#Bang chan romance

[jae-bummer]

Romantic Walks on the Beach

Request: Hey, I'm Shy to ask this💀🫠, but could you write a story about y/n and Chan going to the beach late in the middle of the night And please make it cute and funny🌚

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Slowly opening your eyes, you hazily blinked up at the ceiling. You furrowed your brow, focusing on where the noise that had woken you up was coming from.

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Narrowing your eyes in the direction of the window, you tried to remember if there was a tree in the backyard of this vacation home or not. Maybe it was windy, and the branches were just hitting against the window.

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You groaned and finally rolled over. Gingerly touching your phone, you read the numbers displayed on the too bright screen. 12:37 AM.

"I'm going to cut the branch down," you hissed to yourself. "And then I'm going to make the tree watch as I start a bonfire with it."

Dragging yourself to the window, you ripped back the curtains, ready to verbally assault shrubbery. Instead of the spindly, old tree you had assumed was harassing you, you found a mid-sized human instead.

"Chris?" you muttered, squinting to see him better.

Sure enough, there was a Bang Chan standing in the back yard, a handful of what appeared to be pebbles in his palm.

You immediately felt the irritation melt from your body as you stared at him. Unlocking the window, you started to slide it up, just as he began to rear his shoulder back. Before he recognized you in the window, he let the rock fly. Slumping to the floor, you squeaked in surprise as the pebble flew through the window and bounced off of the nightstand. Popping back up again, you looked at Chan with a gaping mouth.

"Sorry!" he whisper-yelled. His shoulders drew up to his ears in embarrassment as he cringed.

You waved him off before calling back. "Chris, what are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep!"

You lifted your brows, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought maybe you'd go on a walk with me?"

You heaved a sigh before nodding quickly and shutting the window. You could likely get a better explanation if you just met him outside.

Looking around the unfamiliar room, you tried to remember where you had put your hoodie. Somehow you had managed to snag the top-most room of the rental (all by yourself) when playing a game of rock, paper, scissors with the rest of the kids. When you had agreed to this weekend vacation, you assumed you'd be bunking with one of the boys, so it was a pleasant surprise.

Finally finding what you were looking for, you hustled as quietly as you could down the stairs. Your efforts were likely fruitless though, with the amount of sleep these guys needed, there was little chance of waking them up.

Pulling on your sneakers, you eased out of the back door and onto the patio. Chan gave you a small, awkward wave from where he was still standing under your window. You approached him, and crossed your arms, waiting.

"Uh...hi," he grinned.

"Let me in on a secret, Chris," you said. "Why were you throwing rocks at my window? When we're staying at the same place?"

Chan chuckled. Shaking his head, he pressed his palms to his eyes. "Call it sleep deprivation?"

"I would at least like to hear the logic behind it," you smiled. You loved it when Chan was flustered. You loved it even more when you were the reason for it.

"I couldn't sleep," he sighed, dropping his hands.

"As mentioned."

His nostrils flared as he shot you a momentarily glare. "I thought, wouldn't it be nice to look at the stars, so I came down here. Then I heard the waves crashing on the beach and my feet started to pull me that way, but I didn't want to go by myself."

"And the first person you thought to coerce for a long, romantic walk on the beach...?"

"Definitely wasn't Han," Chan smirked. "I didn't want to be a creep and let myself into your room while you were sleeping. And my motivation may or may not have been influenced by the number of stairs to get there."

You rolled your eyes before finally nodding. "Fiiiine Christopher Bang. Romance me!"

Chan broke into a full smile before flexing his hand in a "gimme" motion. You slid your fingers between his and immediately felt a wash of goosebumps cascade over your skin. The two of you had grown really close over your short time of knowing each other. You were stuck in the in between place of friends and dating, but you were both okay with that for now. Not everything had to be defined. You were still so new and enjoying the moments of learning each other."

Tugging you along, Chan glanced over his shoulder at the house growing smaller in the distance. "You think they'll be okay unsupervised?"

"What's the worst that could happen?" you huffed. "They're all asleep."

"Y/N," Chan laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think you understand the innate ability my members have to be casually destructive, no matter their state of consciousness."

"Hey, this whole adventure was your idea," you hummed, swinging your interlaced hands between you. "I've been awoken. There's no backing out now."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, lifting up your hand to place a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Walking in companionable silence, it wasn't long before your feet hit sand. You took a deep breath in and sighed happily.

"Now look at that," Chan smiled. "Not even grumpy about being woken up anymore, are you?"

"I wouldn't go that far," you muttered, popping your shoes and socks off. Setting your feet in the sand caused you to shiver, the night much cooler than you had anticipated.

Watching you, Chan immediately noticed your sudden chill. Sidling up behind you, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist before beginning to waddle you forward.

"Chan!" you gasped before dissolving into laughter. "What are you doing?"

"Walking toward the water," he said simply, his breath hot on your neck.

"No, I mean-"

"And also keeping you warm," he chirped. "Unlike some people we know, I am capable of multitasking."

Gripping tightly to his forearms as you continued walking, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the two of you. You stumbled forward, getting closer to the water as Chan's strides were wide, careful not to disrupt yours.

Only a few yards away from the incoming tide, he finally tugged you to a stop and set his chin on your shoulder. Letting out his own contented sigh, you could feel him tilt his head to look at the sky.

"Hey, Y/N," he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Have you ever thought about how small we are?"

"...I'm trying really hard not to make a joke," you managed.

You didn't have to be facing Chan to know his expression was one lacking amusement. "Height discrimination aside."

"It's hardly discrimination to point out that-"

"I am tall enough!" he gasped. "Now quit making this about me and my extraordinary tallness."

"Right, right," you laughed. "Being small, but definitely not in a height way. I'm with you."

"I mean like, in the universe," he continued. "Like when you look up at the stars, don't you feel so..."

"Insignificant?" you chirped. Spinning around in Chan's arms, you searched his face. His lips were slightly parted, and eyebrows furrowed as his eyes locked on yours. "Like a bit of dust on this giant space rock?"

"That," he laughed. "Even with making somewhat of a name for myself. Coming out here and looking up into the sky really grounds me."

"You're the most grounded person I know," you hummed, poking lightly at his chest. "And you've made more than "somewhat" of a name for yourself."

"I'm not fishing for compliments, Y/N," he smiled.

"You shouldn't have to fish," you sighed. "Not when you deserve every single one of them."

"Just spitting facts then?" he chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned forward and placed his forehead against your shoulder. "Maybe I should tell you a fact then."

You leaned backward, forcing him to stand up straight. Your eyes grew wide in anticipation. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded, biting his lip. "Not to alarm you, but there is a concerningly large crab right behind you."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to process what you thought would be a compliment. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Monster crab," he said shortly. "Directly behind your right leg."

Closing your eyes, you let out a slow exhale. "Please tell me you're joking."

"We can either run or-"

"What's he going to do!" you gasped. "Pinch me to death?"

"Hey, I'm just thinking of your safety here," he laughed, keeping his focus trained behind you. "His beaty little eyes...that's just not right."

"Don't insult him!" you cried, remaining still. "How did we decide it was a "him" anyway?"

"You're right," Chan said, nodding in what you assumed to be the crab's direction. "I'm sorry for assuming your gender. I should have asked."

"Chris," you groaned. "I'm just going to quickly-"

At that moment, you felt a small pull on your sweatpants. You glanced down, and to your horror, the crab had pinched the fabric.

With little fanfare, you took off running, hauling Chan with you. It didn't take much to shake yourself from the crab's clutches, but it didn't stop your sprint. Making your way back to the road, you finally paused at the entry to the beach and collapsed into Chan's arms. He swung you around, giggling until you both finally plopped into the sand, tangled in each other.

Both of you let out shaky laughter between strained breaths, all the while maintaining tentative eye contact.

"That," you huffed. "That was ridiculous."

"I can see the news now," Chan nodded. "Two beachgoers assaulted by mutant crustacean."

"Mutant?!" you hiccupped.

"How else could it have possibly gotten that big!" Chan argued. "I thought he was going to start speaking to us in Korean at any moment. I saw ninja turtles; I know how it works!"

"I'd hardly count ninja turtles as a reputable source," you sighed, sitting up. Chan did the same and grimaced.

"I guess I kind of ripped you off about the fact, didn't I?"

You thought to your conversation pre-ocean spider attack. "I mean, you weren't lying."

"I wanted to say something nice about you though," he grumbled.

"I know this may come to you as a shock, but you are still perfectly capable of doing that now."

Glancing at you quickly, his pout broke into a smile. "You're right."

"I'm aware."

Shaking his head, Chan reached to tuck a piece of your frazzled hair behind your ear. "My smart and beautiful, Y/N. It is a fact that you have completely stolen my heart."

You groaned before smacking him in the chest. "So corny!"

"No, no, wait!" he laughed, gripping the wrist of the hand that had just hit him. He pressed it flat over his heart. "Really! When I was talking about how I felt so...insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You have this way of making me feel less alone.

I've felt so lonely for so much of my life, your companionship has been a shock to my system. Of course I have my boys, but it's different when you have romantic feelings for someone. There's this hole that's been filled that I didn't even realize existed."

"Don't let any of them know you said that," you whispered. Your chest felt so full with his words. Chan's whole existence was the equivalent of a warm hug.

"I'm pretty sure they already know," he smiled easily. "Thank you for letting me show you this side of myself."

"No thanks needed, silly," you whispered. Leaning forward, you pressed a light kiss to his mouth. Pulling back, you felt a zing to your stomach as you watched him lick his lips. "I'm glad you feel safe with me."

"I do," he nodded. Quirking a brow, he smirked. "At least whenever we're not being attacked by ocean life."

[jaehyunsprincesspeach2]

Bang Chan Boyfriend Things

Back again with the soft hours… Things I think that Bang Chan would do, say, or show as a boyfriend. Just a whole lot of fluff :)))

Wc: 672

Much love ~ ember

Bf!Bang Chan who texts every single day without fail, asking if you have eaten, and if you are drinking enough water. If you haven’t, he is sending food or something to drink to your work, so that he knows you are taken care of.

Bf!Bang Chan who shows up to your door on a random Tuesday night with the most beautiful flowers, just because he felt like it. He loves to see your eyes light up at the flowers he brings you, and thinks it's adorable that you leave them in a visible spot, and get giggly whenever someone asks about them “oh the flowers? My boyfriend got them for me on Tuesday.” “Tuesday? What was the occasion?” “There wasn’t one…” seeing the joy on your face and the confusion on the other persons makes him smile

Bf!bang Chan who sometimes texts random apologies because he thinks that he isn’t giving you the attention that you deserve. He wants to give you the world, and have the ability to be able to provide you with everything that you have ever wanted. It’s one of the reasons that he works as hard as he does. The long hours that he spends in the studio isn’t only for the fans, but for you too.

Bf!Bang Chan who never forgets about anniversaries, and always has something new planned. Whether it is a nice walk around a local park, a fancy dinner, or even a trip to the amusement park, he always has some sort of date planned for anniversaries, and never fails to surprise you with what he has planned.

Bf!Bang Chan who gets extra cuddly when he has had a rough day at work. Chan already shows his love through physical touch, but when he has had a bad day, he will be glued to you for as long as he possibly can be. You know that he has had a rough day when he comes home, and wraps his arms around you without saying a word. Simply embracing you and leaning his head on your shoulder. You're his rock, and his biggest supporter. You're his safe place, so when he comes home from a bad day, he is immediately going to you. The presence of you is enough to put him at ease.

Bf!Bang Chan who can immediately tell when you are not okay. It’s like spidey-senses. He is able to tell instantaneously if you are mad, sad, tired, anything. He knows you better than you know yourself. Not only that, but he also knows what will help the most, depending on your mood. Need to rant? He can tell if you need advice, or just to release some of the emotions. Need to cry? He immediately offers you his shoulder to cry on, and has tissues ready for when you are done. Need a hug? No questions asked, and he won't pressure you to tell him what is going on. Ever. He knows that you will tell him when you are ready.

Bf!Bang Chan who looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen (which you are). When Chan looks at you, it's impossible not to blush. Nothing but pure love and admiration pouring out of him. He gets lost in your eyes, as if the galaxy is right in front of him. As if everything he has ever dreamed of is right there. Him simply looking at you makes you feel more loved than anyone else ever has.

Bf!Bang Chan who loved you unconditionally. All of your flaws and the things about yourself that you don't like? He makes a point to show how much he loves them. Feeling insecure? He’s right there to tell you that even with your flaws, you are perfect to him. He makes you feel comfortable enough to be fully 100% yourself, free of judgment. He wants you to know that he loves you for you, and never fails in showing that.

[aspenwritesstuff]

REPLAY: Connected

REPLAY Masterlist | w/c: 4.8k | Bang Chan x Reader

warnings: exes to lovers, angst, food, anxiety, breakup (recollection), reconciliation, use of petnames (it's Chan, of course there's gonna be some "babygirl" sprinkled in), a lil swearing

synopsis: The boy next door had been your first everything. First love, first kiss, first time making love.

And your first heartbreak.

Visiting home for the holidays and seeing his house next door never failed to stir up memories of your relationship. Whether by luck or sheer happenstance, he hadn't made it home since the two of you set off for your respective universities.

So why, for the first time in nearly four years, had he shown up now?

permanent taglist: @svintsandghosts

“All that I want is you, even if I’m a fool.”

It was Christmas Eve, and being back in your hometown for the holidays never failed to remind you of how much you missed two things.

Your mother’s baking and your highschool sweetheart - Christopher Bang. 

It was impossible to ignore either of them as you approached the bright red door of the house you grew up in, having to walk through the shadow cast by the Bang family home to knock on your own as the comforting scent of sweets wafted out through a barely-open window.

It was that smell alone that kept the incessant ache thoughts of Chris always put in your heart from becoming unbearable.

Your hand hadn’t even reached the doorbell before the door swung open, revealing your mother’s shining grin. Eyes that matched your own sparkled with joy as she grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. You laughed softly at her excitement, feeling your entire body relax as you were welcomed home.

“It’s good to see you, too, mom,” you teased as you were pulled into a ridiculously tight hug. 

“Hush, I’m allowed to miss my own child,” she tutted before releasing you with a smile, pulling the door shut to keep out the chill. 

“I missed you, too,” you admitted, slipping out of your jacket and hanging it over one of the many hooks protruding from the wall.

“Come, now, help me with the cookies and tell me about your classes,” You barely registered your mother’s words before hand was once again grabbed, your body being pulled behind her own, bringing you to laugh once more as she led you to the kitchen.

As per usual for this time of year, the kitchen was cluttered with different containers - all filled to the brim with various candies and cookies. As you crossed the threshold, you wished you could bottle up the fragrance in the air. This was what home smelled like.

You washed your hands before reaching into a bowl of rich-smelling dough, following your mother’s patient instructions as you rolled it into spheres and set them neatly on a baking sheet. As per her request, you launched into the highlights of your most recent semester of college. 

You spared her the more mundane details, though you knew she’d just as happily listen if you hadn’t, continuing to space the balls of dough evenly on the tray. Save for a few hums to confirm she was in fact listening, your mother stood quietly - hands busy in a bowl filled with ingredients, presumably to give you more to do.

You were in the midst of recounting a particularly amusing moment you’d shared with your roommate when the doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts and your mother from her task. She flipped on the faucet and rinsed her hands clean, drying them against her apron before giving you an apologetic smile.

“Be right back, just keep rolling!” she chirped, heading for the front door. 

You simply nodded, unbothered by the interruption. After your mother had brought her cookies to a community potluck your first year here, it had become something of a tradition for your neighbors to swing by on Christmas Eve for a few treats. 

You heard two sets of footsteps making their way towards you and readied yourself to greet whichever neighbor had stopped in, looking up at the doorway just in time to catch your mother guiding none other than Mrs. Bang towards you.

You locked eyes with Chris’ mother and smiled. Despite the unresolved feelings you had for her son, Mrs. Bang had always been nothing short of kind towards you. She radiated the same warmth as your own mother, approaching you with a fond twinkle in her eye.

“Hey, Mrs. Bang,” you greeted her first, only serving to brighten her expression further. She beamed as she arrived at your side, putting her arm around your shoulders and squeezing so as not to pull you from the job your mother had assigned you.

“It’s good to see you, dear,” she sweetly hummed, releasing you to grab a box of goodies from your mother. The two women were exchanging small talk, most of which you tuned out until Mrs. Bang called your name. 

You placed the last piece of dough onto the sheet before looking up, brows raised as you waited for her to continue.

“Your mother was telling me you’re graduating this spring,” she began, a look of pride on her face as she addressed you, “Do you have any plans?”

You nodded, before walking over to the sink and washing your hands, drying them while you spoke, “Yeah, I’ve actually got a position waiting for me after I get my degree, I’m actually–” you stifled a smirk at your mother’s boastful grin behind Mrs. Bang before she interrupted you.

“My baby is moving back to town in just four short months!” You couldn’t even be mad at her for stealing your announcement as she bounced on her toes excitedly. You hadn’t seen your mother so happy since you’d gotten your acceptance letter for your first choice university.

Mrs. Bang’s brows shot up, “Really? How wonderful!” she crooned, a genuine smile blossoming across her face, “You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime, then,” she continued, “Just like the good old days!”

You nodded, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat, “Of course,” you agreed, keeping your expression neutral in front of the maternal pair despite the painful realization of the main difference between a dinner with the Bangs then versus now.

Christopher was your boyfriend back then.

Your mother was completely oblivious to the spontaneous heaviness you felt in the air around you, continuing to speak with Mrs. Bang animatedly.

“Speaking of dinner, were you still planning on joining us tomorrow?”

This was normal between your two families, hosting the other for the holidays. Especially after you and Chris had both gone off to your respective schools - sometimes unable to make it back. It was actually pretty cute, the two mothers commiserating over the lack of their children being home for Christmas. 

You tried not to worry like you had during previous years. Despite your anxiety over the possibility, Christopher hadn’t made it home for any of these dinners so far, his work ethic somehow managing to beat out the considerable love you knew he held for his family. 

His final year at school would be a strange time to choose to change that, wouldn’t it?

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it!” Mrs. Bang responded kindly, “Though I should probably get home to prepare the dishes I’ll be bringing. Thank you for the sweets, as always.” She gave a polite bow to your mother, who simply waved her hand as if her thanks were absolutely unnecessary - walking her to the door and shouting pleasant goodbyes after her.

You spent the rest of the afternoon assisting your mother with the baking, grateful that she’d taken over most of the talking whilst your mind was brimming with thoughts of Christopher. She seemed to be more than content with your silence, likely figuring you were simply being attentive, as she filled you in on what you’d missed around town.

Before long, evening had come. The conversations with your mother all seemed to blur together, even throughout the meal you’d shared, due to the overdrive your brain had been thrust into following the reminder of Christmas dinner. 

You found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed in your childhood room, staring at the walls that your younger self had insisted be painted pink. Everything was just as you’d left it, from the patchwork comforter atop your mattress to the now-dust ridden yearbook on your nightstand. 

You wished you didn’t remember why it wasn’t amongst the other keepsakes - in a box on the top shelf of your closet. You wished you’d put it away on one of your prior visits, rather than leaving it untouched on the nightstand for nearly four years. 

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t put it away before leaving for college in the first place, nor why you hadn’t during any of your subsequent visits. All you really knew was that the mere thought of hiding it away felt wrong - felt final.

Considering the events that led you to seek solace in its pages, you supposed the way you felt was perfectly reasonable.

You had been so excited to meet up with your then-boyfriend that night. You’d just returned from touring campus and couldn’t wait to tell him all about it. Christopher had seemed a little off ever since you’d told him about your acceptance letter, but - at the time - you’d just assumed it was nerves as he waited for his own.

It wasn’t until you finally met up in his backyard, running to plant a kiss that he didn’t fully give back, that you realized it was much, much deeper than that.

“What’s wrong?” you’d immediately asked, though a gnawing sensation in the depths of your gut made you feel certain you already knew.

Sometimes you hated being right.

“Babygirl,” he’d started, running a hand through his curls before looking into your eyes - his own holding a look that could only be described as heartfelt sorrow. He chewed on his lip rather than saying anything more, averting his gaze to an undefined spot in the grass.

Your heart sank. Chris only ever messed with his hair when he was tense. You knew instantly - this was serious.

“Chris, what is it?” you urged, the smile you’d worn upon first seeing him instantly dropping, “You’re scaring me.”

“I got in.”

It was a simple sentence, though there wasn’t a single tinge of celebratory joy involved. He said it like it was a death sentence, still refusing to meet your increasingly intense stare.

“What? Chris, that’s amazing! Why are you –” you’d been midway through congratulating him when his head shot back up, his now-watery eyes locking onto yours.

“I got into Yonsei.”

“I thought you were going to apply for–” he’d cut you off again, then - the initial sadness you’d seen in his eyes only intensifying.

“Baby, I did. I didn’t make it,” his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, tonguing his cheek.

Your heart froze then at the dots connected themselves in your mind. You scrambled for something - anything - that could convince him that this was okay. That the two of you could handle being apart. That this could just be a roadblock, not the end.

Regardless of how hard you tried to come up with the words you’d needed to comfort him, to assure him that it was all going to be okay, there was nothing.

You sat there with him, dumbfounded and quiet for a while. Neither of you wanted to break the tension, but your lips still parted to make way for the hardest question you’d ever had to ask.

“Chris, are you leaving me?”

He didn’t say a word, his eyes simply welling with tears.

Sometimes, it seemed, silence was very, very loud.

Your throat began to tighten, breaths coming in shorter and shorter gasps as you stared at him - looking for any sign that this was all some shitty, cruel joke that he somehow found amusing. His stone-faced demeanor, however, did not change.

Of course, he wasn’t kidding.

Chris had never been the type to joke like that. To hurt you for amusement.

“Don’t you love me?” you stammered out, stifling a sob.

He finally looked up then, pooling tears in his eyes only serving to make his shocked expression look completely terrified.

“Of course I do,” he breathed, his voice breaking as he ran his hand through his messy curls.

“Then don’t do this,” you begged, barely audible after being blindsided - by his news, by the possibility of losing him.

He didn’t speak then - nor did he have to. Lower lip trembling, eyes still fixated on you as he stood from his spot. You could see all you needed to written on his face - this was it. It was over.

Wordlessly, he’d leaned down and pressed a prolonged kiss to the top of your head. As he pulled back, eyes downcast as he simply stood at your side, you fought to maintain any semblance of composure. It wasn’t until he finally turned around, retreating back inside of his home, that your legs moved on your behalf to bring your shell-shocked frame through your front door.

Mother wasn’t home - which, now that you thought about it, was probably for the best - leaving you to your own devices as grief threatened to swallow you whole. You cried for a long while, clutching your pillow against your chest as though it could somehow soften the hammering of your heart.

Now, glancing at the neglected cover of that yearbook, you felt just as small and broken as you did that night - when you’d finally stopped crying and flipped through its pages last. You were sure there were tearstains on the page you’d stopped on, despite not having revisited it throughout these years. 

The page where the two of you, clad in your prom attire, were dancing behind the perfectly posed King and Queen. Despite not being the subject matter, it had quickly become your favorite photo - bright smiles as you swayed clumsily in each other’s arms radiating joy.

Radiating love.

You forcefully shook yourself from these recollections, pushing them back in the name of keeping your sanity as you laid flat on the bed. Turning your back to the yearbook, you pulled the blanket over your body and shut your eyes to get a good night’s rest for Christmas.

You were going to need it.

The air smelled of honeyed ham and spiced fruits when you'd opened your eyes the next morning. 

You were watching your mother scuttle about the kitchen, humming her favorite carols whilst juggling three separate dishes, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching upwards. Cocoa in hand, tree sparkling with multicolored lights, you finally felt it. 

This was Christmas. This was home.

Your mood couldn’t be dampened by anything, not even the painful memories you’d recalled the night prior. So, of course, you readily agreed when your mother asked you to run to the grocery store - just as was typical of her during the holiday fuss, there were a few things she’d forgotten to grab.

After bundling up, the walk itself was a quick trip, save for a brief conversation after the cashier recognized you from your youth. The chilled breeze didn’t bother you as it nipped at your cheeks. It, alongside a few stray snowflakes dancing around in the air, simply served to bring you peace.

Because this was Christmas. This was home.

You arrived back home, kicking the door with the toe of your boot in lieu of knocking. You tightened your grip on the handles of the bags, exhaling a held breath in a puff of steam whilst waiting for that bright red door to open. 

As it did, warmth and the aromas of dinner tickled your senses, “They were out of–,” you were cut off by what felt like a punch in the gut. You forgot the remainder of your sentence, jaw dropping as your words caught in your throat - an ineloquent squeak leaving your parted lips as you stared ahead.

There wasn’t much point in continuing what you were going to say, had the thought not been shocked out of you, considering that the face you were met with wasn’t your mother.

Christopher Bang - though looking much more grown up and mature than he had upon your last meeting - was standing in the entryway of your family home, staring at you as if he’d seen a ghost.

Much like your last encounter, neither of you spoke, opting instead to gawk at the other - blinking rapidly. You’d considered what you’d say to him, had the chance ever arisen. Much like the sentence you’d begun, however, it too had been erased from your mind the moment your eyes met his.

Once again, silence was very, very loud.

Based upon the unsteady tremble you could see interrupting the rise and fall of his shoulders - far broader than they’d been before - as he breathed, perhaps Chris was feeling precisely the same way.

He looked very much the same, Chris…yet somehow completely different. 

His messy curls had been cut shorter, pushed back out of his face in a much sleeker look than you’d remembered. He’d learned to take care of them, you noticed, as he ran his hand through now-defined ringlets - just as he’d always done whilst nervous. His eyes, though wide with astonishment, were still warm and trustworthy. Perhaps even more than they had been before, with the beginnings of smile lines at their sides he’d earned throughout the years.

His clenched jaw was stronger, more defined, as he parted his lips in an attempt to speak. Those lips, the very same ones you’d felt against your own countless times, were still just as perfect as they had been. Rounded and pink, open just enough for you to see the tips of his teeth behind them. 

“Get in here, honey! You’re letting in the chill!” your mother scolded from the kitchen, peering through the doorway. She seemed completely ignorant to the palpable tension between the two of you, acting just as she would had your world not been flipped upside-down.

God, how you wished you could be as clueless as she was right now - staring into the chocolatey pools of Christopher’s eyes, catching the very moment he came back down to earth. He stepped aside then, turning his attention to the floor as you crossed the threshold.

The delicious scents in the air no longer felt comforting, smothering you as your throat tightened. Despite speeding past Chris, you still managed to catch a whiff of the same cologne he’d worn while you were together.

The same one you’d bought him, though certainly a new bottle.

You swallowed hard as you beelined for the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter before mumbling something akin to, “No problem,” as your mother broke her conversation with Mrs. Bang to thank you. 

There wasn’t a single thought in your mind that wasn’t screaming at you to run away. Screaming at you to distance yourself as much as possible. Screaming at you to go and collect yourself before dinner, to collect yourself enough to plaster on a smile until the Bang’s went home.

It was impossible to ignore. It was so very loud.

Following your instincts, you darted up the stairs. A breath you didn’t know you were holding shuddered out as you stepped into your bedroom - closing the door just as an uncomfortable heat pricked at your eyes. 

You cursed under your breath as you swiped furiously at the sudden onslaught of tears, hoping that it wouldn’t be too noticeable to the matriarchs when you’d eventually have to show yourself. 

Why was he here? Why couldn’t he have just not made it like he hadn’t for three years? Why now, after all of this time, had he made it home?

It felt unfair, like some sort of cosmic joke. It felt surreal, like a horrible dream. It felt sharp, like a brand being seared into your chest.

And damn, did it hurt.

For the second time in your life you found yourself with your back against your headboard, pillow clutched to your chest, crying over Christopher.

A knock on your door pulled you from your wallowing, rushing you into wiping your eyes.

“Yeah?” you called, praying you didn’t sound as pathetic as you felt. 

Considering you hadn’t been keeping track of time during the outpouring of emotion, you figured it was your mother, letting you know dinner was ready.

So, when you heard your name called in a silky, baritone voice, you instantly froze.

“Can I come in?” Chris sounded so gentle when he asked, so warm. You could sense a certain caution in his tone, as though he’d break you if he spoke too loudly. Your prolonged silence didn’t go unnoticed, as an even smaller, “Please?” met your ears.

You considered saying nothing - God, did you want to just sit there quietly and hope he gave up.

But something about how the word had left his lips felt sacrilegious to ignore.

You shuffled to the door, pulling it open slowly. You could feel his eyes boring into you, certain he was wearing that same look of wistful sadness from that day - the day it ended - without even looking. You met his eyes as you stepped aside, proving your suspicions true. 

Chris gave you a nod of thanks as he joined you in the room, still watching you with concern as you slowly shut the door before sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn’t follow you, remaining standing by the closed door. 

Once it became obvious that you weren’t going to fill the quiet first, he tentatively spoke. It was laughable how casual his choice of words were - or, it would’ve been had you not felt so overwhelmed.

“Hey.”

You simply looked at him, chewing on your lower lip. Words, even had you wanted any, wouldn’t have come to you in this moment. Not even the deepest corners of your imagination could’ve prepared you for seeing Christopher again.

“So,” he started again, sighing deeply, “Your mom says you’re moving back?” 

Small talk had never really been his forte. He sounded awkward, almost forced behind the calm exterior.

You nodded in response, leading him to continue. “So am I,” he started, running slender fingers through his dark hair. Something was on his mind, it was obvious in the way his eyes were clouded. He wasn’t saying everything he wanted to. Even after all this time, you could tell. 

You could always tell.

You found your voice, though it was shaky and roughened with emotion, “What is it Chris?” You hadn’t meant to sound as short with him as you had, noticing his shoulders stiffen a bit at your tone.

“We’ll be seeing each other around, y’know?” he started, still messing about with his curls, “We’ll have to be able to handle that.” 

He was right. You might not want to admit it - especially right now, to his face - but he was right. You looked away, taking a deep and unsteady breath.

“I know you don’t want to see me,” Chris carried on, sounding smaller and smaller the longer he spoke, “And I get that, I really do. I mean, I’d hate me, too if –”

“I don’t hate you,” you cut him off, looking back up to meet his eyes. He looked perplexed, brows furrowing together at your sudden proclamation. 

“You don’t?” 

“I wanted to, trust me,” a humorless laugh accompanied your words, “It would be so much easier to hate you, Christopher.”

Your name fell from his lips in a stunned whisper, laced with pain as he slowly made his way towards you. He gave you every opportunity to tell him to get back, precise and patient steps approaching your bedside. You felt the bed sink next to you as he joined you, a softness in his eyes as they met yours.

“Then…why didn’t you ever reach out?” he murmured, visibly confused, “I tried to call you a few times. I stopped when you never answered.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, you left me, Chris,” you reminded him, frowning, “I was hurt.” The guilt eating away at you brought anger to your tone. 

You were right, he’d been the one to break things off. Why should you feel bad for not answering his calls?

Christopher’s features fell as he hung his head - it seemed that he knew you were right, too. He wore his shame plainly, from his hunched shoulders to the remorse in his eyes when he finally looked back at you.

“I didn’t forget,” he whispered thickly, his stare feeling like it made it’s way completely through to your soul, “How could I? It’s my biggest regret.”

You were speechless. Had you heard him correctly? The whooshing of your quickened pulse echoing in your ears was making you feel dizzy as you gaped at him, trying to process the gravity of what he’d just said.

“I was scared,” he admitted to you, still looking at you just as tenderly despite what must’ve been a wild expression on your face, “I was a scared and stupid kid, who’d just found out he couldn’t go to college with his girlfriend.”

“Scared of what?” you breathed out, brows knitting together as you tried to process all of this new information about your breakup. He hadn’t told you why, before. You hadn’t asked, either, though.

“Of the distance being too much,” Chris took a deep breath, “and you leaving me first,” he admitted earnestly, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes became glassy.

“Chris…”

“You were the best thing in my life,” he continued, despite your attempt to cut him off, “Since we’ve been apart, nothing has felt right. Even good moments are just–”

“Incomplete?” You finished for him, knowing the feeling he was describing perfectly. 

He nodded, a dimple appearing in his cheek as he gave you a half-smile, “Exactly, yeah,” he ran his slender digits through his ringlets again, biting his lip as he looked away. 

“What is it?” you prompted, immediately recognizing his mannerisms once more.

“I miss you,” he blurted, his cheeks suddenly matching the pink of his lips. He had his eyes squeezed shut tight, as if he were completely terrified. Your heart melted at the sight, though you held your tongue to allow him time to continue. 

“I miss you, and I know it’s my own fault,” he sniffled between his words, finally looking at you - eyes brimming with tears, “but God that doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t stopped thinking about you for four years.”

“Chris–” you began, only to be spoken over.

“I know it’s not fair to you that I’m saying this, and I know that it’s absolutely crazy of me to think you’d even consider me an option anymore,” he continued to ramble, breezing straight past your attempt to cut him off.

“Christopher–” despite your attempt, the words just kept bubbling forth from his lips.

“I mean, how could I expect you to want anything at all to do with me? That’s stupid, I’m–”

“Chris!” He stopped then, flushing an even darker shade at the realization that he’d been monologuing. 

“If missing you back is stupid, then I guess I’m an idiot.”

Christopher’s eyes widened as your words registered, his lips parting in surprise before blooming into a full, beautiful smile. 

Your expression mirrored his, slowly morphing into a hopeful grin as he leaned in closer, placing a gentle hand against your flushed cheek.

“Wanna be idiots together, then, babygirl?” he breathed, warm breath delightfully tickling your skin as he drew even nearer.

In lieu of an answer, you closed the minute distance between your faces, crashing your lips desperately onto his. 

It was as if you’d never been apart, lips instinctually moving against each other in a beautiful and familiar dance. There was nothing but Chris at that moment - the scent of dinner gone, replaced simply by his cologne. His presence that you’d once dreaded had led you into contentment - his fingers trailing through your hair this time.

This was home. This was Christmas.

You’d have been content to never break that kiss, to perpetuate that moment for the rest of your life, had a soft knock at the door not interrupted.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother sang from outside, the sound of her footsteps slowly trailing away. 

You smiled gently at Chris’ hand suddenly engulfing yours, standing first to help you to your feet. He didn’t let go, his fingers still able to lace so naturally with yours, as the two of you made your way to the dining room. 

Christopher sat at your side, casting you fond looks through the meal’s entirety. You stole glances at him whenever you could, as if trying to re-memorize his age-refined features. He’d catch you on occasion, smirking before shooting you a wink. Your face would flush, sudden shyness forcing you to look away - though you couldn’t help but keep studying him as soon as your cheeks cooled off.

You were so enraptured in each other that you didn’t notice the pair of satisfied smirks your mothers shared from across the table - so enamored that you didn’t notice their purposeful exclusion of the two of you from conversation, allowing you to continue your nonverbal exchange of affection uninterrupted.

You helped Christopher gather up the dishes, unable to contain your own smile as Chris graced you with a bright, dimpled one of his own - following your mother to the kitchen to help her clean up.

From the moment you’d left your bedroom, the two of you hadn’t exchanged a single word. 

You didn’t need to, though.

Sometimes silence is very, very loud.

Sometimes, silence screams I love you.

[notastraykid]

This... This masterpiece here... Is a ~read. But the good news is that it's complete so you don't need to wait. Pick it up, put it down. Come back to it when you're able. But just... Start it. You will be drawn in. You will fall in love. You will not regret it.

Safe Haven (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Word Count: ~127k | AO3 Synopsis: Being a rebel fighting against a galactic oppressor was no easy feat, but it was something Chan took great pride in. As they took part in a stealth mission, Chan and his friends found themselves stranded on an unknown planet, and meeting a mysterious ally; an ally that, over the course of five long months, will help Chan regain hope.

Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Index: Day 1. | Day 2. | Day 3. | Day 4. | Day 5. | Day 6. | Day 7. | Day 8. | Day 9. | Day 10. | Day 15. | Day 17. | Day 60. | Day 82. | Day 90. | Day 91. | Day 92. | Day 152. | Day 159. | Epilogue.

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Author’s note: the idea for this monster started while i was watching Obi-Wan Kenobi… one thing led to another and now we’re here. this series is special to me, i fell in love with every single one of the characters and i’m ecstatic about it. i’m really just posting it for the heck of it since this is purely self-indulgent (i literally went mmmm, i need more fantasy AUs, guess i’ll do it myself). English is my second language, so constructive feedback on grammar, pacing, plot, etc is always welcome :) 16/08/2023: i started writing this series sometime in July 2022... then i started to publish each chapter from September 2022 until November 2022. in July 2023, i decided i wanted to re-work it since my writing has developed quite a bit and i felt like i could do a much better job... so i did. i’m genuinely much happier with this version of the story, and i hope that those that read it back then, and those that will read it now get to enjoy it as much as i do (: if you notice any weird formatting/sentences, don’t hesitate to point them out to me! this fic is a monster, and there must be things that i missed for sure hahah

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

© therhythmafterthesummer 2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

[jammiee097]

Darling?

Summary: Your boyfriend sended some photo's out of nowhere, only for him to find you in his bed... Naked

Warnings: Fingering, punishment (basically just spank!ng), Boyfr!end Chan x reader, V!brator, p in v, Walking in on..,

Enjoy! 🩷

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The noise of your vibrator under the coats was the only thing heard in the room, until it finally started working on your clit, imaging it was your boyfriends tongue.

it was supposed to be a calm evening, going early to bed because of the long day on work. just to lay in bed, watching one of your favorite series. Just cozy, but now the thea on your night desk was getting cold.

It was Chan who sended two pictures of him sitting in the car on his way to your apartment. at first sight they looked like normal photos, but you looked closer knowing there was a hidden suprise. something he always did in his photo's, just to tease you a little.

You could see his hand on his pants, his pants revealing the print of his hard dick. When you mentioned it, he sended you a video of him jerking off, sounds clear, his moans clear.

that sent you off, that one specific cry he did just before he came in the video was the one that made you decide to get your vibrator out of the closet and use on yourself.

Listening to his audio on repeat, the video never stopping, all just so you'll get off.

little did you know that he had entered your appartment earlier than you thought he would. He would get a litttle worried when he heard a guy moan, only to find out a second later it was his video. he chuckled and walked over to were the sound was coming out off. The door slightly closed.

He peaked through the door and saw you, arching your back to his moans, your moans sounding a little louder than usual, his name leaving your lips in almost each whimper you made.

His dick got hard in seconds, seeing you like this made him fill with dark lust. he wanted to open the door and take you there on the bed, so hard and rough you would be beginning for him to slow down. but you and him would both get hurt.

"Darling?" He says slightly opening the door. Shock in your eyes you would turn off the vibrator and look at him, standing in the doorframe. "Oh my god." You'd say, his video still playing in the background. Chan smirked walking towards the bed, putting your phone away.

He through open the blanket you were under to find your body, naked. Only a little white bra and your panties around your ankles, your pussy soaking wet, dripping it on the sheets.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" He said being disapproved. "Couldn't wait until I got home?" He said his fingers tracing from your stomach to your pussy. His finger slowly teasing your clit, making little circles. "Baby.." You whisper and he smiled. he always loved how weak you were for him.

"I wanted to fuck you so good.." he began, "Guess that would be for some other time." He whispered, leaving a kiss on your neck. He walked away only for you to get him back. "Please.. Chan.. Please" You desperately said. "I- I want to feel you.." You said.

That send him off, He grabbed your cheek, aggressively placing his lips on yours. He would tower of you his knees locking yours together. He putted of his shirt, revealing little bruises from the other times you two fucked two days. His tongue would go crazy in your mouth. this whole day he wanted you nothing more. Moans coming from both of you, making the kiss more spicy.

"Fuck baby, what do you do to me." He whispers, a shiver going down your back. "Always so shivery." He whispers again, attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. His hands placed on your waist, lowering his kisses to your breasts, stomach. He stops before he reached your cunt. He wanted to eat you out for sure, but not now, not yet.

He would lower his pants and boxers, his hard dick jumping against his lower stomach, wanting to feel your tight pussy so much. He'd tease your so desperate pussy with just his dick going over your clit. "Please chan.." You whimper.

He fill you up, receiving both moans out of you two. He wanted to hump fast into you, but he needed to please you too, he needed to please you too. His hands on your waist, pumping inside of you, slowly. "Need me to go faster?" He said, his hands squeezing your waist in need. "Yes." You moan. He goes a little faster pushing you onto his dick. "Fuck baby.. You feel.. so good" He says, wanting to drift of to heaven. finally feeling your pussy after such a long day.

The same you felt, after so many horrible clients and irritating colleagues you wanted to feel him more then ever. Your hands getting on his biceps, squeezing them, your nails pushing into his skin. Making him whimper more, making him cry more, making him wanting you more.

"You're so pretty mhm.. my pretty fuck toy.. Mhm.. My.. pretty... princess" He moaned, pushing deep into you at the last words. You arch your back at those movements. His thumb finding your clit, going rough on it. "You gonna cum for me, mhm, gonna cum for your boyfriend." He says. His huffs and puffs sending you off to heaven. "Gonna.. Gonna." You start. "Say it baby.." He says going faster. "Cum, im gonna cum." You say. "Me too darling, hold on.. a little.. Longer" He moans.

After a few more trusts you came onto his dick, your pussy tighting around his dick, making him cum. The most arousing sounds a human could make comming from his lips.

He falls next to you on the bed, pulling you into a cuddle. "I love you baby." He whispers just before you fall asleep in his arms.

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Please check Intro about me ;) , my masterlist :) , Requests (& Rules) ^^

I'm currently in my writer's era, so I wanted to publish this Fanfic I've been writing for the past few weeks. I've always had POVs and ideas for stories in my head but I stored them away in my notes app or my diary. But this one, I wanted to share. (I publish on Wattpad as well but my reach over there SUCKS.)

Consider giving this story a read and tell me what you think of it. Leave your comments and feedback, I always appreciate it. I'm still a beginner, so there might be some errors here and there. If you spot any please tell me and I'll correct them.

I'll try to upload weekly or whenever I finish writing a new chapter.

WARNING ⚠️ This story is for matured readers since there's smut, mention of alcohol and strong language.

Ready? Let's get in.

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Description:

𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆...

He knew that this marriage was under his agreement that it's only valid for a year. But once their contract ends and Aria tells him she is carrying his child, his protectiveness, possessiveness over her increased a ton more. He didn't want this marriage to last more than he wanted but now he can't live without her.

Bang Chan x fem/OC - Arranged marriage. Mature content. Cold Husband. Billionaire. DUAL POVS

TW ❗❗: Pregnancy (I know not everyone enjoys this trope but I can assure that once you read it you will understand the plot. Do consider giving it a chance)

This story contains mature content such as mentions of alcohol, sex and strong language. 🔞

Note: Underlined chapters are already published and non underlined ones are upcoming. Ones marked in red contains smut. At the end of each chapter, the next one is linked.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

Chapter 1 || Chapter 13

Chapter 2 || Chapter 14

Chapter 3 || Chapter 15

Chapter 4 || Chapter 16

Chapter 5 || Chapter 17

Chapter 6 || Chapter 18

Chapter 7 || Chapter 19

Chapter 8 || Chapter 20

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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xx,

Ivyy

[daceydeath]

Club 143

Pairing: 0T8 x Reader, Felix x Reader Word Count: 27.1K Genre: Work Romance, slow burn, Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, male escorts, hosting, alcohol, Explicit Activities

This is my offering of thanks for the 2K of you that have followed me and also kept me going over the past 12 months you guys are amazing and I love the absolute shit out of you all xx

It had been a hard 18 months in every single way, your boyfriend has cheated on you, your job was a never ending cycle of not quite making it and all your friends were either getting married or having babies. Something had to go your way, so this new editorial opportunity had to be the start of it all turning around for you.

You swiped left again, the dating app that your best friend had downloaded for you was full to the brim with fuck boys, dip shits and douche bags none of which interested you long enough to even read the stupid little bio they had written. You had been alone long enough to know you didn't want to waste the little time and effort you could give to someone to be wasted on someone who wouldn't even be able to give you what you wanted let alone what you needed. You had complained to your best friends often enough that one had bought you a vibrator and the other had installed this stupid app telling you to just get back out there and meet people but you were struggling. You didn't want a cheap fuck in an alley behind a club or a guy who couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag let alone find your clitoris taking you home. You wanted to feel good, it wasn't neurosurgery it shouldn't be that hard to find. You had tried dating a few times since your break up with your ex but to begin with it was hard to trust a man again and then you realized you perhaps didn't want to fall straight back into a relationship until it was too late and you had given all the better options the flick.

Sighing you got back to work figuring that it would keep you busy you had been in the news media for a while now and although you weren't a fully qualified journalist, you had never bothered with university, you had made your way up the food chain and were currently working in the health, wellness and well being section of your company. You were sent to cover makeup launches, yoga classes, newest beauty surgical day spas and other garbage but this week you had been given a different assignment. As one of the only women in the team who didn't get embarrassed at the sight of anything too 'exciting' you were being sent to the latest host club for professional women. A week's worth of sitting around trying to not get too drunk while you watched professional, lonely and probably far too wealthy women get flirted with by attractive young men. It had made you a little nervous but you had looked into everything you had been given and you were hoping that it would go smoothly. 

Club 143 was in midtown just across the district border from the wealthiest areas of the city. The home of idols, celebrities and the business elite, it was incredibly well located to cater to their every need and whim. The man who you had spoken to over the phone had seemed quite casual, he had introduced himself as Bang Chan and said he was the owner and operator, he also seemed quite happy to have you come for the week to see how the premises operated and ran. You were going for the following day Wednesday to meet him and see what the club had to offer then you would meet with the various hosts and finally if you wished to he would grant you the full host experience free of charge in exchange for the editorial you would write. Your phone ringing broke you out of organizing what you would need to know for preparation.

"Good evening" you answered, slightly distracted as you saved your research on Mr Bang.

"Have I called at a bad time?" Chan's voice sounded slightly concerned.

"No not at all Mr Bang, I was just preparing for tomorrow" you chirped wanting to sound professional and interested despite being nervous.

"Good, good. I was thinking if it isn't too early we could start at about 11? It will just be me and the bar and waiting staff to begin with so don't feel you need to be dressed up. The boys wouldn't arrive until after 7 anyway so if you need to run home or to the office you have plenty of time" He explained to you gently.

"Oh excellent, that will hopefully give me time to interview you about the first half or so of the editorial on the beginnings and such" you nodded your head even though he couldn't see you.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" He said warmly, his voice having an effect of soothing you each time you heard it.

"See you tomorrow Mr Bang" you hung up feeling a little less worried but still unsure of how this assignment would go.

Arriving at 10:55 you stood looking at the fairly standard looking five story glass building, the only thing making it look slightly different from its surroundings was a total lack of signage except for a small black and sign with elegant gold script reading Club 143 next to the large front doors.

"Good morning Miss" a calm professional voice spoke, making you almost jump "You are here to meet with Mr Bang correct?". 

"Um yes, yes I am, I'm from the editorial team at JYP News" you smiled introducing yourself and following her inside.

"I'm just one of the wait staff Miss, Mr Bang asked us to keep an eye out for you and bring you to his office once you arrived" she explained leading you through the opulent looking bar with its high ceiling and huge chandelier to a door reading staff which she opened for you and gestured for you to enter and take a seat "He won't be long Miss" 

Nodding as she left you alone to wait you looked at the waiting area you had been led to, soft wingback armchairs in warm chocolate tones filled the space, gold accented furniture and a wooden floor seemed excessive for a staff area but you assumed you needed to present the lavish luxury everywhere just in case.

"Miss Kim?" His deep velvety voice asked, making your eyes snap to him "I'm Bang Chan, but please call me Chan" . His warm smile and adorable dimples were a stark contrast from his built physique and generally sexy appearance.

"Hello, if I am going to call you by your first name then please call me by mine" you swallowed hard shaking his hand as you greeted him.

"Good, I prefer to keep things as casual as possible, it can get too pretentious otherwise" He explained cheekily taking you into his office which was far more minimalist than the ostentatious club. "This is my office, we have seen the boys waiting room and you walked through the bar, would you like the tour first or to chat?"

"How about the tour first then we can start the start of the interview process" you smiled politely placing your bag on the floor beside his desk.

"Alright then" he clapped as you followed him back out to the bar to begin "This is the main bar this is where anyone can come to have a drink or enjoy themselves without interruptions, this bar isn't limited to women but we do anticipate that most of the clientele will be female due to the other services we provide"

"So this is not host related at all then just a regular bar?" you asked looking at the beautiful furnishings and row upon row of alcohol bottles that lined the mirrored walls behind the bar.

"Yes the first 2 levels are just a speakeasy come cocktail bar level 3 is where that changes although any available host will be down here in hopes of attracting clients" he waggled his eyebrows at you while he guided you to the large staircase which you climbed after he had offered his arm to you looking over the large cut out that had been made to house the gigantic chandelier.

"It does look beautiful" you murmur your fingers sliding against the fabric of the leather couches as you continue to the far end of the room towards the elevator that stood with its glimmering golden doors set against a black marble wall "Although very opulent".

"Opulence is not your taste then?" Chan queried interested in your opinion as the elevator doors opened and you stepped in together.

"Not to this level, I like a little bit of glitz every now and again but I'm more of a homebody" you felt your face heat up as you spoke not wanting to insult his business before you had even had a proper conversation with him.

"That's fair, I'm not into this lifestyle either, it is excessive" he chuckled. "But the women who are will pay for this experience without a second thought".

"Clever Chan, you know your target audience well" you tried not to smirk as you watched him stuff his hands into the pockets of his black chinos as you traveled up to the next floor through the mirrors all around you.

"This is level 3 and the first level of the host experience, women of all ages can come here and be doted on by male hosts who will drink with them, eat with them and basically fawn over them providing all the attention they desire" Chan continued to explain as your eyes roamed the deep red painted booths that could be hidden behind matching deep red velvet curtains. Before returning to the elevator to go up again into another room full of more private booths that were set further apart to elude more privacy.

"Level 4 is the next level of our host services, so the private bookings or most popular hosts will normally be here. They see people one on one for extended periods of time" Chan continued as you took in another over the top room only this time in deep emerald greens with gold accents.

"Ok so most popular? Does that mean the most requested? So the hosts on the lower level are more of a on demand and availability sort of set up?" You asked making a note in your phone to include the differences when you started writing.

"Yes, the ones that are requested the most or have customers wanting to request them on a regular basis. Yes they will be on this floor" he smiled as you took a few notes and asked things you weren't sure of.

"Is this the last level?" You asked, thinking back to when you had looked into the building as part of your research "I thought this was a five story building" you tilted your head to him.

"You are right there is one more level which I'll give you a tour of only one part since it needs to remain an enigma to out clients" he smirked like a cat who had gotten the cream as you stepped into the lift once again the last floor could only be accessed by key card as Chan swiped his allowing for the floor to be selected.

"Oh, is it really a secret then?" you sassed playfully as the lift climbed to the final floor, the lift opened revealing a single hallway that led to a set of 10 doors the entire hallway painted deep navy blue with only the golden door handles and numbers glinting like stars against the dark walls.

"This is level 5, the premium service, and the most expensive and exclusive part of Club 143" Chan grinned, leading you out of the elevator with his hand resting against your lower back "Pick a door any door and that will be the final part of the tour". You walked down the hallway and stopped before door three looking back at Chan with your eyebrow cocked"

"Door 3 please Chan" you smiled.

"Are you sure you won't get to see inside the others, this is the only one you will see?" He teased walking to the door and swiping his card and opening the handle slowly as you nodded up at him.

"Woah" you muttered as you stepped into what could be a million dollar penthouse, with a lounge area, large bedroom and as you wandered a giant bathroom with a several person bathtub and shower that could fit at least four people.

"Level 5 is the full host experience, you are wined and dined in the comfort of a luxury home and there are no rules except for the ones made between the host and the client" he explained further as you turned back to him, your eyes wide at his obvious implications.

"I'm sorry level 5 is a brothel?" you almost squeaked as Chan doubled over in laughter.

"We provide a full service, but it doesn't have to include sex" Chan continued to chuckle "Some of our hosts are escorts some are not, some of the women who come to this floor will only be here to avoid being recognized on the lower floors some will be willing to part with a lot of money for a night with one of my boys".

"Sorry, that came out quite rudely didn't it?" you apologized flustered "I just wasn't expecting hosts and escorts".

"It's fine" he shrugged, still trying to stop his laughter "Come back downstairs and we can chat about it all in my office and grab some lunch, I've told the kitchens that anything on the menu you order is on the house".

"You don't have to put up with me poking around all week and feed me" you retorted knowing how much this was potentially going to put him out of pocket.

"If you are here and you are working then I should feed you, it's the only way for you to have a fully immersive experience after all" he shrugged as you got out of the lift on the ground floor and followed him back to his office.

You had spoken with Chan about everything you could think of, why he started the club, where the idea had come from and how he selected the hosts you had moved into the waiting room that he had called the boys waiting room setting up your laptop and starting with the opening parts of your editorial as well as typing up your notes of all the things you would need for later a tasting plate of pasta that the chef had prepared for you sat mostly eaten beside the coffee you had asked one of the bar staff for. You felt strange being given anything you asked for so you had tried your hardest to only order a relatively inexpensive dish off the overly expensive menu so as not to appear greedy or that you were taking advantage of Chan's generous hospitality.

"Good afternoon beautiful" a soft pleasant voice interrupted your typing as you looked up slightly confused as two handsome men had walked into the waiting room.

"He means you sweetheart" the other smiled, his pretty smile and easy manner distracting from his hulkingly muscular frame.

"Hello" you answered quietly as Chan emerged from his office. 

"Minho, Changbin you're early and you have met our resident reporter I see" he rolled his eyes at them both.

"Resident reporter?" The taller one quirked his head furrowing his brows.

"Remember the editorial that is being written about our first week to help boost the popularity of the place Minho?" Chan sighed slightly exasperated.

"Oh yeah shit that's right" he smirked "Sorry" he turned to you again looking smug rather than sorry as you blinked again and went back to your article taking a sip of coffee.

"Get in the office will you we have stuff to talk about" Chan groaned as the other two plodded into the office after him and you took that as your cue to finish up and go home to change for the evening so that you at least looked the part of someone who should be in attendance at a fancy arsed party. You had borrowed a few dresses from a colleague that you had spoken to about the assignment, she had suggested you stick to darker and more modest dresses that would help you blend into the background so that you didn't draw unwanted attention. Needless to say the black square necked mid length dress made you feel like no one would notice you compared to the socialites that were expected to be in attendance.

When you returned to Club 143 the doorman ushered you straight in and you were met by a well dressed man who welcomed you and took you back to the waiting room you had been in for half of your day.

"Mr Bang, your guest has returned" he knocked and ushered you in leaving you quite surprised at the room now full of preposterously handsome men.

"Um hello, guests aren't meant to be back here sweetheart" One of them smiled his eyes friendly as he moved to take you into the still empty bar.

"There you are! you disappeared I wondered which one of the boys had stolen you away" Chan teased.

"Well I didn't think I would fit in that well in a work suit so sorry about that" you sassed straight back feeling distinctly more comfortable after floating around him for so long during the course of the day.

"Miss reporter you came back" one of the guys from earlier grinned.

"Reporter?" A very young looking man asked, his fine facial features making him look distinctly fox like.

"This is the reporter who will be doing the editorial on the club to, hopefully, increase our business. She's here for the whole week so be nice to her. She isn't a client so don't treat her like one" Chan announced.

"This is Minho and Changbin who you saw earlier today" he gestured to the two guys furthest away, "this is Han, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Felix". You followed Chan hand as he introduced each one, smiling until you met his eyes. He was so beautiful he almost took your breath away but you tore your eyes back to look at Chan as he introduced you to them.

"I figured tonight you can wander at will observing whatever interests you and then tomorrow you can talk to the guys about whatever you need for the article" he continued.

"Sure that sounds good, give me a chance to see the rest of the staff in action as well" you smiled politely hoping to seem professional.

"We do have more hosts obviously, but they are either getting changed or not here yet" he added, looking at you as you quirked your eyebrow at him.

"How many are there in total?" you tilted your head pulling your phone from your tiny purse to take more notes.

"There are thirty hosts in total and these seven are the ones I expect to be the... most popular ones" Chan smirked.

"Oh the host for upstairs, the hosts that are actually escorts but you're calling them hosts, those hosts? Right" you rolled your eyes sounding sarcastic as you entered a few short notes looking back up at him to see a shit eating grin on his face.

"You catch on quick" he winked.

"You are an impossible flirt Mr Bang" you pursed your lips to cover your chuckle.

"Hey what did I say about the Mr Bang thing?" he almost yelped.

"Not to use it" you met his eyes cheekily "So naturally that will be what I call you". 

Your eyes flicked back across the others, taking in the amused expressions before you put on your best professional face and turned back to the door, opening it and walking though to cut off whatever comeback he was preparing for you.

"If you need me Mr Bang I'll be at the bar, need to review your bar staff too you know" you called as you walked towards the large bar where three barmen were waiting.

Once the music started and the doors opened to the many beautiful and well dressed women who wanted to see what a building full of ridiculously handsome men could offer them. You watched as each of the impeccably dressed hosts were either assigned or accosted by the women filling the bar you watched on seeing socialites you recognized, CEO’'s and directors of well known businesses and politicians wives all ogling the men you had met earlier and the many that you hadn't as they flitted through the crowd with ease. Chan was busy entertaining a group of women who all had glasses of champagne in their hands, Minho seemed to be captivating his audience of four young women who had bee lined for him and an a tall man you hadn't met was keeping another group of women enthralled by some story he was weaving for them.

"All alone tonight Miss R?" A sexily deep voice asked from you left making you jump slightly as you turned to face him as he slipped the stem of a glass of champagne between your fingers.

"Oh no I'm just observing tonight" you answered slightly flustered by how smooth his actions had been until you actually looked at him, tall, blond and handsome in an expensive tailored looking suit.

"I'm Felix" he smiled dazzlingly, taking in what must have been a slightly shocked expression on your face "We met before but there were a lot of names for you to remember".

"Yes, yes we did" you smiled back feeling helpless to do anything else as his golden flecked brown eyes skimmed over your face "How is the night going so far for you?".

"I would say excellent but then I saw you alone and I thought you might want a little company for just a little while" His voice was like honey and you instantly realized that this must be why Chan knew he would be so popular with his clientele.

"That would be lovely Felix, but aren't you meant to be working?" you sipped the champagne to cover the flush that was creeping up your neck as he moved a few strands of your hair behind your eyes.

"I am working" he teased "I am working on giving you a good view of how this works although this is more enjoyable to me than politicians wives or silly socialites".

"I can't tell if you are actually telling me the truth or that you are a professional when it comes to flirting" you admitted almost too quietly to hear over the music and noise.

"Truth not flirting" he smiled crookedly "Flirting is hardly going to work on you since you know what happens here".

"Well thank you for the honesty" you conceded while taking another sip of the wine.

"It's not entirely selfless but it thought I could show you around a bit let you see how upstairs is looking" he suggested offering you his arm like a gentleman "after all showing you around does give me at least something enjoyable to do that also gets me away from some of the women old enough to be my mother" he joked.

"I would really like that, it seems less like spying if I am next to you" you grinned taking the offered arm before Felix escorted you to the elevator, you noticed the looks some of the women threw at you and started to fell a little self conscious of the sheer lack of wealth and importance you looked as you passed them.

"Ignore them" Felix whispered, placing his other hand on top of the one you were holding his arm with. "They are just jealous of how beautiful you look tonight compared to them".

"I agree that they are jealous but it's not for how I look it's because I'm with you Felix" you whispered back making him smile genuinely at you. "So level 3 then?"

"We can start there and see where it takes us" Felix smirked naughtily as though he was intentionally breaking a rule, gently guiding you into the elevator along with another host you hadn't seen before who had a giggly young woman clutching his arm Felix tiled his body to hide you from the other woman his warm chest brushing against your arm.

Stepping from the lift the hosted area looked almost as full as the bar downstairs, each of the booths were either occupied or had velvet ropes preventing the area being used until a host was available to fill it. Felix took your hand from his arm and instead guided you with his arm delicately draped around your waist, your skin heating up where he made contact with your dress. He helped you onto one of the bar stools slipping onto his own beside you and catching the attention of one of the bartenders.

"What is your drink of choice?" he asked casually, still looking toward the bartender.

"Oh I'm working, I shouldn't be drinking" you replied softly.

"Well how about a non alcoholic drink?" he shot you a seductive smirk as you blinked at him.

"Um" you thought for a moment.

"Can I get two specialty martinis please" Felix ordered before turning back to you and winking "if you say specialty at any of these bars they will serve you a non alcoholic drink that looks like one so no one is the wiser".

"Any other tips you can share with me?" you smiled gracefully as the bartender placed the two drinks in front of you making Felix lean into your ear as though he was spilling secrets.

"Don't take Chan as just the owner, he is one of us too" he whispered "and to be honest half the escort boys you met would have knocked me out if they knew I was going to monopolize your attention for so long". His breath grazed your neck as he spoke, making you shiver hoping that he wouldn't notice the effect he was having on you and the struggle to remain as professional as possible that you were currently battling inside your head.

"How often this week do you think you will be on this floor then Felix?" you whispered back hoping to keep the purely professional status between you since your mind was screaming at you that he was too good to be true.

"This is probably going to be the only time to be honest with you" he moved to tuck your hair behind your ear once again, before taking your elbow to guide you back across to the elevator "I have a feeling I will be booked fairly solidly from here on out, shall we see the next floor?"

Stepping into the elevator again Felix draped his arm once again around your waist pulling you closer to his side, completely distracting you from the doors closing or opening again, before leading you from the elevator to a private booth at the far end of the room and sliding you in and following in after you.

"So tell me, why did you take this assignment?" he tilted his head looking only into your eyes as he spoke, capturing you entirely from what you had been planning on observing around the room.

"Truthfully, I was hoping I could make a good impression on my bosses and get more interesting work" you admitted "I'm a little tired of the ten ways to look younger, or how to land a wealthy boyfriend articles I usually get".

"Hmm, I can understand that" he sipped his drink casually. "You don't seem the type to work in the whole lifestyle media world to be honest with you, you seem more serious".

"I wouldn't have taken you for an escort either, a rich boy maybe or even a host but still here we are" you fired back teasingly.

"Well right now I'm not any of those things" he smirked, eyes twinkling in the low mood lighting of the room.

"Oh I'm pretty sure you're still a rich boy, judging by how tailored that designer suit is" you giggled playfully, enjoying how he was making you feel much more comfortable than you had anticipated.

"Fair I am still that, but I'm not treating you like I would if you were one of my guests, I thought you might get a bit sick of me if it was all just smoke and mirrors" The honesty of his words made you feel somewhat pleased that you were seeing a more realistic version of Felix even if it wasn't the same as if you had met him anywhere else on any other day.

"Right this is where you're hiding huh?" Chan's voice floated over you both bursting the bubble that you were currently in.

"I'm just showing Miss R what a host experience would entail Chan" Felix grinned cheekily.

"Well you have a booking so off you trot I'll find someone else to entertain our fly on the wall guest" Chan chuckled as Felix got out of the booth missing the look he shot you before he left to find his guest, he looked almost a little disappointed to be leaving you which made butterflies burst out in your stomach.

"Would you like me to find someone to look after you?" Chan's voice had you turning back to him blinking.

"Oh no, it's opening night, you need them for your guests, I'll just wander and keep to myself if that is easier" you said hurriedly not wanting to cause him any issues.

"That's fine too. I have a keycard for you so you can go to any of the floors you want, except the top, don't want you walking into something you shouldn't" he winked sneakily pressing the card into your hand before heading back to your assumed work.

You slipped from the booth taking the final sip of your drink and heading towards the elevator deciding that you should probably make your way back down to the bar to observe the party and not just spend the rest of the evening hoping to catch a glimpse of Felix again. Stepping into the party atmosphere of the upper bar you walked towards the bar slipping around groups of women and wait staff who looked like they had been training for how busy it was going to be for weeks in advance. Different handsome men caught your attention as you looked about, all were almost unbelievably attractive but no two looked that much alike they all had their own uniqueness which you suppose was how they made their money catering to the exact fantasy of the guest they were entertaining. As you made your way closer to the bar you were intercepted by a man you hadn't met before.

"Good evening, beautiful, what brings you here alone?" His smooth voice washed over you "May I keep you company?".

"Hello and of course you can but you will be wasting your time on me" you apologized quickly.

"I would very much doubt that" you smiled softly, his pretty eyes and angelic face making you feel a little flustered "I'm Yunho" he introduced himself taking your hand to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

"Pleasure to meet you Yunho" you stammered as he guided you to a seat at the bar "I'm the reporter that is writing the editorial on the place".

"Oh you're Miss R!" his eyes lit up as he waved down one of the staff at the bar "Some of the others were talking about you, said you were very pretty and had been swept off her feet by Felix. I'll admit I'm pleased that only one of those is true".

"I can tell you're a host but what kind of host are you?" you licked your lips trying to keep your composure at his flirting.

"Ah Chan already mentioned there are differences, no wonder he's hopeless with telling too much to pretty girls" he laughed "But I am just a host, I'm not in the same league as Felix, Chan or Hyunjin".

"Now you know I'm not a paying guest, do you still want to sit here with me?" you questioned not just because you wanted to ask him everything you could think of about his job but also because you didn't want to make him feel obligated if there was money to be made elsewhere.

"I would rather talk with you about whatever you wish to know than pretend to be interested in empty headed socialites" he whispered coyly his lips coming closer to your ear "Although maybe we should move to our own little corner rather than the bar?"

"What did you have in mind, Yunho? you're the one with experience here" you whispered back conspiratorially a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips.

"Follow me Miss R, I'll show you all the ins and outs" you waggled his eyebrows playfully at you before picking up two tall glasses that looked like gin and tonics. Yunho nestled you right into the front corner of the upper level which gave you access to watch the whole floor and a good section of the lower floor placing your glass in front of you he sat closely beside you.

"What drew you to this job?" you quipped as soon as he was seated.

"Well I fell into it actually, I met a few of the other guys Yeosang, Wooyong and Mingi they said I should give it a go. I already knew I had pretty good looks so why not use them to make some money right?" He explained animatedly "So after I worked at a few different host places where I was just part time I met Chan, he had given the others a job and he gave me one too".

"That is such a random set of circumstances" you laughed.

"Well the other three work here with me, we’re here 5 nights a week and make more then we would working a normal job with way less hours" he shrugged easily his smile infectious as he looked at you softly "I meet interesting people, I get paid to flirt and be charming it is the easiest job in the world the only downside is that I haven't told my family and getting a girlfriend is hard" you nodded empathizing with him, you hadn't thought about it but you would probably have to leave all last names out of the article to make sure that a level on anonymity was maintained. You couldn't out people for their jobs to their family after all that was unethical.

"So the hours are good and the job isn't too hard? Sounds like a dream really" you said wistfully thinking of how much over time you were going to need to work to type up the part of the article to do with the opening.

"It's not all roses, some of the people we have to entertain treat us like shit, we are paid to give them attention, flatter them, make them feel special but they treat us like we are nothing more than an object half the time. Or worse we get some who not only eat up every word we say but believe it so they become obsessed and come in all the time." he continued shrugging as though it was normal to have admirers fighting for your attention.

"What happens in the case of them becoming obsessed?" you asked genuinely concerned.

"Well as long as they can afford to pay for our time then we keep seeing them, you do feel bad for them they think we are in love with them and we are actually saying the same to the next woman we see. Once they can't afford our time they can come in the building anymore" his answers were still far too casual for what he was talking about in your opinion.

"They are just barred?" you almost splutter.

"Well not barred permanently they can come back when they can afford to but that is why Chan decided to make a much more elite version of the standard club. The more money you have the more you can spend but the more likely you will draw a scandal if you become too invested in any one host" he clarified not looking at you directly but leaning in to you as he spoke so he could keep his voice quiet. He seemed to be watching the room far closer than you which made you sit back from him and continue to scan the crowd and how smoothly things were coming together.

You couldn't help notice the moment Chan walked back into your eye line speaking to another quite tall and attractive man who he sent toward a man who had been standing at the bottom of the stairs monitoring the room the whole time you had been in a place you could see him. You hadn't been introduced but you assumed he was the majordomo in Chan's stead while they were all working, he seemed to direct just about every host that was on the lower floors and he sent this tall handsome one up the stairs towards you.

"Good evening Miss R" he smiled almost sinfully "I'm San and I deeply apologize but I need to steal Yunho here away".

"Oh of course, I don't want to interrupt your work" your eyes widened slightly thinking you had gotten Yunho in trouble "I didn't mean to take so much of his time".

"Don't worry Miss R" Yunho grinned roguishly "I think someone else wants to monopolize your time" he stood following San across the floor to a group of women who were probably in the later part of their thirties to make a good impression and hopefully some business.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Chan noted, offering you his hand so you could stand.

"This is a lovely bar regardless of the other things you have going on here" you conceded watching him look proud from a moment.

"Would you like to have a little more in depth look around?" He offered chuckling at how you seemed to be taking in as many details as possible.  

"How much more in depth?" you tilted your head at him for a moment making him chuckle before he led you to the elevator. 

"Were going up to the level 4 I have a space that I haven't been able to fill that I think you might be perfect for" Chan almost purred as he spoke to you making your body react in a way you hadn't expected, you shivered and your breathing increased at the prospect of what he meant.

"I'm confused Chan" you said slowly as he gently guided you towards a booth that was unoccupied.

"Well the fourth floor has a booth that hasn't been filled and a host that hasn't been assigned so I was hoping you would do me a favor and fill that gap for the time being" he revealed helping you on to the plush velvet couch that made up the majority of the space. Most of the curtains around you were drawn partially or completely, you could see the occasional glimpse of the host that was working but not the guest. The booth to your right hand side Changbin lounging legs half spread as he lent toward whoever he was entertaining to your left you saw a flash of blonde hair and a tailored suit and knew instantly it was Felix.

"I can do that for you, it would be my pleasure" you bit your bottom lip a little to cover the nerves you were feeling but you did feel like you owed Chan to help him if he needed a favor in return for the unlimited access he was giving you.

"Excellent, I will let him know you are here" He grinned walking behind you to the bar. You didn't want to get caught looking around too much but you couldn't help your curiosity, looking at the other booths you could see occasional comings and goings of the wait staff bringing drinks or bottles of wine but nothing too interesting until you sat further into the cushions and looked to your left noticing Felix's looking at you with a almost annoyed expression but his eyes darted away quickly.

"Hello, we met earlier" a slightly husky voice took your attention away from Felix and to yet another handsome man, this one tall and lean with beautiful features and the prettiest lips you thought you had ever seen on anyone ever. "I'm Hyunjin".

"Hello Hyunjin, I do remember" you swallowed feeling shy to be under such an intense gaze, he moved to draw the curtains across both the left and right of you to keep you from any other person's gaze but not before snorting softly as he pulled the left side across. Sitting beside you he pushed a small button on the coffee table in front of you and made himself comfortable.

"I realize this might be slightly strange for you but I will try to make this as genuine as I can without too much theatrics" He chuckled honestly making you feel a little more at ease.

"How is it that a host such as yourself is not fully booked?" you asked tentatively not wanting to start off on the wrong foot.

"Well my guest was unable to choose between myself and another host so she flipped a coin and I was suddenly no longer booked" he smirked as you furrowed your brow at him. "We will see guests in pairs or sometimes even groups but if they want a more one-on-one experience we usually prefer to work solo, unless of course the price is right".

"One on one? you don't, mean down here do you?" you asked, picking up and sipping the glass of wine that had appeared on the table for you brought by a very discrete member of the staff.

"Perceptive of you" he chuckled and smiled fondly at you "Yes one on one upstairs".

"Well you guys have to pay your rent too" you shrugged looking up at him "So what is a night with a host actually like? Is it all flirting and playing a role for you?"

"Its both those things but much more, I won't bother with the smoke and mirrors Felix said you can see through that, but we make conversation, give you our full attention, give you the opportunity to unwind with a man you might not normally get to spend time with" Hyunjin clarified "We are paid to feign interest but I won't need to do that either because you Miss R are quite interesting already".

"Why have all of you started calling me that?" you almost giggle watching his eyes crinkle with amusement.

"Well you are a reporter, and we are not going to call you by your name in case someone recognizes you, you get the anonymity that the rest of us hosts do while you're here. But if you come back after we will all definitely use your name" Hyunjin teasingly laughed making you smile as his eyes turned into perfect little moons making him look younger.

"How did you fall into this life Hyunjin? Was it just that you are incredibly attractive?" you continued to smile as he looked almost surprised at the confidence with which you spoke as you swirled your drink.

"Incredibly attractive huh?" Hyunjin smirked, recovering quickly. "Probably the same way as the others you have spoken to did, I was in art school and pretty broke. I was thinking I could do life modeling for extra money but that isn't the best paid job. I overheard a classmate say she had gone to a host club with her friend and they weren't even as pretty as me and I thought I can do that so I did" he shrugged casually readjusting his position on the couch so he was closer to you.

"That is actually not too different from what Yunho told me" you agreed, finishing the glass of wine.

"Yunho? First you run off with Felix then Yunho, you are popular" Hyunjin joked moving to pour more wine into your glass.

"That's not what happened!" You almost squeaked "Felix showed me around and Yunho just sat with me for a little while at the bar in between his bookings". Hyunjin threw his head back laughing at your defense while you still looked scandalized.

"I was just teasing you Miss Reporter" he admitted smiling wide, his overly sexy demeanor dropping to show you a glimpse of the more everyday version of him as you continued to sip to hide your nerves and keep yourself grounded.

"I think I might have gotten Felix in trouble though" you admitted sheepishly "Chan didn't look too pleased I was taking up his time".

"Oh he wasn't displeased or even annoyed" Hyunjin interrupted you swiftly "Chan was thrilled Felix took an interest in you actually, it gave him the potential of a very favorable editorial and also Felix doesn't really have an interest in anyone who isn't part of our little circle".

"What do you mean by that, the not showing interest part?" you quizzed quickly feeling more forthright as the alcohol buzzed through your system.

"Felix is incredibly professional, he doesn't see women outside of the job, we were worried he was gay for a while and that we had been using him to attract the wrong clients. But he just doesn't take any interest because he doesn't want to get hurt, he knows nearly all women would not want to be with a man who make his money fucking other women" Hyunjin stated bluntly.

"Oh that's awful. Do you all feel like that?" You probed gently feeling sad for Felix and mad at yourself for not noticing that he was perhaps not happy.

"We all love our job, we are well paid, we get to spend time with beautiful women and we can work when we want. But it can be lonely in our world" his smile was wistful as he looked at you moving to tuck you hair behind your ear slowly pulling his hand away from you.

"Still, that sounds like it makes things harder for you" you sighed, meeting his eyes.

"Kind of you to say but we will only have this job for so long, then we will have the rest of our lives to find someone" Hyunjin leaned a little closer again but you didn't mind closer was good for sharing information that otherwise wouldn't be divulged.

"Still you're all so young to just give up on the idea that someone out there won't care for you regardless" you chastised playfully "You only have your youth once Hyunjin".

"Well consider me a changed man then" he giggled, taking your hand in his tracing his fingers in small circles across your wrist. "What about you then? Surely your boyfriend would have hated the idea of you spending a week here, job or not".

"I am very single so that was not an issue" you grinned starting to feel a little more than buzzed from the wine.

"I find it hard to believe someone as gorgeous as you is single" he smirked, his fingers still tracing patterns on your bare wrist and forearm.

"Funny Hyunjin" you rolled your eyes. "I have actually been single for a while, I don't seem to attract the right men".

"Again that seems unlikely but if you say so" he teased, topping your glass up again.

"I understand how you are so popular as a host now though" you smirked while you enjoyed his flirting and gentle touches you knew they weren't real.

"I'll let you in on a little secret then shall I?" Hyunjin whispered in a low voice sliding across the velvet surface until he was touching your thigh with his and his words could be breathed directly into your ear.

"Sure Hyunjin, tell me and see if I believe you" you whispered back sounding more confident than you were.

"Everything I have said has been true and I would very much like to take you upstairs" he whispered again pressing his lips to your earlobe.

"I'm sorry?" you spluttered, completely flustered by his words and the feeling of his lips on your skin.

"I. would. like. to. take. you. upstairs" he repeated slowly enunciating each word.

"I, um, why would you want that?" you stuttered feeling heat burning under your skin

"I think I could show you exactly how you should be treated, I think you would enjoy it and I very much would" he continued slipping his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer against him, the hand on your wrist now cupping your face.

"I don't think you mean that Hyunjin" you whispered breathily, your wide eyes trained on him.

"I think you will find that I do" he smiled sultrily before closing the space between you and softly pressing his lips to yours. It had been so long since you had been kissed you almost melted into him as his plump lips slid against yours but instead you pulled away slightly and Hyunjin dropped his hand from your face as he moved to press his forehead against yours.

"Hyunjin" you breathed your breath no doubt caressing his lips given how close he still was "You can't, we can't, I can't".  

"Because of your editorial or because you don't want to?" he smiled softly, not moving away from you.

"The editorial is most of it" you admitted trying to get your heart rate to calm "but I also don't want to be tipsy if I was to go upstairs with you or anyone else".

"You are very honest Miss R, which is almost fatally attractive" he whispered fondly, moving himself slightly further back from you to give you a little more room.

"I try to be" you blinked, still feeling a little dazed.

"How about we call this a night, I will make sure you get a driver to take you home and make sure you are safe" Hyunjin smiled ruefully.

"I am sorry Hyunjin, I don't mean it harshly I just don't want to be clouded by alcohol" you bit your lip feeling like you had hurt him.

"I'm not hurt by your decision Miss R, I respect that you wish to be sober that is not a flaw" He explained intertwining his fingers with yours "now let me make sure you get home safely"

"Thank you Hyunjin" you agreed following letting his lead you to the elevators but not before looking to see if you could catch another glimpse of Felix, the booth he had been in was empty now curtains pulled back and the table sparkling clean again making you feel something you couldn't identify as you looked around noticing the others were all still occupied and that the elevator was not coming down not up towards your floor.

"If you're looking for him he is on level 5 by now" Hyunjin whispered in your ear making your stomach drop slightly.

"Oh no I am just wondering what happens when the table becomes empty does Chan replace it with just regular hosts?" you tried to cover your obvious want to see Felix again.

"I don't actually know, you see all of the guests in here, beside you, will end up on level 5 with their host so what happens after we go upstairs isn't something I've ever bothered looking at" Hyunjin shrugged mischievously as he stepped into the elevator with you making your way down to the ground floor but instead of leaving through the main entrance he sneakily took you through the the staff door. 

"Hyunjin, where on earth are you taking me?" you chuckled, confusion lacing your voice as you noticed some of the other hosts you hadn't seen before looking at you surprised.

"I told you Miss R, I'm making sure you get home safely, we have drivers, I will send you home with one to make sure that happens" he shook his head at you sitting you in one of the chairs as he ventured through a door that led further into the building.

Hyunjin had put you in a black luxury sedan that drove you home and made sure you had entered your building before leaving to return to Club 143. Your head was full of too many thoughts and the fog of alcohol to actually bother writing anything down for the editorial you simply got into the shower, washed your face and climbed into bed hoping the morning light would bring clarity not just embarrassment for your behavior. Felix had flirted with you and had shown some sort of interest in you, but he looked annoyed at you later on, Hyunjin had kissed you and asked you to go to bed with him and Yunho had divulged some more sinister aspects of the job. The following part of the week was going to be intense, you could feel it but that was fine you would be able to handle it.

You were happily surprised that you had no headache or hangover when you woke up although you didn't think you had drunk enough to get hung over. It was much more of a little too tipsy, not full on drunk. You knew as you got dressed you would have to transfer your notes from the cloud to your laptop so that you could start the editorial about how beautiful a location it was and how fantastic the food, drinks and staff were, you could also start adding the sections that you needed to write about Chan as the owner/operator but you would need to speak to him about what he would and would not like to have added about his on host activities. It had been almost two in the morning by the time you got home so you knew that there was no way you could turn up before lunch, the staff would need time to recover all though surely there were dozens and dozens of them in order to be open everyday.

Concentrating you spent the first few hours of your morning writing and editing your drafts before ordering flowers for your colleague who had lent you the dress for the previous night. You would probably need to shop or at least rent something for the other nights rather than just wear her clothes the whole assignment. Besides, something inside you was telling you that looking a little bit more interesting than you did last night wouldn't be a bad thing, at least for the first weekend they were open. You were expecting to see more interesting things over the Friday to Sunday nights, more normal to the host world and less of a large opening gala type thing. Chan had previously stated that you were welcome to bring clothes with you to change into and anything else you might need for you to change into, to save you time and no doubt also to give him more time to sleep off the night before so shopping before you left for Club 143 should be easy for you.

Stepping into the large department store was something fairly foreign for you, you stuck to smaller and cheaper stores generally since you couldn't afford this level of expense everyday. The sales assistants were all impeccably dressed in black chic uniforms flitting between customers and looking far more put together than you ever did, for the most part they ignored you which gave you time to think about the level of investment these few dresses would be.

"Good morning Miss R" a deep honeyed voice spoke softly to you as you ran your fingers across the fabric of a beautiful dress that was way too expensive for you even to pretend to look at, making you look up slightly startled.

"Good Morning Felix" you smiled shyly looking up at him "I didn't think you would be out and about so early considering how busy you were when I last saw you".

"I needed to pick up my suits for the weekend" he explained his smile warming you "Although from what I was told you spent your time all over the party last night, even Hyunjin was lucky enough to spend time with you".

"True, not my doing though I was asked for a favor from Chris which was to fill the booth Hyunjin was working" you shrugged "He seems nice if not a little forward".

"Forward? Sounds about right" Felix laughed, the deep smooth sound attracting the attention of the attendants in the area "Did you have fun? Is that why you are shopping for new clothes?"

"I am but I have strayed off course I could never wear designers like these" you admitted as his brow crinkled slightly.

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't try them on, these clothes are only beautiful on someone not hanging on a rack" he smiled again dazzling you into nodding slightly.

"Excuse me miss? my girlfriend is looking for a few new outfits, could you assist?" Felix turned to the assistant waiting a few racks away smiling at her politely.

"Oh course sir" she nodded, batting her eyelashes at him as she made her way between the clothes  to you "What size would fit you, Miss?" she smiled.

"Oh I'm not sure" you bit your lip looking at the dress in front of you.

"I would suggest a medium sweetheart" Felix almost purred as the assistant nodded in agreement and found several items in your size ushering you and Felix towards the dressing room area.

"Felix" you quietly hissed, "I shouldn't be wasting her time like this and who said anything about girlfriends" knowing he heard you as he silently shook with laughter.

"It's not wasting her time if she had nothing to do anyway" he whispered back taking a seat on the large lounge suite that sat next to the full length mirrors as you were ushered behind gold colored curtains to change into the dress you had originally been looking at a black lace square necked dress that was lined with a skin toned underlay. You knew you were not going to buy any of these but Felix waiting for you to show him how you looked in it spurred you on. Getting yourself into the dress was easier said than done. The zip was small and awkward and you needed to wiggle yourself around but when you got there clearing your throat you popped your head around the curtain to see Felix smirking waiting for you.

"Well come out sweetheart let me see how it looks" he teased, somehow seeming to know he was flustering you again, taking a deep breath as you stepped out from behind the curtain.

"How does it look?" you asked softly your hands, smoothing the fabric nervously.

"Well you do look beautiful in it, but I think you would look gorgeous in something a little shorter or maybe tighter?" Felix mused tapping his chin as the assistant returned to agree with him as he sent her to find exactly that.

"Felix, didn't you have suits to collect?" you mumble as you were now left alone again.

"Yeah but this is much more fun" his eyes lit up as you looked at yourself wistfully "besides you will spend the whole night watching women who aren't as pretty as you get attention for men who would be rather talking to you as you take notes for an editorial that might change your career, live a little".

"You are a terrible influence on me" you laughed disappearing behind the curtain to get the zipper back down as the girl returned with a rack of things for you to try.

"I have several different styles and a mix of black and color so you can find exactly what you think would be right" she chirped, sliding behind the curtain to show you the rack which was filled with ridiculously expensive and gorgeous dresses. Leaving you to change she left the room allowing you to slip into a black mini dress with hot pink lining, the pink was going to be visible every time you took a step but you liked it, you were just nervous that Felix might not, which logically made no sense to you as you were not buying any of these dresses and you weren't trying to impress Felix, but you still took a deep breath before stepping out.

"Now that one looks amazing" Felix whistled playfully looking you up and down.

"You don't need to pretend she isn't here anymore" you sassed rolling your eyes.

"I'm not lying, you look incredible Miss R" he sighed, his eyes finding yours and looking almost innocent "try the others" he encouraged. After trying on every single dress your favorite was the black and pink satin mini, a black long sleeved mini that was studded with crystals and a one shoulder red and black mini. Felix had said that he liked all of them but those three got the best reactions from him.

"What were your favorites?" He asked sweetly as you reemerged in your own clothes.

"The black and pink and the black with crystals" you smiled as he gestured towards the door.

"They were my favorites too" he whispered temptingly in your ear.

"Shame that is the only time I'll get to wear something like that" you sighed as the assistant returned to the shop floor with the rack.

"Did you want to get a coffee with me Miss R? I have another 45 minutes before my suits will be ready.

"I would like that" you stuttered, heat rushing up your throat and into your cheeks.

Sitting with Felix in the open was very different than sitting with Felix in a Club 143, firstly the looks and stares he attracted were constant and second he was much less of a smooth operator when he wasn't on the clock. Ordering you both coffee, at his insistence, and coming back with cake was somehow unsurprising even though you barely knew him, you still thanked him and took the chocolate cake with a happy smile making him almost grin at your reaction.

"You look like you like sweet things" he spoke softly as he sat opposite you at the little table in the back of the cafe.

"I do like sweet things, guess you busted me" you chuckled taking your first bite and just about moaning at how good it tasted.

"I'll let you in on a secret" he winked exaggeratedly "me too".

"So is this your life when you aren't hosting?" you asked genuinely as your coffee was being brought over to you.

"Sort of, I do all the normal things during the hours most people work and often a bunch of us hang out or work out together" he shrugged while sipping his coffee.

"So just the reverse of everyone else" you nodded "That must make meeting people hard".

"It would be if I actually wanted to, but I don't think a lot of women are that understanding of my job" he replied easily like it wasn't a big deal.

"Yeah I get that I guess a lot of women wouldn't see that it's all just smoke and mirrors, it's an experience that you tailor to your customers needs it isn't real". You conceded sipping your drink and not noticing the look Felix was giving you as you continued eating.

"You said you were single too though, didn't you?" Felix recovered quickly "Is that because of your job or because you aren't looking?".

"Bit of both really, my job means I have to be flexible to go to any event I get sent to regardless of what else I had planned" you smiled "guys often don't like it if they aren't your main priority".

"That's shitty of them then" Felix scoffed, making you laugh, it was so easy talking to him he was much more relaxed even though he still looked like he should be on a runway with his perfectly tousled hair and designer look.

"I think your suits would be ready by now, it's been an hour Felix" you said finishing your coffee "I shouldn't take up anymore of your free time since you don't have that much of it".

"Nah, you can take up as much as you like but you still have dress shopping to finish, so will I see you tonight then?" He agreed, offering you his hand to help you to stand.

"Of course I will be in tonight and each night this week" you smiled as he walked you back towards the place you needed to be "See you tonight Felix" you waved before walking towards the escalator to find clothes you could actually afford to buy.

The rest of the day had been dull you had bought a tighter than normal floor length emerald green dress and a black mini dress in a satin fabric that reminded you of the mini that Felix had said he liked so buy the time you were packed up and ready to head to Club 143 to start your evening you weren't feeling nervous about having to meet so many different hosts to get a feel for how they liked working for Chan or how they became hosts in the first place because it felt like, in Felix, you had at least a friend on your side hoping for you to succeed. You had not bothered to dress in your work suit since you would be changing into more appropriate club attire before the night actually started so when you arrived in jeans and a sweater you were not expecting the almost same response as you had gotten the night before when you were far more dressed up.

"Looking good Miss R" Yunho called as you walked through the staff door with a large bag in tow.

"Hello Yunho, did you have an eventful night?" you called back knocking on Chan's door before wandering in when you got no answer and depositing your things in the corner he had said you could use.

"Yeah the only fun part was talking to you" he told you with a slightly flirtatious tinge in his voice.

"I'm sure" you chuckled as Chan appeared through the staff door from the bar.

"Ah good you're back, I was hoping last night didn't frighten you off" he teased dimples flashing as his own joke.

"Hyunjin tried his hardest but he couldn't chase me off. Sorry" you shrugged.

"Ooh immune to Hyunjin, you will be hard to win over" he scratched his chin in jest "but you met some of my hosts last night and tonight you will probably get to meet a few more but I have found a handful you haven't met yet if you wanted to talk to them about this place".

"That would be brilliant Chan, thank you" You smiled genuinely.

"I figured you can speak to our regular hosts as they float around before they start and if you wanted to join me for dinner I thought you might want to speak to Seungmin and Changbin" Chan continued please with your reactions.

"That sounds perfect. Who are the hosts for me to catch before they start?" you asked, remembering that Chan said he had thirty odd hosts who worked for him.

"I have asked San and Hongjoong to hang out with you on and off while everyone gets ready" he explained "I assume since there are bags in my office you will be getting ready here?"

"Yeah I figured I can get ready after the night has started so I don't take up too much space" you smiled.

"So like yesterday, make yourself at home and use whatever you need. I'm thinking of a slightly early dinner so I will come grab you if you like for that" Chan continued watching you closely.

"Oh that would be great if it isn't too much trouble for you I might get lost in what I'm writing otherwise" you agreed easily.

"Well I will leave you to your work then I'll send whichever of the boys is free and ready first your way" he grinned as you went to sit at one of the tables that littered the room getting out your laptop to start your work and figuring a coffee wouldn't go astray either at that point in the afternoon. You had been sipping your iced latte and going through photographers that you could get in to get the best shots of the club for your article. You hadn't even noticed the two suited up men making their way towards you.

"Miss R" the first one interrupted, breaking your concentration "Is now a good time for us to talk or would you like us to come back later?".

"Oh no, now is good" you blinked up at them as they took seats opposite you.

"I'm Hongjoong, and this is San" he continued smiling at you casually.

"Nice to meet you both" you greeted, remembering that San was the one that had collected Yunho the night before "Thank you for speaking with me" trying to not look like you had been totally floored by their good looks.

"Did you want to talk to us about why we started hosting?" San asked leisurely, leaning back on his chair.

"Yes but also about working for Chan and how you entertain your guests. It's a good way to sell your particular skills since you all seem to do things slightly differently" you explained.

"We can do that for you Miss R" Hongjoong grinned as you opened your notes and started listening to them. Both were very sweet so it was easy for you to get lost in the conversation until Chan reappeared at the table suited up and looking stupidly handsome.

"We are having dinner in a few. Did you still want to join us?" He grinned looking at how your eyes widened and you realized the time.

"Oh yes, yes I will change after if that is alright" you nodded, collecting your belongings together and thanking both the hosts for taking the time to talk to you. You followed Chan towards the elevator which took you both up to the fourth floor which was confusing to you.

"We are going to use this area tonight to give you a bit more time to chat since this area isn't open until after the bar" Chan explained, picking up on your train of thought instantly.

"How is it that you guys do that? Pick up what someone is thinking or feeling?" you narrowed your eyes at him in faux suspicion.

"We make our living on exploiting what women want, we wouldn't be very good at our jobs if we couldn't read you well" Seungmin sniggered as Chan pulled out a seat for you to sit in.

"That's very honest of you" you chuckled looking at him across the table.

"I'm Seungmin in case you haven't heard enough names over the past 24 hours" he smirked.

"Thank you for the reminder Seungmin, it isn't easy to talk to a dozen ridiculously handsome men without the added burden of remembering their names" you smiled dryly making Changbin laugh.

"He's just poking fun because he thinks he can" Chan sighed, giving Seungmin a look that you didn't quite understand.

"You can poke as much fun as you like Seungmin, I am after all just an interloper into your world" you continued smiling but pulled your face into the professional expression you used for work.

"I like you, you're way more fun than we expected" Changbin grinned casually as food started to arrive at the table.

"I took the liberty of ordering things you hadn't tried yet" Chan explained as you curled your brow at the plates in front of you, knowing that somehow he was responsible for it.

"So how does this all come together? Did you know each other before this? How do you make the jump from maybe I'll host to I'll escort on the side to, I'll open/work at an elite level like this?" You mused looking between them for clues to how this all worked because you had an inkling that at least the 8 core of elite hosts were closer and more equal than it first appeared.

"Well I told you how we came to open already but I'm assuming you want how we specifically found ourselves here?" Chan smirked already seeing that you had put more pieces together than he had supplied information for. You nodded as you put the first mouthful of souffle into your mouth before you paused savoring how good it was. 

"Well I met Chan years ago" Changbin started putting his fork down as he watched you eat a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips "We have been friends for years it was him that got me into hosting to begin with we were far younger then but it wasn't all that different except that working for other people meant a smaller cut of what you got paid but it was easy money while we were in uni".

"I met them later when I got a job as bar staff, not as a host at the same club. Jeongin was the same, we both became hosts at a different club later but we kept in touch" Seungmin added before taking another mouthful of pasta.

"So when and why did it jump from hosting to escorting?" you questioned letting Chan carve the large steak that was on the table and serve you a few slices.

"Why is easy, that was because the money was fantastic and being young and horny with easy access to women every night why not" Changbin laughed "The when was, I think just before my 21st birthday I had been hosting since I was 19 so I already learned all the skills I needed to flatter my way into that situation so why not get paid for it".

"Practical" you quipped sipping the wine that had been delivered to you "I mean why not get paid for what you like doing". All three of them laughed then as you didn't pass any judgment on them for their choices.

"This would be why everyone you have talked to so far is so enamored with you" Seungmin smirked, making your eyes widen in confusion.

"Excuse me?" you spluttered completely caught off guard.

"I agree doesn't judge openly and is oblivious to how she is seen by others" Changbin added as though it was an afterthought.

"I would respectfully call bullshit on that observation" you grumbled as your phone began ringing and your boss' name and number flashed across the screen "excuse me, my boss" you smiled. They nodded watching your change in demeanor as you answered the call mouthing thank yous to Chan.

"Good Evening Sir" you chirped, faking your enthusiasm to speak to him as you made your way across the room to the lift so you could slink out the back and get yourself ready.

"Your request for a photographer who can take artful photos is for what reason?" He gruffly demanded without greeting you.

"Well the bar is particularly attractive and last night alone I saw politicians wives, and half a dozen socialites if we can capture how beautiful and opulent it is we might be able to swing some fashion comments from them to boost out fashion pages and the male hosts here are very attractive the readers would very much like to have decent photos of them" you explained quickly trying to spin as much of a positive for him as you could even though you were wanting to move past him and to the editorials boss.

"If you can't take the photo's yourself then you can't expect us not to take the photographer fee from your paycheck" He continued telling you off subtly.

"Of course sir, I will do that instead sir" you swallowed as he hung up on you hoping that he would not be calling back with another complaint once you submitted the first draft of the editorial in a few days time. 

Stepping into Chan's office you locked the door and quickly slipped into the dress you had brought with you, after last night you had decided that you should also put a little more effort into your makeup so you blended in a little more so you weren't surprised by the knock at the door indicating you had taken longer than you should have.

"Sorry Chan" you apologized, unlocking the door and pulling it open coming face to face with Felix and Hyunjin.

"We meet again Miss R" Hyunjin purred playfully, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

"Hello Hyunjin" you rolled your eyes at his dramatic flare.

"You look beautiful in emerald, it brings out your eyes" Felix smiled as you met his eyes instantly becoming transfixed with how beautiful he looked with his hair slightly tousled in a deep navy suit.

"Flirt" you mumbled shyly as Chan cleared his throat behind them both. 

"Sorry Chan, I didn't mean to take your office for so long" you apologized again as he chuckled.

"It's not a problem Miss R, shall we?" He offered you his arm in a friendly manner which you took before he led you out on the floor, missing the expression on both Felix or Hyunjin's faces but not the loud whoop of laughter that erupted as the door started to close.

Most of the second night was not as intense as the opening night less pomp and ceremony and far more rich women on a mission, you were content to sit on the second level watching the hosts come and go entertaining and the farewelling their guests, occasionally getting winks or nods of recognition before they dived back in for the next guests. You hadn't seen Felix, Hyunjin or Chan again during the course of the night but you had caught glimpses of Seungmin and Minho as their guests arrived and they escorted them upstairs but the more fly on the wall view of them working was making it much easier for you to think up how the start of your editorial would go and how you would sell the speakeasy bar of the enterprise at least. As the night wore on you found yourself more and more comfortable with the idea of being at Club 143 which was, you assumed at least, Chan's entire plan for you. He had welcomed you, fed you, given you access to his employees but you were struggling to actually figure out how you could justify the next few nights of sitting around observing when you really had probably gotten everything you needed. You made a note in your phone to speak with Chan about whether he had already had any professional photos taken of the place or his hosts that you would be able to use for the article.

After several hours had ticked by you made your way back towards Chan's office so you could change again and head home, entering the staff area you noticed there were a few of the boys sitting either having a break or getting ready to head back into the club.

"Miss R, you alright?" San called to you looking slightly concerned.

"I'm fine San, I just should be calling it a night" you smiled warmly back at him, his concern for you making you feel genuinely thankful. Entering Chan's office you collected your bag so you could change out of your dress and into your jeans again.

"Did you want me to grab you a car to take you back home? I'm sure Chan would want to make sure you were safe" he continued appearing at the open office door.

"That's too kind of you San" you chuckled as he made his way towards you to help you with the bag, taking it effortlessly from you and offering you his arm.

"I know I'm not Felix or Hyunjin but I still would like you to get home safely" He joked guiding you to the back entrance to the building to where the cars were and once again you found yourself being helped into a black luxury car "See you tomorrow Miss R" he grinned shutting the door for you to let the driver get you home.

After getting a decent night's sleep you decided it would be better to get as much of the draft done as possible so you could run through any final questions you had with Chan later that night. You were sure you had enough now to be able to write the article without needing to spend a full week taking up Chan or any of the others further time and preventing them making the full amount they should for an opening week, and if Chan had photo's of at least the hosts that you could use the article would be pretty much done and could go off to the editor to go over. Without meaning to, you managed to work all the way to lunch time before getting your things back together to head back to Club 143 for perhaps the last time depending on whether you needed to add any extra information to your editor, or Chan for that matter, request.

Arriving at 12:30 you made your way through the empty bar after being greeted by the doorman and waving to the bar staff who were preparing for the night's service. Making your way into the staff area you were surprised to find Chan meeting with some of his top hosts making you pause as you closed the door behind you.

"Miss R, you return to us again" Hyunjin smiled, waggling his eyebrows at you.

"I promise I will be out of your hair soon Hyunjin" you smirked watching him deflate slightly and the others to laugh.

"Hopefully not to soon" Chan grinned standing to take your bag and place it in his office "Come join us it will give you some more insight" he gestured for you to take a chair somewhere in the room so you did without argument, partly because you were being paid to learn about his business and partly because the closest empty chair happened to be besides Felix totally missing the look Chan gave the others as you sat yourself down and got your phone ready to take notes.

"We have been discussing how the first two nights went" Seungmin added, making you look up at him in case he was going to continue.

"It has been pretty profitable" Felix added easily.

"Have the ladies down stairs been interested in meeting the more exclusive hosts?" Chan asked, turning to you.

"Of course they have, have you not watched them just about drool every time they see any of you?" you chuckled knowing that they knew damn well how they were being received.

"Told you" Changbin smirked looking at Chan "Miss R is a professional, she sees things the same way we do".

"It's a different point of view to ask a woman though" Chan half smiled before looking back at you. "How have you found it though you have spent time in the bar, the third and fourth floors is this place a worthy use for your time if you weren't writing an editorial about us?". 

You paused thinking exactly how you should answer such a loaded question.

"I think you have achieved what you set out to do, the bar is beautiful you feel welcomed and safe there, your hosts are handsome and all slightly different so you can cater to a thousand different women's fantasies without much trouble and from what you have shown me so far the actual host experience is very enjoyable so I think any woman would enjoy it here" you explained watching him as you did you could tell he was very pleased with your answer but you could feel that he wanted just a little bit more from you.

"As much as all of that is exactly what I wanted to hear you missed on little detail" he smiled roguishly, his host persona peeking through "Would you want to spend time here if it wasn't for your job?"  

"Yes, I would come to the bar at least" you replied, careful to keep some of your professional face on so that you didn't need to admit to the fact that you could never afford their services.

"But you wouldn't use the host service?" Seungmin pushed which made you quirk your eyebrow at him.

"I'm not sure the smoke and mirrors are going to be all that believable now that I have seen what's behind it" you shrugged "Plus I'm not sure if you have noticed but you boys are expensive". They laughed loudly at that leaving you hoping that they thought you were joking about their costs.

"Well I guess we will have to set you up some proper host experiences for you over the next few days" Hyunjin smirked at you but his eyes filled with mischief.

"Are you going to tease me about level 5 the whole time I'm here?" you pouted dramatically, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly it might be good if we have you try hosts from each of the tiers so you can write which sort of experience you can get at each level to make it obvious we are only super exclusive at the top end of the scale." Chan agreed, looking at you to gauge your reaction "If that is alright with you I can give you a rough price estimate of each encounter and you can see if it meets the experience you have" he scratched the back of his neck as he continued to watch you.

"That's actually very sensible if you want me to include all the services you have here but if you only want me writing about the first tier or two of the hosts to leave the others more exclusive you wouldn't need to bother setting up more than one or maybe two hosts willing to waste their time with me" you nodded "as long as they will still be paid properly I will feel endlessly guilty stealing their earning time on me".

"Oh they will all be paid, it's for the editorial and therefore good for the overall job we will all be doing so don't worry about them but I think Hyunjin might be right you should sample all the levels so you can experience what each type of guest can expect". Chan mused before getting out his phone to check the booking calendar. "I'll put you with San tonight or perhaps Yunho depending on their bookings, you can be on level 3 then with one of us on level 4 the same and if we get you to agree maybe you could see another room on level 5". You knew your face flushed at his final statement but you couldn't help it. You couldn't escape the connotations that level 5 was going to lead to a full host experience including sex if you agreed and although it was incredibly tempting you didn't know if morally you should. "So you would get the same treatment as our most elite clientele who cannot be seen on the lower floors" Chan finished.

"That is a huge out of pocket cost to you Chan I couldn't possibly accept that" you almost stuttered covering it by clearing your throat.

"I insist, really I should have thought of that sooner" Chan sighed looking back at you with a soft expression "I have San for you tonight so you will get the first tier host experience tonight he has a free opening that you can fill as a favor".

"The last favor I did for you I ended up tipsy" you bit your lips embarrassed.

"That's exactly how the experiences should be though" Hyunjin grinned again, looking like he had won some sort of grand prize.

The rest of the afternoon was spent going over photos with Chan that he had already had taken that you could use for the editorial. Most were only of the establishment that sold how opulent it was so that made your life a little easier to be able to write about each different area and show what was to be expected. The photos of the hosts however were going to be a little more difficult, Chan had given you a hard drive that contained photos of each of the hosts in his employment and not you needed to pick which ones you wanted. You knew you would obviously need to use one of Chan but then should you just use pictures of the hosts you were going to see as part of this experiment or should you pick the most enticing pictures you could find. Unwittingly you stumbled onto some which were virtually softcore porn, some of the escorting hosts had done a series of photos to show off their bodies to entice customers, Hyunjin with his suit jacket off and his shirt open, Chan in just his suit pants his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck, Changbin flexing his large muscular arms and Felix laying in silk sheets looking sinful. You could feel your face heating up but you couldn't stop staring at him, Felix even in this far more sensual pose was still so painfully beautiful that you didn't want to stop looking even though you knew you shouldn't be seeing him like that.

Shaking your head to clear the lust that was begging to cloud your eyes you walked to Chan's office to see if it was empty so you could get ready, it was now almost opening hours and you couldn't be late to your appointment with San. That would be most rude. You slipped into a royal blue satin dress that was simple yet flattering to emphasized your hips and chest while remaining not too low cut or short so appropriate you figured to be just another guest in a bar and not someone begging for attention, you fixed your makeup adding to what you were already wearing and returned to the waiting room to pack up your laptop and notes. Stepping back into the room you heard a soft whistle.

"Each dress makes you look more enchanting than the last" Felix smiled, taking your hand and twirling you.

"Thank you Felix, I thought I should look a bit more expensive since I'm spending a week here, don't want to make the place look shabby" you grinned feeling thrilled with his compliment.

"You always look beautiful" Felix reassured "and San is a lucky boy tonight getting to spend his time with you, we are all very jealous he whispered leaning in as though he was telling you secret information.

"I doubt I'm that interesting to him Felix" you chuckled, feeling warmth spreading through you at his words and the feeling of his breath on your skin.

"I was wondering if you wanted to get another coffee tomorrow? Before you have to come in to work some more" He asked softly without the host bravado that he showed out on the floors above.

"I would like that very much" you nodded, catching your bottom lip in your teeth as nerves suddenly set into your stomach.

"Can I have your number to text you so we can organize it?" he continued smoothly, seeming more confident at your reaction, handing you his phone you added your details and gave it back to him quickly. "Can I escort you out to find San?" he offered easily, his arm already in position for you to take.

"Thank you Felix" you grinned, taking his arm and allowing him to lead you out into the bar. 

San stood casually by the bar and appeared to be scanning the room for you as his eyes stopped on you the moment you appeared with Felix, smiling at him nervously you made your way over to him only for Felix to lean in and whisper something in his ear before turning his attention back to you.

"Enjoy your evening Miss R" he grinned cheekily allowing San to take his place at your side moving back into the crowd you assumed to tend to his own booked guest.

"You look gorgeous Miss R" San drawled softly his arm slipping behind you to guide you towards the stairs "We will be heading up to level 3 tonight so that I can thoroughly indulge your every whim"

"Thank you San" you almost blushed at the seductive tone his voice had taken on "you look very attractive yourself". With his arm wrapped protectively around your waist he led you to and from the elevator into the booth that had been arranged for you, it seemed to be further back towards the bar which seemed to give off the illusion of even more privacy as he pulled the curtains around you after helping you into the booth. The deep red velvet absorbing the outside noise enough for you to almost feel like you were alone with San.

Reaching just behind you, San pushed a discreet button which summoned a waiter with a bottle of chilled wine and San discreetly thanked him before pouring you a glass.

"So Miss R, tell me about you, tell me about what you have always wanted" San smiled one eyebrow raised

"You know about my job already San" you blinked wondering where he was going with this.

"Not your job, about what you want in life, kitten your future" he chuckled softly, his eyes trained on you with a softness that made you feel safe.

"I want to be a serious journalist, it’s still pretty male dominated in the world of journalism and women don’t seem to get a look in when it comes to crime reporting or heavier news. We are always left with lifestyle and beauty and I want more than that” you answered sincerely letting your guard down a little knowing that San wouldn’t admonish you for having aspirations.

“Aren’t you a serious journalist now? Looking into the seedy underbelly of hosting?” he smiled slyly leaning back into the plush velvet seat back and extending his arm behind you.

“That’s not what this is San, and you know it” you almost sighed knowing that he was only playing his role.

“I know but you are still taking your job seriously and working diligently on this editorial, I know your work will be noticed, how could it not be?” he encouraged, letting his arm drop from the top of the seat to sitting comfortably around your waist. You shivered unintentionally at his touch even through the layers of fabric that separated your skin, it was becoming very clear why Chan’s hosts were as in demand as they were.

“What do you want to do in your life, San?” you tilted your head to look at him through your fluffy eyelashes. 

“Being a host can have a short shelf life depending on how good you are” he explained gesturing around you both “you have more options if you move into a more companion business but it's not guaranteed” he shrugged casually as he finished topping up your glass.

“Companionship?” you knew it was probably a dumb question but you had to ask.

“Escorting” he chuckled watching your face change to one of understanding “guys like Chan or Minho will stay handsome well into their 30s and 40s so they can continue the work for as long as they like. But hosts have to be young to flatter the woman seeing them that's part of the fantasy”.

“So is escorting the plan then?” You questioned breezily hoping it wouldn't come across as an interview.

“Maybe, or I could open my own place” he smirked cheekily “would you visit me if I did?”

“San!” you fake gasped clutching invisible pearls at your throat “how scandalous”. You dissolved into giggles that were helped along by the bubbles you were drinking.

“Well I'll take that as a yes” he laughed heartily, shifting himself closer to your side and another waiter appeared through the curtain to deliver another bottle of wine. “What else do you have planned for your life? It can’t be all work and no play?” 

“I want to travel. I want to see as much of the world as I can. So Paris, Milan, Prague, Rio, Nepal I want to see everything. But mostly I want to find someone who won't push me into a life I don't want" you replied slowly each thought coming out of your mouth without being filtered by your better judgment as the rapport you felt with San felt real even if that was just the alcohol and his excellent acting.

"I would love to travel too" San nodded, "I would love to see the world with you" , his sly smile feeling very flirty as you sipped from your glass.

"With me?" you blinked the wine making its way through your system and removing a little more of your inhibitions.

"Of course a beautiful woman like you should be fed dessert in fancy restaurants, doted on completely while shopping and being bought every single thing that brings you joy, and worshiped nightly in every place you wanted to stay. How could any man not want to be the one giving you that life" San purred, sliding himself closer to you so he was now touching you with the whole side of his body, the warmth from his chest seeping through his suit and into you "I couldn't think of a more enjoyable way to spend my time than making love to you in moonlight in Paris or Prague".

You swallowed hard, your surprise was probably obvious to San but after a moment you remembered this was an act, San was being paid to charm you and say all the right things. Once again he topped up your glass, when he lent closer to speak to you his breath fanned across your skin giving you goosebumps at the thought.

"You are very good at this San" you smiled, turning slightly more towards him.

"But not that good as you can still see what I'm doing" he chuckled, breaking the sexy character slightly and showing the more playful side that you had already met.

"I wouldn't say that I was very swept up" you admitted softly making him grin further "But I should be letting you get back to actual paying guests".

"Stay just a little longer no unnecessary flirting I promise" San faux pouted before breaking into a grin.

"Oh no don't pout like that I can't say no to that face" you giggled the wine now making you feel a little less professional and a little more cheeky.

"Ah I found a weakness" he almost crowed proudly "I will have to make sure the following guys know".

"You wouldn't betray me like that would you San" you pouted in return trying not to laugh as his eyes widened at your reaction.

"You are not meant to get upset" he whined as you melted into giggles.

"Happily tipsy looks very, very good on you" San quipped once again leaning back into the plush fabric of the booth.

"You're being paid to say that" you challenged, raising your eyebrow at him before leaning towards him "It's nice to be flattered though".

"I'm not being paid to tell you the truth I'm paid to make a fantasy and this isn't fantasy" San replied honestly as a new waiter reappeared with a tray containing several dishes that you weren't expecting San instantly picked up on your confusion his pretty laugh filling the booth "Chan wanted you to have a full experience and with our level of host that includes dinner so he ordered for you, I hope that is alright".

"Of course he did" you rolled your eyes making San's laughter continue "that man knows no limits when it comes to flaunting the sense of opulence does he?".

"He does but he wants to make sure you can write a proper review and that is worth every cent to him" San's eyes were still crinkled into attractive little moons.

"I do appreciate where he is coming from but surely he knows I am writing a favorable editorial by now" you continued watching San carefully watching for any sort of tell to show he was being disingenuous.

"I'll be honest I figured you would stop staying after the opening hours if you hated it. Just do your interviews then leave" he shrugged carefully, portioning a fork full of lobster that he then brought to your mouth to try, his other hand hovering under your chin to catch anything that might fall. Strangely enough you found yourself opening your mouth for him to place the lobster against your tongue before grinning at you.

"I forget you are all strangely perceptive about women" you lopsidedly grinned savoring the delicious buttery taste “Is feeding me also part of the experience?”

"It's all part of the deal kitten" San laughed lightly winking at you for dramatic effect. You ate the rest of the meal chatting with San about anything and everything before letting him lead you back downstairs where he told you Chan had arranged a car to get you home, because Chan really did think of everything.

Waking slowly, after having more drinks in the past week than you were used to, you were very happy to write the rest of your editorial, you had everything you were going to need you would just add a few bits and pieces about the experiences that Chan had decided to give you but the rest, including the photographs, was now ready to be fully drafted and read over by one of your editors. You attached the draft to an email saying that there was still one more page that needed to be done but that they could go over the first few and the photos that Chan had graciously provided to make sure that it was what they were looking for before you started getting ready for your day and your potential coffee catch up with Felix. 

Getting together your outfit for the day and choosing your outfit for that night was a very strange experience. You had been dressing yourself with a little more care to spend your days looking as nice as you possibly could but picking your outfit for the evenings had so far been a little daunting, it was a need to look the part of the patron so that everything looked normal to anyone who viewed you in Club 143 but also wanting to look attractive and even a little sexy just because you wanted to see how whoever you were paired with would react. Each outfit had been a little more daring; the emerald dress you had been far more form fitting around your chest, the blue had flattered your figure making you feel more womanly and tonight’s outfit was a form fitting silky burgundy dress with fine straps and a low cut back and a slit up the thigh. 

Arriving at Club 143 after lunch you had still not heard from Felix but it didn’t really surprise you he had been booked out every single night you had been there to observe and he must have been needing to catch up on sleep. You continued through the bar waving to the staff you had already seen several times and making your way to Chan’s office to drop off your things before making yourself comfortable in the normal corner of the waiting room. It was still quiet none of the hosts had arrived yet and you passed the time talking to the bar staff and writing up thoughts that you could flesh out later about the next level of host experience, even though you were yet to find out who you were going to be paired with. Chan arrived two hours later and waved as he passed you talking on the phone to someone before entering his office and closing the door.

“All by yourself again?” a very familiar voice asked from the doorway behind you.

“I guess I am Felix, how was your night?” You smiled to yourself before turning your head towards him.

“It was work-like” he shrugged, plopping himself down in the chair opposite you.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you mused furrowing your eyebrows as you took in his appearance, he was still beautiful as ever but his eyes looked a little more downcast than you had seen them before.

“Both I guess” he sighed “It was profitable but it was just going through the motions, some nights are just more routine than others although I rarely have interesting ones” he admitted, his eyes flicking downwards before making contact with yours again.

“I never really thought about how all this must just be a day at the office for you guys, not everyday being enjoyable, some just tedious” you frowned slightly, the few glimpses you had been given of the darker side of the job were very unappealing to you.

“It’s not that any of us hate it” Felix countered “It’s just that it can get monotonous the same vapid women, the same fake interactions, the same facade over and over again but there are always going to have perks most of the time it's very easy to still see the attractive woman underneath who just wants to feel worshiped but sometimes you do come across women who you cannot find a single good quality about”.

“Hmm” you hummed not really knowing what to say. It made you feel a bit awful that there were nights that he had to pretend to feel attracted to someone and then have sex with them even though he had no interest in them.

“Let's talk about something else” he smiled trying to pick the mood back up “maybe we should have that coffee now” 

“Sure” you nodded hoping you would be able to perhaps make him feel a little better. Felix got up and went towards the kitchens to ask them for coffee you assumed and you were back to being alone saving your notes for later you decided to perhaps email Chan a draft copy of what you had written but he was still in his office so you didn’t want to disturb his work. Felix returned and offered his hand to you.

“Come on, follow me” with a mischievous glimmer in his eye you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the elevator where he quickly swiped his key card before hitting the button to the fifth floor.

“Felix, where are you taking me?” you whispered a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Do you trust me?” he grinned impishly, not giving you any further explanation.

“Yes” you answered instantly, surprising even yourself by your own admission.

“Then you will see when we get there” he teased stepping closer to you. The door dinged and opened showing you the navy blue hallway that Can had shown you once before. Taking your hand in his again he beckoned you to follow him until he stopped at door 3, the room you had already seen briefly. “I’m not breaking any rules in showing you the room you have already seen” he soothed after noticing the slight trepidation in your eyes.

“You can read everything about me can’t you?” you contemplated following him into the room where there were already two hot coffees and two pieces of cake waiting for you in the lounge area of the large room.

“Not everything which is why you are so interesting” Felix clarified “Your honesty is what masks things from us, we all find it fascinating that you can see through the act without much trouble but also never judge us or behave as though you are better than us”.

“That’s because I am not better than you” you uttered feeling a little confused “I’m just a person like you Felix, like all the guys that work here”. You sat at one end of the lounge opposite him taking your cup and sipping from it.

“That right there is why every host here wants to have their five minutes to talk to you” he grinned toothily “A few sentences and you make us all feel better about a world of different things”.

“You are being too kind” you argued softly.

“You are selling yourself short” he shot back the dazzling smile still on his face “We had several media sources wanting to cover this opening mostly because it aligns them with the powerful women who come here whether they are CEO’s in their own right or the wives and girlfriends of powerful men. All of them spoke with Chan but you were the only one who didn’t speak down to him as though he was just another whore. You treated Chan with respect and with honest interest which is why your publication got the job”. Felix’s explanation hit you like a truck. You had been the one to volunteer for the position to pitch the editorial and also write it when your boss had mentioned it and your coworkers had seemed to have no interest but you hadn’t realized that there were other media companies vying for the same editorial.

“Who else did he speak to?” you asked concerned that maybe the job would have been done better by one of your competitors and Chan had only settled for you.

“SM Media Inc, KQ Publishing, YG Multimedia Co. None of them would have done as good a job as you” he shrugged again eating a mouthful of cake.

“Well I’m pleased he wanted me for the job. I'll send him the article before it’s published so he can go over it” you nodded slowly considering how you would get away with changing the editorial you had already sent in for viewing if he hated it. Felix laughed heartily, he seemed to be taking great pleasure in watching the cogs move around in your head.

“So tell me what else you do in your life Felix? I want to know something you have not told me yet” you smirked, making him stop laughing and turn serious again.

Returning back downstairs you found that half a dozen other hosts had arrived including Hyunjin who blew you a kiss as you walked past him, and also that Chan had emerged from his office. He stood from behind his desk and wandered into the waiting room as he noticed you pass by his office doorway

“So I realized that it might be a better idea to let you choose who you would like for your last host experience” Chan smiled kindly watching you take a seat and log yourself back into your laptop to continue working.

“Oh really? I assumed it would be whoever didn't have a booking” you blinked looking at him with curiosity as he continued over to where you were sitting.

“Well if I asked for volunteers I think Hyunjin would have fallen over himself to put his name down, and I'll admit I wouldn't mind it being me either but it should be your choice so you are totally comfortable” he continued a slight glint in his eye making you unsure if he was teasing you or not while Hyunjin nodded vigorously just behind him

“Well who have you decided I'll be seeing tonight?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Tonight you're with yours truly” he grinned smugly, making Hyunjin and Seungmin roll their eyes in unison.

“Let me think about it then” you smiled, laughter coloring your voice as you began typing up a few more notes.

“Booking is at 9 Miss R” he chuckled, heading back towards his office door.

“I won’t be late” you called after him.

You started changing at 8 o’clock sharpe so that you would have enough time to get your hair and makeup sorted as well as changing. Chan was nowhere to be seen so you assumed he was out on one of the floors or entertaining another guest which allowed you to take your time. When you finally emerged it was almost time for you to meet him so you opened his office door and stepped into the waiting room.

“Woah!” Jeongin whistled, looking you up and down slowly.

“Thank you Jeongin” you flushed slightly, your hands moving to smooth invisible wrinkles in the fabric.

“Would you like an escort to find Chan?” he offered a wide smile, his eyes turning into pleasant little moons as he offered his arm to you.

“Actually, yes please” you breathed knowing that he would probably see your nerves if you tried to hide them.

“You don’t need to be nervous Miss R. Chan doesn’t bite unless you ask him to and even then you would need to ask nicely” Jeongin joked trying to alleviate your fears.

I’ll try to remember that for the editorial then” you laughed lightly feeling slightly better.

Stepping onto the level 4 with Jeongin was a little odd. You could still see Changbin and Han entertaining two girls who looked like sisters in one booth and Minho leading his client towards another booth. The curtains of two others were pulled closed already meaning they were full but all the others were only half closed or still empty. 

“Here you go Miss R, step this way” Jeongin pulls aside one of the half pulled curtains to reveal Chan in all his glory leaning against the side of the booth watching the empty portions of the room.

“Not even a second late” Chan chuckled, offering you his hand to take as Jeongin winked at you before leaving. Helping you to get comfortably seating he moved to pull the curtain closed giving you a single glimpse of Felix who was looking straight at you, eyes wide, and distinctly not at the woman beside him who looked every bit the beautiful and rich CEO, his slight frown before the curtain separated you leaving you with an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“So gorgeous, are you ready for me?” Chan’s velvety voice surrounded you like honey as you turned your face towards him. You had obviously spent time with Chan, you had even seen the professional photos that they had all had taken but it hit you like a lightning strike just how easy it would be to be wooed by him in this setting.

“You look devine tonight” he purred, sliding a little closer to you, watching you closely he slowly took your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist “you also don’t need to be nervous”.

“I was told you wouldn’t bite unless I asked you nicely” you tilted your head to gauge his reaction.

“For you I would do anything if you asked me nicely or not” you raised one eyebrow almost challengingly making you swallow hard and your eyes widened slightly.

“Good to know” you breathed a flush creeping across your cheeks.

“I was told by a reputable source that you like sweet things” he continued with a teasing smile gracing his handsome face as a waiter appeared with a tray of cocktails “so I took some liberties and ordered you some dessert”.

Placing down two cocktails you could see quite obviously that Chan had asked the others what you had drank, eaten and spoken about because the chocolate martini that was for you was very close to a favorite drink of yours.

“Thank you Chan” you whispered, picking up your glass to sip at it, your mouth suddenly very dry.

“I also heard you do not want to be placed in a cage” his dark cinnamon eyes made you feel like he could see into your soul.

“San has loose lips it seems” you added the corners of your mouth twitching as his grin increased.

“No, I am just incredibly persuasive when it comes to you” he advised sipping his own drink which to you looked very much the opposite of your drink. Chan seemed very good at keeping you somewhere between flustered and hypnotized but after a few more moments your brain caught up.

“I can see the difference now, from level three to level 4” you admitted coyly relaxing your posture slightly “San was particularly good but you are exceptional at this”. Chan faulted slightly before breaking into a breathtaking grin.

“I have to say you are quite remarkable at seeing through the act, it’s a bit of a rare gift” he hummed approvingly “Had to admit it’s a little bit of a turn on actually”. You coughed as you almost inhaled your drink at his words making him chuckle at you.

“Did you actually say that or did I imagine that?” you sniffed trying to regain your composure.

“No I said it, Hyunjin told me it was a completely different feeling watching you see straight through our usual way of working and I get now why he wanted to take you upstairs” Chan divulged “San let me know that you were the most fun he has had so far and you seem to have bewitched our little Felix”. Your jaw dropped slightly allowing Chan to slide closer to you lifting one finger to shut it again for you his fingers then moving to grasp your chin gently tilting your face towards his. It felt magnetic like you were being drawn closer to him every second but the illusion was shattered when you heard a loud shrill laugh from somewhere outside the curtained bubble you were in.

“I think perhaps I need another drink” you murmured as Chan dropped his hand away from you. He tilted his head slightly and a waiter appeared as if summoned, although you were sure CHan was just more subtle about the button to call the staff than San.

“Can we have another round and bring dessert this time please” Chan instructed smoothly not moving away from you instead slipping out of his jacket, leaving him in only a black shirt with no tie.

“The drink isn’t dessert then?” you mused, thinking he had been mentioning the sweet drink earlier.

“No I have something far more substantial for you, after all I need to leave a sweet taste in your mouth from the experience” he flirted effortlessly knowing that the choice of words would push you just a little.

“Still hoping I’ll come back after this editorial is done then?” you teased back knowingly

“Oh I have no doubt you will come back, I’m hoping to sway you to come back to level 3 or 4” he cheekily retorted, his dimples shining.

“Well Mr Bang that all depends on what you have got for me?” you giggled as the waiter reappeared and stopped Chan’s comeback in its tracks. Placing down another martini for you excused himself to collect the rest of Chan’s request. Moments later he reappeared with a tray full of what looked like chocolate truffles and strawberries dusted with gold flakes.

“As with San last night I like to go all out” Chan grinned like a cat that got the cream “We get these in from France they are made with the finest Swiss chocolate and the best French champagne”. He lifted one off the tray and brought it to your lips which you opened keeping your eyes locked on his. He was right they were the most delicious chocolate you had ever eaten and you were quite alright with the idea of sitting drinking your martini with him feeding you, but you assumed that was due to the rather strong cocktail you had already drunk and the one you were about to start. You continued chatting to Chan a little more casually after he started hand feeding you strawberries and chocolate until you had accidentally had a third martini and your head was actually fuzzy.

“Would you like another drink or would you like something else?” Chan murmured sensually his lips only inches from your ear.

“I think I’m good” you smiled lazily, enjoying the warmth of his breath on your neck.

“I’m sure you are very good gorgeous, but that wasn’t what I meant” he quipped leaning in closer so his lips brushed your earlobe making you involuntarily shudder “I love that you are so eager to please, such a perfect little tease”.

Your brain wasn’t fast enough to react with wit instead opting to just hum and let him get even closer to you, being ever the gentleman Chan gave you time to respond between each gentle touch of his fingers running down you bare back, each brush of his lips against your skin until you were almost embarrassingly pliant.

“Tell me to stop and I will, gorgeous” he whispered huskily in your ear before actually pressing his lips to your neck making you gasp softly turning your head toward him. Following the line of your jaw Chan kissed his way to you lips each one slightly more passionate than the last until his lips pressed against yours. His soft plump lips felt stupidly good against your own especially when he dragged your bottom lip between them using his teeth and making you sigh with pleasure, his tongue traced the seam of your lips teasing you and hoping you would allow entrance which you did too caught up in the moment and the alcohol to be thinking quick enough to stop yourself. 

“Mmm… wait Chan stop” you slurred slightly as he broke away from your lips to kiss his way to your earlobe, your brain finally registering what you were doing. To his immense credit Chan did stop instantly removing not only his lips and hands from you but also sliding away from you so you were no longer touching.

“I apologize” he replied instantly “I didn't mean to overstep”.

“You didn’t, not really, I’m just a little too drunk for this to be a good idea” you admitted trying to shift the alcohol from your brain so you could think better.

“I will get you a car home” Chan smiled genuinely, his eyes shining with something that looked a little like admiration and a little like affection.

“Thank you” you swallowed as Chan moved to help you stand from the booth, steadying you by wrapping his arm around your waist as he walked you to the elevator. Moving past the tables you saw the booth that Felix was in earlier still occupied which gave you a strange sense of relief that he was still on this floor and not the one above but that was shattered we the curtain opened and you saw him, his arms wrapped around his patron feeding her strawberries the same way Chan had fed them to you. You looked away quickly hoping that both Chan and Felix would not notice but you had a feeling that Chan already had as he pulled you slightly tighter against his side as the elevator doors opened stepping inside you turned towards the closing doors to see Felix’s face fall as his eyes landed on you for the brief moment before the door separated you both.

Chan led you to his office to collect your things, easily carrying both your bags on one of his arms making sure you were stable enough to not hurt yourself. He mentioned to the driver that he was to escort you into the building and help you with your bags before taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles.

“We will see you tomorrow Ms R” he beamed, helping you with your seatbelt even though it was unnecessary.

“But we haven’t talked about tomorrow’s host experience” you protested, suddenly aware that you hadn’t even discussed the topic properly yet. You felt yourself flush, hoping that Chan wouldn't notice it over the pink already dusting your cheeks from the alcohol you had been drinking.

“Good thing I had already put him aside for you then” his eyes twinkled as he spoke and his dimples were on full display.

“What?” You stammered “I haven’t told you yet”.

“I know, Felix asked to host you if you requested him and I figured you would. You seem to have already formed an attachment to each other” He continued before chuckling.

“Goodnight Chan'' you mumbled a tad embarrassed that you were so transparent to him.

“Goodnight Miss R” Chan replied teasingly, shutting the door and allowing the driver to take you home.

The following morning was not as pleasant as the previous few mornings, you woke up nursing a headache and a mortifying recollection of embarrassing events where you had almost let yourself take things too far with Chan then practically told him of your little crush on Felix, which you realized the night before was exactly that, a crush, there was no way that you would ever entertain the idea that a grown woman like yourself would end up with a silly little crush on a man you were writing about. It was the least professional thing you had ever done and now you needed to turn up at the same place that he worked and face not only him but his boss who knew about it. You needed to distract yourself. You needed coffee and something sweet for breakfast then perhaps you would feel better.

You washed up and got dressed into a simple shirt and jeans before venturing out for the sustenance you needed to help with your predicament. You knew deep down you hadn’t actually done anything wrong, the host experience is to sell a fantasy of feeling loved or desired or more often than not both and that every single one of Chan’s hosts lived up to that. Each fantasy they created absolutely made you feel that the average woman they saw would have been totally swept off her feet by them. You, once tipsy, were almost swept up in it too so you knew they were good, you knew they were worth the money but still a little part of you was sad it was all just a fantasy and potentially the hosts themselves were not as happy as they seemed.

Your constant thoughts had made you almost miss the door to the cafe you were heading to. It was almost a twenty minute walk from your apartment but the coffee was so good you would happily make the trip. Moving your way through the few filled tables you found yourself an empty seat and sat down looking through your phone as you waited to order. The quiet chatter and the smell of freshly ground coffee gave you some much needed comfort after your order was taken sitting staring into space. You barely registered your phone's message alert, checking it you noticed it was from an unknown number, you frowned but opened it anyway.

 Hey. It’s Felix, are you alright after last night? I saw you leave the floor with Chan so I wanted to check in.

 You read it twice to make sure you had read it correctly then smiled of course the first text he sent you and it’s asking about your welfare, he was too sweet for his own good and that was the problem. He was otherworldly beautiful and far too sweet which of course is what made him so successful as a host, but it also made him too attractive to you. Sighing you thought about how you would reply you didn’t want to sound like it was a flippant thing given he was concerned but you didn’t want him to think the worse either.

Hi Felix, I’m ok just nursing a little bit of a headache but I’ll be fine by the time I head in this afternoon. I hope you had a successful night.

You put your phone down to concentrate on the pancakes that had been delivered to you. The sugar and dough no doubt likely to help with how you felt you would just need to remember to pace yourself a little bit better tonight.

That’s great, I’m glad you’re feeling alright. I know Chan has a tendency to be a little intense sometimes, especially on the 5th floor. I saw on my schedule you're with me tonight so I’ll do my best to keep you entertained :) 

You stopped completely, almost dropping your fork, as you looked over the message coughing when some of the pancake you were eating went down the wrong way. Felix had assumed you had gone upstairs and had sex with Chan. Your stomach dropped, you didn’t want any of them thinking that you had, but especially Felix, because you hadn’t. Sipping some water you blinked the stray moisture from your eyes that the coughing fit had caused and pressed the call button.

“Sorry to call Felix but this is easier to explain than text” you blurted as soon as he answered his phone.

“That’s fine Miss R, you sound stressed, are you sure you feel well?” he asked, his voice sounding concerned against the noise in the background of his surroundings. 

“I really am fine, just a headache, but I had to correct you. I didn't go to level 5 last night. I got a little too tipsy and Chan took me downstairs to put me in a car to get me home. I swear nothing happened with Chan” You explained your tone at a higher pitch than normal making you sip your water again to soothe your throat.

“It’s fine if you did, I wouldn’t judge you for that the way you don’t judge me” Felix reassured you, sounding almost relieved if you were honest with yourself. You let out a large breath making him chuckle slightly.

“I didn’t want you to think the wrong thing that’s all but about tonight Chan told me that I would be able to be in with you since you had an opening which I was surprised about actually” you admitted shyly a flush decorating your neck as you spoke.

“Oh you requested me then” he teased sweetly “Well I’m happy to be your first pick and I’m glad I had an opening”.

“I will see you tonight then Felix” you added not knowing what else to say.

“You will Miss R” he replied, hanging up instantly and leaving you staring at your phone. God, you felt even more embarrassed calling him to assure him you hadn’t had sex with anyone, in public, when he didn’t even seem to mind. You finished your breakfast quickly before returning home so you could overthink every word you had said over the past week while you picked out the final outfit from your closet for your final night at Club 143.

You settled on the outfit that most made you think of Felix a black off the shoulder mini dress with a flippy hem, like the one you had tried on in the department store the morning you had run into him, and simple black pumps. You decided you would just add some winged eyeliner to your everyday look and maybe some bolder lipstick to take it from regular working to host experience working and hoped it would be enough to make a slight impression on Felix so that he would at least potentially remember you after the night was over and you had left his life. Furrowing your brow you looked at yourself in the mirror your bag packed behind you on the bed to change and your simple jeans and a square necked top you were utterly plain compared to every single host you had met, and although they had all been sweet and accommodating during the past week with them you couldn’t help feel a little sad it was over. You did suppose that Chan had a point you could always just attend Club 143 as a patron you didn’t need to buy their time you could always just say hello in passing and pretend that it was enough, pretend it didn’t feel strange that they pretended so well to almost become friends to actually not be at all.

Collecting your bags you made your way back to work taking the slow and scenic way wandering the neighboring streets to see what else was around. Finally making your way into the main entrance you were greeted like you had been before by Chan’s bar and floor staff before entering into the staff area to set up your laptop with the final bits of writing you would need to add. It was later than you normally showed up and Chan was in his office with several of his elite hosts so you just bypassed his office for now. Your editor had sent back a few tweaks for you to make to the editorial but was overall quite supportive and approving of what you had come up with so it was just finishing up the experience with San and writing out Chan’s before finishing it all tomorrow and submitting it. For the final draft stages. You started typing, noting to yourself to add a head shot of both San and Yunho to hopefully further their customer base as a thank you for their time, only to hear a huge roar of laughter from Chan’s office making you jump. 

“Miss R” Seungmin sang as he wandered out of the office towards you. “Could you join us for a moment?”.

“Of course Seungmin” you eyed him warily, making him waggle his eyebrows at you “what are you getting me into?”.

“Nothing bad. We just want to go over last night with you” he grinned his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well shit” you sighed, standing slowly and following him into Chan’s office. 

“We were just talking about your date with Chan” Seungmin started as you stepped through the door.

“Yeah and how you disappeared with our dear boss” Hyunjin grinned, making you look at the ceiling for help.

“Chan claims he cannot kiss and tell, but we are pretty sure we know where you ended up” Changbin teased, looking from you to Chan.

“Really? And where was that?” you mocked his tone slightly making Chan grin and Minho laugh loudly.

“Upstairs of course” Hyunjin whispered, shouting dramatically as though he was helping you jog your memory, making Changbin snicker.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure upstairs looks nothing like the inside of a car. Or my apartment block for that matter” you replied dryly, making Chan and Seungmin laugh while Hyunjin’s jaw dropped and Changbin looked confused.

“Felix said he saw you getting in the lift with Chan and that Chan gave a thumbs up” Changbin argued as though you didn’t know where you had been.

“Felix did see me get in the elevator, but you do know that elevators go both up and down” you tried to hold in a laugh at the indignant look on Changbin’s face.

“So you didn’t go upstairs with Chan?” Hyunjin repeated.

“I did not” you laughed “How much money did you have riding on that?”.

“More than they should have” Chan smirked as Hyunjin opened and closed his mouth a few times.

‘Can I finish my editorial now? Or did we need to discuss the sex I didn’t have with Chan further?” you raised your eyebrows waiting for one of them to answer.

“You go back to work Miss R” Chan smiled “I think Hyunjin will be bringing you a coffee in a little while”.

“Aw thank you Hyunjin” you grinned, walking back to your chair and going back to what you needed to get done. Still having the occasional giggle about the conversation you just had.

By the time the other hosts started appearing and it was time for you to start getting ready you were beginning to get nervous. An elite host experience Chan had called it and it was exclusive to only those willing to pay a small fortune to spend time in private with a host of their choice. Felix would probably meet you out in the bar like you had done with San since you were heading straight up to level five and bypassing the other host floors. There would be dinner and you would have Felix all to yourself for the whole night which was a huge amount of time compared to the other experiences Chan had his hosts offer. Closing down your laptop you packed away all of your work items and moved towards Chan’s office to change.

“Am I able to use your office again to get changed or are you still busy?” you enquired sticking your head into his office where he was sitting at his desk already decked out in his deep gray suit. Chan got up and walked over to you taking your work bag from your hands and placing it beside his desk

"Sure and what color are you wearing tonight? just out of interest" Chan smirked stepping out into the staff area.

"Black" Felix answered for you before you could say a word, his voice surrounding you like smoke.

"How did you know I bought a black dress?" you turn towards his voice, your eyes widening the moment you saw him in his satin black suit jacket looking like a model straight off the catwalk.

"Oh I didn't know that I just knew what I bought" he smiled dazzlingly, holding out a large white gift bag tied with a deep red ribbon.

"I don't understand" you mumble, your brow creasing in confusion looking at the bag before he took hold of your hand and placed the handles of the bag in your palm, closing your fingers around it.

"You didn't think you could try on that dress and look that good and I wouldn't insist you wear it?" He smirked, leaning forward and lowering his voice.

"You didn't!" you squealed loudly as he laughed and wandered out into the bar you guessed so he was out of the room before you could argue back.

"What dress are we talking about?" Chan asked, perplexed, his eyes scanning the bag for a label.

"Oh is that the McQueen one? Felix said she looked a million dollars is that one" Hyunjin grinned following Felix's trail through the room and stopping beside you.

“No!...he’s not allowed to do that…fuck where did he go?” you scoffed while still holding the bag.

“He is and he did” Hyunjin winked at you “Now go put the dress on so I can see if he was right”. You gave a resigned sigh you knew this would be a battle you would never win. Too many rich boys with too much money was always going to end in stupid decisions like buying dresses for women they barely knew because they could.

Turning silently you went into Chan’s office and shut the door but not before hearing Hyunjin announce loudly that you were about to knock their socks off so they should all wait around for a bit. You unwrapped the dress carefully, trying to not mess up the ribbon or the tissue paper it was wrapped so beautifully in, your fingers caressing the silk that you had already tried on and secretly loved but had thought you would never in a million years own. Your eyes stung slightly as a stray tear fought to make its way free of your eye, Felix’s gesture proving that his kindness and sweetness knew no bounds and that you and your little crush were doomed to an inevitable heartbreak at the end of the night. Slipping out of your clothes and into the dress you remembered you were going to struggle with the zip again.

“Hyunjin?” you called through the door

“Yes princess” he called back obviously just outside the door.

“Who is waiting out there with you?” you asked as sweetly as you could.

“Oh! There is Chan, Minho, Hongjoon, San, Yunho, Seungmin and of course me” he listed off.

“Excellent” you popped your head out of the door “San can you help me with the zipper please?” you smiled as he grinned and stood up immediately.

“Wait, I can help” Hyunjin protested.

“I know, but I asked San” you quipped as San moved past Hyunjins disappointed face and into the room with you.

“You look exquisite” San whispered appreciatively as you turned around, his fingers easily sliding the zipper up your back.

“Thank you San” you smiled genuinely as you turned back to face him.

“Felix is a lucky, lucky man” he smiled lopsidedly before slipping back out of the room which caused Hyunjin to protest all over again.

You fixed your makeup and took a steadying breath, your nerves were now sky high but you knew there was no turning back now so you stepped out of Chan's office and into a room filled with silence, except for San’s whistle. 

“You look incredible” Chan grinned, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Thank you Chan” you smiled while worrying your lower lip slightly between your teeth.

“You look far better than just a million dollars” Hyunjin whispered reverently, his eyes wide.

“You are going to make me blush if you keep complimenting me” you shuffled on your feet slightly. 

“Can I escort you out to meet Felix?” Yunho interrupted getting in before any of the others could say anything else.

“That would be amazing, Yunho” you grinned at him as he raced across the room to take your hand and place it in the crook of his arm. You didn’t feel any different stepping out of the staff area into the bar, it was the same as every other evening the difference was going to be when you came face to face with Felix.

“You don’t need to be nervous” Yunho muttered trying to hide he was speaking to you from prying eyes “Felix won’t do anything you don’t want him to, and there is no expectation on you” his hand squeezed yours where it sat in the crease of his elbow “I didn’t even know you could get nervous”.

“Funny Yunho, I’m not immune to everything” you whispered in reply knowing he was right everything that would happen tonight would be the same as all the previous nights you had spent in the club. The ball was entirely in your court. 

Yunho walked you to the entrance where Felix stood waiting for you, several women trying to get his attention but being politely declined until his eyes landed on you.

“Excuse me ladies, my queen awaits” he smiled graciously, walking towards you and Yunho. Yunho for all his imposing presence disappeared effortlessly into the crowd as Felix stepped into your space to take your hand moving it to his lips to kiss the inside of your wrist softly.

“Felix” you smiled coyly, making his perfect face light up as he moved to wrap his arm around your waist to lead you to the elevator.

“You look bewitching” he breathed in your ear making you shiver against him which seemed to only encourage him into pulling you tighter against him. Virtually every woman in the bar watched you with envy at being beside him.

“You look incredibly handsome yourself” you replied feeling more comfortable now that you were with Felix again. He grinned as he stepped into the elevator swiping his card to get you to the exclusive fifth floor starting what you knew would be a once in a lifetime night.

“Chan made sure you had seen one room when he gave you the tour so now I can show you a second” Felix broke the silence between you.

“Did you pick which room you would show me?” you tilted your head to look at his profile.

“Yes, because it's a particular favorite of nearly all of us hosts” he admitted, easily meeting your eyes.

“A favorite as in it makes you guys a lot of money or favorite as you guys actually like being in that room?” you teased gently 

“We like being in this room, it's the easiest to make comfortable for clients who perhaps aren’t interested in certain things” he carefully explained letting you know before you even reached the room that there would be no pressure on you.

“Good to know” you beamed as the elevator door opened to the navy blue hallway. Taking your hand he led you down the hallway passing door number three and leading you to door number 8. Unlocking the door he allowed you to step inside the room first letting you take in your surroundings before wrapping his arms smoothly around you from behind.

The room was the opposite of what you expected it wasn’t some overly ostentatious room styled after a luxury hotel room instead the blue and gold continued only instead of navy blue it was more of a deep teal blue with antique gold light fixtures and dark coloured furniture but the main focal point was the dozen upon dozens of candles flickering on almost every surface in front part of the room stood a black glass table with place settings for two large floor candelabras covering the area in a romantic golden glow. Further into the room dark lounge suites and the further again a bed made up in matching teal sheets all surrounded but flickering light.

“Do you think you prefer this room?” his deep honey voice in your ear.

“Yes this room is beautiful” you replied in awe, feeling his arms squeeze you slightly before unwrapping them from you and leading you towards the table pulling out your chair for you.

“I thought rather than the normal ridiculous menu I would try something new with you” he started taking his own chair as you heard the keycard beep for the door to open revealing a waiter wheeling a food serving cart with large silver cloches covering several dishes. The waiter placed the dishes on the table and then left himself out of the room as quietly and discreetly as possible.

“New in what way?” you tilted your head looking from Felix to the covered dishes.

“I already know that your immune to the normal charm act so I figured instead of playing the part I usually would, I’ll just be me” he shrugged “ I can still give you the full experience without pretending to be something that you will see through anyway so why not have a normal dinner together like we would if this was any other normal date?”. Lifting the cloches and placing them back on the serving cart you were met with two types of pasta, Caprese salad and arancini with aioli. You realized immediately what he meant instead of ridiculous amounts of over the top food he was trying to keep you as comfortable as possible.

“This looks fantastic Felix” you grinned toothily making his shoulders relax a little more. Felix served you a little bit of everything insisting you could eat whatever you liked but you were more interested in just spending the time you had available with him.

“This is the last night you’re going to be here isn't it?” Felix enquired quietly between mouthfuls.

“For this editorial yes” you nodded, taking a sip of the white wine that Felix had chosen to go with your meal. “But I thought I might come back for a drink or two sometimes, the bar is great and it feels really safe as a woman to be in here”.

“But that is only the bar” Felix pressed you slightly “You won’t return to the hosts will you?”.

“I might, I couldn’t obviously be paying for Chan or you to entertain me, you are too pricey for a lowly journalist. But I could see San or Yunho occasionally” you admitted pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as his eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second.

“Are you interested in seeing San or Yunho again?” I know you spent time with Yunho for the editorial and you had the mid level host experience with San” he continued but you could tell he was selecting his words carefully. 

“That was just an example, someone like me could only afford the basic or mid level host experience at a place like this. It doesn't have to be either San or Yunho specifically although they are both a lot of fun” you confessed hoping that he liked that answer better.

“Oh so you would be happy to see anyone then?” he teased.

“Well I’d see you but your price tag is more than I could afford unless you take payment in other ways” you teased back making his eyes widen before he laughed, the rich deep sound sinking into your skin like the sun's warmth. 

“I’m sure we could figure something other than money out if you were interested in only seeing me” he smirked, his eyes darkening as little as he wet his lower lip.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be playing the part tonight” you raised your eyebrow “yet here you are flirting like Hyunjin would”.

“This isn’t the facade, this is me” he confided, his voice deeper than it had been before as he stood from the table and slowly walked around to your chair pulling it away from the table so you were now facing him. “I’ve never been more serious”.

“Felix” you whispered softly, confused where this was going.

“How about I show you what I mean” he murmured leaning down he cupped your face gently angling your chin higher so you were looking into his whiskey colored eyes, his thumb gently traced along your bottom lip as he leaned in tentatively pressing his lips to yours in a featherlight kiss giving you time to pull away. When you didn’t move he smiled graciously, pressing his lips against yours again this time with a little more force allowing you to kiss him back with your hand moving to wrap around his wrist. Taking your other hand in his he helped you stand his plump lips never leaving yours, pulling you flush against him.

“Do you understand what I mean now or should I explain further?” he whispered against your lips letting you decide how much you wanted from him.

“A little more should make it crystal clear” you sighed softly you words cut off as his soft lips claiming yours tenderly once more, Felix teasing your bottom lip with his teeth until you were gasping breathlessly into the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours sensually he moved one hand around your waist to hold you to him. 

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this” he smirked, pulling away from you just enough to slide his hands around you deftly gliding the zip of your dress down and watching it fall from your chest. Licking his lips as your upper body became completely exposed to him “I had never been so jealous of Hyunjin before after he said he had kissed you”. His fingers caressing your cheek while he leaned in to kiss your neck his lips softly tracing your pulse point before continuing down to your chest.

“I wanted to end Chan when he bragged about touching you, kissing you” he continued his hands cupping and lightly squeezing your breasts as he kissed his way back to your face. You couldn’t move, enjoying the feeling of his hands and lips on, your arm wrapped around his neck to keep yourself upright, carding your fingers through the hair on the back of his head..

“Neither meant anything if that helps” you whimper feeling his lips turn up against your lips as you pressed them back against his taking the initiative for the first time since Felix had touched you. 

“It does” he smirked, stepping back from you and leading you towards the bedroom area of the suite, the warmth of his hand anchoring you to him. Sitting on the bed he guided you into his lap, your skirt bunching up around your waist as you straddled his strong thighs. You kissed him again allowing him to slip his tongue between your eager lips to slide against your own in a slow dance for dominance beginning between you which he easily won as you pushed his jacket off of his shoulders to get closer to his skin. Felix let his hands roam your sides and arse encouraged you to grind yourself against him while you buried your hands in his amazingly soft hair tugging slightly as your need for him started to build, making him hum against your lips. Without much effort Felix switched your places you back now pressed against the soft mattress as he discarded his jacket and returned to kissing his way across your body, his lips left a scorching path down your chest until he reached your breasts taking one into his mouth while his hand played with the other.

“Fuck your tits are incedible” he breathed against your nipple circling the now swollen bud with his tongue as you arched against him slightly letting out a string of whiny noises “and you are so sensitive, your going to drive me mad baby”.

Your heart skipped a beat at the term of endearment that fell from his beautifully plump lips as he made his way across to your other breast giving it the same torturously pleasurable treatment. Nipping and sucking at your flesh like he was a man possessed. Moving lower he kissed his way to your belly button before hooking his fingers into the material of your dress that remained bunched around you carefully lowering it down your thighs dropping it beside the bed leaving you is just black lace underwear that he admired slowly dragging his finger along the pattern that covered your core.

“Lix” you whimpered softly your skin one fire beneath his warm touch.

“Fuck call me that again” me purred sexily closing his eyes while his fingers continues to trace across your flesh.

“Lix please” you whined watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his head tipping back slightly seemingly turned on further by your words. Smiling wickedly he licked his lips and lowered himself between your thighs kissing the inside of one before placing a chaste kiss on your covered core making you shiver in anticipation. His smirk was covered by your mound as he began to trace the lace patterns on the small piece of fabric separating the two of you making you whimper again you were sure he could probably already feel how wet the fabric had become. His teasing continued as he unbuttoned his dress shirt stopping only for him to toss the garment behind him and pull your underwear aside his tongue gliding through your drenched folds earning you the pleasure of a deep groan falling from him before he swiped his tongue through them again collecting your essence and began eating you out as though it was going to keep him from from dying of thirst. Your whines and soft moans spurred him on as went between kitten lick to your clit and long dragging figure eights that drove you insane reaching down you grab a handful of his hair to ground yourself and making him groan loudly against you the vibrations sending you into an unexpected orgasm with a loud sob of his name.

“You taste delicious baby” he teased, moving away from your sensitive core, his angelic face covered in your arousal making him look like he had fallen from grace and straight into your bed. “Can’t wait to feel you fall apart around me baby”.

Standing from the bed he began to undo his belt, removing it slowly his pants and boxers following abandoned where they fell he leaned in to pull your now very wet underwear down your legs before climbing back over you to kiss you, his rock hard cock pressing against your thigh. He ran his hands up and down your sides making sure you were relaxed again he kissed you softly giving you time to come back down from your high to not push you too fast you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue making the knot in your abdomen begin to tighten again.

“Lix” you whispered cupping his face softly as he pulled himself away from you slightly to look into your eyes “I want to feel you, please” you soft pleading making his eyes widen and genuine look of adoration cross his features.

“God you are everything I could have ever dreamt of” he breathed almost inaudibly allowing his length to slip between your thighs coating himself in your juices “I need you to tell me you want this”.

“Please Felix, I need you” you pleaded again the desperation in your voice showing through making him nod pecking your lips gently as he continued to coat himself in your juices, the head of his cock brushing your clit and making you gasp loudly. Slowly rutting against you he finally lined himself up at your entrance and began leisurely pushing himself inside your still fluttering hole.

“Fuck you feel amazing baby” he groaned bottoming out inside your plush walls before gradually pulling himself out and sinking back into you again. You had never felt so full his dick stretching you to the point you felt like you were being split in half, the pleasure tinged with pain bringing tears to your waterline. 

“Lix…ngh…ah” you moaned uncontrollably each snap of his hips making you feel utter blissful pleasure. Taking his time Felix unhurried pace was leaving you feeling almost drunk as he leant his forehead against yours sweetly humming every time you loudly moaned his name. You met each of his thrusts, your hips rolling against his.

“You’re breathtaking like this” he whispered, increasing the strength of his movements “like you were made just for me” he groaned as you clenched at his words.

“Just for you Lix, only for you” you babbled as white hot sparks spread through your veins making tears fall from your eyes running down your temples into your hair. You were sure Felix could feel your body tightening below you as he moved one hand to wrap your leg around his waist giving him the ability to go even deeper than before, his cock head almost kissing your cervix making you cry out.

“That’s it baby” he purred, burying his face into your neck to kiss and suck on your skin pushing you to the edge again.

“Felix!” you screamed convulsing around his length as your entire body shook and your vision went white, his name tumbling from your lips again and again like a prayer. Felix continued his pace helping to prolong your ecstasy only stopping when you felt him fill you with his thick warm seed. 

Felix peppered your face with sweet kisses as he carefully pulled his softening dick from you, pulling you into his arms as he lay beside you stroking your skin softly until you returned from the fog of pleasure that was currently filling your head. After a few moments he began to massage your thigh easing the muscles that had so tightly squeezed him.

“Is that what it is always like?” you rasped looking up at him with still watering eyes.

“It’s never like, not for clients” he admitted pulling up the blankets to cover your sweat sheen covered bodies. “But for you it would always be like that”.

Felix held you tightly letting your body recover, allowing you to doze off in his arms for a few minutes. When you woke he was wearing a silk robe tied tightly at the waist and was hanging up both your dress and his suit in an empty wardrobe.

“Lix?” you questioned softly sitting up and letting the blankets fall away from your still naked form.

“I didn’t want to wake you baby, you needed to rest” he chuckled quietly, bringing you a glass of water and another glass of wine, climbing into the bed beside you.

“What happens now?” you asked, sipping from the glass of water before allowing Felix to wrap you back up in his arms.

“That is up to you” he conceded, his voice tinged with nervousness.

“Did you want this to be more than tonight?” you continued hoping that you had understood him correctly “Do you want me?”.

“So much, I never expected to meet anyone like you” he confessed “I’ve not been interested in anyone for such a long time that I just thought it wasn’t going to happen ever. But then you appeared and I couldn’t help it, I want to try to make it work with you if you will let me”.

“How would it work though? You here every night and me at work every day we would be like ships passing in the night” you sighed trying to think of what sort of schedule would actually work for the both of you.

“So your first concern isn’t that I make my living like this, it's my hours that are the issue?” he chuckled looking at you with disbelief.

“Well, I mean…. Look Lix I know what you do, and I know you have been doing it for years so it isn’t fair for me to just demand you change your life for me when we don’t even know each other that well” you exhaled looking up at his face.

“The others were right, your honesty is insanely attractive” Felix hummed, placing a soft kiss against your forehead. “But I am willing to go back to just hosting and not escorting if it means I get a shot with you”.

“Have I not been obvious enough?” you giggled your fingers drawing patterns on his beautiful honey skin “I thought you could read women like a book?”.

“Women yes, you no” he groaned, his muscles twitching under your gentle ministrations.

“I like you a lot Felix” you whispered your hand sliding lower brushing his warm skin and eventually wrapping around his half hard cock. “I want to be with you”.

Felix tilted your head with his fingertips connecting his lips to yours in a long kiss that he only broke when the gradual pumping of your hand made him hiss in pleasure.

“I will never stop worshiping you baby, especially now you are mine” His breath fanned across your face and he rolled you back under him grinning devilishly once more.

a/n: Thank you for reading you beautiful people, all your likes reblogs and comments are adored and I hope you enjoyed this one even though it is a bit of an epic. Thank you again to everyone that has followed me and left messages of love and encouragement for me you are amazing xx

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RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN

TAGS: LOVE TRIANGLE, ANGST, BREAKUP, BETRAYAL

PART 2 PART 3 PART FOUR part 5 PART 6

SYNOPSIS:

Y/N Seo's life gets turned upside down when her crush, Hyunjin, starts dating her old friend turned enemy, Yeji. Suddenly, Yeji is part of their rich kid's group, even though y/n and Yeji can't stand each other. They pretend to be friends, but it's all fake.

Things get super messy when old secrets spill out, and new faces join the gang. Rumors fly, and trust crumbles as people in the group start leaking secrets, trying to wreck everyone's reputations. With newbies entering the scene, will the schemers in the group get busted for their sneaky plots?

Y/N's in the middle of it all, trying to figure out who's real and who's fake. Will she stick around with the rich kids, or will she find her own way? And what about Hyunjin? Will Y/N win his heart, or will she find love in an unexpected place?

PROFILE ONE

"THE RICH KIDS"

Y/N Seo: Y/N is the brainy YouTuber daughter of a business tycoon, alongside her dropout-turned-millionaire brother, Changbin. Together, they're the dynamic duo of South Korea, known for brains and business smarts. Plus, she's also a college student, balancing academics with her online presence.

Changbin Seo: College dropout turned startup sensation, Changbin is the brother of Y/N and the mastermind behind his own wealth. In a secret relationship with Lee Felix.

Hwang Hyunjin: Hyunjin is the prince of South Korea's elite circle. Son of the third richest man, he's not just a pretty face but a model and dancer extraordinaire.

Yeji Hwang: Yeji is the princess beside Hyunjin's prince. A rising star in modeling and dancing, she's the perfect match for her wealthy beau, Hyunjin.

Lee Felix: Son of a fashion mogul, Felix struts his stuff on runways and social media alike.

I.N: Son of a top doctor and lawyer. Despite his privileged background, he's all about hard work and making his own mark.

Wooyoung: Changbin's business partner in their gym startup, Wooyoung is a college buddy and y/n's roommate.

"THE NEWBIES"

Bang Chan: Born in Australia but moved to Korea at 13 due to his parents' separation, Bang Chan is anything but ordinary. Despite not being from a wealthy family, he's a genius who aced the Korean college exams. On top of that, he's a part-time composer for big idol companies, showcasing his incredible talent.

Kim Seungmin: From a regular middle-class family, Seungmin is Bang Chan's buddy, and he's a riot! He never thought he'd crack the college exams, but guess what? He did, landing at the 200th spot. Even he is surprised.

(more characters will be introduced)

HE IS DATING WHO?

[changisworld]

Kisses & Ribbons

What better day to write my first Hyunjin one-shot than on Valentines day <3

MDNI, OBVIOUS 18+, Smut warnings under the cut.

Word count; 2,301

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PSA FOR ASKS/REQUESTS: i WILL get around to posting everyone’s requests i’m just sorry if it takes a bit of time but whatever you request i’ll post it!! IM ALSO MAKING AN ANON LIST!! just send me anything & tell me what emoji u wanna be!<3

Any reblogs/ Comments are deeply appreciated<3 This is just complete smut with literally no plot.

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SMUT WARNINGS: Marking{f receive} Shibari, PIV, Use of vibrator, lots of praise, a few spanks, spit, creampie, lovemaking, quite fluffy, aftercare, oral {f receive}, experimenting, mention of safe word but not used, flavoured lube, subspace, multiple orgasms,

++ Hyunjin & Reader are married, non idol au, Hyunjin is still a hopeless romantic because DUHH.

You & Hyunjin are just back from a live Jazz music restaurant where you had both decided to spend valentines day, eating delicious food & slow dancing to the music surrounding you but cancelling out as you enjoy the closeness of your husband.

You both practically tumble through the door already kissing eachothers lips, his feeling like mini pillows against your own. You take off his long cream coloured coat & he takes off your matching one.

You both somehow make it to the bedroom before he softly places you on the bed, him following after you & his stomach on your chest, keeping his weight on his elbows & hands before breaking the kiss. "You still up for trying what we discussed, beautiful?" he asks, stroking your hair softly as his eyes glisten. You smile at him & lean up to kiss his nose & you let out an affirmative hum. "of course, i've been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it hunny" you say in a quiet voice, cheeks blushing. Hyunjin hums back at you & he disconnects himself from you, now standing up as he walks over to your shared wardrobe as he fishes out a red velvet box.

He walks over & places it on the bed, not opening it but instead looks back at you. "why not you get undressed for me baby, hmm?" He asks, his ears red & yours equally so. You undo your beige blouse & hyunjin settles himself behind you, helping you wiggle out of your black skirt & tights, kissing your shoulder & back of your neck as he does so.

Hyunjin takes his clothes off too after setting you back down on the bed, leaving him completely bare & you in your red lace thong & matching panties. Hyunjin crawls over you & begins kissing you, his knee in-between your core, your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you subconsciously begin slowly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. "You that desperate already baby?" he asks you, hand reaching to your core & cups it. "We can start now then pretty, as stunning as you look in this set, do you mind taking it off for me hm?" he asks you as he lifts himself off of you to reach for the red box still sitting unopened on the bed.

You wriggle your thong off your skin & unclasp your lace bra, your nipples getting hard instantly at the slight temperature change since the material has now came off. Hyunjin opens the box & pulls out a set of red rope with some pieces of ribbon still laying in the box. Your breath hitches slightly as your stomach gets butterflies looking at hyunjin, your husband, holding the rope in his hands. "Can touch it? I wanna feel it." You ask, holding your hand out, he hums & holds the rope out so you can take it as he sits down next to you.

"Are you definitely are you wanna do this sweetie? We don't need to if you're having any sort of second thoughts." Hyunjin says softly, taking the rope back off you as he leans in to your neck & gives your earlobe a couple of kisses. "Of course i want to, you know i'll tell you if i change my mind babe" you reply, eyes closing to fully take in how nice his kisses feel. Hyunjiin hums again & pulls away from your neck, your back shivering at the loss of contact.

"Okay, do you remember the safe word y/n? You can use it any time.. of course." His voice soft in tone, now straightening out the rope in his hands. "red. I won't forget." You blush as you watch hyunjins veiny hands feeling the rope. He smiles back.

"Okay baby, lie down for me for me please." You don't even think twice before crawling up so your head is on the pillows, hyunjin following behind.

Hyunjin begins tying the red rope around each of your limbs & torso, creating chriss-crosses in-between your tits, slightly pinching them before slightly manhandling you, flipping you on your back to finish the ties, kissing each inch of skin he covers. By the end, your hands are tied to your stomach, immobile, your legs connected to your hands so you're in a mating press & you have rope on the very insides of your thighs, causing a slight pinch & burn on your outer flaps. He grabs the ribbons that were still inside the box & ties them to your knees, one above your pussy & the other one on the bits of rope that cross over in-between your breasts.

Hyunjin finishes tying you up before standing up to admire hiss work & also to admire you. "Does anything pinch or hurt more than it should?" He questions, finger stroking your leg. "No, i'm fine to continue hunny." you reply, showing him a smile.

Hyunjin walks over to the bedside table beside you & pulls out some strawberry flavoured lube & a small bullet vibrator. He kisses you from the side which you gladly reciprocate, feeling extra needy. He walks around & crawls up the bed so his face is now at your now dripping cunt. "Look how wet you are jagi, my mouth is watering even looking at it.already swollen, your clit is peeking through already." He shoots you a smile & you blush instantly, getting a bit shy.

He flicks open the small bottle of flavoured lube & lets a few droplets drip onto your cunt which makes you flinch but the rope makes it impossible to move away. He opens his tongue & puts a bit of the lube on it before he moves down & takes a long, slow lick the entire way up your core, making you gasp as he lets out a groan. He pulls back to spit onto your core. "I don't know why i ate dessert earlier when i knew this can't be compared to anything on any menu in the world. Pussy is so plump & swollen because of the rope isn't it? You enjoy it this much hmm?"" He hums out, looking at you with his cat eyes. "Feels so good jinnie, don't stop, please." You tilt your head sideways to avoid the eye contact, getting shy of the position & helpless position you're currently in but he is quick to tug at one of the ropes up at your tits, making you jolt & you look back in his direction, eyes slightly watery from the burn. "Don't get all shy on me now, we're just getting started." He doesn't give you a chance to reply before he basically dives back into your folds.

He begins slurping, nibbling, kissing & straight up moans into your core which obviously sends vibrations to your clit, making you whine out even louder than hyunjins noises. He adds a finger into your wet walls & that tip you over the edge instantly, your legs try their best to shake despite the rope keeping you set in place as you come undone all down his fingers & tongue. You open your eyes as you come down from your high & realise hyunjin has been giving you kisses & sucking dark marks onto them while he waits. "Ji-jinnie need you, p-please" you pant out, still trying to catch your breath & tugging against the ropes holding your arms. "Soon, y/n, be patient. I'm not quite full yet mkay? let me show you how much i love you." you can't help but get butterflies in your stomach, despite being together for so long now.

You open your mouth to reply but the words get caught in your throat as he dives straight back into your cunt, letting his nose nudge against your clit repeatedly as his tongue now makes its way inside you, making you practically squeal. You try your best to jolt your hips away but also closer to his face at the same time, you don't even acknowledge the now buzzing vibrator now making noise until it presses against your completely ruined clit which makes you quite literally scream. "J-jin-baby too-too much!" you say, tugging against your ropes, to no use.

Hyunjin doesn't reply verbally as he now releases his tongue from your hole, your juices dripping off his tongue onto the bedsheets, joining the huge wet patch already formed on the bedsheets with the lube, spit & your juices. He drags the vibrator down from your clit & inserts it inside you as he now suctions his lips back onto your clit & begins wiggling his tongue & spitting his saliva all over your clit as he swears he can feel your clits heartbeat, at the same time he begins grinding his naked cock against the bed, getting some friction & stopping his movements every time he feels himself getting close. You are thrashing around, eyes watering & drool leaving your mouth, leaving you in a complete babbling mess.

Your next orgasm hits you before you can even warn him.. your orgasm making itself known by spraying all over the bedsheets, hyunjins face & in his mouth. He unlatches himself as you're legs are shaking uncontrollably & he smacks your thighs & red raw pussy, making you scream even more.

Hyunjin takes his breath back as he rests on his knees, looking at the state you're currently in, sweaty, drool everywhere, tears staining your cheeks, skin all red from where the rope has been rubbing against it, leaving marks he will be appreciating even after tonight & your cunt, red, pulsating & 1.5x the size it usually is.

He crawls up the bed so he is beside you,face still covered & glistening in your juices & rests his head on his hand as he grips your jaw to make you look at him. "You already floating hm? That's way faster than usual.. new record, you still wanna continue?" He asks, fingers still holding onto your jaw as he slithers his thumb into your mouth & you let him, tongue circling it slowly as you nod at his words, giving him the go-ahead.

Hyunjin gets off the bed before walking around to your side of the bed & he pulls you so your ass is against the edge of the bed & your head is in the middle. He drags his cock up & down your folds because he can't help but be addicted to the way you slightly gasp at his touch but too far in your own world to even properly react or flinch.

He spits onto his cock to lube it up that extra bit & then pulls out the vibrator, completely soaking wet as he turns it off & lays it on the bed. He pumps his cock once then lines it up to your folds before slowly pushing in.

He lets out a loud groan as his eyes snap shut & his head rises up to face the ceiling, trying his best to not blow instantly. He looks down at you to already see you looking at him, mouth slightly open as your eyebrows are slightly frowned, making faint noises. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you making noises, his much louder than yours, He wants.. needs to be closer to you so he unties your legs from where they're connected & he spreads them enough so he can lie forward, chests connecting as he begins kissing down your neck, whispering things in your ear. "so good for me hunny, trusting me like this.. you are the most beautiful person.. thing, in this entire existence, you.. feel s-so amazing my love, g'na cum in your..my pussy mkay?ffuck." He raises himself off your chest & stands back up, moving his now damp, sweat drenched hair out of his also sweat covered face.

He reaches down to tug on the rope against your tits again, dragging red marks into your flesh which makes him whine even more just simply at the sight. Your eyes are completely glossy as your tongue is rolling out of your mouth & your babbling incoherent words. Hyunjin reaches down to play with your clit again & you let out a choked louder whine at the feeling, twitching as you clamp around hyunjins dick as you come again, even stronger than the previous ones if that's even possible which makes Hyunjins hips stutter.

"cummin' around me b-baby? g-g-d you're a w-w-work of art, my own muse, gna cum, t-t-you feel too good." He grunts as he leans into you again, stroking your cheek & your hair s he cums inside you, biting down on his pink plump lips as his own orgasm shoots through his veins.

You both stay in this position for a few minutes, heavy breathing & little whimpers filling the room. Hyunjin uses the rest of his strength to pick himself up again & he begins untying you from the rope, kissing all of the red marks & soothing them with his fingers. He leans up & kisses your lips & tip of your nose before he grabs a damp towel he set on the dresser before the scene started & slowly wipes your cunt, cleaning it up & trying to help calm down some of the swelling.

He positions you back up so your head is on the pillows & comes up & lies next to you as he gets the bottle of water he had left in the bedroom & opens it & holds it to your lips. "cmon baba, you gotta drink this, hm? this took a lot out of you" he whispers in your ear, you don't reply but you part your lips for him to feed you some water which you swallow. He places the water bottle back on the bedside table & he cuddles into you, surrounding you in his warmth as he kisses all possible areas he can reach of you. "Happpy valentines day, my love" he says, kissing your earlobe, admiring you as your eyes shut, breathing now calming down as you nuzzle yourself in his chest, skin on skin as you're both still lying naked, no noise in the room except the clock ticking & your breathing.

[jeongtothein]

SKZ TEXTS : WHEN YOU SIMP FOR ANOTHER MEMBER

bsf! gen! reader x hyung line !! (platonically)

Got this idea from someone else but i don’t know their @ 😞😞

[skzthelomlhehe]

A lustful collab

Genre: music, fluff, smut, romance, slice of life.

Warnings: sexual descriptions (as the genre suggests)- fingering, harsh language, bleeding, first time, unprotected sex.

Description: In love with your voice he asks for a collaboration. You invite him to your studio but seeing how he was gonna be late you decide to do... Questionable things. And alas he walks in on you doing that cuz you're dumb and forgot to lock the fucking door and things get spicy hehe~

A/N: Heyy! This is my first time writing at Tumblr and also my first take on smut that isn't roleplay lmao the story itself is mostly fluff with smut in between. Hope it doesn't get too stretchy eeee- I literally came up with the plot while listening to connected fr and got even more inspiration from MOVIE by JUNNY srs! anyways~ hope this little delulu one shot can feed yalls delulu hearts~ also PS: A warning is given before the smut starts JUST IN CASE idk why I added it but I did lmao

Vibe with:

It was a beautiful autumn noon. Birds chirping, people probably at home napping or at work or whatever. The street was empty and you were inside your room working on your new song at your parents' house. After a while of humming and singing, you put down your guitar and took off your headphones before looking out the window of your room.

A quiet and peaceful afternoon painted with golden hues of the pretty sunset. Perfect time to record your song. So you decided to take your things which included your guitar, phone, a big tripod and a black foldable chair.

You headed out to the yard with your hands full of stuff barely managing your balance and not accidentally tumbling over and risking every bit of fortune you spent on your set up.

Upon reaching, you successfully manage to put down your stuff in the correct position which was unusual given your extraordinarily clumsy nature. But oh well, luck was just on your side. After you were done with all the silly little labor you finally sat in your chair and started recording. The melody flew gracefully, your guitar cooperated and didn't buzz as your hands guided each note, your voice obeyed your pleas and didn't crack but escaped your lips soft and smooth. The rhymes flowed by as if it were a river devoid of any bounds and for once you didn't feel disrupted or out of breath. Everything went down smoothly which was, once again, quite unusual given your tendency of taking a thousand takes.

All this while, your eyes remained shut as if naturally. You couldn't open them and frankly, neither did you want to. You preferred the soft breeze that tickled your skin, making your hair flow just the tiniest bit. As your song came to an end, you slowly opened your eyes and switched off the recording. Just as you were about to check the video you just took, you were startled by a soft clap followed by a deep, husky yet smooth voice. One that you knew a bit too well. "That was so beautiful! You've got an amazing voice, mate!" The voice spoke out. You looked up, utterly shocked thinking your ears were playing tricks on you. But when you did look up, your heart skipped a beat. In a good way obviously!

There he stood, an averagely tall man, eyes sparkling as if millions of stars were held in them, the dimples at the end of the corner of his smile made you feel like you would drown in them and you honestly don't complain. His hair curled perfectly into a neat fuzz. These details, you knew it too well. A bit too well. Christopher, a well known musician who was the heart throb of many. He's your idol, someone you look upto a lot and also the one who inspired you to go against your family's disapproval and start a career in music. If not for him, you wouldn't be here making music right now.

you quickly put down your guitar on the chair and grabbed your phone stuffing it in your pocket while rushing to him who was standing behind the fence out on the sidewalk. "O-oh gosh thank you...! You flatter me!" You said flustered. You could feel your face getting hotter. Shy? Embarrassed? Flustered? Anything that falls into the similar synonym spectrum, you felt it.

"I'm serious! You make a great deal of a singer." He said, his smile Perking up hiding his eyes. He extended out his hand in a gesture of a shake, "I'm Chris by the way. Just moved here a few days back, nice to meet you!" And almost immediately like the silly fangirl you were, you held his hand, albeit gently unlike those psychos who don't know personal space and bowed "I-I'm Y/N!! It's very nice to meet you too sir!" And with that you just buried your self-esteem deep inside the ground. Sir? Seriously? You could do better Y/N.

Upon blurting out whatever you said, you were met with a rather charming chuckle. You looked up to see the man in front of you laughing, still holding your hand and covering a teeny bit of his smile with his other hand. "You're a funny one, Y/N!" He said, still having the after effects of the little laugh. He let go of your hand, you felt a little disappointed when he did so but you didn't bother to make an expression out of it. "So it seems you live around here? Ive heard you sing but never really saw you before." He spoke, possibly making small talks. "Ah no I used to live here. This is my parents' house, I come by every other week. I live 3 blocks away actually." You spoke quite calmly even though there was a storm raging inside your mind. But no one needs to know that except you and me right? Moving on!

"Ahh~ I see~ well! We'll still be seeing each other some time, no? Can I have your number? I don't really have many friends my age round here." He pulled out his phone and held it in front of you expecting you to type your number in. "o-oh sure..!" You took his phone rather abruptly cuz once again you're clumsy cuz why not~ and typed your number in. You made a quick call from his phone and saved your number in his. You handed him the phone before taking yours out and saving it as well. "great! So I'll text later yeah? I gotta run now, but I'll see you later?" He spoke, looking at you expectantly. You just nodded with a bright smile. "That's that then! See ya, mate!" He cheerfully bid you goodbye, turning away and looking at you one last time with a wink and waving his hands in a peace sign.

That was when you went into a faze. And the next thing you know, you're lying in bed, your stuff neatly organized. "So uhh... I was singing in the yard, someone came, said I sang great, the someone so happed to be my fucking crush and idol and he asked me for my number and he said he'll text me... He... He asked... He ASKED FOR MY FUCKING NUMBER OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THIS A DREAM?!?!?!" After taking your sweet sweet time processing whatever happened you started kicking your feet like a teeny tiny little girl in Love even though you're a fucking (your age) year old woman. (Y'all freaky minors I see you so you better get going)

And then all of a sudden amidst your delulu moment, you get jolted awake to reality by a text notification. When you open your screen your face lights up into a bright ass smile, heart in your eyes and just- delulu all over again.

And just like that you snatched yourself a date (not really) with your favourite local artist! How lucky aren't you? Anyways~ you looked at the clock and it was 4:16 pm already. You rushed up, swifting through your closet only to find nothing wearable. "Do I really not have anything here??? Why did I take everything there with me ugh!!!!" You whisper yelled cuz after your little yelling sesh earlier the last thing you want is for people (especially Chris) to think you're crazy. After failing to find anything wearable you quickly grabbed your things and drove off to your studio.

After a lot of deciding you finally found an outfit you wanted to wear and quickly headed into the shower. And after managing to shower, get dressed, put make up on and do any other finishing touches you were finally ready! You took one last look at yourself into the mirror and felt extremely self satisfied. The clock showed 5:35 pm and it takes about 15 minutes to get there by taxi and the last thing you want is to be late. So you hurried down and got yourself a ride and right to the cafe you went.

You've been to this cafe for a good long while now. It was your favourite spot to chill and the bells attached to the door was always a calming welcome for you. This time although, that same ring sent shivers down your spine. And you didn't know why. You were, as usual, greeted by a gentle young man who was pleased to see one of the regulars back again.

"a single seat again?" He asked as you entered. You shook your head, "not this time boy! I've got company" and soon a giggle left your lips followed by a confused, curious and pleased 'oh?' from the man. He smiled and led you to a comfortable seat. A perfect seat is what you considered it. A big glassed window which gave the perfect view of the lit up streets outside. The cafe was warm and cozy like its name. You took your coat off and draped it over the chair lean before taking a seat. After few minutes of waiting which seemed like hours your clock showed 5:56 pm. You were starting to get worried. Was he gonna ditch you? Were you gonna get stood up by a person you admire so much?

As you let yourself spiral into your overthinking, you were brought back to reality with a knock on the wooden table, "hello? Anyone there? Earth to Y/N!" You looked up, blood rising to your face making it warmer. "A-ah yes! S-sorry about that. I sorta uh... Lost myself there, heh." You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear albeit quite faint. "Right, it's all good!" The man took a seat in front of you, "lovely view." He said, looking out the window. "Ah... Lovely indeed." Your awestruck fangirl eyes stayed glued to this man's face, observing every little detail. His beautifully curly brown hair, big lips that stretched into a smile, that deep and gorgeous dimple that dug at the end of the corner of his smile. Lovely... He was more than just lovely.

"So... Which one of the view is lovely here, exactly?" You didn't realise he was looking at you. His right elbow rested on the table while his tilted head rested on his palm, his face painted with a shimmering smile.

You were dazed by the view in front of you, "You..." You muttered, your head falling off your palms, "N-no I mean both! I mean- no- the outside- or like no uh maybe both? Uh- ah! I don't know!" You hid your face within your hands and heard a soft chuckle. That chuckle tickled your ears turning them bright red.

After much awkward blabbering you guys finally got down to business. Having discussed a few of the details, you guys agreed to meet on the weekends in your studio since his new studio wasn't fully done yet. You both decided to discuss further details and make a contract on Saturday at your studio.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye. Before you know it, you guys have had chatted endless conversations in the meantime. Gotten much more closer. And before you knew it, your phone display showed 8:35 AM on a Saturday morning. Chris was supposed to arrive at 12:30 pm, grab lunch with you and then work on the song.

You looked around realising your room was a total mess. You had 4 hours to clean everything up, shower and get ready and you were quite determined.

You cleared everything up, every Speck of dust lying around was removed in what felt like an instant. You quickly took an everything shower. Washing your hair, shaving, skincare etc etc everything.

After all was done, you checked your phone again. The time showed 12:23 PM. You felt content, giving your chest a light pat of approval. You put on some casual clothes and put up your hair into a messy bun. You patted on some powder, a little blush, tad bit of eyeliner and some soft lip tint to tie it all together.

Just when you were done with everything, you heard your door bell ring. Anticipation grew with each step you took running to your front door. "coming!" You yelled.

Opening the door felt like opening it to a beam of light. You were greeted by a warm smile and a "Hey, pretty!" In the softest most endearing tone youve ever heard. It was like music to your ears. You replied with a "hey handsome~" as a giggle left both your lips.

You knew better than to delude yourself but right now... For a tiny bit... You wanted to think this was more than just some collaboration and something perhaps a little more special. Although getting to Collab with this man was a great deal of honor in itself.

You guys drove to the restaurant in his car. The way his veiny hands glided on the steering wheel made you feel things. The way he spoke, the way he sat there driving, the way he laughed, the way the wind ruffled his hair ever so softy, everything made butterflies rage inside your stomach.

You guys vibed to some music, both singing in tune as he drove. At the restaurant you both chatted while waiting for the food. Chris, curious of the food you were having, took a small bite and regretted immediately with how spicy it was. He coughed "good- lords! How do you eat that?" You chuckled. "or you're just too much of a baby to handle even this little bit of spice? You even have food on your face!" "Eh? Where?" He scanned through the corners of his lips trying to wipe the food away. Watching him struggle, you took a piece of tissue and leaned in to wipe it for him. It felt like time stopped, like some kind of a cliche rom com movie. You both stared at each other for a few moments before he cleared his throat. You sat back down clearing your throat as well.

After the lunch, you both came back to your place. For a second it was awkward but that tension was soon killed as he initiated a small talk that dragged into a conversation.

Getting home, you both talked about the collab. You both jotted down a small contract that his manager would review later to confirm it. But you guys were too excited to wait for any of that and decided to start working on the song.

You both presented ideas you guys had come up with in the meantime. While he took a look at the sheet of printed paperwork you switched on your computer. Time flowed like a river with clear path.

"Should we make some alterations in that part?" He spoke, pointing his pen towards the lit up computer screen. "Which one? This?" You moved your cursor towards the line and selected it. "No not that one, the one below. Here this-" without much thought, his hand trailed to the mouse and placed right about your hand. He clicked the line he had originally pointed to, "I think we could make it a little more feely here-" he paused and realised where his hand was. He looked at you, your face flushed a cute shade of pink. Seeing you, his face, too, flushed in a soft blush before he abruptly took his hand away. "R-right yeah we uh we could do that"

You looked away, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you bit your lower lip feeling a slight sense of disappointment having him pulled away. His hand was big on yours, the warm weight of it felt comforting. You've had your hand held by a lot of people, family, friends, exes. But this particular moment made you feel like your hand was on fire and frankly, so was your entire body.

You felt a wet slick in your lady down there. You quickly excused yourself to the restroom. You had considered that maybe it was... Something else ... But you had thought maybe it was just your period coming a day earlier. But once you had made it into the restroom, you realised, it was, in fact, what you had anticipated and that anticipation was definitely not your period.

You went back, things seemed a tad bit awkward. You didn't like it. You didn't like it at all. You hated the tension that had been created just because of a trivial matter like mistakenly putting his hand on yours while reaching for the mouse. Although the tension was there, you guys still managed to get some work done. After a while, Chris got a call from his manager asking him to get home since it was already 9:12 pm.

Time sure flew. You wished time would stop so you could spend more time with him but you knew you couldn't. So you swallowed down your disdain and walked him to the exit bidding him goodbye. It was bitter, but it is what it is.

You went back in finding yourself in a faze again. You could barely make sense of anything that was happening. You saved the progress on your computer and went straight to bed because frankly, you didn't have any energy left for anything else.

(just imagine some spicy stuff cuz idk how to write a wet dream 💀)

The next day, you woke up to your kitty feeling extra soaked. You groaned thinking it was the after effects of the wet dream you just had. But to your utter surprise and absolute agony, it was none other than that annoying cousin you despised. That's right ladies, you got your period. Periodt.

You took a quick shower before cleaning up last night's mess. You knew your cramps were about to HIT today. And you dreaded it. You could barely move around the entire day because of the excruciating pain you were in. No wonder your sex drive was so high and you felt pain in your waist for the past week.

Time ticked to 6 PM and it was about time Chris arrived. And just on time, you heard your doorbell ring. You tried your best not to look too groggy. You opened the door to his bright smile again, all the tension out the window. You smiled back, your abdomen almost on the verge of busting.

"Hey... You alright?" He asked, his eyes glistening in concern. "Y-yeah... I just got my period today and the cramps are wild." You replied. "oh... Then... Should I leave? I mean-.. I don't wanna cause you any more pain" you couldn't believe how painfully nice he was. Gosh he was just... So considerate. But you didn't want to miss this opportunity. You didn't want to wait an entire week. "No! No it's okay! I can do it! Don't worry!" You blurted. "alright then. But let me know if you're in any pain ok?" He wanted to make you feel comfortable and just him being so considerate made you feel like you could get through a thousand cramps.

You nodded before letting him in. You guys started working on the song again. But unfortunately, as optimistic as you were before, you couldn't help but feel the pain resurface ever so often. The pain felt harder each time it returned. At some point you couldn't help but groan, clenching at your tummy.

"Are you... Are you ok? You don't look too good." He held your shoulder ever so softly. "Ye-yeah I just... Need to use the restroom real quick. I'll be back." "Sure, take your time."

Just as you were about to stand up, your legs gave out and you tripped. Chris, who was right there, happened to catch you in time. Had you fell, your head wouldve went straight to the corner of the table cracking it open. Your heart raced. But, you couldn't tell if it was out of fear or the fact that you were practically groping his chest. Or maybe it was both.

You got up in a rush, your head felt fuzzy. "ah im- im so sorry! I didn't mean to!" "No- no it's alright! You were about to fall so I just... It's okay I don't mind... I mean... Uhh I would mind if it was some random person who just got all over me without permission but uhh what I mean is it's alright I didn't think anything of it..." He looked away turning his head, his ears a bright red.

You hurried off to the restroom and locked the door. "Stupid stupid! You stupid girl! Agh why did you have to fall on him??" You whisper yelled. Your hands still felt warm from the sensation. Your nipples had perked up and you felt aroused out of your mind. But you didn't want to feel it. You didn't want to be a creep and make him uncomfortable.

Time skip ...

A month had passed now. You guys got even more closer now. In the meantime you had many more physical contacts that ignited sparks within you. The sessions didn't last in tensed awkwardness anymore and you guys were having fun.

You were checking out your calender as usual to check out if you had something important in the coming days. Your period for this month had ended two days ago, you were supposed to have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and the rent was due on Thursday. Everything was checked out. You looked at your phone that showed 10:34 am on a Saturday.

You suddenly get a text and your face brightens up when you see the sender of it.

If this was a while ago, you would find it illegal to even think of getting coffee with THE Christopher. Asking him to bring along coffee and having him treat you to pastry as an apology just would've felt illegal and a faraway day dream. But here we are.

You flopped down on your bed, scrolling through the gallery in your phone. It had endless pictures of Chris. Even more of him than you, your family and friends combined.

You squealed with every picture as you realised again and again how attractive he was and this very man was coming over every other weekend for a collab. It was just... So unreal to you.

{Warning: here the smut starts so if you're not ok with that please skip until you see a divider. Thank you.}

As you were thinking of all this, you found yourself feeling a tad bit aroused. You put your phone down as you glided your hand through your body gradually sliding in down inside your shorts.

You rubbed your clit that had been a swollen bud and your hole had been leaking ever since, thirsting for a little action. You pulled your shirt up revealing your breasts as they bounced and you pulled your pants down. Your pants hung by your ankle as you slowly rubbed your entrance gently.

It throbbed. It wanted more. You started thrusting your finger in. First your middle, then both your middle and ring finger and soon your index as well. You gradually became a moaning mess. Occassionally calling out Christopher's name under your breath as you fondled your boobs.

Oh how you wished he were here with you. As you were in your moments of pleasure laying unbeknownst of anything, a thud jolted you awake from your fantasy.

You looked towards the door of your room realising the clear view of your kitty you had put on to anyone who stood there. Horror overcame you as you realised who was standing at the door. Chris. His bag had fallen, possibly due to shock of seeing you like that.

His face was utterly surprised. You quickly closed your widely spread apart legs scrambling to hide but it just didn't work out. "h-how are you here?!" You asked, shame and guilt overcoming you. "We-well the door was unlocked and I called out to you but you didn't hear me an-and I just-" his face brightened red. You looked down unknowingly and realised he had a painful bulge that looked like it would pop out any moment now.

"y-you... Why are you..." You pointed, he looked down and quickly hid it. "I'm oh lords I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

As if your body moved on its own, you got off the bed and walked closer to him. He stumbled as you did, "wha- what are you-"

"don't you..." You shut him off, "don't you feel repulsed? You heard everything didnt you?" "I- I mean I did hear you... Calling my name but.. uh.. no no... I ... I don't feel repulsed... Not in the slightest!" He blurted out. You weren't usually the bold type but today, for some reason, you felt unstoppable. You took the bag of coffee from his hand and set it down on the shelf near the door. "So... You're turned on by what you saw?" He looked away turning his head before softly nodding. That nod in itself made you even bolder. You slowly glided your hands to his shoulders, letting your arms rest around his neck as you leaned closer making him flinch.

"Come on, Chris... Look at me..." You whispered. "N-no I..." "But... I want you to look at me." You looked at him with sparkly eyes. He looked at you clenching his fists trying his best not to lose himself.

"Do you... Want to touch me...?"

"I shouldn't..."

"it's not about should or shouldn't... Do you want to? Or not?"

He clenched his jaw, unable to speak anything. You leaned in closer to his face. "if you don't want it... Push me away right now..."

And with that, you leaned in even more. Both of your lips not even an inch away from each other. You could feel his warm breath against your skin. You felt so... So turned on. You'd have thought he would push you away. But to your utter surprise...

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in to a kiss. You flinched and were caught off guard but soon gave in to the passionate kiss. He was rushed, but not too much. It felt good. Your lips touched in perfect harmony. You mewled as you felt his tongue on your lips. Without any complaints you let him in.

Your tongues twirled in a beautiful rhythm. Your breaths clashed with each other. You grabbed onto him a little tighter, pulling him in towards the bed. He pushed you on the bed, kissing you again.

You broke the kiss, unbuckling his pants revealing his throbbing member. His dick was nice and long. Perfectly thick and girthy. You panted at the sight of it and your pussy throbbed. You wanted him. You want to take him.

You got up and pushed him down on the bed as you got on your knees. "Can I...?" You asked and he nodded biting his lips. You could see it in his eyes. Just how eager he was. He huffed as you blowed softly on his tip.

You rubbed it against your soft cheek making him groan. He was already overflowing with precum. You slowly glided your finger through his member. It both scared and aroused you to see his size and how veiny it was. It was throbbing and flinching every now and then.

"just... Do it alreadyy.." he begged and you couldn't wait to comply. You slowly started shoving it inside your face. Licking every bit of it. He threw his head back grasping onto your hair, pushing your head further down. You moaned again finding it incredibly hard to take it all in.

You choked as his tip hit the back of your throat and he let you go instantly. "Ah! Im sorry! Are you ok?" He asked pulling you closer to your face cupping your cheeks. "Yeah.. I'm.. I'm okay. I just don't have much experience with deep throating." You spoke still catching your breath. "it's ok if you don't want to. I don't wanna force you to do something you don't enjoy."

"no it's alright. I want to do it. So just relax." You went back to his groin. This time, taking it slow. Rubbing his member and licking the tip slowly preparing to him all in. Steadily you start putting it inside your mouth. It felt weird at first and you felt overwhelmed but you were determined. You wanted him to feel good.

It gave you immense pleasure when you heard his groans and moans. "Fuck baby you're so hot..." He moaned under his breath. That just aroused you even more. You went back up to his face, kissing him passionately. He pushed you down on the bed and took off his shirt.

Good lords that was the most sexiest and hottest thing you've ever seen. He soon made his way down between your thighs. First kissing your inner thighs along with soft bites that sent shivers down your spine. You yelped a moan when you felt his fingers circling your poor swollen bud and moaned even more when you found him licking it. You thanked your soundproof walls. You thanked yourself who worked endlessly to afford that soundproofing. It just meant you could moan as much as you wanted.

"Shit... Chris... Im... Fuck im so close...!" You mewled. He came up to your face, kissing you relentlessly again as if he was just going to devour you. "can... Can I put it in..?" He asked with these adorable puppy eyes. You felt his tip rubbing against your entrance. "yes.. god... Yes please... I need to Chris... I need you so much... Fuck just put it in already..." You moaned. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him. You needed him so bad.

"but... There's no condom? Should I go buy some?" He said pulling away and almost getting up. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer. "Fuck condoms just do it! Im safe." (A/N: please use condoms even if you're safe. Your partner might not be safe 💀)

And without much ado, he started shoving it in. It was your first time. You didn't expect it to hurt so much. A drop of tear trickled down your face as you gasped in shock. "agh... Ah fuck... Fuck fuck fuck that hurts ngh..." You cried. It hurt. It hurt so much. You could feel your hymen tearing apart. Blood trickled down your hole. "fuck... Im sorry... Just... A little more... I promise it'll feel better..." Chris reassured you. He pulled you into a tight hug kissing your shoulders and neck. You cried in pain. It was even more painful than you had imagined.

You wrapped both your hands and legs around him. It was painful, but you wanted to keep going. After a while, it was in. His whole dick was completely inside you, wrapped by your walls. "I'm in... Im in..." He huffed. A wave of relief flooded over you. It hurt, but it was starting to feel a little better now.

He gently started moving. Each thrust started making the pain leave your body. And before you knew it, you were overcome by pleasure. Once what was a cry of pain turned to cry of pleasure.

You moaned loudly over and over again calling out his name. "Fuck angh Chris...! Aah... That... That feels so good nngh.." you moaned.

He thrusted inside you, relentlessly. "good fuck baby you feel so damn good... Oh gosh you're so pretty... You're so beautiful... Fuck I love you so much..." He moaned back. You were caught off guard. "you... You what...?" Another tear trickled down your face. Your heart raced like crazy. "I... Im sorry but... I just happened to feel it I... I don't know..." He stopped thrusting feeling hesitant. You smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Why'd you stop, silly? I love you too... I always have... It feels like a dream to be here like this with you..." You pull him closer. He sniffles, his eyes teary and he smiles before kissing you and thrusting again.

He hugged you, kissing and sucking on your nipples leaving hickeys where only he can see. You suddenly felt a knot form inside your belly. And you knew what it was. "Shit Chris... Im... Im close... Im so close..." You mewled. "I'm... Im close too... Let's... Let's cum together yeah?" He groaned. "Yeah... Yeah let's do that..." You huffed.

Before you know it, his pace fastened and so did both of your grunts and moans. The room filled with noises you made and the noises of skin slapping, kissing and sucking.

And at last, that knot loosened and you felt yourself flinching and trembling and reached your climax. He quickly pulled it out and came on your belly before falling on you. Both of your pants unsteady. He turned to lay down on the bed, your head on his arm. "Fuck... That felt so good..." He huffed. "Yeah... It did.."

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{smut ends here lmao}

After a while of laying there and catching up on breathing. You both decided to take a shower together and clean up. Having done that, you both made your way to the bed and laid next to each other.

"So... You like me?" Chris asked as he caressed your head gently. In embarrassment, you hid your face in his mascular chest. "We-well... I've been a huge fan of yours for a while now and... I've always liked you but... Ever since we've met... I couldn't help but develop feelings more than that of a fan to her idol..." You replied shyly.

"that's... Quite nice to hear actually..." He smiled. You looked at him, your chin rested on his chest. "what about you?" You asked.

"hmm... I've actually seen you before. You performed in the 'Railway Bar and Restaurant' right?"

"Oh yeah... I did. Don't tell me... That was the first time you saw me?"

"I did! I was amazed by your performance. Shortly after I saw you all over my tok tik and tube-you (names are funny cuz I'm pretending to be funny hehe). I really liked the music you made and I wanted to meet your for the longest time. You caught my eye like none other. So when I met you again, I couldn't help but feel this... Attraction towards you."

Your face flushed red. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It felt like you were dreaming. "So... What are we now...?" You asked, unsure if you should ask to begin with. "I don't know... What do you want us to be?" He asked. "I... Kinda want us to date..." You spoke hesitantly. It felt illegal to ask him that.

But surprisingly enough again, he chuckled. "Sure let's do that." You looked at him in disbelief. He was smiling. And he wasn't lying. He wasn't kidding, he wasn't playing. He really wanted it too. You couldn't help but giggle. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and then on your lips.

Time skip again....

Another few months later, the collab was finally done and posted. It turned out to be a super hit. Both your and his fandom went crazy over it. At first you both wanted to keep your relationship private but one day a fan saw you guys on a date in a cafe. You were scared his fan would be mad and throw a tantrum but what you didn't expect was that she would start squealing and saying how she was expecting it because of the collab.

A few weeks later you guys came out public. There were two sides of the fans. One side was toxic. They bashed you both for the choice you made. But the majority were nice and supported your decisions.

It was overwhelming, to say the least, but you guys were together and that's what mattered. Both your families loved each other as well. Although your family was a bit hesitant at first, they soon caved in to both your career and your relationship.

Things were looking up and you were happier than ever. Your face was all over different social media platforms, in a good way. Your popularity increased significantly and people loved the music you made.

Now the rest of the story? That's for you to write :3

This is the end of "The lusfut Collab" and I hope you guys enjoyed it! See you again with another oneshot! Byeee!

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐥𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩! ᯓᡣ𐭩

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ ᥆𝖿 mᥣm + ᥴᥒᥴ/ძᥱᥲძ ძ᥆᥎ᥱ + ᑲ᥆ᥡ⍴ᥙssᥡ 🍘 #rating: mature !  

genre: smut, romance

warnings — mature content, sexual content, sensation play, body worshiping, cnc, fingering, clit / tip play, hitting, praise

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𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉/𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’�� 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗍. 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈. 𝗂𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍/𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑. 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌–𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪𓈒 ⁺ 🐅 ⸝⸝ ❜

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𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍. 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇? 𝗃𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀? 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍 ��𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍. ㅠ 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗁𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍. ��𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍. °‧⋆ .ೃ࿔* : ･

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𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. >< 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗀, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈. 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄/𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆. 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄/𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

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𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄-𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾. 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 ���𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

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LONG TO READ .ᐟ

𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂��𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗉, 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗅. 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖿𝗍. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗌, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗁𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌 ++ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌.

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𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍? 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝗇𝗈. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄?? 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖦𝖮𝖣𝖣𝖤𝖲𝖲, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 / 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 / 𝗍𝗂𝗉, 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒, 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗐𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗌. 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌. 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑’𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁. 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑’𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑’𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐-𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒.

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𝗂 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗒𝗉. 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒, 𝗂 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗐, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗎𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒. 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉, 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 ��𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖻 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌.

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𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌. 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖿𝗍. 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

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𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋. 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌. 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾– 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉.

ah here's another draft lol

[princessbubblegumsstuff]

Make up and Melodies - series masterlist

genre(s) ➤ angst, fluff, smut, idol au, love triangle, make up artist x musician

pairing(s) ➤ han jisung x fem.character, hwang hyunjin x fem.character

warning(s) ➤ smut, self love issues, cheating, past traumas, miscommunication, secrets, explicit language

summary ➤ What happens when you receive a dream offer from your childhood best friend right when you need it the most? Amelia decides to change her entire life thanks to Felix, moving to a foreign country, starting her career and finally letting go of her past. But nothing goes as smoothly as it might seem at the beginning. Everyone has their own secrets and the past has a habit of following us everywhere…

  ✩ Chapter one

 ✩ Chapter two

 ✩ Chapter three

 ✩ Chapter four

 ✩ Chapter five 

 ✩ Chapter six

 ✩ Chapter seven

 ✩ Chapter eight

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞meeting his boys

✰ pairings : idol bf!chan × fem!reader

✰ genre: fluff, crack and romance

✰ word count: 1k+ words

the sound of the door unlocking grabbed your attention. a smile itself plastered on your face when you heard the familiar voice, "hey angel!"

walking over to him, you threw your arms around him trying to engulf him, but instead his huge figure engulfed yours.

"hello christopher," you said greeting him with a mocking smile making him whine.

"christopher? seriously out of all the names you could've chosen?" he let out an exasperated sigh but smiled nonetheless and planted a kiss on your forehead. taking off his shoes he began to walk upstairs meanwhile you made your way to the kitchen reheating the food.

a good 25 minutes later you both ended up on couch, entangled in each other's arms. one of his arms held you in his embrace, whilst the other played with your fingers.

"baby?" he questioned abruptly making you hum and turn to look at him properly.

"you are finally meeting the boys tomorrow! how do you feel?" upon his question you blanked out. surely, you knew them very well. you had been with chan for over 7 months now and every time he brought up the topic of meeting with the boys, you came up with an excuse. it's not that you didn't want to meet them, it's just that you thought they may think that you're not enough for him. plus, they were idols. what if they don't like you? what if you mess up tomorrow? as if on cue Chan turned to you and raised an eyebrow almost as if heard your thoughts.

chan knew you well. very well. he knew that you get worried too easily and often end up overthinking. which is why he's always there to help you out.

"angel," he says, grabbing your hands and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles,"i promise they're the total opposite of what you're imagining. they are so excited to meet you, y'know that? in fact jeongin and felix even came up to me yesterday to ask about your likes and dislikes!" the moment you heard this you chuckled. chan's eyes always had a way of telling his true feelings.

whenever he talked about his boys, he had that sparkle in his eyes. right now, he looked the same with a soft smile on his face and a warm look in his eyes.

"and what did you tell them?" you narrowed your eyes in a challenging way making him giggle.

he grabbed you by your waist and brought you closer to him,"well I said she loves flowers and chocolates, the white one. i know you hate bitter stuff. but above all, you love a certain guy named bangchan," he said with a teasing smile on his face making you cup his face.

"do I now?" you retorted, making him yell out an offended 'hey!'

"but in order to meet the boys we should go to sleep now honey," you muttered running a hand through his messy hair making him nod like an obedient child.

the moment you two entered the bedroom you threw yourself on the bed and sighed out loud but chan plopped down on you, placing his head on your tummy with a dramatic sigh of relief.

“work was tiring today y'know? not like usual, we practiced for like 3 hours and the boys suggested that i go out with them for dinner but i said no. you know why? because my pretty girl was waiting for me. and how could i make her starve?” chan hummed lazily, words barely audible due to the volume of it and the fact he was muffled by your pyjama t-shirt. when he talked you felt vibrations spreading through your body, stomach filling with butterflies… maybe also because of the nickname he used.

"baby," you mumbled out tiredly and threw your leg over his and hid your face in his chest. "g'night."

the last thing you heard was a good night in return before chan's arms rubbed your back soothingly making you drift to sleep automatically.

the next day was exhilrating to say the least. chan texted you about 15 minutes ago saying he'll be there to pick you up in some time. grabbing everything you require you make a beeline to the parking lot where you spot chan.

he giggled seeing you look so worked up and squeezed your hand as if reassuring you everything is gonna be alright.

the moment you and chan stepped into their dorm you were welcomed with chaos. the boys, i mean his boys all had huge grins on their faces as they looked back and forth between you and chan.

"woah even i don't receive that kind of welcome," chan says out loud with a visible pout on his face making you chuckle.

"guys this is-" before chan could continue felix and jisung wrapped you in a tight hug making your eyes widen.

they surely were different from what you expected.

"it's so nice to finally meet chan's angel," minho smirked, making felix and jisung snort as they moved away. chan blushed making his ears turn red and he looked away to calm himself down.

"honestly this man wouldn't shut up on how-" before changbin could continue chan slapped a hand over his mouth with a nervous chuckle.

it felt weird. weird in a good way. it felt comfortable to be there with them. on the couch with the boys while you all watched finding nemo. you were cuddled up to chan from one side and the other side was occupied by felix who felt extra happy today.

you got to know the boys well, had a chat with every one of them but a single sentence said by hyunjin still echoed in your ears.

"thank you so much for coming into chan's life! there's an unusual glow on his face ever since he met you and all of us are so happy for both of you."

at the same time your eyes meet up with hyunjin who sat on the floor and he passed you a wink before motioning you to keep quiet. slowly and sneakily, hyunjin, seungmin and jeongin got up and sneaked behind chan and screamed loudly, making him yelp in surprise.

is this what happiness sounded like? you squeezed chan's hand, very thankful that he introduced you to these amazing people.

but perhaps, the fun has just started.

[lovechanlixx]

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[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Synopsis: A marriage that is only valid for a year as per his contract. Once it's over, he is happy to let her go. Or is he not...? Find out what happens ;)

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 1

Aria

The warm scent of the vanilla candle spread across the room filling my senses as I came to reality from my thoughts that this really is happening.

I was in the bride's room, sitting in front of the mirror as my sister did my make-up and my mom prepared my gown. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life. Walking down the aisle and getting married to the most handsome man I've laid my eyes on.

He was perfect in every way a family wanted in a son in law. Smart, heir to Aurelius; a high luxury fashion and lifestyle brand company, reserved and knows when to speak.

My last relationship ended in the worst heartbreak possible, I lost every ounce of interest in dating and marrying the man I will fall in love with.

But I agreed to this marriage under my soon to be husband's insane agreement no woman will ever accept. Regret began to claw my mind as the last night's memory replayed in my thoughts.

The night before the wedding...

The tension in the atmosphere was thick and unfamiliar. The man sitting in front of me, his cold demeanour sent shivers down my spine. Everything about him felt perfect outside, but he has a heart made of ice, not even the sun's hot temperature could melt it down. His leg was shaking beneath the table, he was pinching the bridge of his nose before he sighed heavily.

"I'll get straight to the point" he said, looking at me straight in the eyes, his gaze was burning with anger or irritation. "I am not interested in getting married this young but I am doing it for the sake of my father and I believe so are you?" He asked me, his voice thick like gravel with a heavy Australian accent.

"Yes. I am not interested in marriage or getting a partner at this moment either but I agreed to this for the sake of my parents- They want me to get married" I said looking at him and my eyes fell on the glass of whiskey on the table.

"Good, then I have one thing to tell you before I marry you tomorrow" He said, his voice serious, a stern edge cutting through the tension in the room. I looked up at him as he slid a document that looked like a contract-

"I want you to sign here that you are agreeing to get married to me only for a year. When the year ends, we will separate and go our own ways. Seeing that neither of us want this, I feel like this works for us"

My eyes widened in horror. A year? My mind raced with thoughts of what this meant for both of us, and for our families. I picked up the document with trembling hands, scanning the text quickly. The terms were clear, leaving no room for misinterpretation. It was a marriage of convenience, nothing more, with a clear expiration date.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked, my voice shaking as I tried to swallow the thick lump formed in my throat, threatening to choke me. "What about our parents? They don't know about this."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair and gulping down the last sip of his whiskey, his frustration palpable. "They don't need to know. This arrangement is for us, not them. They'll be happy thinking we're married, and in a year, we'll part ways amicably. It's the best solution."

The room suddenly felt smaller, as if it was trying to crush me within the walls. "What if they find out? Or have other expectations?"

"We'll deal with that when the time comes," he said dismissively, his gaze unwavering. "Right now, we just need to get through this year. After that, we're free."

Free. The word echoed in my mind. Was I really ready to be tied down, even temporarily? A temporary wife to a man that doesn't value the definition of marriage? But backing out now would mean disappointing my parents, facing their inevitable heartbreak, confusion and disgrace in front of the guests.

"Alright. I'll sign this" I finally said, whispering so low, my voice was barely audible to my own ears.

He slid a pen across the table, I picked it up, my hand hovering over the paper. I was signing away a part of my future, a part of my life, even though it was only for a year, my heart clenched in my chest tightly, it hurt. As if someone was squeezing it without mercy despite my pleading.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed the pen to the paper and signed my name, the ink sealing my fate.

"Good," he said, his tone remaining rough. "We'll make this work. For our families."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and dread. Tomorrow, I will be a bride. Not out of love, but out of duty. A temporary wife. And in a year, I would be free again. At least, that was the plan. As I stood up to leave, he called out my name, I turned back to look at him, trying to hold back the frustration.

"One more thing," His eyes locked with mine. "No one can know about this. Understood?"

I nodded, the thought of living a lie for an entire year made my stomach churn, the drink I had an hour ago threatened to make it way back up.

"Good. See you tomorrow at the altar"

I walked out of the room, my mind racing in a tornado of thoughts. Tomorrow, everything would change.

And in a year, it would all be over.

My mind came back to reality again when my mom gently touched my shoulder, indicating it's time to get dressed in the gown. I looked at her face, her eyes held happiness and excitement, unaware of the turmoil inside me.

I forced a soft smile. The weight of the contract I signed last night still ate me alive. As I slipped into the elaborate, gorgeous white gown embodied in crystals, its incarnate lace and beadings felt like chains rather than a celebration of love or any feelings at all.

The bridesmaids fluttered around me, adding the final touches and adjusting the veil, their voices were a distant hum, I was drowning in my racing thoughts.

One year of pretending. Pretending that I am happy with this man. How can I get through it? Could I keep up with the charade without slipping?

The questions gnawed at me but there was no turning back now. I had the time to turn back last night but now I have signed my life away. Well, at least only for a year according to the contract.

The next moment, I stood at the entrance of the chapel, the heavy wooden doors towering above me. My heart pounded in my chest, I could swear it would break through my ribcage. The chatters and murmurs of the guests seemed to merge into one enormous roar, growing louder by each passing second.

My father appeared next to me, he took my arm, his grip was firm but comforting. "You look beautiful darling", he whispered in a soft tone, filled with a mixture of pride and concern.

The voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to tell my father that this is all a lie, about the contract, but I couldn't bring myself to tell those words to him. Instead I forced a smile and nodded at him, unable to trust my voice.

The large doors swung open, the music from the grand piano started playing as my father and I stepped into the chapel. The sudden shift from the chaotic noise to the serene, harmonious melody inside was almost surreal.

As we walked down the aisle, I could feel the weight of the gazes on me, each step making my heart race faster. I looked up in front of me, my husband was standing with his hands clasping in front of him, wearing a crisp navy blue suit, his hair was pushed back and dyed brown, 7 men standing beside him, all of them wearing the same matching suits their expressions a mix of joy and solemnity.

My father's grip tightened as we reached the end of the aisle, he whispered words of encouragement, barely audible over the gentle strains of the piano. I glanced at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears and pride.

My heart swelled with emotion, knowing how much this day meant to him as well. As we reached the altar, my father lifted my veil, fully revealing my face to my husband, unaware that I'll be living with this man in front of me only for a year.

He didn't even smile at me, his icy cold demeanour froze me stiff as I stood there, we turned towards the officiant as he cleared his throat, bringing our attention to him.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." but I couldn't focus on his words. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

The year-long agreement hung heavy over me, a stark contrast to the joyous occasion it was supposed to be. I stole a glance at my husband, his expression unreadable, a mask of indifference that sent a chill down my spine.

"Do you Bang Christopher Chan, take Aria Evelyn Scott to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

There was a brief pause. The chapel seemed to hold its breath, the silence almost deafening. My husband's eyes met mine, locking his angry brown eyes with mine before he replied,

"I do."

The officiant turned to me, "Do you Aria Evelyn Scott, take Bang Christopher Chan to be your lawfully wedded husband...?"

"I do," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.

The officiant smiled gently. "May we now have the rings?"

One of the groomsmen stepped forward, his beautiful blue hair and freckles outshining his suit, handing the rings to the officiant. He blessed them before giving one to my husband.

He took the ring and held my hand above his and slid the ring onto my finger. His touch was cool, but the metal of the ring felt colder. I took the other ring from the officiant, my hands trembling slightly, slipping the band onto his finger. The officiant's smile broadened.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

My husband took one step closer to me and leaned in, he held my face and brushed his lips against mine. His lips were soft and he tasted like whiskey, I swallowed hard when he pulled back. The chapel erupted in applause, but I felt detached, like I was watching someone else's life unfold.

My bridesmaid handed my bouquet of white tulips back to me, my husband held his arm to my side and I slipped my hand in, looking at the crowd, my parents and in laws watching us with emotion and pride filled in their eyes.

As we walked down the aisle, my hand holding his arm, his eyes never met mine after we exchanged our vows. I wondered how I would endure the next year. I drew strength from my father's earlier words and the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change.

But for now, I had to face the uncertain path ahead, one step at a time.

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Hello my lovelies! I'm glad to see that you have made it to the end of Chapter 1 of "Thawing his Heart" 🖤 First of all, I wanna thank you for checking out this story and making it to the end🫶🏻 I hope you liked it and will continue reading the upcoming chapters.

Leave your comments and let me know what you think. I always appreciate feedback and valid criticism. This story has a lot of inspiration from movies I've watched and books; especially from a Bollywood movie from the 2000s, my favourite books and others. I wanted to put a mix of everything that heavily inspired me to create something of my own.

I'm hoping to make this story to the end at least, unlike my last one which wasn't fully successful ^^;;

This story is entirely FICTIONAL. Stray Kids are merely fictional characters in this story, none of this represent their real personalities and behaviours. All of the inspiration credits go to the respectful authors and artists.❗

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Thank you for reading!

xx, Ivyy

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