him with his hip. “Save some for the actual brownies!”

 

By the time the timer dinged, Hyunjin had sprawled on the couch, sketchbook in his lap, doodling little hearts and brownies while Felix checked the oven. The smell filled the room, warm and decadent.

 

When the brownies cooled enough, they sat side by side, sharing a plate. Hyunjin bit into one, humming dramatically. “Mmm. Perfect. You’ve officially ruined me for store-bought brownies.”

 

Felix chuckled, brushing crumbs from his fingers. “Good. Means you’ll have to bake with me again.”

 

Hyunjin leaned closer, brownie still in hand, and bumped his shoulder against Felix’s. “That’s exactly the plan.”

 

Felix thought to himself taking Hyunjin to a cozy cafe for a date would be best.

 

While Hyunjin felt delighted, he could go on a date like this forever, baking with Felix just the best.

 

********

 

The living room was quiet except for the soft rustle of pages turning. A warm lamp cast a golden glow across the couch where Hyunjin was curled up, knees tucked close, a heavy novel balanced in his hands. Beside him, Seungmin sat straight-backed with his own book, glasses sliding down his nose.

 

At first, they read in silence, the calm wrapping around them like a blanket. But soon Hyunjin peeked over the top of his book, watching the way Seungmin’s eyes moved steadily across the lines, how his lips twitched now and then like he was silently mouthing the words.

 

“What are you reading?” Hyunjin asked, his voice soft so as not to break the mood.

 

Seungmin didn’t look up. “Mystery novel. Yours?”

 

“Romance,” Hyunjin said with a grin, tilting the cover so Seungmin could see. “Want me to read a part to you?”

 

Finally, Seungmin glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “Depends. Is it dramatic?”

 

“Very.” Hyunjin cleared his throat theatrically and began reading a passage aloud, his voice dipping and rising like an actor on stage. Seungmin snorted, trying not to laugh, but Hyunjin only leaned in closer, eyes twinkling as he over-dramatised every line.

 

“You’re ridiculous,” Seungmin muttered, though his smile betrayed him.

 

“And you love it,” Hyunjin shot back, resting his head on Seungmin’s shoulder without asking. He went back to his book, but now and then he’d read a sweet line out loud, as if testing whether Seungmin was listening.

 

Eventually, Seungmin shifted, gently adjusting Hyunjin so he was leaning more comfortably against him. “You’re going to fall asleep if you keep reading like that,” he murmured.

 

Hyunjin yawned, eyelids already drooping, but he smiled. “Then you can finish the story for me.”

 

Seungmin looked down at him, softened, and reached for Hyunjin’s book. “Alright. But don’t complain if my narration isn’t as… dramatic as yours.”

 

Hyunjin mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “I like your voice better anyway” before drifting off, Seungmin’s steady voice and the warmth of the quiet night carrying him into sleep.

 

Hyunjin was content, What could be a better date than listening to Seungmin's heavenly voice till he slept?

 

Seungmin decided to himself, doing something artistic ith Hyunjin for a date would be the best.

 

---

 

The room was pitch-dark except for the eerie light from Han’s laptop. They had promised each other they wouldn’t chicken out, but ten minutes into the horror movie, both were clutching their pillows like lifelines.

 

A sudden jump scare flashed across the screen—an ugly ghost appearing out of nowhere.

 

“AHHHH!” Hyunjin screamed.

 

“AHHHH!” Han screamed with him, throwing his popcorn into the air. They both turned to stare at each other, wide-eyed, before bursting into nervous laughter.

 

“Yah!” Hyunjin shoved his shoulder. “Why are you screaming? You’re supposed to protect me!”

 

Han pulled the blanket tighter around them. “I’m not a bodyguard, I’m a victim too!”

 

The next scene got even worse. The sound of footsteps echoed in the movie, and both of them instinctively leaned closer, eyes glued to the screen but peeking through their fingers.

 

“If it jumps out, I’m turning this off,” Hyunjin whispered.

 

“Too late,” Han muttered, gripping his arm. “It’s coming.....

 

The ghost suddenly lunged at the camera.

 

“AHHHHHHH!” They both shrieked in unison, grabbing onto each other so tightly they nearly knocked the laptop off the table.

 

For a moment, neither moved. Then Han, still clinging to Hyunjin’s sleeve, muttered, “Okay. I regret this idea.”

 

Hyunjin, heart racing, buried his face in Han’s shoulder. “Never again. Next time—it’s Disney movies only.”

 

Han nodded quickly, pulling the blanket over both of their heads like kids hiding from monsters. “…Deal.”

 

They sat there under the blanket until the credits finished, both pretending not to notice how tightly they were still holding onto each other.

 

That's how one more core memory was made, scary but loving nonetheless.

 

"Another lovely date," Hyunjin mumbled to himself.

 

Han, while drifting to sleep, decided to take Hyunjin for a movie date, a Disney movie.

 

*******

 

Hyunjin sat cross-legged on the carpet, controller in hand, eyes glued to the TV. Jeongin was beside him, leaning forward so much he was practically falling off the couch.

 

“Stop stealing my power-ups!” Hyunjin whined, mashing buttons frantically.

 

Jeongin grinned, not looking away from the screen. “It’s not my fault you’re too slow.”

 

“Slow?!” Hyunjin turned his head, glaring. “You literally shoved me off the track last round!”

 

Jeongin burst out laughing, nearly dropping his controller. “That’s part of the game! Survival of the fittest.”

 

The next moment, Hyunjin’s character knocked Jeongin’s off the course entirely.

 

“YAH!” Jeongin yelped, staring at the screen in betrayal.

 

Hyunjin smirked, tossing his hair dramatically. “What was that? Survival of the fittest?”

 

Jeongin narrowed his eyes. “Okay. No mercy now.”

 

They leaned in closer and closer as the match heated up, shoulders bumping, laughter and shouts filling the room. At one point, Hyunjin laughed so hard he accidentally dropped his controller, and Jeongin immediately pounced on the opportunity to win.

 

When the victory screen flashed in Jeongin’s favour, he threw his hands up. “YES! Champion!”

 

Hyunjin groaned, flopping onto the floor. “I let you win.”

 

Jeongin poked his side with his toe. “Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that.”

 

Hyunjin sat up, pouting, then snatched Jeongin’s controller before he could react. “Rematch. Right now. No excuses.”

 

Jeongin grinned, settling back into position. “Fine. But don’t cry when you lose again.”

 

Their eyes met, competitive spark lighting between them, but both of them were already smiling.

 

Hyunjin felt lucky; he could never have imagined living a moment like this.

 

"Another beautiful date," Hyunjin noted to himself.

 

Jeongin decided that going to an arcade with Hyunjin for a date would be great.

 

*******

 

They finally had a few weeks off after a heavy schedule.

 

Hyunjin was drawing another scene when all the others gathered around him.

 

"So who will get to take you on a date first?" Minho questioned, and others nodded waiting patiently for Hyunjin's answer

 

Hyunjin tilted his head, eyebrow raised in confusion "Didn't we all already go on a date?

 

"When?" Han asked back.

 

Then their cute oblivious Hyunjin listed their hangout in the name of the date;

 

Laundry date with Chan,
Cooking date with Minho,
Gym date with Changbin,
Baking date with Felix,
Reading date with Seungmin,
Movie cuddle date with Han
Gaming date with Jeongin.

 

Changbin sighed "Baby, we were hanging out with you!"

 

Jeongin added, "Yes, those were not dates!"

 

"Oh!" Hyunjin blinked, smiling sheepishly.

 

Chan asked in shock "Do you actually think I will do laundry with you, in the name of a date?"

 

Before Hyunjin could reply, Seungmin teased "For your old age, it's actually a perfect date!"

 

Chan glared in fake anger, while others laughed.

 

Felix then cupped Hyunjin's face softly, saying, "Baby, our first date with you will be much more memorable."

 

Hyunjin then giggled in response "Okay, I will look forward to it."

 

They all sighed and tackled Hyunjin in a cuddle pile, their pretty mate was way too cute and deserved the world.

Notes:

Oblivious Hyunjin with his cute misunderstanding 💕 The real dates are still pending🫣🙈🤭

Now only two chapters are remaining, should I add smut, fluff or pups in the last chapter?
Or the combination of all?
Let me know in the comments 🥰

 

Next update on Saturday, and the last chapter on Monday. Apologise 🙇🙇

 

Hey everyone next chapter will be updated on Tuesday and the last on Wednesday, I have some issues related to my phone that' why

 

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Chapter 17: Date.

Summary:

Finally comes the date.....

Hyunjin went to bed buzzing with excitement. Tomorrow was going to be perfect, a full day of dates, one with each of his packmates. He fell asleep with a smile, whispering to himself, “Tomorrow will be the best day of my life.”

 

But when morning came, everything shattered.

 

His eyes burned, his head throbbed as though someone was pounding on it from the inside, and a heavy fog pressed down on his chest. His nose stung, his body screamed for rest, and yet sleep refused to bring relief. Instead, he sank deeper into a suffocating heaviness that whispered life itself felt pointless.

 

Hyunjin was sick, miserably, frustratingly sick and he hated it.

 

Meanwhile, Minho had been calling him for over an hour. Their breakfast date was supposed to be special; Minho had pulled strings to get them into a five-star restaurant. He wanted to spoil his “dummy mate.” But Hyunjin never picked up.

 

Frowning, Minho finally let himself into the room. Hyunjin was still curled under his blanket, which would have been normal—except Minho knew how much he had looked forward to today.

 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Minho nudged him gently. “Hyunjin, baby? Wake up.”

 

Hyunjin only groaned and burrowed deeper into the covers. That was enough. Minho’s heart clenched. Something was wrong.

 

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

 

Slowly, Hyunjin peeked out, pouty-faced and teary-eyed. He looked absolutely pitiful.

 

“Oh, my baby…” Minho whispered, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead. “Wait here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

 

He slipped out to inform the rest of the pack. One by one, their grand “date day” plans transformed into “Operation: Take Care of Hyunjin.”

 

Minho set to work making sweet porridge, while Felix and Changbin coaxed Hyunjin out of bed, helping him wash up. Hyunjin, shivering and half-dazed, couldn’t stop the memories creeping in, days at the orphanage when being sick only earned him ridicule, orders to keep working no matter how much he hurt. Later, when he lived alone, sickness meant silence, untouched meals, and the kind of loneliness that made him wonder why he bothered to exist at all.

 

For a flickering second, he braced for that same emptiness now. But it didn’t come.

 

Instead, Felix was holding out a towel with a grin. Changbin was fussing with his blanket. And Minho, steady, dependable Minho—was carrying in a steaming bowl of porridge that smelled sweeter than anything Hyunjin remembered.

 

It was so…odd. Something so simple, being cared for, made him feel so achingly loved.

 

He didn’t even like porridge normally, but spoon by spoon, Minho fed him, and each bite was the most delicious thing in the world.

 

Halfway through, tears welled up without warning. Hyunjin suddenly broke into soft sobs.

 

Alarmed, Minho set the bowl aside and cupped his cheeks. “Hyunjin, what’s wrong? Does it hurt somewhere? Tell me—”

 

Hyunjin shook his head, laughing through the tears, his smile shining brighter than his fever-flushed face. “You really love me.”

 

“Of course, silly.” Minho tapped his forehead lightly. “Always.”

 

Felix leaned over and kissed Hyunjin’s temple, whispering, “We all do.”

 

And for once, Hyunjin didn’t feel heavy at all.

 

The rest of the day unfolded not as Hyunjin had imagined, with grand dates and fine restaurants, but with something far more precious. The house was filled with love, laughter, and a constant stream of warm hands fussing over him.

 

After Minho had finished feeding him porridge, Changbin took over. He sat at the edge of the bed, cradling a tiny spoon in one hand and Hyunjin’s medicine in the other.

 

“Come on,” Changbin coaxed, his tone soft but unyielding. “Just a little. It’ll help with the fever.”

 

Hyunjin wrinkled his nose and shook his head stubbornly. “It tastes awful.”

 

“Hyunjin,” Minho warned from the corner, arms crossed.

 

“Don’t scold him!” Felix jumped in, rushing over with an armful of soft toys. He placed a teddy bear directly into Hyunjin’s arms, giving him puppy eyes. “Here, hold him. Captain Bear says only brave Omegas take their medicine.”

 

Hyunjin blinked at the teddy bear, then at Felix’s pout. He sighed dramatically and opened his mouth. “Fine. But only because Captain Bear asked.”

 

Changbin chuckled in relief, carefully spooning the medicine in. Felix clapped like he’d just won a battle, then promptly climbed into bed beside him, cuddling close.

 

“Don’t you have chores?” Minho asked dryly.

 

Felix stuck out his tongue. “Hyunjin cuddles are more important.”

 

Hyunjin laughed weakly, curling closer. “You’re warm.”

 

“See? He needs me.” Felix declared, tightening his arms around him like a koala.

 

Hyunjin melted instantly, his body relaxing into the warmth as Felix whispered silly reassurances until he finally drifted into a doze.

 

*****

 

In the afternoon, it was Chan’s turn. He came carrying another tray, yet another bowl of porridge.

 

“No,” Hyunjin said firmly the second he saw it. “I am not eating porridge again. I hate it. No more.”

 

Chan only smiled patiently, settling down and spooning up a mouthful. “But this one’s different. Look, I added honey, and a little cinnamon. Just try one bite, Jinnie.”

 

Hyunjin shook his head, lips pressed tight. “No.”

 

Chan leaned in, his voice dipping into that gentle tone Hyunjin could never resist. “Please? For me?”

 

That was all it took. Hyunjin grumbled something under his breath but opened his mouth anyway. The warm oats melted on his tongue, far sweeter than he expected. He blinked in surprise.

 

“…It’s good,” he admitted.

 

Chan grinned. “Told you. Now eat up.”

 

By the end of the bowl, Hyunjin was pouting at himself for losing, but Chan only kissed the top of his head and said, “I’ll always win with you, sweetheart.”

 

******

 

Later, Seungmin slipped into the room with a thick book under his arm. Hyunjin perked up immediately.

 

“TV?” he asked hopefully.

 

“No,” Seungmin replied flatly. “Your eyes are already tired.”

 

“Phone?”

 

“No.”

 

“Tablet?”

 

Seungmin raised a brow. “Do you want me to tape your mouth shut?”

 

Hyunjin huffed dramatically, collapsing back onto the pillows. Seungmin ignored his sulking and settled into the chair, flipping open the book. His voice was steady, calm, each word carrying a rhythm that was strangely soothing. Before long, Hyunjin found himself lulled into half-sleep, the sound of Seungmin’s voice a blanket of comfort.

 

******

 

By evening, Jisung decided it was his turn. He barged into the room carrying a bowl of rice porridge with all the flair of someone presenting a royal feast.

 

“My Hyunjinnie!” he cried dramatically. “Allow your beloved Han to feed you tonight!”

 

Hyunjin burst into laughter despite his sore throat. “You’re ridiculous. I can eat by myself now.”

 

“Impossible!” Jisung declared, holding the spoon like a sword. “Your delicate hands must be spared from such menial labor. Allow me!”

 

“Delicate?” Minho snorted from the doorway. “You’re going to make him choke with your theatrics.”

 

“I’ll be gentle!” Jisung insisted, pouting.

 

Hyunjin, still giggling, finally nodded. “Fine. But only if you stop making that face.”

 

Jisung grinned triumphantly and set about feeding him, humming a silly tune with each spoonful.

 

*******

 

At last, when night fell, Jeongin shuffled in quietly. He looked awkward, tugging at his sleeves as the others teased him from the hallway.

 

“I… um… I’ll cuddle Hyunjin tonight,” he muttered, not quite meeting anyone’s eyes.

 

A chorus of exaggerated gasps followed.

 

“Our shy maknae volunteering?!” Felix teased.

 

“Unbelievable,” Seungmin deadpanned, though there was the faintest hint of a smile.

 

Jeongin’s ears turned pink. “Shut up.”

 

Hyunjin, already tucked under the covers, lifted a hand. “Come here, Innie.”

 

Jeongin slipped into bed hesitantly, then curled up against Hyunjin’s side. His body was warm and steady, and Hyunjin felt his heart squeeze at the quiet care in the gesture.

 

“You’re comfy,” Hyunjin mumbled sleepily.

 

Jeongin let out a small huff of laughter. “…Good.”

 

*****

That night, surrounded by the warmth of his pack, Hyunjin realized something. The day might not have gone the way he planned, but it had been perfect all the same. Not with fancy dates or restaurants, but with the simple, overwhelming truth that he was loved.

 

And for Hyunjin, that was more than enough.

 

********

 

The dates of course had to happen , and in a way that make them seem fairytale worthy.

 

*******

 

Minho, who had originally planned a breakfast date, decided to change his idea after Hyunjin’s sick day. Instead of the bright morning bustle, he wanted something quieter, softer, more intimate. So when another evening fell, he took Hyunjin to a candlelight dinner.

 

It turned out to be far more romantic than anything he had first imagined.

 

The five-star restaurant lived up to its reputation. Set on the rooftop of a tall building, it overlooked the entire city. The night stretched endlessly above them, a velvet sky scattered with stars, while beneath, the city lights twinkled like a sea of gems. From up there, the roads, cars, and buildings looked tiny and precious, like the whole world had shrunk just for the two of them.

 

The table was set with flickering candles and delicate flowers, casting a warm glow over Hyunjin’s features. He couldn’t help but smile, a little shy, a little breathless. The whole scene felt like it had been pulled straight from a romance movie, one of those classic clichés he’d always secretly dreamed of.

 

And though it wasn’t Minho’s usual style, he was more practical, more grounded, the thoughtfulness made it all the more meaningful. It wasn’t about the restaurant or the candles. It was about Minho choosing this for him.

 

Dinner passed in a haze of soft conversation and quiet laughter, Hyunjin tasting each bite and secretly savoring the way Minho’s gaze lingered on him more than on the food. When the last of the dessert was gone, they leaned back in their chairs, content and warm, watching the city below.

 

At the very end of the night, standing on the rooftop with the cool breeze brushing past them, Minho tilted his head down. Hyunjin tilted his up. Their lips met in a soft, unhurried kiss, the kind that spoke more than words could manage.

 

For Hyunjin, that single moment, candles flickering, stars overhead, city lights stretching into infinity, became one of the most beautiful memories of his life.

 

********

 

When it was Chan’s turn to take Hyunjin out, he chose something simple but thoughtful—a puppy café.

 

The moment they stepped inside, Hyunjin lit up. His eyes sparkled as he took in the playful chaos of wagging tails, soft barks, and little paws scampering across the floor. For a dog lover like him, it was paradise.

 

“This… this is heaven,” Hyunjin whispered in awe, crouching down immediately to greet the nearest puppy.

 

Chan chuckled, watching him with fond eyes. “I figured you’d like it.”

 

But to Hyunjin’s dismay, while he stretched out his hands expectantly, most of the puppies trotted right past him and crowded around Chan instead.

 

The tiny golden retriever pups and fluffy corgis sniffed at Chan’s shoes, pawed at his leg, and barked happily as though declaring, “This one’s ours!”

 

Hyunjin pouted dramatically. “Seriously? Betrayal. Absolute betrayal.”

 

Chan laughed, reaching down to scratch behind one of the puppies’ ears. “Don’t worry,” he said, glancing at Hyunjin with a teasing smile. “You’re still my cutest pup.”

 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Yah! Don’t call me that!” he exclaimed, swatting at Chan’s arm, though his embarrassed grin betrayed how much the words had made his heart flutter.

 

Chan only leaned closer, whispering just for him, “It’s true, though.”

 

Hyunjin groaned and covered his face, but the corners of his lips refused to stop curling upward.

 

Eventually, one curious puppy did come waddling over to Hyunjin, licking his fingers shyly. The way Hyunjin’s entire face lit up at that small gesture made Chan’s chest feel warm.

 

They ended up spending hours in the café—playing with the dogs, laughing at Hyunjin’s squeals whenever a puppy climbed onto his lap, and enjoying the cozy food and drinks.

 

To Hyunjin’s delight, the café’s menu was as good as its furry residents; the hot chocolate was creamy and rich, the pastries soft and sweet.

 

By the time they left, Hyunjin’s clothes were covered in fur, his cheeks a little pink from laughing too much, and his heart brimming with happiness.

 

It hadn’t been a grand, fancy date like Minho’s candlelit dinner, but in its own way, it was perfect. Just Hyunjin, Chan, and a room full of puppies.

 

And that’s how another beautiful memory was added to Hyunjin’s growing collection.

 

**********

 

When it was Changbin’s turn to take Hyunjin out, he surprised him by tugging him into a Build-a-Bear workshop.

 

Hyunjin blinked in confusion at first, looking around at the colorful walls lined with plush clothes, tiny shoes, and accessories. “Wait… you actually brought me here?” he asked, half-laughing.

 

Changbin grinned proudly, hands on his hips. “Of course. What’s more romantic than making something for each other? Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

 

Hyunjin’s expression softened, his eyes crinkling into a smile. Trust Changbin to turn something so simple into something so precious.

 

They both decided to make a bear for the other. Hyunjin, with exaggerated seriousness, picked out the softest pink bear he could find. “This one screams Binnie,” he said, hugging it close. He stuffed it with extra fluff, insisting, “It has to be strong, just like you!”

 

Changbin rolled his eyes, though his cheeks were dusted pink. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, even as his heart melted.

 

Meanwhile, Changbin chose a white bear for Hyunjin, clean, soft, and simple. He added a little red heart inside, whispering something to it before sealing it up. Hyunjin watched him curiously but didn’t ask; he liked that it was a secret just for him.

 

The two of them laughed as they picked out clothes for their bears. Hyunjin dressed Changbin’s pink bear in a tiny leather jacket, saying it was the “rapper version” of him, while Changbin put Hyunjin’s white bear in an oversized hoodie, mumbling, “Because you always look best when you’re comfy.”

 

By the end, they were doubled over in laughter, teasing each other about whose bear turned out cuter. Hyunjin insisted his pink bear was obviously superior, but Changbin only smirked and said, “Mine’s gonna sit on your bed forever, so I win.”

 

To finish their date, they walked to a nearby ice cream shop, their new bears tucked carefully in their arms. Hyunjin picked strawberry, Changbin got chocolate, and they shared bites between bursts of laughter.

 

It wasn’t grand or dramatic, but the sweetness of the day lingered. A pink bear for Changbin, a white one for Hyunjin, and two hearts stitched quietly inside, together, they made another memory that Hyunjin knew he would never forget.

 

**********

 

When it was Felix’s turn, he decided their date would be a little different, something quirky and unforgettable. While in Japan for their tour, he led Hyunjin by the hand down a quiet side street until they stopped in front of a small café.

 

Hyunjin tilted his head, curious. The café’s windows were shaded, giving away little of what was inside. “What’s this place?” he asked.

 

Felix only grinned, that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

 

The moment they stepped through the door, Hyunjin froze in awe. Everything—tables, chairs, teacups, even the walls—was painted in crisp black-and-white outlines, as if they had walked into the pages of a comic book. It was a 2D café, designed to make the whole world look flat and drawn.

 

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped. “Felix… this is insane! It’s like we’re literally inside a sketch!”

 

Felix giggled at his wide-eyed wonder, gently tugging him further inside. “I knew you’d love it. You’re an artist, so… I thought you’d feel at home here. Like one of your own drawings came to life.”

 

Hyunjin spun slowly, taking it all in—the illusion was perfect, almost dizzying. He pressed his hand against the wall, laughing softly when even the texture seemed unreal. “This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so thoughtful, Lixie.”

 

They settled into a booth, the black-outlined teacups in front of them making even their drinks look surreal. Hyunjin took picture after picture, pulling Felix into selfies while giggling uncontrollably. “We look like anime characters!” he said, scrunching his nose playfully.

 

Felix rested his chin on his palm, smiling at Hyunjin with soft adoration. “Honestly, you’re cuter than any anime character I’ve ever seen.”

 

Hyunjin flushed and swatted at him, though his grin gave him away.

 

Their date was filled with light conversation, gentle laughter, and Hyunjin constantly marveling at the little details of the café. Every time he pointed something out, Felix’s heart swelled, it wasn’t about the café itself, but the way Hyunjin’s joy lit up the room.

 

Later that evening, Hyunjin insisted the whole pack had to see it. When the group finally came together to visit, the café burst with laughter and playful chaos—Jeongin pretending to be a manga hero striking dramatic poses, Chan and Seungmin quietly appreciating the design, and Minho muttering about how surreal it felt to drink “cartoon coffee.”

 

But for Hyunjin, that first visit with Felix would always hold a special place in his heart. It wasn’t just about the café’s uniqueness, it was about Felix knowing exactly what would make him smile the brightest.

 

********

 

Seungmin’s choice for their date was quieter than the others, a pottery café tucked away on a peaceful street, its windows glowing softly with warm light. When they walked in, the smell of clay and freshly brewed tea wrapped around them like a hug. Tables were lined with unfinished pieces, little cups and bowls waiting for someone to give them shape.

 

Hyunjin’s eyes lit up immediately. “This looks fun!” he chirped, rolling up his sleeves with unexpected enthusiasm.

 

Seungmin smirked, a little skeptical. “Don’t get too excited. Pottery isn’t easy. You’ll probably end up with a lopsided bowl.”

 

But Seungmin quickly learned something about his mate: Hyunjin was good at this. Like, suspiciously good. His hands moved gracefully, steady and patient, shaping the clay with surprising skill. Within minutes, Hyunjin’s cup was beginning to look like something you’d actually find in a real tea set.

 

Seungmin stared, unimpressed on the outside but secretly amazed. “Okay… what the hell? Did you sneak in a pottery class when I wasn’t looking?”

 

Hyunjin only grinned, clay smudged on his cheek. “Maybe I’m just naturally talented.”

 

“Or maybe you’re showing off,” Seungmin muttered, squinting at his own piece—which was, unfortunately, leaning to the left in a very dramatic way.

 

When Hyunjin reached over to help by steadying Seungmin’s clay, Seungmin slapped his hand away lightly. “Nope. No touching. This is war now.”

 

They ended up laughing so much that even the café owner chuckled at their playful bickering. At the end, they painted their creations: Hyunjin drew tiny stars along his cup, while Seungmin, in stubborn retaliation, painted a silly little puppy paw on his crooked mug.

 

Hyunjin leaned against Seungmin’s shoulder, sighing contently. “I think this is perfect, Not flashy, not noisy… just us. It feels like… a memory I’ll hold onto forever.”

 

Seungmin’s lips curved in the tiniest, softest smile as he brushed a strand of hair from Hyunjin’s face. “That was the point. Something simple. Something yours.”

 

Hyunjin squeezed his hand beneath the table, heart full. And when their cups were ready days later, every sip of tea they took from them carried not just warmth—but the memory of that quiet, perfect day.

 

And when Hyunjin leaned on his shoulder with that soft smile, Seungmin thought the date had been perfect in its own quiet way.

 

********

 

Jeongin decided his date with Hyunjin had to be different—fun, loud, and full of energy—so he took him to an arcade, the kind where flashing lights and game sounds filled every corner.

 

The moment they stepped inside, Hyunjin’s eyes lit up like a child’s. “Oh my gosh, Jeonginnie, this is amazing!” He tugged on his mate’s sleeve, already darting toward the racing games.

 

The first round set the tone. Hyunjin pressed the pedals like he was in a car chase scene, swerving dramatically, while Jeongin played with deadly focus. The finish line came, and of course, Jeongin’s car won while Hyunjin’s sputtered into last place.

 

Hyunjin groaned, throwing his head back. “Ughhh, I hate you!”

 

Jeongin just smirked, leaning back in his seat. “No, you don’t. You’re just a sore loser.”

 

That playful rivalry lasted all night. Hyunjin shrieked every time the air hockey puck flew off the table, while Jeongin kept score smugly. On Dance Dance Revolution,

 

Hyunjin exaggerated every move like he was performing on stage, while Jeongin silently racked up perfect scores.

 

At the claw machine, Hyunjin failed three times in a row and stomped his foot like a child.

 

Jeongin, with one calm try, won a stuffed puppy and dropped it into Hyunjin’s arms without a word.

 

Hyunjin melted instantly, hugging it tight. “...You’re so annoying,” he muttered, but his smile gave him away.

 

As the night wore on, they ended up with a mountain of tickets. Hyunjin proudly traded them for the gaudiest prize he could find: matching neon keychains. Clipping one onto Jeongin’s hoodie string, he grinned. “Now we’re officially arcade champions together.”

 

Jeongin rolled his eyes, though he didn’t take it off. On the way home, Hyunjin’s energy started to dip, his head leaning heavier against Jeongin’s shoulder. Normally, their youngest mate wasn’t the type to show affection in public, but tonight he simply slipped his arm around Hyunjin’s waist, steadying him.

 

“Don’t think this means I’m soft,” Jeongin mumbled, cheeks pink as he adjusted the stuffed puppy so Hyunjin wouldn’t drop it.

 

Hyunjin smiled sleepily, squeezing his hand. “I already know you’re soft. You just don’t like admitting it.”

 

Jeongin didn’t argue this time, he just held Hyunjin close all the way back, proving that behind all the teasing, he was every bit as caring as the rest of the pack.

 

Another beautiful night of memories.

 

********

 

Han had been hyping up his plan for weeks, refusing to spill the details no matter how much Hyunjin pouted or whined. “Just trust me,” he’d grin, tugging Hyunjin along by the wrist.

 

When they finally stepped inside, Hyunjin’s eyes went wide. The theater wasn’t like any cinema he’d ever seen, it was candlelit, with velvet chairs arranged around little dining tables.

 

A giant screen glowed at the front, but waiters in period-style outfits bustled between seats carrying trays that looked straight out of a fairy tale.

 

“It’s a… restaurant?” Hyunjin blinked.

 

Han smirked. “It’s better. You watch the movie and eat the food from the movie.”

 

Sure enough, when the Beauty and the Beast opening rolled, baskets of warm, crusty bread and hearty stew appeared before them—exactly like the villagers had in Belle’s little town. Hyunjin gasped and immediately tore into the bread.

 

Han laughed so hard he nearly dropped his spoon.

 

As the iconic “Be Our Guest” number played, waiters waltzed in with platters of roasted meats, pastries, soufflés, and glittering desserts that matched the screen moment for moment. Hyunjin’s jaw dropped. “They’re really feeding us everything,” he whispered in awe, eyes sparkling like a child’s.

 

Han leaned in, whispering teasingly, “Don’t forget dessert, you’re practically glowing like Belle right now.” Hyunjin swatted at him with a breadstick, blushing furiously.

 

By the time the ballroom dance scene came, the staff served champagne-like sparkling cider in crystal flutes, the golden bubbles shimmering just like the chandeliers on screen. Han raised his glass toward Hyunjin, eyes unusually soft. “To my Belle,” he teased.

 

Hyunjin groaned. “You’re such a dork.” But his smile was so wide it almost hurt his cheeks.

 

When the credits rolled, both of them were stuffed and giddy. Han stretched out with a satisfied sigh. “Okay, verdict. Was this cooler than popcorn and cola?”

 

Hyunjin leaned against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Way better. You win. This is officially the best date ever.”

 

Han grinned, triumphant, and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

 

And just like that, a themed dinner cinema turned into one of Hyunjin’s favorite memories.

 

********

 

With Han's date Hyunjin realized he made beautiful memories with all of them, their date promise fulfilled and Hyunjin knew the memories will only keep on increasing.

 

Because Love never had an ending...........

Notes:

Next chapter will be uploaded on Thursday, let me know if any of you wants to see a certain scene.

 

I think this chapter was worth the wait, I hope you guys like it, I used all of my dream date spots for this🤭🤗

 

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Chapter 18: The story.

Summary:

So this is the end.

Backstage, Hyunjin fidgeted with the hem of his outfit, heart racing like a drum. The roar of the crowd seeped through the curtains, louder than anything he’d ever experienced. A year. It had been one whole year since he’d joined Stray Kids. One year of laughter, chaos, care, and love. One year of being home.

 

He swallowed hard, trying to calm the jumble of emotions swirling inside. “I… I’ve really been here for a whole year? Wow… so much has happened… so much…”

 

The lights dimmed. The crowd erupted as Stray Kids began their opening number, the stage a sea of flickering lights and deafening cheers. Hyunjin froze, blinking as something caught his eye.

 

Banners. Handmade signs. Lightsticks waving in perfect sync. And… one message repeated over and over again:

 

“Happy 1 Year with Hyunjin! We love you, Jinnie!”

 

Hyunjin’s stomach flipped. Stays, his fans, had remembered. They were cheering for him. Just him. A warmth spread through his chest so intense it almost hurt. He could feel the love buzzing in the air, filling every corner of the arena.

 

Then, a familiar voice boomed through the speakers, halting the performance mid-song.

 

“Everyone! Today marks one year since our Hyunjinnie joined us! Let’s celebrate him!”

 

Confetti cannons burst, showers of gold and silver sparkling around the stage. The screen lit up with clips of Hyunjin, laughing, sketching, baking, cuddling, being his utterly adorable self. The crowd went wild, chanting his name, waving lightsticks so fiercely it seemed like the entire universe was cheering for him.

 

Hyunjin’s mouth went dry. His hands flew to his cheeks, tears welling up as he stumbled forward, barely able to breathe through the overwhelming wave of emotion.

 

Then they were there, Stray Kids. His pack. Each member appearing beside him on stage, wrapping him in arms, pulling him into the middle of their circle, giving him the warmth, the love he had always craved.

 

Felix grinned and nudged him gently. “You make everything brighter, dummy.”

 

Minho’s hand rested over his shoulder, firm and warm. “Our little omega, you are stronger than you know.”

 

Chan crouched just enough to press a soft kiss to his temple. “I’m proud of you, Jinnie.”

 

Changbin smirked, cheeks flushed. “You’re ours, always.”

 

Jeongin leaned close, voice small but certain. “You’re perfect. Don’t ever forget it.”

 

Seungmin’s hand covered Hyunjin’s briefly, steadying him. “Our calm in every storm.”

 

Han wrapped an arm around him from behind, whispering, “You’ve grown so much. We love you.”

 

Hyunjin froze, his heart threatening to burst from all the love hitting him at once. He wanted to laugh, cry, and hug them all at the same time. He could feel Stays cheering louder than ever, a chorus of voices carrying their affection straight into his soul.

 

Tears streamed down his cheeks, unbidden but welcomed. He laughed through them, voice shaky, whispering, “I… I love you all… so much…”

 

Chan tugged him closer, voice soft in his ear, “And we love you, more than you can imagine.”

 

The spotlight held on him as the confetti settled, the cheers still echoing through the arena. Hyunjin looked around at the smiling faces of his pack, then out at the sea of Stays holding up their lightsticks, waving banners, and chanting his name.

 

“A year ago, I didn’t know what love or family felt like. Now… I do. Now I have all of this. All of you. And I never want to forget it.”

 

He squeezed the hands of his pack members, leaning into their warmth, feeling complete. For the first time in his life, Hyunjin felt like he truly belonged. Not just somewhere, but everywhere he was meant to be.

 

And as the lights dimmed and the music began again, Hyunjin lifted his head, smiling through tears, whispering to himself, “This… this is the best year of my life.”

 

**********

 

Manager Ria stood at the side of the stage, just out of the bright lights, her hands clasped loosely, heart full yet heavy with memory. From here, she could see everything: the boys laughing together, Hyunjin’s eyes sparkling as he waved to the Stays who had filled the arena, the familiar roar of fans chanting his name.

 

Her chest ached, not with worry this time, but with a deep, bittersweet relief. She remembered the other reality, the one that had ended in heartbreak, blood, and magic too cruel to bear. She remembered the despair in Hyunjin’s eyes back then, the way he had flinched from even the gentlest touch, the nightmares that had stolen his nights. She had tried to protect him, to rewrite fate, and it had nearly destroyed everything.

 

But now… now it was different.

 

She watched as Hyunjin laughed with Minho, teasing Felix, leaning on Han as if the world was nothing but safety. He was thriving. He was loved. And he knew it. Not because someone had forced it, but because he had chosen it, chosen them, chosen this life.

 

Ria let out a quiet sigh, a smile tugging at her lips. Tears threatened, but they were not the tears of grief—they were the tears of a witness to a miracle. She remembered how she had once wished, begged even, for a chance to fix everything. And somehow, somewhere, that wish had been granted. Not through her intervention, not through force, but through patience, love, and the resilience of hearts meant to be together.

 

The stage lights shifted, highlighting Hyunjin as he held the small golden cake the Stays had sent, the banner behind him glowing with messages of love and pride. The members crowded around him, celebrating quietly yet joyfully, their smiles as bright as the arena itself.

 

Ria allowed herself a full laugh this time, soft and genuine. “This is what it should have been,” she whispered. “This is what it always should have been.”

 

She felt the weight of the past lift, replaced by this present moment: perfect, whole, and shimmering with life. She stayed there, just watching, savoring it all, the boy who had once been broken now shining, surrounded by the family he had chosen, cheered on by the fans who loved him unconditionally.

 

And for the first time in a long while, Ria didn’t feel the urge to fix, to intervene, to control. She simply watched. She was the witness, the guardian of memory, the quiet presence who would carry the story of how love had finally, beautifully won.

 

The music swelled, the fans chanted louder, and Hyunjin laughed again, leaning into his brothers with ease. Ria’s eyes glistened, not with sorrow, but with joy—the joy of seeing a legend reborn, of watching a soul finally find its home.

 

“Yes,” she murmured to herself. “This… this is exactly how it was meant to be.”

 

Manager Ria smiled softly, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder, the cheers of Stays still echoing faintly through the arena as she made her way toward the exit. Even now, her heart swelled with the sight of Hyunjin, alive, happy, surrounded by those who loved him. This was the world she had fought to see, the one she had worked and sacrificed for, and she felt a quiet satisfaction settle in her chest.

 

Being a manager was never easy. There was always another task, another responsibility waiting, a world of chaos behind the polished stage. She had never been “free,” not really. But today, for a few precious moments, she could let herself breathe.

 

And then… it happened.

 

She didn’t see him coming. A sudden bump, and both of them stumbled. She instinctively reached out, feeling the brief shock of contact as they fell to the floor.

 

When she looked up, time seemed to freeze. Standing before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His presence was calm yet magnetic, a quiet authority in the set of his shoulders, warmth in the deep brown of his eyes. For a heartbeat, the world vanished—the roar of the Stays, the flashing lights, the busy arena, they all melted into silence.

 

They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other in quiet trance. Then, faintly, the distant noise of the cheering crowd pulled her back to reality.

 

He smiled first. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice smooth, polite, carrying a hint of warmth that made her heart skip.

 

Ria straightened, brushing herself off. She returned the smile. “It’s my fault too,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

 

Curiosity flared. “Who… are you?” she asked, studying him closely.

 

“I’m William,” he replied, bowing slightly, the kind of respectful gesture she hadn’t expected to make her smile again. “Your new assistant.”

 

“Ria,” she said, offering her hand.

 

They shook hands, a simple gesture, but the electricity between them made it feel like the start of something larger, something fated.

 

And perhaps it was.

 

As Ria stood, preparing to leave the arena for real this time, a sense of warmth spread through her chest. The years of sacrifice, the pain of the old universe, the sleepless nights, everything had led her here. The goddess had rewarded her devotion, her willingness to endure the unbearable for the sake of love. In this world, she had seen Hyunjin heal. And now, it seemed, her own story was beginning anew.

 

Because sometimes, the universe repays those who give without expectation. Sometimes, the most precious gifts come when you least anticipate them.

 

Ria smiled to herself, taking a steadying breath as she walked beside William. She didn’t know where this new chapter would lead, but hope thrummed in her veins, a light she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years.

 

If the goddess had blessed her past deeds, then perhaps, just perhaps, she too would find her fated mate. And for the first time, Manager Ria felt that maybe, in this life, love was not a burden or a test, but a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

 

She walked into the night with a heart lighter than it had been in decades, stepping into a story that was hers to write.

 

***********

 

Straykids had taken a break, because they want to expand their family and as the Pack Luna Minho was the first one to be pregnant.

 

Minho’s pregnancy had been… intense. The pack adored him, pampered him endlessly, and while Minho usually accepted their care with quiet grace, the hormones sometimes got the better of him.

 

That evening, Hyunjin peeked into Minho’s room with a tray. He’d spent an hour cutting fruit into perfect little flower shapes and warming milk with honey, something he’d read was good for Omegas during pregnancy.

 

“Minho,” he said softly, placing the tray on the bedside table, “I made you something. Thought it might help you feel better.”

 

But Minho, tired and aching, sat up with a sharp glare. “I don’t need you fussing over me like I’m helpless, Hyunjin! Just stop acting like you know what I want!” His voice cracked with frustration, harsher than he meant.

 

Hyunjin froze, stung. The brightness in his eyes dulled, and his lips parted as if to apologize, but no words came. Instead, he just nodded, quietly turning to leave.

 

The door clicked shut behind him, and silence filled the room. Minho stared at the tray, the little fruit flowers, the sweet milk, and guilt crashed over him like a wave. Hyunjin had been trying. Hyunjin had always been trying.

 

A few minutes later, Minho got up, clutching his belly, and padded down the hall. He found Hyunjin sitting at the kitchen counter, wiping at his eyes as if he could erase the hurt before anyone noticed.

 

“Hyunjin,” Minho said softly.

 

Hyunjin looked up quickly, forcing a smile. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have.........”

 

Before he could finish, Minho crossed the room and pulled him into a hug. It was awkward at first, Minho’s swollen belly pressing between them, but then Hyunjin melted, burying his face into Minho’s shoulder.

 

“I didn’t mean it,” Minho whispered, voice trembling. “I just… I feel so heavy, so tired, and I took it out on you. But you’ve been nothing but kind. You always are.”

 

Hyunjin shook his head, tears dampening Minho’s shirt. “I just wanted to help. I hate seeing you uncomfortable.”

 

Minho cupped his face gently, tilting it up so their eyes met. His own gaze softened, filled with love. “You’re helping just by being here. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

 

The pack found them like that a little while later, curled together on the couch, Hyunjin’s head resting against Minho’s chest as Minho’s hand stroked gently through his hair. The tray of fruit sat forgotten on the counter, but Minho promised, “Tomorrow, you’re feeding me every single one of those flower slices. Got it?”

 

Hyunjin laughed through his tears, nodding. And the pack quietly smiled, leaving them to their moment, because sometimes love wasn’t loud or grand. Sometimes it was an apology whispered into a hug, and a bond that grew stronger even after sharp words.

 

*********

 

The living room was bathed in soft golden light, the hum of the city outside muted by thick curtains. Hyunjin sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully cradling Minho’s newborn in his arms. The baby’s tiny fingers curled around his, delicate and trusting, while Minho rested nearby, exhaustion and joy etched on his face.

 

The little one let out a sharp wail, tiny fists flailing, and Hyunjin felt his chest tighten. He rocked gently, whispered soft hums, even tried making silly faces, but nothing worked. A lump formed in his throat. “I… I can’t calm him,” he admitted quietly, voice trembling.

 

Seungmin knelt in front of him, eyes soft and steady. “It’s okay, Hyunjin. You’re doing perfectly. The baby can feel your care. Just breathe with him.”

 

Felix rested a hand lightly on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “We’re right here. You’re not alone.”

 

Hyunjin closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath. Then, from somewhere deep within the house, a warmth pulsed, a gentle, steady light threading through the room. Han’s blessing, the Silver Heart, radiated quietly, subtle but undeniable.

 

The baby’s cries softened immediately, tiny whimpers fading into calm curiosity. Its head nestled against Hyunjin’s chest, fingers clutching his shirt. Hyunjin felt a warmth fill him, as if the heartbeat of the whole pack, Han’s gift, was pulsing through him.

 

“It’s… Han’s blessing,” Hyunjin whispered, tears slipping freely. “That’s why… they feel safe with me.”

 

Minho reached out, brushing his fingers along Hyunjin’s arm, voice soft. “They know you love them, Hyunjin. They know you’ll protect them.”

 

Hyunjin smiled through tears, pressing his forehead gently to the baby’s. The small, warm weight in his arms, the quiet breathing, and the comforting presence of his pack around him made the world feel still and safe.

 

The baby shifted, wrapping its tiny hands more firmly around Hyunjin’s fingers, clingy and trusting. Hyunjin let out a quiet laugh, shaky but filled with relief. “I’ll take care of you, little one. I promise,” he murmured.

 

Felix and Seungmin leaned in, smiling softly, while Minho rested his head lightly on Hyunjin’s shoulder, eyes closed, exhausted but peaceful. Hyunjin felt a gentle squeeze of warmth from all sides, the pack, the baby, Han’s blessing, a unity he had never truly understood before.

 

And then, the baby looked up at Hyunjin, eyes bright, and gave a tiny, toothless smile. Hyunjin’s heart melted completely. He laughed softly, tears of joy streaming down his face. “See? You already love me,” he whispered, hugging the little boy closer.

 

For the first time, everything felt right. Safe. Home.

 

And in that small, quiet room, with soft breathing and gentle touches all around, Hyunjin realized that love wasn’t something distant or scary, it was warm, it was steady, and it was here, right now, in his arms.

 

*********

 

The pack house was unusually quiet that afternoon. Minho had taken his little one for a nap, Han and Seungmin were holed up with music, and Changbin was at practice.

 

Which was perfect, because Hyunjin and Felix, both glowing and very obviously pregnant, had a secret.

 

“Quick, close the door,” Felix whispered, holding up a stolen plate of fresh brownies still warm from the oven. His other hand rested on his rounded belly like he was protecting two treasures at once. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he dragged Hyunjin into the laundry room, their unofficial hideout.

 

Hyunjin, already giggling, shut the door and plopped down beside him. He smoothed a hand over his own bump with a dreamy sigh. “Do you think Minho will kill us if he finds out we’re stealing desserts again?”

 

“Probably,” Felix grinned, breaking one brownie in half. “But come on, we’re both eating for two. This is practically medicinal.”

 

They sat cross-legged on the floor, balancing the plate between them, munching on gooey chocolate pieces with muffled hums of satisfaction.

 

Hyunjin’s head tipped back dramatically. “Our babies are going to be born with cocoa cravings.”

 

Felix laughed, patting his stomach. “At least they’ll be partners in crime from the start. Cousins with a sweet tooth.”

 

They clinked brownies together like champagne glasses, collapsing into giggles. For a moment, the world was only chocolate and warmth and each other’s joy.

 

Of course, that’s when the door creaked open.

 

Han stood there with raised brows, Minho behind him crossing his arms, and Seungmin peeking over with a deadpan stare.

 

“Well, well,” Han drawled, smirking. “The glowing mamas-to-be hiding in the laundry room with contraband brownies.”

 

Hyunjin nearly choked on his bite, cheeks turning pink. Felix clutched the plate protectively. “Don’t you dare take them! We’re both pregnant — we deserve this!”

 

Minho pinched the bridge of his nose but couldn’t hide the fond smile tugging at his lips. “Honestly… you two are impossible.”

 

Seungmin shook his head, muttering, “Caught red-handed.”

 

The pack filed in, laughter filling the tiny room as Felix and Hyunjin tried in vain to shield their brownie stash. Instead of scolding, Minho plucked one from the plate and popped it into his mouth. “Fine. But next time, share.”

 

Hyunjin and Felix exchanged a sheepish glance before bursting into laughter again, leaning against each other with chocolate smudges on their lips.

 

Pregnancy wasn’t always easy, but with a pack that loved them, and little ones already giving them excuses to sneak sweetness, it felt like life couldn’t be any more perfect.

 

********

 

Seungmin had always carried his calm like armor. Smiles that didn’t reach his eyes, dry humor to cover the ache. Nobody in the pack ever said it out loud, but they all knew how much it had hurt him when his first pregnancy attempt hadn’t lasted. He’d tucked the grief away, neat and quiet, and went back to being everyone’s voice of reason.

 

But Hyunjin noticed. Hyunjin always noticed.

 

That was why, when Seungmin slipped into the bathroom one morning with shaking hands and a small white box, Hyunjin didn’t let him do it alone. He waited outside the door, chewing his lip raw, until Seungmin finally cracked it open and whispered, voice trembling, “Hyunie… I don’t think I can look.”

 

Hyunjin didn’t hesitate. He stepped in, took the test gently from Seungmin’s hand, and stared at the little window. Two pink lines. Clear. Certain.

 

His breath caught. “Seungmin-ah…” His voice cracked, eyes stinging. “You’re pregnant.”

 

Seungmin froze. For a heartbeat he didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Then Hyunjin’s arms were around him, pulling him close, the test still clutched between his fingers.

 

“See?” Hyunjin whispered against his shoulder, tears spilling freely now. “You’re going to be a dad. It’s real this time. It’s happening.”

 

Seungmin’s composure broke like glass. His own tears slipped hot and silent down his cheeks as he pressed his face into Hyunjin’s neck. “I… I thought it would never......”

 

“It will,” Hyunjin soothed, rocking them gently. “The moon blessed you. You deserve this, Min. Our babies will grow up together.”

 

They clung to each other, crying and laughing at the same time, the tiny piece of plastic between them suddenly the most precious thing in the world.

 

When they finally pulled back, Seungmin’s eyes were swollen but brighter than Hyunjin had ever seen them. He let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his face. “You’re ridiculous for crying more than me.”

 

Hyunjin sniffled, grinning through his tears. “Yeah, well… I love you too much not to.”

 

That night, the pack gathered in the living room, blankets tossed across couches, tea mugs balanced on tables, the air thick with the usual warmth of home. Minho had his little one curled up against his side, Felix was nibbling on dried fruit (a safer craving than brownies this time), and Chan was flipping through some song notes while pretending not to hover over everyone.

 

Hyunjin sat close to Seungmin, their hands brushing. He could feel Seungmin’s nerves radiating, shoulders tense, eyes darting as if the words might vanish if he didn’t say them fast enough.

 

So Hyunjin squeezed his hand and stood up.

 

“Okay, um… everyone?” His voice cracked, earning an affectionate laugh from Han. “I- well, not me, but.......”

 

Seungmin’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. But Hyunjin only grinned at him, watery-eyed and proud, and held up the test like it was a trophy.

 

“Seungmin’s pregnant!”

 

The room froze for a single heartbeat. Then erupted.

 

Felix squealed, clapping his hands, his round belly bouncing as he half-stood. Han let out a loud cheer, practically tackling Seungmin in a hug before Minho yanked him back, muttering about “being careful.” Changbin shouted “I knew it!” though nobody believed him. Even Jeongin’s usual calm cracked as he grinned ear to ear, eyes shining.

 

Chan set his notes aside, walking over quietly. He crouched in front of Seungmin, resting both hands gently on his knees. “Min… you really are?”

 

Seungmin swallowed hard, voice breaking as he nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

 

Chan’s smile softened into something reverent, and he pulled Seungmin into a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

 

The chaos resumed, laughter and tears mingling. Minho leaned over, brushing Seungmin’s hair back from his face. “Guess our kids won’t be lonely, huh? They’ll have a whole army of siblings and cousins.”

 

Hyunjin slipped back down beside Seungmin, threading their fingers together again. Seungmin’s hand was still trembling, but now it was with joy.

 

For the first time in a long time, his heart felt light. He wasn’t just part of the pack — he was giving new life to it.

 

And when Hyunjin pressed their joined hands to Seungmin’s belly, whispering “we’ll take care of you, both of you,” Seungmin believed it.

 

He believed in them. He believed in himself.

 

And for the first time in a long time, Seungmin let himself believe, in happiness, in family, in miracles that arrived quietly but stayed forever.

 

**********

 

For the first time in what felt like forever, the house was quiet. Well… quiet if you ignored the babbling, squealing, and the occasional crash of toys hitting the floor.

 

The Omegas Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin, had gone out together for a well-deserved afternoon of relaxation. That left the babies in the care of their Alphas… and one very brave Beta.

 

Chan adjusted his glasses like he was preparing for battle. Jeongin sat cross-legged on the carpet, already buried under a pile of toy blocks. Changbin paced like he was guarding the perimeter. And Han? Han just sighed, clutching a stuffed bunny that had been shoved into his arms the second the Omegas left.

 

“Okay,” Chan said, clapping his hands, “this is simple. Feed them, keep them entertained, don’t let anyone cry too long. Easy.”

 

As if on cue, one of the babies let out a wail.

 

Jeongin groaned. “Hyung, you jinxed it.”

 

Changbin swooped in, lifting the little one carefully into his arms. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Uncle Binnie’s got you.” He started bouncing and singing off-key, which only made the baby giggle and grab his nose.

 

Another baby crawled straight for Jeongin’s block tower, smashing it with both hands. Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “I just built that!” He threw his hands up while the baby squealed in triumph. “Fine, fine, I’ll build it again. You win.”

 

Across the room, Han sat frozen with a baby in his lap, staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “…Why is he looking at me like that?”

 

“Because you’re holding his bunny wrong,” Chan replied, already juggling bottles in the kitchen.

 

Han awkwardly repositioned the stuffed toy. The baby immediately broke into a gummy smile, and Han melted on the spot. “Okay. You’re cute. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

 

By the time the Omegas returned, the living room looked like a toy store had exploded. Blocks scattered everywhere, bottles toppled on the table, and all four babies happily dozing in various laps, one on Chan’s chest, one still curled in Han’s arms, one draped over Jeongin’s shoulder, and one sprawled across Changbin’s stomach.

 

The Omegas stopped in the doorway, staring in shock.

 

“…We were gone for three hours,” Minho whispered.

 

Felix covered his mouth to hide his laugh. “They look… exhausted.”

 

Hyunjin’s eyes softened, watching Chan stroke the baby’s back in his sleep. “No, they look perfect.”

 

And maybe they did. The Alphas and their Beta had survived the afternoon, proving that when it came to this pack, love was never divided, only multiplied.

 

**********

 

The babies had been restless that night, eyes wide and sparkling instead of drooping shut. Minho had already sung two lullabies, Felix had hummed, Hyunjin had tried his softest voice, but still, tiny hands tugged at sleeves and little voices demanded, “Story! Story!”

 

It was Seungmin they turned to in the end. Perhaps because his voice carried that steady calm, perhaps because they knew he rarely told stories, so when he did, it was special.

 

“Me?” Seungmin blinked, pointing at himself.

 

“Yes, Minnie-appa!” one of the little ones chirped, curling into his lap.

 

The others piled into the nest with him, pressing against their packmates, small bodies tucked between familiar arms. The room dimmed to a golden hush — only the soft rustle of blankets, the faint sound of breathing, and the warmth of family filled the air.

 

Seungmin exhaled, settling deeper into the cushions. “Alright then,” he said softly. “But this is not an ordinary story.”

 

The babies’ eyes widened, the adults leaning in without meaning to.

 

“There were once… seven princes,” Seungmin began, his voice steady and gentle, “who lived together in a kingdom built not of walls, but of trust. They were brave, they were strong, but most importantly, they had each other.”

 

The little ones sighed happily, already enchanted.

 

“Then one day,” Seungmin continued, “an injured prince wandered into their kingdom. He was scared, fragile, and everyone whispered that he would bring nothing but trouble. But the seven princes… they didn’t send him away. They opened their arms. They welcomed him.”

 

A baby’s hand tightened around Hyunjin’s sleeve, and Hyunjin blinked fast, throat aching as he realized who that prince was meant to be.

 

“At first,” Seungmin went on, “it wasn’t easy. The new prince had scars on his heart, and the others didn’t always know how to help. But slowly, gently, something happened. They saw him smile, they saw how kind and pure he was, and… they fell in love with him. All seven of them.”

 

The Omegas exchanged soft glances across the nest, warmth flickering like candlelight between them.

 

“But then,” Seungmin lowered his voice dramatically, making the babies gasp, “a great demon rose against them. It wanted to tear them apart, to prove that love wasn’t strong enough. The princes fought, but the battle was fierce.”

 

The children snuggled closer, wide-eyed.

 

“Just when it seemed the darkness would win,” Seungmin’s tone softened again, “a fairy godmother appeared. She reminded them of what they had forgotten, that together, they were stronger than any enemy. And so the princes fought side by side. Not with fear. Not with anger. But with love.”

 

His eyes softened as he looked around at his pack. “And in the end… the eighth prince was not weak. He was the strongest of them all. For he carried every one of their hearts with him. And when he won, he didn’t just save himself. He saved them all.”

 

Seungmin’s voice trailed into a hush. “And so… eight princes lived happily ever after, in a kingdom not of stone and crowns, but of warmth, laughter, and love.”

 

Silence fell over the room.

 

Hyunjin had tears slipping silently down his cheeks, quickly brushed away before the little ones could see. Minho’s hand found Felix’s, squeezing gently. Chan smiled faintly, eyes glistening in the low light.

 

One by one, the babies drifted to sleep, tiny smiles lingering on their faces, as if they too had believed every word of the story.

 

The pack stayed quiet for a long time, gazing at the small bundle of sleeping children, at each other, at the lives they had built.

 

Han was the first to whisper, “It really is our story, isn’t it?”

 

Seungmin’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “Yes. And look at us now.”

 

Hyunjin, still brushing at his eyes, whispered, “Happily ever after.”

 

And in that warm nest, surrounded by laughter, tears, and dreams, they knew, it wasn’t just a story. It was their truth.

 

*******

 

It was their first concert after a long, gentle hiatus.

 

Months spent not under blinding lights, but in the glow of nursery lamps.

 

In laughter echoing through hallways, in the tender weight of new life.

 

Pregnancy, babies, family, love had asked them to pause, and they had listened.

 

Now, returned to the stage, they were not just idols, not just princes of music.

 

They were fathers, caretakers, mates, stronger because of the bonds that grew behind closed doors.

 

And Stays, patient and unwavering, welcomed them back with open arms, their cheers carrying not only longing, but pride.

 

When the stage lights dimmed and the cheers faded into memory, the world outside still hummed with love.

 

Stays carried their voices like lanterns into the night, weaving whispers into a story not sung on stage.

 

They wondered, in the quiet between heartbeats: what if Hyunjin had been a Beta or an Alpha?

 

Would the story have changed?

 

Would the path have been smoother, or perhaps more jagged?

 

Would fate have drawn the lines differently, or would the ending remain untouched?

 

And softly, like a chorus of lullabies, the answers came:

 

Even as a Beta or an Alpha, Chan would have seen how his light danced across the room.

 

Felix would still have held him close for the warmth he gave so freely.

 

Minho would still have loved the fire in his stubborn heart.

 

Seungmin would still have understood his silences.

 

Han would still have filled his nights with laughter.

 

Changbin and Jeongin would still have guarded him, fierce and loyal.

 

So perhaps the journey might have taken other roads,

 

but the destination, the love, the family, the bond, that would never change.

 

For love such as theirs is not bound by rank or title.

 

It does not bend to what-ifs.

 

It is a flame that burns steady, no matter the wind.

 

And so the tale of the eight was written not only by themselves,

 

But by every heart that believed in them,

 

Every Stay who whispered their names like prayers into the night.

 

No matter the path,

 

No matter the world,

 

Their ending would always be the same, because love like theirs always, always wins.

 

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Moments go on
Memories stay
Love is not a phase
It's a journey to experience and express
Forever it's felt.
Ever and after the effects stay.

 

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Notes:

This is another version of my first ever fic Uninvited, the first being Alpha Hyunjin, although of the same universe, the story will be completely different.

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