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sO JIsUng got hit on the head by the tv i hOpe he's oKAy OWO tBH it made me lAUgh OOF NOW I FEEL BAD 🙃 LMAO JK I LOVEEE YOUU JISUNGG 😿😭💞💓💖
sO CHAN NOTICED MY COMMENT "I MISS YOU" THEN HE REPLIED BACK AAAAAAAAA I DIDNT HAVE A CHANCE TO RECORD WHEN I WAS TYPING IT CUZ I WAS USING MI DESKTOP TO WATCH HIS LIVE EARLIER 😿😭💞💓💖 yup i was living that y/n life for a moment.
COMEBACK WAIT BDNBSJXBD IM NOT OKAYYY AAAAAAA I CAN HEAR MY WALLET SCREAMINGGGG BSHXJFJS
two roads diveeeerrgeed in a yellow wood 🙃 sorry i had to ehehhe 🤣
only glow up that matters 🤣
i wHEEZED 🤣🤣 wAiT AHAHAJAJAHAHJA
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THE TEASER PHOTOS AUSSIE LINE AAAAAAAAA (lets just accept the fact that hyunjin is part of the aussie line now AHAHHHAHAH)
i mEan—
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lowkey scared now i—
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IM DEFINITELY NOT CRYING 🙃
can we just take a moment of silence and appreciate jisungs smile i mEAn LOOK AT IT AAAAAAAAA 😭😭😿💖💖
(photos are not mine btw)
A FCKING BOP DBJSBXKDJSKD AAAAAAAAA
HOW TO UNHEAR:
YOUR BEHAVIOR IS SO AAARRGHH
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It is a CRIME that maknae on top isn’t available on Spotify like imagine the power that it would hold
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I. POSEIDON'S BLOOD
3racha × fem!reader — badass pirate captain! reader, pirate thief! jisung, pirate! changbin, pirate! chan, greek & roman mythology au, enemies to lovers with a twist, childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, slowburn, found family, poly relationship, pirate au, based on the myth of jason and the argonauts & the percy jackson series, fluff/angst/smut
chapter summary — set aboard haven, you and your crew sail to the island of crete after a disastrous attack from the golden pirate, in hopes of meeting an old friend who could help out immensely on your journey and locate the golden fleece with the help of the archives. but you are suddenly rattled by dream with a godly visit.
warnings — mature language, blood, mention of getting stabbed, death (read series masterlist for more info)
word count — 5K
author's note — the first chapter of my baby <3 it was pretty hard to write in this kind of english, but it was enjoyable at the same time. i had a lot of fun researching the best ways to connect the places in this story with the history it actually has. i hope you like it too <33 please consider leaving feedback in the comments or in a reblog as it would really make my day ♡
HAPPY (LATE) CHANGBIN DAY 💖
minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content. this series portrays various other kpop idols, none of which represent the actual nature of them in real life. these are fictional characters with fictional personalities. characters depicted in this series are morally grey, they have their flaws just like all humans do.
It had been around two months since the Haven had set sail, and you were about as close to completing your mission as you had first begun it. You fidgeted with the silk of your robes as you anxiously paced the deck, still in a state of disaster after the attack in the previous week. You were doing no help to heal the gaping wound in your abdomen as you purposefully went against Felix's words once again, causing the blond to fret every time he saw you wince, but you waved him off—as if a spear stab was something to be waved off about, as if it were a mere paper cut.
Your crew had initially consisted of a handful of able-bodied men from your city, Salnich, but most of them had either died or ran away the moment you docked at a seaport. You can't blame them though. The quest you were on was that frightening, not your normal pirate journey.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to picture your home in your mind. The docks you frequented, even before you became a pirate. The smell of freshly baked loaves of bread amidst the decaying buildings. Children playing among the dirt and rubble. It was a sight for sore eyes, but it was home.
Salnich used to be a prosperous city, the capital, overflowing with riches and people from all over the Mediterranean. Being a seaside city, it harbored all kinds of folk—from satyrs to nymphs, demigods and mortals, all living together in harmony. It was only when the new king came to rise that Salnich had gone down to the trenches, pirates—nasty, vile pirates, not nice ones like you—invaded the white sand beaches and took everything.
It was as if the earth itself had lost a part of her soul.
The crops withered, the trees grew bare, and buildings grew moldy. There were two bouts of plague that wiped out many people. Outsiders stopped coming. The pirates plundered and plundered until Salnich was penniless.
You were away when the new king came to power, on your own plundering quest with your crew of men. It surprised many in your town, that're becoming a pirate.
The daughter of Jupiter mastered the seas.
It has been your dream since you were a child. Become a pirate and sail across the seven seas, finding treasure and unraveling the world's greatest mysteries. You had prayed and prayed for Neptune to give you passage, to let you across his ocean.
Your prayers were answered.
And you became a pirate.
When you had returned home after the new king's reign had begun, you were devastated. Your mother had passed away from the plague, alone in the small house you called home tucked between two orange trees. You cried for days until you slapped your cheek, the skin reddening from the force, and you pulled yourself together.
With the help of your friend, you proposed the idea of finding the Golden Fleece, first recovered by Jason and his band of Argonauts on the ship Argo, to save Salnich. Once the townsfolk had unanimously agreed to elect you as the leader of the quest, you threw yourself into work, sending letters to friends you've made over the few years you've sailed—demigods and legacies you were sure were vital to your mission.
You had stopped at a few towns to pick up those members of your crew—the chosen ones by the gods, the ones who were said to be as capable as you, the blessed ones of Athena and the daughter of the King of Olympus. Throughout your childhood, you had known you were different from others, although you hadn't been able to comprehend how different until you had grown of age and commandeered your very own ship. Very few in your hometown were blessed by the gods, so it was natural for you to be selected for the quest.
“Captain,” Felix let out an exasperated sigh, his chest heaving and his forehead sweaty as though he had been running for a while, which he probably had if he were supposed to be in his chambers resting. Lee Felix was a lively, blond-haired boy, with freckles doting over his face like the stars in the night sky. He was a legacy of Apollo, Phoebus for you, so he had healing abilities that no one else had, always donned in mustard yellow robes that were murky with grime and blood.
His eyes, usually bright, were now dull. He played the part of moodmaker on the ship—nicknamed sunshine because of his heritage, especially since you were now down to six people out of the twenty five you had set sail with. Now, tending to the others and their injuries, he looked heavily burdened and tense.
“I won't be able to rest until we reach Crete, not because of what happened with Chrysaor,” you said sternly, gripping the railing as you felt the boy step closer to you.
“It was not your fault, Captain,” the voice you heard was not Felix's, but rather your second in command—Changbin's. You turned around to be met with the face of your first mate, a burly, short man with a fresh scar across his left cheek from the Golden Pirate. He was a stubborn man, but he had a kind heart and meant well, which was why you had chosen him as your right hand. He was dressed in his usual robes of red which hid his numerous weapons, courtesy of his father, Ares. You figured he chose red to hide the bloodstains he was too lazy to clean off.
You met his eyes, his warm gaze making your shoulders untense for a moment. He had a way of making you feel less wound up, even if it only lasted a few moments before your gaze hardened again.
“I do not care if it was my fault or not, I care that I have the blood of men, my men, on my hands because I couldn't defeat fucking dolphins,” you seethed, unsheathing your knife from your waist belt and driving it into the wood of the railing. “It was lucky we had Jeongin on board when we did, or we all would've lost our heads.”
You clenched your jaw as you stared into the horizon and took a few deep breaths to calm your simmering anger, letting the salty air fill your lungs and back out. You felt the eyes of Changbin and Felix on you, which prickled your skin once more. Death was bound to happen on this treacherous journey, but you still couldn't shake the cries of pure terror of people you had known since you were a child, murdered in front of your eyes. You had no clue how you were going to face their wives, their own children, when you went back home—if you went back home.
There was no way you were going to go back without the damned fleece.
“Any luck on locating our artifact?” You asked, wanting to divert the topic.
“Nothing,” Changbin admitted, adjusting his belt. “We might have luck in Crete, they have a large archive, according to Seungmin. There has to be something about the fleece, at least one of the thousands of scrolls stored there.”
You nodded, chewing the inside of your cheek. “And how long till we reach the port?”
“Seungmin says not long, perhaps the end of the day at the most.”
“I hope Chan has received my message,” you pondered out loud. “We need the help of Poseidon's blood if we are to sail for any longer.”
“I wonder what he's doing in Crete if he's from Salnich like the two of you,” Felix said, making you and Changbin smile softly.
“He always wanted to escape our home. He had big dreams and an even bigger heart, he hopped on the first ship to Crete years ago.”
“Sounds… admirable.”
“He's a wonderful person. I think you will get along with him well. He might be able to lift our spirits too.”
After much reluctance, you were taken back to your chambers to rest. Felix had worked his magic on you, severely draining him in the process, and left you alone with your thoughts. Your mind was swimming with what you had to face in Crete—hopefully reuniting with your friend and willing him to join your party, revive your crew from despair, restock your supplies, fix the ship—
You shook your head and let out a deep sigh. Your hand rested on your wound, the pain more bearable now. It was a deep, excruciatingly painful wound. Chrysaor had nearly driven the spear straight through your body, had it not been for Minho, another crew member, to wack him with the hilt of his sword, effectively distracting him long enough for you to kick him away. You could still see the unadulterated evil in his blood-red eyes whenever you closed yours, making you shiver.
You chose to think of the events that would take place in Crete, your mind drifting to your past. Chan, the grandson of Poseidon, would be the pivotal turning point in your quest for the Golden Fleece, the margin between success and failure. You have known him since you were little, along with Changbin. He was a bit of a mother hen, even at the tender age of seven years old, always nagging about his attraction to mischief and danger.
The gentle rocking of the ship, the lapping of the salty sea against the hull, the distant murmurs from the crew, all lulled you into a restless sleep.
In your dreams, you were battling Chrysaor and his Dolphin Pirates once again, blood bathing the wooden deck and shouting piercing your ears. The storm overheard was not of your power, but rather the Golden Pirate's, which you did not like one bit. The rain was stinging your eyes, making it hard to see, and your commands were taken away by the wind. Your heart sped up in your chest as you saw Chrysaor draw closer to you, impaling you with his weapon, his face so close you could see the maps of red in the whites of his eyes.
You could almost hear his sinister laughter right next to your ear, the smell of rotten fish and blood burning your nose.
Chrysaor and his golden Medusa mask, a tribute to his gorgon mother.
Chrysaor and his golden blade that was piercing your body, your blood seeping out in spurts, making the white of your undershirt dark red.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, only catching a glimpse of Minho distracting the Golden Pirate long enough for you to kick him away and your dream faded into black again.
When you opened your eyes, you weren't in your sleeping quarters but rather a quaint, little garden, the sound of a lyre filling your ears, immediately soothing you. A man was sitting on a hammock tied to the trunks of two oak trees, plucking the strings of the instrument with a practiced ease, the tune sounding more and more familiar to you until it struck you—it was the tune of the lullaby your mother used to sing.
“Ah, you've come.” The man seemed to have noticed your presence, placing the lyre aside albeit it continued playing on its own, and he stood to his full height. A wave of pure energy washed over you, and you willed yourself to kneel, for it wasn't an ordinary man standing in front of you, but a god. You winced, your stab wound prevailing even in this realm.
“Rise, my sister,” he waved you to get up, which you did. “Kneeling is more of our father's thing, not mine.”
The man had blond hair and warm brown eyes, but you should not mistake the power behind them. He had freckles splayed across his nose and cheeks, a blinding smile that felt as if you were looking straight into the sun.
“Lord Phoebus,” you bowed. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“I've come to give you good news,” he smiled, and he avoided staring directly at his face. “Your stop at Crete will be fruitful, although not in a way you may like.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, my dear half-sister,” he chuckled. “That someone you dislike will be making an appearance, but worry not, he is the key to the success of your quest. Turn him away and your home will be doomed to ruins.”
You wanted to say something, ask Apollo whom he was referring to, but you were pulled away by an invisible force and the garden disappeared.
You were falling in darkness.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
You woke up in a cold sweat, your ears ringing and your breath uneven, your heart thumping uncomfortably in your chest. Once the ringing had subsided, you could hear the bell of the ship overhead, signaling that the ship was in the harbor.
You took a few deep breaths and wiped the sweat off your forehead, fastening your belt around your waist and sheathing your sword and knife on the chain. Your meeting with the God of Music played vividly in your mind, but you tried not to be too riled up by it. You smoothed down the fabric of your robes the best you could before grabbing your captain's hat and walking out of your quarters to the deck.
“Captain, I was just about to come get you,” Changbin jogged over to your side. Seeing your disgruntled expression, he shot you a concerned glance at which you shook your head. Not now. “We reached Crete. I've sent Minho and Seungmin to the portmaster while the others are securing the ship.” He gave you his answer silently—we will talk about this later, whether you like it or not.
“Good,” you nodded as you walked towards the gangway where a ladder had been lowered. “Gather the others on deck.”
Changbin nodded tersly and went away to fulfill his duty. You walked up to the stern to get to the seaside town in Crete where your ship had docked. If luck was on your side, Chan would be meeting you here and if not, you would have to face the sea without his help—you didn't want to do that.
There were a few other ships docked in the harbor, one of which caught your eye, making you grit your teeth.
Someone you dislike will make an appearance. Turn him away and your town will be doomed to ruins.
“Captain.”
You tore your eyes away from the masthead you were glaring daggers at and walked down the stairs to the main deck where the remaining six members of your crew stood, looking weary and soulless, but alive. In the short time you had been together, you grew closer as a family.
“We'll be staying in Crete till tomorrow evening, perhaps the day after at the most. Jeongin,” you turned to the black-haired boy who stood up straighter at the mention of his name. His eyes were like a siren, and he was the great-grandson of Dionysus, the reason your crew was able to escape from the clutches of Chrysaor and his sea mammals due to their irrational fear of the God of Wine.
“We all commend you for your extraordinary bravery against the Golden Pirate and his crew of Dolphins.” He blushed at your words and nodded. “Tomorrow morning, I will go into the town to hopefully meet the last member of our party, the blood of Poseidon. The ship requires maintenance and restocking. We will plot our next course once we retrieve information from the Crete archives.”
There were a couple of tired ayes from the five of them, to which you pursed your lips. Spirits were as low as they could get. You hoped to replenish them in your short stay in the town.
By getting Bang Chan.
Kim Seungmin was your half brother, you both were the legacies of Athena (Minerva for him), so naturally, you spoke to him a lot about your plans. He was the one who initially suggested the idea of bringing Chan aboard, after hearing about him in the many hearty conversations the crew had in the mess hall over the weeks. He kept his hair short and out of his face, a slit on his left eyebrow was the result of one of his many hair hacking rages. He was the one who steered the ship. He was tall, had broad shoulders and a lanky frame. He was brutally honest, which you respected, but it was unnerving.
He joined you the next morning to visit Chan at the Maritime Bar, after you left Changbin in charge of the ship. You had bathed, dressed your wound (which somehow looked greener than before), pulled on a deep violet robe over your white undershirt and strapped on your belt with your sword and knife. Seungmin was dressed in a brown robe, his eyes focused on the map in his hands, barely looking two feet in front of him as he walked. He was on his fifth back-up plan—what to do in case the Crete Archives were restricted. You assured him that they would let you visit, once you gave them a reminder of your parentage, but that didn't stop him.
The seaside town had a variety of people—townsfolk, pirates, demigods and a few centaurs and satyrs. In fact, it was a centaur who was managing the bar you had walked into. It was rather quiet, the customers speaking in hushed tones, huddled into their booths and drinking rum even though it wasn't near noon.
“Visiting?” The centaur's human part was a man with tan skin underneath the white vest he wore, a tag with a name written in what you believed Minoan, that you could not understand. His horse was half brown, standing at a weird angle behind the counter.
“Meeting someone,” you said shortly.
“Salnish?”
You raised a brow. “Who's asking?”
“A man came by and said there might be a few of those people coming by… An offspring of Jupiter,” he said in a drawl, wiping a glass with a dirty rag while he bore his golden, almond-shaped eyes into your soul.
“And where is this man?” Seungmin asked from beside him, leaning his elbow on the counter. The centaur merely turned his gaze at him, a silent message passing to the two of him that made Seungmin let out a frustrated huff and mutter a few curses underneath his breath and slam two gold coins on the counter.
The centaur took them into his hand and examined them before pocketing the coins and speaking. “He came by two nights ago and gave me a slip of paper to give to the offspring of Jupiter—only after identifying them, of course.”
You wanted to smack the smirk off of the horseman's face as he waited for some grand display. You disappointed him, however, unsheathing your sword that crackled with electricity—something only the blood of Jupiter could do. He let out a tsk and reached into another pocket of his vest and handed him a neatly folded paper which he took from his hands.
“I would advise you to stay wary of the Cretans. Not many are hospitable for children of Jupiter…”
You tried to brush off the centaur's words as Seungmin and you walked into the town.
Stand by high noon. Don't go after the berries.
Typical Bang Chan fashion.
“Does he always speak in Shakespeare?” Seungmin grumbled, creasing the note with his grip. “What the hell does this even mean? Stand by high noon—does he mean the time, the direction—”
“Or a clock tower,” you interrupted him, nodding your head in the direction of the townsquare where a huge clock tower stood. There were four different roads and shops all around. You were hit with a wave of nostalgia, seeing the ghost of Salnich in Crete with its seaport, wild berry vines and the laughter of children ringing in the air. Your home before it was destroyed. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you watched a group of young boys and girls run around each other, yelling playful jabs and giggling in response. It reminds you of when you were of that age. Young and carefree.
“I suppose it could mean that too…” He shoved the paper into his trousers, and his attention was brought back to the matter at hand. “And those must mean the berries,” he pointed in the direction of wild berry vines growing on one side of the tower and on a few of the buildings. “So that means we have to go left, Captain.”
“Well done, Min,” you chuckled at his deduction and the two of you went down the left road. A couple of people shot you with nasty glares, some eyes with a sword dangling at your hip.
“They don't look friendly.”
“Just don't make eye contact. If we're lucky, we should find a cartographer—there!” A few strides down the road was a sign hanging in front of a small building.
“Gertie's Map Shop,” Seungmin read aloud in an almost amused manner. “Find all your maping—they spelled mapping wrong—mapping needs. Expert cartographer—are you sure this is the place your friend went to fulfill his life's meaning?”
The building was… well, it had character.
You had expected Chan to live in some lavish quarters, not a building that looked like it would blow away in a light breeze. You knocked on the door and waited, with your arms crossed over your chest. Seungmin tapped his foot impatiently against the cobblestones, glaring at whoever looked your way for too long.
Finally, you heard loud footsteps and the door swung open, revealing your old friend—Bang Chan. He had grown taller and more muscular over the years, his curly hair was more straight, but there was no mistaking it was him considering the shit-eating grin that formed on his face when he saw him.
“You got my note!” He stepped out of the doorway and in front of you, giving you a sudden hug which you awkwardly returned. You felt your face heat up from the closeness, your palms becoming sweaty as you patted his back. Perhaps Changbin would've responded better. For you, seeing Chan in person brought back a lot of memories—some which you weren't fond of.
You managed a smile at him. “It's good to see you too, Chan. Although I expected a grand mansion with guard dogs.”
Chan laughed. “I did say that, didn't I? Don't worry, my current house is in the next town over,” he swung an arm over his shoulder. “I was on a quest of my own until a few days ago. Mapping Portugal. Exciting, right?”
“Very. You must be in great demand.”
He nodded. “There aren't many Poseidon kids around these days.” He turned to Seungmin, who was looking at him skeptically. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”
“Crew member,” Seungmin corrected. “And half brother, I suppose, but godly relations are messy.” He extended a hand towards Chan, who accepted it with a smile. “Seungmin.”
“Nice name,” Chan shook his hand. “So… crew member, huh? You're really looking for the fleece?”
“I wrote it in my letter.”
“You wrote a lot in your letter.”
“So you know why I want to meet you.”
“You never liked staying away from danger, didn't you, Y/n?” He mused and then chuckled. “I suppose Changbin is on your crew? Never stray far from your side.”
“My right hand. He's taking care of the ship at the moment.”
“And—”
“No one else you know,” you cut him off quickly. A surprised look passed over Chan's face before it went back to normal. You gripped the hilt of your sword and nervously twisted it. “We're dealing with some repairs at the moment, so if you're willing to join us, then I can debrief you back at my ship.”
Chan looked between you and Seungmin before sighing. “You're stubborn, I'll give you that.” His features softened ever so slightly. “You do know I can never say no to you, right?”
“So you're joining us?”
“Yes, Captain, I'm joining your expedition. Gods know you're hopeless without me,” he winked at you, making your ears burn hotly.
You took out your pocket watch. “Be at the port no later than four thirty. I still have to go visit the Archives, and we're already weeks behind our schedule.” You told him, using a more serious tone. Chan straightened up and nodded. “Great. I'll see you then.”
Seungmin and you left Gertie's Map Shop and headed back to the port. Your shoulders felt lighter since your old friend agreed to help you, your goal of saving your home getting closer. Despite not knowing the location of the fleece, you felt comforted by the fact that your two oldest friends were going to be by your side. You hoped things would be the same as they were years ago, your ability to seamlessly understand each other's thoughts and work diligently without too much explanation.
“Well, well, if it isn't the Lady Pirate.”
You knew that voice. It sent spirals of anger through your body. Your hand instinctively went to your sword as you turned to your right and caught sight of a man you hated.
“Vernon,” you spoke his name with venom. If looks could kill, Vernon would be dead a thousand times. He was your rival, a pirate you despised to the bone for what he had done to your home—both of your homes. He was from Salnich as much as you were, but he was a ruthless man who only sided with power, power that was in the hands of the new king. He shamelessly went to the other side along with his crew of equally horrible people, allowing other men to invade your land and plunder.
“And what…” He drew closer to her. “Would the Lady Pirate be doing in a town like this?”
“Not collecting a bounty or killing someone for not being able to cough up money to buy a consort, unlike you,” you spat. Your grip was firm on the hilt of your sword. Vernon could see that, which only increased his delight.
“You will come running back to me, as you did once upon a time, little sister,” he laughed, his words making an angry blush form on your face.
“Absolutely not.” You wanted to raise your sword, to strike him down with a bolt of lightning, to show him that on land, you were the more powerful one. “And I am not your sister, you vile person.”
Seungmin held your arm to keep you from severing your half-brother into pieces and dragged you away from him. Hearing his barks of laughter only increased your fury. You thought of Apollo's words, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
Did you turn away from the person who would help you?
It pained you to even think about being friendly with Vernon. He was once like a big brother to you, taking you under his wing to teach you how to control your powers, to scare away the hellhounds and harpies. You were heartbroken to see that you had lost your last remaining family after the new king, and you had developed an unfathomable amount of hatred for him. You always found the need to best him in everything, in the powers of Jupiter, in being a pirate—but you were always one step too short.
Finding the fleece would turn that around.
As you approached the docks, you noticed a lot of movement on your ship. Minho ran the length of the deck, Felix's voice cutting through the stillness of the harbor.
“Wonder what that's about,” Seungmin was equally confused as the two of you went to the gangway, climbing the ladder onto the main deck.
“What's going on?” Your voice was loud and clear, footsteps scurrying all around you until the son of Ares approached from below deck, his face flushed as though he had been doing some strenuous task. His hands were rope burned and his face taut.
You knew something was wrong.
“Is something wrong with the ship? Do we have a leak?” You asked, bracing yourself for the worst. You wouldn't know what to do if you lost Haven, your partner for all these years at sea. “Is it repairable?”
“The ship is fine,” Changbin pursed his lips and avoided his gaze for a few moments. “We've… we've had a small hiccup, though.”
“What kind of hiccup are you talking about?” Your jaw was set, and your hands balled into fists, nails digging into the flesh of your palm. You thought back to Vernon and his smirk, thinking this had to do with him. If it was, you would march right upon his ship and call down a lightning bolt big enough to make you pass out for a week.
“We've had an intruder.”
Your hands unclenched. “An intruder? Why is that a big problem? You have the authority to kick him off the gangplank—”
“Y/n.” Changbin's voice had a tone of seriousness you'd never seen in him, a fire behind his eyes that made him look a lot like his father, like his anger was ready to burst at his seams. Calling you by your name was something he never did unless it was a serious matter. In the blazing pools of his eyes, you could make out something that seemed almost like… hesitance. “It's Jisung.”
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"Y/n, I know you can sing this. we've sung this before!!"
Jisung stated as you stand in front of the large mirror in the dance room. he gently wraps his arms around your waist and sighs.
"there's nothing to worry about, no one is here."
you rub your face softly while taking a deep breath in,
"Ji, I don't know why I can't hit that note. I sang it before we came here," you stated in defeat.
"I want this to be perfect for your stays Ji."
"How about you sing by yourself for a little bit while I grab some snacks for us? You can even record yourself, y/n."
You simply nod as he leaves the room...
you've always been able to harmonize with Jisung's voice so you did not understand why you weren't able to sing this song with him. You chose to sit on the floor and prop your phone up to record yourself, you sang it the way you wanted and just in time because Jisung came into the room with your favorite snacks.
"baby, I think I got it. I finally have it." You exclaimed while hooking up your phone to the TV.
The video you took played as Jisung and you ate some of the snacks. Once the video finished he tackles you to the ground and laughs.
"I told you, you could sing it. Now we just have to do it together."
He pinpoints as he sat up, you softly groan while sitting up.
after you sat up, jisung propped up his phone and replayed the song, you two were able to mix your voices together in ways most people wouldn't expect. he used his higher range while you used your lower range (reminds me or Heize and DEAN's song, And July.)
As the song came to an end, you and Jisung started yelling out of excitement, you two finally got your shit together but now you two have to sing in front of STAYS. You were a nervous wreck and you couldn't help it, this was going to be the first time you're going to be singing in front of a crowd.
"I really hope your fans like this Ji, I don't want to embarrass you or me." you whisper as you tensely play with your hands, "y/n, they love you already. they'll love you even more by doing this, I'll love you even more for doing this with me." he says, slowly moving closer to you.
Jisung softly places kisses amongst the crown of your head, you were able to relax a bit as the rest of the guys wish you good luck, "you two are going to kill it!" Chan exclaims while getting his hair done. "Break a leg noona! Ah don't actually but you know what I mean." Jeongin says happily while hugging you.
You thanked everyone who gave words of encouragement and took a deep breath as Jisung approach the stage. he got the crowd hyped up for you, "What's up STAYS! As you all know, y/n and I have been together for a bit. We have prepared something very special for you all." He finally gestures you to come onto the stage, you were wearing a light blue silk ensemble which you felt extremely confident in. "hey STAYS, I'm so excited to show what Jisung and I have prepared," you said into the microphone while walking out towards him.
Abruptly, the stage lights shined onto you and Jisung, he presses his lips onto your hand and gives you a reassuring smile, "You are going to do great doll." he whispers into your ear as STAYS settle down.
You put your mic on the stand and made sure your earpiece was in your ear, "Tell me what to do, I don't know what to do. Your love is just a memory." you sang softly as your eyes shut.
Jisung sang the first and second verse, you added some ad-libs and harmonizes to compliment his tone which caused the audience to roar. You can see Stays holding their lightsticks and flashlights, swaying in sync which made your heart move.
"Tell me what to do, I don't know what to do. Your love is just a memory, Your love is just a memory yeah. Baby, it's your last time, To give me your best try, And to give your heart to me. Take it to the bridge..."
As the song ended, everyone around you was applauding. From staff members, members of Stray Kids, and the Stays, you felt so thrilled and privileged to be able to sing in front of a supportive audience. Suddenly Jisung runs up and picks you up,
"You did so well baby! I'm so proud!" he says into your ear.
Members suddenly rush to you and congratulate on such a good job, Jisung quickly pulls you to the back to give you lots of kisses and appreciation, "thank you so much, darling. This performance will always be special to me." he states as he sits on a couch in a dressing room with you on his lap.
"thank you for giving me the courage to sing in front of your fans. This was an amazing experience."