'Welcome on Straya 801.'
The first time they heard these words, they were kids. Now, they are Stray kids.
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Centuries ago, scientists found a new solar system in the universe. Within it was a little unknown planet similiar to Earth. It was now kno...
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A/N:Hello~ I'm back after all this time with a new chapter, hopefully you'll like it~ Thank you for waiting for it, you guys are the best!!!
Without further ado, enjoy~
-- (Crossposted on Ao3.)
Straya's moon was at its peak when cheers erupted all over the beach, everyone thrilled and greeting Minho and Seungmin, the happy winners of the first Ordeal with throws of holographic water and bioluminescent flower petals. The Trashee clan was thrilled, it'd been so long since one of their clan won something at the New Glow's Ordeals.
The other contestants were also greeted very warmly, hugs and cheers still being shared. Yet, one remained a bit set back, worrying his lower lip as he patted his Pali's neck in praise.
'C'mon, I'll be fine Chittaprr, go back.' he promised, swatting his side with a laugh when he neighed in protest. 'C'mon, Mills is waiting for me.' he laughed, finally hugging him goodbye.
He watched him trot away on the sand, his Pali going for a quick dip in the water as he always loved to do. Chittaprr has always been caring, always watching over him in one way or another, and as Yedam grew up he repaid him in tenfold, watching over him and making sure he never overworked himself – when they had clicked, Yedam had only been a child of eight but Chittaprr had already been a teen, yet, against all odd, their chemistry worked and was unmatched in his tribe. In the end Chittaprr was like a long companion, a brother he loved dearly.
'Something's on your mind Panther?'
Yedam started and searched for the voice, only to find legs clad in red leather dangling in front of him. Raising his head he was met with a grinning Jeongin seated on a tree branch.
Oh, just who he wanted to see after his loss.
'No, nothing, just thinking of good old times.' he chuckled and started to walk, ducking past his legs. 'Congrats by the way, you know, for winning the bet.' he said as he walked toward the other Strays, hugging some of them as they congratulated him. As he let go of one of the few grandmas of his clan he heard a thump behind himself and quick footsteps. Raising an eyebrow, he made to turn around, but as soon as he did fingers grazed the skin of his wrist.
Shivers ran up his arm.
A gasp was heard and the fingers froze midway.
Yedam looked at them with wide eyes, mouth half open in surprise. Muttering a quiet 'what' under his breath, he looked up at the frozen boy in front of him whose arm was still hanging midair and whose face was flushed beet red.
