Chan: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Hyunjin: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Jisung: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
Chan: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Hyunjin: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Jisung: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
It seems like I'll fall many times, but Alone, I reach out my hand, alone, I stand
it's too late at night to be crying over bangchan but wow. he is such a genuine and caring human? and so hardworking and funny? i dunno how to express my appreciation for him without sounding over the top or empty but he's really such a blessing to the world 🚶
felix, setting down a card: ace of spades
jisung, pulling out an uno card: +4
hyunjin, pulling out a pokemon card: jolteon, i choose you
seungmin, trembling: what are we playing
the fact that he’s back 😭
Manifesting BTS rap line and 3racha collab again
i’m a 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖇𝖔𝖞
skz: twitter icons and headers 𓂃🗝
→ 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 !!
happy birthday lee know!! ❤
"I don’t know if I’m allowed but… maybe I might play a little snippet of something that I’m not allowed to play…
thank you for your time
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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: soft cascade of the rain, overwhelming scent of antiseptic burning your nose, cold taste of bitter black coffee left overnight . With a slight resemblance to BANG CHAN of/the STRAY KIDS.
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last name, first name: kung, castor alias: tyndaridae realm of birth: earth . new zealand, dunedin age: 23 date of birth: july 15, 1998 gender: male preferred pronouns: he . they species: children of the twelve occupation: ivory lotus . medical personnel / second year medical student sexual orientation: demipansexual
skin color: honey tan eye color: heterochromatic . mute rose tone ( left ) && black ( right ) scars: small faded out scars across his knuckles and palms, a cut just tucked right behind his right ear lobe ( an accident when he tried to give himself diy piercing ), a few closed up holes along his ears, a nick stretching from the bottom of his left eyebrows and running through and ending just midway of his forehead ( sports accident ), small light pink patches of raw skin on his lips where he nervously chew broken. piercings: various piercings along his both of his ears && a lip ring on his bottom lip ( sometimes removed due to work purposes ) tattoos: various small geometric tattoos on his waist, thigh and collar bone && gemini constellation that spans across his back, in between his shoulder blades hair color: sandy blonde hair abnormalities: markings and runes glowing a pine green hue across his body ( mostly his arms, collar bone and waist down to his thighs ) horns/ wings/ etc: n . a transformed form: n . a
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: n.a
SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice
known languages: english ( fluent ) . korean ( fluent )
i. within his family, the talk of castor's birth is a taboo due to the circumstances surrounding it. he was supposed to be born with a twin, however the other was still born and many view it as an unholy omen. he was brought up believing he is an only child, however it’s a complete accident that he hears the slip of truth from a few drunken relatives at a family dinner.
ii. to a certain extent, castor is aware that he isn’t quite normal compared to other people. there is always a sense of something missing, a gaping hole in his heart that couldn’t be fulfilled. he doesn’t know what it is that is missing, but the emptiness of his makes him insatiable to people’s attention and affection, be it physical or emotional. he doesn’t tell this to his family or people around him, in fear of the hole growing bigger in his heart.
iii. he doesn’t want to be a doctor, but rather forced into it due to his family constantly chasing for prestige and honour. while he excels in his studies, he feels miserable and dreads the day when he finishes his study.
iv. he talks to himself a lot and usually in various voices to cope with the feeling of emptiness. the habit first started when he was a child, but he never grew out of it and stuck with it. he doesn’t tell anyone about it because he knows how crazy it comes off towards others.
i. proficient with the use of a knife. he is a medical student aiming to be a surgeon, it is a given that he’s good with knives.
ii. detailed oriented and composed during moments of high stress, it is one trait that makes his family believe that he will succeed as a surgeon.
iii. wide vocal range, if castor isn’t being pushed to be a doctor, he would have been a great singer for his wide vocal range. he often uses this to talk to himself when the feeling of emptiness is too overbearing.
iv. good reflexes, it is unknown if this is something he is born with or naturally built up due to the various sports he used to play as a child.
v. puzzles of any kind are a good de-stressor for castor. he personally prefers playing horror games or fps games as a way to hone his attention to detail and ability to operate under high stress.
powers & abilities: bio-fission (copying/cloning themselves or their ‘soul twin’), aerokinesis, the ability to copy their twins, atmospheric gas manipulation, flight, stellar manipulation, ermískinesis, shapeshifting (into other humanoids only), reality warping, precognition (only involving their twin), empathy with touch, fusion with their twin (to create basically one more powerful version of themselves for an allotted amount of time.
traits: empathetic . needy
Date of Birth: July 25th 1998
Date of Death: N/A
Crime Record: N/A
born to the kung family, castor was a privileged child who was raised with only the best given to him. his family had an extensive history of fame and prestige, being an old money family that focuses on the value of tradition. anyone who bears the name of kung is expected to make a name for themselves, living only as the best and nothing less.
such expectation was given to castor, the seemingly “ golden child ” of the family, yet such a title also came with the hush whisper of a shadowed secret. he was sheltered away from the world and every grim and dirty thing that his parents found unfitting in their eyes. perhaps it is the spoiling of his parents that made him so empty as a child, with a gaping void in his heart for something that he doesn’t know of.
like any child, he was given only the best education and participated in numerous lessons and sports. however nothing satisfied him; the constant showering of praises and compliment, the shining gold medals that lay to collect dust on his shelf or the never growing achievement that seems meaningless in his eyes. he wanted more, craved for more but never knew what it was that his heart yearned.
and now as an adult, castor finds himself lost in a new country with the pressure of his family into a path that he doesn’t quite feel committed to. the devouring sensation of emptiness seems to be unstoppable no matter how much he ignores it, yet he feels a calling towards him that guides him into the busy streets of adoeg, south korea. perhaps now it is time for him to truly find himself within the mysterious that lurks among adobe, to finally break out of the small world that he had been isolated in for so long and see it for what it is with his own two eyes.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
tw: description of blood && gore.
❝ just run us through what happened that night ❞.
he could feel the scratches against his skin of the slowly drying blood on his what used to be a pristine white dress shirt. the uncomfortable stickiness as bits of half dry liquid cling itself against his skin, contrasting brightly against the dimly light interrogation room that he had found himself within. the cheap plastic chair digged painfully in his back, a welcome distraction away from the fact that he’s sitting in a police station covered in blood, someone else’s blood.
castor doesn’t need to turn his face to know how repulsive he looked, his sandy blond curls sticking closely to his forehead as his fingers unconsciously pick at the drying scabs of blood that covered his hands. the officer before him was a middle aged man with a few grey hairs standing stark against the ebony black, signs of an overworked and tired officer who very much would like to be at home than in front of a blood soaked medical student. at least the other was considerate of his emotional and mental state, words coming out a bit softer and less abrasive as he narrows his eyes carefully towards the blonde hair male that is curled into the tiny seat. it was a sharp numbing pain from his lips that reminded castor of his current predicament, that the male before him is waiting for his answer though now a bit less patient than before. sharp taste of iron fills his mouth, and he briefly wonders if this is his own blood or the blood of the victim. he doesn’t ponder on the morbid thought for too long.
❝ i was heading back to the campus after my shift at the hospital, i intended to take the bus back but i needed a breather. so i took a detour instead and decided to walk to the next stop instead to wait for the bus. next thing i know, there is a dying lady in front of me. ❞ finally did he raise his head up to meet the other’s sharp stare, his already dark eyebags even more evident by the shadowing of the singular lightbulb hanging in the room. what else is he supposed to tell the officer? it wasn’t like he had made plans to see a near death gasping lady with a large hole in her chest reaching to him for help. ( in the end his effort was futile, she had passed away the moment the authorities arrived at the scene. his entire body covered in vermillion, steady hands still pressed against her gaping chest and eyes wide at the realization that he didn’t save her. )
❝ that’s it? you just so happen to see her on the floor with a hole in her chest? ❞
the officer’s tone wasn’t accusing but the subtext of it was there. castor knows well of the implication behind those words, it isn’t a normal occurrence to be covered from head to toe in someone’s blood. ❝ yes. she was on the floor, with a large hole in her chest and gasping at me for help. what was i supposed to do? ❞ frustration slips into his words as he uncurls himself, tense and hungry as the weight of the whole situation comes crashing into his body. ❝ i’m a medical student, i am studying to be a surgeon. i am to save someone if they need it and she needs my help. am i just supposed to leave her bleeding there on the floor? if so then i would make a shit ass doctor. ❞ anger flares in the bottom of his gut and at this point castor isn’t sure what he is angry at. the long day that doesn’t seem to end? the fact that he tried to save someone and end up watching them die in his hands? or the fact that he is currently being held as a suspect for the death of a stranger he doesn’t know? ( maybe it’s everything, the fact that his studies hasn’t prepared him enough to be thrown into this situation. the dawning realisation that this would be his life now, that he would have to watch people die because he is incapable of doing anything about it. the clawing holds of how there is nothing he can do about the situation, but to deal with it like most things in his life. )
the officer gives a grunt of dissatisfaction, perhaps at his snarky remark or the fact that someone is dead and they have no suspect to start solving it. crossing his arms, the officer remains a cold stare on him, eyes so piercing that it can perhaps burn a hole through his body. ( would it be like the lady? how the wound is larger than his hand, seemingly caused by a rough tear of either vicious teeths or a clawed fist. so deep that he could see the detailed tears of the muscles around it, even the clarity of the pounding heart that is rapidly trying to pump out the blood that is slowly seeping into the cold dirty road that they laid on. how easy the bones snapped around it, like it was mere clay as shards of it protrude outwards. ❝ s-save me . . . p-please . . . ❞ )
tense silence filled the room and now castor is dully aware of the sharp smell of rust filling his nose. right, he needs a shower, perhaps bare minimum of three to even get rid of the smell that now seemingly clings to his body. and the shirt is too far gone to be saved, which is a shame since this was his favorite dress shirt. ❝ i just wanted to save her. that’s it. ❞ his voice finally broke through the silence, quiet and empty as he falls backwards into the tiny plastic chair. his head turns upwards towards the ceiling and he could feel wetness travelling down his cheeks, searing hot as the officer before him softens his expression. ❝ what was i supposed to do? tell me. ❞
the officer had no answers, and neither did castor.
it was just a matter of him being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Chan: Alright, listen up you little shits.
Chan: Not you Felix and Jeongin. You’re both angels and we’re thrilled you’re here.
Genre: fluff, husband!Chan
You wake to the sound of gentle raindrops on your window, the room darker than it should be at this time of day. Blinking slowly, you frown, suddenly aware that your surroundings are very different than normal; in a flash, you sit up, and in doing so your elbow collides with something hard and warm. You jump as you hear a loud groan, and you look down to see a figure laying beside you, rubbing his jaw.
Oh that's why I'm not at home, you think to yourself. I got married.
"I have to admit," the man beside to you grumbles at you sleepily despite the smile spreading across his face. "I did imagine our first morning together to be slightly less violent."
You can't help but burst into giggles at that as you reach out to gently cup Chan’s red jaw. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"I'm okay but I'd be great if you kissed this better," Chan points to his face and with the roll of your eyes, you lean down, your hair falling around you like a curtain as you gently kiss his jaw.
Before you get the chance to pull away, Chan grabs a hand of your wrist and suddenly you're flipped over, his body hovering over yours and your bewildered face staring up at his smirking one.
Gulping slowly, you let out a shy chuckle, your cheeks immediately heating up.
"Now ... now who's being violent?" You manage, biting your lip.
Chan grins down at you, before dropping a kiss to your forhead. Your eyes automatically flutter shut, his kiss so gentle that you feel like you're floating amongst clouds. His fingers gently brush the hair out of your face, his hands resting at the sides of your cheeks as cups your face.
"Touché," your husband whispers, his eyes crinkling up at you with happiness. "Do you want to tell me why you punched me in the face, baby girl?"
You laugh, covering your face with your eyes. "I was half asleep and I freaked out at not seeing my bedroom. Completely forgot I wasn't alone."
"Do you wish you were?" Chan asks, studying your face.
"Of course not," you shake your head against the pillow, smiling up at your husband. "I guess I've just been alone for so long that I was surprised seeing you next to me."
Chan smiles at that, before he drops himself ontop of you. You groan under his weight but return his hug as he wraps his arms around you, shifting so you're both laying on your sides again, your face buried in his chest.
"You're not alone anymore," Chan whispers, carding his fingers through your hair. His chest buzzes against your nose in a peculiarly comforting way as he speaks, and his his body heat is so intense that you're sure you're melting with his touch. But you snuggle closer into him, the stifling heat and sweet, woody scent of him making you feel safe. "I'm yours and I'm always going to be here. Okay? No more punching me in the jaw though."
You giggle into his chest, tangling your fingers into the back of his hoodie as his large biceps squeeze you tight. "Okay. No more punching."
Chan hums at that before you both fall into a comfortable silence, your heart beating against his body, his breathing stirring your hair. His hands rub soothingly over your back, transferring even more heat into you, and despite having slept more than enough, you find you don't want to get up. You want to stay here, wrapped up in your husband's arms.
"What's for breakfast?" You ask instead, mumbling into the crook of his neck.
"Hmm," Chan ponders over your question, before his body shakes with quiet laughter. "We didn't go shopping did we?"
You furrow your eyebrows before shaking your head. "Oops."
Chan chuckles and sighs, stretching his body out with a loud yawn before returning to his previous position of cuddling the living daylights out of you. You gasp against his shoulder; you never knew breathing against such a tight hug would be thus difficult.
"Well we can go shopping and then I can make us pancakes," Chan continues, kissing your cheek. "Or we can go out to eat breakfast and then go shopping after. Which one do you prefer baby?"
"Pancakes sound good," you mumble, eyes already falling shut again. "But I don't want to get up."
Chan laughs, peering down at you cuddled up against his chest. "Is my pretty girl still sleepy?"
"No," you smile lazily, tightening your arms around his middle. "Just don't want to let go."
At that, Chan squeals and giggles, his face turning red. "You're so cute oh my gosh."
"No you," you murmur, nuzzling your nose into his neck.
"I love you," Chan whispers, kissing your forehead. "Stay here as long as you want okay? We've got all day to get breakfast."
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Chan’s room 🐺 ep. 129
+ Hug from Chan 🎶(つ´∀｀)つ🎶
BANGCHAN┊Stray Kids "The View" Video
Genre: mafia au, angst
Warnings: mentions of killing, Chan is an asshole (I'm sorry, Channie), reader is being manipulated, dark themes
Word count: 573 words
Now playing: Gangsta by Kehlani
I need a gangsta
to love me better
than all the others do,
To always forgive me,
ride or die with me,
That's just what gangsters do.
"I warned you, babygirl." he bend over and said in my ear almost like a whisper "Once you mess with me, there's no turning back. Do you get it?" I couldn't do anything beside shaking and crying. I was in this situation because of this stupid thing called "love". If only I listened to the people around me and never agreed on going on a date with him. My mum used to say that I should use my brain before doing something but I never really believed her. I thought that she was trying to take away the fun part of live from me.
I met the devil in human form who introduced himself as Christopher Bang Chan a year ago. I witnessed something that I wished I didn't. I saw how Christopher beat to death a boy while two of his men were holding the poor guy. I didn't mean to expose myself, but when I heard a loud bang and then there was blood everywhere, I couldn't stop myself from yelping. I remember how he turned his head in my direction and in a matter of seconds he was holding my arm tight. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked me. I was scared and I begged for mercy. In that moment of weakness he saw in me the perfect toy to play with, somebody to listen to his orders and not a real lover. "Don't worry you are way too beautiful to be killed. Maybe if you go out with me I would let you live, hmm?" That was it. To have a rich mafia boyfriend sounded tempting, just like in the movies. He would love me and spoil me, and I would be his whole world. I was naive, stupid, blinded. "The only thing you should know is that you can't escape from me." he added and his voice was low, and flirty, and seductive, who could guess how serious he actually was.
"Chan, please. L-let me-" he hushed me gently and caressed my hair. "You know what the only way to do this is, don't you? You know way too much about me. Do you really want it?" Chris pouted while watching me, all tied up on a chair. I immediatelly shook my head. It was all because I realized how toxic all of our "romance" was. He was manipullating me, using me and humilliating my weak self when I refused to do the things he made me. I wanted to escape this prison, but it was impossible. "Good. I hate seeing you like this. If you promise me to behave again, I will promise you to give you the world. I can buy you a nice dress, then we will go on a date and who knows what will happen after that. Oh, and we will forget this, like it never happened. How does this sound?" he asked while running his fingertips over my shoulders and arms. I hesitated but I knew that I was a coward, way too afraid of death, and I would do anything in order to live even if it was dancing with the devil himself. "O-okay." I answered his question. He smirked and mumbled under his breath "That's what you get when you don't believe the rumors." but I heard him clearly. Perhaps one day I will gather the courage to get my freedom back, just not now.
AN: Soo this is my first post here, I hope you like it, feel free to give me feedback or request an imagine, stay healthy and hydrated y'all, xoxo
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