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omg hi a fellow not lady who loves bang chan as much as i do!! i love your fics sm theyre the only male/gn reader stuff i can find for him, especially for the smut

speaking of... id like to send in a request

chan x male reader smut where chan has a huge praise kink:) maybe theyre already bfs and theyre in the studio then reader casually compliments him, notices how much it affects chan, and things escalate

First ever request yay~!

I get you dude, I've been living with reading afab/fem reader for Chan but is not the same 🙃 so, to all male readers starving for some Bangchan content, I am here to serve you!

|Bang Chan x Top!Male!Reader|

|Weak For Praise|

•Lime•

Warning; praise, semi-public (you're in his studio), thigh riding, cum eating, established relationship, bottom!chan, top!reader, nicknames (puppy, good boy, baby)

Word Count; 1.5k

This wasn't meant to happen. It was just a casual, passing compliment, the usual thing (M/n) did, and yet somehow, this time he realized just how much Chan actually liked getting praised.

Accompanying Chan in his studio wasn't rare, the male actually liked having (M/n) around whenever he was working on music, sometimes another's person view on a song could really help him, especially if he got stuck, ran out of ideas, or just lacked the inspiration. And that's exactly what (M/n) was doing now.

He was attentively listening to the new track Chan was working on, and it was safe to say he was vibing with it, even if there was something in the beat that didn't quite fit just yet, most likely because the track was still unfinished and fresh, but it was good and Chan realized that when he saw the wide smile on (M/n)'s face.

Taking the headphones off once Chan paused the track, (M/n) gently patted Chan's curly hair, "You did so well, baby, it already is such a good song," it was an innocent praise that didn't mean to mean something else, but Chan felt how his face started to heat up, his ears burning red soon enough.

He blinked a few times and looked down at his hands, playing with the sleeves of his oversized hoodie.

"Thank you, (M/n)," his voice was weak, just loud enough for the male to hear him.

(M/n) thought his reaction was a little odd, so experimentally, he moved his hand to scratch the curls on the back of his head, seeing how his body shivered at his touch, a small, muffled moan releasing from his throat, loud enough for (M/n) to hear him, and he decided why not tease a bit about it.

"My little puppy likes it when he gets praised, doesn't he?" Leaning closer to Chan's neck, (M/n) saw instinctively how he tilted his head, giving him free access to his beautifully unmarked skin, "Good boy," he whispered in his ear, soon pressing his lips on his neck, leaving kisses that lingered on his heated skin a bit too much.

Chan whined, squirming on his chair and pressing his thighs together for a moment, "I'm... a good boy?" He asked breathlessly, obviously wanting- needing the praise from (M/n).

And smirking when he noticed the subtle neediness in his voice, (M/n) made Chan look at him straight in the eye, his warm brown eyes unfocused, a dazed, desire-filled look in them.

"You're my good boy, Channie," whether it was because of his words or his voice, (M/n) heard loud and clear the needy whimper Chan released, and gently holding his face in his hand, he closed the distance between their lips, kissing him with fervor and passion, their love not needing to be spoken for them to know.

Lowering his hands to hold onto Chan's chair armrests, he spun him around, breaking their kiss and smiling when Chan whined, wanting to connect their lips again.

Sweetly pushing his curls back, (M/n) held Chan's hand in his, making him stand up and walk toward him, patting his lap in a silent invitation for him to straddle his hips. Slowly, Chan placed one knee on the couch, next to (M/n)'s thigh, and the male smiled at him, reaching his hands to hold onto his hips, slowly guiding him on top of him.

Chan rested his forearms on (M/n)'s shoulders, his fingers playing with strands of his hair. (M/n) tilted his head slightly, his hands still holding onto Chan's hips, his eyes trailing down just enough to stare at his plump lips, of course, Chan wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted so it didn't take him long to lean down and press his lips on (M/n)'s.

Unable to hold back his smirk, (M/n)'s hand moved slowly until they were resting on Chan's ass, subtly squeezing his cheeks and making the male on his lap whine. "(M/n)~" Chan moved his hips, grinding against (M/n)'s clothed cock, letting out a soft gasp when he felt the male's erection pressing between his legs, "I want you..."

Licking his lip, (M/n) pressed Chan's body closer to his, inching closer to his neck, "There's nothing to prep you here, puppy, I don't wanna hurt you," squirming on his lap, Chan trailed his hands down to (M/n)'s chest and further down to the waistband of his sweatpants, his fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock.

"I'll be fine, I just need you, (M/n), please..." He whispered breathlessly and (M/n) really had to bite his tongue to hold himself back, thinking of something that could distract Chan for a while.

"How about you ride my thigh instead, baby? Then I'll give it to you for as long as you want once we get to my apartment," he moved away from Chan's neck enough to look at him in the eyes, "What do you say, puppy? Are you gonna be a good boy and obey?"

Feeling shivers running down his spine, Chan nodded and shifted his weight until one of his knees was in between (M/n)'s legs, keeping a subtle pressure on his cock.

Smiling at the curly-haired male, (M/n) slowly started guiding Chan's hips on his thigh, paying close attention to the small sounds he released, short gasps and breathless moans coming out right next to his ear once he buried his face back on Chan's neck, leaving kisses on his skin.

The feeling of (M/n)'s warm breath made Chan grip the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt, letting out a needy whine as he grinded his hips faster, harder, his cock twitching inside his clothes, drops of pre-cum wetting his underwear and staining through his pants.

"That's my good boy, look at you, riding my thigh and letting out such pretty moans, baby," (M/n) pressed a trail of kisses up his neck and cheek until he reached Chan's lip, pushing his tongue inside when Chan slightly opened his mouth, whimpering when he pulled back, "I wanna see you cum, puppy, can you cum for me?" Releasing a desperate whine, Chan shook his head, trying to get more stimulation on his cock, but it wasn't enough.

He needed more than just grinding, he needed to get fucked on this damn couch. Right now.

"I can't-" he mumbled, pulling harder on (M/n)'s clothes, "I can't cum... (M/n), please I wanna cum," his eyes were filled with tears, his hand clumsily reaching for (M/n)'s cock, attempting to pull it out and just take it in, not caring about the pain he'll be feeling the next morning, "I need to feel you... inside me, please~ it hurts..."

Taking a deep breath, (M/n) contemplated obeying Chan's pleas, but someone could walk in on them at any moment and they couldn't be too loud, they will get caught, for sure.

So instead, (M/n) moved his hand and pulled Chan's pants and underwear enough to slide his hand in, teasing his leaking tip with his fingers, spreading his pre-cum over his shaft. Chan leaned over (M/n)'s shoulder, grinding his hips back and forth to thrust his cock into (M/n)'s hand, biting hard on his bottom lip to hold back a louder moan that was threatening to come out.

(M/n) jerked Chan off for a few seconds, slightly squeezing at its base before rubbing his tip, coating his hand with his pre-cum.

Chan wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s middle, muffled cries of pleasure filling the quiet room, "I'm gonna..."

"Is okay, baby, cum on my hand," a few more jerks of his hand had Chan closing his eyes tightly, his cum spilling out and staining (M/n)'s hands, some dripping down his length, "Such a good boy, so obedient, my precious Channie," (M/n) whispered next to his ear, pressing a kiss on his hair.

Taking his hand out, (M/n) stared at how Chan's cum slowly dripped down his hand, and he couldn't resist.

He moved his hand closer to his face and started licking the cum off of it, a slightly sweet taste to it, barely perceptive. At the sight, Chan couldn't hold back the high-pitched whine he released, feeling how only one orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy him.

"Can we... go now?" He asked in a whisper, and (M/n) smirked at him, kissing him and letting Chan taste himself in his mouth, making him whimper as he found the action way too hot.

"Since my puppy was a good boy, he'll get a reward," he held Chan tight against his body, letting him feel his hard cock, throbbing inside the confinement of his clothes, "Hopefully, you remember your safe word, right?" Without saying a word, Chan nodded, standing up with wobbly legs and fixing his pants, "Good, now make sure you get everything done and we can go."

Never has Chan saved a file and gathered his things as quickly as he did just then.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

|Bang Chan x Male!Reader|

•Fluff•

Idea inspired by a prompt; A leaning to kiss B, then pulling away but A tugs them and kisses A hard.

(M/n) and Chan were comfortably sitting in complete silence in Chan's studio. (M/n) was chilling on the sofa behind Chan, playing games on his phone while the other male was busy working on a song.

Occasionally, (M/n) looked up at him, from the way he was laying on the couch he had a nice view of his concentrated face. There was something so... incredibly attractive about seeing him working on his music, he always looked damn attractive, bare-faced or with makeup, of course, Chan always denied being good-looking, even less handsome, which kinda did bother (M/n) a bit, he wanted nothing more than have his crush love himself.

Yeah, (M/n) has the biggest crush on that only person he considered his best friend. He wasn't proud about that, but he tried to fight his feelings for quite a while, however, that didn't really seem to work, seeing as he was still deeply in love with the man.

He heard the faint sound of the song Chan was working on, just very faintly, an occasional beat loud enough for him to hear from where he was, so he leaned closer to him, observing over his shoulder at the screen his laptop was connected to, the soundtrack clearer as it came out through his headphones, it kind of a slow song as far as (M/n) was able to hear.

Feeling their close proximity, Chan turned to look at (M/n), who seemed really interested in the song he was creating, which yeah, was kinda cute and endearing, having the person you like interested in what you love really makes your heart flutter, and that exactly what Chan was feeling, his heart rapidly pounding in his chest.

"Wanna hear it?" Chan saw him nod a couple of times at his question, proceeding to take his headphones off and hand them to (M/n), who happily placed them around his neck, holding the headphones and pressing them slightly to his ears, waiting for Chan to play the ongoing track he was producing.

Going back to the beginning of the song, Chan played it and observed the screen for a few seconds, before turning his head to look at (M/n) again, whose eyes were staring at the screen, but he was listening attentively to the beat resonating in his ears.

The song had an erotic, sensual beat to it, the unedited instrumental sounded even sexier than Red Lights, and (M/n) felt a little embarrassed as he thought about what the lyrics would be. If it was gonna be a Stray Kids song, a 3RACHA song, Danceracha, or a Vocalracha song.

Damn, it may not even be a song that'll have lyrics for a few years.

But the song coming through the headphones made his body shiver, blinking as he glanced somewhere else for an instant before shifting his sight onto Chan. The black-haired male was still looking at him, observing his reaction closely.

Making eye contact with Chan always made (M/n) feel flustered and vulnerable, so he slightly trailed his sight somewhere else on his face, ending up staring at his pretty, plump lips.

Biting his tongue, (M/n)'s jaw clenched as he tried to hold himself back from doing something he would regret for the rest of his life.

However, his body didn't listen to his frantic mind telling him how doing such a thing would the end of him, leaning closer to Chan, his lips slightly parting open, his (e/c) eyes only focused on his soft-looking lips.

What snapped him back to reality was the sudden beat drop in the song he had forgotten he was still listening to, and he leaned back to his prior position. He licked his lips nervously as he glanced somewhere away from Chan's general direction, his heartbeat loud in his ears, mixing with the song that echoed in his brain.

But, as observant as he is, Chan realized every single thing (M/n) did, how he leaned closer as if he wanted to kiss him, but he especially noticed the burn he felt in his chest when he realized (M/n)'s eyes fixed on his lips, but the (h/c)-haired male leaned back before he could get closer. They would've kissed if only Chan would've moved a millisecond before the other male did.

Well, he wasn't gonna let this chance go to waste. He had been scared that he might've been reading into (M/n)'s actions and behavior toward him too much, but now, he got the hint he needed to take that step forward.

So taking a deep breath, his hands gripped the collar of (M/n)'s hoodie and pulled the male closer to him, pressing their lips together, desperation and longing were conveyed through the action, and with (M/n) caught incredibly off-guard, his hands hesitated for a moment.

But the feeling of Chan's lips moving against his was enough for his doubts to vanish into thin air, his hands placing themselves on his face as Chan's hands reached up to gently hold his face, the headphones sliding down and resting around (M/n)'s neck.

Neither of them know for how long they kissed, but they backed away when their lungs burned from lack of oxygen, and with their foreheads pressed together, they chuckled with eyes closed, tears gathering in them as the smiles on their faces grew impossibly wide.

"I..." Gently stroking (M/n)'s face, Chan hummed, attentively listening to him as he spoke, "I love you, Chris. So much."

Something about being called 'Chris' instead of Chan made his body shiver, getting covered with goosebumps. Briefly opening his eyes, Chan leaned closer and pressed a short, soft kiss on (M/n)'s lips, "I love you too, (M/n)."

The only thing audible in the studio was their happy laughter, not even muffled by the short kisses they continued to share for the next hour.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harrassment.

Word Count; 2.1k

Summary; Having everything that happened come at him with full force had Chan incredibly embarrassed, especially when he realized he kept (M/n)'s jacket in his room, practically covering it with his scent. This led the omega to lock himself in his room, and (M/n) just so happen to hear him working on a new song that he can't seem to stop repeating.

Chapter 5; Connected

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Damn was Jisung right.

A few hours later, while (M/n) was getting stuff ready to cook dinner since Changbin had come back a while ago, Chan walked out of his room all the way to the kitchen with his head down, his ears impossibly red, stopping near him with his jacket in hand.

That same jacket he gave to him the day before at the mall.

(M/n) did notice his jacket right next to Chan's pillow when they were laying in bed, having Chan's nose pressed against his scent glands, relaxing in his arms as he felt his scent.

And now that (M/n)'s jacket was practically dripping with Chan's scent he was extremely embarrassed about handing it back.

With a smile on his face, (M/n) grabbed the jacket from Chan's hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but then Chan had turned around and left the kitchen as fast as he could, heading to his room and locking himself inside.

(M/n) was able to hear Jisung snickering behind and he shook his head side to side, "Hannie, could you make sure nothing burns while I leave this in my room?"

Of course, Jisung whined at him like a little kid at the request, but he did it anyway, standing where (M/n) was as the alpha stepped out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom. Before walking in, (M/n)'s ears picked up a noise coming from Chan's room, without not wanting to interrupt, (M/n) opened his door and entered the room, closing the door behind him.

He rested his back against it as soon as he did, his nose itching to bring his jacket up to it. And he did it.

With shaky hands, (M/n) lifted his jacket up to his face and took a deep breath, pressing the clothing hard on his nose. The shivers that ran through his body made his legs weak, causing him to slide down to the floor, his body shaking and his heart pounding in his chest. But it wasn't arousal what he was feeling.

Even if life partners weren't a big thing anymore, they still existed. People finding the person they were destined to be with... yeah, Gen Z didn't like that, at all. Being bound to someone you know nothing about just because the universe said you're made for each other? Nope, don't like that, that's manipulative.

So yeah, a lot of people view this "soulmate" thing as something bad, having been said that those who are destined to be together will feel an immense attraction, an attraction that is hard to resist. (M/n) believed in life partners, having a soulmate sounded nice, but at the same time, it felt like a curse.

Lowering the jacket to simply press it against his chest, (M/n) released a deep sigh, feeling like he was laying on a cloud, his stomach fuzzy with butterflies, and he couldn't help but wonder by his both reacted this way just now, when he had been smelling Chan's scent since he moved in. It may have been because of the pheromones.

Or the single fact that there still was a bit of his scent mixing with Chan's and that's what made him weak, but he also knew that he was way too interested in Chan, and it hasn't even been a full week since he moved in with them, so of course, (M/n) wasn't in love with him... surely not.

Standing up with -still- shaky legs, (M/n) took a few steps toward the bathroom so he could put the jacket in the laundry basket to wash it some other day, but something in the back of his mind told him to place the jacket on his bed, and that's what he did, without a doubt. Rushing out of his room, (M/n) stopped before fully closing the door as he walked out.

His ears picked up a sound. The melodic sound of Chan singing.

Slowly as to not make any sound, (M/n) approached his room, hearing his voice in the quiet of his room.

"All that I want is you..." (M/n) held his breath, paying close attention to the lyrics he sang, "Even if I'm a fool... Why do I fall for you?" Chan's voice was followed by sounds of mouse clicking, and (M/n) was about to leave, to let him work on his music, but Chan added another line, "No turning back once we're connected."

Taking a step away from the door, (M/n) decided to go back to the kitchen now, Jisung was probably freaking out about not burning dinner anyway, and he left, replaying the lyrics in his head, those now stuck in his mind.

Walking into the kitchen, Jisung looked at him and whined, "Finally! I was about to scream for you to hurry up," holding a chuckle, (M/n) apologized to the omega and took his place to keep cooking dinner.

All the while, his mind was still back with Chan's voice, and he couldn't help but repeat the lyrics to himself over and over again in a low tone of voice, and a good ten minutes later he was done cooking. (M/n) went to Changbin's room knocking on his door.

"Dinner's ready!" (M/n) heard the sound of Changbin rushing out of bed, followed by the door opening and a flash of a black shirt and red pants ran past him straight to the kitchen, where Jisung had been setting the kitchenware and utensils on the dining table after (M/n) told him to before walking out.

And now, the alpha found himself standing in front of Chan's room again. He released a deep breath he didn't even realize he was holding and knocked on the door, repeating.

"Dinner's ready, hyung!"

(M/n) waited for an answer but he only heard the sound of clicking, which let him know he was still awake, just maybe really focused on the song he was producing. He tried knocking again but nothing, so hesitantly, (M/n) opened the door.

Even though it wasn't the first time he was in Chan's room, but it was the second and both happened on the same day. His LEDs were turned on, the light changing from blue to purple to pink, it looked really pretty. (M/n) realized he was getting distracted by the lights, so he got closer to Chan, who was sitting on his deal with his headphones on, focused on the screen of his laptop, working on the music for the song, his stand mic next to him.

And seeing how concentrated he was, (M/n) knew he wasn't gonna hear him if he just called him again, so instead, he placed his hand on his shoulder gently, still startling him.

He lowered his headphones around his neck and turned his chair to see that (M/n) was standing behind him, looking at him with an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, I... didn't mean to scare you, hyung," Chan felt his face heating when he saw (M/n), whether it was because of his scent, his embarrassing behavior hours prior, or due to the song he had been working on, he didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

"I-it's okay, did... did you need anything?" He asked, clearing his throat.

(M/n) blinked a few times, his eyes observing Chan's face, enchanted by his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, at that moment the idea of liking Chan didn't sound so surreal anymore.

"Oh, no, just uh... dinner is ready," he answered, and he swore he saw Chan's expression change into a disappointed one, but it left as quickly as it came, so he wasn't sure anymore.

"Sure, let me just save this real quick, I'll be there in a few," (M/n) nodded and took a step back, maintaining eye contact with Chan who was also doing it.

Something deep inside (M/n) prevented him to leave, and Chan just kept trying to ignore the little voice in his head that begged for the alpha to stay with him. It almost felt like they were drawn to each other somehow. Even so, (M/n) managed to snap out of it and turn around to leave, not noticing the longing look in Chan's eyes as he saw him leave the room, a frown on his face as soon as the door closed.

He didn't like the feeling in his chest, wanting- craving to be close to (M/n).

And having kept his distance when the alpha moved in didn't work, and for some reason, somehow, having slept all night next to (M/n) triggered his pre-heat, after years of not going through it.

At first, after breaking the bond, he became easily sick, and his heat cycles were irregular, coming as often as twice a month or one time every three months, until one day, they just stopped. The sickness and his heat just stopped appearing, as they were never there in the first place.

Medics had told him that not even heat-inducing pills could cure him, fix him, and he hated the thought of being seen as broken.

Chan always knew his scent was a turn off for pretty much every single alpha he felt interested in, and without his heat, his scent became even more bland and unattractive, and his body no longer reacted to any alpha's pheromones.

And then he met (M/n).

Ever since then, his pheromones, his scent, had been going haywire every second of the day, and he figured ignoring the alpha wasn't gonna work, so he stopped. But now, being so close to him made him want (M/n) more, more than he's ever desired someone, and it scared him if he was honest with himself.

His only worry currently was... How was he gonna endure his heat now, all alone? It'll be stronger than ever and he's never been a man to just hook up with any strangers, usually, those poor excuses of alphas couldn't even satisfy his high libido.

Well... he should head to the kitchen before he started thinking about sex.

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Dinner time was cheerful and full of laughter and (M/n) was finally able to eat a whole meal without feeling his stomach turning at the sight of food.

He and Chan were sitting across from each other, their bodies heating up whenever their legs bumped under the table, glancing away with flustered expression when either one caught the other staring.

And now, Changbin and Jisung were washing the dishes, keeping quiet, and hearing how (M/n) and Chan were happily laughing in the living room. Jisung frowned but he was still holding back a smile.

"Maybe it worked too well, Binnie hyung," Changbin nodded, also listening to their hyung laughing so openly with an alpha.

"Maybe it was just a matter of time, they kinda work well together," Jisung nodded as well, before coming up with another brilliant Jisung idea.

"How much you wanna bet they end up dating after Channie hyung's heat?" The beta only looked at him disappointed.

"I'm not gonna bet anything when is obvious that's gonna happen, Jisung-ah, my parents are the rich ones, not me," and in complete silence, a pouty Jisung and a nonchalant Changbin finished washing and drying the dishes.

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In the lonely darkness of his room, (M/n) let out a sigh, a soft look in his eyes whenever he thought about Chan, his mind freshly replaying the memory of his singing voice.

"All that I want is you..." He sang quietly, slowly, almost as if he was just saying the lyrics, his mind flashing with images of Chan's smile, his red cheeks, and warm, dreamy eyes, and that alone made his heart pound in his chest, "Even if I'm a fool..." Even if he knew he wouldn't have a chance with Chan, he just couldn't help but like him, "Why do I fall for you?"

How couldn't I fall for him, he thought, I had to be an idiot to not devote myself to him, such a wonderful man, he turned on his side, tracing his fingers on the bedsheets, mindlessly drawing random patterns.

"No turning back... once we're... connected," a shiver ran down his spine at the very inappropriate image that clouded his mind and he released an embarrassed groan, burying his face in his pillow, "Think gross things, think gross things, don't be a pervert me," he mumbled over and over again, until eventually, he fell asleep.

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An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harassment.

Word Count; 2.3k

Summary; After finding out his best friend was looking for a place to move in, Jisung tried to convince (M/n) to move in with him, but after having the alpha avoid him, Jisung decided to simply drag him over to their apartment, where (M/n) met Chan in person for the first time.

Chapter 1; Meeting 3RACHA.

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(M/n) grew up hearing from people around him that he was different from other alphas, and he always thought that was a good thing, a bright smile on his face whenever he received such a compliment. After all, every alpha he's ever met was egocentric, self-centered, possessive, and toxic, that's why he thought it was a good thing that he was referred to as different.

But one time, when he was only a sixteen-year-old boy, he stopped to see the faces of the people that called him 'different'. Alphas, omegas, and even betas looked at him with disgust and disapproval.

That was the first time (M/n) thought that being different was a bad thing. And for the first time in his life, he felt disgusted at himself for also being an alpha that didn't meet anyone's standards.

In this world, alphas and omegas are naturally attracted to each other, their pheromones being responsible for this, making (M/n) feel as if his life as an alpha had already been decided by the universe, his destiny already decided, telling him to only fuck and procreate with omegas.

And he hated the feeling of wanting to follow through with that animal instinct. To claim an omega as his and impregnate them, over and over again, marking their body so everyone would know they were already taken.

On days like those, when his rut was dangerously close, he would lock himself in his room, beating himself up and the world for making him an alpha.

"Why couldn't I haven't been born as a beta...?" His whisper would vanish into thin air, not reaching anyone's ears but his, and he would go back to holding himself back until his rut was over. His senses were overly sensitive to everything, noise, taste... smell.

He lived like that for a few years, receiving judging stares from people who disliked his personality, telling him that whatever he did wasn't proper for an alpha like him, and he had enough.

Heading to the nearest pharmacy, (M/n) bought his first box of scent blockers. Translucent patches he had to stick over the scent glands on his neck, right below his ear, and he kept living on as if he wasn't an alpha, not really correcting anyone who assumed he was a beta.

It's better this way, he would always say, convincing himself that it didn't affect nor hurt him in any way.

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"Why didn't you tell me you were looking for a place to move in?" Jisung's voice sounded absurdly loud in his ear, making him frown as he leaned as far away as he could while having his best friend's arm around his shoulder.

"I didn't wanna bother you, hyung," Jisung dismissed his words with a sway of his hand, quietly muttering an 'aish~'.

"I thought I told you that the boys and I need a new roommate," (M/n) frowned and looked at the omega still hanging onto him.

"What happened to Hyunjin?" Finally releasing him, Jisung sat across from him in the caf�� they decided to meet up for some lunch.

Grabbing the cupcake on (M/n)'s plate, Jisung took a bit out of it, its frosting covering his upper lip and the tip of his nose, "He decided to live with his boyfriend or something like that," picking up the napkin under the now empty plate, (M/n) lifted his hand up to wipe Jisung's frosting stained lip and nose, making the male smile happily at his sweet gesture.

The instinct told (M/n) to take care of omegas, and Jisung was one, and he was pretty careless so it was something normal to him at this point.

"You would be living with me, Changbin, and Chan, wouldn't that be awesome?"

(M/n) didn't know much about Jisung's roommates, the only one he knew kinda well was Hyunjin, but him being two years younger than his best friend made it difficult to know Jisung's friends well enough. Changbin is a senior, Hyunjin and Jisung are juniors while (M/n) had barely started the year, making him a freshman. Now Chan was a different story, he knew only the man because of some photos Jisung showed him, the man wasn't a big fan of pictures but there were those rare occasions.

Chan had already graduated two years ago, and he worked in the music industry alongside Changbin and Jisung, forming the trio, 3RACHA. (M/n) heard a few of their songs, and he liked them, a lot, going as far as to ask Jisung for the file once the track was finished. The one single important thing that he knew about Chan, was that he was an omega.

And it may be rare however not impossible for an omega to be quite big and muscular, and that's exactly what Chan is. Or that's what Jisung always said about him. (M/n) wouldn't know, he doesn't know the male and he's usually wearing baggy, loose clothing so is not noticeable at all.

"So, what do you say?" And (M/n) remembered what they had been talking about, unwillingly on his part.

He doubted for a few seconds, wondering how he would feel if suddenly a stranger came to live in with him, "I don't know, hyung, I don't really know you're friends-" the male took another bite of the cupcake he stole.

"Not an excuse," (M/n) sighed at that and somehow came up with something to make the omega drop the subject.

"How about I go to your house, and meet your roomies? Then we can decide how everyone feels about it, okay?" Pondering (M/n)'s decision, he shrugged and nodded once.

"I already know I want you as my roommate anyway, and Changbin hyung will like you too," His words did very little effort in helping (M/n), after all, Jisung didn't say a thing about the male he was worried about.

Chan.

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After unsuccessfully trying to avoid Jisung, (M/n) ended up getting dragged all the way to the apartment he shared with his friends. He had been coming up with excuses to not go there for the past two days, but Jisung was smarter than he looks, and he ambushed (M/n) when he was walking out of his last class.

"I don't care if you have plans today, you're coming with me," and (M/n) realized he shouldn't have ignored his gut feeling telling him Jisung was planning something when he didn't even try to persuade him earlier in the day.

I can't believe I actually thought he gave up... He lamented to himself while letting himself get dragged all the way to his best friend's apartment. It was a good walking distance, he noticed, unlike the train he had to ride for an hour to get to college.

On the way upstairs to the second floor, Jisung mentioned that Changbin was the only one in the apartment since he only had morning classes and Chan went out, something about his job and going grocery shopping. And even if he knew the only other omega wasn't in the apartment, (M/n) knew his scent must be lingering inside, so before Jisung opened the front door he took a deep breath and followed his best friend inside.

Gently pressing on the scent blockers on his neck, (M/n) walked in and followed Jisung, looking around the place, seeing a few windows opened, probably to not make him feel suffocated by the strong scents of two omegas and the mild scent of a beta. At least he knew his alpha scent wasn't gonna last around for long once he leaves.

Wary of the place he was in, (M/n) kept his hands in front of him, holding his right wrist with his left hand, making sure not to take deep breaths too often.

Hearing a door opening, (M/n) peeled over Jisung's shoulder, seeing a rather short yet muscular man walk out of a room. That's Seo Changbin, (M/n) has seen him around a couple of times, and they have made small talk on a few occasions, but he didn't know much about the male.

"Oh, (M/n), I've been waiting for you, man! Jisungie said he was gonna bring you over but he never did," Changbin patted his shoulder hard, maybe a little too hard, and (M/n) had to hide his pained expression the moment he remembered Changbin not only lifts weights, but he also does boxing.

"I've been... busy with stuff," (M/n) ignored the look Jisung sent at him, that look that said 'you were obviously avoiding this, don't lie', but he didn't comment on his blatant lie.

They talked for a few minutes, mostly Changbin did and both males got to know a little bit more about each other. And Jisung came into the living, finishing what seemed to be a chocolate bar, neither realized that he had gone to the kitchen in the first place.

"Do you know when Chan hyung will be back?" And right before Changbin could answer Jisung's question, the front door opened, and an incredibly captivating scent reached (M/n)'s nose.

He didn't really feel Chan's scent before, especially with how subtle it was, but now that he was back in the apartment he felt it as if he was standing right next to him, presenting his neck at him, letting him smell him for as long as he wanted.

From where he was standing, (M/n) saw him as he closed the door and locked it, turning around with his eyes down on his phone, the same hand that held the keys. A backpack hanging off his shoulder and a grocery bag in his hand.

And suddenly, he stopped abruptly before taking another step forward, his nose twitching slightly as he frowned, his nose caught the scent of another person. Not quite sure what they were since it was very weak and subtle.

He looked up and made eye contact with (M/n), who stared at the floor, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring so shamelessly. Jisung ran at Chan and brought him further into the living room, and seeing them standing next to each other, (M/n) noticed that Chan was the tallest of the three.

Wrapping his arm around Chan, Jisung extended his arm in (M/n)'s direction, who kept shyly looking somewhere else that wasn't Chan's intense stare, "Hyung, this is (M/n)~!" Chan seemed confused at Jisung's words, and he turned his head to look at him.

"Your alpha friend?" The way Chan said the word 'alpha' made (M/n) frown slightly, keeping his head down as he felt hurt by the tone of a complete stranger. He could already tell Chan didn't want him there.

(M/n) heard Jisung sighing and after looking up, he saw his friend sending the older male a disappointed look, "Hey, (M/n) is not like all those brainless alphas we've met, he's actually kind and thoughtful," (M/n) saw how Chan seemed to be skeptical about that, but he let out a short sigh.

"Is he our new roommate?" (M/n) only shook his head a couple of times, giving a negative response to the question.

"I'm not-"

"That's the plan~!" Rudely interrupted by Jisung, (M/n) looked at his friend with a tired look.

"Jisung," he said with a neutral tone of voice, making the male look at him with a wide smile, but (M/n) proceeded with his response, "I'm not sure, I don't wanna rush things and make you guys uncomfortable," even though it seems like I already did, he couldn't help but comment to himself, the clear look of disgust and disapproval on Chan's face, the same expression that made him hate being an alpha.

Changbin realized (M/n)'s mood and he walked closer to him, patting his shoulder again, only more gently this time.

"Well, I don't mind you living here, you're kinda cool," with those words muttered, Changbin beckoned Chan over to them, "You'll like him once you get to know him, hyung."

Frowning unsure, Chan took a deep breath and sat his backpack on the couch before heading to the kitchen, most likely to place the groceries away.

"Fine."

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For the next hour and a half, (M/n) was awkwardly sitting between Changbin and Jisung, rarely getting into a conversation with Chan, who still seemed a little unsure about getting close to him, physically and personally.

And with that, (M/n) couldn't help but let that small voice wonder why such a beautiful omega reacted that way once he learned he was an alpha, the instinct telling him to protect and reassure him of whatever uncertainty he may have, and (M/n) mentally beat himself over for that.

That was the same behavior other alphas had, thinking that they had to protect omegas because they were weaker, and inferior to them, and (M/n) didn't like that.

In the end, not wanting to make things even more awkward and uncomfortable for Chan, (M/n) said goodbye, all the while keeping his distance from the older omega and he left the apartment, mentally preparing himself for the long journey back to his house.

Looking out the train window, he wondered if he should become their roommate or just keep living in his parents' house, he couldn't bear knowing he would make Chan feel uncomfortable in his own house.

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For the following week, Jisung kept bothering him every chance he got, finding him every break to ask him if he already decided to move in with them, and at some point, on an impulse to make the male finally shut up, (M/n) accepted.

He was worried about Chan the most. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about the omega, seemingly liking him more and more, despite only seeing him in person once.

He was especially worried since it seemed he liked Chan more than Chan seemed to like him, and he was scared of what could happen with their cohabitation.

(M/n) didn't voice his worries and concerns, and like that, he moved in a few days later.

But if (M/n) would've known that living in that apartment was gonna make him act like those alphas he so deeply despised... he would've refused without a doubt.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

|Vampire!Bang Chan x Human!Male!Reader|

•Fluff&Angst•

Word count; 9.1k words.

A Thousand Years songfic.

Living in the 1800s wasn't exactly easy. With barely running water and no sources of heat, everyday life became tedious and dreadful, the long hours spent working under the scorching sun of summer caused many people to have heatstrokes, passing out from the heat. The lack of strength in their bodies, having problems remembering stuff, lack of motor control, all of that were signs of dehydration, and working such an arduous work for over twelve hours sometimes just wasn't enough to get enough water and food to survive the night.

(M/n) was one of those people, always humble and noble, and commonly known as the black sheep of his family, all because he'd rather give to those in need than take from those who struggle with their everyday lives. (M/n) wasn't exactly part of any loyal family, but they were of high status, and he didn't want anything to do with the rest of his family, always looking at others from above, with haughty looks on their faces. (M/n) was more than happy living away from them, and even if he may be struggling with food and water, he was still living life the way he found most comfortable.

However, one day, his parents dragged him out of his small hut, and forced him to clean up, told him to get dressed up, and soon, they hopped on the carriage, and the whole way to wherever they were going was completely silent. (M/n) observed outside, making eye contact with all those people he once helped, the gratitude in their eyes now replaced with disgust, turning away to avoid eye contact with him.

Well, a wolf could never become a sheep after all.

He sighed and zoned out the rest of the ride, only snapping back when his father was helping his mother get out from the carriage, and he followed closely behind her.

Now he realized they were standing in the small villa surrounding the castle, only prestigious people in sight, people who had water, food, and plenty of heat sources around, and yet, they couldn't spare anything for the people dying in the suburbs, it made him mad, the frown on his face visible to anyone that tried to make small talk with him or even just look at him. (M/n) didn't want to be there, he still had stuff to do and yet, here he is, attending the royal ball unwillingly.

He did his best to ignore the people surrounding him and his parents, not really in the mood to listen to their arrogant, stuck-up personalities and lives of luxury. Even a man as educated and well-behaved as (M/n) felt the urge to punch them in their stupid faces every time they opened their mouths to talk about stuff no one really cared about.

Entering the castle with all the people of the villa, (M/n) cringed at the gold decorations around the salon, the big round tables filled with all sorts of food he could only dream of, and he felt sick at the sight of these people living as they were the only ones worth living. (M/n) couldn't take it, and right before his mother called him to introduce him to another rich family, he walked out the back door, leading to a huge, incredibly beautiful garden. The stone path lead to the center of the garden, a water fountain maybe a little too big there, there were stone benches and ceramic tables placed around the fountain, perfect for having dinner outside, and everything was surrounded by a wall of vegetation, flowers growing everywhere.

He couldn't deny it, it was absolutely wonderful, almost like a scene from a fairytale book.

(M/n) walked closer to the fountain and just stood there, feeling the subtle splashes of the cool water on the skin of his hands and face, a few small drops landing on his clothes. His mind wandered, asking himself how nice it would be if everyone in the world could be equals, no one better than the other, everyone holding the same weight and worth...

His internal existential crisis was interrupted by a chill breeze that almost knocked his tophat off his head, and he glanced to the side, seeing a blond male with curly hair standing next to him.

His stoic expression accentuated his sharp features, his black suit perfectly embracing his muscular body, not a single sign of dust on him, he was absolutely gorgeous, but the way he stood with his back straight was enough indicator for (M/n) to know that this male next to him belonged in royalty.

In fact, he's the eldest son of the Bahng Family, Prince Christopher, the next heir to occupy his father's throne.

Awkwardly, (M/n) looked away from him, internally hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear his erratic heart, relentlessly pounding against his chest. His body's reaction to being right next to an attractive man made (M/n) remember why he is the black sheep in his family.

His parents had been hoping to have a son, who would marry a beautiful young lady and give them grandchildren to continue their bloodline, but after giving birth to three daughters they deemed useless, he was born.

Only, he is not interested in dating, marriage, or having kids. Specifically, he's not interested in women. But if anyone found out-

"Do you dislike these events as well?" The voice of the Prince snapped him out of his thoughts, turning his head back to look at him, flinching when he made eye contact with his warm brown eyes, even though they seemed to lack the bright shine of life.

"Well... yes, I will rather be in the suburbs helping people who struggle every day," he answered honestly, and he noticed how that seemed to get the Prince's attention.

"The suburbs? I've never gone there," (M/n) chuckled and reached up to take his tophat off, tired of the annoying weight on his head.

"I'm not surprised, living in this kind of place, you're not missing much, Prince," out of the corner of his eye, (M/n) realized Christopher had turned to look at him, and he glanced at him, their heights awfully similar, but (M/n) had to look slightly down.

"Well, if you allow me, I would like to see the suburbs someday," showing the Prince a small smile, (M/n) nodded.

"Any time you want, Prince Christopher."

Both males stayed there, just talking about trivial stuff, and things they disliked about their lives. Apparently, Christopher's parents weren't as tough and strict with him, allowing him to live his life until he had to take the throne, and his father was plenty healthy, so they were sure he was gonna be King for a long time.

Not only that, but every member of the Bahng Family gave away old clothing to people in the suburbs, once a week sending carriages to give away food and water to as many people as they could. (M/n) now realized who did all of that, and he was even more grateful that, even though they were royalty, they remained humble.

Such a great family.

(M/n) was having a good time spending his time with Christopher, talking with him as if they've known each other their whole lives, but his father's voice reached his ears, and as he turned around, he saw his parents standing by the door, looking at him with a serious look on their faces, of course, their frowns disappeared as soon as they realized who the male standing next to him was.

"Oh, Prince Christoper," (M/n)'s father took his hat off and bowed at the male while his mother lifted her skirt enough to bend her knees and bow her head.

Just then he realized he didn't greet the Prince accordingly, but that was the past now.

"Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), nice to meet you both," he walked closer and offered his hand to (M/n)'s father, shaking his hand with a strong grip that scared the older man, after that, Christopher reached his hand to his mother, gently holding her gloved hand and kissing the back of her hand, "Is there anything you need?"

(M/n) saw how his parents snapped back from the trance they were in due to Christopher's amazingly good looks, they looked at each other, silently asking each other who should talk, but ultimately his father decided to speak up.

"There's someone who wants to meet you, son," he looked at (M/n), who frowned as he could already guess what his father was trying to do.

He still believed his son was in a "rebellious phase" just because he didn't see the appeal in getting married and having kids, stubbornly trying to make his only son marry the daughter of a big family, close to royalty even.

"I'm not interested, father," the man clenched his jaw at having his words denied by his son as if they didn't mean they could have even more riches with this arranged marriage. However, the man decided he will have a talk with his son later and after bowing to Prince Christopher again, they walked back inside.

"Does this happens often?" (M/n) sighed and nodded, walking over to the nearest stone bench, just now realizing they had been standing the whole time they talked.

"I think getting married to someone you don't love is wrong, and growing up in this family made me realize that I just don't care about getting married," he said once both of them were sitting down, "My parent's marriage was also arranged, they don't love each other, they love being superior to everyone else."

Without knowing what to say, Christopher silently looked at the male next to him.

He could almost feel his stone-cold heart beating again, bringing a feeling of being alive to his immortal body, incapable of feeling his warm blood surging through his veins. None of that was part of him anymore, and it's been so long since he last felt alive.

But this male next to him seemed to have ignited something in him that he's never felt before.

Love.

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After that first time they met at the castle, (M/n) hasn't been able to stop thinking about Prince Christopher, even so, he couldn't just show up at the castle uninvited so he just stayed in his hut, helping people around whenever he could. And particularly today, (M/n) has been feeling really stressed, his father kept insisting on having him meet this girl but he kept refusing, putting up excuses he came up with on the spot, and those moments made him crave wanting to see Christopher again.

He was picking up boxes filled with fruits and vegetables from the floor when he heard the familiar sound of horseshoes on the pavement, and squinting because of the sun, he saw the carriage stop while a few men hoped down, boxes filled with different sorts of provisions in their hands as they approached people near their houses. It was at that moment when the man holding the rope around the horses' snout beckoned him closer.

(M/n) placed the box back down and dusted his hands on his dirty clothes, not really doing much apart from making the dirty fly up. The man grabbed an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and reached his hand out for (M/n) to take it. Frowning with confusion, (M/n) grabbed it and turned it around.

His eyes widened when he saw the embroidery of the seal. The Bahng Family's embroidery. And in neat calligraphy, the name Christopher Bahng caught his attention.

He looked up at the man again, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, sir," he smiled back with a small bow of his head and the carriage started moving again once the men hopped back in.

Turning around, (M/n) walked back into his hut and sat down on the worn couch in his living room, gently opening the envelope and taking out the letter inside.

He gently touched the letter before he started reading it. Christopher told him, with eloquence, that he had been wanting to meet with him again, and for longer this time. He explained how he had fun that day at the castle, even if their conversation was nothing but trivial, and he wrote about how much he wanted to become closer to him. (M/n) smiled at that, and he soon reached the end of the letter, making him freak out for a moment.

It was still early in the morning and he had so much work to do, but Christopher said he'll be taking the carriage to the suburbs to meet up with him. He didn't say anything about going out to do something in specific together, but he was covered in dust and dirt from head to toe, he couldn't possibly meet with a Prince looking like that, but feigning appearances wasn't something that (M/n) was fond of.

If Christopher was genuine about them wanting to be close, then he wouldn't care about his dirty, tattered clothing, his messy hair, and disheveled appearance, he rarely looked as well put together as he did at the castle, and with that in mind, he got to work again, deciding on taking an earlier break to try and freshen up a bit, wash the dirt off his face and hands along with changing into more clean clothes, just as tattered and parched up as the previous ones, but not as dirty.

And now, sitting outside of his hut, he saw the same man on the horse he saw earlier in the morning, only this carriage wasn't like the previous one, this was clearly for only people, not as fancy and shiny as it'll usually be, and the moment Christopher got off, gasps were heard from the people surrounding them.

"Is that Prince Christopher?!" The blond male turned towards the group of women in their mid-thirties that had come together in a circle, observing the male in awe. Christopher showed them his big, bright smile, the sight of his dimples making the ladies fawn at his attractive features.

(M/n) just observed with amusement from where he was still sitting.

"You'll make everyone fall in love with you if you keep smiling like that, Christopher," (M/n) said with a teasing smile, and the blond male looked down at him, a smug expression on his face.

"If that includes you, I might consider having a permanent smile on my face then," (M/n) felt his face heat up at the subtle insinuation, wondering how he could openly joke about something like that with another man. So deciding to just ignore his comment, (M/n) stood up and dusted his pants a bit, standing in front of the Prince.

"Well, what do you wanna do?"

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Their day was spent in quite a unique way, at least for Christopher. He helped (M/n) with his work, talked to quite some people openly as if he wasn't a Prince, got to know more of the suburbs, and most importantly, he learned a lot of things about (M/n).

He already knew the male was pretty much harmless and humble, but when it came to rich people treating others with contempt he could not let that slide. That kind side of him was what caught Christopher's attention, especially since he knew the (L/n) Family was quite wealthy, however, he was glad that the male was more human than a lot of people he's met for the past years.

From then on, he kept visiting the small town in the suburbs where (M/n) lived, joining him in helping others that needed him the most, his still heart seemingly feeling warm again, the ghost feeling of his heart beating always catching him off-guard.

He couldn't and wouldn't deny it, Prince Christopher may have fallen in love with (M/n), feeling alive again every time he saw his wide smile or heard his cheerful laugh. He was well aware of how society would look at him, how he would be treated just for being in love with another man, but he couldn't be bothered to care about any consequences.

His family accepted him just the way he is, and he had a hunch that (M/n) might also like him, his lingering touches on his arm whenever he helped him with work, or the longing looks in his eyes when he thought he didn't notice.

And yeah, he was absolutely correct. (M/n) found himself daydreaming more often than not, spacing out the moment he remembered Christopher's voice, his body shivering whenever he remembered his touch on his skin, and his heart pounding in his ears as he could almost hear the sound of his boisterous laugh. He might be scared, but he was more in love with Christopher than scared of the people in the town or even the villa surrounding the castle.

If nothing worked out as he hoped, (M/n) would have to do one of two things; leave town and never come back, or get married and have a "normal" life with a wife and kids, he didn't want to do any of the those, but he couldn't hold back anymore, not having Christopher was slowly eating him away. And like that, feeling determined, he waited for him outside of his hut yet again, this time more dressed up than usual, he had finished all his work the night before and early in the morning, so he had the rest of the evening free and he used it to get ready, gathering enough confidence and looking as nice and put together as he could with what he already had.

Hearing the horseshoes nearing his house, he looked up and bit his lip at the sight of the carriage. He glanced at the basket on top of the tree trunk he used as a table near the front door and he grabbed it, wiping his sweaty hand on his pants as he watched Christopher getting off the carriage.

They watched as it left, before looking at each other and showing soft smiles at the other.

"Well, what do you have to do today?" The blond rubbed his hands together in excitement making (M/n) chuckle, but he reached his hand out for the Prince to grab.

"I finished all my duties of the day just so we could do something else, Chris," gulping nervously, (M/n) observed how Christopher's eyes seemed to shine with adoration, gently placing his hand on his and letting himself be led away from the hut, further into the woods behind it.

They walked in complete silence for a few minutes, soon reaching the clear (M/n) had found the first night he reached the suburbs, the first time he ran away from his house after a fight with his parents.

"Alright, wait here, Chris," smiling softly at (M/n), Chris stood by a three, closely observing how the (h/c) haired male took out a cloth from on top of the basket and placed it down on the short grass. After setting everything for the little picnic (M/n) made, he stood up from his crouching position and walked over to Chris, holding his hand out again, waiting for the Prince to take it.

Observing (M/n) with adoration and love, Christopher held his hand, letting the male guide him to the picnic he set up in front of him and they sat down on the cloth.

The first hour went by with some idle chat, them talking about the week they had and funny memories they may have got since they last saw each other, and like that, the sun rays started hiding behind the tall trees surrounding them, making it seem like it was getting later than it actually was, and thanks to his good orientation, (M/n) was aware that the time barely reached 5 pm, so they could be out for a while longer, eating the remaining fruit in the basket before Christopher had to leave back to the castle.

Well... is now or never, taking a deep breath, (M/n) opened and closed his fists, feeling his palms clammy due to the sweat, clearing his throat, he looked up at the blond, who had just finished eating the last strawberry, "Christopher," he freaked out slightly at the trembling sound of his voice, but the warm look Chris sent him was enough to make him feel relaxed and at ease, "There's something I need to tell you."

Slowly licking his lips, Chris felt a little bit nervous, wondering what (M/n) might want to tell him. If it wasn't because something prevented him, he would've read his mind... well, actually no, he wouldn't have, he respects (M/n) too much to do that and he kinda liked not knowing what someone was thinking for once in his life.

"What is it?" Carefully, Chris placed his hand on top of (M/n), letting him know that he could tell him anything, at any time he wanted.

(M/n) looked at their hands for a moment, before gently interviewing their fingers together, leaning slightly closer and glancing up at his brown eyes again, "I'm... I'm in love with you, Chris."

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. The silence was dreadful, and (M/n) realized he's gonna have to decide what to do from now on, without having Christopher Bahng in his life.

But the world is filled with surprises. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but this one...?

This one might be the best surprise ever.

After (M/n) had lowered his gaze, Chris' free hand reached up to sweetly cup his face, wordlessly leaning closer and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. (M/n)'s eyes opened wide for a moment, but they closed as soon as he reciprocated the kiss, his hand holding tighter onto Christopher's hand while he reached his free hand up to his neck, holding him in place while the blond's hand moved to his hair, playing with strands of his (straight/curly/wavy) (h/c) hair.

Their kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it lasted long enough to make their bodies shiver from happiness, the ghost feeling of Chris' heartbeat could almost bring a dark blush to his face, feeling incredibly happy. He never knew he could be so happy just by kissing someone.

And (M/n) felt exactly the same way.

Breaking apart from their kiss, both males looked into each other's eyes, smiling sheepishly and letting out a giddy laugh before leaning in once more, unable to keep away from the other now that they'd kissed.

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To society's eyes and standards, Chris and (M/n) were just friends, they spend as much time together as they could whenever the Prince would come by the suburbs to help, earning him the love and respect of the people around him. They worked well together and it was more weird seeing them apart than glued to each other nowadays. Only they knew what occurred behind closed doors.

Loving each other greatly, where no one could judge them and point accusatory fingers at them, blaming them for deviating from the rule of nature.

(M/n) has seen families torn apart after finding out their children were attracted to their same gender, poor and wealthy families alike. The suburbs and the villa were the same in that regard. But thankfully for them, the Bahng Family was overjoyed to realize their eldest son had finally found love, and they supported them in every way they could.

Even so, no one could avoid the prying eyes of people who wanted nothing more than to ruin the (L/n) Family, all because of a personal vendetta against (M/n)'s father.

And like that, the rumour of (M/n) kissing another man spread as quickly as air, even reaching the castle.

In the backyard, taking care of her flowers, Chris' mother heard the loud mouth of people from the other side of her garden, gossiping amongst themselves like it was their oxygen. And the words that reached her ears made her breath get stuck in her throat, the watering can in her hand fell to the grass as a vision plagued her mind.

She saw how (M/n)'s parents barged in through the door of his hut, yelling curses at him for letting such a meaningless rumour spread like that, his mother telling him they already had a bride ready to get married, that he didn't need to get to know her, just marry her and the rumour would dissipate with time. (M/n) seemed angry and disappointed at her words, the plan they thought of being even crueler than everything they had ever done.

They would never accept (M/n) for who he is. He realized that now and he felt like an idiot for believing he could ever live a normal life without his parents always telling him what to do and how to be. Sighing, he looked down and nodded once.

"Let me use the bathroom first, mother," huffing an annoyed 'okay' they watched how (M/n) took a couple of steps until reaching his small bathroom. He stood in front of the shattered mirror and let some tears fall down his face, before catching sight of the window behind him through the reflection.

The sight of the woods behind his hut greeted him, and he didn't think twice before climbing through the window and running away from everything.

Chris... Chris... Christopher!

"Mom?!" The woman snapped back from her vision right after hearing the heartbreaking cry of (M/n) for her son, and glancing at her side, she saw him. Chris was gently holding her shoulders, probably preventing him from falling over during her vision, "Are you okay? What did you see?"

"(M/n)... He's running away, his parents..." Trying not to freak out at his mother's words, Chris took a deep breath and lead his mother to a stone bench, helping her sit down.

"Where?" Blinking a few times, she lifted her gaze from her trembling hands and looked at her son.

"To the woods."

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Never in his life has Chris run as fast as he did at that moment.

He jumped over the walls surrounding the backyard and sprinted in the direction of the woods, knowing by memory the way to (M/n)'s hut. When he arrived he heard the boisterous screaming of his parents coming from the inside, but he picked out the scent of his partner immediately and he ran after him.

It didn't take him long to find him, he was kneeling by the edge of the lake, his body slouched as his shoulder shook, the sound of his crying made Chris frown, feeling angry at the cause of his tears but the sadness he felt at seeing him break down was greater than his anger.

"Darling," he softly called out to him, approaching him slowly. (M/n) glanced over his shoulder and let out a choked sob, turning back to the water soaking his hands and part of his clothing, before wetting his face a bit, getting rid of the tears staining his face.

"What are you doing here, Chris?" He asked with a hoarse voice, barely looking at his partner as he kneeled next to him. His cold hands rubbed his back up and down, soothing his body and mind from the stress he was feeling. A smile stretched across his face, he had gotten used to feeling Chris' cold hands on him, not really bothering to ask him why he was always so cold, after all, his cold touch felt as warm as a fire, heating him up and silently letting him know he'll always be there for him.

Internally, he was grateful that Christopher showed up, but at the same time, he felt like a burden to him. Chris could live a normal life if he hadn't fallen in love with him, and now, they could never live in peace. Not as long as the world didn't change.

"I heard..." He trailed on, unsure of how he should explain that his mother had a vision about him, that's why he's here now, but apparently, his unfinished sentence was enough for (M/n) to understand.

Scoffing a laugh, (M/n) observed his reflection in the water.

"I'm so pathetic, I should've known this was gonna happen," Chris wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s body, holding him close as the male's eyes filled with tears once more, "I'm so sorry, Chris... I put you in this situation, and now- my- my parents..." Gently holding his face in his hands, Chris dried the tears that continued to fall down his face, leaning closer to him until their foreheads were pressed together.

"This is not your fault, darling, the world is not ready to accept that one can't choose who to love, okay?" Closing his eyes, (M/n) nodded once, still unsure and doubting Chris' words, "Why don't we...?" Stroking (M/n)'s hair, Chris made the male look at him again, "Run away? Forever?"

Frowning in shock, (M/n) pulled away from Chris, who seemed heartbroken at being denied in such a way, "We can't," was all (M/n) had to say, and now it was Chris' turn to frown.

"Why not?" Standing up and walking along the waterline, (M/n) shook his head from side to side, scoffing as he imagined an impossible life with Christopher.

"You'll be losing more than I'll ever be able to achieve."

And Chris realized why (M/n) reacted like that. He was worried about him. Him being a Prince and the next one to occupy the throne, and become King, his concern made him smile, letting out a chuckle that made (M/n) mad.

"Why are you laughing now?" He asked abruptly turning around, and Chris smiled at him, walking to close the distance between them, reaching for his hands and slightly looking up at him.

"You don't need to worry about my family, or me, (M/n), I have everything I could ever ask for..." Reaching his hands up to cup the male's face in his hands, (M/n) closed his eyes, flinching at the cold against his warm skin, but still leaning against his palm, "Right here, with you."

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For months, (M/n) and Chris lived in a small cabin secluded in the densest part of the woods, really close to the neighboring country's frontier. Christopher took him there, explaining that he found the cabin when he was a kid and had been fixing and repairing it whenever he needed, and it's been a while since he came back to it.

They cleaned around the place as soon as they arrived, and placed some dry logs in the fireplace, having some illumination in the single big room of the cabin. They hunted some animals that were running around and roasted their meat on the fire, boiling some water from a nearby lake so they could drink it later, and with their stomachs full, they laid down on the already dusted mattress.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, both of them facing the fire, its bright light already dimmed down quite a bit, leaving the room lit with a warm yellow colour illuminating their features. Nuzzling the back of Chris' neck, (M/n) placed soft kisses along his smooth pale skin.

"Chris?" He asked in a whisper, soon hearing the blond humming in response, "Marry me."

Caught off-guard, Chris blinked and turned around in (M/n)'s arms, his brown eyes staring at him with a dreamy look in them, shining under the warm light of the fire.

Reaching his hand up, he sweetly stroked (M/n)'s face, his thumb slowly gracing his lips with a love-filled look, "I would absolutely love that, darling," he responded with a tender smile on his lips, revealing his charmingly adorable dimples, "But... How?"

A sad look clouded (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes, his hand going up to hold Chris' hand, keeping it on his face, and he turned his head to gently kiss his palm and that simple gesture made Chris shiver, "One day... one day we will get married, honey, I promise."

Softly pushing (M/n) on his back, Chris got on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down, joining their lips in that sweet yet passionate kiss, conveying to each other how they in love they were.

That night was filled with love and adoration, not an inch of their skins untouched, leaving marks on each other's bodies as they shared such an intimate moment together, the silent promise of belonging to the other in mind and soul sealed by the last kiss they shared before falling asleep, comfortable staying in the safety of each other hold.

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After a whole year, (M/n) and Chris had established their new life in that cabin that slowly grew in size, hoping that someday, they'll be able to form a family, but if that didn't work, the cabin may serve someone else as a home, after all, that was just a house, because their home was wherever the other went.

They were living quite an easy, enjoyable life, until (M/n) suddenly became very, very sick.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he started having a cough and some high temperature, but he claimed he was feeling alright, he's dealt with stuff like this on his own for years, and he trusted his body enough to know he'll be feeling as good as new in a couple of days.

But that didn't happen.

Two weeks after the symptoms started, he could no longer get up from the bed, his voice a mere whisper, causing him pain wherever he tried to speak, having to rely on Chris to help him drink water slowly, he has been choking on air recently, and it was safe to say the blond was extremely worried. He had tried to go back to the villa and bring over a doctor that could treat (M/n)'s illness, but he didn't like the thought of leaving (M/n) by himself while he tried to get help, even more since his family was still looking for him to get him to marry a woman.

With the state the male was in, Chris was scared, really scared, he seemed like he could die at any moment, and the thought of a life without him brought tears to his face, sleepless nights staying awake to watch over him, holding his body gently as to not hurt him or cause him pain.

And one particularly bad night, (M/n) knew. He felt his life slipping away like a breath, and after a bad coughing fit where he ended up coughing a whole lot of blood, Chris started crying at the sight of his dying partner, who just showed him his gentle smile, his eyes lacked their usual brightness, but they looked at him with all the love in the world.

(M/n) slightly raised his trembling hands, and Chris leaned closer to him, staring into his eyes while his bottom lip trembled and tears ran down his face, "I love you, Chris... never forget that, okay?" His weak voice made Chris go into denial, biting his bottom lip and shaking his head.

"No... No, I won't- I won't let you die, (M/n), I can't..." He tried blinking the tears away, his hands shaking violently as he caressed (M/n)'s face and down to his shoulders, "You can't leave me, darling... you're- you're all I have," a cascade of warm tears ran down Chris' face, dripping from his chin and wetting the skin of (M/n)'s palms, "I can... I can save you."

(M/n) tried to laugh at his words, weakly drying the tears off his cheeks, sweetly stroking his blond curls, "Is okay, honey-"

Hardly swallowing his saliva, Chris spoke with a serious voice, "I'm a vampire," he looked into (M/n)'s eyes and continued before he could say anything, "I can turn you into a vampire as well, and- and we can be together forever, (M/n)," he whispered, his voice breaking the more he talked, hating the mere of thought of having to continue living without the love of his life, however, that was gonna become his reality soon.

"Christopher is too late now..." Feeling his still heart shatter, Chris looked down, biting his lip hard to prevent his broken sobs from escaping his mouth, "We'll meet again, okay? I could never forget you, Chris," showing (M/n) a trembling smile, he leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together, "I love you, so much..."

"I love you too, (M/n)," he whispered before pressing their lips together gently, soon backing away and realizing that his partner had stopped breathing.

His eyes filled with tears again, endlessly falling down his face and he held (M/n)'s lifeless body in his arms, screaming all his pain and sorrow away.

He stayed as long as he could sitting on the wooden floor, the mattress on the floor and he cried everything out. Now, with no more tears left to shed, he felt empty. The sun coming through the blinds made him realize it was already morning, the sun rays hitting something with a reflection, the bright light making him blink rapidly as he looked away for a moment.

And he saw that (M/n)'s ring was the cause. Taking a deep breath, he reached his hand and slowly took his ring off, the embroidery on the inside reading, 'We'll last forever, (M/n) & Chris'. Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Chris avoided crying again, and he took his necklace off, passing the silver chain through the ring, keeping it close to where his heart is, and he stood up, covering (M/n)'s body before grabbing his shovel, going to the clear where (M/n)'s confessed to him and he started digging a hole deep and big enough to bury his fiance.

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With (M/n)'s body cleaned up and well dressed, Chris placed a kiss on his forehead as he jumped down in the grave he dug, placing his body on the dirt, covering him with his favorite blanket, and he cried a few minutes more, completely silent before jumping out and burying (M/n).

He grabbed the flowers he picked up earlier, made a messy yet pretty bouquet with every single flower (M/n) liked and he placed them by the cross he made. His name, (M/n) (L/n) carved on the wood, and right next to it, the year he was born and the year he died, 1795-1820, barely having reached his 25th birthday.

From there, he walked into the suburbs, people gasping at the sight of Prince Christopher having returned, but no one dared approach him. It might've been the ominous aura around him, but the devastated look on his face was a clear enough sign to let them know that the Prince wasn't looking forward to talking to others.

He walked all the way to the castle, the world muffled in his ears, ignoring every person that tried to talk to him, and when he walked through the main doors of the place he lived in, the sight of his mother made him break down, running toward her like a little kid, hugging her tightly and crying the loss of his soulmate once again.

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Chris wasn't the same man after that, after spending the first couple of months in his room he finally decided to leave the castle. His family understood his grieving and gave him space, letting him have all the time he needed to heal.

But he'll never heal the deep wound (M/n) left in him after leaving this world. Even though he didn't need sleep, sometimes he did just so he could relive all those happy memories of (M/n), however after a while, his dreams became plagued with the image of his last moments, only turning more and more sinister, and now, Chris became afraid to sleep ever again, passing his hours plastering words on paper, expressing the feelings he couldn't and can't anymore.

The instant Chris decided to abandon the castle, he knew it'll only be temporary, he loved his family too much to just leave forever, but again, he needed time to himself.

The months soon turned into years and Chris was still holding onto the memory of (M/n), his ring hanging around his neck, his own ring still on his ring finger, waiting for his soulmate to come back to him. Maybe... in another life.

Chris constantly remembers the stories his parents told him, how they've witnessed reincarnation, and he held onto that small spark of hope in his chest, no matter how long he'll have to wait for (M/n) to be part of his life again, and hopefully, forever this time.

The wait was long, and even though he hasn't given up yet, Chris decided he needed to get his life together, and now, a hundred and ninety years later, he's standing in Sidney's airport. He witnessed how much the world has changed in nearly two centuries, realizing he contributed to some important inventions, how? He's not entirely sure either.

Walking out of the airport with only a backpack hanging off his shoulder, he was met with his younger sister, Hannah, who smiled at him and hugged him tightly. She had missed him for so long and now, finally having him in front of her again reminded her how their lives used to be.

"I missed you too, Hannah," the sound of his voice almost brought tears to the girl's eyes, but she held them back and walked towards her car.

"Come on, let's go home."

The car ride was filled with laughter and music, after years, Chris was finally showing a genuine smile and he felt glad that he decided to come back home. And he was only with Hannah currently, the thought of seeing his parents and Lucas warmed his heart, and -accidentally- reading his sister's mind, he found out they had a beautiful dog named Berry. She was so cute and cheerful, he couldn't wait to finally meet the cute canine.

It was safe to say that the greeting he received when he walked through the door was more than emotional, his parents hugged him as tight as they could, his mother crying in his arms, finally being able to see the face of her eldest son. His father was more composed, having a better grip on keeping his emotions to himself, hugging him even tighter.

Lucas jumped on him the moment his parents released him, and he cried for a while, clinging onto his brother like a koala, and that even made Chris tear up a little.

And finally, he saw her. The small dog had walked around the corner, tailing Lucas and curiously staring at the stranger surrounded by her family. Her eyes observed Chris as he carefully approached her, kneeling on the floor and reaching his hand out.

Growing up used to the sight of vampires, Berry found Chris' scent comforting and somehow familiar. With careful steps, she sniffed his hand and soon after, nuzzled it, placing her head under his palm, enjoying the gentle pets on her soft fur.

Surrounded by the comfort of his family, Chris chose to focus on the single one thing that has worked for him ever since that fatal day. He created music. His own personal way of conveying his feelings is by writing meaningful lyrics, making the soundtracks soul-touching, and the notes in the song making your whole body shiver as you can feel the raw emotion put in the music.

Something about making his own music made him feel safe and sound, as if nothing could go wrong ever again, and he even dared record himself singing or rapping the lyrics along the soft, slow pace of the song.

And somehow, he ended up finding himself making it big in the music industry a few years later, going by the name Bang Chan, he became the leader of a kpop group, Stray Kids.

Never has he gone through the amount of stress this job was making him go through, but even if his body was exhausted, his mind was erratic every second of every day, only feeling sadness whenever the anniversary of (M/n)'s passing got closer, taking the day off to connect with himself and his memories, observing the drawings he's made along the years. He even had a portrait of him done by Hyunjin, who found it fascinating how his hyung had managed to draw the same face by memory now, as if he actually met the male in his past life.

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Walking along the corridor, Stray Kids were heading toward the practice room JYP told them to meet him at, peeking in through the open door and seeing him in the middle of the room, the members of Twice were also in the room.

"Oh, boys! Come in," everyone walked in and Seungmin closed the door after being signaled to, since he was the last one in, "Well, I'll explain to you what I already explained to the girls," Stray Kids turned to look at Twice bowing at them in silence, and some members noticed two groups sitting at the back of the room, "I've been planning on making another survival show."

Felix seemed to shiver as he remembered the bad time he went through during the survival program SKZ did, and Minho rested his hand on his shoulder, sharing the feeling with the freckled male.

"And I wanted to change things up a bit, you'll be their mentors to help them get ready for a possible debut," the word possible weighed on everyone's shoulders, especially the trainees', "Twice would mentor the girl group, and Stray Kids would mentor the boy group, as easy as that."

Of course, it wasn't "as easy as that", the man was just giving his job to others because that's just how he is. Another tyrant in the entertainment industry.

"The filming would begin next week, so get to know each other a little better," he said heading to the door and leaving the room. Twice were the first ones to approach the girls who had already stood up and they stood in a corner of the room, while Stray Kids slowly walked towards the boys who were hesitantly standing up.

Chris wasn't too interested in participating in this project, he didn't want anything to do with JYP and his group projects, treating humans like experiments, but he couldn't do much about that, just obey.

"Hyung, isn't he the guy from your drawings?" Hyunjin whispered in his ear, and he blinked confused, looking up at the group, observing every single of them closely and finally, his brown eyes landed on a young male standing at the back, completely silent and slightly separated from his group.

Chris couldn't believe his eyes, he was seeing (M/n) again, in front of him. Alive.

Feeling a heavy stare on him, (M/n) looked up, immediately catching Chris' eyes, and like a movie, Chris saw every second of his life next to (M/n), the ring touching the skin of his chest feeling like it was burning as if it knew it was in close proximity of its original owner. He was unsure if it was actually (M/n), his (M/n), but the moment he saw his gentle smile he knew.

That was him, his soulmate. As if he wouldn't recognize that warm smile that made him feel alive, as if his heart was beating again.

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After getting to know each other a little better, the members of (M/n)'s group made their positions clear, even though everyone was kind of an all-rounder, they were better at something specific. (M/n)'s was dance, he was the main dancer of the group and Chris was absolutely mesmerized the moment he saw him dance.

The night they danced by the fireplace, or under the moonlight, even in the rain, getting soaked yet not caring about it... Chris couldn't help but space out, only snapping back when claps filled the silent room after the music stopped.

Now, (M/n) had to decide if he was gonna be a vocalist or a rapper, however, Chris found an excuse to talk to him and spend more time with him. His Korean needed some polishing so he offered to help him.

Being able to see (M/n) again had him mesmerized, having him so close making it hard for him to hold himself back, but he managed, after all, he wasn't sure if (M/n) remembered anything from his past life, especially because he was still unable to read his mind.

With days turning into weeks, the survival show was being now recorded and streamed on national tv. Months of training showed results, and round after round, everyone showed just how talented they are, making the decision of picking more and more difficult every time.

But the one that seemed the most promising, was (M/n). He constantly showed great improvement in his dancing, but he lacked confidence, something that made his stage presence weak, and opaque, adding to that the trouble he still had with the Korean language. Everyone saw his talent, and the potential he wasn't using.

Well, that's what Chris was there for.

The next round was proving to be one of the most difficult ones. Each group had to pick a song, and sing it, all with the purpose of showing great, powerful vocals from everyone, or at least, the vocalists.

Chris had been debating with everyone which song the group should sing, and (M/n) came up with a good one. One of his favorite songs.

(M/n) was left to rearrange the song, making the notes higher and longer, the tempo slower, good enough to fit the vocalists' voices, including his.

But that didn't seem to be working. Chris made it his job to help (M/n) with belting the highest note of the whole song yet, receiving help from Seungmin, Jeongin, Minho, and Jisung, who only gave him encouraging words whenever his voice failed him.

Every rehearsal was a waste of time, or that's what (M/n) thought. He wanted to do a good job, he wanted to prove that he could do big things, and achieve anything he set his mind to, but it seemed like a mountain too high to climb. Even so, he didn't give up, and by the time they were on the stage, each one of them having a reflector light up on their parts, (M/n) took deep breaths as his part got closer.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more," he listened attentively to the maknae's line, taking a deep breath to prepare himself mentally and physically, "One step closer."

"One step closer..." He harmonized with the youngest, waiting for the instrumental in his earpiece to reach his verse.

He gripped tightly onto the microphone, closing his eyes and letting himself be swayed away by the song.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years," the arrangement of the song made it so that the end part of the song would have the highest note, and even though he hasn't been able to achieve the perfect belting till now, he felt the emotions in his chest take control, "I'll love you for a thousand more."

Everyone was mesmerized by his voice, the raw emotion and pain made some people in the audience tear up, and Chris related to this song more than ever.

(M/n) belted that note beautifully and seemingly effortlessly, his eyes filled with tears as he spilled his heart with the song, images flashing inside his mind, all of them of a man awfully similar to Bang Chan.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me," he opened his eyes for the rest of the song, people gasping at the sight of his glossy eyes, his gaze landing on Chris who was also holding back tears, "I have loved you for a thousand years... I'll love you for a thousand more..."

The piano melody filled the room they were in, and (M/n) tilted his head down, letting his tears freely fall from his eyes and onto the stage.

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After that wonderful round, the final approached quickly, and now an audience bigger than only their sunbaenims filled the room. School girls accompanied by their friends and parents, women in their twenties, captivated by the charms of the boy group, teenage boys, and young adults cheering for the girls.

Honestly, the public didn't have a favorite group exactly, both groups proved to be capable enough to debut and make it big, but (M/n)'s singing had gone viral worldwide, already having thousands of fans from outside Korea.

The final round soon began, music, singing, dancing, and cheers filled the room, and everything seemed to go by so fast to even realize that the audience had already voted for their favorite group.

And dramatically announced by JYP, the boy group, REBELS, had won the voting by less than ten votes. They had a group hug but (M/n) turned to the girls and bowed at them, and he was soon being tackled by them, their voices breaking from sadness, yet the bright smiles on their faces were enough to let everyone know that they weren't upset.

"You deserve it, (M/n), all of you do, so do your best and don't disappoint us," the leader of the girl group muttered in his ear and he nodded, hugging them back before being dragged by his group.

From the crowd, Chris observed how (M/n) was surrounded by everyone, chants of his name reaching his ears and echoing off the walls.

(M/n) was gonna debut and Chris was happy for him but, what was he gonna do now?

Well, he waited nearly two hundred years for him, he could wait a while longer... Or that's what he was hoping for, not really trusting his self-control when it came to (M/n).

this is the longest fic i've ever written, hopefully, it was good ☺

[bangchan-mytruelove]

Uhh, Chan if you read this... No, you didn't.

|NSFW Alphabet; Bang Chan|

•Smut•

Warning content; dom/sub!bottom!chan, top!amab!reader.

A• Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dom!Bottom!Chan; it takes him a few minutes before he sits up on the bed, his hands reaching for his underwear and putting it on, proceeding to gently stroke your face and push your hair back, away from your face, leaving kisses all over it, making sure you're feeling okay before getting up and heading to the bathroom to grab a hand towel so he could clean up the sweat off your body, soon after holding you close to his chest, knowing that the steady beat of his heart relaxes you.

Sub!Bottom!Chan; his body trembled on the mattress as he took deep, shaky breaths, getting down from the high of his orgasm, his eyes were droopy, barely realizing you had already cleaned his body and were now holding him gently, placing him on top of you, humming a song and playing with his curls. Chan felt safe in your arms, something that made him fall asleep quite quickly.

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B• Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Weirdly enough, Chan likes his lips, and it's all thanks to you, the way you praise him whenever his hips wrap around your cock is what makes his confidence burst through the roof, he gets so hard and wet at the sounds you make while he takes your cock.

And that's exactly what he loves from you, he just loves your body from head to toe, but your eyes... The way you look at him with a dark, lust-filled gaze is all he needs to feel good. The desire mixed with love and admiration never fails to make Chan's heart race.

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C• Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Chan's not much of a fan of getting covered in his own cum, so usually, he wears a condom and cums in it, making cleaning less tedious, but he loves it when you fill him up with your cum even if he has to get it all out before going to bed or continuing with his day.

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D• Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

More than once, he thought about getting caught by one of the other members or letting them watch their leader get absolutely railed on his bed, of course, he's never said anything about it.

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E• Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Well, even if Chan may not be a virgin anymore, which I believe he isn't, he would most likely have some experience with women, maybe he tried with a man once but it didn't go further than grinding on each other, so you'll be the first man he actually had sex with, even so, he's kind of knowledgable in the topic so he knows what to expect.

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F• Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

If he's being the dominant one, definitely cowgirl, he likes seeing you squirm under him as he fucks himself on your cock, he gets rather confident and he knows how to move his hips to make you go absolutely crazy.

However, if he's more in a submissive mindset, he loves the intimacy the mating press position gives, along with that, you're so incredibly deep inside him it makes his mind dumb, his body shivering as he melts under your touch, his words slurred as he's only able to let out whines of your name.

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G• Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Knowing this is an intimate moment where were embarrassing moment meant to occur, he tries to take it easy and be relaxed at the beginning, once that slightly awkward feeling is gone, he turns quite serious, but he enjoys it nonetheless.

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H• Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Just enough where it's not long and messy or too short, he trims it every once in a while but he's not too bothered by it if you're not either.

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I• Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

Chan gets shy very easily, and getting praises and compliments from you only makes him even more flustered, but the moment is really soft and romantic once he actually looks into your eyes, and you see the love shining in them as he stares at you as if it's the first he's ever laid eyes on you. When neither of you is going feral and fucking like animals, you make love, not fuck, and the intimacy of it all is enough to make Chan feel likes he's on cloud 9.

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J• Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Uhm, maybe two? Three times a week? It usually depends on his schedule, and how tired or stressed he is. Masturbate is not the first or the only thing he thinks about, when he was younger he used to jerk off a normal amount, whenever he got a chance, now that doesn't really happen but is not like he's mad about it, he doesn't really care honestly.

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K• Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink. Period.

I don't care if he's a top daddy to you, he could be a bottom daddy as well, he likes it more when he's domming you, it lets him know you really can't take his teasing and to be nicer to you.

Bondage is another one. Shibari, specifically. He likes seeing you with red rope wrapping your body, but he also likes being the one tied up, on you is usually more artistic, but on him is more for restraining him during sex, which he found out he loved, letting you use his body as you please, squirming under the restraints as he can't help but whimper at the friction against his bare skin.

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L• Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed. And his studio. Cliché, I know.

He likes the intimacy of making love with you, and he's more comfortable when you're in his room, on his bed, he feels safe. Of course, sometimes he also gets in the dirty mindset where he wants to get fucked, not caring if anyone could see or hear him, but usually, no one bothers him when he's in his studio after announcing he'll be busy with stuff, no one daring to question him why he's dragging you in as well.

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M• Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praises, and gentle, subtle touches.

Being told he did a good job makes him happy even if he already knows he's doing what he's supposed to do, but when you praise him as he sucks your cock, taking every inch deep down his throat or sinking his full weight down on your cock, holding onto you tightly, he can't help but feel horny whenever you praise him outside the bedroom.

The innocent touches no one pays attention to, like gently pushing his hair back, your fingers lingering on the back of his neck a little too long. Your palm is on his stomach as you lean on him while you laugh. Bumping your knee against his. Subtly pretending you're cleaning some invisible dust off his pants, sometimes going too far up his thighs. Kissing that specific spot under his ear. And well, yeah, when you squeeze his bum while making out, slapping is good, he's used to it, but feeling your hands gripping his ass always makes him release a needy whine.

All that gets him squirming, pressing his legs together for a moment before trying to push his clothes far down enough to hide his growing erection, or just keeping his hand there, acting very casual about it.

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N• No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything dangerous that could cause you pain. He doesn't like hurting you, he's too soft and nice for that. And threesomes, even if he fantasizes about being caught or looked at while being fucked dumb, he doesn't like the thought of someone else joining and touching him or you, especially if neither of you talked about it beforehand.

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O• Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a giver, everyone knows this, and he's pretty damn good at it, your guidance and reassurance paid off, his tongue and mouth making you moan in such a filthy way, keeping your warm cock in his mouth, feeling it twitching down his throat, making you cum embarrassingly quickly. Even so, he's not opposed to receiving, he likes it when you feel good and he found out that you too feel good when you watch him get off on your tongue, riding your face and looking down at you, your eyes glossy as you held tightly on to his thighs, preventing him from getting off.

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P• Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

With the busy schedule and tired body neither of you really has time for the other, but once every Blue Moon, when he's actually energized and has a few days off, he decides he wants to take his time, slowly grinding his hips down on yours, gently stroking your fave and telling you that you have all day to each other, there's no need to rush anything.

And there are days when he's stressed and mad and he needs to get his mind off of everything, telling you with a stern voice as he holds you by the collar of your shirt, "Fuck me until I can only think of your cock," and you do just that, enjoying his whine and whimpers of pleasure as he tells you to pick up your pace.

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Q• Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not the biggest fan of them, but if he's horny, you're horny, you're together and he has five minutes to spare then sure, a quick handjob or blowjob to get each other off before continuing with your day.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Occasionally, yes. He's willing to try pretty much anything before deciding what he likes and what he doesn't like. He especially liked the collar more than he'll like to admit.

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S• Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

As a dom, he can go for a while if he really wants to see you crumble, a smirk on his face as you, yet again, spilled your cum inside him.

As a sub, Chan can only go one round, two with willpower, is just that after the first round he's already struggling to keep his eyes open, his body trembling under your gentle touch, but you haven't cum yet even though he already came three times.

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T• Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Chan does not own any kind of toys, and he says he'll rather feel you touching and pleasing him rather than a toy, but he may allow you to put bullet vibrators on his nipples, they're really sensitive after all.

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U• Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This cheeky motherfucker.

If he puts his mind to it, he'll make you go feral, all the while keeping a smug expression on his face.

But of course, he knows when to give you what you want, even if that'll lead to him getting his insides rearranged.

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V• Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Fairly quiet, mostly whines and whimpers, occasionally, he would let out the sexiest moans ever, his head thrown back and his hands clenching the bedsheets.

Usually, he would be embarrassed to make any kind of noise, but he sees/feels your reaction to him being vocal in bed, he gets over that shyness in a matter of seconds, whispering in your ear how much he loves feeling you inside him, moaning your name and wrapping his arms around your neck.

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W• Wild Card (a random headcanon for them)

He's really into sexting. He doesn't usually send texts on a regular basis, but when he's horny and away from you, this is the closest thing he'll get from you for a while.

You bet he has a private folder in his gallery where he keeps every picture and video you sent him. Sometimes -with your consent ofc- he uses the sound of your moans to make a track that most likely would never see the light of day.

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X• X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, uh... Average length? Maybe a little above average? Like, 6 inches or so. Not exactly thick but veiny. (idk what else to add sorry)

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Y• Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kinda low? Sex is not the first thing he thinks about, he'll rather spend quality time with you just cuddling, falling asleep on your shoulder or you taking a nap on his lap while he works on a new track. But when he's in the mood... Uff, get ready.

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Z• Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After getting cleaned up, Chan may end up falling asleep pretty quickly, or you'll stay up talking for a while.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

|Bang Chan x Male!Reader|

•Fluff•

Idea inspired by a prompt; A and B are watching a horror movie together, every time there is a jumpscare B jumps and spills some of the popcorn. A ends up confiscating it but now, every time that B jumps they turn over and tuck their face into A's neck

Content; non-idol!bangchan, roommate!reader, reader calls chan 'hyung'.

It's safe to say Chan was expecting a cute, nice, and cozy Christmas movie that night, but he seemed to have forgotten the small detail that his roommate, (M/n) absolutely hates the holidays, any special day for that matter.

Yet he always seemed cheerful enough to celebrate Chan's birthday with his college friends.

For (M/n), the horror movie they were currently watching in the darkness of the living room wasn't scary at all, probably because he's watched it countless times before. La Llorona was playing on the screen, the only source of light in the room, illuminating their faces.

(M/n) was sitting on the couch next to Chan chilling, smiling when he knew a jumpscare was gonna come up, but his smile was soon replaced by a frown of confusion when some popcorn flew up and landed in his drink, "Chris!"

The curly-haired male sitting next to him flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, in complete silence, Chan curled on himself, looking even tinier. (M/n) sighed as he realized he didn't need to speak so loud, and he tapped Chan's shoulder a couple of times, reassuring him that he wasn't mad.

They kept watching the movie, but soon enough, Chan made popcorn fly up in the air again. (M/n) looked at Chan, who weakly whispered a small 'sorry' and he tried to keep watching the movies, but it was useless, Chan kept getting scared, popcorn comically flying up out of the bowl, but (M/n) wasn't laughing at that, he wanted to watch the movie even if he already knew every dialogue and jumpscare of it.

So reaching his hand over, he grabbed the bowl of popcorn and placed it down on the coffee table, as far from Chan as possible, "No more popcorn for you, hyung."

Chan whined and wrapped his arms around his legs, his eyes hesitantly looking at the screen, and finally, (M/n) was able to watch the movie in without flying popcorn, but the next jumpscare, the scariest one in the whole movie, made Chan jump.

His arms wrapped around (M/n)'s middle, his face buried in the crook of his neck, whimpering as tears started gathering in his eyes.

"Hyung..." (M/n) whined, trying to push the older male away from him but he couldn't, Chan's grip on him only getting tighter.

"I'm scared, (M/n)," he whispered, his voice breaking, and (M/n) felt bad for making his easily-scared hyung watch a horror movie, but also knew Chan wasn't gonna quit, after all, they made a bet.

So instead, he wrapped his arm around Chan's shoulders, holding him closer and soothing his shrieks whenever a scary scene came up, his grip warning him every so often of an incoming jumpscare, and Chan felt glad that (M/n) cared about him like that.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harrassment.

Word Count; Unfinished, over 15.7k.

Summary; Growing up being told he was different from other alphas made (M/n) happy, until they started looking at him with disgust because of it. He has never been accepted for who he is, but now, starting university, he's in need of somewhere he could stay, his best friend Jisung offers the spare room in the apartment he shared with two of his friends. He met Chan, an omega that didn't seem to like him, but unexpectedly, he couldn't stop thinking about the omega, possessive traits from alphas he despised surging up, making him feel conflicted and insecure about what he should do.

Chapters; 6/?

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Prologue;

Unsure if he'll ever be able to live comfortably as an alpha, (M/n) ends up finding himself strangely interested in the omega that didn't seem to want him near.

Even so, eventually, they find each other getting rather close after a night of bonding, and things between them just keep getting better and better, finding real, unconditional love in one another.

As if all the bad things that happened in their lives led them to meet. As if it was... Destiny.

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Chapters;

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

[bangchan-mytruelove]

An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harrassment.

Word Count; 2.4k

Summary; After an unexpected day, (M/n) finds out a small fraction of why Chan seems so wary about alphas, and having caught sight of that in the crook of his neck didn't help him. Even so, the rest of the day seemed to be going fine, seeing how he and Chan end up having a nice time together.

Chapter 3; The Start Of Something New

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Two days have passed and (M/n) is still thinking about Chan, unable to talk to him without feeling like he's unconvincing the omega and making him feel unsafe, so he had been keeping his distance for now. The day seemed like it was gonna like any other, but he always manages to jinx everything.

Somehow, that day at University, a lot of omegas seemed to be getting close to (M/n), maybe a little too close for comfort. More than once he graced his neck with his fingertips, feeling his scent blockers still in place, so he was confused as to why, all of the sudden, there seemed to be a surge of omegas interested in him.

An a certain, squirrel-looking best friend of his, found it funny to tease him about it. Playfully pushing and poking him, like a teenager teasing his friend about his crush.

"Damn, (M/n), you have omegas for days, man~!" He joked, knowing that of course, (M/n) would never do such a thing, watching with a wide, content smile how the (h/c) haired chuckled at his words.

But the smiles and laughs were cut short soon enough.

(M/n) didn't bother checking if the omega that pushed Jisung away was a male or a female, but hearing them calling Jisung a "worthless and useless omega" was enough to make (M/n) push everyone off of him, rushing to his best friend that started having an anxiety attack.

Holding his gently, (M/n) took Jisung further away, walking to a more secluded hallway, helping him sit on the floor and kneeling in front of him, "It's okay, it's okay, hyung, I'm here with you," he gently said, tilting his head down enough to make eye contact with him, "Look at me, Hannie."

Jisung looked at (M/n) who was showing him a reassuring smile, and he tried to smile back while gasping for air.

"Alright, Hannie, I need you to breath with me, okay?" Jisung nodded a few times, attentively looking at (M/n), "Great, take a deep breath," he took a deep breath as a demonstration, his arm lifting up as well, "And let it out," he released his breath while lowering his arm, Jisung imitated him with difficulty, "Okay, a few more times, come on."

(M/n) kept helping Jisung even his breath, and after a handful of times, the male seemed to have calmed a little by now, smiling at him, (M/n) sat by his side, now proceeding to tell him the same old story from his childhood that always made Jisung laugh, and it worked perfectly. In no time, Jisung was feeling better, but you had different classes now and his body was still trembling.

So taking off his sweatshirt, (M/n) helped Jisung put it on, the alpha feeling his heart warm at the sight of Jisung snuggling on it, his scent comforting him like it always did.

Standing up from the floor, (M/n) accompanied Jisung to his class, not really caring that he was running late to his lecture.

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This time, during lunch break, he was in the same café as usual, but Changbin was there now as well.

(M/n) had been wondering stuff all day, pretty much since he woke up that morning, even before that, back when he first met Chan. He had been holding back a few times from saying anything, wanting to ask both males that seemed so close to the omega, but he didn't.

Even so, both Changbin and Jisung realized he wanted to say something.

"Just say it," Changbin said taking a sip of his iced americano. (M/n) sighed and proceeded to look down at the table, a half-eaten bagel on a plate, his empty water glass, observing the design on the plate.

"It's about... Chan," he said his name hesitantly, he was unsure whether he should add -ssi to his name or not, they weren't close so calling him 'hyung' may be a stretch, maybe 'sunbae' could fit, even if he already graduated, he went to the same university as him so-

His internal monologue was interrupted when he realized how Changbin and Jisung were looking at each other, unaware of his internal battle and busier silently debating whether (M/n) should know about it. And ultimately, Jisung grabbed his bubble tea, nonchalantly responding.

"Chan hyung and I got played by the same alpha," after processing those words, (M/n) looked at his best friend with wide eyes.

"For real?" Jisung nodded.

"Something happened when Chan confronted him about it, and he doesn't trust alphas anymore," (M/n) gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as he wondered who could be such an asshole to play with the heart of such wonderful people? Even if Chan doesn't seem to like him, Jisung had told him plenty of stories about the omega, and (M/n) only found him impressive and someone to look up to.

"Fucking dickhead," he muttered to himself but both males sitting across from him heard him and they chuckled.

"Well, Felix beat the shit out of him for us," Changbin and Jisung laughed, bickering with one another about how he looked once Felix was done with him.

And (M/n) was left surprised again, "Hyunjin's boyfriend? That Felix?" Changbin nodded, seemingly proud of the angel-looking blond.

"He may not seem like it, but he's an alpha, and, has a black belt in taekwondo," with that information, he told himself to make sure he never makes the male angry or he'll for sure get fucked up by Felix.

Lee Felix really causes whiplash to anyone he meets.

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Walking out of campus once the day was over, Changbin and Jisung told (M/n) they had a group project with some classmates and they'll be meeting up in the public library. Without much thought, (M/n) nodded at them, taking the apartment key that Jisung handed him since he still needed to get a copy of it.

He watched as they left him alone to walk back to the apartment by himself.

He was so distracted on his way, that only when he was walking up the stairs he realized that Changbin and Jisung are cursing different years, so why...? Maybe joint classes...? I shouldn't doubt them, he thought to himself.

Sighing, (M/n) opened the front door, his body shivering when he felt Chan's scent. Why do I feel so attracted to his scent? Something about the coffee smell, mixing with mint chocolate and the strange combination it created with the leather makes me fucking-

Refusing to finish that train of thought, (M/n) looked up and he was met with Chan, who was just walked out of his room after taking a shower... completely shirtless, the towel around his neck covering his chest and catching the water droplets that dripped from his hair, and that's when (M/n) realized how muscular he was.

He couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight.

"Where are Binnie and Hannie?" Snapping back to reality, (M/n) opened his mouth to respond and he briefly looked down.

"Uh, they..." Looking up, he saw how Chan raised an eyebrow at him, patiently waiting for him to finish his answer, "They had a group project, or that's what they told me..." His voice got quiet the longer he spoke, Chan's gaze was intense and it made him even more insecure and submissive than he already is.

He wouldn't wanna know how intense his gaze would be if Chan was actually trying to intimidate him, and if he was an alpha? The thought made (M/n) shudder, avoiding staring in Chan's direction, still awkwardly standing by the door.

Of course, Chan felt the tension in the air, and the way (M/n) was seemingly stuck in place. Chan knew he got good at looking intimidating and scaring even more dominant alphas, but something about seeing (M/n) submissive because of him bothered him a bit, so relaxing his body a little, Chan called him.

"(M/n)," the alpha lifted his head to look at him, and (M/n) felt his heart warm when he saw Chan showing him a gentle smile, a pair of charming dimples showing up on either side of his mouth, "Would you like to watch a movie with me while we wait for the boys?"

(M/n) saw the opportunity to get to know Chan better, served in a golden tray, he couldn't help but nod enthusiastically, the bright light in his eyes making Chan chuckle.

"Okay, I'll go get some snacks ready, you can go change if you want," taking his boots off incredibly quickly, (M/n) rushed in the direction to his room.

On his way, he turned his head towards the kitchen, the one he had to walk past to get to the hallway where the rooms were, and he looked at Chan while he grabbed snacks from the top cabinet, his towel sliding just enough to let (M/n) see... a mating bite.

It was almost completely faded, the mark a light pink color almost imperceptible, but the light in the kitchen hit on it in a way that made it quite easy to spot.

The sight of that mark should've made (M/n) feel disappointed that such a beautiful omega was already taken, even so, he couldn't help but feel angry, whether because he was jealous or because he was thinking of that alpha that betrayed both Chan's and Jisung's trust, he didn't know for sure.

He just knew he had the instinctual urge to sink his teeth over that mark that seemed to be making fun of him, as if mocking him for not meeting Chan before.

A low growl resonated in his chest, but he clenched his fists and left for his room without letting Chan ask him if he was okay.

The omega shivered and squirmed in place, lifting his hand to his mating bite, feeling it burn under his touch.

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Trying not to slam the door or his room when he walked in, (M/n) ran his hands through his hair, frustrated at these possessive instincts. He had no right no feel possessive over Chan, he wasn't a thing to claim as his, even so, his blood felt like it was boiling inside because of his anger.

He walked to his bathroom, taking a deep breath before reaching for the faucet and opening it, splashing his face and down his neck with cold water, trying to cool down his heated skin.

Taking another deep breath, (M/n) hesitated as he lifted his head to look at himself in the mirror, flinching almost in pain at the look he had in his eyes.

He felt like a predator and he didn't like that.

Opening the cabinet behind the mirror, and grabbed the box with his scent blockers, he was running low on them and he knew he had to buy more soon, preferably the next day. Thankfully, his parents gave him some money when he moved out and they promised to send him money every week.

(M/n) didn't like that, but he had to accept it, he still had to find a job to help his roommates with living expenses, and he didn't like the thought of being a freeloader.

He took off the wet patches on his neck and reached for the hand towel to dry all the water away from his skin, soon covering his scent glands again. He took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, deciding to change out of his jeans and into a comfy pair of black sweatpants, putting on a hoodie over his shirt, now feeling a little more relaxed than a few minutes ago.

Walking out of his room and into the living room, (M/n) saw Chan sitting on the couch, now wearing a hoodie as well, and a bunch of snacks and drinks on the coffee table, Netflix showing on the tv.

(M/n) sat next to him, and the air was a little awkward, but Chan decided to break it.

"Is there something you wanna watch?" (M/n) glanced at Chan before looking at the tv, maybe his mind was still a little foggy, but he couldn't concentrate on any movie on the screen.

"I'm... fine with anything, really," he answered truthfully.

Chan scrolled for a few seconds, and soon he chose an anime movie he hadn't yet watched, A Silent Voice.

Both of them were silently enjoying the movie, but Chan kept glancing at (M/n), noticing the scent blockers on his neck when he shifted around on the couch, trying to get more comfortable. And before he realized what he was doing, his hand lifted and touched it, making the alpha slightly jump at the sudden touch.

"Why do you use these? If it's not too personal to ask," he muttered in a whisper, his eyes fixated on the translucent patch.

(M/n) took a deep breath, wondering how to tell an omega, the most discriminated secondary gender in society, that he wished he wasn't an alpha, so he decided to be honest.

"People always told me I was different from other alphas, and I thought that was a good thing but... everyone says that I'm a broken alpha and nobody would want something useless like me..." He weakly responded, and Chan felt so identified with him. And referring to himself as something rather than someone brought back painful memories from years ago.

All those times when people judge him for having a bigger, more muscular body than other omegas, like Hyunjin, who was slim and gorgeous, or Jisung, who was just so cuddly and adorable, but him? The only time where he didn't care about what others may say about his physique, was whenever he was at home, knowing no one would judge him for having a may body, painfully remembering how he used to beg to have a more omega-like body. Slimmer, thinner... prettier.

But what was omega-like anyway?

"Well, they're the weirdos for licking possessive, manipulative, dishonest, and egocentric pieces of shit alphas," his serious tone of voice as he spoke made (M/n) laugh, caught off guard by Chan's words.

Chan was sure this was also the first time he's heard (M/n) laugh or seen him smiling. It was nice. He felt warm.

But (M/n) felt how Chan was looking at him with an amused look on his face, "Yeah, that's one way to say the world is fucked up," and now it was Chan's turn to laugh.

Soon, they found themselves enjoying each other's company, the movie now long forgotten as they talked and enjoyed their time together.

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Sneakily walking into the apartment a few hours later, Jisung and Changbin found an incredibly adorable sight.

(M/n) was asleep on Chan's shoulder, and the omega had his arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"I told you it was gonna work~!" Jisung whispered excitedly, celebrating with a silly dance his victory. Changbin only rolled his eyes, painfully aware that he just lost fifty bucks over a dumb bet.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

u only write top reader!!!! i think this is my first time seeing someone only write top reader. lowkey refreshing.. i dont like bottom/sub reader much:/ btw i love ur fics sm theyre so good<3

could i request a smut with bottom!sub!chan, top!dom!reader where reader ties chan's wrists to the bed and blindfolds him so hes extra sensitive plssss

bonus points for a kink for marking (like hickies) or chest play

sry if its a lot my brainrot is horrible, just do whatever ur comfortable w/!! anything is amazing lmao

I-... I tried, okay 😔

|Bang Chan x Top!Male!Reader|

|A New Play|

•Smut•

Content Warning; sensory deprivation (bondage & blindfold), nipple play, marking kink, nicknames (baby boy, puppy, darling), mentions of a safeword.

Word Count; 1.5k

(M/n) was sitting on Chan's bed, resting against the headboard, just chilling in his partner's room. Surprisingly, with nothing much to do for the day, Chan was finally taking a break from working on music and was enjoying his time playing some games.

They were completely silent, not a single sound coming from the room and the whole dorm. Hyunjin had gone out to buy more art supplies, while Jisung and Changbin went to the agency. Jisung wanted to work on a song while Changbin went to exercise, leaving Chan and (M/n) alone.

Blinking a few times, (M/n) looked up from his phone, his attention now fully on Chan who had just called his name.

"Yeah, darling?" He asked, observing the shy smile that grew on Chan's face at the cute name. He shifted around on his chair until he was facing the (h/c)-haired male, fiddling with his fingers.

"I wanna try something... new," the tone of his voice was enough indication for (M/n) to know what he meant. He couldn't contain the smirk from growing on his face, now interested in what Chan wanted, setting his phone down, he leaned forward closer to him, his side pressing against the table on the right side of the bed.

"Well, what do you wanna try?" Without uttering a word but with an obvious blush, Chan stood up from the chair and walked toward his drawer, taking something out while (M/n) kept his eyes locked on his frame, silently waiting for him to turn around.

When he did, (M/n)'s eyebrows shot up. Chan was holding a red rope and a black blindfold. With an amused look in his eyes, (M/n) leaned back, holding himself with his hands on the bed.

"You wanna use those on me, or want me to use them on you?" (M/n)'s flirtatious teasing made Chan flustered, squirming in place and trying to maintain eye contact with him.

"I want... you to use them on... me," he answered in a whisper, shyly looking down.

(M/n) stood up from the bed and stood in front of Chan, lifting his head with his thumb and index finger placed on his chin, "You remember your safeword?" Chan nodded with a dazed look in his eyes, his sight locked staring at (M/n)'s lips, who leaned down and gave him a small kiss, "Good boy, now..." His hands slowly took the rope and blindfold from Chan's hands, stroking his hips gently with his free hand, "Get on the bed, sweetie."

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Gentle kisses and feather-like touches were left on Chan's body, electing gasps and soft whines out of him, his beautiful lips swollen from all their kissing.

Backing away slightly to admire the male under him, his fingers caressed his wrists, tied together fully trusting that Chan would not lower them, he was more of an obedient type when it came to bedroom activities, not a big fan of being a brat. (M/n)'s fingertips touched his skin, all the way down to his shoulders, gracing his skin and up to hold his face.

He smiled when he saw Chan's body trembling, the silk blindfold over his eyes making it impossible for him to know where (M/n) would touch him, making him more sensitive, his senses on high alert as he tried -but failed- to guess what his boyfriend would do.

Leaning closer to him, (M/n) pressed his lips on Chan's, a muffled whimper escaping him. He squirmed on the bed, letting out soft moans against (M/n)'s mouth, squirming on the bed and bucking his hips up, in an attempt to get some kind of friction. And that desire was, somehow, granted to him.

(M/n)'s hands had moved down his chest, his index finger and thumb gently pinching his left nipple while his free hand reached down his abdomen, further down his navel, his touch a simple grace on his wet tip. Humming, (M/n) broke their kiss, looking down briefly to see just how much pre-cum was oozing out of Chan's slit.

He was left amused when he saw a small puddle forming on his lower abdomen, and he couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Well, looks like someone is eager, hm?" Chan whined and squirmed on the bed, his arms moving but he didn't attempt to lower them, "Tell me, puppy, what do you want?"

Teasingly, (M/n) had moved his hand further down between Chan's legs, and his wet fingers were now pressing on his twitching hole, swirling it around, enjoying the whimper his boyfriend released at his touch.

"I want y-you... to fuck me..." He said in a whisper, loud enough for (M/n) to hear him, but he wanted to tease him a little bit more, a flustered Chan was always a delightful sight after all.

"Hmm? Sorry, beautiful, I didn't hear you," leaning down again, (M/n) placed a few kisses and gentle bites on Chan's chest, making his way up his neck, his fingers pressing a little bit harder which earned him a louder whimper from Chan.

"Please, (M/n)... fuck me, I need you," damn, how can I resist such an erotic voice.

"There's no way I can say no to you, baby boy," releasing Chan's perky nipple, (M/n) reached for the lube bottle hidden behind a bunch of stuff on his bedside table, he opened it and squirted some on his fingers and Chan's puckered entrance.

Carefully, (M/n) pushed a finger inside him, slowly moving it around to not cause Chan any pain, maybe only a small discomfort. Letting out a short whine, Chan spread his legs further apart, slightly lifting them off the bed, feeling only a little bit embarrassed by his action, but also quite disappointed that he couldn't see (M/n)'s expression right now.

Within a few minutes, Chan was already impatiently squirming, feeling a knot in his lower abdomen as he try to hold in his orgasm. (M/n) had been teasing his prostate since the moment he reached it, muttering it'll help him loosen up and relax quicker, a dumb excuse to simply watch him writhe under him. (M/n) could see how he desperately wanted to lower his arms and take his blindfold off, but Chan was too good to do that.

Even if he knew he wouldn't be punished, he didn't like disobeying orders, especially if those came from (M/n).

Finally deciding Chan had enough teasing, (M/n) pulled his fingers out, lowering his boxer shorts enough to take his cock out, pumping it a few times, smearing the remaining lube on his fingers on it to ease the penetration.

Holding Chan's thighs and bending down, (M/n)'s warm breath hit his neck, his lips gracing the shell of his ear.

"You ready, darling?" Whining softly, Chan nodded, pressing his knees against (M/n)'s sides.

"Yes~," he said in a whisper.

Pushing his cock inside him slowly, (M/n) groaned as Chan clenched around him, throwing his head back and releasing a loud, high-pitched moan that almost made the (h/c)-haired male lose control over himself.

"Fuck- move, please, move..." He whimpered, his legs now wrapping themselves around (M/n)'s hips and holding his body close, making his cock push all the way inside Chan's body. The male under him arched his back off the bed, his mouth opened wide and his body quivered on the bed.

The feeling of something warm and wet on his abdomen was enough to let (M/n) know that Chan came.

He was really sensitive that day, and he was sure it was because of the blindfold and the restraint keeping his wrists tied together.

Chan's hands gripped the pillow under his head, his breath ragged and uneven, "Why are you... so big~?" He muttered while trying to regain his breathing, "Your cock feels so good, (M/n)~, I... need more of you," Chan's mind was foggy, his body tingling at how sensitive he felt, and he lowered his arms, gently holding (M/n)'s after touching him a little bit, his covered eyes making it a little hard for him to know where he was exactly, but he managed.

Leaning up, Chan kissed (M/n), pulling apart a few seconds later.

"Give me all of you, love," (M/n) took a deep breath at Chan's words, slowly but surely thrusting in and out of his body, making him moan against his lips.

The sight was too much for (M/n), seeing Chan with his mouth open, his swollen and shiny plump red lips, releasing the most erotic moans and whines made him groan with need. Holding Chan's wrists, (M/n) pinned his arms above his head, reaching down for his neck, sucking on his skin and leaving purple marks on his beautiful neck, down to his collarbones and chest, where he took his nipple in his mouth and played around with it, swirling his tongue and nibbling on the perky bud.

Chan's moans grew louder with each second, (M/n) relentless thrusts and mouth were the cause, his mind was numb, his eyes filling with tears that started to slide down the sides of his face.

One thing was clear tho...

Chan wouldn't mind doing this again.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harrassment.

Word Count; 3.9k

Summary; He enjoyed having fun with (M/n) last night, but now, Chan is left as a flustered mess. The day turned out weird- unexpected, and later, Chan realizes why he had been feeling flustered the whole day. He hadn't experienced that sensation in over five years and he was unsure whether he should be happy or concerned about it.

Chapter 4; Chan's Strange Behavior

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Frowning as he tried to shake off the heavy feeling on his body, Chan opened his eyes, realizing he fell asleep on the couch... with (M/n).

The omega freaked out internally when he saw his arm was wrapped around (M/n)'s shoulders, the male having a loose hold around his waist, their bodies so close to each other Chan was able to feel his warmth, and smell their scents mixing together, such a nice scent making him sigh as he felt suddenly relaxed.

But even so, he was feeling really flustered by how close he was to (M/n), and he got up from the couch as fast as could whilst trying to not wake up the alpha. Chan felt his face heating up, his heart beating faster, and he was even able to smell his own pheromones.

That's when he realized he had to calm down, quickly. And like that, he walked into the kitchen, deciding he was gonna make breakfast to distract himself. What was he gonna make? He wasn't too sure yet, he'll come up with something... how about pancakes?

While mixing the butter, Chan tried to act nonchalant about how strong his scent was when Jisung walked into the kitchen, covering his nose with his hand.

"Are you in heat?" Chan spluttered, flustered, and caught off-guard at Jisung's words, but he cleared his throat, quickly putting himself together.

"No, no, I'm just..." He trailed on, unsure of how to continue his response, "I'm good, don't worry."

And at that moment, right behind Jisung, came Changbin and both of them walked to the dining table in the kitchen, checking their phones and talking occasionally while they waited for Chan to be done with breakfast. But right before he was done, (M/n) woke up, squirming on the couch and already struggling to breathe. He stayed still for a few minutes, trying to calm down his heating up body, the smell of Chan's pheromones clouding his senses as he struggled to get a grip on himself, his body, and his emotions alike.

He stumbled while he attempted to stand up, his muscles tense from sleeping all night on the couch, and after successfully fixing his ideas, he headed to the kitchen.

As soon as he walked through the door he felt his mouth watering, and it wasn't exactly because of the smell of food. (M/n) was salivating at Chan's scent that, somehow, felt stronger in the kitchen, most likely because he had been in the room for over thirty minutes already and the window was closed. Chan's scent intensified when he look at (M/n) from over his shoulder.

(M/n) closed his eyes and tilted his head down, not wanting to let Chan stare into his lustful gaze, especially not after having such a fun time together last night.

He silently walked closer to the table, sitting next to Jisung, muttering a small 'good morning' to both males, who only looked at him with sympathy, knowing how much he was struggling right now, and soon, a plate full of pancakes was placed in front of him.

He gulped at the sight, unsure if he was gonna eat it all.

(M/n) felt his stomach turning at the thought of eating breakfast, his body was already used to eating only one meal a day, usually dinner, occasionally some lunch, but never breakfast. He didn't need it, his body just didn't work like that anymore. Even so, he ate a few bites slowly, realizing that no one in the room knew about his problems with food, well, he wouldn't call it problems, he grew up poor so his body adapted to function with one meal every day, and he felt fine, usually more than fine.

He wasn't bothered by it, but he hated how others would look at him, believing he was putting himself through a ridiculously strict diet to lose weight.

One out of the four males had already finished his plate, and yet, Jisung was still hungry, and when he glanced at (M/n)'s still full plate, he just thought the alpha was overwhelmed by the scents in the room, his senses not working well at the moment.

"Can I eat yours?" He asked with his mouth full of pancakes, looking like a squirrel, a sight that (M/n) always found endearing, and smiling at him, he handed Jisung his plate who happily receive the food.

Silence... Silence... And more silence...

Until Changbin decided to break it, "Should we go out today? It's Saturday, and we don't have classes," Jisung nodded a few times, swallowing the pieces of chewed pancakes in his mouth.

"Sure, it's been a while since we've gone out together," Jisung added, and (M/n) just quietly waited for Chan's response.

The male only shrugged, swallowing his last piece of the pancakes, nodding, "I just finished the song I was working on, so I'm free."

Already deciding they were gonna go out and have fun, everyone went to their own rooms to shower and change.

The first one done was (M/n), who leaned against the couch while he waited for the rest of the boys to get ready. Less than a minute later, Chan walked out, the few splashes of colour here and there really obvious with his all-black outfit, just like him, they were almost matching.

Chan stood next to him, checking his phone, and (M/n) glanced at him, realizing that his scent wasn't as strong now, and he felt the urge to comment on it, unable to stop himself.

"Is it too rude if I ask you why is your scent stronger today?" Chan almost jumped at (M/n)'s voice, glancing up to look at the male who was looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

Chan hesitated a few times and eventually, (M/n) looked away, taking his silence as a 'yes, it is rude'.

But it turns out he's just an overthinker, and he's used to assuming people's emotions for them, traits of his personality he wasn't proud of.

"When I feel nervous or embarrassed... my scent gets stronger, it's always been like that," (M/n) blinked and nodded, opening his mouth to say something, but Jisung and Changbin walked out at the same time, both of them wearing more colour than the oldest and youngest ever will.

"Of course, you two are only wearing black," Jisung said after looking at them, shaking his head with disappointment.

"There are plenty of colours in the world, and every single one was made into clothes, you should try those for once," Changbin said with a smirk, making everyone laugh at his sarcastic comment, "Well, let's go~!"

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Deciding on the go, the group of four went to the mall, specifically, the arcade. They wanted to play games and have fun.

However, upon leaving the apartment, (M/n) started noticing the lustful, possessive stares of alphas whenever Chan walked close enough to them. And he opted to walk behind the omega, working as some sort of shield while Chan stood behind Changbin and Jisung, happily talking about whatever they were talking about. He only heard the words, 'track', 'beat' and 'lyrics', so he assumed they were talking about music, whether it was producing a song or vibing to one, he didn't know, too busy making sure Chan was safe.

And it only got worse when they arrived at the shopping plaza. Pretty much every alpha in the nearby area was looking at Chan as if he was a piece of meat they could munch on, and once they reached the arcade they separated, but even so, (M/n) trailed Chan closely, unable to focus in any kind of game for glancing at the omega, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth whenever an alpha approached him.

He felt anger boiling in his veins whenever one of those damn alphas would openly flirt with him, giving him the hard-to-resist urge to punch them.

And (M/n) just wanted to mark Chan with his scent, making it so no other alpha would get close, wanting to let everyone know he was already taken.

He hated that. Because he was thinking the same way those alphas did.

(M/n) couldn't even imagine what Chan was thinking, what he was feeling at the moment. He probably really unsafe and uncomfortable. But Chan didn't let that ruin his fun.

Later, at some point in the day, Chan and (M/n) were waiting for Changbin and Jisung, the omega had to use the bathroom and he didn't know where it was, so Changbin went with him. Neither of them noticed the heavy stares and the whispering of a group of three alphas in close proximity.

They only noticed them once they were getting a little too close, their vibes putting (M/n) off, and of course, Chan felt worse, smelling the arousal in their pheromones, and instinctively, he took a step closer to (M/n), feeling comfort when he felt his scent, but those alpha's pheromones and the scent blockers on (M/n)'s neck were covering most of it.

Even so, he felt a little better when (M/n) extended his arm in front of him, shielding him with his body, and the three alphas in front of them laughed.

"A broken alpha with a broken omega, how poetic," the tallest one said, smiling down at him. The words broken alpha triggered a core memory of (M/n)'s, and he recognized the alphas in front of him.

His high school bullies.

"What are you gonna do, (M/n)? Play the good boy role and take care of that omega? I could ruin him, using him as a mere toy for our enjoyment," a deep growl resonated in (M/n)'s throat at the dude's words, and in unexpected action, he reached his hands up, pulling his scent blockers off, his scent now overwhelming theirs, and also making Chan let out a quiet moan as he gripped onto (M/n)'s jacket, squirming in place and whining.

"Fuck. Off. I won't repeat myself," the alphas gulped and looked at each other with frightened looks on their faces, and without saying another word they left.

(M/n) instantly turned around, holding Chan in his arms while he tried to lower the intensity of his pheromones, calming himself and letting out a sigh, making his scent to be more comforting and safe, and Chan calmed down as well.

All the prying eyes of passersby looked away the moment (M/n) stared at them, moving on with their days.

Shivers ran down his spine the moment he felt Chan's arms hold tightly onto him, snuggling against his neck. In a way that he couldn't explain, Chan felt safe with (M/n)'s arms wrapped around him, a small content smile stretching his lips as he was able to smell the alpha's scent on him, glad he was able to feel his scent without the blockers, and he was able to smell different hints that he couldn't before.

(M/n) looked down at Chan, his face tinted a light pink as he seemed to be radiating happiness, and (M/n) glanced away, feeling his whole body heating up, silently begging that Chan couldn't hear the rapid pounding of his heart in his chest.

But eventually, they had to break away from their embrace, and (M/n) just couldn't bare the disappointed expression on the omega's face when he did, so he biting his lip, he took off his jacket, placing it around Chan's shoulder, helping him pass his arms through the sleeves, finding endearing how it fit him loosely, looking longer on his shorter body.

Well, having his scent on Chan was gonna make him feel safe and it was gonna prevent any more alphas from getting closer to him, so it was a win-win in his book.

Walking closer to them were Changbin and Jisung, who witnessed how (M/n) had placed his jacket on Chan, helping him wear it correctly. They saw how the omega smiled at him, showing his beautiful dimples.

Stopping next to them, they stared at (M/n) curiously, "Did we miss something?"

(M/n) and Chan glanced at them briefly before looking at each other again, and (M/n) shook his head, turning around to start walking, "Not at all."

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The four of them decided to walk around a little longer until they stopped to get ice cream, and now they were heading back to the apartment, however, on their way, (M/n) spotted a pharmacy that he hadn't seen on the way to the mall, so he told the boys that he had to buy something and to wait for them.

Already in the register, (M/n) placed the two boxes of scent blockers and a box of suppressors. He had never in his life encountered an omega in heat, and now, he was living with two. He didn't know if they endured it alone at the apartment or out with a partner, so he decided to buy a box.

At least, he should be able to endure it enough to not jump on them like a starved man.

The thought of doing that to either Jisung or Chan made his skin crawl with disgust.

His attention was brought back to the man in front of him, and he handed him the exact amount of money while taking his small plastic bag, passing his hand through the loops and wrapping his fingers around the bag, holding onto the boxes inside.

He walked out and he saw how the three friends were standing on the other side of the street, waiting for him to come back.

After checking both sides, (M/n) crossed the street, and they resumed their walk back home.

Arriving at the apartment kind of late, the boys decided on ordering takeout, sitting on the couch that was able to fit the four of them comfortably, and they ate while enjoying a few episodes of the Netflix series, Wednesday. Before long deciding they were tired enough to head to bed and sleep for the rest of the night.

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The next day was Sunday, and (M/n) walked out of his room after securing his scent blockers back on.

But the instant he opened the door and took a step out of his room, he got hit by an aggressive wave of pheromones dripping with arousal. The feeling of wanting to dig his teeth into the omega's flesh got stronger the more he smelled them.

And clenching his fists, (M/n) furrowed his brow and ran back into his room, stumbling on his way to his bathroom, grabbing the suppressants from the cabinet, and downing two of them with tap water. He closed the bathroom door and stayed in the cold room, glad that the doors made nowadays were made to keep scents in and/or out, and now he wasn't able to smell those enticing pheromones anymore, at least, until the pills did their job at helping him control his instincts.

(M/n) took a few deep breaths, moving closer to the window in the bathroom and sighing as he felt his body cooling down, and eventually, he walked out of his room yet again. He took careful steps until the stood outside of the hallway, right where the living room started.

And there, laying on the couch was Chan. He was sideways and his torso was against the backrest, not fully laying down on the couch. He was curled on himself, his body trembling as he let out soft whines.

(M/n) glanced toward the kitchen, and he saw a sticky note on the fridge. He walked in and took it, reading what was written on it.

'I have a group project, I'll be back later,

Binnie >.<'

And right under it, Jisung added something else. 'I went out to buy suppressants for Chan hyung, he's in pre-heat so be careful (M/n), I'll be back asap'.

Well, that explains-

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind. (M/n) swallowed, knowing that Chan was just overwhelmed by his pre-heat and he didn't actually want to be close to him, to an alpha, so he didn't let his cute, needy act distract him, even if he heard Chan release small sounds of content and nuzzling his back, finding his scent comforting, like he did the previous day.

But soon, Chan's hands started touching his abdomen over his shirt, and (M/n) knew he had to put some distance between them.

Holding his hands and pulling the away from his body, (M/n) spun around, keeping Chan at an arm's distance.

"Hyung, you don't want this... you don't want me, is just the pheromones," Chan only looked at him with a dazed look in his eyes, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks flushed. He looked adorably cute, and even if he wanted to hug him and have Chan cuddling with him, the sight of his mating bite was enough to control himself.

And making him remember that Chan, that gorgeous omega, was already taken.

"Why don't you call your partner...?" He added hesitantly while signaling to his neck, referring to Chan's bite, who only let out a bitter chuckle.

"That bastard marked me, telling me I was everything to him, and then he left me when I found out he was seeing Jisung behind my back," he responded with a tone of voice that intended to sound angry, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, his voice trembling while he wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his skin in a way of feeling some sort of comfort.

That really broke (M/n)'s heart, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, both of them heard the fumbling sound of keys outside the apartment before the front door opened. A frantic Jisung walked in, stumbling around the living room until he found Chan standing in the kitchen with (M/n).

"Hyung, I got you your suppressants-" Jisung stopped talking when Chan growled at him, clinging onto (M/n), catching both males off-guard.

Chan wasn't sure what he was doing, his mind foggy, and having an alpha close to him wasn't helping, the same alpha that protected him the day before from that group of alphas, and right now he wasn't really thinking logically, but he didn't want another omega close to his alpha.

He was sure that the moment he calms down he'll be regretting behaving that way toward Jisung, but this, all of this, was caused by the broken bond he has and he now has to live like that for the rest of his life after swearing he wasn't gonna fall for another alpha ever again.

Not because of his stupid omega instincts, he wanted to fall in love with someone genuine, someone who made him feel like himself, comfortable in his own skin. Someone who would love him for his personality instead of his pheromones.

"Hyung?" Jisung called him and (M/n) tried to back away, but Chan didn't let him go, and he sighed in defeat.

"I'm sorry, Jisung, I didn't know he'll be like this when I woke up," Jisung only smiled at him, realizing how (M/n) seemed to be assuming the responsibility for Chan's irregular heat cycle.

"Is not your fault, I should've told you before I left, but now," he took a step forward and then one to the side, placing the small plastic bag on the dining table, "You have to give those to him and take him to bed, he gets sleepy once the effect kicks in," and just like that, he walked out of the kitchen.

(M/n) was glad now, glad that Chan wasn't squeezing his middle anymore, putting pressure on his ribs and making him struggle to breathe. He was still holding onto him, his face on his neck, nuzzling on him and groaning when he wasn't able to press his nose on his scent glands. And (M/n) almost freaked out when Chan tried to take them off.

"Okay! Hyung, you need to take these," he exclaimed, gently pushing him away, and turning around so his back was facing the door, reaching his hand to grab the bag with suppressors.

"I don't wanna~," he said with a pout that melted (M/n)'s heart, "I want (M/n) right now," taking a deep breath and instantly regretting it when all he smelled was Chan's arousal, he ended up thinking if a solution that would help everyone.

Taking a step forward, he decided to "negotiate" with Chan.

"How about you take these and then, we can... cuddle in your room? If you want..." He started, soon doubting his words once he realized how dumb that idea was, of course, that only lasted until he saw stars shining in Chan's eyes.

"I will! But," he said taking a wobbly step forward, lifting his hands up to (M/n)'s neck, "You have to take these off," he gently rubbed the scent blockers. And not seeing another way out, (M/n) agreed.

"Fine, but only one," he saw how Chan crossed his arms in front of him, his cheeks inflating with a pout on his lips.

"Both or no deal," damn, so he's still somehow able to process stuff and make sense of them. Sighing again, (M/n) nodded.

"Alright, you win, now drink these," Chan nodded and grabbed the bag, taking the box of omega suppressors and looking at (M/n) he got him a glass of water, soon handing it to him.

Chan only took one since these were the only ones that worked for him over a year ago, and they were one of the strongest brands.

(M/n) took the box and Chan's hand before walking them to the omega's room.

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He would've never guessed just how clingy and touchy Chan really is, but he did now after having to endure Chan's pheromones while the medicine took effect in his body, and after an hour where Chan wrapped his limbs around his body and sniffed his neck every few minutes, he ended up falling asleep, and somehow, (M/n) was able to pry himself away from him, and Chan instinctively hugged the pillow with his scent, a small smile on his lips.

(M/n) walked out of his room, longingly staring at Chan while he slept for a few seconds before closing the door and heading to the living room where Jisung was sitting on the couch, looking at his phone, but he got distracted when he felt the alpha's scent, omega pheromones all over him.

"I'm surprised you were able to hold yourself back, being so close to an omega in pre-heat," he shrugged and sat down on the couch, Jisung lifted his legs and placed them over (M/n)'s lap, who started tapping a random rhythm on them.

"I took my suppressors too and I would never force an omega, anyone, to do anything they don't want," Jisung smiled at him and wiggled his legs on his lap as a way to show him he understood.

"Tomorrow he's gonna be so embarrassed though~," he said in a sing-song voice, and laughed when he saw (M/n)'s confused expression, "Channie hyung usually gets really affectionate when he's in his pre-heat, normally it wouldn't be bothersome, after all, we've known each other for years so Binnie and I are used to that kind of behavior, but he was clingy possessive with you and he's gonna be really, 'really' flustered about it tomorrow, or later when he wakes up."

And Jisung was right about that.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harrassment.

Word Count; 1.6k

Summary; Moving in didn't give (M/n) the best impression, and he decides to spend the rest of the night in his room, falling asleep. The next morning, he's feeling conflicted when he's told that Chan may have taken care of him, covering his body while he slept. (M/n) was confused, unsure of how he should interpret Chan's behavior toward him, and also, finding it hard to not think about him.

Chapter 2; Our New Roommate, (M/n)

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Being dragged pretty much against his will, (M/n)'s brain heard words but didn't process them as he would usually do, he was way too nervous and uncomfortable, "This is gonna be so much fun! We'll have sleepovers every night, we can watch movies together while cuddling, we can have gaming sessions, we'll throw the sickest parties ever-!" Jisung's excited rambling didn't stop until they walked in through the door.

"No parties, Jisung," they heard a sweet voice say, the same voice that (M/n) had been thinking about pretty much every night. Chan's voice.

Looking up from the floor, (M/n) was met with Chan's curious stare but watching him roll his eyes with a deep sigh.

"I'll be in my room," he muttered as he turned around and left the living room. Well, that really stung.

(M/n) was used to being rejected, especially by omegas and other alphas, after a few years he didn't mind it anymore, but somehow, having Chan reject him without saying a single word to him made his alpha shy away, whining in submission. He had no idea why he reacted like that, but the bitter taste of knowing Chan would never like him made him want to leave and go back to his parents' house.

Jisung didn't seem to realize Chan's actions, and if he did, he decided to simply ignore it and he dragged (M/n) further in. He smelled Chan's scent mixing with Jisung's, and Changbin's really subtle scent, and he would've had a hard time in that place if it wasn't because, with Jisung sticking right on his side, his scent felt stronger, covering most of Chan's omega scent, enough for his brain to function properly again.

Almost tripping over his own two feet, (M/n) followed Jisung who soon stopped walking, standing in front of a closed door, "Well, here's your new room!" Jisung announced as he proceeded to open the door to the only vacant room in the apartment, "That's Changbin's room, and this one is mine," he added, gesturing toward the door across from his and to the one next to it.

Walking in, (M/n) gave a glance at the room. The bed was in the furthest corner from the door, neatly made with white sheets and no comforter. A bedside table next to the bed, a door to an ensuite bathroom at the foot of the bed, and on the opposite wall an empty desk and a drawer next to it. The room was plain and it kinda made sense to him since Hyunjin had moved out about a month ago.

"Make yourself at home~!" Was all Jisung said before he left the room, closing the door behind him. (M/n) placed his few bags on top of the bed, getting stuff out to start arranging his things. He decided to start with the bathroom.

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Once he was done putting everything in its place, and noticing he only needed half of the drawer to put his clothes in, he took off his boots and lay on the bed, his nose picking up the smell of lavender and making him scrunch his nose at it. He's not much of a fan of lavender-scented things.

And while he looked at the ceiling, his stomach growled. (M/n) frowned and closed his eyes, not really feeling like walking out and facing Chan's disapproving stare, after all, he could go a day -a few actually- without eating. So after plugging in his phone to charge he lay on his side, facing the wall, not bothering to turn off the room light and he closed his eyes, soon falling asleep.

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Chan finished cooking dinner, and he walked into the living room, kind of expecting to see his three roommates playing video games on the tv, but only Changbin and Jisung were there, and at that moment, he realized he hasn't seen (M/n) since he came with Jisung earlier in the day.

Standing there with his hands on his hips, he looked over his shoulder, seeing that there was light coming from under the door of (M/n)'s room and he walked over, deciding on maybe just being nice to the alpha, after all, he is Jisung's best friend and he's heard plenty of things from the male.

He knocked on the door hesitantly, and after getting no response, he sighed, "Dinner's ready," still nothing and Chan kinda got worried when he thought something may have happened to (M/n), and in his mind, he excused his worrying as not wanting to have Bin and Hannie angry at him for not checking on their new roommate, "I'm coming in," he muttered loud enough for the male to hear him and still, no response.

Chan opened the door and peeked inside.

He saw (M/n) on his bed, still dressed and he sighed annoyed, thinking that he might've been ignoring him, so he walked closer to him. Standing close enough, Chan was able to smell his scent, his body shivering at being in close proximity to an alpha. Chan hated so much that his body reacted that way simply because he stood close to an alpha, there wasn't a day where he cursed his omega instincts to wanting to be taken care of by the alpha partner he was destined to have.

He didn't use to hate his secondary gender, but a lot of stuff happened to him when he was still a teenager, struggling to relieve the sexual urges he felt with every heat he went through.

Shaking his shoulders as his head got clouded by bad memories, he took one more step and leaned his body enough to see that (M/n) had fallen asleep. Something about seeing the male curled up in his himself made Chan's beat faster, the urge to keep (M/n) comfortable and warm took over him, so gritting his teeth and ignoring how his heart seemed to be beating in his ears, Chan walked to the drawer and took out a duvet from the bottom drawer.

Walking back to the bed, he gently covered (M/n)'s body with it, and his hand sweetly moved his hair out of his face, seeing him snuggling further into the duvet, a small smile on his lips as the frown disappeared from his face. Chan had to bite his tongue to get himself to move instead of getting in bed with the alpha, wanting to feel his warmth on his body. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned around, heading to the door and turning the light off before closing the door behind him.

When he walked back into the living room, Jisung looked at him over the back of the couch, "And (M/n)?" Something about Jisung knowing where he was made Chan's face feel warm, and he headed to the kitchen to avoid any kind of teasing from his younger roommates.

"He's asleep," he stopped at the door to the kitchen and looked at both males, still sitting on the couch, looking at them with unreadable expressions on their faces, "Dinner's ready, come on or it'll get cold."

That night, Chan definitely spend a while wondering why he did that for (M/n), and he knew it wasn't just to be nice, after all, (M/n) is an alpha... but he felt like that didn't really matter in this situation. Conflicted with himself and his actions, Chan stayed awake all night, working on a new song that could -maybe- help him express his feelings and insecurities a little bit better.

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The next morning, thanks to his internal clock, (M/n) woke up early. Although he most likely woke up because he was practically starving at this point, even so, he knew he wouldn't be able to digest anything until later in the day so he'll have to spend his day with an empty, rumbling stomach until he could eat something and not feel sick.

And in the internal debate about food, he realized something, not only did he fall asleep without changing into more comfortable clothes... he was also covered with a duvet. His first guess was that Jisung did it and pretty much convinced, he stood up, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed to his bathroom for a quick shower, taking the scent blockers that were already falling off on their own and their effect was probably gone by now.

He dressed in his usual style. Black. From head to toe, not a single hint of color on his clothes, only if it wasn't because of the design in his t-shirt. He put on a sweatshirt over and tightly tied his Dr.Martens before walking out with his phone in hand.

Hesitantly walking into the kitchen, (M/n) started looking for something he could eat later on the campus, but he saw a few containers labeled as Chan's, so he closed the fridge and decided on just drinking (hot choco/coffee/tea).

Holding the steaming mug in his hand, he leaned against the counter and saw how a sleepy Jisung walked in, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Did you put a duvet on me last night?"

Jisung blinked a few times and (M/n) waited until his brain processed the question.

"Nope, but Chan went to your room last night and told Bin and me that you were asleep, maybe he did it," well, Jisung had no idea the conflict (M/n) felt at his words. Despite really disliking his presence, Chan did that for him?

Maybe it didn't mean anything for the omega, but damn, did it make (M/n) flustered knowing that he did that even if there was no need to.

(M/n) stood there, drinking from his mug occasionally while Jisung stuffed his cheeks with some food he got from the fridge, soon being accompanied by Changbin, and after washing everything and putting it all back in its place, they left together for university.

The alpha trailed behind them, wondering why he was still thinking about Chan and asking himself how he could get the omega to like him, even if only as a friend...

Well, for now.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

|Bang Chan x Male!Reader|

•Lime•

Content warning; face sitting, rimming, dry orgasm, bottom!chan, reader has no pronouns or mentioned body parts so it could be read as gn.

Some hard thoughts about our boy Christopher.

!nsfw under the cut!

Thinking about having Chris ride your face for the first time.

He's not new to having his dick sucked or his ass eaten, but he had always refrained from putting his body on top of you, especially because he was worried about hurting you in any way.

Of course, you didn't give two shits about that.

You wanted him on top of you, on your face, his weight on you as it made you slightly struggle for air, but you didn't care. You wanted it.

And you got it.

Hesitantly at first, Chris kept himself held up on the headboard of his bed, barely putting any pressure on you, until you got frustrated and wrapped your hands around his thick thighs, pulling him down to have him actually sitting on your face.

Letting out a panic shriek, Chris tried to pick himself up, but the feeling of your warm, experienced tongue inside him made his thighs tremble, his upper body slouching forward, still holding onto the headboard.

He felt the vibrations of your groans as you heard him call out your name, mumbling it over and over again, one of his hands moving to hold onto your hair, gently pulling it as he closed his eyes, a dark blush coating his face and down his neck.

Your eyes observed him, the purple hue of his led lights making him look even prettier, and you closely watched his pleasured expression, making you hold onto him tighter, desperately thrusting and lapping your tongue inside him. Chris' moans turned louder and high-pitched, his eyes barely opening, tears of lust making them shine.

A choked whine left him, both of his hands now holding onto your hair, and you observed and felt how his body trembled, his thighs closing around your head and you saw how his cock twitched against his stomach, white pearls of his pre-cum slowly oozing and dripping down his shaft.

Just watching how Chris had a dry orgasm while being eaten out, made you groan as you came in your underwear like a horny teen.

Well, at least Chris had his head tilted back as he slowly recovered his breathing and he hadn't noticed your release-soaked clothing.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

|Bang Chan x Male!Reader|

•Fluff•

(With idol image I mean how idols don't usually behave or speak the same way that would do off camera)

Constantly, Chan had told himself this was wrong. His feelings were wrong.

Despite knowing that there was nothing wrong with the situation, and that his family and friends were very supportive when it came to that matter, Chan was still denying it over and over again, but every attempt was futile.

He fell in love with him. With another man.

(M/n) had joined JYPE as a trainee a few months ago, and he showed great potential, the only aspect he struggled with was his social anxiety, preventing from talking or simply making eye contact with anyone he encountered, leading to other trainees and idols thinking that he was being rude and full of himself, which wasn't true at all.

Chan was able to see (M/n)'s true nature and personality, occasionally seeing and/or hearing him practice. More than once he saw him dancing to SKZ songs and he found that kinda cute. Especially when he got frustrated at a specific step he couldn't do correctly.

That was how Chan got to talk to and know (M/n) better, slowly and little by little Chan became friends with (M/n), but soon that friendship turned into something more for him.

And with (M/n)'s debut approaching, Chan decided to back away a little more every time. Honestly, it hurt him. His eyes saw how (M/n) would stare at him like a lost puppy, but it was needed. Chan often got too nervous and shy around him, internally freaking out at the impossible thought of the male hearing his fast heartbeat. He felt shivers just looking at him, and when (M/n) touched him, even the slightest grace of their skin felt electrifying, his breath getting stuck in his throat whenever he saw his smile or hear him openly laughing.

But that didn't last for too long, he missed (M/n)'s presence so soon enough he was messing around with the other male, the members of their groups laughing at how they played around like little kids. Chan felt comfortable with (M/n), he was always so friendly and reassuring, and he felt like he could be himself.

He could be as unhinged as he wanted, and Chan really liked that, being able to drop the idol image was kinda nice. There really was nowhere he'd rather be whenever he was with (M/n), time seemed to stop when they were together, the time they spent together never seemed to be enough, and nothing mattered to Chan for that while where they were together.

And honestly, at this point, he was caring and less and less that (M/n) is another man and will soon also become an idol.

But one day, not sure why he did it in the first place, Chan found himself spending time in his studio with (M/n) who was also working on the lyrics of the debut song for his group. And... something about his concentrated expression made him move without thinking, he just really wanted to have (M/n)'s attention.

Tapping his shoulder a few times, Chan got closer as he saw how (M/n) started turning his head to look at him, and gently holding his face in his hands, Chan didn't think about it twice before kissing him.

Chan's whole body felt like it was burning, his heart beating loudly in his ears, shivers running down his spine, and goosebumps covering his skin, and for a split moment, Chan really felt complete. The doubts usually bothering him in the back of his mind were now quiet, and he no longer doubted his feelings.

To him, it just felt like everything made sense now, and the wondering voice inside his head finally got its response. Like another man wasn't wrong, not even in the slightest way.

There was no point in denying it anymore, anyway.

But the moment was short-lived, and even though it felt like it many minutes had gone by, the kiss actually lasted ten seconds, and Chan backed away the instant he realized (M/n) wasn't kissing him back.

"I-I... I'm sorry- I-" he muttered an apology, his trembling body struggling to stand up from the chair and leave his studio, but (M/n) didn't let him.

Holding onto Chan's forearm, (M/n) stopped him from leaving as he stood up from his chair too, pulling the male closer to his body, wrapping his free arm around Chan's waist, and leaning closer to kiss him back.

Chan stared at (M/n) with wide eyes, surprised at his action, but soon, he closed his eyes and held onto his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of (M/n)'s body pressed tightly against his.

There was no point in trying to fight this feeling of love, it was already too late for that anyway, besides, Chan seemed to have his feelings reciprocated.

[bangchan-mytruelove]

Here's the chapter I posted the other day by mistake 😬

An Alpha A Bit Different

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Pairing; Omega!Bang Chan x Alpha!Male!Reader

Themes; Omegaverse AU • Fluff • Smut • Angst • Enemies to Lovers(not really) •

General Content Warning; expected stereotypical behavior (for omega and alpha alike), mentions of past trauma, reader has a hard time eating, plot slightly based off of "connected", reader is younger (born in the 02) and taller than chan (about 5 inches/12cm), mention of anxiety attack, reader can't look at his own reflection, reader and chan are really insecure, reader has good parents (shockingly), mentions of hyunlix being canon, minsung mutual pining, harrassment.

Word Count; 2.4k

Summary; After an unexpected day, (M/n) finds out a small fraction of why Chan seems so wary about alphas, and having caught sight of that in the crook of his neck didn't help him. Even so, the rest of the day seemed to be going fine, seeing how he and Chan end up having a nice time together.

Chapter 3; The Start Of Something New

!please, reblog and leave feedback to let me know what you think about this fic~!

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Two days have passed and (M/n) is still thinking about Chan, unable to talk to him without feeling like he's unconvincing the omega and making him feel unsafe, so he had been keeping his distance for now. The day seemed like it was gonna like any other, but he always manages to jinx everything.

Somehow, that day at University, a lot of omegas seemed to be getting close to (M/n), maybe a little too close for comfort. More than once he graced his neck with his fingertips, feeling his scent blockers still in place, so he was confused as to why, all of the sudden, there seemed to be a surge of omegas interested in him.

An a certain, squirrel-looking best friend of his, found it funny to tease him about it. Playfully pushing and poking him, like a teenager teasing his friend about his crush.

"Damn, (M/n), you have omegas for days, man~!" He joked, knowing that of course, (M/n) would never do such a thing, watching with a wide, content smile how the (h/c) haired chuckled at his words.

But the smiles and laughs were cut short soon enough.

(M/n) didn't bother checking if the omega that pushed Jisung away was a male or a female, but hearing them calling Jisung a "worthless and useless omega" was enough to make (M/n) push everyone off of him, rushing to his best friend that started having an anxiety attack.

Holding his gently, (M/n) took Jisung further away, walking to a more secluded hallway, helping him sit on the floor and kneeling in front of him, "It's okay, it's okay, hyung, I'm here with you," he gently said, tilting his head down enough to make eye contact with him, "Look at me, Hannie."

Jisung looked at (M/n) who was showing him a reassuring smile, and he tried to smile back while gasping for air.

"Alright, Hannie, I need you to breath with me, okay?" Jisung nodded a few times, attentively looking at (M/n), "Great, take a deep breath," he took a deep breath as a demonstration, his arm lifting up as well, "And let it out," he released his breath while lowering his arm, Jisung imitated him with difficulty, "Okay, a few more times, come on."

(M/n) kept helping Jisung even his breath, and after a handful of times, the male seemed to have calmed a little by now, smiling at him, (M/n) sat by his side, now proceeding to tell him the same old story from his childhood that always made Jisung laugh, and it worked perfectly. In no time, Jisung was feeling better, but you had different classes now and his body was still trembling.

So taking off his sweatshirt, (M/n) helped Jisung put it on, the alpha feeling his heart warm at the sight of Jisung snuggling on it, his scent comforting him like it always did.

Standing up from the floor, (M/n) accompanied Jisung to his class, not really caring that he was running late to his lecture.

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This time, during lunch break, he was in the same café as usual, but Changbin was there now as well.

(M/n) had been wondering stuff all day, pretty much since he woke up that morning, even before that, back when he first met Chan. He had been holding back a few times from saying anything, wanting to ask both males that seemed so close to the omega, but he didn't.

Even so, both Changbin and Jisung realized he wanted to say something.

"Just say it," Changbin said taking a sip of his iced americano. (M/n) sighed and proceeded to look down at the table, a half-eaten bagel on a plate, his empty water glass, observing the design on the plate.

"It's about... Chan," he said his name hesitantly, he was unsure whether he should add -ssi to his name or not, they weren't close so calling him 'hyung' may be a stretch, maybe 'sunbae' could fit, even if he already graduated, he went to the same university as him so-

His internal monologue was interrupted when he realized how Changbin and Jisung were looking at each other, unaware of his internal battle and busier silently debating whether (M/n) should know about it. And ultimately, Jisung grabbed his bubble tea, nonchalantly responding.

"Chan hyung and I got played by the same alpha," after processing those words, (M/n) looked at his best friend with wide eyes.

"For real?" Jisung nodded.

"Something happened when Chan confronted him about it, and he doesn't trust alphas anymore," (M/n) gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as he wondered who could be such an asshole to play with the heart of such wonderful people? Even if Chan doesn't seem to like him, Jisung had told him plenty of stories about the omega, and (M/n) only found him impressive and someone to look up to.

"Fucking dickhead," he muttered to himself but both males sitting across from him heard him and they chuckled.

"Well, Felix beat the shit out of him for us," Changbin and Jisung laughed, bickering with one another about how he looked once Felix was done with him.

And (M/n) was left surprised again, "Hyunjin's boyfriend? That Felix?" Changbin nodded, seemingly proud of the angel-looking blond.

"He may not seem like it, but he's an alpha, and, has a black belt in taekwondo," with that information, he told himself to make sure he never makes the male angry or he'll for sure get fucked up by Felix.

Lee Felix really causes whiplash to anyone he meets.

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Walking out of campus once the day was over, Changbin and Jisung told (M/n) they had a group project with some classmates and they'll be meeting up in the public library. Without much thought, (M/n) nodded at them, taking the apartment key that Jisung handed him since he still needed to get a copy of it.

He watched as they left him alone to walk back to the apartment by himself.

He was so distracted on his way, that only when he was walking up the stairs he realized that Changbin and Jisung are cursing different years, so why...? Maybe joint classes...? I shouldn't doubt them, he thought to himself.

Sighing, (M/n) opened the front door, his body shivering when he felt Chan's scent. Why do I feel so attracted to his scent? Something about the coffee smell, mixing with mint chocolate and the strange combination it created with the leather makes me fucking-

Refusing to finish that train of thought, (M/n) looked up and he was met with Chan, who was just walked out of his room after taking a shower... completely shirtless, the towel around his neck covering his chest and catching the water droplets that dripped from his hair, and that's when (M/n) realized how muscular he was.

He couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight.

"Where are Binnie and Hannie?" Snapping back to reality, (M/n) opened his mouth to respond and he briefly looked down.

"Uh, they..." Looking up, he saw how Chan raised an eyebrow at him, patiently waiting for him to finish his answer, "They had a group project, or that's what they told me..." His voice got quiet the longer he spoke, Chan's gaze was intense and it made him even more insecure and submissive than he already is.

He wouldn't wanna know how intense his gaze would be if Chan was actually trying to intimidate him, and if he was an alpha? The thought made (M/n) shudder, avoiding staring in Chan's direction, still awkwardly standing by the door.

Of course, Chan felt the tension in the air, and the way (M/n) was seemingly stuck in place. Chan knew he got good at looking intimidating and scaring even more dominant alphas, but something about seeing (M/n) submissive because of him bothered him a bit, so relaxing his body a little, Chan called him.

"(M/n)," the alpha lifted his head to look at him, and (M/n) felt his heart warm when he saw Chan showing him a gentle smile, a pair of charming dimples showing up on either side of his mouth, "Would you like to watch a movie with me while we wait for the boys?"

(M/n) saw the opportunity to get to know Chan better, served in a golden tray, he couldn't help but nod enthusiastically, the bright light in his eyes making Chan chuckle.

"Okay, I'll go get some snacks ready, you can go change if you want," taking his boots off incredibly quickly, (M/n) rushed in the direction to his room.

On his way, he turned his head towards the kitchen, the one he had to walk past to get to the hallway where the rooms were, and he looked at Chan while he grabbed snacks from the top cabinet, his towel sliding just enough to let (M/n) see... a mating bite.

It was almost completely faded, the mark a light pink color almost imperceptible, but the light in the kitchen hit on it in a way that made it quite easy to spot.

The sight of that mark should've made (M/n) feel disappointed that such a beautiful omega was already taken, even so, he couldn't help but feel angry, whether because he was jealous or because he was thinking of that alpha that betrayed both Chan's and Jisung's trust, he didn't know for sure.

He just knew he had the instinctual urge to sink his teeth over that mark that seemed to be making fun of him, as if mocking him for not meeting Chan before.

A low growl resonated in his chest, but he clenched his fists and left for his room without letting Chan ask him if he was okay.

The omega shivered and squirmed in place, lifting his hand to his mating bite, feeling it burn under his touch.

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Trying not to slam the door or his room when he walked in, (M/n) ran his hands through his hair, frustrated at these possessive instincts. He had no right no feel possessive over Chan, he wasn't a thing to claim as his, even so, his blood felt like it was boiling inside because of his anger.

He walked to his bathroom, taking a deep breath before reaching for the faucet and opening it, splashing his face and down his neck with cold water, trying to cool down his heated skin.

Taking another deep breath, (M/n) hesitated as he lifted his head to look at himself in the mirror, flinching almost in pain at the look he had in his eyes.

He felt like a predator and he didn't like that.

Opening the cabinet behind the mirror, and grabbed the box with his scent blockers, he was running low on them and he knew he had to buy more soon, preferably the next day. Thankfully, his parents gave him some money when he moved out and they promised to send him money every week.

(M/n) didn't like that, but he had to accept it, he still had to find a job to help his roommates with living expenses, and he didn't like the thought of being a freeloader.

He took off the wet patches on his neck and reached for the hand towel to dry all the water away from his skin, soon covering his scent glands again. He took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, deciding to change out of his jeans and into a comfy pair of black sweatpants, putting on a hoodie over his shirt, now feeling a little more relaxed than a few minutes ago.

Walking out of his room and into the living room, (M/n) saw Chan sitting on the couch, now wearing a hoodie as well, and a bunch of snacks and drinks on the coffee table, Netflix showing on the tv.

(M/n) sat next to him, and the air was a little awkward, but Chan decided to break it.

"Is there something you wanna watch?" (M/n) glanced at Chan before looking at the tv, maybe his mind was still a little foggy, but he couldn't concentrate on any movie on the screen.

"I'm... fine with anything, really," he answered truthfully.

Chan scrolled for a few seconds, and soon he chose an anime movie he hadn't yet watched, A Silent Voice.

Both of them were silently enjoying the movie, but Chan kept glancing at (M/n), noticing the scent blockers on his neck when he shifted around on the couch, trying to get more comfortable. And before he realized what he was doing, his hand lifted and touched it, making the alpha slightly jump at the sudden touch.

"Why do you use these? If it's not too personal to ask," he muttered in a whisper, his eyes fixated on the translucent patch.

(M/n) took a deep breath, wondering how to tell an omega, the most discriminated secondary gender in society, that he wished he wasn't an alpha, so he decided to be honest.

"People always told me I was different from other alphas, and I thought that was a good thing but... everyone says that I'm a broken alpha and nobody would want something useless like me..." He weakly responded, and Chan felt so identified with him. And referring to himself as something rather than someone brought back painful memories from years ago.

All those times when people judge him for having a bigger, more muscular body than other omegas, like Hyunjin, who was slim and gorgeous, or Jisung, who was just so cuddly and adorable, but him? The only time where he didn't care about what others may say about his physique, was whenever he was at home, knowing no one would judge him for having a may body, painfully remembering how he used to beg to have a more omega-like body. Slimmer, thinner... prettier.

But what was omega-like anyway?

"Well, they're the weirdos for licking possessive, manipulative, dishonest, and egocentric pieces of shit alphas," his serious tone of voice as he spoke made (M/n) laugh, caught off guard by Chan's words.

Chan was sure this was also the first time he's heard (M/n) laugh or seen him smiling. It was nice. He felt warm.

But (M/n) felt how Chan was looking at him with an amused look on his face, "Yeah, that's one way to say the world is fucked up," and now it was Chan's turn to laugh.

Soon, they found themselves enjoying each other's company, the movie now long forgotten as they talked and enjoyed their time together.

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Sneakily walking into the apartment a few hours later, Jisung and Changbin found an incredibly adorable sight.

(M/n) was asleep on Chan's shoulder, and the omega had his arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"I told you it was gonna work~!" Jisung whispered excitedly, celebrating with a silly dance his victory. Changbin only rolled his eyes, painfully aware that he just lost fifty bucks over a dumb bet.