Family? (Stray Kids OT8 x Reader)

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Author's Note: Damn, 44 chapters have gone by so fast. Thank you all for the love and support and to be honest, I'm really surprised with how well this story's going since it's my first one. 

Oh, and I forgot to tell you guys like a long time ago, but that part where Y/N said she was Australian, doesn't have to mean you are completely Australian. It's just one of the many ethnicities you can be. For example, if you were Indian in real life, you could be Indian-Australian in this story. The same goes for all the other ethnicities and races. It was dumb of me not to say this sooner, but I looked at all the comments and got some clarity.

Anyway, let's get to it.

Jisung jumped up, holding his chest as he was breathing heavily. He looked around in fear and got off the table. "Where... where am I?!" he yelled in fear as he continued to look around, his heart beating faster and faster with each passing second. Jisung had been so overwhelmed with the feeling of continuous fear, that he didn't even notice the twelve people staring at him in shock, most of them with red, tear-stained faces.

"He's alive..." Yeonjun mumbled as he wiped the tears from his eyes, getting up from the corner of the room.

"Damn right, I am," Jisung replied, gritting his teeth in both anger and pain as he recalled the events that had previously gone by.

Instantly, he was enveloped in a warm embrace from Y/N, soon followed by Minho, Felix, Seungmin, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jeongin. The group of nine stayed still, relaxing as they all came in contact with each other, their past emotions and thoughts slowly disappearing as they came to realise that everything was okay now.

"How?-" Chan started but was interrupted by Jisung.

"I don't know. I just... I remember closing my eyes in the car and then I just... I woke up in the room I was kept in when I was living with Yoon Iseul. Then as I opened this door and it took me to the lab. I saw... I saw us planning our escape," Jisung explained, pointing to Seungmin and Felix.

"What do you mean you saw us plotting our escape? Like... you were watching yourself?" Felix asked confused as Jisung nodded his head in response.

"Yeah, I was... I was reliving my life. But... it all happened so fast and then... I was brought here. I could see you all crying over my dead body. I... tried to come back, but it didn't work. I just... watched as you all slowly started giving up on me," he said, blinking his tears away.

"We never gave up on you," Minho spoke, holding onto Jisung's hand comfortingly, "we would never give up on you."

Jisung sighed as he continued, "All that ran through my mind was, 'I have to come back. I can't leave, it's too soon.' And then I closed my eyes and... I woke up."

"Look, all that matters is that you're back, okay?" Changbin said, smiling at Jisung, who smiled back.

"That... that son of a bitch... I died because of Joowon..." Jisung whispered, clenching his fists tightly as he grew even more enraged.

The feelings in the room in that moment consisted of relief, excitement, curiosity, happiness and most of all, love. But all that soon disappeared as the previous events were recalled, the tension in the room growing, causing everyone's smiles to drop as they were being replaced with dyspeptic frowns.

"When I see that bastard, I'm going to kill him," Y/N whispered angrily, her mind immediately going to the many ways she could try and kill Joowon.

"Not if I get to him first," Minho said, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. Minho was so close to either breaking down or breaking everything apart. He knew that both options were bad, the latter possibly worse than the first, so he relaxed into the hug and focused on collecting himself before everything went wrong once again. After all, it had just been a few seconds since everyone finally calmed down.