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[t-0ne25]

[5B] make sure to read the first part

”Oh no,” Jisung sighs, still close to you. Fuck. Perhaps this was the wrong answer. “It was me, baby. How didn’t you notice?”

“Sungie…” you start, taking off your blindfold. It doesn’t matter now anyway, since only one of your boyfriends is left. The one you thought who had just been inside you.

“Baby, I’m getting the feeling you did that on purpose. Do you want Minho to punish you for your bad behaviour, hm?” Jisung supposes.

“That’s… I didn’t…”

“Either way you were wrong,” Minho suddenly says, getting on the mattress. “Your chance to get out. I won’t be gentle. What’s your colour, pretty?”

The way he’s looking at you, crimson coloured ropes in his hands, ready to tie you to the bed frame, as his dark brown eyes pierce you to the wall behind you makes you delusional. It’s nothing you haven’t done before—the reason he chose this as a punishment—but it’s intriguing nonetheless.

“Green!” you let out, enthusiastically.

A couple minutes later your arms and legs are restricted, glueing you to the bed, utterly helpless under Minho. He’s happy to be the last one this time, winning the rock-paper-scissor-game against his boyfriends.

“Hold still and keep laying there prettily, while I use your hole for my pleasure, yeah?”

You nod, keeping your gaze fixated on his. Minho slips inside you, not needing any preparation at this point. He doesn’t bother starting with a slow pace, already knowing you can take it.

“This is heavenly,” he moans, thrusting in and out of your wet hole. “You’re such a pathetic little whore. Probably saying the wrong answer to rile me up, so I can take out all my anger on you, huh? What a slut.”

His mean words arouse you further, make the familiar feeling arise once again. The sensation of his fat cock massaging your walls is beyond this world, basically bringing you to a new dimension.

Minho wraps a hand around your throat, slight pressure being added to your skin. He’s got his eyes on you, watching those tears on your lash line.

“Do you feel that?” he asks, taking his fingers away from your neck, as he taps on your lower stomach. You tilt your head down, watching the bulge, as he ruts into you.

“F-Feels so good, sir,” you tell him.

“Of course it does. Three cocks in a row and you’re still not satisfied, are you?”

You shake your head, not really managing to let out a word since Minho is busy bringing you to another orgasm.

“Are you gonna come for me? Cream around my cock, until I feel you up with my come, too? Want me to pump you full, to breed you?”

You hastily nod, sensing the ecstatic feeling, as you do exactly what he’s saying. Your pussy tightens around him, triggering his orgasm in the process. Minho is a little surprising himself, when he comes undone, painting your walls with his juices. The liquid mixes together with your own, Chan’s and Jisung’s, creating a masterpiece. He slips out of you, watching it run out of your hole.

Your boyfriend places a small kiss on your forehead, before you almost doze off to sleep. But all three men are there to take care of you, comfort you and clean your body. They use as much time as you need wrapping you up into the cosiest blanket.

Looking back, it’s almost hard to believe that a hard day some weeks ago that felt like an avalanche crashing your whole life has led to this. Sure, there were some things that made everything even more complicated but you know that all your decisions are also responsible for the amazing life you have.

A stable network of friends and partners. An occupation that you truly adore. The possibilities to live out your dream.

After all, the darkest nights produce the brightest stars.

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[5A] make sure to read the first part

“So well done, baby,” Jisung whispers, “you are right with the answer. And apart from that, such a good girl for me.”

Your boyfriend places a kiss on your lips, not wanting to let you go. He’d rather keep you to himself but he’s aware that it’s Minho’s turn now.

“Min has something special prepared for you, angel,” he starts again and you hear the sound of metal clinging together, growing louder, “are you ready to be cuffed to the headboard?”

You eagerly nod. It’s been some time since you’ve done things like this—but you know how much Minho enjoys having you at his mercy and you adore scenes like these just as much.

“Alright, then I’m gonna put them on your wrists now,” he speaks. You feel the metal circle around your skin, as he secures them on the bed frame. You’re on all fours now, blindfold being torn away from your face.

“I’ve gotta admit,” Minho starts, his voice low, “it’s a nice to know I don’t have to be quiet with you like the other two.”

Oh, that damn brat. You know he can be vocal. Minho isn’t someone who hides from making sounds. But the fact that he can be the last one to fill you up, to turn you into an even bigger mess than you already are, feeds his ego in ways you can’t comprehend.

“You still haven’t had enough, huh?” he asks, when his thumb is caressing your clit, the view of you all wet and messy from the previous encounters answering his question. “Will three cocks finally be enough for a slut like you, pretty?”

“Min,” you whimper, “please.”

“Keep begging for me, darling,” he encourages you.

“Sir, please, fill me up, make me come on you fat cock and ruin me like–“

“Okay, okay, baby,” he chuckles, right before pushing in. He doesn’t hesitate, instead sliding in all at once and all you do is tell him to move.

There’s something almost gentle about the way he looks at you while thrusting in and out of your aching hole, placing a sweet kiss on your head, before he picks up the pace again.

“All tied up for me, hm? Letting me do all the work? Just like you did with Chan and Jisung? You’re such a spoiled girl, aren’t you?”

You giggle, tears pricking in your eyes, but it feels as if the fun has just started. “Hm, enjoying this a little too much, Min.”

“Not my name,” he reminds you.

“Sir… please, make me come,” you tell him, spreading your legs further. Your thighs are sore, muscles burning from playing this favourite game of yours but your mind is somewhere completely else right now anyway—enjoying the view of Minho rutting into you, his moans echoing through the room because he’s allowed to share them with you.

In the distance, you can see Chan and Jisung, as they are watching every move, adoring the scene that’s playing out for them.

“Min… I’m gonna,” you say, feeling the cold metal rub over your skin, as Minho is pushing his dick into you.

“You’re gonna come for me? Gonna come for us and put on a good show, hm? Come on, pretty. Be a good girl for us,” he encourages you, right before he drives you over the edge.

That sensational feeling rushes through your system for another time, taking you to a whole new level, as Minho comes undone too, filling you up with his seeds. When you’ve calmed down a bit, he pulls out of you, watching the liquids run out of your hole.

Your boyfriend places a small kiss on your forehead, before you almost doze off to sleep. But all three men are there to take care of you, comfort you and clean your body. They use as much time as you need wrapping you up into the cosiest blanket.

Looking back, it’s almost hard to believe that a hard day some weeks ago that felt like an avalanche crashing your whole life has led to this. Sure, there were some things that made everything even more complicated but you know that all your decisions are also responsible for the amazing life you have.

A stable network of friends and partners. An occupation that you truly adore. The possibilities to live out your dream.

After all, the darkest nights produce the brightest stars.

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[t-0ne25]

[4B] make sure to read the first part

“Oh, princess,” you suddenly hear Chan speak, dangerously close to your ear, “you’ve got it all wrong with your answer.”

Fuck. You were sure it wasn’t him. Or were you? Maybe you’ve wanted to receive punishment from your other boyfriend. Chan will never know.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you pout.

“You know what this means. Bad girls get punished. That’s what you signed up for,” he reminds you. “Are you ready for the next one? Hopefully this time knowing the answer. It’s a fifty-fifty chance after all, sweetheart.”

You gulp, already looking forward to being filled again, “I’m ready.”

It doesn’t take the mysterious next man long to approach you. He’s already between your thighs, as Chan guides the way and tells you to get comfortable on your back. Now with him being part of the scene, perhaps even speaking during it, you don’t know if he will be any help or not.

“Princess, he’s so hard for you and you’re already wet again, hm? What a shame he’s got different plans.”

You know what that means. And it just riles you up further. You’re aware that you’ve worn the plug for a reason, preparing you for this scene. Chan shuffles inside the bedside table, probably grabbing the bottle of lube.

Your other boyfriend is desperate, already stroking his hardening cock until you hear some of the cold liquid being spread over his length. You wonder if it’s him touching himself or Chan or the other one. You feel a finger teasing your hole, after he’s pulled the plug out, preparing you further when the lube runs into you.

“Your colour, princess?” the oldest asks.

“Green!” you whimper, already too impatient.

Then he slides in. Oh, so carefully. You’ve done this with all of them a couple of times now but the feeling still differs a lot from when they take your cunt instead. He’s slow, not wanting to hurt you in any way but you get used and adjusted to the feeling of his hard cock inside you quite easily.

He starts moving, pulling together all the strength inside him to keep his mouth shut no matter how complicated. His sounds might give it away otherwise. He’s filling you so well, as your pussy walls are clenching around nothing. His cock is thrusting into your tight hole, making it his goal to come.

Two fingers are suddenly pressed to your clit, massaging you with smooth circles and bringing you closer to the edge. This feels so good. Makes you crave more. Makes you want to beg him to push his fingers into your cunt, to fill you up completely but that’s not his mission. It’s supposed to be a punishment after all.

And you realise he means it, when he draws away his fingertips again, when you’re almost reaching your climax. You’re a whining mess underneath him, begging for mercy but he can’t stop teasing you. 

Chan is next to you, chuckling in between praises and telling you that’s what bad girls get for not saying the correct answer.

You keep clenching around your boyfriend inside you, right before he tips over the edge, hot spurt of come running into your other hole, leaking right out of you when he pulls out.

“Fucking hell…” you breathe. “I can’t believe you edged me like this.”

Now you’re even more desperate than before.

“So, can you guess correctly this time, princess?” Chan asks.

“Minho.” / “Jisung.”

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[4A] make sure to read the first part

“What a smart girl you are,” Chan says, before he places the softest kiss on your lips. “And a good girl too. So obedient, hm? You’re gonna let the next one fill your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say with a big smile.

He chuckles, brushing over your cheek with his thumb. “We’re all gonna fill you up, okay? One after another.”

“Please… can’t wait,” you whine.

“Are you ready to go again?”

You nod, “Yes, please. Don’t make me wait.”

“You heard her,” Chan speaks to his side, probably talking to whatever boyfriend is next. “Your turn, baby.”

Chan explains that he’s gonna speak you through it, as you know it can’t be his turn now. Maybe this makes it easier. Or harder. Who knows. But you’re confident regarding the fact you already guessed one correctly.

“He wants you on your back, princess. So he can admire your beautiful chest,” the oldest lets you know and you nod.

You spread your legs, already realising your muscles will ache tomorrow, as another man towers over you. He’s as quiet as he can be, not wanting to make any sounds that make this gamer easier for you.

His fingers are gentle and a bit hesitant, shy almost, when he’s playing with your clit. Two fingers dip inside and he’s in no way shy about the fact he’s playing with his boyfriend’s come inside your hole. In fact, for some reason this just turns him on more. His thumb is switching to rub your clit, driving you to yet another orgasm, as he watches the liquids run out of you—ready to pump you full with more.

“You deserve everything for being such a smart girl, baby,” Chan whispers again, “so better prepare to get overstimulated by him.”

God, that sounds like something cruel Minho would do. You’re sure it must be him. Then he rams his hardened cock into you, earning the most beautiful moan from your lips, as he starts fucking into you.

His hands are playing with your tits, their whole attention on them, while his dick is massaging your walls so deliciously, you forget about time and space. Then he wraps one of them around your throat, applying small pressure to the sides while a string of saliva collides with your exposed clit—slight dominant gestures to maybe give you a hint. But you’re clueless, as it seems. It could be either of them.

You’re a moaning mess for him and Chan, begging for more with every syllable that makes it past your lips. You’ve lost count how many times you’ve come this night—the man who’s currently inside you has made you fall apart on his cock a first time and is now dangerously close to pushing you over the edge once more.

“‘s too much,” you whine.

“D’you really want him to slow down? When he’s so desperate to be inside you, princess?”

You instantly shake your head no, “N-No, want him t-to come too. Inside me, please, please, please.”

Chan chuckles, as he encourages his boyfriend to keep going. He’s surprised the younger one has gotten this far without spurting his juices into you—when you look so fucked out because of him.

But it only takes a few more “Please, Sir,” for him to guide you right there, before he shoots his hot seeds into your cunt as well, having them mix together with your and Chan’s juices.

When your breathing turns back to normal, Chan asks, “So, who is it?”

“Minho.” / “Jisung.”

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[t-0ne25]

[3B] make sure to read the first part

You’re still not sure if the other two watched this first little entrance scene or only came to the bedroom right now. It doesn’t really matter anyway. They took off your blindfold for a little, making you chug down some water to stay hydrated and checked in with you. You know your safe word and they will make sure you’re fine, but having all three of them in a row can be exhausting—they just want to remind you to take things easy. You’re the most precious person to them after all.

They’ve got everything ready for you—fresh sheets that are gonna get destroyed in a matter of time anyway but they want you to feel comfortable. Candles with your favourite scent, another water bottle right next to the bed and the lights dimmed low. Well, not that it matters, regarding the fact you’ve got the blindfolds on again.

The idea of all of your boyfriends watching you get cosy on the bed, noticing your every move, waiting for what’s about to happen riles you up further. You wonder how they decided the order. If they got into a heated argument or just played rock paper scissors. It could be anything.

And for some reason this whole scene just makes you a lot more confident to tease them, as you lean back, presenting your body to them. They’ve taken off your dress a long time ago—admiring your beauty. But you’re playing a dangerous game when you’re sprawled out like that, your hand wandering between your legs, as you start playing with yourself in front of them.

“Three cocks all for you,” Minho starts, suddenly pretty close. “Will you needy girl be satisfied with it?”

“Hm, let’s see,” you tease, earning as slap on your butt from Minho.

“Listen, brat,” he begins again. “You’re gonna make yourself comfortable now. Then all of us will go one after another. If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded. Got it?”

“Fuck… yeah. Understood,” you say, biting your lip.

“What’s your colour, darling?” the oldest asks.

“It’s green, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies.

“Now come on,” Jisung says, “on all fours and let us use you.”

“Yes, sir.”

And that’s how it starts.

You feel the weight of the mattress shift when the mysterious man crawls towards you. He makes sure to take his time—both to tease you further and to not lose his goddamn mind. You’re arching your back for him, legs spread, as you present your ass to him—it makes him want to slap you, but he believes that anything could give you a hint of who he is and he won’t make things easy for you.

He comes closer, before you feel his thumb pressed against your clit, massing it. You let out a whimper, falling foreword. It takes everything for him to not chuckle or make any type of sound. He’s careful. Always precise in everything he does. Always attentive of everything and everyone—until you turned his world upside down and made him realise only you have that special power to make him lose control.

But he brushes it off. This is about you after all. He scoots closer, aligning the leaking tip of his hardened dick with your exposed hole. He must have taken his clothes off some time before and you wonder if this type of eagerness could be a sign.

It could be Jisung. That would make lots of sense. But you wonder if he would have messed up already and made a sound. It would be very typical, after all.

Maybe it’s Minho. The mysterious way and having you wait. Could be him.

Or Chan. He knows you best and is therefore able to manipulate you in ways no one else can. But you’d expect him to go last. He always goes last in constellations like this, wanting to remind the others of his special status although you all treat them equally.

But you don’t have any more time to figure things out, when he’s already pushing his length into your cunt, centimeter after centimeter filling you to the brim. He’s slow, giving you enough time to get used to the feeling and adjust to his throbbing cock. He’s gentle, slow—well, until he starts thrusting into you, from then on he’s anything but that.

A slap to your cheek—finally—his fingernails digging into your soft flesh, his hips colliding with your thighs. The full programme. He’s even pulling your hair a little at some point, showing you what a good slut you are for him.

A hand sneaks between your legs from the front, fingertips rubbing over your clit, as he leans forwards. He’s rutting into you at an insane pace, his heavy breathing echoing in your ears, when he’s so close. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, right before he follows, filling you up with his come—already looking forward to the other pumping you full as well until you can’t take it anymore.

Then the grunts. They give it away. They’re animalistic like no other. A low voice. A man that knows your body like nobody else.

And when he drives you over the edge, having you clench around his fat cock as he releases his juices inside your tight cunt, you speak out his name.

“Chan.” / “Minho.” / “Jisung.”

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[3A] make sure to read the first part

You’re still not sure if the other two watched this first little entrance scene or only came to the bedroom right now. It doesn’t really matter anyway. They took off your blindfold for a little, making you chug down some water to stay hydrated and checked in with you. You know your safe word and they will make sure you’re fine, but having all three of them in a row can be exhausting—they just want to remind you to take things easy. You’re the most precious person to them after all.

They’ve got everything ready for you—fresh sheets that are gonna get destroyed in a matter of time anyway but they want you to feel comfortable. Candles with your favourite scent, another water bottle right next to the bed and the lights dimmed low. Well, not that it matters, regarding the fact you’ve got the blindfolds on again.

The idea of all of your boyfriends watching you get cosy on the bed, noticing your every move, waiting for what’s about to happen riles you up further. You wonder how they decided the order. If they got into a heated argument or just played rock paper scissors. It could be anything.

And for some reason this whole scene just makes you a lot more confident to tease them, as you lean back, presenting your body to them. They’ve taken off your dress a long time ago—admiring your beauty. But you’re playing a dangerous game when you’re sprawled out like that, your hand wandering between your legs, as you start playing with yourself in front of them.

“Three cocks all for you,” Minho starts, suddenly pretty close. “Will you needy girl be satisfied with it?”

“Hm, let’s see,” you tease, earning as slap on your butt from Minho.

“Listen, brat,” he begins again. “You’re gonna make yourself comfortable now. Then all of us will go one after another. If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded. Got it?”

“Fuck… yeah. Understood,” you say, biting your lip.

“What’s your colour, darling?” the oldest asks.

“It’s green, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies.

“Now come on,” Jisung says, “spread your legs and let us use you.”

“Yes, sir.”

And that’s how it starts.

The first man takes his time. A little too much for your liking. But that’s okay. You’ve got all night, you suppose. The weight shifts under the mattress, as he crawls closer. You hear a sound of fabrics being pulled down—probably his sweatpants. But when the faint noise of a hand being wrapped around his length, pleasuring himself, is echoing through the room, you know he must have taken off his boxers too.

He comes closer, his hot breath lingering on your body, as rough kisses appear on your skin. He creates a path, a smooth pattern that guides him upwards. You feel his lips pressed against your own, as he moves them slowly, asking his tongue to dip inside and you allow him too.

In the meantime, his hands are all over your body, touching every centimeter of it, as they wander between your legs. You part them, just like you did before, wondering if this is the same man that just ate your pussy like he’s never gonna do anything else again.

Then you hear him stroke his dick again, aligning the tip with your entrance before he teasingly brushes it over your swollen clit. You let out a gasp and it takes everything inside him to not make a single stupid sound—knowing it’ll make it too easy for you to figure out who he is.

Then he pushes inside. Gently. Carefully. Like he’s doing this for the first time and it makes it even harder for you to find out who he is.

It can’t be Jisung—he’s the eager one of them all. But then again—what if he’s doing this on purpose to confuse you? Would be something he’d do after all.

Maybe it’s Chan. There’s something so gentle about him, reminding you of that first time together with him. But you’d expect him to go last. Even though you love all your boyfriends equally, the others are aware that the oldest has a special place in your heart that no one can take away from him.

But what if it’s Minho? It would make sense. Playing all careful just to wreck you the next minute. Teasing. Calling you a brat when he can be all bratty as well.

Your inner debate stops, when the man inside you pushes his full length in, bottoming you out. You let out a gasp, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders, when he starts thrusting into you.

God, this feels so good. And even filthier when you don’t know who’s making you feel this way. It could be either of them. The shoulders aren’t great help, since all your boyfriend has gotten buffed these days.

He brings two fingers to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks, before they wander into your mouth. He has you sucking on them, another moan vibrating around his digits, when he hits that certain spot inside you. Your boyfriend throws your legs over his shoulders, pounding into you deeper.

Then the grunts. They give it away. They’re animalistic like no other. A low voice. A man that knows your body like nobody else.

And when he drives you over the edge, having you clench around his fat cock as he releases his juices inside your tight cunt, you speak out his name.

“Chan.” / “Minho.” / “Jisung.”

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[2C] make sure to read the first part

After eating every single bite of the delicious gelato, you’re getting blindfolded by Jisung. Your boyfriend is gentle with you, at the same time almost unable to keep his hands off you, knowing it’s not his turn yet. Obvious excuses help him—when he guides you to his bed, accidentally brushing your hips and ass, squeezing a little and you enjoy it more than you should.

But he’s not gonna be the first one yet—the one that prepares you for all the fun that’s gonna follow. You always do it like this. The first round that’s solely about your pleasure, the right scene to set the best mood, is performed with a blindfold covering your sight, but you will still be able to find out who’s between your legs, making a mess while eating you out. For now, words are allowed.

Praise, encouragement, a little bit of teasing and degradation here and there. But once you get to the next stage, the men will try their best to keep their mouths shut because it would be no difficult task to figure out who’s inside you this way. Sure, grunts, moans and other animalistic sounds all three of them have trouble keeping inside, might give it away. But that’s for you to figure out.

You’re already only dressed in your lingerie dress, making it easier for your boyfriends to use your body as they please. The skimpy dress is beautiful, hugging your body amazingly—what a shame that it’ll drop to the floor sooner or later.

“I’m ready,” you say, when you notice the weight on the mattress shift, one of the three now apparently crawling towards you.

As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs for the mysterious man, almost exposing your wetness to him. You haven’t even realised how drenched you already are, blaming it on the anticipation of the scene. They usually take their time with you, riling you up by letting you wait and now it’s no different.

The man chuckles but does his best to keep his voice low, not wanting you to figure out his identity so soon. During the first round, you’re gonna realise who he is nonetheless but he knows for sure how much you love the mysterious part of this. He’s seen you get fucked by many different men after all, always encouraging you through it.

Not a second later he’s already towering over you, starting with soft little kisses on your cheeks, your neck, your throat and your chest. The dress stays on, making this even filthier for whatever reason. Your boyfriend is crawling down, touching your sides and hips, before he positions himself between your thighs.

He’s quiet with his voice, enjoying you squirming underneath him a little too much—despite the fact that he hasn’t even started yet. His fingers are between your legs, creeping under your dress and wandering up to your wetness, before he spreads your pussy lips apart. You’re already drenched and he can’t help but chuckle, realising how desperate you are for him.

“I can’t wait anymore,” you’re the one to speak now. “P-Please touch me.”

He caresses your clit with the tips of his middle and ring finger, before he whispers, his hot breath hitting your exposed skin, “Say please.”

You realise now that your secret suspicions about his identity are true, when you reply, “”Please touch me, Daddy.”

Chan doesn’t waste any time, his tongue colliding with your clit, while his fingers move to your aching hole. He pushes a single digit inside first, already feeling you clenching around him. Your boyfriends always take care of you so lovingly but you’re still tightening around him in an instant.

He’s gentle, but fervent, when he starts making out with your cunt, allowing the familiar sensation to spread through your lower belly.

“All mine, baby,” he whispers, “you’re always such a good girl for me, hm? Who turned you into a good slut like this?”

“Y-You,” you manage to get a single syllable out. And he’s correct. He’s turned you into a passionate mess over and over again because it all started with him.

“Then, come on, make that little noise again,” he demands.

You do as you’re told, not holding back anymore with all the high-pitched and desperate sounds that are the sweetest melody to his ears.

Chan keeps moving his fingers into you, adding a third one by now, as his tongue and mouth eat you out with no end.

“I’m—gonna, I’m close, Daddy,” you warn him.

You boyfriend chuckles, continuing with his pace and movements, “Be a good girl for Daddy, yeah? You’re gonna make me proud?”

You nod, feeling as if you’re experiencing the scene a thousand times more intensely because of the cover over your eyes. So, when your climax follows, your body can’t stop shaking, trying to deal with the utmost pleasure. Chan rides you through your high, praising words echoing into your ears, until you come down again.

“Ready for the next round, princess?”

Chan explains the rules to you again. One of them is gonna take you first, fill you up with their hard cock and it’s on you to figure out who’s inside you. If you get the correct answer, your next partner will be gentle with you. But if you don’t manage to figure it out correctly, there’s gonna be punishment.

Your boyfriend talks to you all seriously, just a little reminder for you even though you’ve played this game before. But little does he know that you view this as a win-win situation. Even if you might get it wrong—is it so bad to be punished for your decisions?

Well, there’s only one way to figure it out.

“First decision, princess,” Chan continues, “missionary or doggy?”

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[2B] make sure to read the first part

After eating every single bite of the delicious cherry pie, you’re getting blindfolded by Minho. Your boyfriend is gentle with you, at the same time almost unable to keep his hands off you, knowing it’s not his turn yet. Obvious excuses help him—when he guides you to his bed, accidentally brushing your hips and ass, squeezing a little and you enjoy it more than you should.

But he’s not gonna be the first one yet—the one that prepares you for all the fun that’s gonna follow. You always do it like this. The first round that’s solely about your pleasure, the right scene to set the best mood, is performed with a blindfold covering your sight, but you will still be able to find out who’s between your legs, making a mess while eating you out. For now, words are allowed.

Praise, encouragement, a little bit of teasing and degradation here and there. But once you get to the next stage, the men will try their best to keep their mouths shut because it would be no difficult task to figure out who’s inside you this way. Sure, grunts, moans and other animalistic sounds all three of them have trouble keeping inside, might give it away. But that’s for you to figure out.

You’re already only dressed in your lingerie dress, making it easier for your boyfriends to use your body as they please. The skimpy dress is beautiful, hugging your body amazingly—what a shame that it’ll drop to the floor sooner or later.

“I’m ready,” you say, when you notice the weight on the mattress shift, one of the three now apparently crawling towards you.

As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs for the mysterious man, almost exposing your wetness to him. You haven’t even realised how drenched you already are, blaming it on the anticipation of the scene. They usually take their time with you, riling you up by letting you wait and now it’s no different.

“Fucking hell, look at you spread out like this for me,” he whispers, already telling you his identity this way. 

You giggle, “Sungie, you better be careful next round.”

“Shit—right. But don’t blame me. You’re lying there like a fucking goddess. Look at those thighs, the way you’re arching your back and presenting your tits to me—and your still dressed and–“

“You’re gonna be simping the whole night or do something about it, huh?” you challenge him and that’s all it takes.

He’s between your legs not a second later, as you part them for him. Jisung doesn’t waste time anymore, already hovering your dress over your body—completely, making you chuckle as the two of you try to get it over your head while the blindfold needs to stay in place.

“I need you all to myself,” he confesses, already pussy-drunk before he’s even started. You adore his dominant, less known side that he’s shown you the past times he’s been with you alone but there’s just something about desperate, needy Jisung that gets you going like nothing else.

“I’m gonna ruin you, baby,” he whispers, his voice dropping low, before he goes right in. Your boyfriend is playing with your clit first, thumb pressed against it, before he lets go. You’re already completely drenched, making a mess out of his sheets but he doesn’t mind. If he’s honest, he loves it—so much that he always feels as if it’s a waste to wash the fabrics afterwards.

Even though it’s definitely not necessary, he lets a string of saliva hit your exposed cunt, before he smears the liquids altogether and all over you with his tongue. A moan spills from his lips, as he’s drowning himself in your taste.

“Angel, you should be illegal. You’re fucking addictive,” he tells you. His movements are a bit sloppy, they always are. Usually, it would make things harder for you that way but there’s something so precise and coordinated about his chaotic energy that makes you fall for him completely.

The familiar feeling is already building up in your lower stomach—and Jisung is only using his tongue for now. When he feels you clench around nothing, he brings his hands towards you wet. Your boyfriend pushes two fingers inside at once, watching your chest move up and down, as you try to steady your breathing.

“Move, Sungie… come on,” you tell him, becoming impatient.

“Only if you’re a good girl for me, okay?”

You nod, a whimper slipping out of you again but it turns into a moan when he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

Jisung is back doing what he loves the most—devouring you and pleasuring you perfectly all at once. You don’t know who is louder—you with your moans, whimpers and whines or Jisung with his slurping sounds and grunts that echo through the room whenever your walls tighten around his fingers.

You’re dangerously close nonetheless, your brain already turning into mush and you’re sure he feels the same.

“I’m—I’m close, gonna…”

He keeps moving, his tongue making out with your clit with no end, as you reach your high, making a mess all over his face and fingers. Jisung helps you through the process, never stopping what he’s doing. Before you’re the one to reach for his head, giggling, a small sign to make him stop. After all, this is just supposed to be the starter, not the whole meal.

“Ready for the next round, angel?”

Jisung explains the rules to you again. One of them is gonna take you first, fill you up with their hard cock and it’s on you to figure out who’s inside you. If you get the correct answer, your next partner will be gentle with you. But if you don’t manage to figure it out correctly, there’s gonna be punishment.

Your boyfriend talks to you all seriously, just a little reminder for you even though you’ve played this game before. But little does he know that you view this as a win-win situation. Even if you might get it wrong—is it so bad to be punished for your decisions?

Well, there’s only one way to figure it out.

“First decision, angel,” Jisung continues, “missionary or doggy?”

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[2A] make sure to read the first part

After eating every single bite of the delicious tiramisu, you’re getting blindfolded by Chan. Your boyfriend is gentle with you, at the same time almost unable to keep his hands off you, knowing it’s not his turn yet. Obvious excuses help him—when he guides you to his bed, accidentally brushing your hips and ass, squeezing a little and you enjoy it more than you should.

But he’s not gonna be the first one yet—the one that prepares you for all the fun that’s gonna follow. You always do it like this. The first round that’s solely about your pleasure, the right scene to set the best mood, is performed with a blindfold covering your sight, but you will still be able to find out who’s between your legs, making a mess while eating you out. For now, words are allowed.

Praise, encouragement, a little bit of teasing and degradation here and there. But once you get to the next stage, the men will try their best to keep their mouths shut because it would be no difficult task to figure out who’s inside you this way. Sure, grunts, moans and other animalistic sounds all three of them have trouble keeping inside, might give it away. But that’s for you to figure out.

You’re already only dressed in your lingerie dress, making it easier for your boyfriends to use your body as they please. The skimpy dress is beautiful, hugging your body amazingly—what a shame that it’ll drop to the floor sooner or later.

“I’m ready,” you say, when you notice the weight on the mattress shift, one of the three now apparently crawling towards you.

As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs for the mysterious man, almost exposing your wetness to him. You haven’t even realised how drenched you already are, blaming it on the anticipation of the scene. They usually take their time with you, riling you up by letting you wait and now it’s no different.

Slowly, he lets his hands wander over your bare thighs, taking his time as they crawl up towards you. Kitten licks are erupting on your naked skin, wandering towards your cunt.

“I can’t wait to ruin you,” he speaks, giving away his identity.

Minho chuckles, when he listens to the helpless moan that spills from your lips—just like the juices running out of you.

“Already so fucking wet for me, huh? It’s gonna get you fucked, darling. What a slut you are,” he whispers, his lips now dangerously close to the hem of your dress. 

Minho hovers the fabric up, so much that he exposes your entire chest as well. While two of his fingers are caressing your pussy lips, spreading them apart as he smears the arousal all over you, his mouth is wandering towards your tits. You gasp, when his tongue is circling around one of the sensitive buds, making you arch your back completely when his fingertip brushes over your clit.

Your boyfriend stops hesitating, dipping one finger into your hole, already knowing you’ll take it like a good slut for him. A second one follows and as he keeps up the movements of pushing in and out of you, as he’s scissoring you open, Minho brings his face right between your thighs.

You wonder if the other two are in the room with you, watching Minho tease you like there’s no tomorrow.

But there’s no time to evaluate your thoughts, when Minho basically lets them vanish away, as his tongue collides with your sensitive nub. His fingers are spreading you, as a third one gets added, while he feels you clenching around him.

You’re a mess of moans, whines and whimpers—embarrassed about the fact that you’re sure he won’t take long to make you come. Minho is perfect at this—licking, kissing, sucking—whatever feels right in that moment. He’s made it his number one goals to make out with your pussy, devouring you like his favourite meal.

“You’re doing so well for me, pretty,” he whispers in between movements. “Come on, spread your legs—yeah, just like that. Giving me better access to devour this beautiful cunt, darling.”

Your thighs are aching from the way you’re trying to part them, but you still follow his demand.

“Min—I’m–“

He pulls his fingers out of you, a slap erupting on your clit that makes you hiss but all that comes out of you is another unapologetic moan. Then he slides them right back in.

“It’s still sir to you, as far as I remember, huh?”

“S-Sorry, Sir, I’m gonna—I’m close. ‘m gonna come,” you warn him.

“Then what’s holding you back, hm? Be a good slut and make a mess all over–“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. You’re already drenching his tongue, lips and chin in your juices, when you reach that sweet peak of relief. Your legs are shaking, your body creating a mind of its own, when you allow the pleasure to rush through your veins.

Minho chuckles, mischievously, as he enjoys ever second of you falling apart for him. He wonders if you chose that dessert because you wanted to taste that certain flavour or if you caught up on it and wanted him to taste you. He decided to believe the latter option, just for his ego.

When your breathing has calmed down a bit, he lets go, licking everything clean—including his fingers, as he keeps his eyes fixated on your parted lips. He wishes he’d be able to see the tears pricking at your lower lash line right now—he adores you in a state like this a little too much—but the blindfold is there for a reason.

“Ready for the next round, pretty?”

Minho explains the rules to you again. One of them is gonna take you first, fill you up with their hard cock and it’s on you to figure out who’s inside you. If you get the correct answer, your next partner will be gentle with you. But if you don’t manage to figure it out correctly, there’s gonna be punishment.

Your boyfriend talks to you all seriously, just a little reminder for you even though you’ve played this game before. But little does he know that you view this as a win-win situation. Even if you might get it wrong—is it so bad to be punished for your decisions?

Well, there’s only one way to figure it out.

“First decision, pretty,” Minho continues, “missionary or doggy?”

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I LIKE IT — BINGO SHEETS

[ under construction 🚧 but already useable! enjoy! ]

This is a silly idea to make my story I LIKE IT even more interactive. I made… bingo sheets. If you guys have further ideas what to add PLEASE LET ME KNOW this is more of a demo version for the newest chapter hehe <3

Simply choose a random sheet and play the game while reading a new chapter. Add the sheet to your reblog and share your results with me!! ⭐️

Bingo sheets under the cut ❤️

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Thank you so so much darling <3 your words mean the world to me 🥹🫶🏻

oh yeah, this will be a bit of a drama when chan and the whole friend group finds out :( especially of hyune ended things like this 🙃 (and yes they are friends)

I totally get you 😭😭 soft chan is the best!!!😔

Thank you lots for reading and interacting ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

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[t-0ne25]

I’ll reply with a huge “thank you destiny” to this 🥹🫶🏻 you’re so lovely. I’m happy you’re excited about this little story!! ❤️

I LIKE IT — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE CHRISTMAS CALENDAR

You know the difference between right and wrong—but you’re gonna do it anyway.

🎁 First, you’re getting ghosted by your situationship. Second, you lose your job. Third, your landlord decides to double the rent of your shared apartment. And it’s only Tuesday. Luckily, your friend and roommate Chan has a crazy idea that might solve (most) of your sudden problems—start a streaming channel to film spicy videos together while earning some money. What could go wrong, right?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates; rest of ot8 is part of the story and their tropes will be revealed throughout the story [chapters, warnings and taglist info under the cut]

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K/~30K

the incredible banner is made by the lovely @cherrrywon 🍒 // the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

CHAPTERS:

[1] — CRIMSON | [2] — ??? | chapters will be updated daily from 1st to 25th December!

🔥CONTENT WARNING: smut tags will be specified for each chapter, alcohol consumption, cyber sex work and discussion of morality behind that, different feminist takes/perspectives on sex work, commitment issues, financial problems, flawed characters and that makes them human [might add more later]

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: what would be christmas without tan’s interactive calendar? 2 years ago, I introduced the first interactive fanfic to stayblr and it’s been such a great time ever since. I’m taking a different route with this one and hope you will like it—it’s spicier but also a more serious take on a trope that’s super popular and that I adore so much too. taglist requests will only be taken in account by blogs with an age indicator, pfp and header and that actively reblog/comment/interact with fanfics! please comment here on the masterlist if you wish to be added. thank you so much. thanks for all the support, I love you so much. have a wonderful time 🫶🏻

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

[t-0ne25]

JEEEEESS 😭😭😭 i’m so endlessly sorry for only replying now to all your feedback but pls know that i’m always looking forward to your reblogs, in fact, they make my days :(

First of all that quote, thanks for appreciating it and as a queer person myself who falls in love with everyone lol you can tell I relate too (which is why i wrote this)

lmaooo dad choices. yes sure 😭 that would have been quite a different plot 💀

I’m so happy you’re so excited about my little story <3 ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

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[t-0ne25]

Thank you so much my dear <3 This is incredibly kind of you !! ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

[t-0ne25]

Oh this means so much to me seriously!! Thank you for still giving it a try despite not reading interactive fics <3

I appreciate it a lot ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

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Thank you lots for your words <3 I’m glad to know you’re already enjoying it ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

[t-0ne25]

thank you so much for reading and interacting my dear <3 I hope you will be enjoying this little story ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited