#A LOVE SONG TALKING ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

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the way

★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader PART FOUR (final series) OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part three

✦summary: Now you get the full experience of dating the kind of guy you thought you’d never fall for. It’s all late-night laughs, sweet touches, and moments that feel like a dream, but there’s certainly always something new to learn about him, or with him.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fuff, college au, established relationship, tight riding, clit play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, handjob, oral sex, teasing, pet names, light exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive chan ?

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♡ the way by ariana grande ♡ love on the brain by rihanna ♡

(all the parts have been sweetly requested! — I add one thing or two for the narrative hehe)

wen’s note: cheesy ahh song for inspo, as per usual. i tried to be sweet :p. sorry this took so longgg omg lol, for my tp stansss, thanks for +5k notes in the original (first part) post :3 also this is the final series omg so sad, soo... the end?

As far as you knew, everything was strangely perfect. It was only a matter of time before Chan started acting even more affectionately, especially now that you were official, which excited him too much.

You had never had that kind of connection or little distraction in your life; you didn’t even have the words to describe it any more. It was unexpected, the way you fell so deeply in love with Chan from one moment to the next, going from being complete strangers to complementing each other.

It was a cheesy, sweet, and shy love that grew with each passing day. You never thought you’d be in that position, but being with Chan made everything clear. He made you laugh, he made you happy, he listened to every little thing you had to say, you talked too much, and you spent more time together. He planned the perfect dates, and you went along with his pace and plan, always offering an opinion, despite being the slightly nosy and extremely worrisome person you were, which he loved about you. For you, it could be said that Chan was your first love. You weren’t the type of girl who fell in love easily, especially in the past years of your youth, walking arm in arm with a boy in the school hallways; you considered it unnecessary and slightly ridiculous, but with Chan, it was different. Neither of you were kids; you were in college, and he was a real man, so it was so easy for you to fall in love with him. He was cute, sweet, attentive, silly… and incredibly handsome. He was absolutely everything you never thought he would be.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up too high, because part of you was afraid of getting hurt, and… it might sound corny, or make you look blind, but with him, you felt that he wasn’t that kind of person. The moment you were both experiencing was so incredibly sweet.

On the other hand, Chan had been dying for you since that sweet moment when your tenderness and intelligence dazzled him. That’s when he knew, but circumstances made him shy and nervous… How could he approach you when he knew so little about you before? You didn’t go to parties often enough to bump into each other magically, and he hardly ever saw you on campus. How could he approach you, the most beautiful and intelligent girl in his eyes? You always lived in your own world, and now he was part of it. That project had been the perfect excuse, the little push he needed, and now you were together.

You were so different, but you always managed to coordinate. You were still shy, it was your nature, and that kept Chan enchanted, although it was clear that you were feeling more and more confident, you trusted him completely, you felt free to be yourself, comfortable, and loved. Sometimes you stopped to think… how suddenly it was possible.

You were in that phase where you were exploring your relationship, and it felt so pure and innocent to the public eye, being with you all the time without seeming strange or cloying. He spent time with you, walking together on campus, studying and eating together, and talking for hours. He always took you out on the town, convincing you to go on even the smallest of dates… and in private, you loved each other passionately without any restrictions. All your sweet love blended perfectly with the obscenity and intimacy of the sex you shared. Chan and you were highly sexual, your chemistry in bed was irremediable, but just as he could fill you with all his sweet love, he also offered you many other things.

You didn’t understand why, perhaps because you were still somewhat inexperienced when it came to sex, but there was something about Chan that made you feel uncontrollably and undeniably horny. And sometimes it was hard for you to express it, because you didn’t want your connection to be purely sexual. After all, you recognized all the beautiful things that connected the two of you, plus you didn’t want to seem obvious or slightly sick, or the fact that you were still inexperienced made you nervous. Because it was true, he drove you absolutely crazy, and you knew a thing or two about his past, where he used to have other girlfriends before you. He didn’t talk about it directly or often, because it wasn’t relevant to him, his present, and his girlfriend now was you, who was all that mattered to Chan, you were his whole world now, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel curious about the girls he had dated before...

Chan was so sweet to you that having those kinds of thoughts about who exactly his exes were sometimes made you feel bad. You knew it all—that he was right for you, because that time he asked you to be his girlfriend didn’t stay that way; but a few days later, he became a little nervous and suspicious, suddenly taking a keen interest, more than usual, in the clothes you wore. He wanted your opinion on everything, what colors you liked, what you felt comfortable and pretty in, and if he gave you the option of letting him buy you whatever you wanted, what exactly you would ask for.

After that, you understood that his behavior was because he was secretly planning a nice date. And he told you just one day before. You changed all your plans for him, which basically consisted of schoolwork and the occasional tutoring session for younger students, because you could see how tenderly excited and thrilled your boyfriend was about the date.

Chan chose everything for you: the dress, your shoes... He took you to a nice place, gave you flowers, and then you talked while he drove around the city with no fixed destination, until he stopped. You noticed that he was a little nervous and tense, so that day you asked him what was wrong, and he insisted on getting out for a moment, avoiding the question.

You thought that night was just that. Another nice date, but Chan’s intention was even nicer and sweeter, and you had no idea. It was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend, once again, in a more intimate, comfortable, vulnerable space, and this time with both of you fully clothed, or at least that was Chan’s line of reasoning.

You saw him, he looked certainly uncomfortable and nervous, and then you looked around, dark, alone, but you felt in a way that being there, surrounded by trees and with the presence of the starlit sky, was warm and comforting. You turned to look at Chan with a smile, as you immediately thought that you were there to stargaze, and suddenly it seemed extremely tender and sweet to you.

But you noticed your boyfriend’s expression, licking his lips, and gathering the courage to tell you.

“Y/n... I want to ask you something very important.”

The way he said it alarmed you a little, and you whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to ask you... Once again in a more appropriate place, between you and me,” he took your hands, caressing them, intertwining them with his while looking at you sweetly, “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your slightly worried expression changed in seconds, and a smile appeared on your face. You didn’t understand it at the time.

“I thought I was already your girlfriend?” you joked.

“I wanted a nicer moment than when I asked you that... it was... something immature, right after we—mm, you know,” he said, making a funny face.

You giggled, the fact that you thought he might have been planning and thinking about it for days, asking you this, knowing Chan, seemed really adorable to you. How could a man like him be so cute to you?

“Well... would you like that?” he added, curious, raising an eyebrow, looking at you amused.

“Yes, Chan... but hey, but then what date will we use as our anniversary now?”

“The...” he leaned in close to you, to give you a soft, tender, quick kiss, “date you like best, sweetheart.”

“Ahh, and...” Chan let go of you to go to the back of his car, leaving you slightly confused for a few seconds, and you knew as soon as he came back, “this is for you. Open them.”

You couldn’t believe it; you hadn’t even noticed that they had been hidden in his car all this time. With Chan, anything was possible. Even though he was just a college student like everyone else, you knew he had money, but you never wanted to take advantage of that in any way; that wasn’t why you loved him. Your boyfriend tenderly handed you, with his typical smile, narrowing his beautiful eyes, two bags of designer jewelry, Swarovski and Tiffany & CO. They were bracelets, the latter of which was thick and looked a lot like the bracelets he always wore. Now you matched adorably.

“Oh, Channie, you shouldn’t have spent so much on me.”

Although you loved being pampered, you still didn’t want to say it, even though he already knew... the way your eyes sparkled when you opened his gift and how the corners of your lips trembled as you tried to hide your big smile and act more modest.

“Why?” he took you by the waist, pulling you close to his body, looking at you defiantly in a playful way, “You’re my girlfriend and I want to give you everything. You deserve so much more. I’ll give you everything you deserve, little by little, love, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

That night was very beautiful. You really believed it would stay that way, between laughter, asking you to be his girlfriend in his arms after a very vulnerable moment you shared together... but no, as always, he had to find a way to make it even more special. From then on, you had high and very good expectations of him, even better than before. You knew he knew how to treat you very well.

He understood perfectly that you were getting used to something new, so he always tried to balance what a relationship entailed so that you would never get bored, taking you out of your comfort zone from time to time and taking you to new places, as well as respecting the fact that you will always love the idea of a nice, warm, relaxed, and intimate plan between the two of you, something as nice as him cooking for you and watching movies in your apartment... where, being alone, it was inevitable not to show the passionate love and attraction you felt for each other. That’s why Chan was always gentle, excited, and delighted by the way you were still learning more and more.

The sex between the two of you was wonderful, and Chan spent most of his time at your apartment because you lived alone. You always teased him that you were going to get a roommate, but that didn't suit him at all, as he would no longer have his space alone, his sacred space where those walls had witnessed your first kisses and many other things until now.

You simply drove him crazy. He loved waking up next to you and doing romantic and somewhat cloying things. He loved just being with you. Your presence brightened his day, but with each day you spent together, you grew more and more confident in him, showing your true side, letting yourself receive all the wonders and advantages of being Chan’s girlfriend, such as his incredible, sweet and passionate love and affection, which went hand in hand with the great lessons and hot sessions of intimacy that you both shared.

You were still a little shy, you couldn’t deny it, how were you supposed to tell him that the simple way he sat at your table, focused on his work, comfortably wearing a sleeveless shirt exposing his strong arms, and the way his brow was slightly furrowed, his concentrated gaze focused on his laptop screen while he subtly bit and licked his velvety lips, was making you uncontrollably turned on, and wet.

With Chan, it was always like that, a consumable passion, teachings, touches, and the sweetest care after the act. You couldn’t ask for anything better. You felt loved and desired during the vulnerability of that precarious act.

In situations like this, you approached him, shyly but dangerously, with desire in your eyes and a slight change in your breathing. With every step you took to get closer to him, as you admired him from afar, you could already feel him, taste him, imagine all the hot scenarios you could be in at that moment, in all the intimacy that awaited you both the moment Chan read all your intentions.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder, and in response, he smiled sweetly at you, looking away from his laptop and focusing on you. For a second, you felt dirty because he looked at you sweetly with his bright eyes and whispered softly:

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You bit your lower lip softly; that soft whisper was so hot, you were unable to find the words to express how incredibly much you wanted him. That you need him.

You shook your head, trying to downplay it, as if you didn’t have that constant tingling down there in your intimate area and the unsettling sensation of your glands moistening your folds, all just from seeing how good your boyfriend looked.

“Nothing. I’m done with my work, how about you? Do you have a lot left? Can I help you?” You tried to sound disinterested, but with each question, you developed a subtly more needy tone.

You made Chan laugh softly, and almost as if by magic, as if he could read your mind, he moved away from the table, pushing himself away attractively with his foot, took your wrist, and gently pulled you onto his lap. You felt relief and impatience at the same time.

“You’re going to distract me, huh?” he hummed in a low tone.

Your body tensed up in seconds. His closeness made you nervous, his face so close to your cheek and ear. Suddenly, you became so flustered that you couldn’t even turn to look at him and could only see him out of the corner of your eye. You were impressed by how quickly he understood everything. So for a moment, you remained rigid on his lap while he wrapped his strong arms around your body.

“No...” you murmured, your heart began to race, his legs suddenly began to feel more comfortable, and your desire for him began to intensify little by little. “I told you that if you need help, I can help you. I’m not going to distract you from your work.”

You turned shyly, still not looking him in the eyes, but getting the perfect view of his chin, his luscious lips, the smooth texture of his neck, chest, and shoulders, his light skin, his veins exposed by his sleeveless shirt. You played with the collar of his shirt, not wanting to play innocent, but simply because that was your way.

You were so pathetically turned on, and he was just so close, and you were sitting on his lap, but his strong grip, his heavy arm dropping its weight on your bare thighs, was inevitable.

And you drove him crazy in a second, the way you moved your legs in the air, nervous, impatient, sweetly, wearing one of his hoodies and uselessly tiny shorts... while avoiding looking him in the eyes, as if you didn’t know each other well enough...

He licked his lips, unable to bear having you so sweetly on his lap when the tension between you was growing. He knew exactly what you wanted, so why not give it to you? He wants it too, right there, and he adores you immensely.

“Oh, I really need your help right now,” he murmured, impatiently letting out a sigh, gently lifting your chin with his hand, making you look him in the eyes. “I know exactly what you want, but why don’t you tell me out loud, baby girl? I thought we had already talked about and overcome those moments of shyness.”

But your naivety and innocence drove him crazy. You were the smartest and most outstanding girl he knew, but when he touched you, you became vulnerable and somewhat irrational.

“What?” you whispered breathlessly, completely lost in the closeness of his face.

He just wanted to tease you.

“I want to hear everything you want me to do to you,” he repeated, encouraging you.

His right hand began to caress your thighs more constantly, moving up and down your skin, almost reaching a dangerous place, making you even more nervous and excited, adding to the fact that you were about to kiss him, his nose dangerously brushing against your face, and his gaze penetrating you. His other hand played with his hoodie on your back, and you lost control when his hand caressed your lower back, slipping his hand inside the garment.

You sighed. A little afraid that he might feel your fragile body, hopelessly aroused and trembling. And of course, he noticed, and he loved every second of it.

“I need you, Chan. I want you to fuck me,” you joked, your eyes sparkling with a soft smile and a giggle. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Your attempt to not seem needy wasn’t working. The joke was too much for him. He let out a ragged sigh; it was too late, he was already imagining having you. He was losing control over you, and you could feel his arousal growing beneath your body.

“Isn’t that what you want, then?” he said slowly, teasing you, “Huh? Isn’t that why you came to me so sweetly needy?” His hand reached almost to your inner thighs and squeezed them. He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Why are you so still then? Letting me touch you...? You haven’t asked me to stop.”

You looked at him intensely, and there was no turning back. Your attempts to control your desires were so pathetic, but they drove him crazy and seemed so cute to him. You both needed each other so badly right now.

“Because I don’t want you to stop.”

You leaned toward him just a little, since you were both so close to each other, and that was enough to catch his lips.

Chan kissed you slowly, carefree and unhurried, enjoying the kiss, even though he could sense your hasty and abrupt movements against him, slightly desperate; yet he did it at his own pace, forcing you to adapt to him, to a passionate, slow, and meaningful kiss. Your hands went to his manly face, holding it delicately and trembling softly against it. His hands caressed your body more, your thighs, teasing you when he got close to your private area, and your back under that hoodie. Chan almost moaned as he caressed your entire back and found it so vulnerable, with no sign of a bra.

So that’s how you were, walking around your house with him, practically in panties and his oversized hoodie.

As you pulled apart, both of you gasping for breath, you looked at each other, and he noticed that look in your eyes, almost reflecting fire. He was madly in love with you. You needed him so much, and he loved being required by you.

Chan bit his lip softly and decided to play with your temperament a little, taking advantage of you, in a way. He loved playing with you, pressing all the right buttons to get you so aroused for him, so he gently and nimbly spread your legs a little and decided to play with your clit, pressing it against the fabric of your shorts.

You gasped, surprised, opening your eyes and breathless, shifting slightly on his lap and gently clinging to his hand, touching you. Chan chuckled, finding your reaction tenderly pleasurable and amusing, your tense body on top of his, letting you enjoy what you wanted so much but were too shy to say.

You watched his hand lost in you, under the oversized hoodie that covered it, and moaned softly as you felt him become more solid, his long fingers pressing against your folds trapped in your comfortable fabric shorts. And then you saw him, your gaze so desperate, your eyebrows adorning your face completely surrendered to him, crying out for your boyfriend, you could even feel his erection against you, you needed him so much that you weren’t in the mood for your arousal to increase and tease you, but he had other plans, and not letting you get what you wanted so easily was part of them. As much as he adored you, he loved putting you in a position where you were so hot, enjoying every moment of the situation.

He reached forward, sliding his hand inside your shorts and panties, making you sigh; finally, his fingers found the real, warm sensation of your pussy, your clit almost sweetly popping out just for him, for his pleasure and to control you with it.

“Cha-channie, please” you begged, looking at him with bright eyes.

You were on the verge of something, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Please, what? Do you think I don’t notice how naughtily needy you are for me? Honey, let me take care of it.”

You nodded, biting your lip and letting yourself go, which was sweetly killing you. Your sex throbbed hard, and your stiff muscles began to despair. His fingers slid deeply into your folds, filling almost perfectly every space in your soaked pussy. Chan could feel you, and that sent a disturbing shock through his whole body and his cock. He loved having you like this.

“Mmm... so soft... and wet for me, baby. I can almost taste your sweet pussy in my mouth...”

“Then do it,” you almost begged, interrupting him, your gaze meekly asking for him again as your breathing quickened.

“You’re a little minx, princess. Weren’t you shy five seconds ago?” His smile widened. “Do you want to help me, sweetheart? Remember the first time I helped you a little?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and moaning as you felt his fingers slide into you without mercy. That night, when everything started...

“Why don’t you help me...? I want to see you like this, needing me... mmm, you can rub yourself on my thigh.”

“What?”

His words took you by surprise, causing you to look at him with confusion.

“Open your legs, sit on my thigh, and move as if you were riding me, sweetheart” he explained slowly.

You blinked rapidly in front of his face, understanding but finding the idea strange... something new you were about to explore.

You obeyed your boyfriend, holding onto his strong chest and beginning to move timidly.

“Come on... stimulate your clit, sweetie, I want your pussy well prepared for when I eat it.”

He smiled, satisfied as he held your hips under the hoodie. You looked into his eyes so lasciviously as you did so. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans, but the more you moved, the more you understood... the hard pressure of his strong, muscular thigh, pressing and teasing your much-needed center so precisely and perfectly.

And without knowing it, he was preparing you for something even better, with his strong build, controlling you with ease, putting you on the table, removing your shorts and panties, and then delighting each other, you from his lips and skillful mouth devouring you completely with a voracious hunger that left you gently trembling in your first orgasm, and him delighting in your juices and prepared cunt, from your trembling, well-stimulated, and well-attended pussy. Then he stripped you completely naked, desperately removing his hoodiefrom you, putting you back on top of him, filling you completely, whimpering at his breathtaking cock size, guiding you to ride him while playing with your breasts and never forgetting to kiss you and talk sweetly to you throughout the whole process...

And that was a little bit of your passionate moments in your apartment, him exploring you with such devotion and affection, attending to you just the way you liked it. Being attentive to your every need. While he showed you more and more of everything he could give you and make you feel…

But then you returned to reality.

Both of you maintained your different and busy routines at the hectic school… but when night came, you couldn’t help but feel lonely. All it took was a subtle, light text message suggesting how much you missed him and that you wished you could sleep and cuddle with him, for him to show up at your door, his eyes shining and looking so tender and hot at the same time. He always looked so docile and gentle with you, in contrast to his muscular appearance and the power he commanded in his daily life as a college student.

But that’s how things were. Even so, your college life continued, still. You were getting used to having time for your boyfriend and having the proper time to study and keep up with your career. As for your relationship, it was known that you were somewhat shy about public displays of affection, and the fact that you were dating one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus attracted the attention of others at first. There was a lot of gossip, and your relationship was unexpected, but at the end of the day, you didn’t care what anyone thought. You had Chan, and he had you.

You continued with your routines, and you, in particular, had a routine that Chan wasn’t entirely convinced about, and that was your strange little job as a tutor. Normally, he didn’t think it was a big deal, and there was nothing to worry about.

It was pretty normal; he understood. You were incredibly smart and made money tutoring your juniors. It was such a sweet and nice thing to do, and very common for the sweet person you were.

He knew absolutely everything: Monday, Becky, a freshman; Tuesday, Jay; Wednesday, Jake, both sophomores. Everything was fine, except for those special days, Thursday and Friday, when you had a particular student: Yang Jeongin. A junior. Spoiled and popular one. He filled Chan with a rage that he had to learn to control, and of all of them, he was the one who paid you the most for tutoring hours.

Jeongin was everything you thought Chan was at first—and you were slightly wrong in every assumption, but you weren’t so wrong about Jeongin, handsome and popular, a typical college playboy.

You had to admit he was quite cute; he was usually attentive and respectful to you. He was a nice guy despite his reputation, which had nothing to do with his confident personality that radiated every second he spent with you.

At first, it was just a few days of tutoring, but then Jeongin became insistent, asking if you could see each other more often, forcing you to give him your number in case of an emergency, and subtly trying to text you. None of that seemed right to Chan. He already knew what was going on, from the moment you decided to increase your number of sessions with Jeongin, you told your boyfriend, casually, just so he would know what you would be doing after class, not because he needed to know and worry that you were with another guy, because you genuinely have no intention whatsoever with Jeongin.

But boy, did it bother Chan. He thought he knew what Jeongin wanted from you. He could see it, feel it. He knew how someone like him might think, having such a pretty girl teaching him, at his disposal, close to him... Oh, of course Chan was more than upset, and just thinking about it made him furious.

Even Chan tried to convince you not to accept, that you didn’t need the extra money from tutoring if that's what you needed... But no, Chan grimaced and looked at you tenderly, because you were such a sweet person, so pure in his eyes that he knew you were going to do it with the most sincere intentions, trying to help the poor boy younger than you who was in trouble. Chan couldn’t be mad at you; it made him love you even more. But he simply couldn't stand the fact that someone like him was spending what were supposed to be your free afternoons with you, his girlfriend.

Chan knew everything about him, and not just because—although that was a big part of his interest—you were spending time together. But your boyfriend knew exactly what the look Jeongin always gave you meant, without shame, even when you were with Chan.

Jeongin was a flirt, but he was the real player type. His reputation was spot on: a guy from a powerful fraternity, handsome, wealthy, young, and irresponsible. Jeongin was the leader of Chan’s rival fraternity, and he chose it that way, even when Hyunjin and Chan himself wanted to recruit him a few years ago. Rumors said that Jeongin refused because he didn’t want to be a protégé, let alone a follower of Chan.

Since then, Chan didn’t think much of Yang Jeongin... until he came into your life, causing your poor boyfriend so much helplessness with the carefree and brazen way Jeongin clearly tries to flirt with you and seduce you.

But until now, everything was going well. He could tolerate it. He didn’t want to seem toxic by forbidding you or controlling who you could and couldn’t tutor, when he knew perfectly well that you were doing it out of kindness, for a little money, and because you liked to study and/or review more in the process of teaching. You were a dream come true.

So Chan continued with his normal routine. The last message you had sent him was that you were with Jeongin in the east wing library. He mentioned that he was about to go to the gym with some of his friends... and from there, there was no response from you. Chan finished at 5:30 p.m., still without a response from you, when normally you would have already sent him a message to meet you in the library. He tried to relax, not to invade your space, so he went to his dorm room to clean up, take a shower, and wait for you. He got a little distracted chatting with the guys, and when he checked the time, he still didn’t have a message from you.

He insisted again, asking if everything was okay, if you could let him know when to pick you up, but still no response. He called you, and you rejected his call. That was enough. He was slightly annoyed, with a rage that clouded his judgment because at this point he was already heading to the supposed library where you were supposed to be, the last place you told him you would be, with Jeongin.

And you, for your part, like any good girl, would never lie to Chan. You were in the same place, doing what you told him you would be doing. But you were so focused on helping Jeongin with important paperwork, and he asked you if you could extend your hours, and in the end, you agreed, after seeing his big, bright eyes practically begging you and finding him extremely cute. He was like a child to you, younger and in trouble, ready to learn.

You were extremely focused on helping and advancing with Jeongin as much as possible, so you both put your phones on Do Not Disturb mode. You lost track of time and, for a moment, forgot that you hadn’t replied to your boyfriend.

Hours had passed. Jeongin was tired. You started at 3 p.m., took a short break at 5, where you went to the bathroom and got some water, completely forgetting to check your phone. And then, you went back to studying. At a certain point, he was annoyed, but not with you, never with you. The extra hours were just an excuse; Jeongin wanted to be as close to you as possible, for as long as possible.

At first, his infatuation with you was fun. He thought you were hot, a smart and hot girl, and he couldn’t stop fantasizing about you... But as time went by, he admired you more, seeing you with kindness, sweetness, and... not forgetting how much he wanted you.

Jeongin was mesmerized by you. At a certain point in the session, he didn’t even know what you were talking about... he just watched you... your complexion as you held the book, the gentle way you adjusted your glasses. You were so incredible, almost perfect, but you had one small flaw—or so he thought—and that was that you were with Chan.

Chan, Chan, Chan. Jeongin must have known that he would be the start of his problems, since the moment Jeongin joined the rival fraternity, the two of them clashed a little. But now... Jeongin knew you had something going on with Chan; at this point, the whole campus knew, but he didn’t know how serious you were with each other, and he really didn’t care to know. He wanted you for himself, and in his mind, it’s never too late to try and get what he wants so badly.

There was just something about you... Something so cute, delicate, and sweet every time you saw each other. But you were just being nice and professional with him... while Jeongin’s imagination ran wild.

He watched you, more and more... long seconds of intense stares, every move you made seemed to be in slow motion. He watched your profile, your lips moving, your exposed neck, your thin necklace falling down your chest... his breathing quickened a little. Sitting there was tedious, but it was worth it to be close to you and your sweet scent and presence. Jeongin half smiled, losing himself in the small cleavage of your blouse and the fact that you were wearing a skirt.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he was watching you, maybe too much, but you preferred to pretend you didn’t notice, that it wasn’t what it seemed, and that maybe... he was paying attention to you and the session.

He didn’t know if it was fatigue, but somehow you drove him crazier, his desire for you, to kiss you and take you, intensified, so he couldn’t help but flirt with you a little.

“Oh, I’ll get my laptop out now, I’m a little tired of taking notes by hand.”

Jeongin interrupted you. You nodded, slightly confused because he wasn’t really writing anything down, so you just played it cool.

He was sitting to your right, there was a decent distance between you, yet you were still close, but in the middle of that distance was Jeongin’s backpack, so he strategically leaned towards it, getting the cutest and best detailed view of your thighs exposed by your skirt. He licked his lips, in his mind, cursing Chan for getting everything from you. Not believing he was worthy of you. He still believed he could be better than your boyfriend in many ways.

Jeongin took advantage of the opportunity, knowing it was wrong... that he shouldn’t... but an invisible force took hold of him every time he was near you. Besides, you were practically alone. He chose that library because he knew it was rarely frequented, so he pretended to lose his balance a little as he leaned over to hold his laptop, grabbing your thigh tightly, pretending that it was the first thing he could hold on to without damaging his device.

You flinched at his unexpected touch. You looked with fear and astonishment at his hand on your bare thigh. It looked big on your skin, felt cold, and extremely wrong. You also looked at his crouched body.

He quickly regained his posture, placing his laptop on the table and turning it on.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I almost tripped,” he laughed, an awkward chuckle, making him look like a good guy. He looked embarrassed.

You believed him completely, besides being too confused to process how he could have lost his balance... but you had talked to Jeongin so many times, little conversations at the end of tutoring sessions and while walking out of the library and study hall, and in them you remembered that he mentioned that he was a clumsy person, somewhat uncoordinated at sports.

Instead, it was you who blushed and felt more embarrassed. Driving him even crazier. But you let it slide.

You were about to resume your explanation when you noticed that Jeongin quickly and violently moved his backpack, dragged his chair even closer to you, so close that his body bumped into yours, practically surrounding you with his, and in a more carefree tone, he said,

“Where were we?”

His closeness made you uncomfortable and nervous. If you turned your head, you could find his face inches away from yours, almost criminally close.

You noticed his intentions. He wanted to get closer to you; he wanted your attention. You knew it as soon as he rested his hand on the table, subtly caressing yours, and he played with his pen, trying to make you lose yourself in the sight of his attractive, long fingers...

You found him ridiculous. You knew he was just another hormonal kid.

“Aren’t you cold?” he hurried to say, inches from your face. You didn’t want to turn to look at him. “The library is a bit cold, don’t you think? Do you want me to borrow you my jacket?”

You were about to ask him to move away from you. You felt cornered, and your body was stiff. Meanwhile, Jeongin was enjoying it too much... he was almost getting turned on.

“Jeon...”

“Y/n, can I ask you something...?” he interrupted you again, his cool breath hitting your face.

This time, you turned to look at him, slightly embarrassed and annoyed by his cynicism, incredulous that the “respectful boy” you knew had disappeared for a moment. He wasn’t respecting your space, let alone the fact that you were in a serious relationship with Chan.

But... a naive part of you underestimated yourself... You didn’t want to look foolish by telling him that you were misinterpreting his actions and appear arrogant by reminding him of the typical, ‘I have a boyfriend.’

You looked at Jeongin, he looked at your lips and your eyes, having him inches away from you felt so, so wrong. You had Chan.

Chan... arrived just in time, not-so-appropriate in terms of the situation, but at the moment when you were in trouble, the image filled his whole body with anger. He walked across campus to the place where you said you were. His entrance was silent, at first he just wanted to spy, hang around and see if you were there, to sweetly approach you, give you a kiss, and kindly remind you that the tutoring sessions had gone on long enough, that you needed to rest and focus on your own studies and current projects, not focus so much on those of others. He would offer to buy you dinner and go to your apartment together.

He couldn’t be calm leaving you alone with Jeongin; he had to admit it, it was obvious to Chan what Jeongin wanted from you.

But when he saw that scene, oh gosh, everything sweet in his mind shattered and only reaffirmed his thoughts about him.

What was Yang Joengin doing dangerously close to you? The angle looked so bad, everything was so wrong. Chan didn’t want to make assumptions, but anger got the better of him, and he approached you, contrary to his initial plan, with angry steps, stealthily, his attractive face looking obviously unhappy.

“What’s going on here, huh? Is this how you study now?” He appeared suddenly, narrowing his eyes, angrily taking the chair in front of you and sitting down abruptly, his legs spread and his arms crossed.

“Chan...” you whispered, genuinely surprised, turning to look at him.

You knew he was upset. Very upset. He was licking his teeth inside his mouth, breathing deeply, and his gaze was anything but sweet toward you. In fact, his eyes had become sharper and more intimidating.

He wanted an explanation. Now. One that made sense and didn’t increase his intense desire to punch the guy you were teaching.

Jeongin gently pulled away from you, unconcerned, staring at Chan with an arrogant smile, satisfied that your boyfriend had found you like this, not giving a damn how clearly angry he looked. Chan wanted to hit his arrogant face right there, but he stopped and looked at you...

Your eyes sparkled innocently when you saw him. You didn’t know what to say to him, other than that you were obviously just trying to do your job with Jeongin... but he got so close to you. You were embarrassed, knowing how bad it must have looked from Chan’s perspective. You were disappointed. But, oh, Chan—he could never doubt you, or get so angry like that, not with you. He knew you, he knew you would never betray him.

So the whole damn problem came back to Jeongin himself.

Your boyfriend tried to relax. To do his best to act decently, to speak to you sweetly, and not to smash Jeongin's face in, so he just clenched his fist.

“You still here? It’s 7, I thought the tutoring sessions were over...” Chan addressed you exclusively, speaking slowly and sweetly.

“Yes... It’s just that Jeongin needed a little extra time...” you murmured shyly, sad that you had been making your boyfriend angry.

“Extra time?” Chan replied incredulously, chuckling softly. “How long can it take him to learn...” He abruptly took one of your notebooks to read your notes. “Write a 10-page essay on... Charles Dickens. Can’t you read, Jeongin?” he teased him, looking at him with feigned pity and dragging the notebook back to its place. “You have my girl working for you like an actual professor.”

The atmosphere became tense. Jeongin was unconcerned, slightly annoyed, but he didn’t take it too seriously. He remained relaxed, as if nothing had happened, which annoyed Chan even more.

“C’mon, Chan, it’s not just about Dickens...” you tried to say, feeling that your boyfriend was being a little harsh with the younger boy.

Chan couldn’t stand his arrogant face any longer.

“Yeah, Dickens, dickheads,” Chan looked intentionally at the boy, “it’s time to go, baby. You’ve given him enough tutoring for today. Past his regular 2 hours, actually.”

Your boyfriend was about to stand up, waiting for you to follow him, when the carefree and cheeky Jeongin mentioned:

“Didn’t know you set her a curfew,” he challenged him.

Chan stood up and glared at Jeongin. You felt you had to do something, since Chan, being the only one standing, imposed something in a way. And, before your boyfriend could respond with something else reluctantly, you turned to Jeongin and said kindly:

“That’s true... it’s already quite late, let’s not drag out the tutoring sessions or make them tedious. Let’s call it a day.”

Chan smiled softly, happy that you had listened to him. Jeongin, however, wasn’t. He just snorted and thought, Whatever, and began to gather his things without a care. You did the same, starting to gather your things.

Jeongin would have argued more, saying that if that was how he always treated you... but this time, he left it at that.

You and Jeongin stood up from your chairs, your bottoms were a little sore, it was genuinely time to take a break. Chan was about to take your hand and pull you away from him, but Jeongin noticed his intention and quickly stepped forward, taking your forearm and getting your attention.

Chan clenched his jaw at this act, which was exactly the reaction Jeongin was looking for. You were surprised again.

“Thank you very much, Y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said, in a slightly kinder tone than usual, sounding almost fake. “I didn’t mean to make the session so long, but it helped me a lot, thank you.”

You smiled at him. Uncomfortable, wishing he would let go of you since your boyfriend was there and you didn’t like physical contact very much, unless it was someone you had already allowed it with, like Chan.

Jeongin let go of you. “See you later.”

Jeongin walked away carefree, without a hint of remorse, nor feeling remotely intimidated by Bang Chan, who glared intensely at him as he watched him leave.

“Channie...” you called his name sweetly, to get his attention, you could still tell he was upset.

He turned to look at you and you noticed how he let out a cold:

“I’ll carry your bag, honey.”

Chan took your backpack to put it on his shoulder, trying to act like everything was fine, but you wanted to talk about it.

“Chan. I’m sorry. Don’t be so hard on him...”

Your boyfriend looked at you, his eyes widening, shocked and scandalized for a moment, scaring you slightly.

“He’s insufferable,” he muttered angrily, looking away in the direction of Jeongin.

Your boyfriend quickened his pace, waiting for you to follow, not bothering to hold your hand as he was still quite upset.

“I think he’s just a kid trying to annoy you... and he’s succeeding.”

You caught his attention with your comment, making him turn around abruptly. Chan chuckled and then looked around in disbelief. There was no one there, except for a poor student far away from you, working as an assistant behind a counter, taking care of the place and registering the lending of books and maybe some other people in the other side of the place. Still, Chan tried to calm down, sighed, and was so annoyed, but he refused to make a scene in the middle of the library. But he couldn’t help it; he had to let it out. Even though it hurt him to be harsh with you, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to be honest with you, speaking to you seriously.

“Are you kidding? Are you defending him now? Didn’t you feel the way he was blatantly hitting on you? Or are you just choosing to ignore it? Do you have any idea what...?” Chan quickly approached you, feeling a rush of fresh air that surprised you a little. “Do you have any idea what I had to see?” he emphasized. “See how close he got to you—I could’ve misinterpreted it. Gosh, Y/n. If he wants to bother me, then he should bother me and not you, but the jerk knows exactly what fucking pisses me off.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t like seeing him like this. You had never seen him this upset before.

“Well... I said I’m... sorry.”

Chan sighed, acknowledging that he had lost his temper for a moment, and almost spoke to you through gritted teeth. He tried to calm down, but for the moment, he didn’t know exactly what to say.

“It’s not your fault. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to your apartment.”

He watched you. You looked confused, your eyes shining—you were somewhere between scared and uncertain. Neither of you wanted that, much less for the reason to be simply jealousy or a younger guy getting in the way of your relationship. But as much as Chan wanted to let it go, he couldn’t, he couldn’t take it lightly, especially when it came to you. He adored you. And besides, it was time for you to discover his true side, one that wasn’t so sweet, one he tried not to show, his jealous and possessive nature. That was how he was. You were his, and nothing could change his mind.

You felt that he wanted to say something, but he held back. The truth was that he couldn’t find the right words to express himself and thought that maybe on the way, he could think better, more clearly, with you by his side.

You followed him, both of you walking in silence through the large library, a silence and a certain distance that was killing you both. So you got his attention by gently taking his arm.

“Wait, Chan,” he turned to look at you intently. “I… I don’t want you to be upset over something ridiculous. You know exactly how I feel about… Jeongin” you murmured, speaking uncertainly because you didn’t even know if it was right to say his name out loud right now, “and you know exactly how I feel and think about you… but you’re right, maybe he’s going a little too far with me, and it would be best to stop seeing him.”

Chan sighed, his gaze softened, and he looked at you tenderly, just the way you loved him to look at you. His heart beat fast; he couldn’t believe you were justifying yourself for something that wasn’t your fault, and that you had come to the conclusion that you would stop teaching him because it bothered him, and not specifically you. At least not as much.

“My dear…” Chan bit his lip innocently, unable to resist, and took your face delicately in his hands. “I’ve told you I can’t be angry with you. You’re not the problem. I’m sorry I got angry, it’s just that…” He took a breath. “I can’t stand how that brat thinks he’s so great that he can flirt with you. You’re my girlfriend, mine alone.”

“Exactly. I’m your girlfriend. I wouldn’t leave you for… him. I understand that.”

“I know you do, baby. But… he doesn’t.”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s better to stop seeing him. I don’t want to make you angry.”

Chan sighed, “Honey, you don’t make me angry. It’s…”

You were both interrupted, or at least that's how it felt when a student casually walked right past you. You both felt slightly embarrassed. Chan pulled away from you and took your wrist to lead you to the back of the bookshelves beside you so you could talk more privately.

“I already told you that it’s him and… I don’t want to forbid you from seeing who you should or not see…”

You bit your lip indecisively as you looked into his eyes. You were both in a dilemma. Chan wanted to tell you that the decision was yours to make, but he also didn’t want to sit idly by until something bigger happened, and he had to intervene when he could have prevented the problem.

“I’ll cancel the tutoring sessions little by little so it doesn’t look like I did it just because you ordered me to.”

A cynical side of Chan would have liked you to do it right away, just because he asked. He was dying to get Yang Jeongin out of your life, but he knew and had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Yeah... that’s gonna be a little hard,” Chan looked away from you for a second and bit his lip thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?” you looked at him, confused.

Chan was standing in front of you, almost pinning you against a shelf.

“He won’t go away that easily. I don’t think I can be the one to push him away. You have to be the one to kill his hopes.”

“I’ll do it,” you replied quickly, getting his attention. “I’m not interested in him at all. I want you, Chan.”

He smiled sweetly at you, and you felt your cheeks flush, as you may have sounded a little corny and overly devoted to your boyfriend, but that was how you felt; it was your genuine response. You both felt that the tension and the situation had finally eased a little.

“You’re the sweetest girl ever,” Chan said tenderly. “I haven’t kissed you once since I came for you.”

You pouted slightly and played with the collar of his shirt, inviting him to come closer to you as you gently leaned your body against the large shelf.

“I know... I just didn’t want to mention it.”

He chuckled and leaned toward you to place the sweetest of kisses on your lips. Sweet, soft, meticulous... the only way Chan knows how to do it to you—letting you enjoy the sensation of his lips long enough, savoring the rhythm and motion of your mouths, then taking you by the waist and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into you skillfully and stealthily.

You remained like that, playing with each other’s mouths and lips, defying your lack of air so as not to separate, holding each other tightly and both closing your eyes, letting yourselves go.

It was tender, lasting as long as it did, taking breaths between giggles and brushing your nose and lips together.

Whispering little things like, “I’m sorry I got upset, I didn’t mean to talk to you like that.” “I can’t believe you got upset over Jeongin.” “Exactly, he’s a stupid kid who thinks he doesn’t know you’re mine...” Hot and intense whispers from Chan, his warm breath on yours, kneading your skin, “Fuck, yes, you’re so mine, baby girl.”

He took you by surprise, more abruptly, and kissed you with a firm but precise desperation. Chan knew he was losing control more and more, but he still knew what he was doing. He was consistent and kissed you so intimately and dirty, enough to provoke you and leave you breathless, making it clear how much you needed him sexually. Both of you were touching each other, teasing each other, one with more control than the other.

Chan smiled, massaged your butt and thighs while his swollen lips went down your neck, almost incredulous that your pretty cleavage had been Jeongin’s view for hours. He was gently aroused and still felt uncontrollable anger toward your young apprentice, so he didn’t hesitate to nibble, suck, and torture your docile skin, marking what was his, leaving neat hickeys on your neck and breasts.

You moaned at the sensation. Your pussy throbbed hard, your body generating heat. Suddenly, you realized that you were in a public place, on school property.

“Cha-chan,” you whimpered breathlessly, stroking his hair.

He raised his gaze, his tongue, lips, and teeth still attached to you. He made his last mark and regained his composure, leaving you breathless after an intense make-out session. But he, unlike you, had controlled his desire.

“Wear something more provocative next time for that little fucker Yang and make him understand that you’re only mine,” he ordered you firmly, pointing with his gaze at your recent marks, then smiled smugly. “Let’s get out of here, hun.”

You were in your apartment. Alone. Even when you thought things had been sorted out with Chan... you saw him acting a little distant. You spent quite a while wondering if something was still going on... if something was bothering him, since you could still see that he was slightly pensive.

You even offered him to spend the night, because you wanted him close, but he excused himself, saying he had to take care of some things at home.

But he wanted to think about some things, as well as figure out how to get rid of Jeongin, because he still wasn’t satisfied with closing the issue.

So there you were, in your comfortable clothes, about to rest—you wouldn’t turn on your laptop, you wouldn’t take anything out of your backpack. It was late and you were about to relax. It had been raining for a while and you were resigned to spending a quiet night, distracting yourself with whatever you could until you got sleepy, but all you could think about was how much you wanted Chan to be with you right now, on a night like this.

But just as you were about to walk into your living room, cookies in hand, remembering that you would say good night to your boyfriend, a knock on your door startled you completely. At first you were shocked, as the atmosphere made you alert, being alone and it was raining outside, to a certain extent making you feel defenseless.

But then there was another knock. Unnecessary and somewhat impatient. But enough to cheer you up and let you know exactly who it was. He knew the passcode to your apartment, yet he waited.

You dropped everything and almost ran to your door. You were so happy, you could only think about who was behind it, without even thinking about the small details.

Finally, you opened the door, expecting to see Chan, and you did, but not exactly the way you had imagined.

“Christopher!” you exclaimed, almost breathless, opening your eyes in surprise.

Chan smiled at you attractively, narrowing his eyes, adorning his handsome face every time he smiled at you, and looked at you sweetly. You were so surprised. Chan was standing in front of you, soaked, and you had so many questions that suddenly none of them could come out of your mouth.

You looked at him, perhaps more than necessary, his dark wet hair, his pale face shining with water, his tight clothes, especially that useless, thin black T-shirt he was wearing, clinging to his body, showing off his abs. Was it raining that hard?

“Let’s go outside,” he suggested, almost in a seductive tone, still smiling, noticing how intensely you were looking at him.

You blinked suddenly, seeing him like that left you stunned, but you snapped out of your trance and looked at him, confused. He looked so cute like that, you couldn’t deny it... But common sense was scratching all kinds of questions in your mind.

“Wait, what? You’re crazy, and soaked, come inside and dry off... Did you walk all the way he-”

“Come on, let’s play in the rain.”

He interrupted you. It looked just like one of those occasions when he wouldn’t give you a single answer, and you had no choice but to go along with him. He sounded serious, but playful. You played along, but only in the sweet way he spoke, not in actually wanting to go out and get wet. Nothing he was doing made any sense, nor why he was standing there at your door, at night, soaking wet. Sometimes you just want to enjoy yourself... let yourself go, not question anything, and enjoy the beautiful sight of your very attractive boyfriend, drenched by the rain, standing in your doorway, with his beautiful bright eyes, looking like something out of a movie; but your sense of responsibility told you:

“You’re crazy, it’s pouring rain outside,” you scoffed. “How-how did you even get here to get so wet? You’re gonna catch a cold like that, for God’s sake, Chan, come inside so you can dry off. I’ll bring you a towel.”

Your boyfriend didn’t contradict you; he remained silent and looked at you with a tender, obedient gaze, like a sweet puppy being scolded. He convinced you, genuinely did, so for some reason you waited for him to enter your apartment, you moved away from the door a little and saw his intentions to do so; but as soon as you let your guard down, Chan took your body unexpectedly, making you sigh at the cold sensation of your body getting wet, and he carried you with ease, placing your abdomen on his strong shoulder.

“Oh. My. God. Chan! What are you doing? Put me down now!”

You weren’t upset, you didn’t sound that way at all. He chuckled, closed your door, and walked down the hallway with your body on him, toward the elevator.

“Chan, put me down! I don’t want to go out. You’re getting me wet!” you gently patted him on the back.

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” he teased at your last comment, pressing the elevator button with his free hand.

You felt your cheeks burn. It was so silly and sweet that for a second, you felt like a little schoolgirl with the innocence of her first love, teasing her boyfriend. You could hear your flushed giggles, his ears turning tenderly red.

“You’re getting soaked everywhere!” you continued, scolding him playfully.

You both entered the elevator, and that’s when he finally put you down gently. Chan quickly turned his back to the buttons, blocking you from even using them with his body.

“When was the last time you were in the rain?” he asked you, playing sweetly.

“A few months ago, when I had to go back to my apartment and was coming from college,” you replied reluctantly, joking.

He rolled his eyes and rephrased the question, “When was the last time you had fun in the rain?”

You sighed, pretending to be annoyed.

“If I get sick, it’ll be your fault.”

“You know I’ll take care of you, sweetie,” he said tenderly, unable to resist the distance between you and walking toward you to caress your cheeks tenderly.

“You’re going to get sick too, idiot.”

He looked at you, surprised and feigning offense. The next thing you knew, his hand was taking yours and dragging you out of the building. Getting you both completely wet.

You smiled in surprise, the water was cold and hitting your body violently.

“Fuck, Chris! My slippers got wet!”

“Hey, watch your language...” your boyfriend warned you gently.

He moved dangerously close to you, putting his big hands on your waist, holding you tightly, and pressing you against his body. You were so busy thinking about how wet you were getting, how it was slightly ridiculous but romantic, and you didn’t know whether to be upset or happy; however, Chan’s pull on your body made you understand everything. You slowly raised your gaze and met his eyes. It was a beautiful, dark, starry night, and he looked even more handsome. You smiled at him, feeling warmth in your body despite the cold autumn rain that drenched your bodies.

And the moment lasted like that, you captured it, and it became magical. You and Chan, with no worries other than enjoying the rain... but the passing of a car on the street brought you back to your senses and broke the magical moment, at least for you, since Chan didn’t let go of you and was still lost in the image of your sweet wet face, your flattened hair, your damp eyelashes, everything about you that took his breath away and made his heart beat fast. He knew exactly how he felt, and right now he wasn’t afraid to express it out loud.

You started to blush, feeling hot and nervous. Chan was watching you too intently, too intensely.

“Come on, Chan. Let’s go inside. This isn’t a K-drama. People are going to think we’re crazy. I can’t even see you through the rain.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, making it harder for you to escape his grip.

“Why do you care what people think?” he murmured, barely audible.

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t want to fight anymore, or for you to think that I feel threatened by some little idiot who has a crush on you. But I don’t blame him, look at you, you’re beautiful. I’m so lucky. And c’mon, even in your pajamas and soaking wet, you’re beautiful.”

Chan took a step back, looking you up and down, licking his lips at the small detail of your wet breasts, your thin lace bralette visible through your loose white V-neck shirt. “Mmm, I love your top, it looks even cuter wet and clinging to your body.”

You blushed even more. His words sounded so genuine, his gaze was still intense, and his voice sounded so good alongside the sound of the drops hitting the floor. You wanted to kiss him so badly, with that poor lighting, his whole demeanor made him look wonderful.

“Okay... I thought we had already cleared that up. Did you come here just for...?” you hissed, almost in a slow sigh, letting yourself be carried away by the soft tension that was building.

“I came to see you. I wanted to go for a walk and the rain caught me and... I came to you and thought I wanted to see you exactly like this...”

“Like what...”

Chan giggled, looking at your eyes and lips, lost in thought, not even knowing what he was talking about.

“I love you.”

He confessed, in the air, loud enough to leave you speechless. You thought he wasn’t serious, but you heard him loud and clear. He was sincere... it felt so right, something you didn’t bother to repeat because you felt the same way.

Chan caught your slight expression of confusion and then your entire face, softening. What could you know about love? But you were sure it was the most accurate explanation for your feelings every time you were with him or thought about him.

“I love you, too.”

You both smiled, lost in each other, until he leaned toward you, cupping your cheek, teasing you with his closeness and brushing gently your nose with his and kissing you. His lips were wet, rain falling on both your faces, but it felt so magical. His hands gently explored your body, and his mouth guided you to the sweetest of pleasures with a meaning as genuine and innocent as the love you had just confessed for each other.

And then there you were, playing like two idiots in love in the rain.

The next morning was even sweeter. You both returned to your apartment soaked and with an uncontrollable hunger for each other, kissing as if you were unable to separate from one another, then ending up naked, trying to dry yourselves off, sweetly teasing each other without crossing the thin line of initiating anything sexual, and, between giggles, you forced him to take a shower, you did the same, and you simply ended up falling asleep cuddled up together.

It was so sweet, even when you woke up on your own, accustomed to your strict schedule without needing your alarm, slowly opening your eyes, and the first sensation in your body upon becoming conscious was that of your boyfriend’s warm body, heavy, asleep, and tenderly carefree.

You looked at Chan, both of you were so snuggled up that your first reaction was to smile tenderly, from the position you were in, your leg over his body and him hugging you, his natural curls gently tickling your skin and his face caressing your chest, barely covered by your little tank top.

He looked so cuddly, precious, and soft, sleeping peacefully, his big arms and muscular build exposed since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, tightly attached to yours. You stayed like that, enjoying the sight of his puffy, pink lips, looking so comfortable on your body, you weren’t even sure how you ended up sleeping in that position.

However, something inside you felt the need to know exactly what time it was. The day was still cloudy, so you couldn’t even use the sun’s rays as a guide. Besides, you wanted your cell phone right away to take pictures of Chan, to tease him after how he acted tough, when the truth was that he was a complete softie with you, sleeping with his head on your chest, hugging you as if he didn’t want to let you go. And he didn’t want to let you go; as soon as you moved slightly, stretching your arm to reach for your cell phone on the nightstand, Chan felt you and slowly woke up.

Chan took a deep breath, stretched his muscles a little without letting go of you completely, and slowly opened his eyes, raising his gaze to meet yours, looking at your tender face, also just awake. And both of you locked eyes, in addition to how warm and close your bodies were, you both looked at each other like two lovers in love, having just confessed something so intimate to each other.

Chan groaned, still sleepy, trying to adjust to the dim light that now illuminated your room, and complained softly, whining, that you were moving to reach for your cell phone. You had to check the time; even at the first moment of the day, you had to be so responsible, and that made your boyfriend whimper softly. He wanted to be there, with you, hugging a little longer, not worrying about anything, and just enjoying each other’s scent and warmth.

“Good morning, princess. What are you doing?”

His voice was thick, raspy, vibrant, almost making you shiver. You adored him so much. And his face was perfect, with full, puffy lips and small eyes that lit up when he saw you. But you had to return to reality and face your day. You also wanted to spend the whole morning with him, in your apartment, like the quiet weekend mornings that you both loved so much.

“Good morning, Channie... I have to check the time... it’s...”

You replied, finally seeing that the clock read 8:05 a.m. You had to get ready for your first class.

“Come on, I know you don’t have your first class until 9:20 on Fridays.”

You sighed. Chan adjusted his body, snuggling closer to you, caressing you, and making the sheets rustle.

“It’s 8 o’clock, Chan, I have to get ready.”

Chan whimpered and growled, intentionally hugging you tighter and hiding his face in your chest again.

“Please don’t do this, stay,” he begged, his voice still hoarse. “It’s okay if you skip a class or two... come on, I’ll make you breakfast if you want.”

You chuckled. He looked particularly cute and sounded sweetly needy. You were about to protest, but a notification distracted you.

Everything was perfect, but you had just received a message from Jeongin:

Yang Jeongin can we meet today?

So it happened just as Chan told you. Jeongin texted you to ask if you could meet up, canceled his tutoring sessions, saying that you had already helped him enough that week and that he just wanted to talk to you. Chan didn’t exactly force you to wear a top with a neckline low enough to show your marks, but you agreed to his idea and covered them very poorly with a very light concealer, intending to show that your boyfriend’s hickeys were there.

Chan coordinated everything from afar. Jeongin invited you to a café, while your boyfriend waited far enough away to not be seen, but to be with you as soon as you told him the conversation was over.

Jeongin’s original plan was to be a gentleman. He regretted acting childish and so hasty with you yesterday. He wanted to apologize and sweet-talk you with his voice and words. He didn’t care about Chan at all. It was you who was of complete interest to him. Dealing with your boyfriend came later. Jeongin first wanted to win you over and thus remove Chan from his path.

So, he saw you enter the café, greeted you with a big smile, and pointed out which table he was at. You looked beautiful, but as soon as you both approached each other, he pulled out your chair and waited for you to sit down. Jeongin noticed everything. The aggressive hickeys on your skin, lightly, almost barely covered with makeup, as if you hadn’t even bothered to do it properly.

“Y/n. Hello! What would you like to drink?”

Jeongin clenched his jaw, pretending that everything was fine. His patience quickly ran out.

“Hot chocolate is fine.”

“I’ll be right back. Would you like some cookies with that?”

You nodded. Jeongin hurried to the counter without even waiting for a waiter to approach. He needed to calm down a little… to remember that he had to be a gentleman to win you over, to get Chan out of his way.

As he waited for the drink, he wondered what Chan was really like and how someone like him could get you. Were you perhaps too gullible?

Jeongin approached you with your drink and cookies. He had already ordered.

“So…” he said, slightly nervous, sitting down across from you.

He was quite cute and attractive, but you could never see him that way, not with the same eyes you saw Chan. However, Jeongin tried to put aside how much those hickeys bothered and distracted him and tried to strike up a conversation. You talked relaxed, calmly, and sweetly for 10 minutes, the words flowing naturally between you. He apologized for yesterday and subtly tried to get information about Chan out of you.

By that point, you had finished your drinks and all the cookies. You were a little sad because sometimes you thought you could find a friend in Jeongin, since you had never had a male friend with whom everything was so natural… but it was obvious that you knew his intentions and how he subtly kept flirting with you.

“Ah, I wanted to ask you something… well, rather invite you… or just know if you’re going, although,” he sighed, “at this point you must already know from Chan,” he said, slightly indignant.

You listened attentively, almost without blinking, but mentioning Chan took you by surprise, and you expressed confusion, yet Jeongin continued.

“Tomorrow? The annual fall event? The midnight society?” Jeongin mentioned it casually, just to make sure you were following him, to see on your face that you understood what he was talking about.

But your face reflected the exact opposite. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Oh, you don’t know?” You shook your head gently, and Jeongin chuckled, incredulous and happy, thinking that maybe you and Chan didn’t share everything about each other. He leaned on the table, unable to control his happiness that he was the one who was actually going to invite you. “You know that this month is the university’s founding anniversary, right?” He began to speak more cautiously. “Every year, all the senior fraternities organize this kind of secret party with all the fraternities and sororities of the uni. Guests must be invited exclusively by a member of the fraternities and they use secret codes and shit like that. There’s always a theme; this year it’s like The Phantom of the Opera or something. You really don’t know? Chan is literally in charge of the event.”

You didn’t know how to respond… suddenly, you were inundated with information about secret societies at the university… You wondered why Chan never told you about it. Was it really that secret? What could you know if you never even tried to apply to the school’s old system?

“Okay. I’ll invite you. Color palette: black, red, white, silver. Dress as you please. Wear a minimalist mask. The Dongwook clubhouse, just before midnight. Tell him the fox sent you and…”

“The fox?” You giggled, almost so caught up in the conversation that you suddenly lost your seriousness.

“I know! Stupid, right? But that’s how it has to be, and the code is... noctis vox... remember it well because I can’t even tell you by text.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m kidding! I’ll text you all the details. Hope to see you there.”

You spent the next few long minutes talking a little about the background of fraternity life... it was an unfamiliar topic, since Chan hardly ever talked about it. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your curiosity. It did, and it made you feel a little overwhelmed with intrigue as to why Chan hadn’t invited you, or even mentioned it.

Chan noticed that you were acting particularly strange after you met with Jeongin. He playfully asked you if he had been upset when he saw your hickeys, and you responded distantly.

He drove you to your apartment, where you had previously agreed that Chan would spend the night... but you were still deep in thought.

He approached you again, setting aside the dinner he was about to cook for you, and asked you gently:

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong? You really seemed different after the coffee thing. Did that fucker do something to you? Y/n, love, sweetheart, tell me, did that fucker dared t...”

You looked him in the eyes. He knew exactly that something was wrong. Chan looked worried.

“No, Channie, it’s nothing like that,” you interrupted him.

“Then what? You know you can tell me anything.”

And he was right. It seemed ridiculous to you to be upset about something so absurd, to hide how you felt from him right after you had openly confessed how much you loved each other and shown yourselves to be extremely vulnerable. But you couldn’t stop thinking... why was he acting like nothing had happened? What was his plan? Not to attend that important party? Or to sneak out at midnight without saying a word to you? Why hadn’t he told you... Besides, you were terrified by the way Jeongin told you about it—a club in the middle of the forest, after midnight, wearing masks and without phones, forbidding anyone from talking about that night once it was over at dawn... Like a fucking remake of Eyes Wide Shut, you were scared of rich kids doing stupid things, and you also had a right to feel jealous, knowing that other girls were going to be there.

“It’s just that... why...” You almost dared to say it, but sighed resignedly, “Forget it.”

He took your arm. “No, Y/n, honey. Tell me.”

You grimaced uncomfortably and nervously adjusted your glasses.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything about tomorrow’s party? You weren’t planning on going?”

Chan examined your face and body language and let out a confused, “What?”

“The annual fall party... or something like that—at midnight?”

“Oh. How do you know that?” He quickly answered himself. “Oh, right, he told you.”

“And?”

“And what, baby?”

His calmness made you a little desperate.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s ridiculous. I’m not even going! I’d rather be with you.”

You narrowed your eyes. It was sweet... but his answer disappointed you in a way. You weren’t expecting that.

“You’re not going...? Don’t you have to go because you’re the leader of the frat?”

“I left Hyunjin in charge. He’ll go for me.”

You nodded softly, didn’t answer, and went to sit on the sofa. Your gaze was still lost. You had more questions now that you knew more. Even if he wasn’t going... You would have liked him to mention it to you; maybe you would have wanted to go. Maybe not.

Chan knelt down in front of you, knowing that the problem wasn’t solved.

“Now what, princess? Tell me everything,” he said, placing his warm, large hands on your knee.

You looked at him. “I don’t know... why don’t you want to go?”

“Because,” he sighed, “you know that kind of event isn’t my thing. I want to be taken seriously and break away from that frat boy, party image. I want to graduate with you, find a job, support you in your master’s degree, be with you... You know I’m only in the fraternity because of the Bang tradition or whatever.”

You smiled at him. You found what he said truly sweet. It was true, there was no reason to force him to do something you knew he didn’t like... but you had another reason that you were afraid to say out loud just this once.

“It’s okay, Channie. I understand.”

He sat down next to you. “Why the sudden interest?” Your silence spoke for itself. “Oh, you wanted to go?”

You shrugged. Downplaying it, but it was the truth. Maybe Chan wanted to leave that life behind and enjoy his senior year more quietly, but for you, it was completely the opposite... You felt like you were just opening up a little more, so a party with that kind of theme piqued your interest. At the end of the day, you were just a young, inexperienced girl.

“I don’t know. I won’t know if you don’t even tell me,” you joked.

He understood.

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Do you want to go?”

You looked at your boyfriend, looking exquisitely handsome in a tailor-made all-black suit. On Saturday afternoon, you went out on the town and he spoiled you with lots of things—a black designer dress, jewelry, and shoes. You thought it was too much, but Chan refused to accept your modesty.

“You look so good, honey. It's like Eyes Wide Shut and Fifty Shades of Grey, you frat kids are insane, actually” you commented, adjusting your boyfriend’s cloak and pinning his fraternity pin to his suit.

“I think the cloak is too much.”

Chan laughed, unable to contain his joy at seeing you happy. It was obvious that you wanted to attend this kind of party, one you never thought you’d go to. Another college party that was unlike the rest, in a private and exclusive club owned by Hyunjin’s family, everyone dressed elegantly, with no cell phones allowed inside.

“I think I want to make love to you with that cape on,” you said, teasing him just before leaving.

“And with the mask. Oh, baby, you’re kinda kinky,” he continued the joke, quickly putting on the mask and taking it off while holding it on its stick.

Chan blushed and, amid sweet giggles, you both finally headed to the party. And you understood everything, just as you finally arrived, the place was beautifully decorated, with lovely artistic details. That’s why Chan told you he had left Hyunjin in charge, because in the end he took care of almost everything.

You were nervous. It was true. It was the kind of place where the perfect crime could happen and no one would say anything, all the rich kids there would get away with it, or at least the ones who were luckier than others, since the ordinary people who managed to get into fraternities and sororities without as much money as the rest, well, they had it a little complicated. But it was good to be holding Chan’s hand. Always, and it eased your anxiety about going through the crowd.

And the show began. Right at midnight, or so you thought. The lights went out, the music stopped, and Chan had to be part of the center of the dance floor, along with other boys and girls wearing their cloaks, which only they wore, imitating a kind of ritual that made your hair stand on end. It was terrifying for a moment.

But everything returned to normal within a few minutes. The party began like any other. Chan returned to your side and took you to chat a little with his group of friends. Felix invited you to have a drink and, for some reason, you turned to look at your boyfriend with sparkling eyes, getting his absolute approval.

So you headed to the bar with Felix, shouting over the loud music to ask him what exactly he recommended. Felix ordered for both of you, and as you waited quietly for your drinks, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You turned around excitedly, thinking it was Chan, but your smile faded a little when you saw Jeongin.

“Y/n, hey, you came. I assumed you would when I saw Chan at the start of the ceremony. I was looking for you.”

You smiled nervously at him. Felix also turned around, including himself, and at the same time, not including himself at all in the conversation that Joengin clearly wanted to strike up.

“Yes... in the end... I was quite curious about your secret societies.”

“Ah, nothing like that, it’s just an excuse and a bunch of college students getting drunk and wearing suits and dresses.”

You giggled, and just then, Felix brushed your arm, friendly to pass you your first drink.

“Are you going to drink tonight?”

You shrugged, nodding and taking a sip of your drink, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. You had already decided to distance yourself from him little by little. So far, Jeongin hadn’t confessed anything to you, so it seemed embarrassing to suddenly tell him you weren’t interested in him, plus it seemed silly to say something like that when it was obvious. You’re not interested. You’re with Chan.

“It’s a party,” you replied nonchalantly.

He looked at you intently for a few long seconds. He looked you up and down boldly while subtly biting his lip.

“Well, yeah. I’ll order some drinks too.”

Jeongin turned away, leaving you a little confused, and you saw him walk over to a girl behind him. The girl was chatting amiably with another group of girls, and as soon as Jeongin approached her, she happily stumbled over to his side, standing in front of you and Felix. She had a huge smile on her face, and you could read “What?” on her lips. Jeongin repeated something in her ear, and as she listened, her eyes wandered around, finding you and Felix there. You both noticed how the girl’s big smile slowly faded. She replied to Jeongin with what you heard was the name of a drink, and he leaned over the bar to order them.

You felt strange and out of place. You felt like the girl was looking at you too closely, but you assumed it was because she was obviously a little tipsy. Still, you took another sip of your drink, not knowing how to say you were leaving... and trying to hide a sigh of relief at the thought that Jeongin had come with a girl. Which meant that at least now he could leave you alone for a while, or so you thought. Besides, you found her extremely pretty, good for him, you thought. The girl was petite, even in heels, slim, with pale skin, straight red hair, big hazel eyes, straight eyebrows, pretty lips, and freckles. You couldn’t have thought of anyone better for Jeongin—if you even thought about it.

You glanced at Felix, but your boyfriend’s blond friend looked too serious for some reason. Even so, all of this happened in a matter of seconds, but you were still sober and could notice all those little details. So, the girl looked away from you and saw Felix, smiled warmly at him, and said.

“Oh, hi, Felix.”

“Hey, Kaia,” he greeted her, and you looked at him, mildly surprised that they knew each other, but you found it normal since Felix was popular. “Did you come with Jeongin?”

Still, it seemed strange to you how a little uncomfortable Felix looked; he never looked like that. You thought that maybe it was because of Jeongin and because he wanted to get out of the situation and go back to his friends.

“Mmm, well, kind of...” she said with a smirk on her lips. “I’m one of the girls now,” she added enthusiastically, proudly pointing to the pin of a sorority on her strapless dress. “You came with...” she rambled for a second, not knowing your name.

She knew it. The girl looked at you as if she knew you—and she did—so intensely every time she looked in your direction.

“Y/n? No. She’s a friend, she’s with someone else,” Felix replied quickly, slightly nervous and trying to save the situation from becoming too awkward.

For a second, you wondered if it was right to introduce yourself. But Felix had already done it for you. You felt a little small and shy; it wasn’t like you wanted to seem rude.

“There you go,” Jeongin interjected and turned, gently handing his drink to the person you now knew as Kaia, who mumbled a thanks. “You guys met already?” he added.

Kaia took the lead, taking a sip of her drink first. “No. Not really. I’m Kaia, I’m a performing arts major. Nice to meet you,” she replied quickly, coldly, and almost obligingly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She smiled at you, but her slightly annoyed face distracted you a little, and without realizing it, you didn’t introduce yourself the same way she did. But she didn’t seem angry with you, but rather with her companion. But you didn’t want to be there anymore, reading people and deciphering expressions. You wanted to be with Chan, and the drink in your hand was starting to bother you.

“Well, I have to go. I’ll be with Chan... um, on that side of his frat house table” you told Jeongin.

Jeongin smiled with a strange satisfaction, and both Kaia and Felix looked uncomfortable that you had made that comment.

“I understand. He’s waiting for you,” Jeongin said, in a mocking tone that was difficult to decipher.

But his smile widened as soon as the real show began, and his target approached you. Chan appeared, next to you and Felix, and was about to complain that he was there for some drinks for Hyunjin since, as he had taken care of everything and Chan had hardly been involved in the event, Chan owed him one and Hyunjin had warned him that he would treat him as he pleased throughout the night... However, he was initially stunned to see Jeongin, not very happy to have him there, but another feeling came over him as soon as he saw Kaia standing next to him.

It was obvious that you didn’t even know who she was. But Chan was annoyed because he knew exactly that Jeongin was the one who knew everything and that he had brought you both together just to annoy him later. He couldn’t believe it; the young man was testing his patience more and more.

“Hey, Chan. Do you want some drinks, or were you looking for your girlfriend? I see you can’t leave her alone for even five minutes. Afraid something might happen?” Jeongin hissed, arrogant and amused.

Chan glared at him, not responding because he was determined to be more mature about the situation, to stay calm and not fall back into something you had already discussed. Besides, he thought there was no reason to get angry. You loved him, he knew that, and that mattered to him.

“I’ll get some drinks from Hyunjin. If you want, you can go to our area now, honey,” Chan said loudly in your ear.

You said goodbye awkwardly to Jeongin and the girl, but as you did, you couldn’t help but notice the way Kaia looked at Chan, so deeply, her eyes bright and wide open, almost a frightened look. Chan looked normal, calm; he didn’t see her that way. And before you left with Felix, you heard Chan greet her softly with a simple “Hey,” but then he walked away to the other end of the bar to order.

You left there extremely confused, wondering if they knew each other, but you decided to ignore it, because you knew he was popular, because when you saw Chan, now wearing his suit, finally without that scary cloak, with the buttons of his shirt open, revealing a little of his chest... You thought that maybe the girl had a crush on your boyfriend. It bothered you, but you didn’t blame her. Besides, he was right there, right next to you.

And the party continued. This time, you didn’t drink much, just enough to lift your spirits and dare to dance with Felix, Changbin, and Chaeryeong, his date. You were having a good time, talking with them. Every now and then, Chan would join you and then watch you from afar, enjoying yourself. Later, Changbin and Chaeryeong were the first to leave, and Felix asked you for a moment to go to the bathroom, so you were left alone, and you were about to go back to Chan when you suddenly felt a strong urge to touch up your makeup. At that point, you knew you were walking a fine line between drunkenness and sobriety.

But you felt fine. Different, so you bravely walked on your own, determined to find the bathroom by yourself so you could touch up your lipstick. In a fleeting thought, you imagined touching up your makeup and returning to Chan, sitting on his lap and kissing him. That’s what you wanted to do. Your emotions were playing tricks on you, your thoughts were betraying you, suddenly you missed him terribly, even though you had seen him a few minutes ago and knew he was there, waiting for you. It was the alcohol betraying you a little.

You continued on your way, still lost in the crowd and in hallways with people drinking, kissing, and chatting with their masks on, and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder again.

“Hello. Where are you going, sweetie?”

It was Jeongin. He seemed to be your shadow.

“Oh, I was just going to touch up my makeup. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure this is the way?” he joked. “I know where you can do that, follow me.”

Jeongin took you to a brighter space, with few people chatting, the music sounding slightly distant. You were impressed, as you didn’t know the place could be that big. Because maybe you weren’t entirely sober and thinking clearly...

And Jeongin didn’t give up, he kept openly flirting with you, asking you how long you’d been dating Chan, taking advantage of the fact that you weren’t sober and throwing out the comment:

“Hmm, the way he looks with you, it might last longer than it did with Kaia.”

You were putting on your lip gloss when that comment took you by surprise.

“What?”

“Oh, you know, Chan and Kaia...” he read your confused reaction. “Don’t you know? Why wouldn’t he tell you?”

It was obvious that Jeongin knew you had no idea; he knew it from the moment you acted so innocently when she was right in front of you. Your silence perpetuated everything. Sobriety and responsibility were returning to you, as you felt you were about to hear something important.

“Kaia is Chan’s ex, they dated for about 7 months when she was in sophomore year. Now she’s in my class, and we take theatrical literature together. You know, the usual.”

Jeongin kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind went silent... and all you could think about was that she was his ex-girlfriend. Right before you, she existed, and that tormented you. It was your first time experiencing a relationship. Your first time experiencing and realizing that your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend was a beautiful little redhead with a big smile who studied art. You wished it didn’t bother you so much, but it did.

You didn’t doubt Jeongin’s information; your instinct told you that he was telling you the truth. There must have been a reason for Felix’s discomfort, for Kaia’s bright eyes when she saw Chan. Who broke up with whom? You couldn’t help thinking and thinking...

And, without realizing it, just as you gently raised your gaze, Chan approached you with quick steps. He was looking for you. Suddenly, he lost sight of you, Felix didn’t know where you were, and neither of you had your cell phones. And, to his not-so-pleasant surprise, you were with Jeongin, in a more private area, and Chan could bet that its use was restricted, since Hyunjin strictly marked the places where his property could be used.

“Oh, god. Do you always have to appear out of nowhere?” Jeongin said to Chan, annoyed but amused.

“Cute chatting, huh?” Chan said.

Chan tried to calm down. But every time his instincts pushed him to the limit, you always appeared next to Jeongin. He was annoyed again. Definitely letting go of the maturity he had set out to use. He was so pissed off.

“Yang Jeongin... I’m taking my girlfriend with me, okay?”

Chan replied through gritted teeth, slowly losing his composure.

Jeongin rolled his eyes and shrugged. And watched you leave. Chan grabbed your wrist, almost dragging you away. You could tell he was upset, but you were too, too much so, you felt that he wasn’t the only one who had a right to be angry.

“Chan-Chan,” you protested, half-heartedly, tired of having to watch another scene.

He took you to a bathroom. A single bathroom, very fitting for such an elegant place, and locked the door. You were both upset, but with the slight effect of alcohol still lingering in your system, the way Chan looked made you rethink whether you were really upset at all; his eyes darkened, he licked his lips, and his whole demeanor looked so attractive as he tried to maintain his sanity.

“We need to talk. Talk about something that had already been resolved. Weren’t you going to distance Jeongin from you? When are you going to tell him to stop bothering you? Or is it that you like having his attention, huh? Is that it? Why are you sneaking away like this? You know, we don’t have our cell phones.” Chan started saying one thing, but just by saying something, he exploded, he couldn’t resist it, he spoke more and more harshly, his veins popping out in his neck.

You felt stunned. With nothing to defend yourself with, you just blurted out:

“And you? What about you, Chan, huh?”

“What about me, what? You didn’t answer m...”

“Kaia,” you interrupted him, silencing him.

He sighed, annoyed and tired, not believing he had to deal with this right now.

“Wh-what about her, what are you talking about, sweetheart. You’re so drunk.”

He knew you knew. He could see it in your tender gaze, slightly dulled, but it didn’t seem right to him, since he was convinced that Chan hadn’t been in contact with her since they broke up, but instead you... and another guy who wasn’t him... oh, he was almost dying of jealousy.

“No. I know. When were you going to tell me about her?”

“What was I going to tell you about her? She’s not even part of my life anymore. But you, you’re everything. Did you see me approach Kaia even once tonight?”

You remained silent... thinking that maybe he had a point, but you came up with a quick comeback.

“Why? Didn’t you approach her because you knew I was watching?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t talk about... my exes because they’re not relevant. But you, my God, I let my guard down for a second, and you’re back with Jeongin. I thought we’d already talked about that.”

“Yes. We only talked about me, but never about you! Who else was with you besides her? Anything else I should know?” you raised your voice.

“Baby, watch your tone when you talk to me. Don’t yell,” he warned slowly, moving closer to you. “Don’t bring up things from the past, honey,” he pinned you against the door, piercing you with his gaze and leaving you breathless. “You know very well that you are my present and future. And I don’t want that to be damaged by some silly junior guy, okay, beautiful?”

He was intimidating you. And it was working well; you almost swallowed hard when you saw him, your legs were almost shaking, and there was something about him that suddenly made you so obedient.

“We good, sweetie?” You nodded slowly. “Good,” he said, bringing his hands to your face and holding it delicately. “Because you know I won’t tolerate that boy showing you off as if you were his. You’re mine, understand?”

You nodded again. Breathless, a little turned on by having him so close, plus his voice was rough, demanding. And your boyfriend in a suit wasn’t exactly making you feel good and sane.

“Then, kiss me, beautiful.”

You almost melted right there, forgetting your anger as soon as his lips touched yours, giving you the deepest, most passionate kiss, the way only he knows how to do with you, the way only he knows how to leave you breathless and with your emotions on edge, always needing more and more of him. You dropped your small handbag, stunned, and touched him.

“Anything else to add or say, sweetheart?” he whispered, slightly agitated on your lips.

“It’s just that...” you paused.

He looked at you almost warningly, waiting for an answer. You thought you were being dramatic; you never saw his ex as a problem, and you didn’t even want to know more about her. You just wanted to be with him. And that kiss spoke for itself. You sighed.

“I love you.”

You whispered shyly on his lips.

“I love you too, my dear” he replied tenderly. “I hope you understand why I’m reacting this way.”

You knew. Chan loved that way, and it drove you crazy. He kissed you again, this time pushing you more roughly toward the door and kissing you more passionately. His hands began to roam your body mercilessly, and the situation was heating up; you could both feel it.

You tried to adapt to his rhythm, to his desperate lips with an insatiable energy for you, to his tongue playing with you. You didn’t even have time to process that something sexual was beginning to develop between you, and you just let yourself go, feeling more and more, slowly igniting in a pleasurable agony that overwhelmed your weak body. You could never feel soft and beautifully aroused for Chan; you always had to seem needy when it came to him, no matter how much you wanted to control it, because he kissed and touched you so well...

The arousal also grew in Chan’s body. There was something so damn hot about claiming that you were his, something that filled him with so much pride. First the hickeys, and now he was going to fuck you there just for the sheer pleasure of both of you, and he was going to do it so jealously until you whimpered and remembered who you belonged to. He could already visualize your tired body being held by him, fucking you, and that made his cock even harder.

His lips moved down your neck, subtly teasing the marks that were just beginning to heal a little. His large hands squeezed your waist, your bare thighs, and you sighed as soon as you felt him lift your tight dress up to your stomach, exposing your panties. Chan was working fast, but at the same time with a patience that only built your pleasure.

He pulled away from you and with a mischievous smile, pulled your dress down from your breasts in one swift motion, leaving you vulnerably exposed again, making you moan softly. Your cheeks flushed. Chan appreciated his own work on you, your used lips, shiny, soft marks on your skin, your heavy, agitated breathing with just a few small teasing kisses and caresses, your exquisite, round breasts exposed, you, just for him, with your tender, hopelessly excited gaze. And, from your perspective, the sight was so wonderful that it made your pussy throb with desperation, and it was because of his intense gaze and how fucking attractive and handsome he looked in that suit tight against his body. Your gaze drifted away a little, just to make sure that you were both in exactly the same state of arousal, and you confirmed it as soon as your mouth salivated painfully at the sight of his large erection in his pants.

“Look at you, beautiful. So fucking needy for me, just as I adore.”

For some reason, you felt immobile, able only to enjoy and receive pleasure from him. You didn’t even know what to say exactly. More than thinking it was true, you needed him right now, every part of you begging for him.

“No one is going to touch you like I do, princess. Remember that,” Chan said in a deep voice, full of desire.

He was so right. You were never going to love anyone else like the way he did it to you. You needed him right now; you were being overwhelmed with stimulation.

He licked his lips, and you trembled and whimpered as you felt his fingers gently brush against your clit, teasing you even more. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples hardened, and at that point you felt so wet.

You enjoyed his touch and with trembling hands you tried to unbutton his shirt, caressing his exquisite abs, and just as you were about to unbuckle his belt, he leaned toward you, kissing you more desperately, messily, in contrast to his touch against your pussy, which became more precise, his fingers pressing your sweet spot, playing with your clit, driving you crazy, and then his fingers moved down to tease you as he felt your wetness between your folds. Chan knew exactly what he wanted from you. Right now.

But first, he delighted in your lips, in your tongue fighting against his, and then he seductively went back down to your skin, playing with your breasts, licking them and using them mercilessly, just like his free hand that ran all over you.

You stroked his hair, letting yourself be carried away more and more by the delicious movements toward your clit, and you moaned his name loudly as you felt his fingers bury themselves inside you, without losing your caresses on your sensitive spot. You were being touched so exquisitely. He thrust deeply into you, his long fingers reaching many weak spots in you, all of him was your weak spot. You were feeling so pleasurable, enough to want to come if he sped up his movements, but his next action took your breath away and you knew exactly what he was about to do.

“No one is going to eat your pretty pussy like I do, baby girl. Who’s gonna make you tremble like I do, huh? That stupid Yang kid, mmm I don’t think so, you’re so mine. Isn’t that right?”

He had knelt in front of you and recited those words, looking into your eyes, his breath hitting your pubis, and your heart beating faster. You captured the moment when your boyfriend pulled down your little panties, which he had chosen, and his attractive face approached your intimate area, almost ready to take your much-needed pussy.

“Yes” you replied nervously, shaking.

You wanted him to do it already, you knew he was teasing you by the way his fingers kept playing with your clit, and finally, you felt a brief release, but the tension in your body intensified. You whimpered with satisfaction as you finally felt his warm, strong tongue push against your clit, his lips sucking it so exquisitely, reveling in you. His hands grabbed you roughly, your thighs, your folds, spreading them apart to give him better access to your core. Meanwhile, you whimpered for him, pressing your back harder against the door, restless and desperate, feeling his tongue stimulate every inch of your slick, trembling pussy. You held onto his shoulders, impatient for the pleasure you were experiencing that was altering your entire system. It was too much. It was perfect.

He continued, and for a moment you felt so helplessly pleased, almost at your climax, that you lowered your gaze, and nothing could compare to what you were witnessing—but the sensations were still a thousand times better—yet a sight like that stimulated all your senses better, and it was Chan, crouched down for you, eating your pussy with desperate hunger, but being gentle with you, his attractive face buried in you. Just like the first time he did it, you could still remember it with such longing.

He knew each of your spots, he knew you were a little weak, that you didn’t like to prolong your pleasure for too long once you both started touching each other, but he loved to tease you, to enjoy himself, so his tongue moved mercilessly over your cunt.

Chan delighted in you thoroughly, merely for the light sadistic pleasure of making you suffer by being loaded with so much pleasure, and for his masochistic pleasure of letting his cock throb inside him. Chan savored your pussy, slurping on it, his soft gasps echoing in the isolated bathroom of that club, his babbling telling you how delicious you were to him, completely lost in you and the sensation of your vagina pleasing his mouth and thrilling every fiber of his being as if he were enjoying and tasting a wonderful delight, and he was, his cock trapped in his pants coming to life on its own, veins popping, aching and impatient for attention. He cursed, feeling desperate, but for him, it was worth every second of tasting you, of receiving your moans and your body yielding in desire in response. Feeding his ego, his obsessive admiration for you, reminding him that you are only his.

You began to melt away little by little, holding on tightly to his shoulders and caressing his head a little more wildly, and Chan knew you were so close, so his licks became sloppier to tease you more, but he complemented it by penetrating you again with his fingers. You were blinded by pleasure, feeling restlessly close to orgasm, and it left you breathless.

He looked up, only to find from that angle your whole body struggling, your muscles contracting, your breasts exposed, and your pleasure sweetly captured on your face.

And you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Chan pulled his lips away from you a little, leaving you with a void just at your peak, adjusted his uncomfortable erection a little, making him moan softly, and looked into your eyes and encouraged you passionately in the only way he knew how to turn you on. You were a slut for Chan’s little comments during sex.

“Cum for me, princess, you can do it, cum for me, and remember who’s the only one who makes you come like this.”

You whimpered exaggeratedly, you could feel your whole body flushed. Chan smiled, his lips sweetly glossy from your fluids, and with a quick movement he buried himself back into your pussy, naughtily replacing those fingers that filled you mercilessly with his ruthless tongue, thus triggering your orgasm, making you come for him just as he had asked.

“Mmm, Channie...”

You took a deep breath. You had completely lost your composure from the wonderful oral sex Chan always gave you. You ended up with your muscles aching from your orgasm, leaving your legs trembling and weak.

Chan lapped up your orgasm and tentatively tried to clean up the mess you had made with his mouth, gently teasing you despite being a little tired and very agitated.

“Good girl, good girl.” Chan stood up, licked his lips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and teased you by briefly pinching your nipples. “You’re going to continue being a good girl for me, huh? You gonna take my cock, now?” he spoke in a rough voice, yet exaggerating his intonation a little as if he wanted to speak sweetly to you.

You watched him closely. You were still processing how good you felt, and your intimacy was slowly recovering with a series of exquisite pulsations... Fuck, you thought. His comment vibrated through your body again, and you felt the situation become so real as soon as you saw his long, attractive fingers deftly unbuckle his belt and, in one swift motion, pull down his underwear and pants to expose his erect cock, throbbing with desire without being stimulated, looking as appetizing and beautifully red-pink as you love it.

Chan took off his jacket, feeling his body hot, and let out a smug chuckle, almost blushing, finding the bold and slightly hungry way you looked at his cock amusing. Then you bit your lip, and the image of your body wrapped in desire, your breasts tenderly exposed, and your agitated expression, caused his cock to twitch and move violently on its own, contracting his muscles and covering its tip with slippery naughty precum. You worked magic on him. He groaned, hurting and exciting him at the same time, so he immediately appeased the unsettling sensation of the incredible load descending along his entire length, taking and caressing his cock gently.

You were surprised by the burning obscenity of his big cock trembling and then his big hand wrapping around it. You got turned on again, this time, perhaps even more than before, knowing that now it would be him fucking you and his cock filling you that would take you to a new climax.

“What’s the matter, baby? You want to touch it, don’t you?”

You met his eyes and nodded enthusiastically. He smiled and guided your hand to his cock, letting you stroke it.

“Fuck,” he moaned softly and breathlessly, closing his eyes. “Just like that, your hands are sooo soft, my pretty baby,” he babbled almost incoherently.

You felt his cock throbbing perfectly in your hand. You stroked it gently and patiently, remembering the smooth texture of his entire length. Chan bit his lip, holding back from whimpering at the sweet but ruthless way you were stimulating him.

He suddenly lifted your chin gently and made you look at him, taking your gaze away from his needy penis being stroked in your hand.

“What is your pretty mind thinking? Mmm, when you touch me like this?” Chan spoke sweetly, with genuine curiosity.

He saw how expertly you caressed him, your eyes shining with lust... your mouth expressing soft moans... but he wanted to know more, he wanted to make you talk dirty, it was so ridiculous and hot at the same time for him, saying obscenities could make him cum even faster than you thought.

You blushed instantly. What were you thinking? You were thinking so many things, your mind focused on the sensation of his manhood, on him enjoying himself, on your pussy reacting on its own every time you were with him... it was difficult to express.

Chan saw your intentions to speak, but you kept that shy and uncertain look that he knew so well.

“Come on, baby. Say it. Say it all for me, talk dirty to me...”

You almost gasped. You bit your lip and confessed with some embarrassment:

“I love your cock.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, feeling more and more aroused, as if that word coming out of your mouth sweetly pressed a button in him, turning him on even more, “is that so, baby girl?”

You began to get hornier, it was the seductive way Chan spoke to you and seeing him writhing gently with pleasure at your caresses. So you continued, with a little more confidence.

“Yes. It’s so big, Channie...” you hissed and increased the pace of your strokes, cupping his balls, and teasing his tip.

“Mmm,” he threw his head back, ecstatic. “Yeah? You love it when I stretch your little pussy and fuck you, don’t you? When I fuck you raw and fill you with my cum.”

Your pussy throbbed hard, reacting to his comment, your mind perfectly remembering the feeling of his cock filling you. The situation heated up so quickly, both of you were so aroused that you began to babble nonsense.

“Fuck, it’s so good, I wanna put it in my mouth.”

He giggled seductively. “What are you waiting for? Do it, get on your knees. I’m all yours.”

Your exposed pussy felt overwhelmingly aroused, used, and as soon as you got down on your knees, it was no different. You felt like you could squirt or drip at any moment, and that distressed you. The whole situation overwhelmed you; everything about you was so damn turned on. So you took his cock, licking every inch of it and sucking it, at your own pace and with your own technique, which Chan had guided you through very well beforehand.

His hands went to your hair, and he didn’t take his eyes off the image of your pretty face being fucked by his needy erection for a second.

You loved that Chan filled every possible part of you, you couldn't help it. You loved filling him with pleasure too and seeing his perfectly sculpted body from that angle while you sucked his cock, plus he tasted exquisite.

You teased and aroused him for hot but agonizing minutes, you were just starting to drool over his erect penis. Chan played with you, pushing your head and pressing you to take more of him, deeper, but when he saw you gasping for breath and struggling, he pulled you away from him. You looked at him with teary eyes and an undescribable desire to continue if he wanted to, but he only whispered to you.

“Come here, baby, now.”

Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. You were so excited about whatever he was going to do to you, and you squealed when he picked you up, putting your back against the door and making you wrap your legs around his body. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t expect his next comment.

“Beg for it, baby. Convince me and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Your arms were around his neck and caressing his hair, you were so ready for him to fuck you; but you blinked in confusion. You blushed again, but you needed it so badly.

“Please, Chan, fuck me, please. I need to feel you,” you pouted.

He smiled. “Be more specific.”

“Please fill me with your cock, I need you.”

He bit his lip and moaned, those words sounding so wrong yet so lustful coming from your sweet lips.

“Mmm... why would I do that?”

You flinched and gasped at the unexpected sensation of a finger inside your pussy, sliding in and out of you.

“Come on, baby... what could be fucking you right now is my cock and not just a finger...”

Even just his finger worked wonders on you, it was only frustrating you more.

“Please, Channie. Because we both want it. I’m yours, please, fuck m-”

You were speechless and moaned raggedly instead. He couldn’t wait any longer either. He needed you. Chan buried his entire cock inside you, opening you up completely, leaving you so little time to get used to him when he was already moving inside you. He whimpered. Your pussy was so ready and prepared for him that he removed his finger and entered you with ease, but your tight walls weren’t expecting the thickness of his visitor so soon.

He fucked you there, intensely, unleashing all his energy on you, manipulating your body to his liking, stimulating and using your exposed breasts, sucking them, biting them, leaving marks that would fill him with pride every time he made you his.

“Who else is going to fill you up and fuck you like I do, huh? Say it!”

He increased the pace of his thrusts. You were both so close.

You whimpered, without even thinking about an answer. “No one, fuck, only you, Chan.”

“That’s right, my love. You understand me...”

He continued for a few more moments, until you hugged his body closer, your chest rubbing against his, his moans and gasps in your ear, and him controlling your body, moving it violently to the rhythm of his cock pounding your pussy and pleasing every part of you, until you climaxed in an intense orgasm, leaving you trembling and agitated.

You reveled in the scent of his perfume and felt his exhausted cock tremble inside you, followed by the warmth of his orgasm filling you. Chan moaned audibly, overwhelmed by the pleasurable experience. Immediately thinking how much he loved you, in every way, connecting in all his fantasies, being part of his sweetest dreams.

You searched for his face, his cute face looking at you sweetly despite just finishing such a dirty and hot act, and, blinded by your love for him, you kissed him on the tip of his nose, making him flush completely, in contrast to everything that had just happened...

“Should we go home now, sweetheart? I can’t wait to cuddle.”

the end.

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Fav colours: Purpleeee, periwinkle, blue, black, and greennnn (mostly sage)

Last show/movie: I saw Elio 20 minutes ago so ig that lol

Sweet/spicy/savory: IDKKKK I love them all but ig sweet bc I have such a sweet tooth

Relationship status: SINGLE !!!!

Last thing I googled: "moonbeam ice cream menaing" because I was talking to Mads about Benson Boone

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Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

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[andy-15-07]

can i request something for mickey garcia? maybe the reader is a civilian or works at the hard deck and they are in an established relationship and mickey is called for an important mission??? love your writing!!

Last Call

PAIRING: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1369✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist

The hum of the jukebox, the smell of fries and ocean air , the Hard Deck always felt like home to you. Maybe it was the way the warm wood floor creaked under your feet when you carried a tray of beers, or maybe it was the way your boyfriend’s laugh blended into the crackle of the pool table and the clinking glasses.

“Hey, sweetheart. Two more longnecks for Phoenix and Coyote when you get a sec,” Penny called from behind the bar.

“Got it,” you said, popping the caps and sliding them onto your tray. You threw a look over your shoulder , Mickey sat near the end of the bar, laughing with Rooster about something you couldn’t hear.

When his eyes found yours, that easy grin of his turned soft, and he lifted his beer in a little toast just for you.

“Eyes on your table, Garcia,” you teased as you walked over to him, setting the beers down for the pilots behind him.

“Eyes are exactly where they should be, baby,” Mickey said, tugging you gently closer by your apron strings. He smelled like jet fuel and cheap soap and a hint of your laundry detergent. Home.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” you said, but you leaned in anyway, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Penny raised an eyebrow at you from the bar , but she was smiling, so you knew she didn’t really care.

Later, when the bar emptied out and the jukebox switched to softer songs, you found Mickey leaning against the pool table, nursing the last of his beer. His eyes were on you as you stacked pint glasses and wiped down the counter.

“You wanna help or just supervise?” you asked, flicking the rag at him.

He caught it easily and tossed it back on the bar. “Supervising’s important work. Gotta make sure my girl closes up safe.”

“You’re sweet,” you said dryly.

“I’m serious,” he said, pushing off the table and coming around to stand behind you. His hands slid around your waist, warm palms on your stomach, chin resting on your shoulder. “Hey. Take a break.”

You let out a soft laugh. “I’ve got four tables to wipe down, Garcia.”

“I’ll help. Come outside with me first. Five minutes.”

You turned to look at him , he looked serious now, in that quiet way he rarely did. The goofy smile was gone, replaced by something softer. “Okay,” you said. “Five minutes.”

Outside, the salt air hit your skin, sticky and cool. The roar of the ocean mixed with the hum of the neon sign overhead. Mickey leaned back against the railing, looking up at the stars.

“Everything okay?” you asked, folding your arms.

“Yeah.” He reached for your hand and tugged you between his legs. “Just… gotta tell you something.”

Your heart did a tiny somersault. “You’re not breaking up with me in the parking lot of my job, right?”

He barked out a laugh. “What? No. Never.”

You softened. “Then what’s up?”

He ran his thumbs along your hips, like he was grounding himself. “I’m leaving tomorrow. Early.”

Your breath caught. “Leaving where?”

“Got called up. Special detachment. Top secret, you know how it is,” he said with a small shrug, like it was no big deal , but his eyes gave him away.

You felt it in your chest, that little twist of pride and fear that always came when he talked about flying. “How long?”

“Could be a week. Could be a month.” He lifted a shoulder. “Not sure yet.”

You looked down at your shoes. “Is it dangerous?”

“It’s always dangerous, babe,” he said gently. “You know that.”

“Yeah.” You met his eyes again, trying to hold back the worry. “You gonna tell me where?”

“You know I can’t.” He brushed your hair back from your face. “But I swear, I’ll come back. And when I do, I’m gonna take you to that fancy place in San Diego with the oysters you keep talking about.”

You laughed wetly. “You hate oysters.”

“I’ll learn to love them for you.”

You pressed your forehead to his. “I just hate when you leave.”

“I know.” He kissed you, soft and slow, like he was trying to memorize you. “I hate it too.”

Inside, you sat on the bar while he helped you stack chairs , though really, he just leaned them all precariously and you had to fix them. Every now and then, his hand brushed yours, or he’d steal a kiss when you passed by.

“You gonna be good while I’m gone?” he asked, leaning his hip against the bar.

“No. I’m gonna drink all the beer, steal Penny’s jukebox, and run off with Rooster.”

He laughed. “Rooster? Baby, you could do better than Rooster.”

“I know,” you said. “I’ve got you.”

The clock on the wall crept past midnight. You locked the door, turned off the sign. The place felt quieter than usual, like it knew you were trying to stretch out every last second with him.

In the parking lot, he leaned against your car while you tugged your bag over your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged you so tight you felt your feet leave the ground.

“Promise me you’ll text when you can,” you murmured.

“Promise.” He pressed his mouth to your hair. “Promise me you’ll eat real food and sleep.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

He chuckled. “Bossy.”

“Look who’s talking.”

You kissed him in the glow of the streetlight , slow, lingering, the kind that tasted like salt and beer and unspoken things. When you pulled back, his eyes were glassy.

“Don’t cry, Garcia.”

“I’m not crying. It’s the wind.”

You laughed and brushed your thumb under his eye anyway. “Go save the world, Fanboy.”

“I’ll come back to you.” He cupped your face. “Always.”

Back at your apartment, you lay awake long after he dropped you off , his hoodie still clinging to your shoulders, his scent on your skin. Your phone buzzed just after 2 a.m.

Mickey: Can’t sleep. You up?

You smiled at the glow of his name. You: Always.

A second later, your phone rang. You answered it before it could finish the first buzz.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey, baby.” His voice was soft, rough with tiredness. “Can you talk for a bit?”

“Yeah,” you said. You curled up tighter under the blanket, like you could pretend he was there beside you. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You. Just you,” he said. You could hear the sound of waves behind him , he’d gone back to the beach, probably pacing by the pier like he always did before a deployment.

“Are you scared?” you asked.

He hesitated. “A little.”

Your chest squeezed. “You’ll be okay.”

“I will,” he said. “You make me brave, you know that?”

You closed your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, so soft you almost missed it under the hush of the wind. “Hey. When I get back…”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should think about getting a place together. You and me. No more sleeping alone.”

Your eyes flew open. “Are you serious?”

He laughed under his breath. “Yeah. I’m serious. I want you in my bed every night. I wanna make you pancakes in the morning and fight about closet space.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh too loudly. “We’re gonna fight about your ugly sneakers, too.”

“Those are classic, baby. Don’t disrespect my drip.”

You snorted. “God, I miss you already.”

“I’m right here,” he said. “Always gonna be right here.”

When you finally hung up, the sun was starting to push against the curtains. You curled into the pillow that still smelled like him and drifted off to sleep , dreaming of oysters you’d probably hate and a little apartment with a closet too small for all his flight suits.

And somewhere far above the ocean, Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia checked the last text you sent him before takeoff.

You: Come home to me, okay?

And he smiled behind his oxygen mask, heart steady in his chest as the jet roared to life.

Mickey: Always.

[stlllle]

Hiii! You’re writing is amazing 😊

Could you do a Namgyu x f! reader? where reader is Namgyus ex-finance or smth and they broke up due to him stealing her money for drugs or smth.. but throughout the games she’s been trying to avoid him even tho he tries to talk to her (sort of a 222 and 333 situation). Then during hide and seek(keys and knives) reader gets blue and Namgyu gets red and she sees how aggressive Namgyu has gotten with people and since she’s been trying to avoid him she thinks he will go after her next not knowing he’s still deeply inlove with her. So she’s begging people to switch but no one will. Then during the game he sees someone trying to kill her and he gets them off with Myungi. You can choose the ending but pls fluff!! (can u also include a part where he’s talking to Myungi about reader since Myungi brought up his love for junhee so Namgyu brings up reader and everything he feels)!! no smut please😊Thank you so much❤️❤️

Ashes of Us — Nam-Gyu x f!Reader

📌 Warnings:

Violence, strong language, obsession, toxic relationship, addiction mention, emotional trauma, character death, oppressive environment, psychological tension, intense kiss, unresolved feelings. (18+ for themes, no smut)

📌 Word Count:

~12,500 words

📌 Author’s Note:

Hiiiii, I’m so happy you sent this request 🙂

I’m not sure if it turned out good… but here it is (for some reason I really struggled to write this, like, rewrote it so many times lol).

If you read and enjoy it, I recommend checking out my other stories 😛

Requests are currently closed, but if you think your idea is really good, feel free to send it anyway (I just won’t be fast to answer!)

Masterlist — [link]

You met Nam-Gyu on a Friday.

Rain, neon lights and the smell of cheap beer.

The kind of night where everything starts bad and somehow gets worse.

He worked at the shittiest club in town — half security, half bartender, half problem. And that night, you were drunk enough not to care about any of it.

He was the one who pulled you away from some asshole who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

A shove, a low threat, and just like that — he became the topic of the week in your friend group.

"Did you see that guy?"

"That stare? Holy shit."

"If he grabbed me like that I’d marry him."

You laughed.

But you went back the next week.

---

That’s how it started.

Nam-Gyu wasn’t the type to start conversations.

He was quiet, a little guarded, way too handsome for his job, with a crooked smirk that made stupid girls fall in love.

— “You gonna keep staring or you want a drink?”

— “If you’re the one serving, I’ll take it.”

He huffed, but his ears turned pink.

After that, you started seeing each other. First outside the club, then in shitty coffee shops, then on his worn-out couch watching dubbed movies at 2AM.

Nam-Gyu wasn’t romantic. He was awkward.

He’d buy you cheap chocolate from corner stores and bring you a stolen flower from someone’s garden.

Jealous, protective, but in a way that — in the beginning — felt good.

If someone looked at you too long on the street, he’d drape an arm over your shoulders.

If a guy hit on you at a bar, Nam-Gyu would appear out of nowhere with that dead-eyed stare.

And you fell for him.

Fast. Hard. Ugly.

---

The nights with him were the best.

Laughing too loud after two cups of shitty soju.

Singing old songs on empty sidewalks at 3AM.

Nam-Gyu sleeping spooned against you, face buried in your neck, mumbling slurred promises.

— “We’re gonna get outta here, you know?”

— “Yeah? Where to?”

— “Tokyo. Or Busan. Fuck it, anywhere far from this shithole.”

You’d laugh and call him an idiot.

But you believed him.

He made you believe.

---

And of course, there were fights.

Because he was possessive, insecure, reckless.

You hated when he’d disappear for hours with no word.

He hated when you so much as spoke to a guy.

But you made up.

Always circled back to each other.

The fights ended with him slamming the door, then coming back hours later, face scuffed, exhausted grin, holding a plastic bag.

— “Here. Strawberry. Your favorite.”

— “You can’t buy me off with candy, Nam-Gyu.”

— “Shut up and eat it.”

You did.

He held you.

And you fell asleep together.

---

But little by little… it changed.

Nam-Gyu started acting strange.

Tired. Distant. Hollow.

You pretended not to see.

Then money started going missing.

At first it was coins.

Then bills.

Then your favorite earrings.

Your old camera.

When you asked, he’d brush it off.

Said you lost them.

You knew better.

But you were scared of the truth.

Until one day, you caught him.

Came home early, found him in the bathroom.

Thin. Pale. Shaking.

And the drugs right there on the counter.

Your world cracked in half.

— “What the fuck is this, Nam-Gyu?!”

— “It’s not what you think.”

— “It’s exactly what I think!”

He tried to hug you.

You flinched.

— “I’m trying, okay? I’m gonna quit.”

You wanted to believe it.

For a while, you did.

---

The relapses came fast.

He’d disappear for days.

Come back wrecked.

You’d scream. He’d cry.

You’d swear you were leaving. He’d promise to stop.

You spent your savings bailing him out.

Paid rent. Paid debts. Paid for hospital nights.

Until the day you checked your bank account and saw it was empty.

Every last cent.

Years of work.

You knew instantly.

You came home ready to kill.

Door cracked open.

Apartment trashed.

Nam-Gyu half-conscious on the floor.

You screamed, shook him, called an ambulance.

He barely whispered.

— “I’m sorry… I couldn’t…”

— “Where’s my money, Nam-Gyu?!”

— “I… I needed it.”

You hit him.

Cried. Screamed. Called him every name you knew.

And you left.

Small bag.

Puffy face.

Shaking hands.

He tried to stop you at the door.

— “Don’t go.”

— “I already did.”

The door slammed shut.

You never went back.

---

And you thought that was the end.

Months later, new job, new number, new apartment — you almost forgot.

Almost.

Until you woke up in that goddamn arena.

A number on your chest.

And across the field.

Those eyes.

The same.

But dead.

Covered in blood and dirt.

The same boy you loved.

Now a ghost.

And before the shock even wore off, all you could think was:

Fuck. He’s here.

He’s alive.

And I’m screwed.

---

---

The smell in that dormitory was always the same.

Metal, sweat, dried blood clinging to the concrete.

You’d been there long enough to know nothing changed.

The iron bunk beds, the numbers on chests, exhausted faces, and the constant, suffocating fear.

But since the day you saw Nam-Gyu there, fear had turned into something else.

Panic.

He was there.

And unlike you, he seemed fine.

Too fine.

Always quiet, lying on the same bunk, with that empty stare.

And it was always on you.

Since you’d run into him in the courtyard after the first game, you hadn’t been able to breathe properly.

Hiding in the furthest corners, avoiding eye contact, switching bunks every night.

But it didn’t matter.

He always found you.

You felt it.

---

That night, before the next game, the dorm was restless.

Whispers everywhere.

Everyone felt something bad coming.

You were curled up in one of the farthest bunk corners, staring at your hands, trying to make yourself invisible.

And then you heard it.

— “You’ve had that look since yesterday.”

Myung-gi, Player 333, hanging his head from the top bunk to look at you.

You didn’t answer.

— “Relax. Can’t get worse than this.”

You let out a dry, bitter laugh.

He dropped down to the lower bunk beside you.

— “So? You leave anyone out there?”

— “No.”

— “Liar. Everyone left someone.”

Silence.

You stayed quiet.

Myung-gi grinned sideways.

— “I left someone. One of those fucked up loves too.”

— “Good for you.”

— “Was starting to think I was the only dumbass loving the wrong person.”

You were about to snap back when you felt it.

That stare.

Again.

You lifted your eyes and there he was.

Nam-Gyu, on a corner bunk, staring at you the same way only he could.

Your throat tightened.

Myung-gi noticed.

— “Ah… it’s ‘cause of him.”

You didn’t reply.

— “You two knew each other before, huh?”

— “Shut up.”

Myung-gi chuckled and moved away.

Nam-Gyu didn’t.

---

The announcement came right after.

That soulless, metallic voice filling the dorm.

“Players, prepare for the next game. Proceed in single file to the instructions hall.”

The shuffling of bodies, footsteps on concrete, everyone lining up.

You kept your head down, trying to disappear in the crowd.

But you knew.

You felt his eyes burning into your back.

Always.

---

In the instructions hall, all players in line, the screen lit up.

Hide and Seek.

Two teams.

Blue and Red.

One hunts. One runs.

Knives and keys scattered on the floor of the arena.

The game runs until one side remains.

Your stomach dropped.

Your number flashed blue.

Across the room, you saw his chest glow red.

Fuck.

The air tightened.

You looked around in panic.

— “Someone switch with me! Please!”

— “Piss off.”

— “Please, I’ll do anything—”

— “Not a chance.”

No one wanted it.

You could feel his eyes again.

Even before the game started, he knew what you were about to do.

---

From his corner, Nam-Gyu watched you begging.

Your trembling hands.

The sheer fear on your face.

And something in him twisted.

Or whatever was left.

Myung-gi approached him.

— “You gonna go after her?”

— “I’m not laying a hand on her.”

— “And if someone else does?”

Nam-Gyu clenched his fists.

— “Then they die first.”

Myung-gi gave him a crooked grin.

— “You’re still that fucked up over her.”

— “Always was.”

---

The signal blared.

Everyone moved through the doors into the arena.

A wide, open space.

Concrete floor, clean walls.

Knives and keys scattered everywhere.

You backed up against the nearest wall, pulse hammering in your throat.

People running, screaming.

Bodies hitting the floor.

Blood already marking the pale concrete.

Every footstep echoed.

Until a player came for you.

Sweaty face, knife in hand.

Eyes desperate for a point.

You stepped back.

He lunged.

And the moment the blade swung, a figure crossed your vision.

Nam-Gyu.

The punch was brutal.

The man collapsed.

Nam-Gyu finished him off with a knife grabbed from the ground.

Blood splattered the concrete.

You froze, wide-eyed, heart pounding.

Nam-Gyu raised his gaze to you.

Chest heaving. Hands smeared in blood.

And he said, low, only for you to hear.

— “Told you I’d always protect you.”

---

His voice barely made it out through the thick air, chest heaving, face sweaty, his hand still slick with the blood of the guy he’d just dropped.

You could feel your whole body trembling. Didn’t know if it was fear, shock, or your heart beating so fast it physically hurt.

And for a second, right there in that filthy arena, you just looked at him.

At the same man who ruined your life — and had just saved it.

The game wasn’t over.

Screams still echoed. Knives hitting the floor. Footsteps running.

But you couldn’t move.

He spoke again.

— “Stay with me.”

It wasn’t a command. Or a plea. It was just… almost a whisper.

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Then another player came at you from behind. And before you could react, Nam-Gyu was already moving.

Dropped the guy with a kick to the chest. A key stabbed clean into his throat.

You gasped.

— “Fucking hell, Nam-Gyu!”

— “I told you no one was touching you.”

He grabbed a knife off the floor, eyes locked on the remaining players, gesturing with his head.

— “Come on. Stay behind me.”

And against everything logical, you did.

For the rest of that nightmare of a game, he kept people away from you.

Whoever tried, went down.

At some point, Myung-gi appeared, blood on his lip and laughing like a psycho.

— “If it wasn’t so pathetic, it’d almost be romantic.”

Nam-Gyu didn’t even answer.

When the final buzzer sounded and the metallic voice announced the end of the match, the few survivors staggered back to the dorm.

Some limping. Some carried. Some numb.

You moved on autopilot.

Hands sticky, legs shaking, head pounding.

When you passed through the door, you felt the thick, suffocating heat of the dorm again.

The weight of everyone’s breathing.

The smell of iron.

You tried to disappear into a corner.

To an empty bunk.

But he followed.

Nam-Gyu stopped a couple steps away.

You turned to him.

— “What do you want?”

— “To talk.”

— “We’ve got nothing to talk about.”

Your voice cracked.

He ran a hand through his hair, nervous, something you’d never seen before.

That Nam-Gyu never showed anything.

Cold. Sharp.

Now, he just looked tired.

— “I know I fucked everything up.”

You stayed quiet.

— “If I could take it back… if I could undo what I did to you, I would.”

You bit your lip.

— “You ruined my life, Nam-Gyu.”

He closed his eyes. Chest rising slowly.

— “I know. And I’ll never… never forgive myself for it.”

You sat down on the edge of the bunk, burying your face in your hands.

— “Why are you doing this now? Why did you risk yourself for me today?”

He knelt in front of you, right at eye level.

— “Because even after everything… I still fucking love you.”

The words came low. Broken.

— “Even after losing you. After dragging you to hell with me. I still fucking love you, ____.”

You felt your eyes burn.

Your throat closing tight.

And before you could stop it, the tears were already falling.

Nam-Gyu hesitated. Then reached out, slowly.

— “Let me take care of you. Just tonight. Just now.”

You closed your eyes.

For a second.

And rested your forehead against his.

— “I hate you, Nam-Gyu.”

— “Me too.”

A tired, crooked smile.

And then he kissed you.

It was rough, messy, tasted like blood and salt.

But it was real.

You grabbed his shirt. He pulled you closer.

The entire dorm pretending not to notice.

Until Myung-gi’s loud voice cut through from his corner.

— “Finally, fuck. This circus was missing one last act.”

Nam-Gyu flipped him off without pulling away from you.

And for a moment — just that moment — you forgot where you were.

Forgot the debt, the blood, the hate.

It was just him.

You.

And the silent promise that as long as he was breathing, no one would lay a hand on you.

---

THE END.

[pichichuu]

Hello rei, I forgot to greet you, by any chance could please do a headcannon for saja boys x solo idol s/o , Which is very elegant and also looks very aesthetic wherever it is. Like the wind blowing her hair or when she is sitting (the point is that fem s/o always looks aesthetic wherever she is)

Pretty, please....

hi hi :) thank you for messaging me again to greet me that's so sweet🥹

i hope i got this right! here are a few sfw headcanons for each of the saja boys individually. if it's not what you wanted feel free to message me again!

a/n: this was a liiiittle out of my element, but i hope you enjoy! i had a lot of fun writing it. i do feel like i need to highlight that the kpop industry really pushes aestheticism, and while a lot of the media we see is beautiful, it's important to love yourself as you are and (more importantly) take care of yourself! i never mind writing requests like this but i need to note that this is fictional and idealistic, and that reality and real bodies are also beautiful :)

i am once again ignoring the reality that if this actually happened they would get cancelled so hard

Jinu

you and jinu are the epitome of a pretty couple. i'm talking magazine cover, only-see-in-movies type of romance... you coordinate outfits, so even if you don't match all the time, you always complement each other

he's the type to be with you 24/7. he acts like your best friend most of the time... and he's always talking about you. people would always react excitedly in the live streams; even though everyone wants jinu, they can't deny that you guys are made for each other.

your manager was EXHAUSTED before you were public about your relationship. they had to beat off the dating rumors with a stick.

if you have an event, he's right there with you. every premiere, every red carpet, every concert, he's either by your side or backstage.

the song you made with him is your most popular <3

Abby

he's so supportive. if he's not by your side, he's at the front of every crowd with a camera. even though you do brand collabs and photoshoots all the time, you swear he takes the best photos of you.

he has to have more bodyguards when he's watching you from the crowd. he gets so focused on you that he lets his guard down lol.

he likes staying in sometimes, especially when the fans are overwhelming, but he often prefers to be out and about.

he gives the 'i can't believe i bagged her' vibe. he loves you, and wants everyone else to see why. even though he sees how people obsess with his looks, he still can't believe his girlfriend is so beautiful.

always tries to take bad photos of you at home to giggle over. he knows you'll still be cute in them, but he likes getting photos that show a side of you the public doesn't see. they're his favorites.

Baby

he's behind every instagram post you make. baby knows what angles, lighting, and poses the fans love most. he always manages to sneak in a few photos for himself to keep :)

when soda pop came out, fan art circulated of you two drinking the saja boys collab cans. they even made fan designs of you and baby on the cans. they became so popular that there were rumors circulating that you would get a featured part in the song and a matching collab can.

he teaches you the cute poses he uses for paparazzi photos so you guys can match. he likes to use two-person poses too

Mystery

ok i might not know much about mystery but I DO KNOW that he is a fashion icon. SO. MATCHING OUTFITS. he likes going clothes shopping with you and picking out coordinating clothes. you two always look like you came from a photoshoot.

there are always rumors circulating about you two. they're always stamped with a glamorous, mysterious paparazzi photo

rumors about his face only increased in number when you got together. people needed to know what he looked like, especially if someone like you was with him. they all knew he'd be handsome, but it's practically a fact if someone like you is in a relationship with him.

Romance

he loves playing with your hair and doing your makeup. the way your eyelids flutter when he applies eyeshadow makes him blush. he thinks you're beautiful with and without makeup, but he finds that helping you get ready to go out has a certain intimacy to it.

his eyes are always on you. if you have a hair that's out of place or a wrinkle in your clothes, he's the first to notice it and fix it.

he plans the cutest dates. paparazzi photos often capture you two on picnics, at the aquarium, at the fair/amusement park, etc. if you drop it in conversation that you want to go somewhere, no matter how brief, he'll make note of it.

he secretly loves the paparazzi photos and sometimes hires someone on the inside to take some pictures of your more private dates, even if they aren't released to the public. candid photos of you capture a genuinity that the magazines just can't.

m.list

[beyerstatic]

1. Date location

Countryside plains during a cool, clear summer night on a small hill.

2. no idea what that means, sadly.

3. What makes me feel loved

people remembering about my interests or just checking up on me in general.

4. Relationship status

surprisingly, am taken, but I keep hush about it online.

5. Have I had crushes

at least a few, struggle to remember them anymore.

6. My type?

Anyone that makes me feel safe enough for me to relax and know I can toss my filter off.

7. Do I develop crushes easy

No, I'm a pretty tough lock to pick.

8. Date night movie?

Probably some vulgarish comedy film. I find them pretty hilarious.

9. Fav flowers?

Cornflowers.

10. What I'd gift on an anniversary?

A personalised photo album of the past year's events

11. Favourite album?

currently it's Dance With The Dead's "Driven To Madness", it changes a lot because there are so many genres I love to bits.

12. My love language

checking up on people and mentioning things I've seen that relate to their interests

14. Do I read fanfiction?

Nope.

15. Fictional Crushes?

None I can think of at the moment.

16. Loud or Quiet?

I will favor quiet guys, my social battery can only take so much.

17. Don't know that one sorry.

18. Comfort Food

Orange Marmalade and biscuit spread sandwich

19. Last listened to song?

"Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" by limp bizkit

20. Best compliment I've received?

A 14 year old on discord once told me that I was the first person to him that wasn't annoying the hell out of him while having a deep talk

21. Smooch on the lips, cheek or forehead?

all is good, can't decide.

22. Scalp or Back massage?

Back. I want my back to pop like bubble wrap

23. Celebrity crushes?

None.

24. Guilty pleasure?

Going to restaurants on my own, makes me feel special

25. do I like PDA?

I will get this wrong because the only PDA's I know are those small devices that help you track stuff like calendars and also other stuff

26. Preferred way of being comforted?

Just be there with me so I can have a shoulder to cry on.

27. Fav way to express affection?

Physical touch, small things like incorporating a small hug in a handshake with closest friends and just being there for them when they need me the most.

28. Big spoon or little?

From what I understand, I've been thrusted into the big one's position.

It's genuinely the first time I've done anything like this in my almost 20 years, so bear with the answers being dry or..unusual for the hellsite standards.

mlm ask game!

1. ideal date location?

2. favorite mlm song?

3. what makes you feel loved?

4. are you single or taken?

5. how many crushes have you had?

6. what's your type?

7. do you develop crushes quickly?

8. best show or movie for a date night at home?

9. what are your favorite flowers?

10. what would you give as a gift on an anniversary?

11. what's your favorite album?

12. what's your love language?

13. what are some pet names that make you blush?

14. do you read fanfiction?

15. any fictional crushes?

16. loud boys or quiet boys?

17. any characters you headcanon as mlm?

18. what's your comfort food?

19. last song you listened to?

20. best compliment you ever received?

21. kiss on the lips, cheek or forehead?

22. scalp massage or back massage?

23. any celebrity crushes?

24. what's your guilty pleasure?

25. do you like PDA?

26. how do you prefer to be comforted?

27. favorite way to express affection?

28. big spoon or little spoon?

29. freebie! ask or prompt to share something random

[trinity15]

GABRIELA

Charles Leclerc x model!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: Charles begins a relationship with a model, but her biggest rival won't give up until Charles ends up with her.

Story with some smau. Inspired by KATSEYE's song 'Gabriela', go listen to it babes xoxo. Gabriela face claim: alexandra. A really messy timeline but don't think about it just enjoy.

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caption: Wimbeldon looking great with celebrities like charlesleclerc and gabrielavelez.

user1 weve lost him guys

user2 charles the man you are

user3 charles and gabriela together was not on my 2025 bingo card

user4 wasn't charles seen with y/n some days ago why is he now with Gabriela??

Y/n closed the computer with more force than usual. She had arrived the day before in Paris and was already looking forward to leaving and flying to the UK just to pull Gabriela's hair out.

Oh, Gabriela.

Gabriela was half-Mexican, half-English, a world-renowned model. Famously known as the "golden woman" - every man who dated Gabriela was considered a lucky man. She could have anyone she wanted, but unfortunately she only wanted one: Charles Leclerc.

Gabriela was not only known for her beauty and elegance on the catwalk. Her failed friendship with Y/n was one of the juiciest gossip topics in the industry, especially since no one knew the real reason why it all ended. The day Y/n and Gabriela's friendship broke up, another feeling was born between the two: an eternal hatred.

Gabriela and Y/n started hating each other and challenging each other in absolutely everything. If Gabriela did something Y/n had to do it better and vice versa.

But Y/n had something Gabriela wanted, but could not have: Charles Leclerc. The war had begun. It began the moment Gabriela saw Charles slip an arm around Y/n's waist and kiss her at a private after-party.

Gabriela didn't care about the consequences. If she wanted something, she would do anything to get it, and Y/n knew that. That's why seeing her sitting next to her boyfriend made her blood boil. Gabriela was already launching her attacks, now it was Y/n's turn to respond.

Later that night Y/n called Charles, he answered the call in a second.

On Y/n's computer screen appeared a wet-haired Charles, fresh from his hotel shower. "Hello, mon amor" Y/n smiled  and sat up in bed to make herself more comfortable.

"How was the game?" Charles just nodded his head as he raised his shoulders. A slightly confused answer.

"The match was good, but Gabriela sat next to me and it was a bit awkward" Charles sighed and then looked at Y/n. "sorry, now the rumours will start".

People loved to talk and the post on Vogue's Instagram that Y/n had seen hadn't gone unnoticed. They had posted a picture of Charles and Gabriela together. They weren't touching and they weren't talking either, they were just sitting together and that was enough.

Y/n played it down and they went on to talk about a different subject.

charlesleclerc

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Fashion week at Paris

user1 he is that hadsome he doen't even look real

user2 im on my knees mr leclerc

user3 gabriela is so lucky

user4 gabriela?? i will bet my life he's dating y/n not gabriela user5 gabriela and y/n's gossip keeps going and im here for it

Only one of the most handsome and elegant men in the world of sport could be one of the guests at Paris fashion week and that was Charles Leclerc.

To his good fortune his girlfriend was walking for Versace, but to his misfortune Gabriela would also be present walking for Prada. Although neither of them would be walking the same catwalk as the other, they would meet at the dinners and parties organised by the brands. Dinners to which Charles had also been invited. The perfect battlefield. Private dinners and parties where photos and videos were forbidden.

At the Versace show Charles was able to admire some of the designs thanks to the little knowledge of fashion that his girlfriend had taught him. However, the moment Y/n appeared to close the show, with her defiant gaze and wearing the collection's main design, Charles forgot everything, even how to breathe. She was beautiful and if Charles was already head over heels in love with her, now he was even more so, if that was possible.

They didn't see each other until later in the evening. Versace had arranged a dinner party that was to be attended by many important people. Neither Y/n nor Charles expected to see Gabriela there but when Y/n returned to her seat after greeting Gigi Hadid and found her biggest rival sitting next to her boyfriend trying to flirt with him her face changed completely. If Gabriela wanted to play then they would play, Y/n was not going to tolerate any flirtatious behaviour towards Charles.

"Oh, Y/n! It's been a long time since we've seen each other." Y/n replied with a fake smile. If Gabriela was going to be this fake to her then Y/n would be twice as fake.

"Right Gabriela? It's been years since we've spoken." Charles didn't know what to do - The tension could be cut with scissors and the challenging looks on the two women's faces could kill anyone who got in their way. "Dinner is about to start, I think you should go to your seat now."

"Oh! I'm sitting in my seat already, don't worry" The two let out fake laughs and Charles, who was sitting between the two, didn't know what to do.

Charles spoke little or not at all during dinner. Gabriela asked him questions in a flirtatious tone that Y/n was unable to ignore. Before Charles could say anything to Gabriela, Y/n would always go ahead and answer them for him herself, or blurt out any comment to change the subject.

They got back to their hotel around 1:25am. Y/n took off her heels as she walked through the door and threw herself on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. "I can't stand her, I hate her."

Charles knew the whole story between Gabriela and Y/n but as much as he loved his girlfriend he would never tell her that the one who was right all along in that conflict was Gabriela. However, he didn't agree with what Gabriela was trying to do now. No matter how many times or how she tried to seduce him, he had given his heart to Y/n and had decided to be with her through thick and thin and no one was going to change his mind.

f1movie

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Important people walking the red carpet of the f1 movie premier in New york city.

user1 all the drivers with their girlfriends except carlos, lando and charles.

user2 charles has rumors with two models this could be the time to finish the rumors and hardlaunch but he decides to go alone

user3 maybe he's single user4 user3 denial is always the first stage

Yes, Y/n had been invited to the premiere of f1 the movie for her short appearance in the Ferrari garage. Gabriela had attended the same premiere thanks to her agency.

The red carpet had been walked by the actors of the film, the f1 drivers and the lesser known influencers. Afterwards they went to a cinema to watch the film. Once the film was over they went to a party organised by the same people who had organised the premiere.

Y/n had been trying to keep her distance from Charles at that party because very few people there knew about their relationship and it was not the time to make it public.

Or so she thought until she saw Gabriela millimetres away from Charles, rubbing her body against him. Charles was trying to pull away without being too rude, because he was polite first and foremost, and Y/n cursed her boyfriend for that.

Y/n finished her conversation with Tate McRae and said her goodbyes before turning away from her and heading in the direction of Charles and Gabriela.

Y/n grabbed Gabriela's arm and pulled her away from Charles roughly. "What do you think you're doing? He's my boyfriend Gabriela and whatever you're trying it's not going to work." Y/n was furious and Gabriela was enjoying every second of watching Y/n holding back the urge to kill her.

Sure Gabriela liked Charles, but she loved seeing Y/n's face every time she got close to him even more. She also loved knowing that she was finally getting her revenge on Y/n.

"How does it feel Y/n...seeing me with your boyfriend every chance I get" Gabriela's tone was defiant and her gaze didn't waver.

"You could have anyone here Gabriela, but Charles has come with me and he's going with me too."

"I thought so too" Gabriela replied nonchalantly, but she was annoyed. Annoyed that Y/n didn't seem to remember what had happened between them. March fucking 3rd, 2023. Gabriela had that date marked in her memory. The day she saw Y/n flirting with her boyfriend at a party and a month later discovered that he was cheating on her with Y/n, her best friend.

"What are you talking about?" This time Gabriela was really offended. That question had been too much and had confirmed her suspicions. Y/n really didn't remember.

"I don't know, maybe that you took my boyfriend away from me without giving a shit that I was your best friend?" Gabriela's sarcastic and angry tone made Y/n startled. She remembered everything and now, looking at it from another point of view, she understood that she did wrong and that Gabriela had every right to be angry.

Gabriel shook her head and looked at Y/n with a molten frown. "Never mind, I got what I wanted, a reaction from you. Besides, Charles loves you way too much to hurt you." Gabriela took a step to leave, but stopped short. "Congratulations, you've won."

Gabriela left without another glance at Y/n. On the other hand, Y/n was still taking in all the information and watching Gabriela leave, and when she finally left the place Y/n turned around and went straight to Charles.

Charles looked at her. But he didn't look at her with surprise for appearing out of nowhere in front of him, or with suspicion for not knowing what Y/n was going to do. He looked at her as if she was the only person in the world. He looked at her with love and adoration. He didn't know what Y/n intended, but he trusted her and if she wanted to reveal their relationship there and now he wasn't going to stop her because he loved her and would love her just as intensely publicly as he did privately.

Then Y/n grabbed Charles by the face and kissed him. Charles responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his body.

There was nothing more powerful in this world than rumours. Rumours could ruin lives and careers, but they could also do the opposite and help someone rise to stardom. At the time both Charles and Y/n didn't care about the rumours anymore, if people wanted to talk then let them talk. They were happy and in love and nothing and no one was going to change that.

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[mona-risms]

Ooh and pooks....I don't think they'd react well if the fans start shipping idol! Reader with her bandmatesss, imagine hey start doing shit infront of the camera to put the false shipping to an end and ship the right oness,

Shit so intense they won't get a "huntrix beings gay for 5 minutes straight gay" compilation , it'd be "10 hours straight gay" instead

AHAHA OH MY GOD they get a compilation playlist 😭😭😭😭😭

They KNOW it's Slightly irrational for them to get all jealous and possessive at the constant shipping between you and the other members of your group, esp since they ARE very aware of fanservice and stuff, BUT. Let's not forget these three are a bunch of losers who maybe sometimes don't think rationally 💀 so they go ham without explicitly kissing you (but GOD are they struggling with that last part)

When you're doing a vlive with one or two of your members and Zoey, she doesn't hesitate to sit in front of you so that she can lean back on your chest while deliberately grabbing both of your hands to wrap them around her waist. It leads to someone asking her like "you're really attached to [Y/N] aren't you lol" and her IMMEDIATELY going "YEP I REALLY love her........as my favourite junior obvi, no offense ;3c" which not only do your other members go 🤨 at that and joke about it, so is the internet as they clip that moment and the moment after, when your face is blushing on stream right after bc it was SO OUT OF NOWHERE

Your group could be doing one of those collab performances, maybe for one of your spicier songs that had people going CRAZY over shipping you with your other members bc we were on ab the concept change last time anyway 🥰 and instead of it being the usual way it's done, it's MIRA grinding on you as the both of you sang in a duet for a specific part. Girl is absolutely exploiting her main dancer role bc by GOD the way her body's moving has the crowd going INSANE while you're trying so so so hard not to crack bc HELLO????????

And then maybe you're doing some fansigns after the end of a concert, and there are people coming up to you and your other members to tell you how cute you are w e/o, some DEFINITELY meaning it in a kiss kiss fall in love typa way, before Rumi COINCIDENTALLY pops up in her disguise. When you're asking who to sign the autograph off to, she takes her hood off and says it's for your biggest fan, like the Sajas, while leaning in close—she's trying so hard not to kiss you but you look adorable when you're all surprised like that!! ☹️☹️☹️

There's no surprise if you end up asking them what they're doing, but all they'll do is act completely clueless like what....no......they don't know what you're talking about........they're acting Completely normal wdym...............but not only your members questioning your relationship w your literal seniors and TOP 1 K-POP UNIT, but yk. At least the public's also going wild

.......i mean it's moreso a really complicated love triangle now between your unit members and HUNTR/X, with you in the middle of it all, so....mission failed successfully? LOL

[clarkeyscherry]

BF HEADCANONS // CHRIS DIXON!

boyfriend!chris… what a sweetheart omg.

boyfriend!chris… who’s so so gentle and patient with you.

boyfriend!chris… he would definitely love you so loudly, no doubt about it. posting you everywhere, bringing you up when he can, inviting you to shoots and being in his videos — vice versa.

boyfriend!chris… who’s big on giving and receiving reassurance, if you’re worried about something/someone he’s there straight away.

“i promise you have nothing to worry about.”

boyfriend!chris… seems like he dates to marry so he’d definitely plan a future with you. marriage, children. and he has a list of names he wants for his future kids (so do you).

boyfriend!chris… who would force you to listen to taylor swift and would probably give you the meaning of every song.

boyfriend!chris… teaches you how to play footie. you could score the shittiest of goals and he’d be proud.

“there you go! well done babe.”

boyfriend!chris… loves the idea of being cat parents with you.

boyfriend!chris… when he plays in sidemen charity matches and he sees you in his jersey, it would boost his confidence so much. cutie.

boyfriend!chris… if you’ve had a long day at work he’d have food on the table ready for you.

“cooked your favourite ready for when you come home xx”

boyfriend!chris… who’s love language is physical touch!!! is always either holding your hand, hand on your back or leg, arm swung around your shoulder.

boyfriend!chris… he’s convinced that he’s punching with you but you’re like ??? cause he’s so fit hello.

boyfriend!chris… loves your relationship with kelly, literally means the world to him that you make a lot of effort with his family.

boyfriend!chris… i think if you had any nieces/nephews and they’d call him uncle chris he’d definitely be like 🥹.

boyfriend!chris… also gets broody seeing you with them. but you do too when you see how good he is with them.

boyfriend!chris… would bring you flowers ‘just because.’

boyfriend!chris… would force you to watch lord of the rings 🥲.

boyfriend!chris… knows you were obsessed with him but then when he started styling his hair curly it just got so much worse 🫠🫠.

boyfriend!chris… cooking dates!!

boyfriend!chris… loves seeing you wear his red fleece.

boyfriend!chris… he definitely got you a jersey with your last name on it and with the number 10 😉.

NSFW!

boyfriend!chris… his height might be short but something else isn’t 😏.

boyfriend!chris… i think his favourite position would be doggy, loooves holding your waist from behind.

boyfriend!chris… would be giggly sometimes, especially your first time the nerves of it all.

boyfriend!chris… but he’s also very serious and wants to make you feel good.

boyfriend!chris… loves when you put your head into his neck so he can hear your little moans in his ear.

boyfriend!chris… prefers sex when it’s slow and more love making, rather than fast paced and rough.

boyfriend!chris… VOCAL.

boyfriend!chris… is not afraid to let you know how good you feel around him.

boyfriend!chris… would probably keep pictures on his phone of you, no one else ever sees them.

DURING AN ARGUMENT!

boyfriend!chris… so softly spoken, would never raise his voice.

boyfriend!chris… absolutely hates arguing, always comes up with a solution.

boyfriend!chris… would never ever call you any names, he’d be caught dead before that ever happened!

boyfriend!chris… yes you’ll have little bickers but never full blown arguments.

boyfriend!chris… the small ones would occur more in the beginning. both of you coming out of long term relationships made it harder but you worked through it.

boyfriend!chris… we know how chris gets when he’s drunk, he’s either mean or incredibly gay. but if he says anything that’s remotely rude to you on accident he’ll immediately apologise. and won’t stop apologising until he’s so sure you’re okay.

boyfriend!chris… again with the beginning of the relationship, i feel like arguments would be caused by him talking about shan a lot. obviously you didn’t mind but it was A LOT so you thought he wasn’t over her. he had to constantly reassure you that he was.

chris version!! for my girl @livvymd cause she said it would heal her soul xx

also thank you so much for 200 followers ily all💕

[thinkinonsense]

primal ✮⋆˙

joel miller x fem!reader warnings: secret relationship, smut, specifically joel from ep. 2 when he goes golfing, kinda role playing, crawling, eating it from the back (fem receiving), fingering, dog symbolism, corruption kink, doggy style (i had to), possessive!joel, age gap (25 and 60's), slight manhandling, spanking, boot riding, pussy spanks, edging, hair tugging, joel talks to your pussy, jealous!joel, lots of cum, slight angst, slight breeding kink, notes: heavily inspired from the songs 'dog years' and 'safe word' by halsey and the film 'secretary'. the ending is kinda rushed.

what joel and you have together is controversial to say the least. if anyone knew the truth about what you two do late at night together, neither of you would be able to show your faces again in town.

that thought didn't make either of you want to stop it though. if anything, it made you want each other more.

it's a quarter to eight when you unlock the side door of joel's house with the key he gave you. the sun has already set in the town of jackson, letting the long day rest heavy on you. what you needed more than anything in this moment was joel.

he knows you better than anyone else ever has. taking the time to open you up and study you. finding a way to tame you.

anxiously you sat on the floor of his bedroom; waiting for joel to come home. the room is dark except for the one lamp in the corner of the room, barely creating any light.

soon enough you hear keys jingling around in the door handle downstairs and your stomach flips with excitement at every one of his loud footsteps heading your way. as he steps inside and sits on the bed, joel lets out a low whistle.

the signal.

"ah, there's my girl." he says, watching you crawl on your hands and knees over to him.

the thin straps of your dress fall lazily off of your shoulders as you make your way over to him. when your finally settled in between his legs, joel's hand lightly touches your hair and moves down to your jaw, gripping it and lifting it up.

"long day, sweetheart?" he asks, moving his thumb to tug softly at your bottom lip.

you nod into his palm.

"ain't gotta worry now. i'll take good care of ya'."

joel's thumb pushes past your lips, allowing you to suck on it freely. you obey, letting him stretch and train your mouth as he pleases. never complaining when you nibble on the digit, letting your teeth glide over it teasingly.

you always get so lost in these moments that the only thing that breaks you out of them is when joel begins to tap his foot next to you.

"get on, babydoll."

his words create a warm tingle in between your thighs. slowly you hop onto the tip of his working boots. joel's never said it aloud but he adores the way your body wraps around his leg, holding on as if he's the only thing keeping you grounded.

a tiny whimper leaves your lips when you first move, feeling the pool of slick beneath you. joel can feel the way your body trembles with each grind.

your clit catches on the lace of his boots, adding a nice bit of friction. joel takes in the scene in front of him. your left cheek pressed against the inside of his denim covered thigh, moaning sweetly for him. as much as joel enjoys watching you contort with pleasure, he also loved denying you of it.

right on the brink of ecstasy, he slides his foot out from under and you hear him mutter, "down girl."

as he's aged, joel has become less forgiving. almost too willing to put you in your place.

"p-please, please, joel." you plead, looking up at him with big round eyes.

without warning, his hand wraps around the silver cross necklace and tugs softly at it. joel's eyes were dark with power and lust.

"not yet." he grunts, toying with the necklace.

another whimper escapes you, louder than the last. joel tsks in response.

"now, what have i told ya'?" his voice was low raspy and full of weight.

you knew the phrase and what it meant. joel always made sure to remind you of it when you become impatient or too needy. a reminder that all good girls get rewarded in the end.

"all dogs go to heaven." you reply, struggling to look into his eyes.

"good girl." he purrs, releasing your pretty necklace.

joel takes a moment to drink in your current state. face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. he thought it was cute how you pretend to be ashamed of this side of yourself.

all it takes is three quick taps on his thick thighs for you to pounce on him.

"ya' make a real pretty lap dog, sweetheart." he mutters, nipping at your ear lobe and brushing a hand down your hair.

"missed you today." you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he didn't need you to tell him that because joel could feel now much you missed him. due to the lack of panties under your dress, his jeans were beginning to get soaked from your slick.

one thing about joel is he kisses like he wants to eat you alive. it's full of hunger. borderline cannibalistic.

a primal desire.

instead of responding with words, joel lets the two of you fall back onto the mattress. your hips start to grind down on his belt buckle while his hands squeeze your hips and ass.

joel's fingers part your lips, running up and down your slit, collecting your arousal. your back arches as he circles your hole. everything felt so right,

until your lower half is met with a sudden smack!

"uh, j-joel." you groan, coating his palm.

"stop tryin' get yourself off on my belt." he says sternly, laying down another sharp smack.

the hand on your ass moves up your back while his other hand slips two fingers past your tight velvety walls. without noticing, joel's hand inches towards your hair and yanks your head back.

"r-r-right there..." you moan, eyes screwed shut.

moving at an ungodly fast pace, joel manages to find that sweet spongey spot. the one that no one has ever taken the time to study before.

"saw you with daniel the other day by the barns." joel rambles, sounding slightly pissed. "ya'll looked awfully close."

it takes you a moment to fully understand what he meant. sure, you were hanging out with danny. he's been your friend for years now and there was nothing going on between you two.

either way, the thought of that guy being close to you set a fire in his mind. the way he touches your hair and pulls you in for a hug. things joel wishes he could do in public with you.

"danny's just a.... a f-friend!" you squeal, feeling close again.

joel chuckles from somewhere dark and deeply within his chest. the sound alone almost tips you over the edge. the worst part is joel knows it.

"a friend doesn't stare at your chest when they talk to ya'." he remarks, fighting back a groan when you sink your teeth into his collarbone.

"w-why do you even pretend to care?" you bite back with a glare.

joel almost paused but instead he went painfully slow. he knew you two weren't public for many reasons but none of them were because he didn't care about you.

in a split second, joel's other hand wraps tightly into your hair similar to before but this time his grip was rougher. the way you liked it.

"do you seriously think i don't care about you?" he asked, arching a brow at you.

every coherent thought of yours melted the second you felt a fire start in your tummy. something warm and new.

"joel..." you squirm, kicking your feet slightly with embarrassment of what might happen. "c-can't."

your eyes shut as a splash of slick follows your trembling orgasm. whimpers of joel's name and soft curses fall from your lips like scripture.

"that's my girl." he smirks. "betcha like leakin' all over your old man, huh?"

weakly, you nod. joel can tell that you're tired from your orgasm, legs still slightly shaking but that won't stop him from getting a taste of you.

"get on all fours." he instructs you with a sharp smack to your ass, without a doubt leaving a bruise.

you crawl over him, feeling his gaze on your cunt as he watches you clench around nothing. chest and stomach flat against the mattress, back arched and ass in the air. just waiting for him.

"could sit here and stare at her all day." he groans behind you. big hands roaming all over your thighs and ass.

without warning, joel sinks his teeth into the fat of your left cheek. your groans of pain and pleasure fill the room as your arousal drips onto his dark navy bedsheets.

"pleasepleaseplease, j-joel." you beg, wiggling your hips back a little. inching for his mouth. "i need—ah!"

suddenly, his warm tongue begins lapping up your slick. running the muscle through your folds before dipping inside of you. the taste reminded him of honey. sweet sweet honey.

"fuck, sweetheart." he moans into your pussy, barely lifting up to breathe. joel eats pussy like he's on death row. takes his time, covers every surface. he loves inhaling your addictive scent. "can't believe you're all mine."

mine. that's always what he says with his head between your thighs. claims you in his bedroom but forgets your name once he's outside.

"s–shut up." you hiss, finally sick of his shit.

joel pulls back quickly then spits directly onto your cunt. a loud gasp slips from your lips at the feeling.

"don't try and bite at me. i'll leave you untouched for the rest of the night while i get off here by myself." he threatens and he means it.

"s-sorry." you whimper, not wanting him to leave you.

joel goes back to feasting on you but your behavior doesn't go unnoticed by him. he knows it eats at you that he can't claim you publicly. both of you made that clear the first time he kissed you. your daddy's on the council and the town tolerated joel. no one would approve of this.

when he finally pulled off of you, leaving you wreaked and his sheets ruined. joel flips you over swiftly and gets on top of you, facing you again.

the first thing he noticed were the tears in your eyes as you tried not to look at him. joel hated seeing you like this.

"where'd those tears come from, sweet girl?" he coos, tilting your chin to get you to make eye contact with him.

you sniffle, feeling embarrassed for crying.

"it's nothin'." you reply, wrapping your legs around him. hoping that he will let this go and move on.

"tell me what's wrong."

you think about not answering or lying, but for some reason you just can't. joel listens to you take a deep breath and sigh.

"feels like one of these days, you're gonna shot me in the yard. ya' know, put me out of my misery sorta thing."

joel takes a moment to gather his thoughts. his face was unreadable to you. no real sign of emotion until you felt his left hand reach for your leg, lifting it over his shoulder slowly.

"joel, maybe we shouldn't– fuck!"

your words are cut short when his hips snap against yours. it was always a struggle to take him fully; and right now, you could feel him in your guts. the pace was rough, like joel had something to prove to you.

"no. i'm not putting ya' outta your misery or leaving ya' or any bullshit like that." he hisses, feeling your tight walls restrict his brutal pace.

you're at a lose for words. only able to moan for him. his hands play with your tits, rolling your buds between his fingers while nipping at your neck. his mouth settles right by your ear, groaning in it for a moment before speaking again.

"and i'm not fuckin' sharing you with daniel or anybody, sweetheart." his voice is dangerously low as he presses all of his weight down on you in a deliciously suffocating way. "so, cut this shit out and bark for me like the good girl you are."

once his thumb settled on your clit, rubbing in small focused circles, that's all it took for you to break.

"j-joel! shit, right t-there!" you squeal, clenching down on him.

"atta fuckin' girl." he grins, lifting up your other leg and sinking into you. "feelin' full yet? gonna let me mark ya' up? put my claim in you?"

your head was dizzy from his dirty mouth and dirtier actions. all you could do was nod and whimper against his lips.

"want me to knock ya' up?" he teases, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. the one that makes you see stars. "get ya' nice and round with my child? let the whole fuckin' town know that this old man put a baby in ya'? then would you believe that i care?"

joel couldn't be prouder then when he looks down at your fucked out face, just babbling incoherent worlds at him while nodding and staring at him like he hung the damn moon.

"w-want that, joel." you nod. "please, wanna feel you inside of me for days."

now it was joel's turn to feel flustered. your lips leave a trail of kisses on his jaw, making his cock twitch at the tenderness. for an older guy, joel still had stamina.

"don't worry, you've been a real good girl so i'll keep ya' nice and full of me." he groans, feeling you get closer to your high.

a loud pornographic moan of yours comes out when joel places his hand over your lower abdomen, feeling his imprint.

"j-joel, im gonna—"

a gush of your juices hit his pubic bone, coating the grey curly hairs there. joel doesn't take long to follow behind you, spilling ropes and ropes of his warm seed inside of you. even when you think he's done, he still manages to keep coming.

slightly overstimulated, you let your legs fall back on the sheets. joel finally pulls out, watching his cum spill out of you for a moment. two of his fingers slip inside of you, making sure it sticks.

"gonna spend all night shown you how much i care, sugar."

[fear-is-truth]

POST-GAME! life with the surviving players AU — fix-it headcanons

ft. nam-gyu ‧ thanos ‧ cho hyun-ju ‧ kim jun-hee contains. mention of substance abuse/violence note. very self indulgent. we deserve happiness

NAM-GYU (남규) / PLAYER 124

after the games, nam-gyu goes fully hedonistic mode. uses his winnings to burn through every vice he couldn’t afford before.

he nearly dies in a club in itaewon—found in a bathroom stall foaming at the mouth. once he’s discharged from the psych hold, you tell him you’ve booked a recovery resort for the both of you in gangwon-do. you promise gourmet food, swimming pools, minibars; a private getaway to give your relationship one last shot.

except it’s not a resort. it’s a luxury rehab centre with armed medical staff.

they take his phone and put him through detox. they call you emergency contact when he threatens to claw out his IV with a fork.

nam-gyu gets one phonecall, and he uses it to call you a manipulative cunt.

you say: “if i don’t make you live through this, then what the fuck was the point.”

three weeks in, you visit during the allotted hour. he nearly lunges at you. staff pull him back by the shirt.

he screams in your face, “you know i hate you for this, right? you fucking psychotic manipulative cunt?” you tell calmly him, “i know. but i’d rather you hate me than die of overdose.”

he doesn’t talk to you for the next month.

two months in, you get another phone call.

“i don’t hate you anymore. still think about strangling you in your sleep, but. less often.”

you drive up the same weekend and bring him some of his old clothes, junk food he likes and copies of dogeared murakami paperbacks that you’re not sure if he actually reads.

six months later, he mails you a polaroid of himself eating soba and flipping off the camera. on the back: “clean. bored. now get me out of this place.”

CHOI SU-BONG (최수봉) / PLAYER 230

so he disappeared for a full week during squid game. no staff contact, no sightings, no updates. rumors swirl—dead, arrested, fled the country most likely.

he finally reappears at a press event for his label, sunglasses on indoors, chewing on his hoodie string. when asked where he’s been:

“self-medicating,” thanos says with a dazzling smile. “creative reset.”

three months later, he drops the comeback album. every track hits global charts: two go platinum in korea. billboard ranks it top album of the year. fans call it “his magnum opus.”

track 8 is just titled “230.” nobody knows what it means. only you do. that song dominated melon, bugs, genie, itunes, spotify—all of it—for 14 weeks straight.

thanos starts soft launching you on his instagram stories: a dinner table—two sets of chopsticks, one plate, your hands blurry in motion pouring soju.

internet comments go feral and his PR team has an aneurysm. but he doesn’t care.

he refers to you in interviews vaguely: “my partner,” “the reason i didn’t die that hellish week.”

CHO HYUN-JU (조현주) / PLAYER 120

first things first: hyun-ju is already the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. always has been—pre-op, mid-transition, but after the surgery, she glows.

during her recovery, you live together in bangkok for a while, five-star-hotels. days spent in silk robes, nights with mango sticky rice and rooftop cocktails. she loved the infinity pool and breakfast buffets.

when she’s strong enough to walk without pain, you both go dancing. in high heels.

every morning/evening she (shyly) asks you to take her photo by the window, natural light on her face, no filter.

a year later, you buy a pink bougainvillea near hua hin. it has white-tiled floors, tall windows that opened to sea air. breezy balconies, palm trees tangled over the fence line.

you get married barefoot in your own backyard, her veil pinned with seashells.

she calls you her wife every chance she gets.

“i waited my whole life to be me,” she says, resting her head on your shoulder. “and now i get to be yours, too.”

little does she know, you were hers in the beginning.

KIM JUN-HEE (김준희)/ PLAYER 222

after the games, you and jun-hee split the prize money. she tries to argue—insists she won’t take more than half—but you don’t budge. after all, she has a baby girl to take care of.

you relocate somewhere safe: a mid-rise, two-bedroom apartment with a 24-hour doorman. sunlight floods every room in the morning.

she spends her share of money on diapers, powdered formula, and baby clothes: soft pastel onesies, duck-shaped slippers, and a growing army of jellycats on the couch. you find them charming.

shyly, jun-hee asks if it’s okay to list you as her emergency contact.

eventually, you invest in a small online business together: handmade floral wreaths, pressed flower bookmarks. then grows into a physical space: a tiny but aesthetically pleasing storefront, minimal signage.

goes without saying that you’re the baby’s godmother.

 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑-𝐈𝐒-𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content. ꕀ

[brownsugarcoffy]

Clause of Temptation |One|

Summary

Fresh off a broken engagement and a master’s degree, Tori Davenport returns to New York—heart bruised, bank account empty, and no job in sight.

When her father pulls strings to get her hired at the elite Moore Law Firm, she’s determined to prove herself… until she meets him.

Elijah “Smoke” Moore is powerful, private, and dangerously irresistible. He doesn’t do small talk. He doesn’t do relationships. And he definitely doesn’t mix business with pleasure.

But late nights and locked doors lead to stolen glances, lingering touches, and a heat neither of them can ignore.

He’s her boss.

She’s off-limits.

But when lines blur, rules break—and the office becomes their secret playground...

Characters: Elijah "Smoke" Moore x Tori Davenport (OC)( Modern AU)

Themes: Angst, Forbidden Romance, Office Romance, Slow Burn, Vulgar Language, Sexual Content & More

Chapters: |TEASER|

NOT EDITED

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The sunlight didn’t ask for permission.

It spilled through the linen curtains anyway, it's warm and unapologetic landing across the edge of Tori Davenport’s bed like an unwelcome guest. She groaned, rolled to her side, and pulled the comforter tighter around her body, tucking herself deeper into the hollow she’d carved into the mattress.

Another morning. Another day of pretending she was okay.

The walls of her childhood bedroom hadn’t changed. Same off-white paint. Same bookshelf stacked with her old AP prep guides and dusty trophies. Same framed photo of her and her best friend Vanessa prom, beaming like life was just beginning.

Seven years ago, she believed it was.

Now, at twenty-eight, Tori lay in bed with a throbbing ache in her chest and the bitter taste of betrayal stuck on her tongue. It had been a month since Darius had left. A month since he’d said the words that still haunted her in the dark:

"She just... understands me better, Tori. She gets my world. I need someone who fits beside me—on my arm."

Seven years of love. Seven years of building something. She'd stood by him when he tore his ACL, when he dropped to the second round of the draft, when the pressure crushed him and the cameras followed his every move. And in the end, he left her for his trainer, a woman who stretched him out and whispered sweet things about recovery and chemistry.

She wasn’t bitter.

She was humiliated.

And worst of all? She was stuck.

She had a master’s degree from Stanford. A freshly ironed résumé. No job. No fiancé. No direction. Just a closet full of professional dresses she hadn’t worn, and a phone full of texts she hadn’t answered.

Vanessa: “You good, babe?”

Vanessa: “Just checking in. Wanna get drinks?”

Vanessa: “Still thinking about you. Call me.”

Tori had ignored them all.

Downstairs, she could hear the faint clinking of dishes. Her mother was probably making breakfast, humming some old Anita Baker song while flipping pancakes she knew Tori wouldn’t come eat.

Her father. Judge Marvin Davenport would already be gone, starched collar stiff, briefcase in hand, expectations on his face. He hadn’t said much since she came home. Just the occasional hand on her shoulder. A nod. The same words every other day:

“Don’t let this define you.”

But it had defined her. Being with Darius wasn’t just love, it had been part of her identity. She was his future wife. She was the woman behind the man. And now?

Now she was just Tori. Sleeping in her old room. Hiding from her life.

She sat up slowly, legs dangling off the side of the bed. The floor was cold beneath her bare feet, grounding. She glanced at the mirror across the room but didn’t dare meet her own eyes. Instead, she stared at the reflection of the woman she no longer recognized: bun too messy, eyes too tired, skin dull.

This wasn’t her.

Or maybe it was. Maybe she’d been lying to herself all these years, thinking she was building something secure when all she’d done was sink deeper into someone else’s dreams.

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t Lauren.

Dad: “Get dressed. I need you downstairs in an hour.”

That was all it said. No context. No warning.

Her heart skipped. It wasn’t a request.

Something about the text was sharp and final and told her today was the day everything would shift.

By the time Tori made it downstairs, the kitchen smelled like butter and brown sugar. Her mother’s signature pecan sticky buns were already cooling on a rack, the air warm and sweet.

Her father was at the head of the breakfast table, coffee mug in one hand, The New York Times folded beside his plate. The way he looked up when she entered, it was serious, composed, waiting. The looked made her stomach tighten.

Her mother turned from the stove with a hopeful smile. “Good morning, sweetheart. You hungry?”

Tori’s response was a noncommittal shrug as she slid into the seat opposite her father. She didn’t bother hiding the irritation on her face.

“What’s this about?”

Her father didn’t flinch. He never did. His salt-and-pepper hair was cropped close, his jaw sharp, and his presence commanding even in a bathrobe. He folded his hands over his mug and gave her a look she hadn’t seen in years, fatherly, but firm.

“Good morning to you too. You're going to an interview tomorrow morning,” he stated.

Tori blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Moore Law Firm. Downtown Manhattan. Nine sharp.”

Her brow furrowed. “I didn’t apply to Moore Law.”

“I know. I did.”

She sat back, her spine stiffening. “Seriously?!”

“Yes.”

Her mother gently placed a glass of orange juice in front of her. “Your father ran into a colleague, Elijah Moore last night at the gala. They got to talking…”

“He mentioned needing a temporary accountant,” her father cut in. “His full-time CPA’s flying to Florida to care for her sister. I told him about your degree from Stanford. Your background. He said if you show up Monday, he’ll give you a fair shot.”

Tori stared at him like he’d spoken another language. “So you just... handed him my résumé over champagne?”

Her father raised a brow. “I gave my daughter an opportunity. You’ve been in this house for a month. I’m tired of watching you disappear into yourself.”

Her eyes burned. “You don’t get to say that.”

“No?” His voice was quiet now, but harder. “Then who does? The man who dumped you for someone who can help him stretch better?”

“Marvin,” her mother warned softly.

Tori swallowed hard, pressing her lips together.

“You’re brilliant, Tori,” he said, more gently this time. “But you’re not going to find clarity lying in bed. Get up. Dress up. Show up. If you hate it, walk away. But don’t let your pride bury your future.”

She looked down at her glass, then back at him. “You should’ve asked me first.”

“If I had, you would’ve said no.”

That stung because it was true.

“It’s just an interview, baby,” her mom said carefully. “You’ve worked too hard to let this moment pass you by.”

Tori sat still, quiet. Her hands were clenched in her lap.

“Who even is this Elijah Moore?” she asked. “What kind of firm is he running?”

Her father’s lips twitched, almost like he was hiding a smirk. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”

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Monday Morning

The sharp hiss of the flat iron echoed through the small bathroom as Tori pressed the final section of hair and laid it behind her shoulder. She studied herself in the mirror, black slacks, cream blouse, pearl earrings, and a fresh coat of lip gloss.

Put together. Professional. Polished.

You can do this.

It had taken everything in her not to back out that morning. But her father’s voice, steady and unrelenting had rooted itself in her mind: Don’t let your pride bury your future.

So she got up. Dressed up. And now, here she was, tugging on her trench coat and checking her résumé in her leather folder one last time before heading out the door.

She rode the A train, standing by the doors in a packed car, shoulders tight and mind racing. New York hadn’t changed much in the years she’d been away—same rushed faces, same screeching brakes, same unbothered energy.

But she had.

There was something sobering about being back here not as a college intern or a girl flying home for holidays, but as a woman starting over.

She exhaled slowly as the train rumbled beneath her.

This is just an interview, she reminded herself. HR, some polite questions, maybe a panel. In and out. Thank them for the opportunity. Move on.

The Moore Law Firm building rose twenty stories into the steel gray sky, all glass and precision. Its name gleamed in silver across the marble lobby wall: MOORE | LAW—minimalist, expensive, unapologetic.

Tori paused just inside the revolving door, the air inside cooler than expected, crisp and lemony. She smoothed her blouse, lifted her chin, and approached the guest check-in desk.

“Good morning. I’m here for an interview. Temporary accountant position.”

The man behind the desk checked his screen and gave her a polite nod.

“Name?”

“Tori Davenport.”

He tapped a few keys, then smiled. “You’re with Moore Law today. That’s floor twenty.”

“Thank you.”

She stepped onto the elevator, heart beginning to pick up speed as the numbers climbed. 20 floors. One shot. Don’t screw this up.

Meanwhile, Elijah stood behind his glass desk, hands in his pockets, staring out at the Manhattan skyline as his assistant, Renee, read off the morning brief.

“...three client calls before lunch. Your meeting with Taggart at nine was canceled. Also, HR is still interviewing for the temp accountant. Started at 7:30. First good candidate is scheduled at nine—Tori Davenport.”

He turned slightly. “You said Davenport?”

“Yes. She’s Judge Davenport’s daughter. HR had no idea until I caught the name this morning. Her résumé’s solid. Master’s from Stanford.”

Elijah raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll take that one.”

Renee blinked. “You’re doing interviews now?”

“Not all of them. Just that one.”

“You usually don’t—”

“I know what I usually don’t.” He walked to his desk and straightened the stack of files. His voice, calm but final:

“Send her in when she arrives.”

The twenty-second floor smelled like money. Cool, expensive air floated through the corridor. The subtle hints of citrus, leather, and ambition. The walls were navy, the floors a gleaming white marble, and the receptionist behind the curved brass desk had cheekbones sharp enough to slice diamonds.

Tori took it all in with a calm face, even as her pulse thumped beneath her blouse.

She hadn’t expected this.

Moore Law was supposed to be a mid-sized boutique firm.

This? This looked like the headquarters of a Fortune 500 empire.

She adjusted her trench coat, heels clicking softly as she approached the front desk.

“Hi. Tori Davenport. I’m here for the nine o’clock interview. Accounting position.”

The receptionist tapped a few keys, smiled politely.

“Right on time. You’re meeting with Mr. Moore directly.”

Tori blinked. “I thought I was interviewing with HR.”

“Change of plans.” The woman gestured toward a set of tall glass doors.

“Through there. Last office at the end of the hall.”

Shit.

She didn’t let the panic show on her face. She simply nodded, thanked her, and walked gracefully.

But inside?

Her thoughts raced.

She knew who Elijah Moore was.

She’d Googled him the second her father dropped his name. Top Yale graduate. Founder and managing partner of one of the most elite law firms in New York. Corporate fixer. Courtroom shark. One of Forbes’ “Top 30 Lawyers Under 40” before he’d even turned thirty. Black excellence in a custom suit.

And apparently?

He didn’t waste time with formalities.

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Elijah Moore’s office was all glass and steel, overlooking lower Manhattan like he owned the skyline.

He stood as she entered. He was tall, sharp, precise in a navy suit with no tie. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to hint at something dangerous beneath the clean professionalism. He didn’t smile. Didn’t blink.

He just watched her.

As if he’d already read everything she wasn’t saying.

“Ms. Davenport,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Right on time.”

“Mr. Moore.” She held out her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.” His grip was firm. Warm. Measured.

“Sit,” he said.

She did.

He didn’t offer water or make small talk. He sat back in his chair, long legs crossed casually, and watched her the way a chess master watches the board before the opening move.

“So you have a master’s in accounting from Stanford. You interned at a top firm in Palo Alto. Strong résumé. Good references.

So why are you applying for a temporary position?”

Tori didn’t blink. “Because I like to keep my brain occupied.”

One of his brows lifted slightly. A flicker of surprise or maybe amusement.

“You’re overqualified.”

“I’m not overqualified for work I respect. Just for the people who assume that makes me seem desperate.”

His gaze sharpened. Tori held it.

“You’re quick,” he murmured.

“So’s the market,” she replied. “Can’t afford to move slow.”

Another pause. He didn’t reach for her résumé. He had already memorized it.

“You were engaged,” he said next.

The air thinned instantly. Tori’s heart skipped. But her tone didn’t waver. “Is that a professional question?”

“It’s a character question.”

“And what does my relationship status tell you about my ability to balance a ledger?”

“It tells me whether you show up when shit falls apart.”

Her jaw tensed.

Who in fuck is this man?

This perfectly built, maddeningly composed man was digging for her soft spots like he had a shovel made of gold.

“I do more than show up,” she said finally, voice low. “I outperform while bleeding.”

That stopped him. His fingers paused mid-tap on the desk. “So you’ve done your homework on me,” she added, tilting her head. “Good. I’d be worried if a firm this size didn’t vet its candidates.”

“You Googled me also?”

“I’d be stupid not to.”

He let out a low exhale, almost a laugh. But not quite. “Tell me your philosophy on money.”

Tori smiled, slow and sharp. “Money doesn’t lie. People do. Give me someone’s bank statements, and I’ll tell you who they are faster than their therapist can.”

His eyes flickered. Amused. Impressed. “You say things like that often in interviews?”

“Only when I know I’m killing it.”

A long pause.

For a moment, the office fell completely silent. It was just the hum of the city outside, the weight of their locked gazes, and the quiet knowing between two people who had both built their armor from pain and pride.

“This job is fast-paced,” he said finally. “Little oversight. Long hours. High expectations.”

"Sounds like grad school with better clothes.”

“You won’t be working directly with me.”

“Pity.”

He raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

Tori blinked, all innocence. “Just meant it’d be a good opportunity. You’ve built an impressive company. I’d learn a lot.”

He stared at her. And for the first time all morning, Elijah Moore let a ghost of a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

Just barely. He liked her.

Then, suddenly he stood. “You start Wednesday. Eight-thirty sharp. Business casual. Talk to Renee on your way out.”

Tori blinked. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“You’re offering me the job?”

“I am.”

“No further questions?”

“I already got what I needed.”

She rose slowly, gripping her folder, heels clicking against the polished floor as she headed for the door.

But just before she reached it—

“Ms. Davenport.”

She turned.

He was still watching her.

Still too composed. Still too unreadable.

“Tell your father he was right.”

Tori smiled. Soft. Icy. “He usually thinks he is.”

And then she was gone.

Elijah stood alone in the silence of his office, his gaze lingering on the door she’d disappeared behind.

His expression unreadable.

But his pulse?

Not as steady as it had been fifteen minutes ago.

Elijah stayed seated.

His gaze lingered on the door she’d just walked through. Unmoving. Focused. But not in the way he usually studied people.

He exhaled, leaned back slowly in his chair, and loosened the top button of his shirt.

“Tori Davenport,” he murmured under his breath.

Not bad.

Not what he expected either.

He’d skimmed her résumé last night out of respect for her father. Master’s from Stanford. Strong numbers. Nothing that screamed extraordinary, but nothing sloppy either. He assumed she’d come in polished, professional, a little wounded.

What he hadn’t expected was her mouth.

Her fire. The whip-sharp way she flipped his questions back on him like she was auditing his ego.

She wasn’t just smart. She was sharp. Controlled. Proud and slightly pissed off at the world.

Which meant she was dangerous.

And Elijah liked dangerous, but only when he could control it. When he had it labeled and boxed in. But Tori? She walked into his office like a lit match and left him sitting in the smoke.

He reached for the résumé again, even though he didn’t need to. His eyes scanned the page absently while his mind replayed everything she’d said. Every line that had hit him like a quiet dare.

“Only when I know I’m killing it.... Just meant it’d be a good opportunity. You’ve built an impressive company. I’d learn a lot.”

She wanted to learn, but she didn’t need to be taught. That distinction stuck with him.

His jaw flexed as he stared at her credentials again, but really? He wasn’t thinking about her GPA. Or her thesis. Or the internship she’d nailed in Palo Alto.

He was thinking about how she didn’t flinch.

Didn’t fold.

Didn’t care that he was wealthy, powerful, and sitting in the kind of glass office most people daydreamed about from their cubicles.

She met his gaze with that chin lifted, like she already knew she was someone’s equal.

Like she wanted to remind him she was no one’s exception.

He liked that.

Too much.

Elijah stood and crossed the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Below him, the city buzzed with its usual chaos. Horns. People. Power moves in motion.

He didn’t usually think about his hires after they left the room. But she wasn’t just a hire now.

She was a variable.

A presence.

A problem—he could feel it.

And if Elijah Moore had learned anything in this game, it was that some problems weren’t meant to be solved.

They were meant to be survived.

“Renee,” he called out without turning.

“Yes, Mr. Moore?” Her voice came through the intercom.

“Get me the full file on Davenport. Everything. Not just the résumé.”

“Everything?” She quickly questioned.

“Everything.”

●●●

Tori stepped out into the crisp Manhattan air like she was walking off a battlefield.

Her heels clicked too loud on the pavement as she crossed the sidewalk and made it halfway down the block before stopping.

She needed a second.

Just one damn second.

Her pulse was still racing although her face remained composed, just like it had during the interview. Her fingers curled tighter around the leather folder tucked against her side. She took a breath.

Then another.

“What the hell just happened?” she muttered to herself.

She looked up at the twenty-story glass building behind her. Sleek. Polished. Regal. The kind of place that didn’t whisper success, it announced it with a velvet rope and private elevator.

And she’d just walked out of the top office with a job offer from the man who built it.

She should’ve been proud.

She should’ve been relieved.

But all she felt was… exposed.

Like she'd been seen.

Not in the pretty, poetic sense. But in the way that made her feel like every polished answer she’d delivered, every quip, every inch of posture had been scanned, dissected, and stored somewhere inside Elijah Moore’s head.

And worse?

He didn’t flinch once.

Not when she flipped his questions back on him. Not when she called him out. Not even when she almost let her curiosity about him slip into something warmer.

Something inappropriate.

Something real.

She gritted her teeth.

“He knew about Darius,” she whispered under her breath, tightening her grip on her folder. “He brought it up like it was a bullet point on a goddamn spreadsheet.”

He wanted to test her.

Wanted to see if she’d crumble.

She didn’t. She wouldn’t.

But still… she hated how easily he’d gotten under her skin. Hated the way her heartbeat had stuttered when he stared at her with those piercing, heavy-lidded eyes like he could read her silence better than most people read her words.

Tell your father he was right.

That line hadn’t helped either.

She almost turned back into the building to give him a piece of her mind just enough to clarify that she didn’t need favors or handouts.

But she didn’t. Because deep down? A part of her knew the job wasn’t the problem.

He was the storm behind the glass. Calculated. In control. Dangerous in the quietest, most magnetic way.

And she hated how part of her already wanted to see what he’d look like if he ever lost control.

By the time she reached the subway entrance, her jaw was tight, her posture perfect.

Tori Davenport didn’t run from tension. She survived it.

And if Elijah Moore thought she was just another brilliant, broken woman trying to pull herself together?

He’d find out soon enough he wasn’t the only one in that room who’d done their homework.

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[jgracie]

dating jason grace headcanons

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jason grace x gender neutral reader (implied to be greek + not a big three kid) warnings talk of having kids in the future an i added a whole extra scenario to this one cause why was the og so short... had to do smth special for my man xoxo

. . . or the one in which in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

When Taylor Swift said, “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman,” she was talking about Jason. That whole song is just about Jason

This man is so respectful and considerate and just really wonderful. He feels too good to be true! Which is why you don’t let yourself fall for him at first. He’s literally the most perfect guy you’ve ever met

Meanwhile, Jason’s thinking the same about you. To him, you’re a breath of fresh air from all the rigidness and strict lines he’s been forced into not only as a Roman but as a son of Jupiter. Why would you want to be stuck with someone as boring as him?

So you just spent your days longingly gazing at each other when the other wasn’t looking while also avoiding each other in public spaces because both of you were slightly intimidated by the other’s (gorgeous) presence 

Your first proper interaction must’ve been orchestrated by Hera and Aphrodite themselves considering how adamant you two were on being 6ft apart at all times, and surprisingly, it was in the mortal world

scenario one: bookworm

You were spending the day at your favourite library because you missed it and liked to pretend your life was normal by blending in with mortals, and also because you had studying you needed to do since quests left ample time for schoolwork

Jason was there because he’d been cooped up at camp for as long as he could remember and wanted to see what life away from the Gods and their schemes was like, and what better place to figure that out than a library?

You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally finished the essay you’d been working on since you arrived at the library. It had been weighing on your mind for days but you couldn’t find time for it until today. As a reward for your hard work, you decided to get yourself a sweet treat before continuing your studies

Haphazardly packing your stuff, you quickly got up, practically drooling at the thought of the new menu item you were finally going to try after craving for weeks

You were a little too excited. As you turned, you bumped into someone, dropping some of your papers

“Gods, I’m so sorry,” the person you bumped into said, quickly bending down to gather all your stuff

You knew that voice. You could recognise it anywhere

“Jason? What’re you doing here?” You said, suddenly feeling awfully hot for no particular reason

That was the day you really befriended Jason Grace. He decided to accompany you to the cafe you planned to go to, paid for your order (don't ask how he had mortal currency on him) (it's because he has a mortal currency collection) (yes he lost some of his collection paying for your order) and spent the rest of the day there with you. Away from all the craziness of demigod life, you and Jason finally got to truly know each other

After a while of getting closer, you two begin to date, and it might just be the most beautiful relationship known to man. The way Jason acted before you began dating was nothing compared to now. That was just the bare minimum

You literally never have to lift a finger around him as he insists on doing everything for you. He opens doors for you, pulls your chairs out and takes your coats off for you. If you’re on a quest and you need to sleep, he makes sure you always get the comfier place and takes first watch

He also always leaves you notes. Sometimes they’re notes of motivation, sometimes they’re small poems about how much he loves you and sometimes they’re just really random

Jason is a big fan of taking polaroid pictures with you. After Hera stripped him of his whole life, he’s always had a fear of waking up one day with the same feeling he had on that wilderness school bus, so he takes pictures with all the people he loves and keeps journals and has a box full of all the things that are important to him in case it happens

He keeps one particular polaroid of the two of you on his birthday, his hand around your waist as you plant a kiss on his cheek, in his wallet at all times to ensure his immediate remembrance of you if his memories get taken again

(As if he’d forget you in the first place. Hera would have to pry the memories of you out of his cold, dead hands)

Your siblings love him so much too! They were a little stressed at first because he’s a child of Zeus, the God notorious for breaking the hearts of his lovers and cheating on his eternal wife, but he showed up at your cabin door to pick you up for a date with a bouquet of flowers for the cabin and then walked you back himself, staying outside until the very second the door was shut and now they love him

(Sometimes you think they love him more than you because they’re always asking about him)

You spend a lot of time at his cabin. He disguises it as just really wanting to spend time with you and while that is true, secretly it's also because the Zeus cabin gets super cold and lonely and is also kind of scary at night, even though he sleeps in the one space away from the gaze of his father

scenario two: daddy not-so-dearest

“Honey,” Jason says, wrapping an arm around your waist. The campfire sing along had ended which signified the end of the day, and all around you, campers were wishing their friends goodnight as they headed to their cabins. You suppressed a giggle, knowing exactly what Jason wanted from the tone of his voice

You hummed, giving your boyfriend a bleary-eyed smile as you waited for him to voice his request. It was cute how even though you’d done this many times before, he still got shy at the idea of you two sleeping in the same room, on the same bed

“Would you maybe wanna spend the night at my cabin? I missed you today, and I can’t even begin to imagine how hot it must be in your cabin, with all your siblings in it, y’know.”

“Are you asking because you missed me or because you’re scared of daddy dearest?” You quipped, unable to contain yourself as his face turned bright red

“I’m kidding, Jase, of course I’ll spend the night with you!”

Later on in your relationship, when he’s sure you’re the one for life, he shows you around New Rome. He grew up with a peaceful life in the city being the goal, so it only made sense for him to show you around

Jason loves the way you light up at everything around you. He’d known New Rome for his whole life and could draw a map of it blind, but you make it feel brand new

Is ecstatic when you tell him you also want to start a life with him in New Rome. The moment you utter those words he’s already signed papers for an apartment and is drawing punnett squares to figure out what your kids would look like

You know the part in The Notebook where the girl’s describing the house she wants? That’s what Jason showing you around New Rome reminds you of

Years later, you reminisce on the way you’d avoid each other as you tell your kids about your lives as teens in your lovely house in New Rome because he definitely did not die <3

scenario three: chez grace

"Jason, promise you won't walk me into some pillar - you guys have way too many of those in this city," you said, fighting the urge to tug off the blindfold Jason had insisted you put on

The aforementioned stifled a laugh, his hands on your shoulders as he guided you where he wanted you to go. He'd never let you get hurt; not by a monster, not by any of the gods and certainly not by a pillar in New Rome

After you discovered the city nestled within Camp Jupiter, and more specifically, the university that was in it, your plans for the future had changed drastically

Sure, growing up, you'd always wanted to go to one of the many prestigious universities America had to offer, but the longer you lived in the reality that was being a demigod, the more it hit you how impossible it would be for you to juggle higher education and monsters using you to get vengeance for something your godly parent did 50 centuries ago

New Rome offered a fresh start, a brand new try at something that was taken from you the moment it was fated for you to be a demigod: normalcy

Living within the borders of camp meant you wouldn't have to worry about all the crazy things happening outside of it, and New Rome University boasted a rigorous program and great facilities

When Jason found out, he was ecstatic. He'd been so worried you'd choose a university across the country, since it'd be closer to Camp Half-Blood. This was something he, for some strange reason, had never considered, and was better than any other scenario he could've conjured up

It was this ecstasy which had your lovely Jase signing an apartment lease the very next day. He couldn't have you living in some tiny dorm when he could be waking up to your beautiful face every day, making breakfast with you in the kitchen, listening to you sing in the shower as he studies... you get the point

Now that the apartment had been perfectly decorated by none other than Mr Grace himself, it was time for the grand reveal

"Okay sweetie, I'm gonna let go of you now, but just stay standing where you are," Jason said before fishing the keys to your apartment out of his pocket and unlocking the door

Hearing the click that signalled a door unlocking, a slight smile appeared on your lips - Jason has never been good at hiding things from you, so when he was oddly insistent about you not signing up for a dorm at university, you had a feeling he had something in store

Gently, Jason took the blindfold off you and you gasped when you saw the apartment. Somehow, Jason had decorated it to fit both your tastes perfectly, and you couldn't wait to make this house a home

"Oh my gods, Jase!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Instantly, he melted into your embrace, "I take it this means you like it?"

"Like it is an understatement! I can't believe you did all this! This is gonna be the best year ever, I just know it."

[tryonfemme]

DEEPLY STILL IN LOVE !

chapter 5 ˋ°•*⁀➷ frances

famous!bandmate! ellie williams x famous!bandmate!singer! reader

ᰔ smau plot: spark started as a group of friends playing covers in a garage, now they are fresh off two grammy nominations. they have a light, a spark that is unmatchable. but something has broken: the relationship of guitarist ellie williams and lead vocalist y/n. a shit show occurs when ellie decides to release her solo album—Kansas Anymore.

content: wlw post breakup pining, mild angst, fluff, suggestive content, more hurt but also comfort, ellie williams being an idiot, mental health conversations, pressure of being in the spotlight.

cw: talks of homophobia, talks of absent parents, emotional vulnerability, language, mental health topics.

a/n: omg omg omg !! this one has more angst, but I pinky promise the big happy is coming !!!! hope you guys enjoy this :) also about you is a song by the 1975, but in this au it is a song by spark, ellie singing the main parts while y/n sings the bridge.

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omfg I must love angst !! next chapter will be lighter i pinky promise angels hehe :p !! but thank you so so so much for all the support on this series so far !! you guys are everything !!

like always, catch you in the next one angels !!!❀

[all-my-love-for-harry]

The Pilot’s Private Song.

pairing; Jake Seresin x wife!reader

summary; How each member of the Dagger Squad found out Jake's been married for over a decade.

word count; 3.6k

warnings: nothing. established relationship, secret/private marriage, found family, fluff, all good stuff.

a/n; i am a SUCKER for a secret relationship trope. this concept is so cute i want to write a hundred different pieces about it. also, if you're reading my jake series, next part should be up tomorrow :))

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A year after the Uranium mission, the aviators once known as the Dagger Squad were summoned back to Miramar. Expecting another top-secret assignment, they were instead offered something unexpected: a chance to stay on at Top Gun indefinitely. Their answer was almost immediate—a resounding yes, with an enthusiastic "hell yes" from Fanboy.

But when they arrived, one thing was clear: Jake hadn't accepted the offer yet.

"Can't believe Hangman's playing hard to get with Admiral Simpson," Phoenix muttered, eyeing the empty spot where he should’ve been.

"Bet that promotion to Lieutenant Commander already went to his head," Rooster quipped.

"If you’re talking about Jake, he’s coming," Maverick said. "He just asked to report in on Monday."

He left the room without another word. The Daggers exchanged looks, then shrugged. It was Jake, after all—he probably just wanted to make an entrance, with nothing but his damn ego walking through the door first.

When Monday rolled around, he strolled in with that trademark smirk and a swagger only he could pull off. Annoying? Absolutely. Eye-roll inducing? Without question. Missed? More than anyone was willing to admit.

“Be honest—did you tear up a little when you thought I wasn’t coming back?”

Bob and Phoenix.

Bob had a thing for those absurdly healthy smoothies from a place called Erewhon. Overpriced, organic, and influencer-approved—it was his guilty pleasure. Naturally, it wasn’t long before he dragged his favorite front-seater into it.

“What the hell is a Hailey Bieber Strawberry Glaze Skin Smoothie, and why does it cost twenty bucks?”

The line was a nightmare—packed with people who all looked like they drove Teslas, had just come from Pilates, or were on their way to pitch a startup to their fiancée’s hedge fund bros.

Phoenix couldn’t quite figure out what Bob saw in these overpriced green sludge drinks, but she was usually down to try something new, even if her wallet cried a little every time.

“I don’t really get the hype either, but my husband’s obsessed,” You said with a shrug. “If it’s your first time, I’d go with something simple—maybe the pitaya, or the post-workout one is solid too. You look like you work out.”

They startled slightly when you turned around, smiling and introducing yourself after your unsolicited smoothie rant.

“I’ll take your advice—I’m Natasha,” Phoenix said, shaking your hand. It was only then that you noticed the massive emerald-cut ring on her finger, catching the light like it knew it was expensive. Bob followed with a shy introduction, a soft blush creeping into his cheeks.

Sticking to your word, you went ahead and ordered the absurdly named Hailey Bieber Strawberry Glaze Skin Smoothie, along with a few other things. Once you paid, you turned back to them with a grin.

“If you’re free, my husband’s just parking the car—want to sit and chat for a bit?”

“Oh, we’d love to,” Phoenix said, “but we’re running late for a few apartment showings—this line took forever. But we should exchange numbers, maybe grab lunch sometime?”

“I’d love that! We actually just moved here, so it’d be nice to make some friends.” Your smile didn’t waver; wide, bright, and straight out of a movie scene.

After saying your goodbyes, you grabbed your order and stepped out of the line, letting them move forward. With one last wave—bright, effortless—you pushed through the door and disappeared into the sunlight.

Phoenix turned back to the cashier, halfway through her order, when her gaze drifted to the large front window—and froze.

"Holy shit."

Bob instinctively looked where she was staring, and his brows shot up so high they nearly vanished into his hairline.

Jake Seresin was outside, casually leaning against a matte black Jeep Wrangler like he belonged in a magazine ad. Arms crossed, aviators in place, his flight jacket unzipped just enough to hint at the crisp white tee underneath. That usual cocky smirk was on his face—or at least, they thought it was.

But it wasn’t a smirk.

It was a smile—wide, open, and so bright it looked like it had cracked straight through his usual armor. Jake Seresin was glowing. Radiant. Practically lit from within.

And then they saw why.

You stepped out into the sunlight, heading straight for him, holding that ridiculous Hailey Bieber smoothie like it was a gold medal. Jake’s face lit up even more. He threw his head back and laughed, his whole body moving with it—unrestrained, joyful, real.

Then he reached for you, pulling you into his arms with the ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times. One hand at your waist, the other settling on the small of your back, fitting you against him like you belonged there.

Phoenix’s jaw dropped slightly. Bob just stared.

Jake lifted his sunglasses, pushing them up onto his head, and looked down at you like you hung the stars. The softest expression they had ever seen on his face—like the man didn’t know how to look away. You said something that made him laugh again, and you handed him the smoothie like it was some inside joke.

They must have been staring too long. Jake’s head turned slightly—just enough to catch them in the reflection.

His eyes found theirs through the glass. For a split second, something flickered across his face.

Surprise. Panic. Maybe even guilt. Just enough to register—before he shoved it back down and straightened up, as if nothing had happened.

He opened your door and helped you in, careful not to jostle the armful of overpriced smoothies and whatever else you’d picked up. Then he turned back toward the window, his eyes meeting theirs once more.

A subtle nod. Barely there. But it carried weight—an unspoken request.

Not for secrecy exactly, but something quieter. A plea to let it be. To pretend they hadn’t just seen past Hangman… and caught a glimpse of Jake.

Phoenix and Bob exchanged a long look, sipping their drinks in stunned silence as they tried to process what they’d just witnessed. It was easy to box Jake in as the poster boy for cockiness—the walking embodiment of swagger and ego—but deep down, they’d always suspected there was more.

More to him than the sharp one-liners and smug grins. More than the call sign.

And now, they’d seen it.

Guess this was it.

The next day, Jake showed up with his usual swagger, every step as self-assured as ever. But his eyes—sharp, watchful—carried a flicker of guardedness. It was subtle, the kind of thing only Phoenix and Bob would pick up on.

“Hey, Strawberry Glaze,” Phoenix said casually.

She could’ve let it slide—pretended like nothing had happened—but she couldn’t resist poking at him just a little. Jake shot her a look sharp enough to make most people flinch.

She just laughed.

The words had been soft, low enough that no one else could hear. And the smile she gave him—amused, knowing, a little smug—said it all:

Your secret’s safe with me.

2. Bradley.

Bradley hated shopping. He wasn’t good at it—never had been. He took forever to decide what he liked, forgot to write down what he actually needed, and always left the store with random things and none of the essentials.

This time, though, he had a mission: crockery. At the moment, he owned exactly two plates and three mismatched forks. And if he was serious about settling down here, it was probably time to get his shit together.

Normally, he’d drag Nat along—not because she was a woman and supposedly knew about this stuff, but because she was mean enough to keep him on task. She had no patience for his two-hour deep dives in the mug aisle, where he’d examine every single one before deciding he didn’t like any of them.

But Nat had bailed on him, leaving him to fend for himself. Now he was aimlessly wandering the store, eyeing every dinnerware set like it might reveal the meaning of life, tossing random items into the trolley with no real plan—just vibes and mild confusion.

Ever the gossip, Bradley’s ears perked up at the sound of a laugh he knew far too well.

Hangman.

“Darlin’, if you put one more candle in the cart, I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to burn the house down.”

“But Jake, smell this one—it’s amazing. And it says limited edition, so they won’t have it next time,” you replied, dropping not one, but two candles into the cart.

Bradley watched, stunned, as Jake didn’t even argue. He just shook his head with a helpless smile and kept pushing the cart like a man who knew resistance was pointless.

“I also saw this gorgeous botanical garden plate set online—we have to get it.”

“Whatever you want, doll,” Jake said, voice low and warm as he pressed a kiss to your temple and gave your hip a casual, affectionate tap.

Bradley was pretty sure his jaw hit the floor. He wasn’t stupid—and he definitely wasn’t blind. He saw the massive rock on your finger and the way Jake looked at you like you hung the stars.

Hangman, married?

The motherfucker was married.

He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Bradley had always assumed Jake Seresin was the type who’d never settle down—too cocky, too stubborn, too Hangman. Honestly, he’d half-expected the guy to grow old alone, flirting with waitresses and arguing with air traffic control until the bitter end. Harsh? Maybe. But Jake had never given them any reason to believe otherwise.

Yet here he was—married, domesticated, and currently letting his wife toss candles and dinner plates into the cart like she owned the place. And judging by the look on his face, she did.

The man Bradley was low-key stalking from behind a shelf of overpriced wine glasses wasn’t the Hangman he knew from the skies. This wasn’t the ruthless, lone-wolf aviator who treated teamwork like a contagious disease and would rather eat glass than back down in a briefing.

No—this Jake looked… soft. Happy. In love.

And it was messing with everything Bradley thought he knew.

He ducked behind the endcap as you turned down the next aisle, nearly knocking over a pyramid of mason jars in the process. This wasn’t eavesdropping, he told himself—it was reconnaissance. For team cohesion. For morale. For… reasons.

Jake Seresin, hopeless romantic and candle mule, was not something Bradley had mentally prepared for.

He peeked around the corner again just in time to see Jake reach for a throw blanket you were eyeing. Without hesitation, he tossed it into the cart. “Matches the couch, right?” he said.

“Exactly,” you beamed, and Bradley swore the corners of Jake’s mouth lifted in something dangerously close to a fond sigh.

Who was this man?

Bradley had spent years knowing Jake as a walking testosterone complex with aviators and a call sign, someone who’d charm the hell out of a bartender and then ghost her before the first date. The idea that this man—this patient, domesticated, grocery-hauling version of Jake—existed at all was blowing his mind.

And worse? He looked good at it. Like he’d been waiting his whole life to play husband in a West Elm ad.

Bradley finally backed away from the aisle, muttering to himself, “I need to go look at forks before I lose my grip on reality.”

Still, as he wandered toward the kitchen section, a weird feeling settled in his chest—part disbelief, part amusement… and maybe a little bit of envy. Not the kind that stings, exactly, but the kind that pokes at something you didn’t realize was hollow.

Because despite all his jokes, all his gripes about shopping and settling down, maybe there was a tiny part of him that wouldn’t mind someone tossing limited-edition candles in his cart, either.

But first, he really needed more than three forks.

3. Payback and Fanboy.

It was just past 7 a.m. when Fanboy and Payback jogged down the beach trail, sneakers thudding lightly against the packed sand. The sun had barely risen, casting a warm, golden glow over the shoreline, and the waves rolled in slow and steady, their rhythm soft and soothing beneath the buzz of gulls overhead.

It was the kind of morning that made you forget how exhausting the week had been.

“If Mav makes us watch one more hour of grainy debrief footage, I’m walking into the ocean,” Fanboy grumbled between breaths, arms swinging loose at his sides.

“You say that, but last time he caught you checking your phone, he added another hour to the session,” Payback replied, grinning.

“I’m just saying—death by drowning would be less painful than another slideshow.”

They rounded a gentle bend in the trail, where the dunes opened up to a more secluded stretch of beach. The tide had pulled back, leaving wide, smooth patches of sand dotted with seashells and a few early footprints.

Payback slowed, frowning. “Wait. Who’s already out here?”

A large cream-colored blanket had been spread beneath a sun-bleached lifeguard stand. A wicker picnic basket sat off to one side, its lid open and lined with fabric. There were iced coffees, a brown paper bag, a small vase of wildflowers—wildflowers, at the beach—and two people.

One of them crouched near the cooler, pulling out what looked like a container of fruit. The other approached barefoot, holding two drinks, sleeves of a linen shirt rolled up to his elbows, light catching in his sandy hair.

Fanboy’s eyes narrowed. “Hold on a second…”

The barefoot man looked up—and grinned.

Jake Seresin.

Hangman.

Golden-boy aviator, squadroom shit-talker, human ego parade.

Except… something was different.

He stepped forward, took one of the iced coffees from your hand with a quiet thank-you, then leaned in and kissed your temple with the kind of easy, familiar affection that made both Fanboy and Payback freeze mid-stride.

Jake said something with a lazy smile and you laughed, the kind of laugh that came from your belly—bright, genuine, totally unfiltered. Then you plopped down on the blanket, legs curled underneath you, pulling a croissant from the paper bag as if you’d done this a hundred times.

And maybe you had.

Because Jake didn’t hesitate. He shrugged out of his jacket and laid it behind you, just in case the blanket wasn’t enough cushion. Then he sank down beside you, stretching his legs long across the sand and casually slipping one arm around your waist.

Payback immediately ducked behind a nearby dune like he’d just witnessed a war crime. “Tell me I’m not seeing this.”

Fanboy crouched next to him, equally stunned. “What the hell is happening right now?”

Jake leaned back slightly, watching you unwrap something else—probably another baked good—and tilted his head, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder. You fed him a bite without even looking, and he accepted it like it was second nature. Then he reached up and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m in shock,” Fanboy whispered. “He just tucked her hair behind her ear. That’s a boyfriend move.”

“That’s not a boyfriend move,” Payback muttered. “That’s a married guy move.”

Fanboy squinted. “Wait—zoom in. Look at her hand.”

A glint of metal caught the sunlight as you reached for your coffee. Simple but elegant. An emerald-cut diamond, gold band. The kind of ring that said permanence. The kind of ring that didn’t come off easily.

“Oh my God,” Payback breathed. “He’s married.”

Jake leaned back again, one hand lazily tracing circles along your knee while you showed him something on your phone. Whatever it was made him chuckle low in his chest, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek before setting the coffee down in the sand.

Fanboy was frozen, processing. “So Hangman—Hangman—sneaks off on weekends for romantic beach picnics… with his wife.”

“And we never knew.”

“I thought he lived off protein bars and sheer arrogance.”

“Same.”

You pulled something else from the basket—what looked like a floral plate set, one of those whimsical ones you’d find in a lifestyle magazine. Jake took it from you with care, set it between you, then reached for the wildflowers, adjusting the little vase so it wouldn’t tip over.

Fanboy stared. “He brought flowers.”

Payback shook his head. “He packed a goddamn centerpiece.”

They both crouched lower behind the dune, as if Jake might sense them. The only thing louder than the waves at that moment was the sound of their worldviews shattering.

Fanboy finally whispered, “Okay, but like… how dare he be this soft and not tell us?”

“We’re his squadmates. This is betrayal.”

“We were supposed to know before the blanket picnics started. There’s an order to these things.”

“I mean—what’s next? He gets a dog and starts doing couples yoga?”

Fanboy paused. “He would be good at couples yoga.”

Jake leaned back, hands behind his head, face turned up to the morning sun as you laid your head on his chest, sipping your drink and humming along to some song playing quietly from a speaker. You looked perfectly at ease, like this was your favorite part of the week.

Like he was.

“Okay,” Payback muttered. “We can’t tell anyone.”

“Agreed.”

“But also,” Fanboy added, eyes still wide, “we are absolutely never letting him live this down.”

“Obviously.”

They finally stood, dusting off their legs, still stunned but grinning. One last glance over their shoulders showed Jake pressing a kiss to the top of your head, like you were the only person on earth that mattered.

Hangman hadn’t just settled down.

He’d crash-landed into love, and apparently? He was thriving.

4. Javy (ten years ago)

The bar was thick with smoke and the smell of spilled beer, its low-ceilinged walls pulsating with neon light and the steady beat of a bass-heavy pop song. The air was warm and sticky, full of laughter, shouting, and the occasional off-key karaoke warble daring to take the stage. Jake leaned casually against the back wall, arms crossed, eyes never leaving the corner where you and your friends were holding court.

You were the heart of the group—laughing without restraint, glass in hand, your voice rising clear and confident above the din. Your friends egged each other on to the microphone, but you owned the room like it was yours, moving effortlessly through the crowd, radiating that kind of joy that was impossible not to notice. Jake’s gaze softened as he watched you—like you were a secret he had stumbled upon, the kind of thing you didn’t want to shout about but couldn’t stop looking at.

Javy, never one to let an opportunity for teasing pass, nudged Jake sharply. “You been staring at her all night, man. You planning to say something or just get a reputation as the creepy aviator?”

Jake barely glanced at him. “I’m just… watching.”

Javy smirked, shifting on his feet. “Right. Watching. She’s having fun—seems like she owns this place. You gonna sing or what? Or just keep mooning over her?”

Jake’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. “I don’t sing.”

“Everyone sings at karaoke night. Even you.”

Before Jake could respond, you stood with your friend, grabbing the microphone like it was a lifeline. The opening notes of a popular pop song spilled through the speakers, and suddenly, the bar seemed to hush just enough to let your voice soar.

You sang with an easy confidence, playful yet sincere, the kind of performance that made people stop talking and just listen. Jake felt his breath hitch—the way you smiled at the crowd, the way you closed your eyes briefly on the high notes—it was like watching sunlight break through storm clouds.

Javy elbowed him hard. “Dude, you look like you’re about to pop the question right here, right now.”

Jake shot him a sharp look. “I just met my wife.”

The words slipped out quieter than intended, but Javy caught them all the same and grinned wider, clearly not buying it.

After your song ended, the room erupted into applause. You laughed, cheeks flushed, and caught Jake’s eyes from across the room. It was a brief glance, but electric—like a door quietly opening.

Jake made his way over, weaving through the small crowd until he was standing right beside you. “Hey,” he said, voice low and just above the music.

You smiled, a little breathless. “Hey.”

Jake nodded toward the microphone stand. “That was… impressive.”

You shrugged, flicking your hair back. “Well, I had a good duet partner.” You glanced at your friend and winked. “But it’s nice to have an audience.”

Jake laughed softly, eyes never leaving yours. “So, what’s your name?” You offered it to him, along with your hand to shake. “Jake,” he replied, taking it. His grip was firm but gentle, like he was trying to make sure you felt it. “And I’m supposed to be focused on training missions, but I can’t stop watching you.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Is that so? What’s more distracting—the music or me?”

He smiled, just a little crooked. “Definitely you.”

You laughed, and the sound was like a spark in the dim bar light. For a moment, it was just the two of you—no crowd, no noise, just the hum of a song fading out and the start of something new.

Javy sidled up, grinning. “I’ll leave you lovebirds to it. But remember, Jake, if you break her heart, I’m coming for you.”

Jake’s grin turned serious. “I don’t plan on breaking anything.”

You looked up at him, feeling a flutter you hadn’t expected. “Good.”

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"Secret Love: Stray Kids x Reader Headcanons "

📌 Disclaimer: This is pure fiction made for fun, with lots of love for STAYs who like imagining secret (and later public) romances with the boys. None of this is real, of course.

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💌 Author’s note:

Another headcanon because I just felt like writing something about them. I was thinking about doing something else for them (separately) but honestly… I have zero ideas right now 😔

If you like this and want to request something, feel free to! My requests are open 😃

Masterlist – [link]

Bang chan:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Bang Chan has always been known for keeping his personal life under wraps. As Stray Kids’ leader, the weight on his shoulders was double what most people realized. When the two of you first got involved, it happened naturally — and far from the public eye.

In the beginning, there wasn’t even a label. It was an intense friendship, heavy with glances that lingered too long and touches that lasted a few seconds more than they should. Messages came in at midnight, when sleep wouldn’t come and the ache of missing you hit hard. Chan was the type of guy who couldn’t hide his feelings, but he could hide his actions. He smiled on the inside when he saw you but kept a straight face so no one would suspect.

He’d text things like:

“Did you get home safe?”

“I heard a song and it reminded me of you… but I acted like it didn’t.”

“I want to see you so bad, but I can’t. Just needed to say that.”

Meetups were, of course, in secret. He’d pick you up in a staff-rented car after practice, or you’d sneak away to late-night cafés on the outskirts of town. Chan was obsessed with protecting you from the world, terrified that the pressure and judgment would destroy whatever fragile thing you two had.

Stolen kisses in empty hallways, hands brushing under the table, whispered conversations in the bathroom at parties the group attended. That was your love story: intense, forbidden, and urgent.

Behind the cameras, the leader of Stray Kids was just a boy in love, desperate to keep his person safe.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

The fear was constant. Chan was paranoid about cameras, suspicious glances, fans who knew a little too much. He’d triple-check every message before sending, change your contact name to something like “Production Hyung” or “Delivery.”

He laid down clear rules:

“If anyone asks, say we’re not that close.”

“Never post anything from the same place as me.”

“Turn your location off.”

But at the same time, he wanted to scream your name to the world. It physically hurt not being able to hug you in front of everyone when they won an award, or post that dumb selfie of you two goofing around in the studio. Chan carried guilt and love in equal measure.

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

He made playlists filled with songs that reminded him of you. No matter how exhausted he was, he’d cook for you just to see you smile while eating. Chan loved laying his head on your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.

Your talks ranged from silly nonsense to terrifyingly deep fears:

“If everything falls apart… would you still be here?”

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you by accident. Scared I’m not enough.”

He was needy, insecure, and head over heels for you. In the dark of the room or out on the balcony at 3AM, he confessed everything he couldn’t say in daylight.

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

There was a day when Chan nearly told the company. He wrote an email, rehearsed the conversation, but never sent it. He knew the weight it would carry — for both your careers, and your lives. When he told you, he cried. Apologized for keeping you hidden, for not giving you what you deserved.

But you understood. And he fell even harder for you because of it.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When it finally came out — whether by leak or because he chose to stop hiding — Chan faced it head-on. He protected you, publicly asked the fandom for respect, and even stood his ground with the company.

He made it crystal clear he loved you.

If before fear ruled everything, now he held your hand in public. He posted subtle photos, talked about you in interviews in careful, proud ways. The intensity from before didn’t fade — it only grew.

The fandom, of course, was divided. Some adored you, others didn’t. Chan hurt for you, but never left your side. He built a safe space for you inside his chaotic world. Took you to rehearsals, introduced you to trusted idols.

The love became lighter, no longer needing to hide. Yet Chan remained your protector, still watching over you like a shield against anything cruel.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was urgency, fear, longing. Coded messages, stolen moments, whispered promises. Chan was love in silence.

After: It was safety, ease, and pride in finally being able to show you to the world. Chan was love in full volume.

Where once he slipped “I love you” notes into your jacket pocket, now he’d look you dead in the eyes across a room full of people and say it without a word. Same love, now with room to grow.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Chan made it his mission to shield you. He publicly asked for boundaries, cut ties with invasive fans, and distanced himself from toxic people.

He never let you read hate comments. He constantly reminded you how loved you were — by him and by those who truly mattered.

The more mature, kind-hearted STAYs embraced you. The rest? He ignored.

Chan would never give you up. Ever.

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Overprotective to a fault.

Deeply attentive and affectionate.

A boyfriend who writes songs about you.

Who leaves little surprise notes around the house.

Who includes you in his future plans.

Who listens to you, respects your moods and boundaries.

Bang Chan would be the kind of man who made you his priority, who apologized when wrong, who constantly made sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

If he loved you in secret before, now he’d love you for the world to see.

Lee Know:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Minho had always been reserved about his private life, but when it came to feelings, he was almost unreachable. You and him grew closer slowly, at a pace only the two of you understood. It started with dry jokes, teasing, and glances that only the sharp-eyed would catch.

Lee Know wasn’t one to show much, but with you, he created small, silent rituals: sending cryptic KakaoTalk messages, always sitting next to you when possible, or leaving random little gifts like cat stickers and snacks.

Your meetups were planned like secret missions. Distant cafés, old video stores, or nighttime walks where no one would think to look for two idols. He never directly confessed, but his actions spoke for him. A longer touch on your shoulder, a note scribbled with “don’t disappear, idiot,” or waiting for you outside work without a word.

It was a relationship where silence said everything, and he saved every one of your smiles in his memory.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Minho was afraid, but he coped differently. Instead of paranoia, he used irony and coldness to cover his nerves. He’d save your contact under something like “Vet” or “Video Editor” and set up codes only you two understood.

He laid out strict boundaries:

“Don’t look at me when others are around."

“If I ignore you in front of the staff, it’s not personal.”

“If anyone follows you, tell me.”

Minho also kept an eye on your social media and location indirectly — not out of jealousy, but to make sure you were safe. If anyone suspected, he’d switch plans and lay low for a few days.

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

In private, Minho dropped every wall. He was playfully affectionate: sticking his cold feet under your legs, making you watch terrible movies, and laughing at your reactions. He loved secretly recording random videos of you — dancing badly, napping on the couch, or talking to his cats.

Serious talks happened in the kitchen or during late-night walks:

“You know I suck at words, right?”

“If I hurt you by accident… kick me. But stay with me.”

He showed love through little things: fixing your hair, pulling you away from the street, bringing you food when you didn’t ask.

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

One night, Lee Know picked you up at midnight just to say he wanted to make it official. He was tired of hiding, but the company’s pressure and fan reactions kept holding him back.

“I just want to hold your hand in public without worrying.”

He fell silent after that, his head resting on the steering wheel while you held his hand. The decision stayed in limbo, but the feeling didn’t change.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When the relationship leaked, Lee Know was furious. Not at you, but at the situation. He was the type to face things head-on, defending the people he loved with sharp words and bold actions. If the company hesitated, he’d draw clear lines.

In public, he stayed discreet but didn’t dodge the topic. He admitted having someone important in his life and insisted it didn’t change his love for STAYs. Little by little, things eased.

He started posting cat photos where your hand could be seen, or sharing funny stories about "someone" without naming you. It was his way of including you.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was all teasing disguised as mockery, late-night messages, and rough affection that never failed. Minho was love in disguise.

After: It was partnership, comfort, and a lightness he never thought he’d find. He brought you to rehearsals, taught you choreography, and made it known — to those who mattered — that you were a priority.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Minho was cold with toxic fans. He made a point of protecting you and cutting off anyone who crossed the line. The respectful, supportive fans he treated kindly and thanked.

He wouldn’t let you read hate comments, and if you did, he’d make jokes to ease the sting:

“If someone talks trash, tell me. I’ll send my cats after them.”

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Sarcastic and protective.

Affectionate in his own quiet way.

Would leave you snarky notes.

Secretly record random videos of you.

Take you to secluded places for just the two of you.

Make future plans without realizing.

Call you his "favorite kind of chaos."

If before he teased you just to see your reaction, afterward he’d do it because it was his way of saying "I love you" without needing words.

Changbin:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Changbin has always been intense in everything he does, and love would be no different. You started out as friends who understood each other with a glance, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and supported each other through heavy days. But it quickly became obvious to him that what he felt wasn’t just friendship.

He disguised it with over-the-top jokes and silly teasing, but his eyes gave him away. They always lingered a little too long, always checking if you were okay. When he realized he was falling, Changbin panicked — not just about the public, but about himself.

The relationship grew naturally: late-night talks, texts during practice, random little gifts. He’d send you voice notes singing or rapping absurd things just to make you laugh. Meetups were always far from busy spots: empty studios, parks after 11 PM, or his apartment balcony.

Changbin was a secret boyfriend who’d do anything to see you, even for five minutes.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Changbin’s biggest fear wasn’t for himself — it was for you. He knew how cruel people could be and was terrified you’d suffer hate or stalking. So he built strategies straight out of a spy movie:

Changing contact names to emojis.

Leaving phones in separate rooms.

Scheduling meetups no one would suspect.

He was paranoid about security, checking for cameras and getting tense whenever interviews mentioned relationships. But it was hard for him to hide when it came to you. His eyes sparkled, and smiles slipped through.

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

In private, Changbin was completely different. He hugged you like the world might end, rested his head in your lap, played with your hair, and laughed at your dumbest jokes.

He loved cooking for you, even if it turned into a disaster, and treasured watching you eat. He recorded silly songs with your name in them, called you ridiculous nicknames, and was fiercely jealous of your friends.

Serious talks always came late at night:

“If this ever hurts you, promise you’ll tell me.” “I never wanna hurt you… even by accident.”

He was intense, a little possessive, but always full of heart.

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

One night, after a tough session in the studio, Changbin showed up at your place, dead set on telling the company. He was exhausted from hiding. But the second he saw the worried look on your face, he backed down.

“It’s not worth it if it puts you in danger.”

He held you tight and promised things would be different one day.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When the relationship became public — whether by leak or choice — Changbin reacted with bravery. He faced the public, rumors, and the company head-on. He asked for respect online, thanked supportive fans, and ignored the haters.

He started including you in his lyrics more openly, dedicating performances, and dropping subtle messages in interviews.

Life together became easier. You joined him at rehearsals, trips, and hangouts with trusted friends. He made a point of holding your hand in public, even if discreetly.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was urgency, longing, hidden notes, and late-night voice messages. Changbin was love smothered in secrecy.

After: It became freedom, pride, and public displays of affection. He spoke openly about how much you meant to him.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Changbin didn’t sugarcoat anything. He publicly defended you and made it clear that anyone disrespecting the relationship wasn’t welcome. He ignored rumors, blocked hateful comments, and thanked the mature, kind-hearted fans who supported you both.

He’d never let you read hate comments, and if you did, he’d crack jokes to lighten the mood:

“If anyone talks trash about you, let me know. I’ll send my cats after them.”

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Overprotective and affectionate.

Intense and a little jealous.

Would surprise you with songs written just for you.

Take you to random, out-of-the-way restaurants.

Include you in everything he could.

Send ridiculous voice notes just to hear you laugh.

Dream big and put you in all of those plans.

If before he loved you in backstage shadows, afterward he’d love you on stage, in the crowd, and in every word he spoke about the future.

Hyunjin:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Hyunjin has always been intense with his feelings but incredibly cautious about who he lets close. You two slowly grew closer through conversations about art, music, and frustrated dreams. He looked at you like he was trying to figure you out, and little by little, you became irreplaceable to each other.

In the beginning, everything was a little confusing. Hyunjin was too affectionate to be just a friend but kept too much distance to be something more. He’d send you random pictures of the sky or paintings that matched your mood that day. Long midnight messages, hidden notes in your pocket whenever you met up.

Your dates were always discreet: empty museums late at night, tiny hidden cafés in the city, or sketching together at his place.

Hyunjin was a silent, poetic kind of in-love. And you always knew.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Hyunjin was suffocated by fear, and unlike Chan or Minho, he couldn’t hide it well. In public, he was restless, avoided eye contact, and only got close when absolutely sure no one was watching.

He’d ask you not to post anything suspicious, made sure you never appeared in the same place as him, and sent you messages like:

“Wish I could hold your hand right now. But I can’t.”

Still, sometimes his feelings leaked through: lingering glances at events, knowing smiles, little gestures only you two noticed.

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic behind closed doors. He made playlists for you, sketched your face in his notebooks, and wrote down his feelings.

He loved taking you to places no one knew, dancing with you in the middle of his living room to old songs, and spending hours in comfortable silence.

The deepest talks came when his head rested on your lap:

He was intense, dramatic, and completely in love.

“What if people find out and hate you?”

“I’m terrified I’ll hurt you.”

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

One night, after drinking a little too much at a gathering, Hyunjin sent you dozens of messages saying he wanted to tell the world.

“I’m done hiding you. I love you. For real.”

The next day, he apologized and admitted it wasn’t possible yet. But that moment said everything.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When it all came out, Hyunjin was devastated by part of the public’s reaction. He blamed himself for exposing you and went days without showing up on live streams.

Little by little, though, he found strength. He asked for respect publicly, defended you fiercely, and learned how to navigate it.

He started including you in things: mentioning "someone special" in interviews, making videos with you subtly in the background, and posting photos only you two knew the meaning of.

The relationship got lighter, and Hyunjin grew more confident.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was stolen glances, hidden notes, and whispered confessions. Hyunjin was poetic, quiet love.

After: It became security, discreet public declarations, and fearless moments together. He learned to love you without hiding.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Hyunjin struggled a lot at first. He was affected by comments but made sure to protect you.

He replied to hateful messages with poetic indirects, thanked those who defended you, and made it clear no one would take you from him.

Little by little, the more mature fans embraced it, and he felt relieved.

📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

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Flood your phone with late-night texts saying how much he loved you.

Extremely affectionate and dramatic.

Would write you letters.

Dance with you at home.

Sketch you in every notebook.

Take you to art galleries.

Make you part of every single dream he had.

If before he loved you in backstage shadows, afterward he’d make sure to place you in the light.

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Han:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Han has always been the type to hide everything behind a joke, and it was exactly like that with you in the beginning. He made a point of teasing you, calling you silly nicknames, and making up ridiculous stories just to hear you laugh. But his eyes gave him away.

Little by little, the late-night messages increased. He’d send you voice notes saying:

“Look at this lyric, it sounds like you.”

Your hangouts were chaotic and secret: random studio sessions, fast food runs at 2 AM, or anime marathons in his dark room.

Han tried to act like it was just friendship, but his jealousy gave him away. If another idol complimented you, he’d get visibly annoyed and cover it with a joke.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Han was terrified but also terrible at hiding it. He was paranoid about cameras and sharp-eyed fans, changed your contact name to something ridiculous like "Shrek" or "Corn Vendor Uncle" so no one would suspect.

He had a whole list of rules:

No pictures together.

No suspicious likes.

Pretend not to know you at events.

And still sent you messages like:

“Wish I could hug you right now, but I’ll just insult you in my head instead.”

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

When alone, Han became a different person. Sweet, clingy, unfiltered. He loved laying in your lap, stealing your food, and laughing until he cried with you.

He’d record silly songs with your name, make up ridiculous dances for just the two of you, and plan the most impossible things:

“When I’m a billionaire, I’ll buy an island for us and all the dogs.”

Serious talks came when he was feeling soft or exhausted:

“I’m scared of hurting you… or people hating you because of me.”

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

One random day, Han pulled you aside and said:

“I wanna post a picture of you. I wanna hold your hand in the street.”

Then immediately went quiet, cracked a joke, and changed the subject. It was his way of saying he loved you.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When everything leaked, Han panicked. He was terrified about you getting hate and spent hours sending you apologetic messages.

Once things calmed down, he faced it head-on. He asked for fans’ respect, did a live explaining how important you were, and that he wasn’t going to give up.

He started slipping you into lyrics, dropping cheeky hints in interviews, and posting stories with inside jokes only you two would get.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was made of jokes, hidden messages, knowing looks, and teasing disguised as flirting. Han was chaotic, secret love.

After: It became security, public jokes, and real plans. He started including you openly and made protecting you a priority.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Han would be sarcastic about it. He’d respond to haters with witty comments, defend you publicly, and make jokes out of uncomfortable situations.

He’d be endlessly grateful to supportive fans and show everyone how genuinely happy he was.

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Playful and super affectionate.

Would write you silly songs.

Post ugly selfies of you just to annoy you.

Take you out for junk food.

Send memes at 4 AM.

Dream big and make wild plans.

Make you laugh even on the worst days.

If before he loved you behind jokes, afterward he’d make the whole world laugh along with you.

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Felix:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Felix has always had a huge heart and a warmth that lit up every room. With you, it was no different. From the start, he was attentive and sweet but careful, knowing exactly how risky it was to get involved.

He’d send you soft messages like:

“I saw a dessert at the store that reminded me of you.”

Your hangouts were calm, full of soft laughs and knowing looks. Hidden cafés, night walks, and video game sessions at his place.

Felix was the kind of person who fell in love while smiling. And you could tell.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Felix was terrified of you getting hurt — not by him, but by the public. He was the most cautious of them all, changing your name in his phone, avoiding even mentioning you to friends who didn’t know.

He asked you not to post anything suspicious and even set up secret signals:

“If I run my hand through my hair, it means you should leave the room.”

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

Felix was pure affection in human form. He hugged you so tight you’d lose your breath, baked you cakes even if he burned them, and made silly videos just for you.

He loved hearing your voice, resting his head in your lap, and calling you the most ridiculous nicknames:

“My little cookie.”

He’d tell you secrets, talk about his family in Australia, and plan impossible trips:

“One day, I’ll take you to stargaze in my mom’s backyard.”

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

Felix was the one who considered going public the most. After a hard night, he hugged you and said:

“I just wish everyone knew how happy you make me.”

But he backed down out of fear of putting you in danger.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When it happened, Felix led with his heart. He cried during a live, asked fans for respect, and thanked those who supported him.

He started slipping you into his songs, posting photos of the cakes he baked you, and mentioning "someone very special" in interviews.

Your relationship became light and filled with quiet, public declarations.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was hidden hugs, sweet messages, and longing looks. Felix was gentle, protected love.

After: It became security, subtle public gestures, and obvious happiness. He loved you out loud.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Felix was kind, patient, but firm. He ignored hate, thanked every supporter, and protected you with everything he had.

He respected fans but made one thing clear:

“If you love me, you have to respect who I love.”

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Affectionate, protective, and endlessly sweet.

Would bake you cakes.

Send you kitten videos.

Hold your hand under the table.

Plan impossible trips.

Involve you with his family.

Take care of you on bad days.

If before he loved you in hidden smiles, after he’d make sure the whole world saw it.

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Seungmin:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Seungmin was always known for being calm, sarcastic, and hard to sway. But with you, it was different. He teased you more than anyone, but there was a quiet kind of care in everything he did.

Your conversations were full of irony, but underneath it, genuine concern:

“Go home before someone kidnaps you, idiot.”

Your hangouts were always simple — coffee shops near the dorm, grocery runs, empty parks. Nothing flashy. That was Seungmin’s way of keeping you safe.

He watched you more than he spoke. Little gestures — like dropping a jacket over your lap or sliding you chocolate without a word — said more than a thousand declarations.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Seungmin was the most discreet and strategic. He was terrified of causing problems for you, so he avoided mentioning you, staring too long, or even being in the same room with you when others were around.

Your name in his phone was saved as "Tech Support," and any soft messages were quickly deleted after reading.

"You’re not posting dumb stuff, are you?”

He was practical but affectionate in his own way.

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

When alone, Seungmin dropped the tough act. He became a sarcastic, clingy boyfriend.

He loved watching trash TV with you just to complain about it, stole your food without asking, and teased you endlessly just to see your annoyed face.

He gave you the dumbest nicknames and warned:

“Keep whining and I’ll kiss you.”

The serious talks came at night, when he got soft:

“If this blows up… will you hate me?”

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

After a big performance one night, Seungmin pulled you aside and whispered:

“I wish everyone knew it’s you.”

But quickly pulled back. Seungmin was always rational, and fear won that time.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When everything got out, Seungmin handled it with the most maturity. He publicly asked for respect and made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate hate.

He was calm and direct in interviews, standing up for you with quiet, unshakable confidence.

He started posting photos of places you went together, mentioning "someone special" in subtle ways, and made sure you were part of his important moments.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was teasing, discreet looks, and sarcasm hiding affection. Seungmin was careful, restrained love.

After: It became security, subtle declarations, and constant protection. He loved you with intention.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Seungmin would be firm. He’d ignore hate, reply with sarcastic humor, and make a point of appreciating anyone who respected you.

Big public declarations weren’t his style, but he’d show his love through actions.

“If you care about me, you’ll respect who I choose.”

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Sarcastic, caring, and protective.

Watch bad shows with you.

Tease you nonstop.

Make jokes about your habits.

Involve you in his routine naturally.

Send you dumb memes.

Show love through simple, thoughtful gestures.

If before he loved you with silence and sly comments, afterward he’d protect and love you without fear.

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Jeongin:

📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret

Jeongin was always the guy who hid his feelings behind shy smiles and silly jokes. With you, it didn’t take long for something special to spark. He got flustered around you, made up dumb excuses to hang out, and blushed every time you touched him.

Your dates were simple: ice cream runs, video games, or park walks during odd hours. Jeongin made sure nothing looked suspicious, though his eyes always gave him away.

He’d send you messages like:

“Found a dumb puppy video and it reminded me of you.”

And then anxiously wait for your reply.

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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught

Jeongin was a mix of nerves and excitement. He was scared of the fandom, the hate, but deep down he just wanted to show the world he was in love.

He was paranoid about pictures, stories, and even places you went together. He saved your number as "TV Maintenance" and deleted any soft messages the second you read them.

“If anyone asks, say you’re my cousin.”

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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist

Jeongin was all affection. He loved clinging to you, watching anime cuddled up, secretly taking pictures and sending them to you later.

He’d hum songs softly just for you, and invent dumb challenges to see who could eat the most fries.

The serious talks always happened late at night:

“Do you think I’m good enough for you?”

He was honest, sensitive, and endlessly loyal.

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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)

After one birthday party, Jeongin got emotional and almost posted a picture of you two. He didn’t only because Felix snatched his phone at the last second.

Deep down, he just wanted you to feel proud of being with him.

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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak

When everything came out, Jeongin freaked out. He sent you a million texts asking if you were okay, if you wanted to disappear, or if he should deny it all.

Once things settled down, he handled it with surprising maturity, asking for respect and making it clear he wasn’t letting go of you.

He started subtly mentioning you, posting soft photos, and saying he was the happiest he’d ever been.

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📌 The Difference Between Before and After

Before: It was shy smiles, funny texts, and hidden affection disguised as jokes. Jeongin was innocent, secret love.

After: It became security, open affection, and careful, thoughtful gestures. He loved you out loud.

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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like

Jeongin would be sweet but firm. He’d thank supportive fans, ignore haters, and constantly show how happy he was.

He’d say:

“If you like seeing me happy, respect the person who makes me happy.”

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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially

Sweet, shy, and affectionate.

Send you goofy photos.

Take care of you in little ways.

Call you by weird nicknames.

Share playlists with you.

Take you out for junk food.

Be your best friend and boyfriend at the same time.

If before he loved you behind jokes and flustered glances, afterward he’d love you publicly — and with undeniable pride.

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