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I’ve never given permission to anyone to upload my work, please report this incident if you can…

hi, someone is posting spanish translations of your works on wattpad: wattpad (.) com/1331872277-%F0%9D%97%95%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%B1-%F0%9D%97%A7%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B2-%F0%9D%97%9F%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%B4%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%98%81-%E2%9A%A1%EF%B8%8E%F0%9D%98%9A%F0%9D%98%92%F0%9D%98%A1-%F0%9D%98%9A%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%9C%F0%9D%98%8D%F0%9D%98%8D%E2%9A%A1%EF%B8%8E-%EF%BD%A1%E2%86%B7-%F0%9D%95%B7%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%8A-%F0%9D%95%B8%F0%9D%96%8E%F0%9D%96%93%F0%9D%96%8D%F0%9D%96%94-%C2%A1-%E2%80%A2%E0%AC%93-%C2%B0

Fuck my fucking life. Again?

If y'all could report this thieving cunt I'd be hugely grateful. Looks like they've stolen reactions from multiple writers. When will people understand that giving 'credit' will never excuse plagiarism.

Tagging those that have been plagiarised from, the work is in the book 'Behind The Light SKZ Stuff':

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idk if you've given permission for this. if you have, disregard this message, but someone has posted a spanish translation of your work on wattpad: wattpad . com/1330582855-%F0%9D%97%95%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%B1-%F0%9D%97%A7%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B2-%F0%9D%97%9F%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%B4%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%98%81-%E2%9A%A1%EF%B8%8E%F0%9D%98%9A%F0%9D%98%92%F0%9D%98%A1-%F0%9D%98%9A%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%9C%F0%9D%98%8D%F0%9D%98%8D%E2%9A%A1%EF%B8%8E-%EF%BD%A1%E2%86%B7-%F0%9D%95%BD%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%88%F0%9D%96%99%F0%9D%96%8E%F0%9D%96%94%F0%9D%96%93-%C2%A1-%E2%80%A2%E0%AC%93-%C2%B0

No, I did not give anyone permission to use my work, nor less steal the credit for it…

Thank you for letting me know. I just cannot open the link, could you perhaps send me it again? Or tell me the title of the one shot collection because I’d like to message that person.

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Now now, let it out darling. I know it hurts but, we need to have a chat. What im going to say, will hurt your feelings, its gonna feel like a slap in the face. But let it seep, like a good cup of tea.

Your emotional response is valid. Its okay to cry and feel upset over the loss of Chans room. Its okay to miss the sense of home, when home wasnt a place but a person. But that person isnt gone. Chan isnt gone. I understand how devastating it is to lose a safe space, a place that was filled with love and compassion. Its okay. I promise.

But

Your emotional reaction isnt okay. Everything your feeling is normal, a foreign sense of grief. But mass tweeting, emailing, fundraising for a protest outside of JYPE or even sending death threats TO JYP against him, his children or his wife is not rational. This sense of emotional reaactivness is what caused us to lose chans room to begin with.

The actions we deliver as a fandom directly reflect the group we love; and right now. The negative is out weighing the positive. Do you remember the "fan war" that was started against Dives? Over not bowing? And all the backlash and hate and just vile behaviors? And how chan, who did NOTHING had to make am offcial apology...and soon after told us on Bubble that he had to stop chans room for the forseeable future? STAY did that. We are our own worst enemy.

Under no circumstances do i like JYPE or JYP himself, but no matter what that man does or did, warrants him to live in fear for the saftey of other idol groups, his own children , his wife or himself. We need to take a step back and reflect.

Right now we should be focused on the boys releasing a docuseries, their VMA nominations and supporting them, not gathering the masses like a witch hunt.

We are the reason Chans room is gone, not JYPE.

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Sooo, anyone got any requests? I haven’t written in a while (bless you, writing slump)

[ballerinainskzville]

This is so cute I can’t

hello 🤍 can i request chan comforting reader during a thunderstorm? thank you 🤍🤍🤍

Chan x reader. comfort and fluff. thank you for waiting <3

You’re sprawled on top of Chan's chest, your favorite cheesy movie playing in the background. You've watched it together five times already- you can probably recite some dialogue by heart by now. Still, you both can't help but giggle each time the main characters get too close to one another, gasping in shock as if it’s your first time seeing it.  

You are both wrapped around in a fuzzy blanket, bodies tightly pressed to one another. Your cups of finished hot chocolate are sitting on the nearby table tray. Chan's hand is on your back, and he taps it repeatedly with each funny scene unfolding on the screen, his laugh reverberating through your entire body.

Every touch, every chuckle of his filled you with an immeasurable sense of safety and warmth. In that instant, you wished you could stop the relentless march of time and stay in this moment forever. 

But then, thunder booms loudly, tearing apart the serene peace that surrounded you.

A shiver courses through your body, your heart now beating wildly in your chest. You try to still your breathing, hoping that Chan didn't notice your newfound nervousness. You never told him about this fear of yours, deeming it too irrational. 

But thunder rumbles once again, and you can no longer hide how your body tenses, fear freezing you in your place, your breathing suddenly erratic. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" Chan asks, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He pauses the movie when you stay silent, standing up from his place so he'd be able to look at you properly. 

"Sweetheart?" he tries again and you clasp your hands together, trying your best to conceal your shaking fingers.

"I'm really scared of thunder," you admit breathlessly, bracing yourself for his reply. Chan doesn't waste another second, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your heads, enveloping you in a quiet darkness. 

"Close your eyes," he murmurs, his large hands trailing up your face and cradling your ears, muffling the thunderous roars from you. 

You feel his breath fanning across your skin before his lips land softly on the tip of your nose. Then, your cheeks, your forehead and finally your eyelids. Soft kisses that make your nerves dissipate ever slowly. 

You lose track of time as all your senses are clouded- except for the gentle way in which Chan brushes his lips against you. He's being cautious with his touch, as his hands never leave your ears. You can tell he's whispering sweet nothings to you, but you can't clearly hear him. It feels as if you are underwater and he's calling out to you softly from the shore. 

Sometime later, Chan finally lifts the blanket from your heads, and you blink repeatedly, trying to adjust to the sudden light flooding your eyes. 

"It passed," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you nod. You couldn't speak, overwhelmed by your love for him, and a tinge of embarrassment. 

"Hey. It's okay, baby. You did well," he tells you gently, his thumb caressing your cheek with infinite tenderness. 

But then he glances at the clock and you feel yourself tense once again. He has to leave, responsibilities to cater to, but the thought of being alone right now terrifies you. 

"It's dark outside, isn't it?" Chan speaks again, cutting off your distraught train of thought. You gaze outside through your window- it's still light. It's only four pm. "And the walk from here to my studio is so long," he adds with a whine. It's not, it's only five minutes away. "I should probably stay the night, right?" he asks with a smile, and you nod timidly. 

"Let's finish this and then start a new movie, alright?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you finally speak, as he pulls you back on top of his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you as if to physically shield you from any of your fears. 

"Thank you for staying" you whisper, placing a tender kiss on his neck. "The world always feels less daunting with you here."

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this is me all day

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Kidnapper: I have your kid.

Chan: which one, I have seven.

Kidnapper: the loud, annoying one that never shuts up.

Chan:

Chan: WHICH ONE, I HAVE SEVEN???

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Love Learnt

Genre: husband!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: very very vague mentions of suicide

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This ties into this fic - not necessary to read but it's there :') also, PLEASE REBLOG!

Usually if Y/N had woken up at such an early hour on the weekend, she'd have gone straight back to sleep. But today when her eyes cracked open at nearly five in the morning, she noticed how sunlight was already pouring through the curtains in heavy beams of burnt orange. Each ray of sunshine pooled around her husband's side of the bed, illuminating his bare skin and dark hair until it looked like he was glowing like the prettiest of angels.

Y/N smiled softly as she rubbed her eyes. Feeling a little more awake, she turned so she was on her side. Chan's silhouette was outlined by gold, and it sparkled as she blinked. She held a hand out and gently dipped her fingers through the light; the shadow that fell across her husband's sleeping figure still didn't manage to diminish his luminescence, and dropping her hand again, Y/N curled her hand under her face as she studied the beauty in front of her.

She always found him the most beautiful like this; in his completely natural state, with his lightly tanned skin and hair so curly and fine that it seemed to transform into a cloud of mohair every morning as it met the friction of his pillow through the night. His plump lips were swollen and chapped, and reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N fished for her lip balm. Popping the lid off of it, she gently traced it over his lips, careful so as not to wake him; she was nowhere near finished admiring him, and she knew if he was to wake there'd be no way she'd be able to continue.

She placed the lid back on the stick of lip balm before putting it away again. She couldn't help but smile at how his eyebrows were furrowed even in his sleep; she'd always adored his eyebrows. They reminded her of cartoons … fluffy and expressive, and every bit as charming as the rest of him.

Her eyes weaved a path down from his jaw to his neck, her gaze lingering on the textured skin that grazed his Adam's apple and spread over his collar bones. With a feather light touch, Y/N trailed her fingertips over the softness of his skin. She let her hands smooth over his chest, his muscles pulsing as he stirred slightly; his body was radiating extraordinary heat, and she felt it rush through her like an energetic flood. It swam through her hands and up her arms and into her heart, warming her soul with every second she spent extolling the sight of him.

Before she knew what was happening, her vision had begun to blur. Y/N blinked her tears away, inhaling slowly as she moved a little closer to him. She wanted to throw herself into his arms; whether she wanted to hold him, or if she wanted him to hold her, she didn't particularly know. But she knew she wanted to be as close as possible to him. However, not wanting to disturb him from his slumber, she laid still and continued to watch him as tears trickled into her hairline. Y/N cherished the man in front of her with every fibre of her being, and everyday she was extremely grateful and honoured to be in the position of calling him hers. The woman was suddenly cruelly reminded of the dark times when she worried he would leave her; she despaired over the thought of him one day disappearing and never returning. She knew the world had been cruel to him … he had a soft heart, one of the softest she had ever known, and his sensitivity made him stand out from amongst the other men she had encountered. She knew he had suffered more than she could ever understand, though she did her best to empathise as best as she could.

Tracing her fingers over Chan's jaw, Y/N smiled through her tears. She was forever immensely proud of him. She was proud his strength had brought him this far, and despite wavering through the hardest times he had ever been through, he was still here. She was proud that he fought and won his battles over, and over again. He was with her, safe and at home, and away from the harsh evil from the world.

She wondered if perhaps this was how Chan had felt for her back when they met as teenagers. Love and hopefulness, all backed with the cutting edge of terror.

"Are you just going to keep staring?" Chan hummed.

Y/N's eyes widened as a soft smile spread across her husband's face. Without opening his eyes, Chan slid his arm around Y/N's waist and scooped her towards him; her body was suddenly pressed up against his, his nose against hers.

"Are you going to kiss me? Or do I have to kiss you?" Chan murmured sleepily.

Laughing quietly against his, Y/N discreetly wiped the tears away from her temple onto her pillow before leaning in to kiss her husband. She smiled when he inhaled deeply against her mouth, his body melting into hers as he shifted position; his other arm snaked around her waist and his hands locked over the small of her back, holding her close.

"What time is it?" Chan asked as he finally opened his eyes.

Y/N was so close to him that she could see the fine lines beneath his eyes; the lines that were reminders of all the joy he'd experienced, the likes that were left there by his contagious bouts of laughter and sunny smiles. She kissed him over his cheeks, her fingers caressed the scruffy hair at his temples.

"Five," Y/N said. "Go back to sleep."

"Hmm … " Chan rolled around again; he turned onto his back and pulled his wife down on top of him, his legs hooking themselves around hers as she giggled into his chest. "Maybe. But not yet. Why are you awake, baby girl?"

"The sun was in my eyes and I woke up," Y/N said. "And I was too busy staring at you to go back to sleep."

Chan chuckled at that, his blush on his nose flashing neon orange with the rising sun. "Why? Do you want nightmares?"

"Christopher," Y/N tutted as her husband cracked up with laughter beneath her; his voice was husky and deep with sleep, and she felt her heart quake with hefty tremors.

She truly loved him more and more with every passing day.

"I'm only joking," Chan placed his hands on the sides of her face and kissed her forehead. Then he frowned, pulling his fingers away; they vaguely listened in the light and he cocked his head to the side. "Why are the sides of your face wet, baby girl?"

Y/N blinked at him.

Chan's eyes softened. He tenderly tucked the hair that was falling around her face like curtains behind her ear. "Were you crying?"

"No … " Y/N bit her lip. She saw Chan raising his eyebrows in question and she sighed, looking him in the eye. "Yes. Maybe."

"Why were you crying, baby girl?" Chan asked softly.

"Because … " Y/N's voice wavered as she smiled down at him, her fingers playing with his frizzy hair. "I just love you so much. And I'm really, really grateful that you're alive."

Chan's eyes widened slowly. He hadn't expected his wife to say such a thing, and he couldn't help it when his own eyes began to cloud over with tears.

"Aw, baby … " Chan whispered, reaching out to caress her cheek with his thumb. "Where's this all coming from, hmm?"

Y/N shrugged as she shut her eyes. "I just can't imagine not waking up to your beautiful face every morning. And I'm just really happy about it ... I … I get scared sometimes. I can't help but think you'll just leave me one day and there'll be nothing I can do to stop it. That's why I was crying. And also … i'm really happy that I'm alive too."

Chan smiled at that. Sliding his fingers through her hair, Chan trailed his hand down her back and to her hip before flipping them both to their sides again; he cuddled up to his wife, their foreheads touching as he stared into her eyes.

"I'm really happy that the both of us are alive too," Chan said. It was all that he needed to say; he rest of their feelings were clear as day in the air between them.

Y/N smiled. She reached out grazed her fingers over her husband's flushed face.

"You really are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Y/N whispered.

"I'm not be - " Chan suddenly smiled. "If you say so, baby girl."

He had wanted to say that his face wasn't beautiful … but he suddenly remembered the words of his wife from a few weeks ago. The words that had unlocked something in his brain … the words that had slowly began to nullify the self hatred inside of him.

"I just want you to be happy in your own skin. I can't make you happy … but I can hold your hand and be right here while you do it for yourself, you know?"

He smiled, kissing Y/N's nose. Her eyes were shut and her lashes tickled his cheek.

"Open your eyes, baby girl," Chan said quietly.

She did so; she opened her eyes and Chan leaned even closer. He widened his own eyes as he searched her irises and her pupils, his gaze landing on the reflection of him in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N giggled.

"Your eyes are beautiful," Chan hummed quietly. "They're so beautiful that everything reflected in them becomes beautiful too …"

Y/N cocked her head to the side, wondering where he was going with his soft words.

"So … " Chan continued. "So … maybe if I see my own reflection in them … I'll feel beautiful too?"

Chan was always saying surprising things. But this particular statement caused Y/N to sharply inhale. Her eyes pooled with tears all over again; she was overflowing with affection for the man in front of her, and she slid her arms around his neck as she hugged him tightly.

His words echoed through her body as he squeezed her back. She was even more proud of him … she was overjoyed at the thought of him beginning to take little steps towards embracing his appearance.

"You're so cute," Y/N sighed into the crook of his neck. "Stop being so cute."

Chan's laugh was muffled against the top of her head. He suddenly rocked her side to side, the bedsheets around them tangling in between their legs when Chan started kicking his feet around like an excitable child.

Y/N giggled. "My darling … you have so much energy considering it's so early in the morning."

"Can you blame me?" He laughed against her skin. "You're my energy source … I feel like I've slept a hundred years already."

"Alright, Steeping Beauty," Y/N grinned.

Chan pulled away a little and nuzzled his nose against Y/N's. Then he reached for her hands and clasped their fingers together in between them before kissing the backs of her knuckles.

"I really love you," Chan said. He had begun to play with her fingers, his eyes soft as he looked into hers. "Baby girl … I'm never ever going to leave you, okay? I'm sorry for making you worry. I promise you … as hard as things get, I'm always going to be here. I'm not the same guy as I was all those years ago … just like you're not the same girl you used to be."

Y/N shut her eyes. She knew exactly what he was referring to; the both of them had been through the rockiest of times, each one of them battling the most vicious of voices in their heads.

Both of them had wondered if perhaps the world would be better off without them. But their love for each other had grounded them and pulled them through everything.

It had only made them stronger.

"Promise?" Y/N's voice trembled as she gave Chan a watery smile.

Chan smiled back. It was a genuine smile, raw and real and full of honesty. He locked his finger with his, kissing the part where their hands met. "I promise. Besides … now that you've taught me how to love myself, things are kind of different."

Sighing with relief, Y/N let go of his hands and buried her face into his chest instead. She breathed heavily when Chan's arms came up around her like a seatbelt, the warmth of him securing her against him.

"My little baby," Chan chuckled, ticking the back of her neck. "You really love me, don't you?"

"You're only just figuring that out?" Y/N huffed against his muscles. When he laughed against her, she sniffed hard, making him laugh a little harder. "Yes, Christopher. I really, really love you."

"Yeah, I am pretty great," Chan joked lightly; Y/N spluttered with quiet giggles, and she kissed his chest. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives to spend together, no?"

Lifting her head, Y/N grabbed his face and playfully squished his cheeks as she kissed his lips.

"Yeah," She grinned. "A very good thing."

Just then, Chan yawned suddenly. Y/N blinked at him, her lips twitching with mirth.

"I thought you said you're full of energy?" She teased him.

Chan grinned as she shut his eyes. "I am. But you can never have too much energy."

Y/N could definitely come up with situations in which it was possible to have too much energy. But instead, she kicked out at the tangled duvet and smoothed it out over the both of them before tucking it around their shoulders. She kissed the man's face, Chan scrunching his nose up at the affection before they pulled each other in closer. Forehead against forehead, nose against nose, Chan and Y/N fell asleep again, content with the notion that they'd both be together forever.

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Pierced - Hyunjin one shot

Summary: Hyunjin got his tongue pierced (again)

“Open up your mouth and show me” You wrapped your arms around Hyunjin’s waist. His arms circled around yours in return as he let out an amused chuckle.

“And I thought I was the one with the dirty mouth, huh” he teased, his hands sliding further down to cup your ass. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I need to see it, Jinnie!”

His eyebrow raised up in a cocky expression, he stood still. Watching you.

“Beg for it”, he then said, his hands still circling the back pockets of your trousers, pressing you closer to him.

“You’re making me beg for it?” you repeated his words as you looked up at his face. One of your hands playing with his hair. Making him melt under your touch, his eyes fluttering in response.

“Hmmm”, he mused, trying to stand his ground with you, which he had no chance in. You had Hyunjin wrapped around your finger since the day he confessed his love for you. “How about I show you my newest set when you show me your piercing?” you suggested instead, knowing that he would instantly give in to the idea. His eyes momentarily lit up before they slightly darkened, arousal evident in his gaze. He watched you over before pushing you up, and your legs circled around his waist in support. With another hum, he opened up his mouth, the silver piercing evident in his tongue.

Hyunjin had been playing around with the idea of getting his tongue pierced again, which you had supported ever since he voiced out the desire to get the piercing back. He had taken it out before debut, but photos and videos from his time as a trainee were proof of how hot he had looked with the accessory.

His tongue flicked, and you leaned in to capture his lips in desire. You could feel Hyunjin’s plump lips lift on a grin before he kissed you back as he pressed you against the wall. “It’s really hot”, you mumbled into the kiss before letting out a breathless moan. “Let me show you how much hotter it can make you feel” he gently bit into your lower lip, asking for permission to enter.

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just a thought while i rode my bike into work today..

hwang hyunjin who takes extra time looking for you to cross the avenue on your bike just to hop on his own and pedal as fast as he can to “nonchalantly” catch up to you like he hadn’t been waiting for an hour beforehand.

hwang hyunjin that knows you stop by at the specific pastry shop to buy that croissant you always bring to school with you, so he’ll just so happen to grab a coffee there each morning. definitely not to see your pretty face smile at the cashier, definitely not.

hwang hyunjin who’ll admire you in class, absentmindedly littering his textbook with incessant scribbles that’ll earn him a scolding from the professor. he doesn’t mind, not when it comes to you. and he’ll do the same on his way home, racing to bike next to you and use a excuse as if he wasn’t waiting all day.

until one day you climb off your bike, beckoning him to do the same and talk, as if he’s even capable of talking normally to you. until one day you’re the one sitting behind him on his bike, pointing to the pastry shop you always go too, and he’ll act oblivious despite passing the route each and every day.

until one day, he hopes this could be something more. until one day it is something more.

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After all this time, it was you - Bangchan oneshot 18+

Summary: you’re trying to tell your best friend and Bangchan that you broke up with your ex but you two got into an argument that leads you confessing your love for him

TW: sex, swearing words, dirty talking, cheating accusations

“All I ever want is to be a good person on this earth. And I can’t believe that we let last night happen. It was a mistake”, Bangchan said firmly as he drummed on the desk with his long fingers. You two were sitting in his studio after he had ignored all your calls and texts, leaving you no choice to come over. Usually, you’d ask for his permission to come by as you didn’t want to disturb his work. Today everything looked a bit different.

Chan had left your apartment without saying anything this morning. Your bed was cold when you woke up, as it had for the past few weeks. But the memories flooded from the night before. You and Chan in the club. You and Chan drinking couple drinks too much. You and Chan dancing on the dance floor. You pressed against the door as Chan kissed your neck. Chan gripping the bedsheets underneath you.

It was the best earth-shattering sex you’ve ever head. You just couldn’t tell your best friend sitting across the room about it.

“Why do you keep on repeating that it was a mistake?”, you sighed, growing frustrated over the situation. Chan’s eyebrows furrowed, frustrating growing in him too. “Because it was a mistake! I should have never laid a finger on you in the first place. You are not mine to have!”, he then pressed out, looking away as soon as the words leave his mouth. “You never were”, he then adds afterwards. “And never will be. Please, I’m going under the guilt of last night. You have to tell him”.

Never will be.

Tell him.

Did Chan still think that you were together with your ex?

“Chan, I think there’s something you don’t know about the situation- “, you start but are interrupted by your phone ringing. Your ex-boyfriend’s name lightened up the screen of the phone laying in your lap.

“Your boyfriend is waiting. Pick up and end the misery for both of us”, he whispered, holding your eye contact. “He is NOT my boyfriend”, you snapped, needing to end this argument that was brewing between you two. “So you’re breaking up with him because you cheated on him? With me? We both should have known better last night and we both carry the blame-“, he began rambling again but now you cut him in. “I broke up with him a month ago, Chan! I have been single for over a month and I’ve been trying to tell you this since the moment I came here. I didn’t cheat on anyone because there was no one to cheat on to”.

You watched the color drain from Chan’s face as realization hit him. He truly hadn’t known. You rejected the phone call and put your phone away. “You haven’t listen to the audio I send you that day, have you?”. The day you had broken up with your boyfriend, you’d send a 10 minute long voice mail to Bangchan while he was away on tour. Then additionally told him that it wasn’t important and that you could listen to it later or tell him once he was back from tour. Which was last night. But from him telling about the tour and how quickly you two escalated with your drinks, your recent news were drowned in the actions.

“Why? Why did you break up with the guy your parents set you up with?”, he asked you, cutting the painful silence. The corner of his lip was trembling. “Because I had no feelings for him. I tried it for a year, Chan I really did. But I couldn’t get myself to like him. Because…”, you breathed out as the words died on your tongue.

“Because?”, he pressed on.

“Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for such a long time and I can’t stand the thought of any man touching me than you. Any man by my side than my best friend”, you confessed with a shrittering heart. As soon as the words left your lips, you hurried your face in your heart in embarrassment. Now you couldn’t face the most important person in your life anymore, he knew you had been in love with him.

You heard his body shift and seconds later, Bangchan was on his knees, in front of you. Face to face. “Come here…”, he whispered softly and lowered your hands from your face before he wrapped your arms around you. You instantly wrapped your arms around him, being your face in his neck in comfort. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot about the voice mail… I’m such a fucking idiot. Please forgive me for my accusations and words, Y/N. Fuck, I should have never said them…”, he caressed your back as he held you close. “I’ve just been in love with you for such a long time that I was too selfish. I hated myself last night for deep down wanting you at least for one night. I couldn’t control myself anymore. And my guilt was killing me, I leashed out on you. I’m so so sorry, please forgive me, love”.

“It’s okay.. misunderstandings happen… it wasn’t nice but I’m used to hearing worse things”, you said softly as you held onto him.

“I’m going to show you how a woman like you should be treated. If you’ll let me?”

“Let me what?”

“Allow me to make you my girl”

[ballerinainskzville]

Sun and moon couples own my heart

[ballerinainskzville]

"To understand someone's loneliness ... Well, for me, I think that's the beginning of love."

[ballerinainskzville]

Stay with me - Hyunjin oneshot (18+)

Summary: as the hair stylist of skz, you’re traveling with them on their US tour. Despite their daily chaos, nothing could have prepared you to find Hyunjin in your bed during a Las Vegas stop

TW: partying, alcohol, marriage, smut, dirty talk, sex jokes, swear words

“Y/N! Is Hyunjin with you?”, you heard someone’s fist pounding on the door. Or was he pounding on your head? You’d bet that someone had cracked your skull open and was beating your nerves up one by one. You groaned as you opened your eyes which felt heavier than they ever had. At the attempt of lifting your head, you hissed in pain and let your head fall back down on your pillow. Or attempted. Hissing at the pain of whatever had just scratched your temple. Since when did pillows have metals inside the-

Your gut clenched when you saw that it wasn’t the pillow that had just scratched you. It was a hand. Someone’s hand. Wearing rings. Multiple rings. Rings you’d recognize anywhere, just like the hand. Big statement rings decorated the slim fingers. Except the simple silver ring on his ring finger, it was new…

“Hyunjin?”, you mumbled as you slowly turned your head to confirm your suspicion. Hyunjin laid on his stomach, arm extended over your pillow. His gorgeous brown hair was scattered around his face, looking photogenically put together even in his sleep. If any of the skz members had a deep sleep, Hyunjin slept like he’d had to recharge for the rest of his life.

You gulped as you looked back at his hand. Some seconds from last night flashed through your mind and they scared you.

They couldn’t be true.

Those must me dreams.

They didn’t feel like a dream.

Terrified, you lifted your hand from underneath the blanket. To realize you were wearing nothing except than a blank silk robe. Correction: if you were terrified before, you’re on the verge of a break down now. Another glance at Hyunjin. He was shirtless under the blanket. Glancing back at your loosely sitting robe. No no no… you mumbled and lifted your hand up.

The identical ring on Hyunjin’s hand was decorated your ring finger.

You let out a shriek, startling Hyunjin.

“Ouchhh, what the-“, he groaned in a low, slurry voice, burying his face further into the pillow.

“Wake up, husband”, you groaned, shaking Hyunjin’s shoulder furiously. “We need to talk!”

“First of all, my head is about to split ope. Second of all, who are you calling husb-“, Hyunjin’s voice died on his lips as he opened one eye, seeing the ring on your hand. You could see the panic rising in his eyes when he realized the familiarity of the ring. “No no no, there’s no way”, he slurred out before he snatched his arm back. Once he saw the ring on his own finger, he let out a similar shriek.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”, Seungmin’s voice boomed from behind the wall. “What is Minnie doing here?”, you whispered to Hyunjin who was still staring at his hand in shock and despair.

“Give a me a minute Minnie!”, you then yelled from across the room.

“What the fuck happened last night- WHY ARE YOU NAKED??”, Hyunjin shrieked out, slapping his hand over his eyes.

“I’m wearing a robe you idiot. You’re the naked one here! And is that seriously your only problem right now?”, you whined, scooting further away from Hyunjin before you sat up on the bed. “What do you remember from last night, Hyun?”, you groaned as you massaged your temples. Your head was about to burst.

“We were at the club, drinking and dancing”, he mumbled in a soft voice. You remembered that too.

“I remember jewelry too…”, you mumbled, taking a peak at your hand, at the dainty silver ring on your finger.

“I remember a priest. Fuck”, he groaned yet another time, sitting up in bed. You looked at each other before both your gazes drifted off to the night stand, towards a paper laying on it. Next to a ripped condom package. Grabbing the paper, you threw it onto Hyunjin. “I can’t look at it. What does it say?”, you sighed with closed eyes. Your whole body was shaking, the missing memories of the night before were yet missing.

“Congratulations. You’re a Hwang now, Y/N”, he commented only and handed you the paper back. The wedding certificate. You two got married. In Vegas. You had consumed the marriage too. You had married your secret crush and didn’t even remember any second of a kiss or touch.

“I wanted to be a Bang, not a Hwang”, you only said and instantly, he threw you a dirty look. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your heart by marrying you? Let me get the divorce papers”, he snapped bitterly. His sharp tongue startled you. You and Hyunjin would joke around a lot but it never was said with a bitter tone. “If there’s one thinking about a divorce, it’s you right now”, you snapped back at him before you put the paper back on the nightstand.

“I don’t want to divorce you”, Hyunjin said to interrupt the silence. You stopped chewing your bottom lip and looked at him instead. Worry clouded his eyes as he sweeper over your facial expressions. “I… I honestly had loved you for over a year now…and seem to have skipped the whole relationship point with last night”

His confession took you by surprise. His behavior from him hadn’t changed much from your first days of you being their hair stylist. Hyunjin had showered you with gifts in between the endless jokes and comments, from flowers to annotated books. A collection of gifts given by him was growing. Giving gifts was his love language, he has told you once. “So if I see something that reminds me of someone I know, I want to gift it to them”

“You... Love me..?”, you breathed out. Hyunjin’s eyes meet yours, unsureness written inside them. Because he didn’t know how you felt. About him. About this. “Is this the right time to admit my crush on you?”, you then said softly. His worried eyes blinked twice before they began to widen. As the words began to register in his mind. You were practically able to see his brain shifting. “You-“, he cut himself off. “I’ve kinda liked you for a while too. I don’t know if I can call it love yet… it has a strong weight to it… but I really really like you”, you let the words stumble out your mouth before you could stop yourself. What was the worst that could happen now anyway?”

Hyunjin’s hand reached out, cupping your cheek. You couldn’t help yourself but nuzzle your cheek into his warm. He gave you a warm smile when you did that and for a second, the world seemed okay. Your world. With his.

“Let me figure this out. We can figure this out”, added. All you could do was nod to his words. You hadn’t fully registered them. He liked you. No, he loves you. He had loved you in secret for a while. Which explains why he was the only member who hasn’t been on a dates since you became their stylist.

“I don’t want to get a divorce, Hyunjin”, you then whispered as now Lee Know banged on the door.

“I know, love”, he caressed your cheek before you could hear Lee Know yelling: “I’m about to join your honeymoon if you don’t open this fucking door! We have schedule to attend!”

“I don’t know what’s more concerning. The fact that we got married and don’t remember anything from it or that Lino is threatening us to join the honeymoon”, I yawned out, my head still feeling heavy.

“Definitely the second option”, he commented.

[ballerinainskzville]

Let me take care of you - Bangchan

summary: Taking care of your sick boyfriend, Channie

“Hey, baby! Oh sh- ACHOO!”, Bangchan quickly turned away, sneezing into his armpit. You stood by the entrance of the 3RACHA + Hyunjin dorm. “You okay, Channie?”, you asked in a concerned tone. His voice sounded a bit hoarse too. But he just nodded, gesturing you to come inside. “I’m fine, just feeling a bit under the weather”, he gave you a light smile before he turned away again for another sneeze.

“…right”, you squinted your eyes at him. “I swear I’m fine!”, he sighed softly, his eyes fluttering. They were glossy when he locked eyes with you. “No way, hosay. You’re sick, aren’t you?”, you stepped closer and pressed a hand onto his forehead after noticing his pink cheeks. The heat flaming from his body was no doubt pointing at a fever. “You. Bed. Now”, you took his hand, ready to lead him to his room.

“But baby, we wanted to watch the mov- ACHOO!”, he sneezed yet another time. “In your state? Channie, you need to rest”, you sighed softly, wiping away the pearls of sweat that were forming on his forehead. “Let me take care of you, hm? We can watch the movie some other time too. We can watch something else here instead?”. You suggested as he looked at you with apologizing eyes. “You’re not disappointed?”, he mumbled as you led him towards his room. “There’s no reason to be”, you interlaced your fingers with his in assurance before gesturing him to lay down in his bed.

Bangchan didn’t let go of your hand, instead holding onto it and holding the blanket up too. Waiting for you to join him for cuddles. “Channie, I love you but I can’t risk getting sick if we cuddle. Who’s going to look after my sweet boyfriend if I’m sick too, huh?”, you kneeled next to the bed, running your free hand through his black curls. With a sigh, he put the blanket down and you tugged it in further. “I can’t risk my baby being sick. But I’m not sick, I swear I feel fine!”, he whined a little as he looked up at you, cocooned in his blanket. “If you rest now, I’m sure you’ll feel better afterward. It’s going to be like magic!”, you smiled at your boyfriend as you played with his hair, knowing how much he loved it. “Can I ask you something?”, he whispered as his eyes fluttered close. “Anything for my love”, you whispered. “Can you make me chicken soup? Only if you’re not tired, I don’t wanna burden you, baby”, he mumbled drowsily. “Once you’re asleep, I’ll make some. I’m not leaving you till you’re safe and sound, Channie”, you reply softly, watching him slowly fall asleep. “Don’t steal Changbin’s chicken, he might get upset…”, were his last words before he stepped into dreamland.