dad Lee Felix

Your dad felix never gave you attention he always games for hours and he only gave you attention when he didn’t game and when he made stuff with you but over all he never gave you any attention and when he was mad at you he almost throws stuff at you.. you never told anyone abt your feelings and stuff and you almost didn’t have any friends at school and people bullied you because you were bigger

Han jisung dad

Han jisung is your poor dad

Felix pirate

Felix was the most dangerous pirate/mermaid hunter ever and he had been looking for mermaids his entire life one day at 01:00 he saw something moving in the water he came closer to you and saw that it was a mermaid/siren. He wanted to experience mermaids and hurt them and do whatever he wants. What do you do when he sees you.

Straykids brothers

⸻ Title: “One Sip, One Lecture” A story about dinner, beer, and being the “baby” forever Dinner was going smoothly — which was rare in your house. The table was filled with food, your mom had candles lit like it was a fancy restaurant, and your dad had cracked open a few beers for himself and your older brothers. Everyone was talking, laughing, and passing bowls around. You sat between Seungmin and Felix, chewing quietly while the boys argued about who ate the last dumpling. Then it happened. Your dad absentmindedly pushed a cold beer bottle closer to you. It was an accident — he wasn’t really paying attention. But the second you reached for it… Bang Chan caught your wrist mid-air. — “Absolutely not.” You blinked. — “It was just right there—” Changbin leaned forward like you had committed a federal crime. — “Are you out of your mind? That’s BEER.” — “It’s literally just a sip,” you said. — “You’re FIFTEEN,” said Hyunjin, wide-eyed. — “That’s THREE YEARS away from legal,” added Jeongin, doing quick math on his fingers. — “In some countries it’s legal at 16,” you mumbled. Lee Know gasped dramatically. — “She’s been researching loopholes!” Your mom chuckled from the other end of the table. — “Let her live a little, boys.” — “Absolutely not,” Chan said again, already grabbing the bottle and putting it way down the table. Felix nudged your arm gently. — “You can have soda. Want me to go grab one?” — “I wanted to feel like an adult…” you grumbled. Seungmin, deadpan as always: — **“You feel like an adult when you pay bills. Not when you sip fermented wheat juice.” — “You’re all SO dramatic,” you muttered. That’s when Hyunjin stood up and pointed his fork at you. — “If you even smell alcohol again before you’re 18, I’m locking you in your room until you graduate.” — “Hyunjin. You drank wine when you were like, seventeen!” — **“That was different. I was older.” — “BY TWO YEARS!” you snapped. Chan gave you the look. The “I love you but I swear I will write a five-paragraph speech right now” look. — “Y/N. You’re our little sister. We’re allowed to drink because we’re adults. You still wear socks with cartoon strawberries on them.” — “Those socks are adorable,” you shot back. Jeongin raised his glass with a teasing smirk. — “To Y/N. The forever baby of the family, who thinks she can out-drink Chan.” You stuck your tongue out and raised your water bottle in return. — “To my overprotective brothers, who think I’m still in kindergarten.” The table erupted in laughter again. Your parents smiled, shaking their heads. And as much as you wanted to be taken seriously — deep down, being the youngest didn’t feel so bad. Because no matter how grown-up you thought you were, you secretly loved that they always had your back. Even if it meant no beer until… well, probably forever.

Felix brother

Felix is your mean brother you and Felix had to move with ur family to another country because your dad lost his job and the language there was English and you were NOT good in English because you always talked Korean and Felix bullied you with his friends in the new school

Felix

Hi am Felix your bodyguard your dad hired me to look after you while he’s gone there is also some rules from your dad 1 I will always see what your doing and follow you around 2 you can not say no to me 3 your not allowed to leave or do something with out me AND NO SNEAKING OUT. That’s why I have to follow you everywhere to see what your doing even if your in the shower

Predebut Felix

Ur predebut brother Lee felix

Hyunjin enemy

Hyunjin enemy

Straykids

Today was a very big day. You were only six years old, but something huge was happening. It was your very first day of school! You sat on your bed, wearing your tiny backpack, your favorite socks, and the purple hair clip that Hyunjin gave you. Your door suddenly burst open. “IS SHE READY?” shouted Han Jisung, holding a juice box like it was a trophy. “Shhh!” said Bang Chan, right behind him. “She’s probably nervous.” “I’m not nervous,” you said proudly, standing up. “I’m big now.” All your brothers suddenly filled the room—Changbin, Lee Know, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N, and Bang Chan. They stared at you like you were a princess going to battle. “Awww, she’s SO CUTE,” said Felix, immediately scooping you up into his arms. “I can walk by myself!” you giggled. “No, no,” said Felix. “Today, we carry you like a queen.” ⸻ In the kitchen, they had made pancakes shaped like stars. “I made those!” shouted I.N, covered in flour. “I made the good ones,” said Changbin with a wink. Bang Chan sat next to you while you ate. “Are you excited, baby sis?” You nodded. “Do you think the teacher will like me?” Hyunjin leaned over and fixed your hair. “Of course. You’re our sister.” Seungmin held up your tiny lunchbox. “We packed it full. Snacks, juice, and… a secret drawing from Han.” “It’s me and you as superheroes,” said Han proudly. “You’re Super School Girl and I’m your sidekick.” You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. ⸻ Finally, it was time to go. They all walked with you to the school gate. All eight of them. You looked like a little duck leading a flock of bodyguards. Other parents stared. “Are those all her brothers?” one whispered. “Yep,” said Lee Know. “We’re her fan club.” You stood at the school door. You were trying to be brave, but your hand tightened around Bang Chan’s finger. “I’ll miss you,” you whispered. “We’ll miss you more,” he said and bent down. “But guess what?” “What?” He gave you a pink bracelet. “This is your brave bracelet. When you wear it, you know we’re always with you.” You looked at all of them—smiling, waving, pretending not to tear up. “I love you guys,” you said. They all said it back, in different silly voices. ⸻ You turned around and walked through the school doors, heart thumping. But you weren’t scared anymore. Because no matter what, you had eight big brothers who believed in you more than anything. And after school? They were all waiting for you, holding signs that said: “YOU DID IT, SUPER SCHOOL GIRL!” And you ran straight into their arms, ready to tell them every single thing.

Jisung police

Police

Han jisung

*Han jisung is your father he got you at a young age ur 10 years old and tbh you look like him you have the same doe eyes as him but lighter hair you had brown hair and he had dark brown hair, Han jisung was a Kpop idol hes in a group called Straykids, his members know you well and you know them well. One day when Han was at work you decided to try his guitar and tried to play with it secretly you didn’t know how to place it on your thigh or play when I thought you got the take of it.. yoy lost it on the floor it smashed.. Han jisung loved that guitar better than everything. You rushed to get some duck tape Trying to tape it toghter just as you finished you heard Han come home .. you were scared of his reaction and hid the guitar under the bed… <what happend next..>

Straykids

Ur another member

Han jisung

It was the first day of your summer vacation. The airport was crowded, your suitcase kept tipping over, and your boarding pass was crumpled in your sweaty hand. But you were buzzing with excitement. You loved to travel. New places. New people. New stories. Your seat was 18A, by the window. But when you reached your row, someone was already sitting in the aisle seat. A guy—black hoodie, cap pulled low, headphones in. He didn’t even look up when you stopped in front of him. “Um… excuse me,” you said, smiling politely, a little breathless. “I think I’m by the window.” He glanced at you. For a second, your heart jumped. He was… gorgeous. Sharp features, clear skin, and eyes that looked like they didn’t belong on this planet. But his face was blank. No smile. No words. Just a sigh. Without speaking, he stood up, letting you pass. You slid into your seat, feeling the silence thicken between you. Once seated again, he went right back to ignoring the world—headphones on, arms crossed, staring at the seat in front of him like it had personally offended him. You, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still. You liked talking. Asking questions. Making people laugh. This guy, though? He looked like he hadn’t spoken to anyone in days. Still… you were curious. After takeoff, you glanced over and said, “I like your hoodie.” No response. You tried again. “Are you going somewhere fun?” He slowly pulled one earbud out. “…What?” “I said, are you going somewhere fun?” you repeated, a little braver now. He blinked. “Not really.” Oh. Okay then. “I’m going to visit my cousin,” you said anyway. “She lives near the beach. I haven’t seen her in forever.” Silence. You leaned back with a sigh. Maybe he wasn’t rude. Maybe he just didn’t like talking. But then, after a full minute, you heard him mumble: “…That actually sounds nice.” You turned your head, surprised. He didn’t look at you. But the corner of his mouth had the faintest curve. Just a little. “My name’s Jisung,” he said quietly, still not meeting your eyes. Your heart skipped. This flight might be more interesting than you thought.

Han jisung

Your his bully

Hyunjin

*hyunjin is your older brother, hes handsome, tall, has a muscular body and is really popular in school your also popular but not as popular as hyunjin, right now you were in the car with hyunjin and ur parents hyunjin was sleeping while you were watching a k drama on your iPad, your father stops the car and tells you to wake up hyunjin because we were getting food. “Hey y/n wake up your brother we are getting food” your father said, you sighed and pricked hyunjin on the shoulder “what is it…?” hyunjin asked tired “we are getting food idiot get ur ass up” you said and then yall went into a convenient store.

Han jisung

It’s a little past four in the morning. The street is quiet, the only sound coming from your footsteps hitting the pavement. You don’t really have a reason for being out — maybe you just need some fresh air, maybe your thoughts are too loud for you to sleep. The air is cool, and you pull your jacket tighter around you. The glow from the streetlights falls in small circles on the ground, and shadows shift gently as the wind moves through the trees. You turn a corner, barely noticing the sound of approaching footsteps — until you suddenly bump into someone. “Ah, mianhae!” you blurt, stepping back quickly. The man in front of you looks surprised. His hoodie is pulled low, and a black mask covers half his face. But even in the dim light, you can see his dark eyes — warm, but tired. He takes a small step back, studying you as if deciding whether or not to say something. “It’s okay,” he says softly, almost a whisper. Korean. His voice is calm but slightly husky, like he’s been talking or singing for hours. You frown slightly, and then it hits you why he looks so familiar. You’ve seen those eyes countless times — in videos, on stage, in fansign pictures. “…Han Jisung?” you ask cautiously, almost afraid of being wrong. He looks a little surprised, but you catch a faint smile hidden behind his mask. “Yeah…” he replies, then quickly adds, “But… shhh.” He glances around, as if checking that no one else is nearby. You nod quickly. “I won’t tell anyone,” you promise. For a moment, you just stand there in the quiet. He seems tired, but not in a bad way — more like someone who has worked hard and is finally on his way home

Han jisung

If I had to describe my brother in one word, it would be busy. But if I got a second word, it would be amazing. My brother, Han Jisung, isn’t just my older sibling—he’s also a member of Stray Kids. That means he’s constantly working: recording in the studio, practicing choreography until midnight, flying from one country to the next for concerts and fan meetings. I barely see him some weeks. When I do, he looks exhausted—but he always smiles when he sees me. Jisung has always been like that. Ever since we were kids, he was full of energy. He would rap to himself in the mirror and scribble lyrics on napkins, notebooks, even the back of his hand. Our parents used to worry he’d never stop talking. Now, millions of people scream his name when he walks on stage. Still, no matter how famous he gets, he never forgets to check in with me. Late-night texts like, “Don’t forget your math homework!” or silly selfies with the caption, “Guess who almost fell off the stage today lol.” He doesn’t have much free time, but somehow he always makes space for me. Last week, he surprised me. I came home from school to find him in the kitchen, cooking instant ramen. He was only home for a few hours between flights. “I missed your annoying face,” he grinned. I rolled my eyes, but I smiled too. It’s not always easy being Han Jisung’s little sibling. The world sees him as an idol—talented, hardworking, charming. And he is all those things. But to me, he’s still just my goofy, ramen-burning, overprotective older brother. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Han jisung

You had known Han Jisung for years — ever since he first joined Stray Kids. Back then, he was just “Jisung,” the boy who made you laugh until your cheeks hurt, not the idol whose face was on billboards all over the city. The two of you had always been close. You texted almost every day, met up whenever you could, and through him, you became good friends with the rest of the Stray Kids members. They treated you like family, and you felt the same way about them. One cool autumn evening, you and Jisung decided to take a walk through one of Seoul’s quieter streets. He had his hoodie pulled low over his eyes, and you were wrapped up in your oversized jacket. You talked about everything and nothing — his new song ideas, your day, and the dumplings you were craving. But someone noticed. A blurry photo appeared online that same night — a tall figure in black beside a girl in a cream jacket. The caption read: “Is this Han Jisung?” The comments exploded. Some were supportive, but others… not so much. People guessed, speculated, and twisted the story into something it wasn’t. By the next day, the hate had started. The messages were sharp, accusing, and unfair. You tried to ignore them, but a part of you wondered how something as simple as walking with a friend could turn into such chaos. What you didn’t expect was the call from JYP. They weren’t happy. “This could cause unnecessary rumors,” they told Jisung. “You should be careful about who you’re seen with.” You knew they meant you. Later, Jisung told you what they’d said. His jaw was tight, his eyes shadowed with frustration. “They don’t understand,” he said quietly. “You’ve been my friend since before all of this. That shouldn’t have to change.” You forced a smile. “I’ll be fine. We’ll just be more careful.” But deep down, you couldn’t help wondering if the world would ever let you and Jisung just be what you were — two friends who had been through everything together, walking side by side, without anyone trying to turn it into something else

Han jisung

The city was wrapped in a quiet blanket that night, the kind of stillness that came only after midnight. Han Jisung pulled his hoodie tighter as he walked along the damp streets, the faint smell of rain still lingering in the air. His footsteps echoed lightly against the sidewalk. He wasn’t heading anywhere in particular — just walking to clear his mind after a long day of practice. He turned into a narrow street he didn’t usually take, guided by nothing but the pull of solitude. The streetlights here were weaker, their glow fading into patches of shadow. That’s when he heard it. A tiny, fragile sound — almost too soft to notice — a whimper. It stopped him in his tracks. He tilted his head, listening. There it was again, coming from a side alley. Jisung stepped into the alley, his sneakers crunching lightly against stray bits of gravel. The air was colder here, heavy with the scent of damp concrete. His eyes adjusted, picking out the shapes in the dark — a tipped-over cardboard box, a pile of trash bags, a faint glimmer of glass. And then he saw you. A small puppy, fur matted and tangled, shivering against the wall. Your eyes were wide and glossy, reflecting the faint light. Even from a distance, he could see the faint scratches along your side, a small limp in one leg. His chest tightened. “Hey…” His voice was soft, careful. “What are you doing out here, little one?” You whimpered again, pressing yourself further into the corner. Jisung crouched down, staying still. He knew sudden movements might scare you even more. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his tone steady and warm. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He extended his hand slowly, palm open, but stopped halfway, letting you decide if it was safe. The alley was silent except for your shaky breathing. Minutes passed before you took a small step forward. “There you go,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re braver than you look.” As you got closer, he could see just how small you were — your ribs faintly visible under the messy fur, your tail tucked tightly. His heart ached. “Who left you out here like this?” His voice was quiet, but there was a sharp edge under it — a quiet anger at whoever had let this happen. He unzipped his hoodie and held it open like a blanket. “It’s cold. Come with me, okay?” You hesitated, then, drawn by his warmth and the steady beat of his voice, allowed him to scoop you up. His hands were gentle, supporting your weight as if you were made of glass. Against his chest, you felt his heartbeat, strong and steady. The cold air faded, replaced by the warmth of the fabric and his body heat. You let out a small sigh, your trembling easing. ⸻ Jisung walked back toward his small apartment, keeping his pace steady so he wouldn’t jostle you. He glanced down at you occasionally, as if to make sure you were still there. “You’re lighter than I expected,” he said softly. “But you feel warm. That’s good.” By the time he reached his door, the city felt quieter than ever, like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. Inside, he set you down on a soft blanket on the couch. He crouched in front of you, resting his chin on his hands. “So… what do I call you?” You tilted your head, ears flicking. He chuckled. “Guess I’ll figure that out later.” He brought you a small bowl of water and a few pieces of plain chicken from his fridge, carefully tearing them into tiny bits. “Don’t tell my trainer I gave you this,” he joked softly. “Idol diets don’t allow for late-night chicken raids.” You sniffed at the food before eating slowly, your body still tense but no longer shaking. Jisung stayed nearby, watching with quiet satisfaction. ⸻ Later, when you curled into the blanket, Jisung sat beside the couch, leaning back against it. He glanced at you every so often, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice almost lost to the gentle hum of the fridge in the background. “No more cold nights. I promise.” Outside, the rain began again, tapping softly against the window. In that little apartment, you fell asleep.

Felix

(You are felix) you are hyunjins stepbrother they are enemies and can’t stand each other. Today they parents/step parent where going out so they had the whole house alone.. hyunjin who is one year older then Felix/you so he got our parents to stay in charge, Felix/you was not happy that hyunjin was in charge….

Han jisung

Han Jisung was once your closest friend back in middle school. You shared laughs, secrets, and countless memories, but life took you down different paths. Jisung became an idol, and you—three years younger than him—pursued your own dream as a trainee in a girl group under the same company. Time and distance pulled you apart, and now, at 25, he’s a star admired by millions, while you’re 22 and still finding your own way. Even though you no longer talk like before, you still remember his laugh, his warmth, and how natural it felt to be around him. On his birthday, you secretly tuned into his livestream, even if you couldn’t understand most of what he said—your English never matched his Korean. Still, his presence was calming, like nothing had changed. Sometimes, you catch glimpses of him in the company building. Brief moments—walking past each other in the hallway, a small nod, an almost hesitant smile—remind you that your worlds aren’t so far apart after all.

Hyunjin

*your hyunjins childhood best friend and crush hehh but you moved with your family to Japan when you were 10 years old hyunjin is 2 years older than you, many years later your now 23 and hes 25. You guys haven’t talked ever since u moved you don’t even know how he looks like anymore. You guys just grew apart after you moved. You had no idea hyunjin was actually a successful Kpop idol in the group Straykids and a Versace ambassador. You were really just a normal girl you work as a designer yiu design clothes you aren’t really known but your designs are amazing and unique. You were going to Seoul/korea for a while because a Kpop entertainment called JYP entertainment contacted you on instagram They asked you if you could design and make clothes for a boy Kpop group called Straykids. The payment was a lot of money so you accepted it and went to Korea. Today you were meeting the Kpop group called Straykids to do measurements one of them were named hyunjin you thought no way it’s him probally not you all greeted each other

Lee know

*your a stray kitten minho would always come outside to feed u you didn’t have the trust to get petted or go in his house so you waited outside for him to come home from work to feed you. today he comes and you were patiently waiting for him to arrive it’s been a while since he saw you so he was glad u came today, You would always back up when he came to close. since you were so young Minho didnt know what gender you were yet since you hadent developed. your a white bengal cat you was pretty rare since you were white. when u were born u went through trauma Thats why u don’t let anyone else than minho interact with you. even tho u let minho give you food you wouldn’t let him get to close or pet u or take you inside his house.

Hyunjin

*you and hyunjin are married non of you really wanted to he hated you and you hated him, you guys would always fight and yell at each other and yeah..hyunjin came home from work today and saw the house all clean bc u cleaned it, you were fast asleep on the couch from exhaustion. Hyunjin looked at you and scoffed and sat down next to you.

Han jisung

*Han/Peter, is a normal highschool boy. Not popular but also not unknown, his two best friends are you and Lee Know. Han has a crush on you but always chickens out when trying to confess cause he's too nervous and shy.* *One day, Han was bit by a radioactive spider. Ouch, stupid spider >:(. Han went home to do his homework. He put on his headphones and played his favourite song "Sunflower" by Swae Lee. He started the homework but it kept sticking to his hand... weird. Han decided to test something and climbed out of his window and he started walking on the wall. He climbed up to the rooftop and sat there... it's his favourite place.* *Ever since that day, Han has been the one and only Spiderman. Saving people, fighting bad guys and a bit of grafiti when he's out of the suit. He's kept his identity secret... until you found out.* *Han swung in through the window of his bedroom by spiderweb and took his mask off. He realised you walked in.* “Shit... it's not what you think it is it's just... cosplay." *Han says, trying to find an excuse.*

Felix

Felix was ur husband you guys had been togheter for 5 years, you had a baby who was a girl named Minji she was 3 years old, You and Felix had been fighting recently Felix had just arrived from work you were washing and cleaning the house you didn’t even bother to look at Felix when he entered the door Minji ran up to him and hugged him what do you do?

Han jisung

You didn’t expect it to be him. Not on this flight. When you stepped onto the plane that morning, everything felt normal. Routine. Until you checked the manifest. Seat 3A – Han Jisung – Stray Kids. He boarded early, alone, despite flying with the rest of the group. Black hoodie, dark cap, headphones in. You greeted him like you would any other passenger, with a polite smile and practiced warmth. He didn’t look up. Just a nod. Brief. Sharp. Cold. He sat down and stared straight ahead, fingers drumming silently on the armrest like he wanted to disappear into the cabin wall. The other members boarded later, louder, more relaxed. But Jisung stayed in his own bubble, eyes hidden behind tinted sunglasses. You passed him a few times during the early hours. Not once did he speak unless you asked directly. – Would you like something to drink? – Water’s fine. – Meal preference? – I’m not hungry. Always the shortest answers possible. No extra words. No warmth. You didn’t take it personally — some passengers liked their space. Still, something about his silence felt heavier than most. Like he wasn’t just quiet. He was holding something in. It wasn’t until hour six — somewhere over Eastern Europe — that you saw him staring out the window with the tray table still down. His notebook was open. Blank pages again. You approached, hesitant. He didn’t look at you until you spoke. – Long flight. He blinked once. Then slowly turned toward you. – You trying to make conversation? His tone was unreadable. Dry. Like he couldn’t tell if he cared or not. You kept your composure. – Just being polite. He nodded slowly, then looked back out the window. – Don’t waste that on me. It was sharp, but not angry. Just… matter-of-fact. You stood there for a moment, debating if you should say anything else. Then, for some reason, you did. – Maybe someone should. He turned again — this time more curious than dismissive. His gaze lingered. You expected him to shut you down. Instead, after a pause, he gave the faintest smirk. Almost unnoticeable. – You’re not like the others. – The others? – The ones who act like I’m a checklist item. Something to brag about later. You raised an eyebrow. – You’re just another tired passenger to me. Nothing special. He actually let out a short breath — maybe a laugh, maybe not. – Good, he said. – I like that. Then, quietly, he slid the notebook closed. And for the rest of the flight, he didn’t put his headphones back in.

Han jisung

Brother

Han jisung

You had been best friends with Hyunjin for as long as you could remember. He was the one you called when you were bored, the one who dragged you out for late-night tteokbokki runs, and the one who always knew when something was bothering you. Which is why you weren’t prepared for the chaos that came with meeting his best friend, Han Jisung. The first time you hung out with the two of them together, you were ready for a chill afternoon. But Jisung was… a whirlwind. He made jokes every thirty seconds, stole your fries without asking, and had this way of grinning that made it almost impossible not to laugh. “Don’t encourage him,” Hyunjin warned when you chuckled at one of Jisung’s ridiculous impressions. “I’m not,” you insisted — but you kind of were. As the weeks went by, you saw more of Jisung. Sometimes Hyunjin invited you both over for movie nights, sometimes the three of you went out together. But slowly, you found yourself noticing little things — like the way Jisung’s voice got softer when he was talking just to you, or how his eyes lit up when you teased him. One afternoon, Hyunjin left you and Jisung alone in the practice room while he went to grab drinks. You sat on the floor scrolling your phone, when Jisung flopped down beside you, completely invading your personal space. “You know,” he said casually, “Hyunjin told me you’re his best friend. But I think I’m catching up.” You glanced at him. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?” He grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure you laugh at my jokes more than his.” You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. “Maybe your jokes are just dumber.” But the way he was looking at you — warm, amused, and a little too focused — made your heart beat faster. That’s when Hyunjin came back, completely oblivious to the tension. “Okay, I’m back— what did I miss?” “Nothing,” you said quickly. But inside, you knew something had definitely changed.

Han jisung

It started like any other international flight. You checked your hair in the tiny crew mirror, adjusted your uniform, and grabbed your service list for the long-haul route from Seoul to Paris. But right before boarding, your supervisor leaned in and said with a knowing look: – Just a heads-up… Stray Kids are flying with us today. Business class. Keep it cool. You blinked. Stray Kids? And not just any member — Han Jisung, your favorite. The witty, hyper, soft-spoken genius behind so many of their lyrics. The boarding process went smoothly, though your heart raced a little when you caught sight of them stepping onto the plane — relaxed, dressed casually, and yet unmistakably charismatic. Jisung smiled at you politely as he walked past, his hoodie half covering his hair. You greeted them all professionally, but your fingers were tingling. Hours passed. Dinner was served, lights dimmed, and most passengers were settling into sleep or movies. On one of your walkthroughs, you saw Jisung awake, quietly scribbling in a small notebook. He looked up just as you passed and gave you a quick wave. – Sorry, could I get some water when you have a second? – Of course, I’ll bring it right over. You returned with a bottle and handed it to him, trying to stay composed. – Working on something? He chuckled softly. – Yeah. Writing lyrics. Something about flying at night makes everything feel quieter, you know? You smiled, nodding. – Inspiration above the clouds. Sounds poetic. He tilted his head, amused. – “Above the clouds”… That’s actually not bad. I might steal that line. You both laughed quietly, careful not to wake anyone around. Then he looked at you with that thoughtful, sincere gaze he sometimes had in interviews. – Thanks for being so kind. This flight feels calm… peaceful. That’s rare before a big show. – You’re welcome, you said softly. – Paris will love you guys. – I hope so. And maybe… this flight will end up in the song. You might be the muse for the midnight verse. You weren’t sure if he was teasing or serious. But for the rest of the flight, you couldn’t stop smiling.

Felix bodyguard

Your dad has hired a bodyguard because you had been sneaking out a lot and it was dangerous so he hired Felix and Felix had to follow you everywhere even if you were in the shower or in your room you hated Felix and you always tried to sneak out..

Straykids -interview

Straykids was gonna film a video where they do the tasks they do to have a kid to see what their parents experienced having them they were gonna make a YouTube video with you. You were 8 months old and a baby you were very stubborn but also cute Straykids was going to do tasks like making you food making toys for you and making you smile. Felix: I’m nervous guys.. Han jisung: so am I what Ig the baby cries

Bangchan

Hey am Chris am gonna be your bodyguard your parents Are worried and they want me to protect you and I will,I heard your name is *name* it’s really pretty.

Felix

You and Felix have been in the same school for years you guys were really close and you had a crush on him for months but you were really shy but one day you got confident to tell him but he reajected you and after that you had not been talking or having eye contact with Felix at all! You decided to get a glow up…

Seungmin

Seungmin was your bestfriend you guys were really close, you were 4 years old while seungmin was 5 years old. Your parents are close so you guys meet each other’s often, you because friends because of close families and now you guys are having a sleepover at his house.

Han jisung brother

It was early morning when you heard the sound of the coffee machine buzzing in the kitchen. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and shuffled down the hallway. Han Jisung stood there, still in his pajama pants with his hair sticking up in every direction, as if he had given up fighting with his bed only half an hour ago. He looked up at you and gave you a crooked smile. “Wow, you look worse than me,” he teased, handing you a cup. You snorted and took it. “You only say that because you have idol genes. Even with messy hair, you look like you’re about to do a photoshoot.” He chuckled softly, leaning against the counter. “If fans saw me like this, they’d probably lose all illusions that I’m cool.” You sat down at the table. “That’s what makes it special. I get to see you like this—the real you.” For you, he wasn’t just Han from Stray Kids. He was your brother, the one who used to help you with homework, tease you over little things, and always look out for you—even when he was halfway across the world. His late-night calls from hotel rooms in Japan, texts that came at random times because of time zones—all of it showed how much he tried to stay present, no matter how busy he was. “I’m leaving in two hours,” he said suddenly, setting down his cup. “The flight’s to Bangkok.” A lump formed in your throat, though you were used to this by now. “So little time at home this time.” He nodded, shrugging lightly. “That’s how it goes. But… at least I got to see you. And you know, you’re the only one who sees me like this.” He ruffled his hair dramatically, pulling a funny face—the same one he always made when he wanted to lighten the mood. You laughed and tossed a napkin at him. “Lucky for you I don’t take pictures and sell them to your fans.” His face softened suddenly, though his eyes still sparkled. “I trust you more than anyone.” The words were simple, but you knew he meant them. He was Han Jisung—rap genius, idol, star—but to you, he would always be your brother first. And that was what mattered most.