Stray Kids x reader scenarios

Haunted - Han Jisung

The rain pattered against the grimy windows of the coffee shop, each droplet a tiny drummer in a mournful orchestra. You sat hunched over your laptop, your eyes scanning the screen with a furrowed brow. The caffeine hadn't quite kicked in yet, and the hum of the espresso machine was doing little to keep you company. You'd picked this spot for its anonymity, the kind of place where no one looked twice at you, dressed in an oversized hoodie, fingers flying over the keyboard as you brainstorm. The bell above the door jingled, and you didn't bother to look up, thinking it was just another customer.

That was until you felt the heavy presence at the edge of your table, and the scent of expensive cologne invaded your personal space. You knew that smell anywhere—it was Jisung, the infamous Mafia boss whose cold eyes had been etched into your memory since one specific night. Your heart raced as you met his gaze, a mix of defiance and fear. He leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "It's time, Y/n." The amusement in his voice was unmistakable, as if he enjoyed watching you squirm. You groaned with a scowl on your face, shutting your laptop.

"How the hell do you keep finding me?"

Jisung's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with a hint of challenge. "Bonds, darling." He slid into the chair opposite you, his movements as smooth as the silk of his shirt. The rain outside was a stark contrast to the fire in his gaze.

You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest. "Don't call me that. What do you want?"

Jisung's smile didn't waver. "Just to check in on my favorite little rebel." He tapped his fingers on the table, a rhythm that seemed to echo the thunder outside. "I've noticed you've been avoiding your training sessions."

You bit your tongue, trying to keep your temper in check. "I've been busy," you lied, knowing full well that you'd been dodging his calls and texts.

He raised an eyebrow at you, adjusting in his seat.

"You've been busy? Is that right?" He lets out a small chuckle. "There's no way you should be busy, Y/n. I make sure your schedule is perfect and not overwhelming at all. 10 hours of sleep, 8 hours to train, and 6 hours to do as you please."

You stand abruptly, your chair sliding back against the floor, causing some heads to turn.

"8 hours is absurd! Do you think I'm some child-"

"Sit down, Y/n." He says with a forced smile through gritted teeth.

You grit your teeth but obey, the tension in the air thickening. Jisung's patience was wearing thin, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he'd snap. But so was yours. Being under his thumb was something you hadn't signed up for, but you knew just how much this man was capable of.

"Look," you start, trying to sound as calm as possible, "I know you're trying to turn me into some kind of... mafia queen or whatever, but I've got my own life."

Jisung's eyes narrow, and for a brief moment, you see a flicker of something you can't quite place—disappointment, perhaps? "Your life," he says, his voice cold, "is what I say it is. You're a part of this now, and you need to understand that."

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your hands are shaking. "I'm not a toy for you to play with," you reply, your voice quivering with the effort of sounding strong. "I have my own ambitions, my own dreams."

"And I give you 6 hours to accomplish those dreams. 20 hours on Sunday."

Jisung's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. His eyes bore into yours, challenging you to argue further. But you knew it was futile. You had no power here, not against someone like him. You slumped back into your chair, a sigh escaping your lips.