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dreamescapeswriting · 1 year ago

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Dirt Bikes and Bets ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

PAIRING: Boy racer!Chan x Fem!Reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fast paced, first dates, first kiss, crying, arguing, cute, fluffy ending

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Dirt filled the air around you as you let out a small cough, shaking your pom-pom free of all the dust that it was now caked in. Sounds of engines erupted around you as you stared around at all the different groups of people that had gathered at the tracks today and you smirked a little. You knew your brother was about to kick all their asses - as he usually would - and you couldn't wait to rub it into a certain someone's face later.

"Looking a little lost there, little lamb." The Australian accent sent shivers down your spine and all you wanted to do was throw something in the direction it came from, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that he got on your nerves. Christopher, mother fucking, Bang. One of your brother's biggest rivals and the man that really annoyed you to the point where it should be illegal for you to be in the same space as one another. You turned around slowly to face him and you wanted to slap him for wearing such a smug look on his face. You knew why he was looking so proud of himself, that small "nickname" was the same one he'd given to you over a year ago now.

Things were dirty around you, you had no idea where your brother had run off to but you'd been determined to find him without stopping and asking anyone about it. It was your first race with your brother, and the two of you decided to do a whole tour of the country with the company that was sponsoring your brother. Why did he have to leave you in the car to come and find him alone though? The two of you had agreed to go together and yet he'd walked off the second he'd seen some brunette with a mini skirt on.

"You look lost, little lamb." A thick Australian accent came out and your legs practically became jelly as you turned around to see who it was coming from. A man stood in front of you, a helmet tucked under his arm as he glanced you up and down with a smirk on his lips. There was no denying just how hot this man was, black hair which was slightly long for him and thrown around in every which direction. A scar on his left eyebrow, that left a gap between the hairs, and his eyes could stare into your soul leaving you empty if he wasn't looking at you. The man was so hot he could melt butter with one look and you whimpered, trying to find your voice.

"Not lost," You mumbled, stepping to the side thinking that you must have been in his way but he didn't move, he just laughed dryly and stared at you shaking his head a little.

"Right. Chain bunnies don't usually stand down here," He grumbled, it took a minute for the words to fully register in your mind.

"What the fuck did you just call me?!" You yelled out as he started to walk away from you, scoffing as you stood in front of him and putting your hand on his chest to stop him from going anywhere. The look he was giving you, you could practically feel judgment dripping from it.

"I called you a chain bunny, or did I miss the memo where you guys go by a different name now?" He stared you down and you scoffed at him. He was probably the type to talk to girls like this all the time and enjoy watching them run away but he picked the wrong kind of girl to start with today. You weren't the shy and timid little girl that would run and cry the second she was called something nasty.

"Do I look like a fucking Chain bunny to you?" You questioned, folding your arms over your chest as you tried to control the way your heart was pounding against your chest. The last thing you wanted to do was to cause shit with someone at your brother's race track, but this guy was heading the right way for a punch.

"You all look the same to me," He laughed and you rolled your eyes at him and shook your head, there was no way you were going to stand here and take shit of some random stranger when he didn't know you.

"Had enough of them, have you? Fucking man whore." You grumbled, staring over at his shoulder and seeing your brother making his way over you smiled at him waving him over sooner.

"You ready?" Your brother questioned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a small hug, you relaxed a little having him closer to you. At least the ass in front of you might calm down a little if he saw you clearly weren't a "chain bunny".

"You might want to tell your little groupie, that from now on, she's to stay in the back where she can't be spotted," Your brother's grip on you tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself under control, your blood was boiling by this point and you were holding back the urge to scratch his eyes out.

"Actually, she's my sister. Yn. Yn, this is Bang Chan," You knew the name as soon as it left his mouth, Christopher...The man that had gotten your brother into racing in the first place and it turned out he was a massive asshole. God, how had you not recognised him from all the press conferences your brother was constantly watching, not to mention all of the posters he used to have up around his old room.

"Sister? Hmm, does she come to every race?" Chan questioned, directing his question at your brother as if you weren't standing right there so you smirked, answering before your brother had the chance to.

"SHE's standing right here and yes I do," You mumbled staring at him as he stared at you, both of you staring back at one another like you were in a silent battle to see who would look away first.

"BOYS! Let's go!" A voice boomed out, Chris walked away first and you clenched your fists at your side trying to ignore the way he made you feel so angry.

"Such a pretentious ass," You hissed, shaking your head as you took in some deep breaths trying to calm yourself down.

"You don't like him?" Your brother asked sarcastically making you lightly shove him, as he let out a laugh and stumbled backwards slightly.

"He implied I was a groupie." You reminded him as he shook his head at you, he knew you must have said something back and he was dying to know what.

"What did you call him in return?" He smirked arching his brow at you as you folded your arms over your chest,

"I called him a man whore," Your brother erupted in laughter before shaking his head, kissing your cheek and rushing off to go and find his starting position.

"Not lost," You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to see your brother already getting his bike ready for the final checks that the racing company were going to be performing. Every race was the same, the racers would bring their bikes for final checks by the company before they were placed into their positions. Sure, there were some other complicated matters but you didn't bother yourself with the ins and outs of everything.

"Shame, I would have loved to show you around," He whispered in your ear, his hand lingering on your back a second longer than it should have but you didn't cringe at the feeling of it and you hated yourself for it. How dare your body betray you the way it did whenever Chan was around you. The two of you didn't have a friendship with one another, in fact, you could only bare to be around him for so long before you'd want to run away from him.

"Get away from me," You hissed out, stepping away from his touch and dusting off your back as if he'd actually left "cooties" on you. The two of you were constantly facing off with one another, he thought he was better than he was and was convinced you were in love with him. Which couldn't have been further from the truth. You would bicker with one another all of the time but Chan took it as a silent crush that you had on him,

"We both know you love my hands on your body." He winked at you, his lips tugging up at the corners as he slowly realised what you were wearing. It was a short cheerleading outfit with your brother's bike number on the back, the colours all matching the black and red bike and it looked great. Though he couldn't help but imagine how much better it would look with his number splashed across your back,

"Did I enter an alternate universe? Or did that last bike crash fuck your head up that badly?" It was harsh to bring up the last race where Chan came off his bike but you knew it was the quickfire way to get him to shut up and leave you alone.

"I'm going to win this race for you baby," He told you as you scoffed at him. Ever since your brother had started the racing circuit Chan had always placed in second compared to your brother and he hated it but at the same time, he kind of loved it. Being able to race against your brother always gave him the chance to get on your nerves and wind you up a little.

"Please, you and I both know you'll never win against my brother," You smirked slyly at him and he chuckled a little, he had a new bike now which meant he was ready to push it to its limits and he was ready to try and push yours too.

"Care to wager against that, little lamb?" He chuckled, watching you as he knew you could never resist a bet when it came to your brother's racing. He'd already heard you make bets with other racers for the last few weeks,

"How so?" You quizzed, your eyebrow-raising as you looked at him suddenly very interested in what he was saying.

"If I win, I get to take you out, if your brother wins...I'll do whatever you want." Your ears picked up as you thought about it. There was no way Chan was ever going to be able to beat your brother, the last year had proved that exponentially and you smirked stepping closer to Chan. Your chest pressed against his,

"The moment you beat my brother I'll go out on a date with you, which...Will be never," You smiled sweetly, patting his chest before turning to walk away but his hand wrapped around your wrist gently and he tugged you into his chest. Your heart raced as you stared up at him, your body once again betraying you as you felt yourself getting weak being this close to him, but you didn't let it show, you hid it deep down.

"If I win, I get a date and you have to wear my colour and number at the next race," He looked down at you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip at the single thought of you in his colours. You pulled your hand free from his grasp and smirked at him, there was no way he was going to win and you could have fun making him do whatever you wanted when your brother beat him,

"Deal." You told him, shaking his hand as you laughed a little,

"Try not to crash and burn this time," You told him as you smirked, winking at him before walking in the direction of the stands, getting your camera ready for the moment your brother would crush Chan into the dirt.

Only the moment never came, your brother came in close second and Chan was first, not only was he first but he was making his way over to you instead of going to the winning podium.

"I'll pick you up at six tonight," He smirked, his eyes lingering on your body as you stared back at him, your chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. There was no way he should have beaten your brother,

"How did you win?" You questioned, throwing the pom-poms onto the floor and staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation as to where this newfound race energy had come from. You knew he'd gotten a new bike but he couldn't have gotten it done to be better than the other bikes, it was cheating.

"I'm that good." He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder once his name was called, it was time for photos and he needed to be on the podium holding the small trophy and answering questions. But he couldn't resist the urge of getting to come over here and winding you up about the date he had with you that night.

"Bullshit. You cheated..." You accused and his smile dropped from his face. That accusation would get him into a lot of shit and he didn't need that, the last thing he would ever do was jeopardise his career with a chance of beating your brother. He'd won because he was better, simple as that.

"Baby. I don't cheat." He smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't have another care in the world.

"It must have been the sheer imagination of me getting to spend time with you that gave me the drive and determination to beat him." You were seething with anger, he must have cheated somehow and you stared over at your brother who was still all smiles as if he didn't care...Which he didn't. Racing had never been about winning for him, he still got paid as long as he finished in the top three and that was mostly all he cared about, that and getting to race which was what he loved to do.

"I hate you." You grumbled at him, making your way out from the stands and going in the direction of your brother, Chan hot on your tail as he walked behind you and chuckled.

"Now, now, baby girl, you're mine tonight. Wear something...Black," He'd already planned everything out he was going to do with you tonight and he wanted you to be dressed appropriately for it. Not to mention he was dying to see you in those black jeans you'd worn to the last press conference, God, he was still dreaming about them.

"You're going to tell me what to wear?" You questioned as he chuckled softly, nodding his head even if you couldn't see him right now.

"Jeans, maybe something flat on your feet. I would suggest a skirt but I'm not one to put out on a first date," He laughed dryly, rushing in front of you and going to stand on the top of the podium next to your brother,

"Good race, I look forward to the next one," Chan told your brother as they shook hands, both of them laughing among one another. While you and Chan didn't get along the best, he and your brother had quite the bond with one another which drove you slightly crazy. Especially when they would hang out in the hotel room together while you were there, you could always feel Chan's eyes on you and it drove you wild.

Maybe it was because you found him attractive and hated him that it drove you up the wall, or maybe it was the fact that you might have liked him...just a little but would never do anything about it. You'd made a vow after the last guy you'd dated that you would never date another racer for as long as you lived, and maybe even in your next life as well. They brought too much drama to the relationship, too much heartache and you weren't going to start falling for another boy just for him to rip you apart like the last one did.

"What is this place?" You questioned as a waiter took your jacket as well as Chan's, taking them away and leaving you both alone inside the gazebo alone. It was in the middle of some park that Chan had driven you both too, on the back of a real motorbike and not some dirtbike that he would race. To your surprise, he'd driven very carefully and made no comments about your arms being around his waist but this park was incredible. The wooden gazebo was lit up by fairy lights everywhere, inside was a single white table, with a dinner set up on top of it. It was like something straight out of a romance novel and you weren't sure what Chan's angle on this was going to be.

"A park, didn't you see the jungle gym area as we walked in?" He smirked, pulling out your seat and waiting for you to take a seat and as you did you stared at him.

"I mean, you could have taken me anywhere, made me do anything and you choice a romantic night under the stars?" You gestured around you, this wasn't something you would have imagined Chan doing and you could barely believe it was even happening as you were doing it now.

"What would you rather I have you do? Dirt bike racing as a date? Taking you fishing?" He laughed, sitting across from you, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. When he won he knew exactly what he wanted to do, he wanted to "woo" you and show you exactly the kind of man he was going to be if you were to take him seriously.

"No...I just-" You let out a small sigh as you looked at him, you probably shouldn't assume things about him.

"I didn't think this would be your kind of thing," You shrugged this time and Chan frowned, leaning on the table as he stared at you. He was interested to see what you really thought of him and tonight was the night he could try and get it out of you.

"What do you think my "thing" is, exactly?" Your mouth was suddenly dry and you shook your head.

"Bike guys, they like racing...they like going to car meets, they don't care what their date wants to do." Was it wrong to assume most of them were the same? Yes. But in your experience, 80% of them had been the same, except your brother who seemed like one of the decent racers...As far as you knew anyway. Chan stared at you for a couple of seconds, studying the way your face contorted as you spoke about other "bike guys" It was obvious someone had hurt you and the thought of it made his heart drop.

"Who did you date that was like that?" Your eyes snapped in his direction and you laughed dryly, playing it off as though it was nothing.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled, picking up the menu in front of you, noticing that it was a set course all of which happened to be your favourite meals and you frowned. How did he know all of this about you?

"You can bullshit your brother all you want, but I can tell. I read you like a book, Yn." Your eyes slowly looked back at him and you choose to be defensive about it, it was going to be the only way you were going to come out of this "date" without falling for him.

"You probably couldn't read a kid's book, Chris." You hissed out but the smirk on his lips only grew as he watched you. Tonight was going to be fun if you were going to continue to bite back at everything he said to you, something he loved doing with you. The bickering only drove his desire for you more intense and he adored getting to go back and forth with you.

"You're hot when you're mad at me,"

"You know what, I should just leave." You went to stand up, the chair dragging on the floor but you stilled as Chan stared at you with a darkened look in his eyes.

"We made a bet, baby girl, sit." You slowly sat back down, putting a napkin onto your lap as the first course was being bought out to the table and placed down in front of you before the waiter left without saying anything.

"You cheated, I know it." You mumbled, picking up the tiny fork and starting on the first course of food. Chan wanted to wipe that one thought out of your head and he would do anything to prove it to you, even if it meant taking you to see his bike and having someone inspect it to just prove it to you.

"I told you, it was the determination to get to spend a wonderful night with you. Something I've wanted for a long time," He said before putting some food into his mouth but you stilled as you thought about it. Why was he so intent on getting to go out with you? What was so special about him spending time with you?

"Why? Is there some bet with the guys to see who can get me to go out with them first? Or is it some bet to see who I will sleep with first?" Chan stared at you in silence,

"Someone really did a number on you. Is it that hard for you to believe I just wanted to get to know you? To maybe fall in love?" You laughed loudly at him, dropping your fork as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Love?" You questioned, sipping on the water as Chan eyed you up suspiciously, every girl he knew believed in love and wanted love to be everything that consumed them.

"You know the thing where two people feel so deeply for one another they can't even bear to be apart?"

"It's not real." You said plainly, shrugging your shoulders and continuing to eat your food but the statement made Chan be put off from all thoughts of food.

"You can't be serious. What makes you think that?" You looked down at the plate in front of you. None of it was real. It was something you used to believe in, until "love" had fucked you over too many times to count, you were sick of relying on something that was clearly not there.

"It's an attraction to one another," You told him, looking back at him and swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You'd never explained it to anyone, only to yourself whenever you felt yourself getting attracted to someone again only to remind yourself of all the reasons it would never work.

"You get attracted to one another but once that attraction fades, the expectations fall and people start to hate one another because there's nothing else there," Chan was frowning the whole time as he listened to you speak, only someone who had been deeply hurt could have come to this conclussion about love and all he wanted to do was change your mi

and on everything you believed.

"Love is something that's made up to sell films, books and cards...Everything. Love is a business transaction, something that people buy into because they want to feel needed. It's not real." He blinked at you as you finally finished and you stared back at him,

"What?" You mumbled noticing that he was just watching you in complete silence. You knew it was stupid to give him the whole lecture but you needed him to know that there was never going to be anything between you.

"I'm going to prove to you, that none of that is true." He suggested, finishing the first course of food and waiting for you to do the same but you were giggling at the thought of him "proving you wrong." No one could change your mind about the fact that love was a facade.

"Chan, I would never fall "in love" with you," You told him, finishing your food and watching as the waiter came and took the plates away your eyes finding Chan's as he smiled warmly at you. Gone was the cocky man that thought you loved him and sitting in front of you was a warm smiling man who was going to make you feel better.

"You say that now, but we still have a whole night together yet, Princess," He told you but your heart had skipped a damn beat at the nickname and you stared away from him and shook your head.

"Nothing will ever happen between us."

The rest of the night was just as romantic as the dinner the two of you had, Chan took you to the pier to go and play some games where he could win you toys. Not to mention taking you to a photo booth to take plenty of photos with you. The two of you talked about everything and anything that came up and for a while, it started to feel as though you had a friend with you, instead of Bang Chan, a boy racer that had a player attitude.

"So who was it?" Chan asked as he spooned some ice cream into your mouth. It was pitch black outside except for the streetlight the two of you were standing under the outside of your hotel. It must have been almost two in the morning and you didn't even want to leave, which was shocking to you but you'd genuinely been enjoying your time with him. You knew what his question was about and you knew you weren't going to be able to avoid it forever so you let out a small sigh. The two of you had just driven back here when you noticed an ice cream stand was still open and it was your idea to eat together.

"A boy racer," You shrugged but he stared at you, feeding you more ice cream and shaking his head,

"I know that, but who?" He knew it had to have been a racer since that was who you held such a grudge against but he wanted names and numbers. He wanted to find the guy that had ruined the idea of love for you, he wanted to beat him to a pulp for hurting you.

"Why? What are you going to do? Beat him up?" You giggled, nudging him softly as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face.

"Would that make you feel better if I did?" He reached his hand out, wiping some of the ice cream from your lip as you both stayed in silence, a small gasp leaving your throat when you felt some jolt of electricity from the contact of his hand.

"No." You laughed out, moving away from his touch and shaking your head. You weren't going to let yourself feel excited around Chan, this was all because of attraction, you needed to end this date right now and go home. The hotel was right there but yet you couldn't bring yourself to walk inside and get away from him, your body stayed near him as if you needed to be beside him all night.

"Besides...My brother already did. He isn't worth the time or energy to even think about anymore," You told him as you smiled weakly.

"And yet you waste time and energy on hating racers...hating on love," Chan stared at you as you moved away from him, folding your arms over your chest as you suddenly started to feel the cold air on your arms. Chan slid off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders.

"Because love isn't real, Chris." You stared up at him, he was centimetres in front of you and you could feel his breath on your face.

"You feel nothing for me?" He questioned, leaning closer to you, your faces so close you could practically smell the ice cream you'd been sharing with one another,

"N-Nothing." You stuttered out as he leaned closer, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart began to race against your chest. Butterflies exploded inside of your stomach and you hated how badly your body wanted him despite your heart knowing how much it hurt at the end of it all.

"Then why is your heart racing? Is your breath more shallow? You like me Yn, admit it..." He told you as he placed a small and gentle kiss on your cheek, pulling away as he stared at you trying to come to terms with what happened.

"You're wearing my colours and number tomorrow...Remember," He watched you and smiled. He wasn't going to kiss you tonight, he was going to leave you wanting him, craving him and most of all he was going to make you realise just how badly you wanted him.

"What?" You stuttered out, finally coming back to reality as you realised he was making his way back to his bike, watching you as you stayed in place just watching him. He was in a hotel down the road and he knew you could get to your hotel safely from here, but he would still watch until you went into the building he would never leave you vulnerable.

"For the next race and if I win...I get a kiss and you can tell me then that you feel nothing." He revved his engine before sliding on his helmet, you slowly turned on your heel and made your way to the building turning to look at him as he watched you disappear into the building.

Why was your heart still racing when you weren't near him? The thought of being with him made your whole heart sing and you hated her for betraying you like this. She knew exactly what it was like to be broken and here she was whoring herself out to the bike racer that threw himself at her. No. You weren't going to play into it, you weren't going to play into his games.

When the race had started Chan hadn't seen you anywhere in sight and again when the race had ended. Were you sick? It wasn't food poisoning, the two of you had eaten the same thing and he was perfectly fine this morning. As soon as he'd come across the finishing line in first place he'd hoped to see you waiting for him in his number and colours but you were nowhere in sight.

"Chris! Get your ass on the podium now!" His manager screamed out as Chan searched through the crowd that was congratulating him on his recent win, including your brother.

"Where's Yn?" Chan asked panicked, looking at your brother who was looking a little lost. He'd known about your date together since he'd been the one to help Chan plan it all. He thought Chan and you would be good together, even going as far as to try to put you together multiple times.

"She said she was staying home tonight, something about not feeling right?" Chan's smile dropped and he looked at his phone, he'd texted you that morning but it had been left on read which wasn't filling him with the most confidence. Had everything been in his head last night? Did you not feel the way he thought you did?

"Can I borrow-" Before Chan could finish asking for the hotel room key your brother was already holding it out for him and smirking.

"Go and surprise her, I didn't lose both races on purpose for nothing." Chan nodded and sprinted in the direction of his actual bike, ignoring the pleas of his manager to come and finish the photo ops.

Tears were filling the pillowcase as you cradled it into your chest, you'd barely stopped crying since you woke up that morning. Everything from the night before played in your mind as you thought about your date with Chan and the way you were feeling for him. It hurt to imagine being with him, you wanted it more than anything in the world but you couldn't deal with the hurt if it all went wrong.

"If I'd known I'd find a crying Princess I would have bought tissues," You shot up in the bed to see Chan staring back at you, he was still wearing his racing clothes and he appeared to be panting heavily.

"What are you doing here?" You grumbled, wiping your eyes as you tried to act as though you hadn't been sobbing but it was obvious that you had been. Even a blind person would be able to tell you'd been crying all morning,

"I came to get my prize." He threw his helmet down onto the sofa that was inside of your room and he knelt on the bed in front of you. You slowly knelt up and swallowed the lump in your throat. Did he beat your brother again?

"You won?" You sniffed as he nodded, his hand softly cupping both your cheeks in his hands as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling in front of him. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry over him.

"I did."

"And now you want a kiss." You remembered his statement from the night before, god, kissing him had been all you could think about the night before, even creeping into your dreams.

"And to tell me you feel nothing." He knew you wouldn't be able to, but he needed you to know it was an option, he wasn't going to force you to say you felt something if you truly didn't.

"Chris..."

"Just kiss me," He whispered, your faces inches away from one another before you slowly kissed him. At first, it was nothing but then all at once it was like something had exploded inside of you, fireworks, electricity, you felt everything all at once. Your arms slowly made their way to rest on his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, your fingers sliding into his messy hair as you pressed yourself against him. The kiss deepened as you relaxed against him, a whimper leaving your lips. This was everything you could have imagined and more, everything the books wrote about and you hated that.

"Now...Now tell me you felt nothing," He told you as you slowly pulled away from one another. Your fingers touched your lips as you stared at him, shaking your head.

"I-I can't..." You whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes but he wasn't going to let you cry anymore.

"Because you felt something for me," He whispered, slowly pulling you into him again and looking down at you,

"I feel the same way too." He told you, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead as you let out a small whine.

"I'm scared, Chris." You admitted as you both sat down on the bed, your head coming to rest on your shoulder as he took your hand into his. His fingers slowly draw small invisible patterns onto your skin,

"I've got you, little lamb, I won't let anything happen to you."

"How do you know it'll work?" You questioned, your mind racing with everything that could go wrong but he tightened his grip on you.

"I don't...But I believe it will, I will make it work to the best of my ability." He knew you were going to try and talk yourself out of it and it was going to be his job to put your mind at ease.

"What if everything goes wrong?"

"I'll make everything right." He smirked cockily and you shoved against his chest.

"Do you have an answer for everything?"

"Yes." He smirked before you kissed him again softly.

Nothing was ever easy but Chan had kept to his word about making everything work and you had too. The two of you were two years going strong and the "Love" word had come up more times than you could count, something you'd eventually been able to say to him.

"I told you I could beat you," Chan told your brother as you placed the food down in front of them both, rolling your eyes as they began to debate their winnings together. It had come to light that your brother had let Chan win just so the two of you would date but even after that, Chan seemed to still win on occasion something the two of them would bicker about.

"I let you win." Your brother grumbled even though it wasn't true. On the final lap of the race, your brother had slid into a mud patch throwing off the game and he came dead last because of it.

"Erm, no you didn't. Babe, tell him he didn't let me win this one." You smirked at them both,

"You two can fight over it among each other. I'm going to eat my food in peace." You giggled before Chan tickled your sides and the boys continued to bicker back and forth with one another about everything that had happened that day and you smiled to yourself. As much as you hadn't used to believe in love, it was obvious to you now that it was real and you felt it, truly madly and deeply for your little boy racer.

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beebee18 · 3 months ago

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*cough cough* *screams* *hyperventilates* *death*

BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN EXCUSE US??!?!!?!

*sigh* we should've taken him seriously.

Anyway, he looked amazing, sounded amazing, love the lyrics, love the concept.

#beebeebabbles #skz #stray kids #bang chan #24/08/24 #cb97

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years ago

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Valentine's Day is a whole other ball game when you have eight mates and the power of surprise (and god and anime) on your side.

or a fluffy, smutty Valentine's Day with the pack.

A/N: HAPPY (late) VALENTINE'S DAY LOVES <3 <3 <3

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!Pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, fluff, smut, valentines, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Non-Explicit Smut

Warning: Spit kink (remember how Jisung said he wasn't into spit in the prequel? Well, now he is. 😅)

Title: Lonely Hearts Club

“Ow, fuck!”

You hear Chan swear under his breath, jerking his hand away from the boiling water he’s currently straining, at the same time you hear Minho’s knife come to a stop on his chopping block, a long, irritated sigh leaving his lips.

“Christopher, I swear to god, if you injure yourself one more time while in my kitchen, I’ll send you to the hospital myself.”

Chan looks instantly chagrined, grimacing slightly as he picks up the pot once more with an apologetic look in Minho’s direction. “Sorry, hyung.”

You glance back to the carrot you’re currently peeling, trying to hold your smile, and Changbin grins at you from across the table, his own potato held between thick fingers.

You arch your brow at him and mouth warningly across the space, ‘don’t.’

If he makes you laugh right now, Minho will have all your heads.

He cocks his head mischievously in return, as if testing the line, but thankfully returns to his potatoes, a smirk hidden behind his teeth.

You finish your last carrot and stand from the table, taking the bowl to Minho, who is now sliding his chopped scallions into the waiting stir fry, and he accepts the offered carrots with a slight smirk, his warm fingers brushing your own.

“Nicely done, sweetheart.” He glances down at the peeled carrots and arches a brow at you appreciatively, before adding them to the pan and stealing a smug glance in the general direction of Chan’s struggle. “At least someone here is helpful.”

“Hey.” Changbin protests, appearing at your side and holding out his completed potatoes for Minho’s inspection with a slightly offended glare. “I helped.”

Minho takes the offered potatoes with an air of indifference, dumping them on top of your steaming carrots as he waves Changbin off casually.

“Yeah, yeah, princess. We get it. At least those meaty fingers of yours are good for two things.”

“What’s the other thing?” You ask with amused interest, leaning your hip against the counter beside Minho, watching him stir the contents of the pan methodically.

He gives you a sidelong glance, a smirk curving his lips, before he replies easily, “Finding the prostate.”

At Minho’s nonchalant words, you laugh gleefully, while Changbin squawks out a hoarse protest from beside you and Chan chokes on his own spit across the room.

“Now.” Minho waves his spatula between the two of you, back to all business immediately. “Set the table, and grab the stuff from the fridge. Christopher-” He turns to Chan, who is still locked in a battle with the dumplings and the strainer over the sink.

The other alpha meets his gaze with wide, harried eyes, and the man beside you pinches his nose between his fingers and closes his eyes for a brief moment, letting out a long, low breath between his lips as if he’s trying to find his patience. “-just try not to die before dinner is served.”

You grin, and Changbin coughs to cover a laugh, but you both scurry to do as you’re told as Minho turns his glare to the two of you next.

Minho with a spatula is deadly, and you all know it.

“Where are those hooligans anyway?” Changbin asks, as he sets the table, and you lean over to place the freshly made hotteok and kimchi in the center of the surface. He glances at the clock on the wall, brow furrowed. “We told them to be back by six right?”

“They’ll be here.” Chan says confidently, finally setting the dumplings down on the table, a look of relief pronounced on his features. “Seungmin won’t let them be late.”

There is the sound of the front door opening, and loud stomping steps, followed by laughter and chatter, and Chan grins cheekily at Changbin as Minho slides between the three of you to place the steaming pot of stir fry down in the center of everything with an air of finality.

“Told you.”

Changbin rolls his eyes, but the retort on his lips is unheard, as your five mates enter the kitchen, bags and coats slung over their arms, their cheeks and noses rosy from the cold outside air.

Jisung comes to a stop in the doorway, eyes going wide and cheeks puffing adorably at the sight of the table full of food, the four of you standing behind.

“You guys made us dinner?”

Chan steps forward, shrugging slightly, his ears going red. “Happy Valentine’s Day?”

Jisung’s eyes scan the spread in open wonder as Seungmin steps around the awe struck beta, depositing his phone and keys on the counter with a superior look in the other beta’s direction.

“Told you we needed to be on time for once, Sungie. Aren’t you glad you listened to me?”

“Oh my god, I’m starving.” Jisung moans, sliding around the still motionless Jisung, eyeing the table hungrily, as Minho steps up beside Chan, arms crossed over his chest, but expression fondly soft.

“Sit down then, pup. Food’s ready.” Jeongin doesn’t hesitate, moving to his spot at the table so fast he’s almost a blur.

Jisung and Seungmin follow him, tucking into the table, Jisung’s eyes still adorably wide, Seungmin giving Minho a hidden little grin as he settles his napkin into his lap.

Hyunjin’s gaze skates over the contents of the table from the doorway, his arm loosely around Felix’s shoulders, and there’s an open sort of different hunger in his eyes as he lets his gaze flicker to the four of you, his tongue slowly lathing across his full bottom lip.

“I was hoping there’d be a different kind of meal served.”

Changbin smirks dangerously, sharp teeth flashing. “Later, baby.”

You arch a brow in the omega’s direction, stepping around the table to pull he and Felix’s chairs out for them as they finally step forward.

“What do you think’s for dessert?”

********

“Sit.” Hyunjin commands, dragging the last chair to its spot against the wall, his voice and expression stern, as he turns to you and motions to the empty seat.

You sit with a sigh. “Is this really necessary?”

“Yes.” Hyunjin replies firmly, leaving no room for argument, as he points to the four of you, now sitting in a silent line along the far kitchen wall. “It’s only fair.”

He takes a step in the direction of the doorway, where the rest of your packmates had disappeared only minutes earlier, his eyes sharp as he waves a hand between you once more.

“Now stay.”

You roll your eyes and Changbin growls from beside you, but none of you move, and Hyunjin’s expression turns smug as he backs out the doorway.

“Good alphas.”

He disappears from view, and Chan slumps in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing in a sort of petulant child motion that would make you want to laugh if you weren’t currently on high alert.

“What do you think they have planned for us?”

“Who knows?” Changbin groans from beside you, leaning his head back until it hits the wall with a heavy thunk, expression irritated and impatient. “All I know is that I hate waiting.”

Minho scoffs from his position at the other end of the line. “Maybe they’ll do us all a favor, princess, and make you wear the gag so we don’t have to listen to you complain.”

Changbin leans around Chan and shoots the other smirking alpha a deadly glare.

“Fuck you.”

“And you can, too. But only if I’m feeling uncharacteristically generous and you ask nicely, princess.”

A low growl builds in Changbin’s throat at the challenge, and between them, Chan sighs.

You hide a grin.

Luckily, the tension is interrupted by the reappearance of your mates, and suddenly, at the sight of them, there’s a whole new tension in the air, thick and hot and instant, because every single one of them is wearing nothing but their designated collars and lace lingerie.

Even Seungmin, who usually isn’t into things like that, is wearing sheer, black panties, peeking teasingly from beneath the hem of the shirt he wears, long and thigh length, one you vaguely recognize as belonging to Changbin.

Beside you, the alpha in question swallows thickly, the sound loud in the sudden, tense silence of the room.

Somewhere down the line, you hear Chan let out a quiet, strangled, “Fuck.”

Your thoughts exactly.

Hyunjin arches a brow, looking smug, watching the four of you openly panting over them, before he tosses an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders, his eyes never leaving you and the other alphas, as he asks casually, “So? How do we look?”

Changbin swallows again, and when he speaks, his voice is unusually hoarse.

“You look-” He fumbles for a moment, as Hyunjin leans toward him, the red little number he wears shifting at the movement with a whisper along his tan, flawless skin. Smoke burns your throat as the alpha beside you shifts in his seat and finally manages to say, “-good.”

If you had more brain cells at the moment, you would scoff at his sadly pathetic word choice, but since you don’t, you just stare as Felix takes a step toward you all.

The movement makes the bright yellow lace around his upper thighs bunch temptingly, and you try not to openly drool at the sight, your teeth suddenly aching, saliva pooling beneath your tongue.

His eyebrows furrow, his lips pulling down with disappointment, but when he speaks, his voice is teasing, “Just good?”

Chan chokes, and you hear Minho’s resulting growl as amber spices the air, teasing your nose, making you feel like you need to sneeze.

“Good enough to eat, little one.”

You don’t miss the way Felix shivers at the sudden alpha in Minho’s voice, and it makes you feel slightly more grounded, on even footing almost, knowing beneath the show of confidence and unflappability, they’re just as affected as you are.

Jisung takes a halting step in your direction, cocking his head, his large doe eyes on your own, uncertainty suddenly washing across his features.

“Noona?” His voice is soft, meek, questioning.

You realize with a jolt, that you haven’t said anything since they appeared, too caught up in your own head, in the stupid daze that’s seemed to come over you, your alpha clawing impatiently at the pit of your stomach.

You swallow the excess saliva in your mouth and let your gaze drop from Jisung’s face, taking your time as you slide your focus down his chest, across the ridges of his abdomen, along the scalloped edge of the blue lace that hugs his thighs, the waist chain that hangs delicately around his hips, accentuating the curve of his impossibly tiny waist.

Your eyes drag reluctantly back up to the beta’s face, his dark eyes still watching you expectantly, and unwittingly, your gaze gets stuck at the hollow of his throat, the silver o-ring of his collar snug in the divot of his beautiful bronze skin.

Fuck.

Your fingers itch to tug.

“God, you’re pretty.” You breathe out hoarsely instead, voice strained, warmth already pooling between your thighs just from looking at him, at them.

The hesitation washes away, and he takes another step toward you, confident this time.

“Yeah?” He asks quietly, cocking his head curiously, pulling you into the dark depths of his eyes, until you feel like you’re drowning, but in a good way. “How pretty?”

Another step, your heart thundering in your chest.

“So fucking pretty.”

Jisung smiles then, wicked, and closes the distance between you, slinging his leg over your hip, settling into your lap as he straddles you.

As soon as his skin touches your own, the urge to absolutely destroy the beta now in your lap is almost insatiable.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips-slow and sensual-his gaze holding your own, and without your own urging, your fingers find purchase at his hips, tangling with the dainty golden chain that rests there.

You bite back the moan that wants to leave your lips at the feel of him finally beneath your touch.

“I like being pretty for you.” Jisung comments with a tilt of his head, running his fingers carefully up the lines of your chest, before he lets them rest at the base of your throat, leaning into you, the smell of linen taking over your senses.

You’re vaguely aware of the others moving in on the remaining alphas beside you, but you can’t focus on anything beside the way Jisung feels in your lap, the way his hot, pink tongue darts out to wet his lips, the way he takes in each quivering breath, the rustle of lace going straight to your core.

He’s watching you, one brow arched, lips tilted into the hint of a smile, waiting, but before you can rouse enough of your faculties to say anything, he puts his hands on the back of the chair, leaning into the weight, and rolls his hips against your own.

“Fuck.” Your hand flies up to his hip, stopping his movement, and you let your head drop back against the wall as a wave of heat ripples down your center.

You catch your breath and level him with a weak glare, mouth suddenly more than a little dry.

“Fuck.” You finally repeat again, as his cheek ticks with bitten back amusement, though his eyes express nothing but innocence. “You can’t do that without warning, baby boy.”

Something washes across his expression-defiance-and then he asks a little too innocently, “Oh, am I in trouble?”

You growl and tug him toward you, stopping your lips from crashing into his at the last second, holding him in limbo, and you don’t miss the way his body tenses in response, breaths quickening and pupils blowing, pulse pounding beneath the skin of his throat.

Your wolf snarls triumphantly.

Got him.

“I don’t know.” You muse in a low voice in the space between the two of you, letting one of your hands trail up his chest, fingers playing with the collar at his throat as you mock thoughtfulness. “Do you want to be in trouble, little beta?”

You don’t give him time to answer, sliding your fingers beneath the slick leather of his collar and tugging him to you roughly, and he whines in response, the need suddenly rolling off of him in waves as he squirms in your grip, his breaths morphing into harsh pants now as they leave his lips.

“Do you-” You draw out, long and slow, holding him by the throat, your eyes flicking up to his, the blackness of his pupils swallowing his irises. “-want me to punish you?”

His throat bobs with a swallow, and you shake him gently, fingers digging into the skin beneath his collar.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you, pet.”

“Yes.” He stutters out, breath shuddering, and you slide your fingers from beneath their current hold to take control of his jaw instead, pinching until he parts his lips.

“Good boy.” You purr, before you tap his jaw commandingly. “Open your mouth.”

He does as he’s told, baring his soft, pink tongue for you, the sharp points of his teeth, and you lean forward, hand slipping down to grasp his throat once more, pulling him flush against you, before you spit directly into his waiting mouth.

A shudder goes down Jisung’s body, and your wolf growls, satisfied, in response.

“Oh, he likes that.”

A hand slides around the front of your throat, long fingers cool as they splay across your skin, and Minho appears in the periphery of your vision, chin brushing your shoulder, gaze predatory, as he appreciatively drinks in the sight of Jisung straddling your lap covered in only thin bands of shimmering gold and baby blue lace.

“Mmm.” You hum in thoughtful agreement under your breath, low in your throat, and run a finger down the column of the beta’s throat, watching as his needy body arches into your touch like a cat seeking attention. “That he does.”

Minho’s fingers flex minutely against your own throat, and then his lips are at your ear, breath warm as it washes across your cheek, his voice a deep growling purr.

“But so do you.”

Without warning, his fingers lace into your hair and yank your head back roughly so you’re staring up at him, and he rises to his full height behind you, looking down at you with a smirk, as something dangerous flashes across his dark gaze.

The sting of your scalp keeps you alert, your heart pounding and your breath catching deliciously as you stare up at the other alpha.

Your fingers dig into Jisung’s hips on reflex, and he whimpers and squirms on your lap beneath your tightened grip, and the feel of his clear arousal has wet heat gushing between your thighs.

Minho slides his free hand around the front of your throat once more, fingers slipping into the divots of your jaw, prying open your lips, and when he speaks, his voice is dark and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Be a good girl, sweetheart, and keep your mouth open for me.”

He keeps the hand in your hair as he leans over, increasing the pressure, so slowly that you think you’re going to go mad from waiting, and then, when both you and Jisung are practically squirming with need, he parts his lips and lets slick, hot saliva drip from the gap of his mouth into your own.

Everything inside of you clenches with the taste of Minho.

You need more, you need him, all of him right this second, but the wriggling beta on your lap needs attention first, and so when Minho finally releases his stinging hold on your hair, you let your head fall and slowly sweep your hungry gaze over Jisung.

He whines, grinding against your thigh, and you reach out and catch his chin between your fingers in a firm grip.

“If you need something, baby, you have to ask. Use your words.”

His lips gap, skin flushed and pink, and it takes everything in you not to lean forward and devour him whole, big doe eyes fixed on your own.

You wait, even though there’s electricity zipping across your skin and your wolf is growing antsy, and finally, Jisung’s tongue darts out to snake across his lips, his eyes darting between you and Minho, before he manages to get out, “Can I please, alpha?”

“‘Please’ what?” You chide, cocking your head and not letting him waver beneath your heated gaze.

Jisung whines again, his breath stuttering as he grazes an overly sensitive spot across one of your thighs, and you pinch his chin to get him to look at you again.

“‘Please’ what? I thought you had better manners than this, pet.” You tsk, and Jisung’s throat bobs with a hard swallow.

You let your fingers trail along the line of the underwear he wears, playing with the golden waist chain, and just when you can see the hope on his face, that maybe you’ll let your fingers dip lower, lower where he so desperately needs you, you stop.

It’s enough to push him over the edge.

“Come!” He blurts out desperately, writhing beneath your hold, trying to buck his hips to get your fingers where he wants them. His wild dark eyes sweep your face and he groans in frustration. “Can I please come?”

“Good boy.” Minho murmurs from his spot behind you, but you don’t look at him, keeping your eyes on Jisung.

Your voice is proud when you speak next, brushing your fingers along the skin of Jisung’s red, heated cheekbone.

“A very good boy.” You affirm, nodding slightly, as you finally, finally, let your fingers find Jisung through his lingerie. He gasps and is immediately putty in your hands. “Good boys deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Jisung nods, panting now, as he slides his own hands beneath the band of the underwear, ready to fling them off.

You stop him with a stern look, and a clench of your fist around him.

“No, pet.” You shake your head slightly, brow arched. “Those stay on.”

Jisung opens his mouth, as if to protest, but another well timed stroke of your hand has him sinking into you, words forgotten, lips parted on a moan.

You use your free hand to tip his chin back, meeting his already hazy gaze.

“Now. You’re going to come in my hand for me, like a good boy-”

Jisung nods frantically, eager to please, even through the daze of the pleasure, and you lean forward, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips, at odds with the way you pump him at the same time, making him break off the affection as he groans into your mouth.

“-And Minho-” You lean your head back now, glancing up at the other alpha, who watches the two of you with a smirk and an unreadable expression, hands resting on the back of your chair.

You part your lips and let your mouth fall open, holding his stare. “-is going to come in my mouth for me, also like a good boy.”

You can’t resist the little jab, so you don’t wince when Minho once again threads his fingers through your hair and yanks, something dangerous flashing across his dark eyes as he leans down to you, lips brushing your own when he murmurs warningly, “And you’re going to be a good girl and take me without a sound, hm, sweetheart?”

You nod, not shying from his gaze, and he smirks, reaching to undo his pants.

Everything is heightened-Jisung’s pants, the sting of Minho’s fingers on your scalp, the sounds from your other mates in the room.

You swallow, and let your gaze fall to the beta on your lap, your own smirk curving up your lips as you take in his beautiful, flushed, wrecked demeanor, on display for you, all for you.

Minho reaches beneath your chin and tilts your head back.

Warmth starts to soak between your thighs, and Jisung’s breathing increases.

You meet Minho’s heated, dark gaze.

“And then, after all that, you’re both going to make me come until I physically can’t anymore.”

Minho grins, sharp teeth flashing, and there is a promise in the depth of his eyes that makes you shiver in anticipation as he steps toward you menacingly.

“Of course we are, sweetheart. But first, give me that pretty fucking mouth.”

His fingers splay across your throat once more, and there is no more talking.

*******

“Best. Valentines. Ever.” Jeongin sighs out happily from the middle of the cuddle pile currently taking place on the omegas’ shared bed, after everyone has been cleaned up and taken care of following said previous kitchen activities.

You grin, fingers carding through Hyunjin’s dark hair, and Felix hums in agreement beneath his breath, the sound rumbling through his chest as he cuddles deeper into your side.

“Agreed.”

“Double agreed.” Changbin raises his hand from where he lies on the bed, barely seen beneath the puddle that is Seungmin and Jisung curled on top of him.

“Fuck, I’m tired.” Chan sighs, the exhale jostling your head where it rests on his abdomen, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Coming more than once will do that to you.” Hyunjin remarks dryly, his voice slightly muffled, face buried in your side, arms thrown haphazardly around your waist.

You silently agree, because your legs are still jelly after what Minho and Jisung had put you through only hours earlier.

The memory sends heat coursing through you, and like he knows what you’re thinking, Minho suddenly smirks at you from the other side of the bed, his head propped up on an elbow, Jeongin curled up as the little spoon against his waist.

‘Shut up’ You mouth across the distance at him, and you’d flip him off, if you weren’t worried about jostling the two omegas currently falling asleep on you.

Minho arches a brow at you, expression feigning innocence, and lets his head fall back down onto the pillow beside the youngest omega.

Your eyes are heavy, surrounded by warmth and familiar scents and those you love most, but you fight it, because honestly, you don’t want it all to end.

“So, who won Valentine’s Day then?” Jisung asks sleepily from atop Changbin, shuffling around until his nose is buried in the alpha’s throat.

“It’s not a competition.” Seungmin quips back with dry amusement.

“But if it were-” Hyunjin’s muffled voice speaks up. “-We’d have won. Hands fucking down.”

You honestly can’t argue with him there.

“Hey!” Chan moves beneath you, and you tilt your neck back to see him pushing himself up on his elbows, raising his head to glare down at the omega beside you. “I nearly killed myself making that dinner for you, you know.”

“He did.” You nod in agreement, laughing slightly, and the head alpha turns his glare on you.

“Fucking idiot doesn’t know how to strain dumplings.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, and Chan whips his head around to glower at the other alpha.

“Well, I do now!”

“Too bad you’re banned from Minho’s kitchen for life now and you’ll never get a second chance to prove that.” You offer with open amusement, and Hyunjin snickers into your side.

Chan makes a halfhearted effort to cuff you upside the head for your comment, which you dodge easily.

“Actually, you’re all banned from my kitchen for the foreseeable future.” Minho finally speaks up, not even bothering to raise his head to look at you all. “Sex in cooking spaces is unsanitary, and rule breakers have to be punished.”

There is a chorus of weak protests, mostly from the omegas, but Minho remains resolute.

That is, until Hyunjin sniggers out smugly, “If the punishment is anything like Jisung received earlier, then count me in.”

“Yah!” Jisung rouses from his exhaustion to protest loudly and glare at the omega currently buried in your side. “Hwang Hyunjin!”

“That wasn’t punishment.” You clarify lightly, flicking the side of Hyunjin’s head affectionately. “That was funishment.”

“She’s right.” Minho agrees with an arched brow in Hyunjin’s direction. “The type of punishment I’m talking about involves a whole lot less orgasms and a whole lot more watching Christopher fuck up dumplings right in front of your nose.”

“Hey.” Chan protests again, but weaker this time, as if he knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

Minho fixes him with a stare.

“Your punishment, Christopher, however, is the opposite. You’re not going to leave my kitchen until you know how to properly cook without injuring yourself or others.”

Chan groans, and Changbin chuckles.

“Hey, what’s your punishment, hyung?” Jeongin suddenly blurts out, turning to Minho and fixing him with a stern glare. “You were in on the kitchen sex too y’know!”

The omegas readily agree, the betas joining in.

Minho doesn’t even flinch.

“If you don’t think being forced to teach Christopher how to cook safely and correctly is a punishment for me of the worst kind in and of its own, Yang Jeongin-”

He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence before everyone is agreeing with him, and Chan is looking more than a little offended.

“Oh. Yep.”

“Sorry, hyung.”

“Point taken.” “Forget we asked.”

“Hey.” Chan protests once more, expression irritated. “Spending time with me is not a punishment.”

“Cooking with you is.” Changbin remarks dryly from across the bed, and promptly gets a pillow chucked forcefully at his face by the head alpha.

“Happy fucking Valentines, everyone.” Minho says with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, before he disappears back behind the form of the youngest omega.

Felix sighs against your throat, content and warm and sleepy.

“Happy Valentines.”

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youn9racha · 2 years ago

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hard thoughts, you insinuate bang chan has gym muscles and not "actual" strength 👀 *cough* strength kink *cough*

no because if you want to tease him like that, he’ll go insane.

you’ll see him come back from the gym being all sweaty and stuff, and he’s wearing his usual black sleeveless top. you see how his arm slightly flex when he lifts up his arm to have a sip of bottle as he approaches you to give you a kiss on the forehead as a greeting. you noticed how he was getting bigger and bigger and your need for him to throw you around like a bag of rice is all that is inhabiting in your brain.

“are those muscles really your muscles?” you commented as he walked to the open kitchen to grab a snack. he lifted his head of the fridge with a furrowed brow, “what do you mean?”

you smirked, “do they really do their job? can you even lift anything?”

you went on and teased him about his “fake muscles” but chan can see right through your facade.

you knew he was a strong man, you know he could just pick you up and throw you onto the couch like you were a feather, but he wabted to have your fun. he just crossed his bulky arms as he looks at you with a dark smile.

you knew chan was the type to get affected by comments about his appearance, but you knew this wouldn’t affect him because he worked hard for it, and you know that very well.

“yeah, your biceps don’t do shit, i bet it won’t even carry m—woah!”

your words were interrupted suddenly after chan effortlessly threw you over his shoulder with one arm, making you fake protest and carried on blurting out nonsense as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

“you’re weak, christopher bang! you don’t have any strength!”

after you finished your protest, he threw you into the bed and pinned you down by trapping your wrist into the bed with his arm as his buff body lays on top of you, his eyes going down on you with a lustful gaze, making you gulp in intimidation.

“what? ran out of insult?”

you stuttered out some gibberish as his head leaned down to your neck, licking and biting the sweet spot making you moan at the pleasant feeling, making him slightly chuckle as he leaned back to your face, his lips barely touching yours, whispering with a menacing smirk.

“thats what i thought…”

#ella’s mailbox （╹◡╹）#stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz smut #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #bang chan smut #ella’s awesome anons !!

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heluvschibi · 7 months ago

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The Apocalypse: master list

⚠️Cussing, mentions of blood, mentions of $u!c!de, panic attacks, (Jumscares?), I'll add more soon

📄The reader (you) is not a wuss, she may cry a little, but she's not going to sit there crying while a zombie is about to attack her, she may be scared (who wouldn't) but she gets over it.

👤Just so you guys know I'm some what of a procrastinator, I give up easily (you should've seen me during my 2-d art class...I still hate color pencils...) So I'm gonna surprise myself if I actually finish this whole thing, I don't even know how how many chapters I wanna do. —Chibi

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—Bang Christopher Chan (ex music producer)

Leader (NO DUH)

Scavenger

—Lee Min Ho (ex high school teacher)

Second in command

Medic

Cook

—Seo Chang Bin (ex music producer)

Fighter

Scavenger

—Hwang Hyun Jin (ex Artist)

Fighter

Weapon expert

—Han Ji Sung (ex music producer)

Medic

—Lee Felix (ex V-logger/YouTuber)

Cook

Medic

Record holder

—Kim Seung Min (ex )

Weapon expert

—Yang Jeong in (ex college student)

Weapon expert

Scavenger

°•Preview•°

When news of people violently assaulting each other in Busan surfaced, most in Seoul dismissed it—until the chaos spread.

“Citizens of Busan—”

“Citizens of Daegu—”

…

“The violence has reached Seoul. Police have intervened, but the situation escalated. The city mourns its—oh… oh…” The broadcast abruptly switched to President Yoon Suk Yeol.

“My fellow citizens, we face a crisis. The violent outbreaks are linked to a virus named Z-B232. The creators of this virus are under interrogation, and efforts to develop a cure are underway. For now, remain indoors. Early symptoms mimic a common cold: coughing, shivering, chills, followed by death. If you know anyone exhibiting these signs, immediately call the number on your screen, ple—”

The transmission ended. Two months have passed; it’s now April. Some of the forest has reclaimed the city, and the only light in my room filters through a tiny hole in the newspaper plastered over my window. Below, a horde of zombies roams the grounds of my apartment complex. Two months alone, stuck in my apartment...

I must venture out in search of supplies…

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“Why do you always record on that damn thing? You’re going to drain the generator faster, Fe—!”

“Quiet, Changbin Hyung. It’s for my own records.”

“Guys, stop bickering…”

“Yeah Or I’ll stop cooking. Enjoy your dry rice.”

“No, Minho Hyung, please! We need your cooking!”

“Hey, where’s Jeongin?”

“He’s out with Chan, gathering supplies. Did you forget?”

“Right, they left earlier.”

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Chapters...

[1]—Living in my small apartment when the apocalypse started is not ideal, now I'm running low on food and water a necessary need for a living human... I have to leave...

[2]—Food ✔ water ✔ survivors... WAIT SURVIVORS?!

[3]—It's just a little in and out operation, go in grab stuff come out... Easy....right?

[4]—When Jeongin said they lived in a mansion with 8 boys, I thought he was just over exaggerating...

[5]—???

more to come...

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nuna-adelie · 2 years ago

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SKZ when they walk in on you suggestively eating a popsicle.

Your throat has been hurting all day and to find some relief, you walk towards the kitchen to eat a popsicle.

Fluff / Suggestive / Implied oral sex

Bang Chan / Christopher:

Your throat had been sore for days now; almost turning into a cold. All you wanted was a little bit of relief, and you had finally found it in the form of a cold popsicle. The icy coating on your throat felt so good, making you let out a soft moan as you leaned on the counter, looking nowhere in particular. You pushed the popsicle a little further, letting out another small sound as a drop of blue ice dripped along your chin, landing on your shirt.

“Jezus, y/n.”

You shot upright and turned around to find Chan standing behind you; bag of groceries in hand. You pulled the popsicle out of your mouth, lips and tongue slightly blue.

“You know,” Chan put the bag down and took a step forward; eyes slightly clouded with desire. “You should be careful with foods like that. There’s eight men walking around here who can enter this kitchen at any time.”

“I still have a sore throat,” you whined. “It’s just a popsicle.”

As the man took another step forward, you teasingly put the popsicle back in your mouth, pushing it as far as your gag-reflex would let you, never breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, he had taken a hold of the popsicle and promptly pulled it out of your mouth.

“Don’t test me,” he growled as you winced slightly. “It will be your own fault if you keep going. I might not be able to take responsibility for what happens then.”

You tried to reach upwards as he held the ice above his head, your body pushing against his. You took advantage of the opportunity and let your hands roam his chest, fingers tracing over his toned muscles. A small yelp left your mouth as he grabbed your ass. One of your legs stepped in between his, your thigh slightly pushing against what was now a growing bulge. He looked down at you, a small smirk adorning his face. Of course, he knew exactly what he was doing. He quickly licked the top of the popsicle and put it in front of your mouth. As you parted your lips, he delicately pushed it back.

“You know, if you want I have a different kind of popsicle for you when you’re done with that one, y/n”

Lee Know / Minho:

The second you put the popsicle in your mouth, you could feel your throat relax; the soothing cold enveloping the harsh burn you had felt for the last few days. You leaned against the refrigerator, eyes completely closed and let out a small moan, not noticing the man who had just entered the kitchen. Like a cat, he had slipped into the kitchen and as soon as he saw you, he knew he didn’t want to disturb what was unfolding in front of his eyes.

As you let out a whimper he couldn’t help but produce a small noise himself as well. He mentally smacked himself as soon as he did, knowing he had just startled you.

Immediately you pulled out the popsicle, slightly choking.

“Minho!” You yelped, coughing a few times, blue drops of ice visible on your chin. Swiftly, he stepped forward and let his thumb trace over them, picking them up and finally putting his thumb in his mouth.

“Yum,” he teased, taking note of your red cheeks. “Do it again, I wanna see it up close.”

“Wh-What are you-” you began, but immediately, your mouth was enveloping the blue popsicle again. Minho had taken it out of your hand and put it back in your mouth, slowly pushing until your eyes started to tear up.

“I like that look on you,” Minho said breathily, taking the ice cream out again.

“You’re the worst,” you huffed. “I have a sore throat.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, having a few licks himself. As you observed him, you could feel a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

“Can I have it back, please?” You held out your hand, the slight burning feeling in your throat slowly returning. “It’s hurting.”

Immediately, Minho gave the popsicle back to you. Though he loved to tease you, he would never want you to experience actual pain. You thanked him and relaxed as soon as the numbness enveloped your throat once more.

“How about you try a different remedy once your throat feels better, y/n? I know a very effective one.”

Changbin:

“Oh god,” you whispered as soon as you put the popsicle in your mouth. “That feels so good.” You sat down on a barstool by the kitchen counter and let your body slump over it; one arm under your head as you licked the blue ice. You hummed and moaned softly, thanking the cold stick for the relief your throat felt.

“Are you okay?” Changbin entered the kitchen and glanced over at you; a slight concern across his face.

“My throat hurts,” you replied. “This feels so good.”

The man sat down on the stool next to you and leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes intently looking at you as you moved the popsicle in and out of your mouth at a semi-rapid pace.

“Feels good?” He reiterated your words and you hummed in response. “It seems like it.”

You looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised, but enjoying yourself too much to start a discussion with him.

Changbin let his free hand wander across your shoulders and back, making you shiver. He tried to fight the smile that appeared on his face unsuccessfully and slowly, it turned into a small smirk.

“Can I hear it again?” He came a bit closer, now resting his face on your shoulder. “What?” You questioned. You could feel the second smirk against your body. “How good it feels.”

You sighed and put the popsicle back in your mouth, trying your hardest not to make any noise; it was always fun to kind of tease him. Unfortunately, the numbing cold felt so good, that you couldn’t help but let out another moan, slightly louder this time.

“I like that sound. You’re going to make me feel jealous of a popsicle, y/n.” As he continued to listen to your soft sounds, Changbin couldn’t help but envision what it would sound like if you were sucking on him instead of the popsicle. He could feel himself getting hard and quickly created a little bit of space in between you two.

After a few minutes, you sat back up. There was not much left of the blue ice and your throat felt a lot better.

“No need to be jealous,” you said. “You just need to wait until my throat feels better.” You threw away the clean wooden stick and walked past Changbin. As you got close to his ear, you let out another soft moan.

“You better not test me, y/n. I cannot wait until I can be responsible for those sounds again. Your throat should heal soon because I don’t know how long I can go without it.”

Hyunjin:

It was the middle of the night, so everyone was asleep; everyone except for you. Your throat had been killing you for most of the day, and finally you could let yourself go and enjoy a popsicle. As soon as you plopped down on the floor in front of the fridge, you ripped the plastic wrapper off and shoved the ice in your mouth.

At first, you licked it all around, trying to get as much of its numbing cold around your mouth, but soon, you found yourself bobbing your head up and down, enjoying yourself. Luckily you were alone.

The ‘alone part’ only lasted for a few minutes though, because soon the lights flicked on, exposing you in your sleepwear, basically deep throating a blue popsicle.

“Well well,” Hyunjin slowly walked towards you. “What do we have here? You practicing?”

You sighed and took out the popsicle, ready to answer the man. Before you could, though, he already had his next sentence prepared. “Oh please don’t stop on my behalf. It’s a nice view. Are you okay with an audience?”

You shrugged and continued to relieve yourself of that burning feeling; continuing to take the popsicle in and out of your mouth over and over again.

“Seriously, y/n. You should be happy that I am the one who found you here like this, there is no telling what some of the others might have thought, or worse, done, if they had found you.”

“It’s just my throat, Hyunjin. It hurts.”

The man just hummed in response and sat on the floor with you, eyes not leaving the sight in front of him. His hand was resting on your knee and his thumb slightly rubbing it calmly. You let one of your own hands trail along his leg, up his thigh as you continued to treat the popsicle as if it was him. He couldn’t help but imagine it that way, it made him more and more excited.

“You know,” he hesitated for a moment, not sure if you would appreciate the following comment. “If you ever need to practice more, I have a popsicle you can use.”

You smiled at him as you took the ice out of your mouth, sticking out your blue tongue towards him.

“I mean it, y/n. You shouldn’t act so seductively late at night, it makes it hard for me to be responsible for what might happen.”

Han Jisung:

You had just taken a shower, hoping that it would have helped with the soreness in your throat, but to no avail. As a last resort, you took a popsicle out of the freezer and sat down at the bar, hoping to finally find some relief. As soon as the cold hit your throat, you knew you had made the right decision. You couldn’t fight the moans escaping your mouth as you found solace in the cold snack. After a minute or two, you took out the popsicle and started licking it, from bottom to top. As you licked it for the fourth time, you could hear a soft gasp behind you. Ignoring the person who had just entered the kitchen, you continued to both lick and stick the popsicle in your mouth, trying to find any relief you could. The gasps continued until you finally felt a kiss being planted on your cheek. That in itself completely gave away who was standing behind you.

“Can I help you?” You took out the popsicle and stuck out a slightly blue tongue. Jisung now stood next to you: Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He usually wasn’t the one to creep up on others, he was way too loud for that most of the time. He must have had a good reason.

“Yeah, I’d like a taste.” Jisung bit his lower lip as he looked at you, eyes fixated on the popsicle that continued to move in and out of your mouth. You stuck out the popsicle towards him and closed your eyes as you sighed. A wet feeling on your chin and lower lip made them shoot back open, though.

“Jisung!” You yelped. “What the-”

He snickered and stuck out his own tongue. “I told you I wanted a taste. There were just some drops on your chin. They seemed a lot tastier than the popsicle itself.”

“You little-” you began, cutting yourself off. Talking still slightly hurt, so you decided it wasn’t worth undoing what the popsicle had just brought you in terms of relief. You quickly stuck it back in there.

“Oh, looks like someone doesn’t have the energy to argue,” he smiled sarcastically. “How about we try that again, but this time, I want to taste the rest.”

You didn’t remove the popsicle from your mouth, though; not giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue inside.

“Aww, no fun, y/n! I just wanted a taste! How about you taste me instead? I have a popsicle right here for you; for you only.”

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

Finally everyone had gone to bed, or so you thought. The freezer was full of popsicles and you were going to eat at least three tonight. Anything to get rid of this burning sensation in your throat. You sat on the floor and relaxed your shoulders.

As soon as the cold hit your throat, you let out a moan. Before you knew it, the sounds in the kitchen were comparable to an amateur porn shoot. Well, maybe not that loud, but at least the sounds were noticeable and prominent. You would have never done this during the day, maybe not even during the night, but you needed some relief and you didn’t care how you were going to get it.

“W-what are you doing?” Felix had entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes to signify his exhaustion. His cheeks were as red as your popsicle was blue. “You shouldn’t let people hear those kinds of sounds,” he said. Even though you couldn’t hear him, he added: “At least not like this in the kitchen.”

You smiled at him and got up from the floor, slowly walking towards him. Felix was always a fun one to tease, especially in situations like these. It’s not like you were waiting for him to enter the kitchen, but you were happy he had.

“Why not?” You asked innocently, licking the popsicle more intensely with each step you took. The man gulped and froze in place. There was no way in hell that he was going to move from this spot, not with you walking towards him like that. As soon as your bodies were pressed against each other, you kept walking. A few more steps and you had him pressed against the wall.

“B-Because it-it’s, well, you k-know.”

Cute.

“Because?” You used one of your legs to part his, taking the popsicle out of your mouth and holding it in front of him. “Would you like a lick?”

Sometimes, Felix would suddenly change in moments like this. His voice and demeanor would almost do a 180. This turned out to be one of those moments. He turned you around and this time, it was his turn to press against you. One hand against the wall and the other cupping your face. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and you were upset that your throat really hurt that much at the moment.

“I would love a lick. Speaking of licking, I have something for you that tastes way better than a popsicle, y/n.”

Seungmin:

You let out a deep sigh as the popsicle hit the back of your throat, breathing around the blue ice. Dinner had been a bit of a battle, as the heat did not correspond well with the already burning sensation you felt at the moment. The popsicle made everything better, though. The further the cold reached inside your throat, the heavier your breathing became; eventually letting out a soft moan or two.

“Whoa.” Seungmin stood in the door opening and strode towards you; dishes in hand. “That’s hot.”

Slightly taken aback by his bluntness, you took the popsicle out of your mouth and cocked your head, looking at the men intently. Seungmin put the dishes in the sink and turned towards you. You had not anticipated for him to grab your chin, and you had definitely not anticipated what he would say next.

“I wonder what you sound like with me in your mouth instead of that small popsicle.”

You lightly choked and coughed a few times, trying to collect yourself.

“Excuse you!” You exclaimed, giving him a slap on his chest. He chuckled and gave the bottom of the popsicle a quick lick as you held it in your hand. Immediately afterwards, he guided the blue stick back towards your mouth, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. With a smirk adorning his face, he quickly pushed it just a bit too far, chuckling at the gagging sound you made.

“I like that sound,” he whispered in your ear, moving away from you. “When can I hear it again?” The comment had earned him another slap.

“Seungmin!” You tried to sound stern, but unfortunately, the name left your lips in a more needy tone than you had intended.

“Oh?” His reply was almost arrogant, yet loving. He started into your eyes as he examined your tongue going up and down the blue stick. “You should be careful eating like that in this house. You never know who might try to take advantage of a sight like this.” He planted a quick kiss on your forehead and turned around; working on the dishes like nothing had happened. It had been your intention to quip back, but your brain did not give you any words to work with.

“Next time, let’s try something different, y/n. I know a great popsicle you can use to soothe your throat and make you moan at the same time.”

I.N / Jeongin:

“Hmm, that feels good,” you mumbled to yourself as your throat felt a form of relief. It had been a whole day of your throat hurting and after trying multiple remedies, Hyunjin had given you a great idea: Eat a popsicle to soothe the burning sensation.

You stood over the sink, some of the blue ice dripping past your lips, onto your chin, and eventually into the sink. “Oh God,” you exclaimed. “This is exactly what I needed.”

While completely lost in your own relief, you had not noticed someone entering the kitchen. The moans escaping your lips filled the entire kitchen. Had you known you were not alone, you would have never made sounds like that but the cold just felt so good.

“Y/n?”

The sound startled you so much that you almost dropped the popsicle as you shot up.

“O-oh,” you stumbled. “Jeongin, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The man walked towards you, cursing himself for giving away that he was there in the first place. He would have listened to your moans for as long as he could. He made a mental note of not saying anything if he would be lucky enough to find you in this position again.

“Wh-what are you-” He stopped himself for a second, suddenly over conscious of his words. “What’s that?” He pointed towards the obvious object enveloped by your tongue. “A popsicle,” you replied dryly. “Want a taste?”

It was cute to see how quickly he closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your hand and bringing the blue stick towards his mouth. As he licked it, he looked at you, gauging your reaction. You chuckled and took the popsicle back, sticking it back in your own mouth.

“How-” Jeongin began, once again hyper aware of saying the right things. “H-How far can you take that?”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you delicately pushed the ice inside your mouth. With each centimeter, Jeongin’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. At some point, you were afraid they were going to pop out of his head. You kept going until you felt your gag reflex kicking in, not realizing how much of the popsicle had disappeared.

“Whoa,” Jeongin said breathily. “That’s amazing, y/n.” You smiled at the compliment and teasingly planted a kiss on his cheek.

“If you want to practice that some time again with a bigger prop, I have one for you. I think it would feel really good, for both of us.”

Masterlist

#skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #lee felix #seo changbin #kim seungmim #yang jeongin #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #lee minho #christopher chan bang #stray kids imagines

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wolframxlee · 11 months ago

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Hello everyone, it’s Lemon! New to tumblr so don’t have a pretty design yet but posting my intro for my boy, Wolfram, a second year astronomy major with sonic scream! I’m always open to DMs on here or on discord so just DM to swap usernames and read more below if you’d like! My time zone is GMT-4 but I have an odd schedule a lot of the time so it’s a bit loose!

Name: Wolfram Lee

Age: 25

Birthday: July 7th

Astrology: Triple Cancer

Occupation: Astronomy major, part-timer

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: He/him

Temperament: Sanguine

Style: Punk-goth, crop tops, harnesses, ripped jeans, boots, sweatshirts, cropped sweaters,

Hair colors: Varies; usually orange, brown, blonde or blue

Health related: ADHD, hypermobile

Emotion level: Sensitive crybaby

+: Outgoing, agile, generous

=: Curious, carefree, excitable

-: Loud, stubborn, curious

Faceclaim: Bang Christopher Chan

Likes: most food, sweet teas, dancing, music, parties, swimming, cooking, Pokémon and baby animals

Dislikes: sudden loud noises, radishes

Aesthethics: Lovecore, heartcore, cottagecore, curly cows and warm earth tones

Languages: Korean, English, Korean Sign Language, Australian Sign Language, bit of French

Anomaly: Sonic Scream

Anomaly details:

Wolfram can emit an extremely powerful high—or low pitch of vibration that can be focused into energy if he screams or raises his voice. Wolfram can shatter objects, break surfaces and propel people backwards or off balance. The scream can shatter eardrums if used violently but is not otherwise deadly even when used with force, though prolonged use may result in headaches and nausea for everyone involved!!

On Nullivi: He can speak, has an accent, and feels very odd about it because he can be loud and incredibly awkward, prone to rambling.

Limitations:

Wolfram can change the pitch of the scream but not the damage done: this means that he cannot speak, sing, laugh for example, without repercussions.

Wolfram can only cover a few yards at most. Due to the physiology of his anatomy, his voice will always produce a pitch of above a soft tone (laughing loudly, singing, speaking, etc but not coughing or whistling.)

Wolfram must have good aim or risk shattering someone else’s eardrums, or his own if the sound bounces off something unsuspecting.

Must have good balance so he doesn’t fling himself over.

Personality:

Wolfram is an extrovert: despite being shy because of his quiet voice and anomaly, he thrives on being around others and socializing, partying and playing around and exploring new places. He is adventurous and athletic but cannot play sports in large groups due to the nature of his anomaly. He uses sign language or a notes app on his phone if he doesn’t want to risk speaking but can also whisper or speak in a low tone to avoid hurting others’ ears. He has a thick accent and so does his Voice AI. Wolfram was homeschooled for a good portion of his life so he can be a little awkward. He tends to run on the laid back side and is sensitive but will probably physically defend himself before using his Scream as a last resort.

#nm:intro

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braemjeorn · 4 months ago

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CHAPTER XVIII [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre/notes: general audience, fluff, slight angst, relationship discussion, age gap concerns, domesticity

wordcount:

summary: another angle to the story.

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

TAGLIST: @spookykryptoniteperson @nixtape-foryou @do-you-know-what-else-is-big

Commodore Bang and Lady Jang make quite the lovey painting; she in her patterned blue gown and him in his black frock coat against the blooming greens of Barlnshore’s grounds. Birds are chirping about them, finishing their early morning work; it might have been mesmerizing, if not for the pregnant silence between the two. Lady Jang had pried the Commodore away for her own company, and he was fully aware of her ways that precede an impending matter. So Chan waited; Nayoung only tightened her lips and fell into such silence when she contemplated making a sharp remark to an unwelcome guest, driving them never to return to her vicinity or step into her salon. And yet, he could stare long enough, and such gaze was enough to pry her thoughts out.

“The boys seemed happier,” Nayoung began. ”It seemed they really could not settle without their Miss Son.” She then turned to him with a knowing smile. “She’s a delightful creature, is she not?”

Chan did not immediately answer, unprepared for the subject’s introduction.

“I bel— I think… She is. She is,” he repeated, internally cursing his stutters. All of a sudden, he found it difficult to discuss the governess.

Lady Jang was swift as ever, “Then you approve and esteem her?”

There was another lengthy pause; she turned to find confusion in his face. But soon Chan said quietly, “How can I not?—She is a capable educator.”

“I do think so myself. And in such consideration, she outranks me in many things.”

“Such as?”

“Gaining your fondness?”

Chan’s steps halted and fixed his companion a look. “Annette, what are you speaking of?

Nayoung’s smirked. “I have this odd delight in rendering men flustered. But you hardly blink at my teasings, Christopher—it was rather remarkable. Until now.” She looked up, and her stare levelled into some sharpness. “Be frank with me, dear friend. Do you like her?”

Chan found his voice too soft as he returned her question, “How can one dislike her?”

Nayoung’s eyebrows quirked up, and Chan felt guilt wash over him—how figments of his thoughts consisted of the constant presence of a laughing brunette, which recurred more than a vivid red figure.

Nayoung sighs, “I suppose I should narrow the strike by asking if you love her instead.”

The words brought a fullness to Chan’s chest, he might as well cough up rose petals.

“Nayoung…” he sighed.

“Do you, Chan?”

“I don’t! —I don’t know!” There was exasperation when Commodore Bang glared back to his friend. “It might have always been there or it might have been you putting ideas into my head!”

“Necessary ideas,” Lady Jang smirked.

“For what necessity?” Chan fritted.

“For your boys.” Nayoung sighed. She reached to hold his tense arms, speaking hushedly yet with firmness, “Chan, I have very little maternal affection. Perhaps none—I had no children and by now I’m not inclined to them. If I marry you, I'll need to portion what little, meaningless endearment I have seven people. And persuading me that my heart can do otherwise—can do a grander, more gracious, dutiful turn, would be a disastrous expectation for them.”

“I made a promise with you—”

“Then shake my hands and break our engagement in good conscience,” she said. “In mutual agreement—for we only agreed to marry each other out of…Well, I don't know. I’m not sure of it now. You wanted a mother for your children, and I thought you were a good company to live with for the rest of my life. And somehow I thought I could manage and get along with your boys. But thank goodness I listened to my hesitance and waited to tell the church for this long. Thank goodness for our age and unhurriedness! You’re so much happier here with them than in my place.”

Chan shifted at her mused observation. “No, that is untrue—”

“Did you ever laugh with us? With our pieces of news from the Parliament or the theatre?” Nayoung prompted, smiling wider when Chan paused in surprise. “No remark amused you beyond a… very bland smile. The first time I heard you laugh was here. When Seungmin wolfed down his fruit pie, forcing the whole thing into his mouth. And I don't know why his efforts are so endearing but you laughed like… Like it was the greatest gag by a king’s joker, you gasped and took a breath and laughed again and held your head in your palm and laughed some more for a good seven minutes! Christopher, I’ve never seen you happier here. It makes me think, in truth, I know very little of you after all.”

“Same goes to her, then,” Chan hissed, inclining his head to where the governess and Bambam were sitting. “She’s known me less than you have!”

Nayoung laughed, “It’s not the same.”

There was a scream from the boys, followed by some laughter.

“You love her. Or terribly fond of her, either way,” Lady Jang continued. “Ever since the day she climbed out of the waters—or the day after that, to be more exact. You look at her as if… You are so fond of her that your heart warmed and began to yearn for her presence, not a mere comfort of companionship.”

“Annette…”

“Christopher, we are not in love.”

They faced one another again, and he reached for her hand as if to steady himself in this confusion or refute the statement, “We agreed it would not be for that reason.”

“Yet speak frankly, Christopher, when Minho is twenty, which face do you think will bring you a brighter smile to see across the table at breakfast?” Nayoung asked, her voice lower in her sincerity. “Why settle for comforting companionship when you can have some warm passion again?”

“Practicality,” Chan drawled.

Nayoung bristled, and her hold shook the man. “For heaven's sake, Bang, indulge yourself to happiness, will you!?”

“You are so eager to be rid of me,” Chan returned.

“We would be unhappy if we forced this on,” Nayoung hissed, then tilting her head to the huddle behind her. “They would be unhappy.”

The diversion to his children settled some gravity into the man, and she pursued on more calmly, “I do like your company. We entertain and get along well enough with each other between drinks and dances. But being a wife and a mother demands more responsibility which I am entirely out of touch to support you. If only you, we wouldn’t have been in this mettle. But I’m too—selfish to be what you all need, and I would not have you all endure a scowling old hag, dissatisfied with her choices and her life.”

Chan ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. “I wonder if this is just an idea you put in my head to escape me or the truth.”

“The truth.” Nayoung shrugged when she added, “Or a woman’s intuition and mature sensibility.”

“Who are you to judge my own heart?”

“It is something you have yet to know or realise. But I've considered my feelings and thought it would be best. I don't hate you, Christopher. You are a good friend. Perhaps it should just stay like that. I cannot be what you need now. But she would be wonderful, by your side, with them. They deserve nothing less but someone of her calibre.”

Their gaze returned to the young governess. The twins were offering flowers to her lap and she laughed as she inspected the entwined blooms. The setting sun illuminated her face while her brown hair shimmered gold-like about her. Nayoung glanced at Chan and let a smile rise at his transfixed eyes.

“Come now, you must admit the truth in my reasoning, Commodore.”

“I loathe to.”

She laughed, noting how his hesitating words made him the most stubborn, oblivious mule.

“I pray that one day you will be happy,” Nayoung murmured. “That your heart might bloom anew, warm and bright. That much you deserve, my dear lonely sailor.” She held him tenderly by the shoulder and leaned to kiss his cheek. Their eyes met, and with it, every understanding was exchanged and settled. “I shall now tell Ms Kim to pack our things and call the carriage for an early return to the capital.”

“You should have said yes when I asked you the first time,” Chan huffed.

Lady Jang giggled. “We were both intoxicated with wine—had we agreed then, it would have ruined us. I shall part away from you, and soon I’ll be away from your thoughts, and I hope that will make a much wider room for someone more vivacious to occupy them. Someone who might thrive better than teaching in classrooms.”

Chan’s breath caught at the mention, and his wide eyes sharply turned to her receding figure. Nayoung gave an amused smile despite the heavy lead weighing inside her ribs. “I give blessings to no other, Commodore Bang.”

“Appa.”

Chan shifted from his stance, turning towards the door where Jeongin stood. He had been looking down at his letters, though not seeing them. His thoughts had taken great liberty to drift and consider various possible circumstances and outcomes and the sensibility of taking certain actions. In addition to sentimental prodding and scrutiny, Chan had been prone to solemn pondering and lapse of inattentiveness since Baroness Jang’s departure. It had been easy for his sons to catch him unaware; quite impressive that no noisy item had been set behind him—his jerking in surprise would be a delightful trick.

Jeongin waited at the door, expectantly waiting for his acknowledgement. When has he grown so big to amass such patience? Chan cleared his throat, “Yes, Jeongin—what is it that you come upon me so?”

“Do you like Miss Son?”

He felt his neck crack to fix a stare at the boy. Now, that’s one practical joke—it would not surprise him if this was one of Changbin and Hyunjin’s plots.

“Pardon…?!“

“Do you like Miss Son?” Jeongin repeated. Prodding, or worrying that his father had not attended to him well.

Chan, for his part, thought that the fates were pointing accusatory fingers behind his youngest. Yet truth be told, it would have been more plausible to see similarly inquiring (in an unnerving, we-knew-all-about-it-yes-truly way) gaze of his other six. But Jeongin pried so timidly that he nearly believed that he asked out of personal impulse. Either way, his brothers were engrossed in the library, and during their rowdy play and lunch earlier he caught a little whiff of mischief plotting, even with his sparse scrutiny. Surely they have not made such a swift conclusion from the Baroness’ early departure. But children know things, more than adults assume.

“Why are you asking that?” he said lightly, loosening his tense shoulder and glare to fix the papers over his desk. Not that the image of the question’s objective person rising in his mind’s eye—with her laughing face at Jisung’s tales—was easy to ignore. “Of course, I do.”

“Then will you marry her?”

As a retired naval officer, Commodore Bang held firm confidence that he knew how to swim well enough not to get choked by water, much less plain air. The older ones have marked some influence over Yennie.

“No,” he answered with great struggle.

“Why?”

Must he ask it despondently? “Well, why do you think I should marry her? Suddenly?”

“She’s nicer than the Baroness.”

“Is that so?” Chan bit in a laugh at the frank statement. ”Do your brothers think the same?”

Jeongin nodded, vehemently sincere.

“She is lovely, isn’t she?” Chan mused, stunned in a way. Was everyone so drawn to her, and only he was the only one unconscious of her particular effects on him? Was she equally aware of it and tugged at the strings of attraction in hopes of a return? Or was it only in a cordial friendly manner, which he observed and felt too deeply? He’s not certain what would happen if the seven of them exposed him for it.

“Jeongin, I have a request.”

“Yes?”

Chan kneeled, waving the lad closer. Jeongin skipped near him, and Chan held him by the shoulders, lowering his voice to speak slowly.

“Do not mention this to anyone, all right? Do not talk about suggesting me marrying Miss Son to anyone. Not to Uncle Bambam or the staff; especially your brothers and Miss Son herself.” Chan moved to hold Jeongin’s hands, wringing his face to an easier smile, “Do you think you can do that?”

“I should keep hush,” Jeongin nodded.

The replying chuckle was more genuine. “Yes, please. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Chan had no idea how much security he could trust in Jeongin’s silence. But perhaps it would do good to have some faith in his youngest and deal with the consequences himself should a slip-up happen later. He’s the father, after all. Chan extended his pinky to Jeongin, which the boy gleefully latched his to. Chan then drew him into a hug. “Very well. Why don’t you go play with your brothers now?”

Jeongin nodded, happily sliding off his father’s arms and trotted out of the study. Commodore Bang let out a measured breath, grasping and clasping his trembling hands, then rubbing one to the back of his flushed neck. It would not do for him to muddle upon it now, but he will have to think about it aloud. Preferably with others, which is why it did not take him long to speak of it to Younghyun and Sana.

“Jeongin thinks I should marry Miss Son,” he said to Sana when they assembled in one of the sitting rooms that look out to the garden.

The housekeeper was ready to laugh at the notion—it hadn't been two weeks since Baroness Jang left Barlnshore and Chan admitted to dissolving their engagement. Incompatible goals, he had calmly explained in his light, almost confused voice. But she caught the sombreness on her friend’s face as he looked out of the window, contrasting with how he tried to say it as if it was only a joke on Jeongin’s part and that all should regard it similarly.

“The boys and their perceptions,” Sana remarked airily. “If I had half of their ignorant confidence, I would have suggested it myself months ago.”

Chan scowled and clicked his tongue, “She’s eighteen years younger than me.”

“There have been marriages of greater disparity in age—”

“But she has such a life before her!” the Commodore bristled. “The things I do at her age!”

“It wouldn’t compare—you were out at sea amassing a fortune. At her age, a woman would have two babes already and perhaps another on the way.” Sana pursed her lips. “But she is a teacher.”

Chan turned. “What of it?”

“Marrying you would be very good for her. She might be very well-provided for instead of scraping by with a meagre yearly income. Suppose she aspires to be independent for a longer time she might find herself in a better position, God willing. After this, she might be a governess at the homes of other lords or well-off families. Or she might only teach at that school, but for how long will it take to gather enough finance to retire comfortably? She might do that until she’s an old maid. Even if she’s not marrying you, how well off could men who request her hand be?”

“You are praising me?”

Sana clicked her tongue, and there was a laughing huff from Chan.

“I’m observing with reason!” she insisted.

“Considering how the boys adore her and how well they get along, it would be a missed blessing to not propose,” Younghyun spoke up, suddenly appearing by the door. “Might as well think how profoundly affected they would be when she leaves, Chan-ah. They look to her more as a mother than a governess.”

One can consider that such remarks applied to the Commodore's regard of her. He paced behind the window, which is broad as much as it is long. His fingers tapped upon the sill, sometimes turning his signet ring while his teeth worried his lips. Considering the boy's warm affection for the governess, he wondered if her leaving would settle another cloud of emptiness in the house. Not as painful as the first, but it would be equally unbearable. Miss Son herself had lavished them with some form of maternal affection—which the younger ones have lacked in the past three years and what he had hoped Nayoung would fill. But as courteous and nurturing the Baroness was to her lady friends, it was hard for her to extend similar care to people so much younger. Combine that with the need to fill the space when the oldest two leave for school…

“The boys are young, though. Soon they will be occupied in other kinds of work by the years,” Sana reasoned. “Minho and Changbin are going to school, and Hyunjin has his artistic endeavours. The younger ones will follow to school soon before you can think of it, occupied with a new instructor in her post.”

It was a realistic future to look out for—it would lessen his pain—and yet the image of it hollowed and chilled the Commodore’s heart with dread. She would be gone first, and then his two oldest. Hyunjin and the twins would follow while the youngest two grew up. And he will remain here, with his ledgers and meetings with farmers and stablemasters and occasional visits from Bambam. Perhaps Hannah was right in saying that the house is too grand—and what will he do? Aye, he will have the spirit to go about his days but he might be just slightly more of the shell he had been some ten months ago in the lonely house when the seven truly leaves the nest, longing for… something he should have—

Chan brushed the thought away with a huff. “Will they forget her?” he asked instead.

“Now you don’t just forget people you’ve known for some while,” Younghyun replied. “I could return to my old hometown and recognise the people there. Those I’ve known well and those I've merely passed by every day when I was seventeen. I’m sure I won’t forget their faces now in my forties.”

“You do love her, do you Chan-ie?” Sana-san asked quietly. “You should see the way you smile and laugh with her. And your thoughts wouldn’t trouble you so much if you don’t.”

“She means you frown too much,” Younghyun remarked. Sana glared at him and might have sent a spool of thread flying his way had they been younger.

‘These days,” Younghyun specified.

“She is goodness and light I never thought to encounter again in this life. At this time of my life, and in consideration to… what I’ve lost.” Commodore Bang sighed. “And that is why I w—…”

His voice trailed away, and the silence was only broken by the clock’s ticking, louder than the children’s laughter.

“If Miss Son likes or tolerates you an equal amount at the least, why not propose to her a possible union?” Sana gently offered. “If you feel it improper with her living under your generosity, propose to her some weeks after she returns home and settle the engagement longer than the four-week ban-reading.”

Chan groaned, hands flying up to his temples. “I fear she would find the inequality existing even then. Would it not be too selfish? She is very much an independent woman; a free little sparrow. She might have better opportunities to find a younger gentleman—oh, she can easily attract them. Fellows of better means and income, or merely by standing equally new into a marriage would…” There was a pause again as Chan trailed away in his thoughts. Sana and Younghyun waited, each composing how to act should the silence lengthen. But then Commodore Bang shook his head adamantly and stalked about the window again. “I can’t. No, I’ll… I’ll send for a new gover— a new tutor in April, or.. Yennie could live with his cousins while his brothers go to school and…” Something outside caught his attention, and his earlier woes were forgotten as he murmured, “Why is Hannah here?”

Sana turned to the steward—Younghyun shifted to attention.

“My apologies, I came to tell you Mrs Lee had arrived with her daughters—”

“Ah, hyung ! How could you forget!?” sighed the Commodore, reverting as the youngest among them.

“It was riveting to see you in crisis!” Mr Kang teased, tailing on his young master as the latter stalked away.

“How could you delight in my misery!?”

Minatozaki-san did not hold back her giggle.

“He’s quite erased the idea,” Mr Kang observed one afternoon to Minatozaki-san. The family and their governess had gathered for snacks with reading and games in the drawing room, and the two staff were passing by the hall.

“It looks like he does, but he’s still mulling about it,” the housekeeper countered.

The older two boys were eliminated from their board games, and Changbin whined to his brother about going for a walk outdoors before the sunset; the eldest, on the other hand, was like a deflated skin in his seat, even yawning widely at one point.

“Come on, we can see the ponies!”

“No,” came the curt reply.

“Why ever not?” Changbin dragged his words. He swayed from side to side while Minho remained in his languid state.

“I don’t want to.”

“You’re just going to stare off into space, what’s the point in that?”

“If I’m so tired, that’s the most reasonable thing to do.”

Changbin was about to come up with another retort when the Commodore folded his newspaper away and called from the sofa across them. “Minho, come to the stable with me?”

The eldest blinked. With an all right, he rose sprightly—even leaping out of his chair, like some coffee was spooned into him. Swiftly he walked out of the room, announcing that he’d change into his boots and outer coat. Changbin was betrayed, and feeling it most keenly, began to holler as he rushed after the eldest, “I just asked you to come with me—What do you mean by that?! ”

Mari bit down her smile. Hyunjin and the twins were snickering at the scene. Commodore Bang rose to follow the two and get dressed—he met Mari’s eyes, and the amused twinkle in both pairs of eyes made it hard for them to resist sharing a grin.

The two senior staff watched the exchange but continued down the hall to their quarters.

“He would persist in being a gentleman and she would not know any better,” said Mr Kang. “Does she know by any chance? Did she ever tell you?”

“She is far too collected and reserved to confess it to me—if there be any affection,” Minatozaki-san replied. “But one can easily assume she is as fond of him as she adores the boys. Hannah certainly noticed.”

Younghyun fell quiet, recalling how the housekeeper and the Commodore’s sister exchanged a few words that afternoon. “Did you tell Ms Bang, by any chance?”

“I nearly did, but she remarked on it first,” Sana defended and added with some hesitance. “She thought they got along well despite the age difference. That’s when I mentioned his feelings and hesitancy on the exact matter. The knowledge startled her as if she expected him to be more oblivious. But she also contemplated that he must be brooding too much.”

Mr Kang smiled at the precise reckoning. “Was that all?”

There was some pause before the housekeeper continued; her posture turned unsure, and her voice low, “She said Jaebin would not refuse such a sweet creature.”

Sana turned to her friend, “I haven’t thought about it, Younghyun. Do you think she would approve of Mari?”

At that moment, they came across a portrait of the late Baroness. Minho was with her, donned in a white dress that compliments his mother’s pale green one and the white plumes on her hat. They were looking at one another, noticeable compared to other portraits where at least one of the subjects would be looking to the front. Mr Kang remembered that day quite well—Jaebin had appealed for the painter to paint her thus since her incapability of looking away from her son frustrated the man.

“I don’t think she would refuse someone who adores her babies as much as she did,” he said.

But the days passed and the trunks were packed, and no exceptional dialogue occurred, as far as the two were concerned. Nothing that would lead to any revolutionary shift in the household, despite the ever-present exchange of smiles and knowing looks. Then one ordinary breakfast came and finished, and the boys trailed away not to the classroom but out into the front of the house, while she closed the door to her room. Hugs and handshakes were extended among warm words of parting. An envelope was delegated, an arm extended to lead her for a final goodbye, and after more tender hugs, a hand led her away to the carriage. Soon, even if the final pause was lengthy, the horses started, and she drove away from the garden out of the gates.

Nobody shifted after the carriage was out of sight, the breeze humming along their longing sighs and the descending stillness. Then Minho brushed a finger over his eyes and leaned to Changbin’s ears. The latter nodded and Seungmin was relegated to the second eldest. Minho walked ahead, grasping Hyunjin’s shoulder as he passed him and Jeongin. With an easy pace, he walked towards his father, pausing by his side. The Commodore stared ahead, a sombreness in his face but no hardened jaw. He turned to Minho, the two sharing a long look at one another. The Commodore patted Minho’s shoulder, who then called the twins to turn back. Jisung and Yongbok dragged their pace, taking comfort under Minho’s arm. Slowly they all turn back into the house, from Changbin and Seungmin to Minho and the twins, their footsteps prominent in the sudden hollowness of the house.

Sana made to turn in behind them when Younghyun suddenly remarked, “I would be less surprised if he had proposed to her in the foyer. I am more surprised that he managed to send her away.”

She turned to look back outside, where Chan remained before the stairs, staring out the road towards the gates. The wind ruffled more of his hair and the tails of his coat, his hands clasped neatly behind him. Even without seeing his face, one can easily presume what leaves him rooted in such a stance.

“Does he though?” Sana sighed. She picked up her skirt, leaving Younghyun to rouse their friend. Perhaps some tea and yakgwa would do well for them.

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Shocking revelation that isn't actually that shocking is Tumblr making me keenly aware that I am into perverts/perverted behavior (some of my rebloged fics should make this more clear on what I mean) and that maaaayyyy beeeee because I am a huge fucking pervert myself🥲

On that note: Perv!Bangchan that doesn't give half a shit about displaying his perverted behavior for the whole world to see.

I.e:

Smacking your ass when you walk past him at the dorms whether the other guys are there or not

Thrusting against you if you bend over to get something in the fridge while he's in the kitchen

Not bothering to hide the panties he stole from you in his room even when you or the members are in his room (Shameless prick)

It's speculated (Hilarious speculation fr🤣) Chan walks around the dorms commando sometimes and why the hell does that have to change when you're around? You've seen way more than the guys anyways🙄 (Per your request though he's calmed on this subconscious habit of his)

Will sit right next to you in the dorms when the members aren't there and watch porn and jerk off. The bastard won't let you touch yourself or him either too.

Would purposefully get you all hot and bothered in public then make you deal with it until you get home and sometimes he'd make you solve the problem yourself

Fingering you under the table at dinner with your parents every month? Yes

I could go on with this pervert but I'll leave some for your beautiful mind to add as well😉

We *cough* me, you & anon *cough* low-key like it even though we put up a "Christopher stop it." act in public.

But then he just reminds us later that he's the one in charge and can do whatever he wants- (Free use agreed upon by you both obviously) -and who are you, his personal cum dumpster, to say anything?

You know I'm loving how this went from "Perv!Bangchan Headcanon" to "Dom!Bangchan Scenarios" 🤣🤣

Hump

→ Perv!Chan x Reader (ft. Hyunjin?) → Chan just can't control himself around you, it doesn't matter if someone's watching you. → wc. 2.9k → smut

I'm in my exhibitionism phase don't mind me. And if you're shy and can't look his members in the eyes, even on a daily basis ? He loves to make it worst when he show off how perverted he is for you. I kinda feel like it's not hard thought enough for a hard thought but anywayyy (so many tags cuz I don't know if you guys look up for chan or bang chan ugh)

"Do no you need help?"

It was a Friday night and you were hanging at the dorm, busying yourself in the kitchen when suddenly, a wild Hyunjin appeared, poking his head from behind the door. You are a scaredy cat so yes, you did jump and screech as if Ghostface was before your eyes with a butcher knife and blood on his robe.No wonder you almost dropped the net of potatoes that you were carrying.

"Oh, you must be tired, it's fine don't worry! But thank you for proposing helping me." You gently smiled, shaking your head as you made your way over the bar. Hyunjin really was a good. person, always willing to help you in any way he could. That's why he was your favorite boy among the members of the boy group - but don't tell Felix that.

"I insist, I would gladly help you."

You were septic. He had plenty of things to do today, and if the eye bags under his eyes were a sign, he was definitely tired from his long day of work. But you still looked at him, contemplating your choice and trying to see if he was just being nice to you or if he genuinely wanted to help you - more so if he could in that state of his. But you agreed, eventually, nodding your head and smiling as you thanked him when he took the net from your hands - you pretended to not see him struggling even more than you, hiding your giggle in the palm of your hand.

Today was a special day- No, scratch that, it was a day like any other. Except this time you'd gone to the dormitory of your famous boyfriend and leader of the Stray Kids boysband, Christopher Bang Chan. He'd been asking you to come and visit him for days, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up in the warmth and comfort you provided him every time he lounged beside you - which he haven't been able to do for quite some time now.

And despite the fact that you had plenty of things to do at home, you also knew that he needed your support, especially after the exhausting comeback he'd had, the hectic schedule, the interviews and the shows. You were his only comfort when it all came down on him. He had his kids, sure, but he wanted to talk to someone who had nothing to do with the world he lived in. And you were there. So he hung on to you, not leaving you even for a minute whenever you were hanging at the dorms. He wanted to enjoy every minute with you, even if it meant showing his affection and love for you in front of everyone. Chan wasn't one to be ashamed of being in love and head over heels for you - even if his members teased him about how he was just like a puppy in love when you were around. But you were safe for now, he was off to the shower.

As you pulled out the ingredients you needed, you explained to Hyunjin what you were going to cook tonight, explaining in detail how you were going to do it and how he could help. He was eager to learn and to be helpful, which was quite nice. When he was alone, he was not loud like Jisung or Changbin could be - they were so used to seeing you that their inhibitions had going down the drain a long time ago. So, discussions of all kind, almost whispered in the silence of the kitchen, filled the room, making you smile softly. The dancer really was an interesting person to talk to.

Since you were busy chatting quietly about Kami, you failed to notice the additional figure in the kitchen. Your lover boy was standing near the door, only wrapped in a towel as he was gazing at you with a goofy and love-struck smile.

You only noticed him when Hyunjin looked up, searching for a better knife - because yes, you have the right to he have preferences when it comes to the sharpness of your knife. That's when his gaze landed near the doorframe, spotting his leader. The latter was shamelessly leering up and down at you, biting his lips and while eye-fucking you like a desperate horny teenager. The stare was so intense and intimidate that for a seconds Hyunjin wondered why he was here. He was not supposed to see this, was he? So he cleared his throat awkwardly and remarked in a far too high-pitched voice. "Oh, you're done Chan."

You looked up, eager to see your boyfriend. And when you did, your cheeks flushed and you suddenly felt lightheaded at the mere sight of his muscular, watery body as droplets of water were running down his beautiful and sculpted abs. Chan without make-up, his hair in messy curls, was a dangerous man. You'd seen him in all his moods - anger, joy, lust - but each time was a first time with him. It was like you always found a new detail on his body - even if you know for a fact that you can draw his body with your eyes closed.

"Hey Baby girl." he smiled as he approached you and hugged your frame between his muscular arms. You welcomed his embrace by closing your arms behind his back, smiling at your man. And if the smirk on his face was a sign, you knew that Chan was perfectly aware of the uncomfortable situation he'd just created in the room by coming here half-naked. But it was fun - to him at least. The Australian loved to see his members pinning over his girlfriend. To anyone else she might not have been special, pretty, talented or out of the ordinary, but the very fact that she was the other significant of their leader, the person they respected the most, one of the people they adored, made her special to them. More than once he'd seen them look at you with a particular look when you were laughing or smiling. Even when you were angry or too involved in a game of video games, they'd have this look on their face. That's why he particularly enjoyed teasing them. All of them, even you.

The leader of Stray Kids is a pervert. While it might sounds like the headline of a ridiculous and unexpected cover story, it is a real character trait that the other members of Stray Kids had become aware when they met you. And he proved it again, when he sported a hard on at the mere sight of your happy face and flushed cheeks with his beloved member right next to you, the tip of his ears pink, swaying on his feet and playing with his fingers. He was only a man, after all, how was he supposed to react when two of the people who mattered the most to him were there, right across the table, having fun together.

No, honestly, he blamed your skirt. It wasn't short or pretty, in fact, it was ankle-length, one of those light, elegant summer skirts. And Chan loved seeing you wear those skirts. Because that way, his mind, polluted by thoughts of you and crude, obscene fantasies, could imagine your curves beneath the fabric. It appealed to his memory, the memory of your beautiful legs wrapped around his head as he was fucking your hole with his tongue, in and out, slowly, taking in your smell, slurping your mixed juices dripping out of your abused cunt after he fucked you in the bathroom of a restaurant far too expensive and luxurious for the two of you. This memory in particular made him laugh, as the horrified face of an old lady covered in jewels was burned into his retinas after she caught you coming out of the men's room looking disheveled. You'd begged Chan to leave the restaurant without even eating, and you'd ended up watching a movie in the dormitory, Chan laughing, amused, every time his members asked why you weren't at the restaurant.

It was this kind of memory that Chan lost himself in every time he saw you in a long skirt. And you weren't aware of it, at all. And it was so cute that sometimes he even felt guilty for having such thoughts about you. But most of the time, like now, it made him want more.

"Chris! How was your shower?"

"Sweet, needed, warm. Would have been better if you joined me." He enunciated in the crook of your neck, drop of water dripping from his wet hair, wetting your neck, making you giggle at the ticklish sensation and the not so hidden innuendo.

"Good. Can you let us cook now? I really need this to be done by tonight., the Kids will be hungry"

"No~ I don't want to. Why are they getting more attention than I do? It's a bit unfair if you ask me." he whined and clung to your body, perfectly aware of the way Hyunjin tried to hide a laugh between two cough. He turned you over, pecking your lips and smacking your ass cheek, his casual demeanor changing suddenly as his deep voice - the on ehe uses in the bedroom, made you well aware of the sensation of his dick pocking your behind. His voice dropped a few octaves and he said out loud before a very almost horny Hyunjin:"The meal is ready though?"

You pushed him away, face flushed, and hit his torso with your fist, laughing awkwardly at how shameless he was in front of his younger member who just chocked on his saliva and turned his gaze towards the ceiling, finding it more interesting than the both of you. "Stop it!"

"Stop hitting me!" he laughed, playfully catching your wrists. But you could tell, you knew. It was more of a warning than a joke. You must not forget that he was the one in charge, you agreed on letting him used you and pampered you in front of everyone so you had no other choices but to endure everything his perverted mind came up with. Like this one time when he deepthroated you in his studio, stroking your hair while pushing his dick deeper in your throat as he was manspreading in his comfortable desk chair. It always is a sickeningly good pain.

"What are you up to?" He asked, peeking over your shoulder to see what was on the bar.

The next minutes went smoothly, the three of you talked, telling stories or just rambling about unimportant things. You had all decided to not address the elephant in the room, namely Chan in a towel with his hard on very…noticeable. Or the way he would eye you up and down, or the way he'd slap your ass every time you walked by, laughing loudly at the blush on your face and Hyunjin's.

"Oh, the salad spinner is under the sink."

You looked up at Hyunjin, who was staring at the sink out of the corner of his eye with a repulsed expression - he really did not wanted to bend down, his back was still killing him after the intense dance practice. As he was nice enough to lend a hand even when he was tired, you simply softly and wiped your hands on the napkin before nodding in his direction. "I'll get it. Could you chop the vegetables please?"

One of Chan's favorite things to do was definitely watching you bend over. He loved seeing the curve of your ass, the way your back would arch - it really was a beautiful sight. And every time you do just that, he just can't help but let you know how good you make him feels, how responsive his body is to yours. So when you bent over, looking for the object you wanted, his body gravitated towards yours as if it had a mind on its own.

His hands grabbed your hips, and, when you weren't expecting it, began to hump you. Gently yet hardly, pushing his hips against yours again and again, not one glimpse of shame on his face as he lets out a grunt, knowing damn well that Hyunjin was watching. How could he not, it was basically free and quality porn just in front of him. He might as well be as much perverted as him. Watching his Hyung humping you like the horny dog he was, grinding his dick against your ass, out of nowhere, and throwing his head back at the feeling of your clothed cheeks against his crotch. And your face. Oh! your surprised face, big round eyes gazing absentmindedly inside the cupboard a you took what he was giving you without complaining, too stunned to speak yet so pliant and obedient for his Hyung, allowing him to indulge into his fantasies.

And Chan ? He loved hearing you squeal as you froze like a deer caught in the headlights, surely enjoying the feel of his huge dick against your ass. He knew you were suppressing a moan in the hollow of your throat - or was it a complaint? He couldn't care less as he knew for a fact that you were blushing as if he'd whispered the worst obscenities straight in your hear. He didn't even have to see our expression to know that. That same expression he loved, one of embarrassment and awkwardness, of a little guilty pleasure as he did something daring, even borderline before people - like that time he'd stroked your private parts up and down as you sat right across from your close friends, stopping only when he was sure you'd cum in your panties.

"C-Chris!"

"Sorry baby girl, it was very tempting…" he groaned, giving a last thrust before backing up and leaning over the bar as if nothing happened. Typical Chan after he'd suddenly realized his fantasies on a whim. "Oh wait."

You straightened up hastily, cheeks burning and gaze turning to Hyunjin for a split second before returning your gaze to your boyfriend, confused.

"No, keep on doing what you were doing, I was just thinking out loud."

You shyly nodded and, with shaking hands and wobbly legs, kept on doing what you were doing: looking for the salad spinner. Hesitantly, you looked behind you at Chan, who was smiling mischievously, fully aware of your inner dilemma.

"W-Wait ! I'll do it ! You can cut the vegetables." Hyunjin intervened, his cheeks as red as yours, trying to avoid another situation that would embarrass you both.

But he couldn't outsmart the Australian's brilliant mind. A few minutes later, just as Chan had resumed the conversation, ignoring the tense atmosphere in the room, another strange thing happened. Well, not so strange by the standards of you and your boyfriend. As you nibbled on a potato chip that Hyunjin had kindly offered you, turned towards the stove to keep an eye on the frying pan, him at your side, a cool sensation struck your thighs and lower back, making you wonder about the temperature in the room. But it wasn't until you heard the sound of a camera and Hyunjin's indignant "Hyung!" that you realized what had just happened - that mother fucker just raised your skirt above your hips to take a picture of your buttocks, which were very much naked thanks to your boyfriend. As you were about to turn towards him, his voice stopped you, commanding, "Stay still, got some things to explain to Hyunjin."

And what else could you do but listen to your adorable, naughty boyfriend's orders while hiding your face in your hands? You felt his hand caress your thighs before he slapped your ass, giggling at the way your flesh was wiggling.

"See Hyunjinie? This wet trail over here, on her thighs? It's her getting horny over what I did minutes ago. She's such a pervert~." he cooed, rubbing your sore and red ass before resuming "Well, it's mixed with our cum since I told her not to clean herself up a bit earlier. And she's my good girl, she listened really well! I might give her back her stolen panties since she's being so good to me. Or maybe I could give it to Hyunjin, huh? What do you think about it, Hyunjinie ? Sounds good doesn't it?"

He faced his Donsaeng, who couldn't take his eyes off your face, or at least what was visible of it. The latter's mouth was open and the tips of his ears and neck were completely red. And if the way his body kept turning towards the stove was any indication, he was painfully hard too. Chan knew he was a pervert, he was not ashamed of it and he felt no remorse. He'd loved corrupting you and making you his little cocksleeve, ready and wet for him, warm and tight, at anytime of the day, giving in to his perverted behavior, taking everything he was giving you. And he loved, loved watching his members get the same glint as his whenever you were around, he loved seeing his members slowly become perverted too. And if they needed a little help to accept this facet of their personality, he was more than happy to help.

"Need help with this ? All you gotta say is 'please'."

"Please..."

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huenjin · 4 years ago

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domestic disturbance.

summary — there's a murder in the richest neighborhood of seoul and there's no better detectives to find the killer besides you and bang chan. or, in which you and chan have to be a pretend couple to catch a killer.

pairing — bang chan x reader

genre — fluff, crime, smut | detectives!au, fwb!au, fake marriage!au

word count — 21k words.

warnings — mentions of crime, ie, blood, killings, (one line of) gruesome murder scene, language, along with a whodunnit plot, mentions of cheating (not the main leads), and smut | smut specifications under the cut

smut specs. — established fwb!au where they know each other's limits already, dirty talk, praise kink, grinding, marking and hickeys, choking/asphyxiation, nipple play, breast play, sex in multiple places (on the table, against the wall, on the bed), blowjob, face fucking, deepthroating, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, cervical stimulation, edging, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, creampie, size kink. oh well!

note — this is part of the christmas collab i’m hosting with few other mutuals. i hated this fic and then fell in love madly with it, so yes, this is my baby. there is a plot and so it’s like 50% fluff, 30% crime and 20% smut, okay? i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i loved writing it! much love x

"Did I have to come in today?"

"Mayor Arsehole came in," you hear from the phone and you quickly hop off your bed, throwing the phone back on to the bed after putting it on speaker and rushing to the washroom to grab your toothbrush.

"What does he want now?"

You squeeze the end of the toothpaste carefully, pushing a good amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of the brush before shoving it into your mouth, brushing against the enamel of your teeth quickly and you rush back to your bed.

Chan, on the other end of the phone, plays with the pen on his table, clicking the piston on the top of the mechanical device. He watches the Mayor move his hands dramatically and the Captain trying to make the Mayor understand.

He gets back to you. Dropping the pen, he sits up straight, "Anyhow, come in quick. My gut tells me that they'll call us in, so make it quick. Wait—"

You rush back to the bathroom in a hurry, spitting into the sink and turning the tap on, quickly cleaning your mouth and your face, following a small skincare routine that fits your busy schedule.

"What?" You say after forever and Chan screams, "I knew it."

"Did you just wake up?"

"Yes," you respond, and pull your clothes up from your body and down by the side of the bed mindlessly.

"Holy shit," Chan laughs. "It's nine. Han's going to be so mad. He thinks you're in office already." You hear his chair reclining back and you roll your eyes. "Plus," his voice lowers and you stop in your tracks, hand midway to grab your faux leather jacket.

"What now?"

"I didn't even keep you occupied last night," Chan teases. "Imagine if I did."

"I'm hanging up, you bastard," you yell and Chan laughs, his laughter resonating through your small room and making you smile softly.

"Come quickly, little minx," and he hangs up. You hop back onto your bed, and pulling the pair of thigh high boots you always wear from underneath the wooden framing of the bed, you bury your feet into them and look at your phone.

Bang Christopher Chan is perhaps the only reason you are excited to go to work. That, and lying, murderous bastards.

Down at the station, twenty minutes later (still possibly the best record you've held so far), you rush into the office, heels clinking against the tiles and Chan's waiting for you by his cubicle, smirk prominent on his face and arms folded.

"The queen's here," he teases and you glare. Huffing as you pause right in front of him, you look over his shoulder to see the Mayor still talking to the Captain.

"I'm not late," you squeal, hitting the air in joy and Chan lets you have your moment before sitting back on his chair and breaking it.

"They called for us twice already," Chan tells you and you shudder at the impending doom. You can already feel Captain Han talking about cutting your paychecks for the month for tardiness. You sit on his table, one leg on the ground and the other dangling, heel slightly grazing Chan's black denims.

"What did you tell them?"

He picks up the pen and stares at you, clicking the pen. You narrow your eyes at him, staring at the pen and mumbling, "Stop that, Chan. I've told you it's annoying."

"I do it to annoy you. That's the whole point," he raises his eyebrows obviously and you click your tongue against him and move closer.

"Now," you press on. "What did you tell Ji?"

"Oh, that you have diarrhoea?"

"What the fuck?" And you bend forward, hitting the built man before you, your fists hammering down on his hard biceps and chest. "Why would you say that?"

Chan raises his hands in defense, trying to block as many of your hits as possible. He whines, laughing amusingly at your reaction. He holds your wrists quickly to halt your actions and tugging at them, pulling you closer, he raises an eyebrow, "What else am I supposed to say? That you didn't come in yet?"

You gulp, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy that you pull yourself away and sit straight, dangling your legs slightly. You tilt your head and look at him. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you say, "Valid point you make there, sir."

"When have I not made valid points?" Chan leans back on his chair, arms folded and he looks at you intently, his eyes staring into your soul and you raise your eyebrows.

"Wh—"

"The two of you," you hear the voice boom through the room. Chan and you turn your heads to look at Captain Han Jisung pop his head through the slightly opened door and calling the two of you. "In my room, now."

"Uh oh," Chan mumbles under his breath as he stands up. "Someone's in trouble."

"It's probably you," you glare at him. Hopping off his table, you stand firmly on your boots, tapping your feet slightly in confidence. Chan walks forward and you take longer strides to keep up with him.

"It could never be me. I'm the district's star detective."

"When hell turns cold, yeah."

You and Chan step into Captain Han Jisung's office. He sits behind the wooden desk and Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin stands next to him. The glass walls behind him show a clear view of the beautiful city of Seoul. You smile as you proceed to sit before the Captain, leg on top of the other. Chan sits next to you.

The pictures from a file are scattered all over his table, facing the two of you and your hand instinctively reaches out to grab one. It's a man's body — gruesome enough with the blood that covers it — impaled brutally on the sharp fence spikes.

Chan's eyebrows shoot up and he coughs in surprise. He looks at Jisung with disdain for a short minute before he says, "That is totally not helping with my holiday spirits, Han."

"Captain Han," Jisung reaffirms as he looks at Chan with a glare and gestures at how he should show him respect at least in front of the Deputy Mayor. You chuckle slightly under your breath before putting the picture back on the table.

"What exactly are we looking at, Captain?"

Jisung clears his throat and bends forward to explain, "That is Kim Jihoon. Or at least whatever is left of him. He was found like this today morning by his neighbour. Apparently he fell three stories from his balcony. Kim Jihoon is a data analyst in Samaun Tech—"

"And more importantly, a model resident in the UN Village community." Changbin is stern and his eyes pierce into both yours and Chan's soul as if it demands the two of you to solve the murder right this minute.

"UN Village?" Chan's eyes narrow and your head turns so quickly to look at him. Does he know of the area? "That's the new gated community down in the city, right?"

Changbin scoffs, smirk plastered on his face as he looks away. "Yes, Detective. It's one of the most luxurious communities in Seoul. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about it."

"Hey—" You raise your voice to come to Chan's defense. However, the man is quick himself.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I have an idea what it is like. Just a bunch of rich old men sitting with their glasses of wine as they are locked away from the city's woes by their big high walls. I have watched enough Sky Castle."

You laugh, eyes wrinkling in mirth as you hear Chan take offense. You raise your hand up and your partner claps at it, laughing with you. Changbin scoffs again before turning to look at Jisung who clears his throat to stop the two of you from laughing and to bring your attention back.

"I've brought the two of you in here because you will be investigating the death of Jihoon."

"But—"

"It's Christmas in a few days!"

"We're not in office, Ji," you whine. "Felix and Soojin would be taking our shifts for that week. You gave us the permission after the last case. Don't you remember?"

"Is that how much you care about the citizens?" The mayor shoots at the two of you and for a minute, you cower in your seat, before Chan looks at you worriedly as you recoil.

"Hey, hey, hey," his eyebrows furrow together in anger at the Mayor and you worry if Chan's going to completely lash out. He never did like Changbin in the first place. That and now this and you know this could end bad. "We care enough about the citizens. But look at you. The Mayor comes down personally to hand in a case only when it's some rich community. What? Do you have an apartment there?"

"While you think this highly of me, I can't help but humble myself here," Changbin slams his fist down and Chan rises up. Uh oh! The Mayor edges forward as he continues, "I am very much concerned about the city as well."

"Please," Chan rolls his eyes. Jisung is about to pipe in and stop the conflict when Changbin continues proudly.

"I'll have you know that the UN Village is one of the most exciting residential areas to live in, in Seoul and is one of the most beneficial developments made in a decade here. If it is successful, I can drive almost millions to the city through estate taxes and commerce. And must I remind you of how that is the biggest point in my political agenda—"

"Your political agenda!" Chan is at his patience's end and your arm stretches out to grip at his shirt, to pull him back from fighting but your partner is so caught up in his anger that he doesn't feel you pull at him. "Must I remind you that you are still the Deputy Mayor!"

"Stop it, both of you!" Jisung slams his hands on the table and you let out an exasperated sigh as you sit up straight. "This is a murder and I won't have the two of you argue over here. Deputy Mayor Seo, if you are done conveying what you came here for, I will have to ask you to leave. I need to talk and assign work to my detectives."

"Absolutely," Changbin smiles widely — almost borderline fake — before walking away and reminding Jisung, "I hope you remember what I asked of you, Captain." He bangs the door shut and Jisung mumbles incoherent words under his breath. Needless to say, it was safe to presume they were words hoping good will for Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin.

"Now the two of you," Jisung points at both Chan and you. He gestures at the built man to sit down. "You will be taking this case up. I will not have a word against it."

"But—"

"Unless you want your sex tape to be released and the two of you want to be suspended for indecent public behaviour."

"What?" Both you and Chan tell at the same time, looking at each other in nothing but sheer confusion and shock at the same time. It was clear that you and him have not made a sex tape or publically — fuck. Unless it is that.

"I mean, I was definitely not interested in seeing my star detectives getting on with each other in the evidence room." Jisung raises his eyebrows.

"Are you blackmailing us, Han?" Chan's tongue prods at his inner cheek in frustration. Today was supposed to be a good day, so he wonders why things are going down the hill.

"I guess." He lifts an eyebrow at you and you click your tongue before leaning forward and taking the picture.

"Fine. I'm in."

"I don't mind getting a copy of the sex tape," Chan mumbles and you hit your partner with your elbow over his nonchalance. You are not going to get suspended. It was too much for your reputation.

"Good," Jisung smiles. You stare at the picture carefully, looking at how the sharp spikes of the fence pierces into the man's abdomen, pinning him to the fence. Chan is about to take the picture from your hand when you ask,

"This could be an accident."

Chan takes it and looks at it before nodding, "Yeah. You know how rich drunk people are. They might have partied too hard and stumbled and fallen off their balcony."

"I thought that," Jisung mumbles before searching through the pictures. He lifts one off the table and hands it to you. "Until I was informed that this is the second murder UN Village has witnessed in less than a month."

The photo Jisung hands you is of a woman. She lies face down, her stomach pierced through by the sharp spikes of the fence — a bloody contrast to the fresh greens in her yard.

"Why am I celebrating my holidays like this?" Chan groans, as he leans towards you, his arms touching yours. He looks at the pictures and then at you for a short while as he watches you observe the photo carefully. The gears in his head are turning and his emotions are an array of mess but he reminds himself to focus on the case in hand. That is exactly what you would have wanted him to do.

"She's Yoon Yerin, who lived just up the street from Kim Jihoon. She was found like this two weeks ago." Jisung points out.

"Can't still label murder, Han. As Y/N said, it could be just an accident. They could be drinking red wine and partying, screwing each other on balconies. Hell, I'm surprised that only two have died so far."

You suppress your amusement and look at Jisung who explains, "I thought the same as well, detectives. The possibility exists—"

"Heh," Chan lifts his lips slightly and nudges you, almost as if he is telling you that the two of you have lesser work to deal with.

"—but there is also a chance of an exceptional clever murderer behind all this. So please," he turns to look at both you and Chan with an extra intimidating glare, "Look at this case with an open mind."

"You've our word," you smile widely, keeping the photos back in the file.

"Thank you," the Captain looks comforted. "I cannot hear more from the Mayor, I swear to God. Now, you'll go into UN Village and investigate these deaths as soon as possible."

"And?"

"If there is a murderer, you must identify him as discreetly as possible and if these are just accidents, uhm," Jisung clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head, "We'll just put out a notice in talks of their safety, I guess."

Jisung stretches back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at the two of you proudly, "You guys are the best darn detectives we've got."

"Of course," Chan sneers. "Why else would you take our breaks away using some sex tape as some kind of blackmail? You're a nasty captain."

"He'll be forever salty about this, huh?" Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.

"Nah," you chuckle. "He's secretly overjoyed about being able to work during the holidays."

"As if!"

"We could just go now and investigate—"

"No, you cannot." Jisung sighs. "This is where I'm kind of helpless. The Deputy Mayor specifically mentioned how we are not allowed to poke around, cause chaos and make a scene."

"What? Why?" Chan slightly shifts in his chair, in agitation.

"It'll draw the media in like vultures."

"So?" You furrow your eyebrows. Why does this smell rotten?

"So, the two of you will go in under cover." Jisung smiles. "I doubt it would be an issue for the two of you."

"Undercover? Undercover as what?"

Twenty fours hours later, you are here.

A large group of suburbanites are gathered on a perfectly sculpted front lawn. They stand around the stainless steel barbeque rack and are talking. You gaze further, your back pressed against the big lorry that carries furniture to furnish the new house.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Chan sighs. He helps the man take out the sofas from the lorry. His biceps bulge and you smile, eyes lingering for a minute on the vein that is prominent over it.

"Please," you laugh, head thrown back. "When I said I wanted to get married, you were there in the list, yes," you tilt your head and snigger. "But you were definitely not my first candidate."

"Lies," Chan teases. "I was your only other candidate, work being the first."

"Don't make me throw this chair at you."

Chan laughs, taking the chair from your hand and walking back in to settle it down onto the floor. Your head shifts back to look at your new neighbours, two of them waving at you and making their way to you. Chan comes out of the house right then, watching the two walk towards you.

Chan bends down to the side to whisper to you, "Do we have to go speak to them? I—"

"Of course. We can't be rude to them."

Chan holds onto your arm, whining like a little child, "But why? I hate rich people."

"Because I'm your wife now," you scrunch your nose at the title. "Listen to me and go with the flow. Just remember that you're Bang Chan, leading specialist in maxillofacial surgeries, hoping to start over in this area of the city—"

"And you're my beautiful wife, my other half, Y/N," he lifts your hand after entangling them with his, your silver ring bright on display and he takes a step forward.

"Now let's go, honey!"

The other couple walks towards the two of you simultaneously, stopping midway upon reaching you. You tilt your head, shifting your gaze to a softer look as you look at the couple, before clutching onto Chan's hand a little tighter.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and this is my husband, Chan. We just moved right next door."

The tall man with a hair messy on top of his head smiles, although it seems very superficial. Yet again, Chan did mention how rich people could never smile sincerely. He tells you, stressing every alternate syllable, "It's so nice to have you here, Y/N, Chan. We are so glad you could shift right before our Annual Holiday Barbeque."

He stretches his arms out towards Chan. Your partner heaves a huge sigh in silently before holding his hand and giving it a firm shake. The other man continues, "I'm Park Rowoon, the president of the local homeowners' association and this beauty here is my wife, Jieun."

Jieun's face contorts into a huge, gleaming and completely insincere grin. She holds onto her husband's bicep, fingers digging into the flesh, "Well, isn't he a dear?" She laughs high pitched. "It's so nice to meet you." She rushes forward to hug you, her arms wrapping around your frame and giggling into your frame. You hug her back, albeit awkwardly, laughing slightly at the gesture.

On the other hand, Rowoon extends his arms out to take Chan's hand in for a shake. The hand holds his, and squeezes it hard enough to hurt as he raises an eyebrow at him. Chan jolts in surprise, trying to squeeze back as he grits his teeth.

You pull back from Jieun and notice the two males holding each other's hands so tightly that it has turned pale. Chan does not seem to back out and rather squeezes back further every single time Rowoon's grip on his tightens. That is, until the older male pulls his hand back and looks at Chan, after shaking his hand a little bit, flexing it.

"You okay, baby?" Jieun rushes to her husband's side, and wrapping her arms around his, she just out her lower lips and looks at him with a dazed and madly-in-love look, "Are you hurt?"

"Nah," he pulls at the dead skin of his lips. "Just the old carpal tunnel acting up. Age, right?" He laughs, locking a fixed gaze at Chan and you quickly rush to his side, locking your arms with his as you laugh.

"Definitely. Don't worry about it. You still look as young and charming as ever."

Rowoon laughs before asking you, "So you're shifting right next door, huh?"

"Yes!" You lift up your lips a lot more than when you usually smile. "Did you see our moving truck? It was quite immediate but I'm glad. This society is so good and just right enough to start a family together." Chan's eyes widen and he looks down at you, nostrils flaring in surprise as he chokes on air. You stand on your toes, kiss his cheek before settling down and smiling at the couple before you. "I desperately want to."

Family? With you? Fuck.

"Y-yes," Chan's breath hitches and he gets the word out. He'd be down to start a family with you but how could he even suggest a relationship when you just look at him like a friend? A friend who you can come to when you're needy and sexually frustrated.

"My husband's very observant. He saw your truck the other day itself!" Jieun exclaims proudly.

Chan's eyebrows shoot up as he stares at the man. He doesn't already like him and one more wrong step and he is ready to pin some crime down on him. Rowoon is flattered by his wife's comment.

"I do like to keep a close eye on the neighborhood. After all, vigilance is the first step in ensuring a beautiful and safe community. Talking about which, I couldbt help but notice that you have a bird feeder."

Rowoon stares hard at the wooden bird feeder behind the two of you. Chan and you turn to look at and he laughs. You look proudly at it. A heirloom – almost – of yours, Chan (and Jisung) agrees to let you bring it with you. (They agreed to it when you explained how your neighbors hated you and they would harm it the minute you left sight of it for a long time.) You look at Rowoon with eyes so bright as you begin to explain. Your partner, on the other hand, arms still locked with yours, looks at you with stars beneath his eyes and you are responsible for them. It's admiration. Sheer, peak admiration.

"It's an antique, you know. My grandfather carved it himself out of—"

"Yeah, great, that's lovely." Rowoon cuts you off and the smile disappears off your face, your eyes losing their shine. Chan clutches his fists in anger, head shooting back to face the stupid old man for making his wife mad — his partner sad. The old man continues, "The thing is wooden bird feeders are against the UN Village Homeowners' Charter."

"They are?" You look back at the wooden bird feeder. You bite on the lower lip to hide your disappointment, eyes squeezing shut to hold yourself alright.

"I'm afraid so." You turn your head back to look at him. Chan quickly unlinks his arms from yours and you look at him, worriedly. Was he going to start a fight? Please, God, no. You glance in worry till he interlocks his fingers with yours as he holds your hand tightly. The warmth seeps through you and your lips pucker unknowingly at how comforted you feel.

Rowoon continues explaining, "They tend to give off a country farmhouse vibes and aesthetic which is not exactly what we are going for."

"I'm sor—"

Chan clicks his tongue, preventing you from apologising. He pulls you towards him, a little bit closer than the two of you already were. Your partner glares at the man before huffing out loudly and saying, "You run a pretty tight community here, Rowoon, don't you think? Respect the rules or you're out." Rowoon stiffens upon hearing the words before Chan laughs, stretching his other arm out to pat his shoulder. "I'm kidding. Just kidding."

Jieun steps in right then to smoothen out the tension as she claps her hands together, laughing, "Aren't the two of you the cutest? Are you newly weds or?"

"Yes. I mean, it's been a year, but being married to her feels like falling in love all over again for every single day of my life." Chan locks his eyes with you and you gulp. The words hit deep, so deep that you know you shouldn't be fluttered, or flustered. This is Chan. He couldn't be serious.

"Ah, so cute," she squeals. Rowoon looks at his wife with a raised eyebrow before looking at the two of you again.

"Listen. I've to go check on the grill and grab something to eat. You should swing by later tonight and meet the rest of the members of the society. I'm sure they'll love you."

"Of course. We do want to finish a bit of the moving in and stuff today and maybe put up the Christmas decorations soon, but we'll be there. Guaranteed." Chan tugs at your hands to pull you back. You nodded and waved at Jieun.

"Bye!"

Chan quickly rushes you back into the house before finally letting out a huge sigh. He runs a hand through his hair before letting his back hit the door. You look at him and giggle lightly into your hand.

"Don't laugh," he glares. "I swear to God, if I have to spent more time talking to Rowoon—"

"You're doing so well, idiot," you laugh, throwing your head back. "We just need to dig in a little bit, talk a lot and confirm that these were accidents."

"Y/N, baby," You breathe slowly upon hearing the term. A sure endearment that Chan has always used but for to hear it roll out of his mouth in places this homely felt different, made you feel different. "If I have to spend more time with Rowoon, I will come up with another theory and it would probably be a suicidal one."

"Don't screw this up, yah!" You hit the back of his head. "The last thing I want is a suspension just because I was caught fucking you in the evidence room."

"Like you didn't enjoy it," Chan leans forward, nose brushing against yours almost. You can feel his breath fanning against your face and the temperature rising. Your hands are firm on his chest before you push him back, fanning yourself with your hand. You tie your hair up into a ponytail before pointing at the boxes by the side of the door.

"Get to work, husband. We don't have time to waste."

"The pepper next to the salt, Chan. Why would you put turmeric there?"

"You'd be one whiny arse motherfucker for a wife," he groans and angrily shuffles the bottles in their right order. "Why are we even arranging all this? Let's just wrap this up in like two days and go celebrate Christmas back at the station."

"I'm not going to take risks. It's Christmas. I celebrate every single Christmas," You mumble. "At least the bare minimum. And if this Christmas has me celebrating it with you, I will. I will give you the best Christmas ever."

"I don't celebrate Christmas, Y/N."

You place the cutlery in the shelves. You leave the kitchen after finishing every single arrangement of the same. Chan follows you into the main living room. You stop in your tracks when you hear Chan say the words and you turn, eyes shooting up.

"Why?"

"Mum left dad in winter. Didn't feel right to celebrate Christmas when she was at home. It's a bitter memory for her, you know?" You nod, eyes looking at him with understanding rather. He sits down, lifting his legs up and stretching it over the table. Your eyes widen and you narrow at his legs.

"Feet. Off. The. Table." You glare.

"Why?"

"Because it's disgusting." You groan. You sit down by his side once he puts his feet off the table, huffing at you. He turns to look at you and you respond finally.

"Do you, maybe, want to celebrate Christmas with me this year?"

Chan's a romanticist (though he wouldn't ever admit it). He believes in how destiny is meant to unite two people like one magnet for another, one jigsaw piece matching just another. He also believes that you are something special to him because his mind worries over you, his heart gravitates to you in a crowded room.

Felix told him that it's probably just sheer concern for his longest partner ever. That your heart tends to feel weird stuff for people that protect you, for people that take bullets for you.

But today, right now, when you tilt your head to the side, resting it on your arm as you wrinkle your eyes in mirth and ask him, his heart skips a beat. Maybe two. He is lost in his thoughts, emotions on an overload and he wonders if you would ever see him in a different light.

"Chan?"

He snaps out of it. He laughs, almost at himself, as he runs his hand through this hair. "Do I have an option? Han made sure our Christmas would be stuck here."

"I'm the best option you have, dude. That, or it was you and your can of beer and your football marathon."

"Maybe."

You still, your head lifting up to look at him. Chan looks at you like he has so much to say to you, so much stuff that conflicts within him but words he would never say out loud. You wish he could. Your head turns to the small Christmas tree inside the house — bare, empty and green. The one extra along with the big one outside every house in the UN Village.

"We could start by decorating that. Yeah."

You hop off the sofa and rush to take the decorative goods from the suitcase. All on command from Captain Han Jisung, courtesy of the very same man who bought so many of the decorations. Chan turns his body, arms folded on the head of the sofa as he watches you scramble in search of something.

You take the decorative items out from the suitcase, putting it by the side as you search for something. Chan walks towards you, squatting as he watches you look before he holds your wrist and halts your actions.

"What are you searching for? I could help you."

"It's this bluetooth speaker I thought I brought," you shake Chan's grip away before undoing the zip on the other side of the suitcase. "I really thought I brought it. Shit."

"Hey, hey," Chan sits on the floor as he watches you. "It's alright. You can put whatever you want to put on the speaker. It'll be loud enough for the two of us."

You turn to look at him, before falling back on your ass and sitting. You fold your arms around your knees close to your chest and you smile, "You don't mind me blasting Christmas Carols during tree decoration time, right?"

Chan laughs at your innocence. Something so soft, so pure about it, about how you loved Christmas so much. He wants to hold you close — oh so close — the need almost overcomes him but he holds back.

"I don't mind."

"Yay," you squeal, getting back on your feet and rushing to your phone on the table. "I have this collection of Christmas Carols that we primarily put every year–" Chan watches you scroll through your music library to find the collection and he knows you have when your whole face lights up like the goddamn star on this awfully green tree. "Tada, it starts with my favorite carol, Deck The Halls."

Chan's never understood the hype around carols but for you, he will try today. You increase the volume to the highest, and place the phone back on the table before rushing back to Chan and the suitcase. Your partner takes the fairy lights in his hand and lifting it up, he looks at you quizzically.

"How do you go about this?"

"There's no right or wrong way, Channie. Trust me. We are all swinging it and hoping that it turns out right," you reassure. You take the fairy lights from his hold and stand up. "I can show you what my family does." You walk to the tree, about a good amount of inches taller than you still.

The carol plays in the background like some beautiful serenade wrapping around the two of you. Chan stands a step behind you watching you carefully wrap the fairy lights right around the inside bark of the tree and plug it in to the extension box by the side. The white lights flickered bright and shine on your face that is close to the tree.

Chan stares. He can't pull away. You hold his breath, captivate his gaze and have him completely enthralled. Your eyes sparkle — hell, you sparkle more than those stupid fairy lights.

He is so charmed by you that he doesn't realise how you've been trying to catch his attention for a while.

"Chan?" And then you hit his arm, the whole police academy teaching style. "Focus, will you?"

"Fine," and he takes one of the christmas ornaments, hanging them up on one of the spikes. "Is this how it is?"

"You're doing so well, don't worry."

And with the carols in the background, the two of you slowly put the ornaments up, laughing occasionally at Chan wearing the ornaments by hanging them on his ears instead. Another set of fairy lights are draped perfectly over the tree. The stockings are hung by the side and everything is exactly as you remember Christmas decorations to be inside and you realise it's not much different from the Christmases you usually have.

The tree is there. The lights are there. The desserts will be coming. The memories are still made and your loved one is still here. Nothing is different.

"Help me hang the star up," you look at Chan. He tilts his head to the side and his eyes fix on the battery operated star in your hand.

"Did Jisung really give us all that?"

You nod, "Yeah. He told us to sell the story well. Apparently movies lie and that rich people are not all that dumb."

"You sure?" Chan sniggers. "That dude we met there seemed pretty dumb if he wouldn't even let you keep your bird feeder over some stupid aesthetics."

"Don't remind me," you groan. "Now, come here and hold me up." You stretch your arms slightly and Chan's trying his best not to giggle at how cute you looked in the minute.

His hand is warm against your sweater, heat seeping through as he lifts you up, grip strong on your waist. Your legs intuitively wrap around his torso to protect yourself and you stretch your arms out. You try placing the star above and Chan edges closer to the tree when he knows he's a bit far off. You finally place it successfully above and switch it on. It lights up pretty and your heart warms up at the joy of completing the tree decorations.

And then, Chan suddenly jolts you up in his hold. You fall forward, arms wrapping around his neck and face brough so close to his that you can see the sparkle underneath his eyes that glisten for you. You stiffen in his hold as he wraps his arms around you tighter and in the very next minute, Chan's lips have found yours.

It's soft and gentle as it moves against yours, taking your lower lip within seconds. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion and the reconfirmation of million memories spent together. It moves so gently against his plump ones that you know you're drowning in everything Bang Chan is and that it's creeping — he is creeping slowly into your veins and contaminating your being to a point where it would hurt to live without him.

Chan holds you tightly against him, holding your entire weight in his arms like you are his whole world. His hands squeeze your waist as if he is reminding himself that you are still here with him, sharing this holiday with him. And when Chan pulls back, you realise.

In his kiss, you are home.

"Why did you—" You barely manage to piece words together with the help of your clouded brain. "Uhm, why did you kiss me?"

Chan blushes. The apples of his cheeks heat up at the sudden question and it surprises him how he could still blush at you after all this while. He looks behind you, trying to stall away some time from answering until his eyes land on the creeping mistletoe with white buds around.

"Mistletoe!"

"What?"

"Behind you," Chan points, holding you up with one arm wrapped around your waist. "There!" You turn to look behind, one arm still around his neck while the other is by your side.

"Oh, it's a mistletoe." You blush and look down at how Chan holds you up. "You could put me down now, Chan."

"Oh yeah." And he slowly lowers you down onto the ground. His cheeks are still stained slightly before he rubs his fingers, fidgeting with it and finally exclaiming, "Ah look at the time. We've got to get ready for taht barbecue shit they are hosting." He turns you around and pushes you to the room the two of you are sharing. "Hurry!"

You laugh, head still dazed over the kiss. It goes back and repeats it over and over again till you feel the temperature in you shoot up and has you wanting emotionally so much more.

After all, this was the first time Chan has kissed you like that and it did not end with sex.

The smell hits your nose before anything else. The smell of fresh beef being roasted and the toxic smell of rich people partying. Although you cannot quite exactly explain how rich people smell if someone asked you. They just smell. . . rich.

Dammit. Now you'll associate this fine rich smell of first class beef with stupid rich people.

"At least it's good meat." You mumble.

"That's what she said," Chan laughs at his own joke. You open your mouth in disbelief, nudging him with your elbow. Across the lawn, by the pool side of Jieun's lawn, you see her and a couple of other ladies waving at you to come towards them.

"I'll have to go over there. Anyhow, get as much as information as you can, alright?" You turn to look at Chan before walking backwards. "I'll come over soon once it gets too nauseating for me, please."

"Sure," he waves at you and you turn around and walk as elegantly as possible to the posh ladies sitting there. Chan, on the other hand, decides to head to the group around Rowoon that almost look like a bunch of Mayor Arseholes to him.

You walk towards Jieun who is sitting a hot tub. The hot tub bubbles and you raise an eyebrow at the amount of wealth this family has amassed over the years. A table full of snacks rests under a nice canopy and a very intoxicated lady sways from the left to the right by the side of it.

"Sookyung-ah," Jieun waves at the inebriated female, "Meet the newest member of our little neighbourhood, Y/N."

Sookyung is loud. So loud that you wonder maybe Chan is right about rich people — that they drink, merry and party all day long. She waves her hands, eyes blinking a little too much as she welcomes you, "Nice to meet you! Have a drink!"

She shoves a big glass of brownish looking liquor that reeks of rum. You take a sip of it courteously. The liquid flows down your throat, the burning feeling distinct on your throat. Your eyes wrinkle in surprise, "That's strong, whoa."

"Of course, darling, it is," she smiles widely and it should have repulsed you. However, it is the only genuine smile you have found in this whole neighborhood so far. Sookyung continues, "How else are we supposed to get through the day?"

"Is this how it usually goes?" You laugh nervously. "Us girls sneak off to grab a drink while the boys beat the chests out at front?"

"Ooh," Sookyung gushes. "I think I'm going to like you a lot, darling."

Jieun takes a sip of her orange coloured cocktail as she circles her glass lightly, letting the liquid shake inside. You tilt your head backwards, staring up at the stars only to notice how it is a full moon tonight. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you think of the one person you associate with the moon; your partner.

Jieun leans forward after placing her drink back on the table. She nudges Sookyung and raises an eyebrow at you, "Sookyung-ah, did you see her husband?"

You blush at the term. This will take a while to get used to. "Was he the tall, broad shouldered guy in the suit?" She hums in approval and your eyebrows furrow downward in displeasure. "Talk about a prime cut of meat!"

"I know, right?" Jieun giggles. "I saw him and started to drool."

Your cheeks heat up ridiculously. You can feel your heart beating a lot quicker and it is a weird sense of pride that swells up within you over a man you can't even completely call yours now. You fidget with your fingers, black dress riding up your thigh as you shift in your seat nervously, "I guess Chan is a good looking man."

"Chan? Is that his name?" Sookyung laughs, "That's an understatement of the year. I would wish to strip him down, slather him up with butter and just eat him up." Your face couldn't help but morph into one of disgust at her words. At this point, you are borderline disturbed.

"That's, uhm, very vivid thoughts you have of my husband."

"Ah, dear," Sookyung leans forward and holds your hand, rubbing it in her grip. "We were joking. But you must tell us—"

Jieun breaks her and smiles so wide as she looks at Sookyung, grinning and then at you, "What is he like in the sheets?"

They laugh together and you look at the two of them. So this is what a rich bunch of ladies too. Gossip and talk unfiltered. You had only two options at this point, or maybe three — a) stay quiet and let them do the talking, b) tell them off for talking about Chan this inappropriately, c) talk with them and get more information under the guise of being one amongst them. You swear to the heavens that you would rather do option b, but for the sake of this crime, you decide to do what Captain Han Jisung would have told you to follow.

"He's a fucking tiger," and you laugh the fakest laugh you could ever pull out, albeit not because Chan wasn't good in between the sheets or anything (he was an almighty beast with his technique, yes) but because you never thought you'd live to see the day you'd use words like that, in any situation at all.

"Called it!"

"Tell us everything!"

You take a sip of your drink and cross your legs as you sit up straight, almost feigning arrogance, "I'm not one to kiss and tell but let's just say that Chan makes me very happy about," you grin and pause, trying to catch the ladies' attention on every single word of yours, "Twice a day or so."

"Twice a day?" Sookyung gasps.

"If he's just very much in the mood, I know I'm not going to walk for days together. Not that that is an issue. Chan is the sweetest and takes care of me," you flutter your eyelashes.

Jieun taps at her chest, huffing, "Be still my beating heart. Be still."

Sookyung sighs, stretching back on the reclining chair, "These days, Ilsung and I get it on like once a month or so and that's like for a minute. How disappointing."

"They are newly married, Sookyung," Jieun stilts her head in acknowledgement. "It's been a year of their marriage or so." She takes a bite of the cookie from the plate by the side and you smile as she looks at you.

"It seems like you're all pretty open in this neighborhood," you point out and twirl a strand of your hair that lets loose before your eyes.

"Oh we share everything," Jieun says and Sookyung scoffs, before picking up a cookie and her strong drink.

"Some more than others." She scowls so visibly that Jieun has to furrow her eyebrows at her and signal something with her gaze before Sookyung looks away to the right.

The backdoor of the house behind opens and you turn to look at a lanky woman walking in with a tray of cookies. It is the same one that you have on the table already and you look at her. The glow on her face is long gone, her eyes losing the sparkle and you wonder if she is going through something.

Sookyung frowns and mumbles under her breath, albeit a bit too loudly, "Great. This party suddenly took a sip into Depressionville now."

You lean back into Jieun and mumble, "Who's that?"

Jieun leans into you and is about to whisper when Sookyung runs her mouth free, "That's Somin. An absolute downer."

You bite your lip out of anxiety, surprised by how Sookyung really does run her mouth a bit too much — a lot enough to cancel her off your list of suspects almost. Jieun hisses at the other woman before telling you, "Her husband was Kim Jihoon and he died yesterday so," she clears her throat, "She's quite rattled, to say the least."

"Then shouldn't she be mourning at her husband's house or funeral home for a few days? The fact that she's already here seems so crass." Sookyung shakes her head, disappointed. You gulp and watch the woman, Somin, come closer and Sookyung, folding her arms tighter.

The minute Somin is in your periphery though, both Jieun and Sookyung smile so brightly and that's when you realise that nothing you see and nothing you hear could be trusted here. It's the world of the rich and everyone wants to come out on top.

"It was so nice of you to come out," Sookyung waves and calls her closer. Jieun nods and you see how she walks slowly towards them, a sad smile on her face and her tray held strongly.

Somin speaks softly, almost as if she should not, "I probably should have stayed inside." She holds out her tray as she stretches her arms outwards. On the tray are many round cookies with cracked lines on their surfaces, a bit too deep than normal. They look sad. Just as their maker does.

You wait for the other two women to do something and when they take a piece of cookie, you follow suit and take one. The distinct taste of cinnamon fills your mouth and you hum in approval even if the cookie wasn't the best out there, "Ah, these snickerdoodles taste good!"

"Thanks, but you don't have to flatter me," she looks at you with a face close to no expressions whatsoever, "Whoever you are."

"Somin, this is Y/N. She's new to our neighborhood," Jieun says and Sookyung adds, "And she clearly knows her cookies."

"Thanks," you hesitate. "I do bake from time to time." And taking another piece of the cookie, you tell them excitedly, "Did you know that Snickerdoodle is derived from the term Schneckennudein, which literally means snail noodle?"

The three other ladies stare at you, blinking at what you just said in utter disarray and you sigh.

"I meant," You take a bite of the cookie, "Great cookie!"

"Yeah, great cookies, but," Jieun starts and Somin looks at her, pressing her lips together.

"But?"

"I said that I would be the one to make the snickerdoodles, but it's alright. We can have twice as many and can give some to our husbands partying over there. No worries."

"Oh, okay, I'll have to go," and she scurries away quickly. She barely shuts the door as she rushes out of the place almost immediately, her hair flailing behind her. You watch the woman, analysing how no one in the party seemed bothered by it.

Jieun sighs, "She looks bad, doesn't she?"

"If you ask me," Sookyung speaks loudly once again and you already know she's going to run her mouth, "She's better off with Jihoon dead. You should have heard the way the two of them used to fight."

"Were Somin and Jihoon having marital troubles?" You ask.

"Definitely," Sookyung leans forward, "If by marital trouble you mean continuous screaming matches blasting across the entire neighbourhood, why then yes!"

"You're such a gossip, Soo! It was not that bad."

"Says you!" She stands up and walks towards the bar counter, smiling and turning back to look at both you and Jieun. "More rum?"

"Yes, please!"

"Hey—"

It's the greetings and then a hand that trails far too low on your back. It grazes the curve of your ass and you quickly jolt forward turning only to find a man in his mid thirties in a suit, standing eerily close to you.

You narrow at him before asking, "I was searching for my husband. Pretty tall, broad shouldered, dark brown hair, slightly curly. Have you seen him?"

"You're Chan's wife? Didn't know he had such a beautiful woman for a wife," the man edges forward and you take a step back, eyebrows furrowed at him and your hand trailing down to keep you ready to grip your gun. Until you remember that you're undercover and hitting this man with a gun would seem suspicious. Your best option was to deck him. The man takes another step forward and you take one backwards till your back hits the buffet table, "I'm Ilsung. Do you maybe want to go somewhere..."

"You have a wife and I have a husband," you spit out. You are mortified. So this is what Sookyung mentioned and the fact her very own husband is involved in illicit affairs — does everyone here have a mistress or is involved in adultery? Is that the rich people norm?

"So? Everyone here has an affair with someone's wife. Do you want to be mine? I can take care of you."

"I can very well take care of my wife, Ilsung. I don't think I'll need your help."

You hear the one voice you needed to hear in this very moment. You look over the older man's shoulder to find Chan, his hands shoved into the pockets of his formal pants. His top buttons are undone and the vest and suit fits him so well that you are glad you picked this one out for him. You shove the man away and walk to Chan, heels digging into the lawn as you strut confidently.

"I need the madam to say that," Illsung shoots and Chan's at his patience's end. He makes fists of his hands on either side of his and you hold onto his arms to calm him down only to look at the other man and narrowing your eyes, you scoff.

"I don't think I need to go have sex with someone like you when I get it well from him. That, and I guess, him being my husband should take more priority but not in this neighborhood where everyone breathes and lives on sex. So, no, thank you. I feel sad for Sookyung. She deserves someone better than a trash for a husband."

"Why, you bitch!" And he rushes forward with a clenched fist to hit you. Chan stops his blow, however, chuckling to himself.

"That's weak. Now, why don't you go take care of your wife while I treat mine like a princess? Yeah?"

And Chan walks away with his arms tight on your waist as he holds you close. Ilsung yells behind the two of you, his wife yelling at him to keep quiet. Chan, on the other hand, doesn't speak a word further, just walking you all the way to the house the two of you share, keeping you so close to him and glaring at the others to keep them away.

There are sighs and grunts, furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists as Chan argues with himself in his head all the way to the room the two of you share. He stands by the table, still lost in his thoughts and you almost pick up the book you're reading — one by Natsume Suseki — only to deck him with it, although you decide not to because he already seems ready to snap his control.

"Chan—"

Maybe your voice was the only trigger he needed to snap, to break away from his thoughts and to give them words out loud.

"You just stood there? Like some dumb doll when he touched you?" Chan glares at you and you frown, folding your arms over your chest and yelling back, "Excuse me, but I'm undercover as some doting wife to some stupid man."

"Did that matter then? Oh my god," he groans, throwing his head back. "I'm so mad and I know you're right. You are right but how dare he touch my wife when I was around. The fucking audacity—"

You hold the edges of the table with the base of your palm, pressing against it as you jump up and sit up on it to face him properly. You cup his face and making sure his eyes are fixed on yours, you smile softly.

"Don't smile right when I'm shit mad at everything, Y/N."

"Should I frown then?" You laugh out and push yourself back slightly to allow Chan to come closer and stand in between your thighs. "Let's think of this as some, uhm," you ponder, still holding Chan's face close to you, "Yes! Let's think of this as an occupational hazard."

"Occupational hazard," he scoffs. "Bullshit. He did that because he thinks women are weak. He's one of those arrogant pompous rich men that think that he can have his way with some good sacks of cash and power and that all women are weak and with that power comes his ability to subjugate them all to the age old tradition of treating them as sex dolls, an object for pleasure."

Chan's red and out of breath when he finally rants it all out and you bite your lower lip from laughing, dropping your hands from his face. Chan's cute. Oh god, he's so fucking cute and you know you shouldn't overstep boundaries but dear lord, if Bang Christopher Chan keeps this up, you will actually get down on your one knee, pop the ring and propose to him.

"Are you done?"

"No," he glares at you and leans forward, "Going to get back to work after this case and find some hell of a corruption case on him to put him behind the bars."

Your eyes wrinkle into thin crescents as you smile wide. You raise your eyebrows and suggest, "I've a better idea. Why don't you rather fuck me with all hat pent up frustration? It's a win win deal, if you think about it hard enough."

Chan leans forward, lips curving up into a confident grin, "Oh, I will. I intend to do both. Fuck this anger out on you and put him behind bars."

Chan's hands are big in comparison to your face. He cups your face, angles it and kisses you. His lips fit right into yours almost as if they were meant to be there for a lifetime to come. He kisses you and it's just as magical as always, laced with a touch of ardent need and passion. You needed him, you needed his warmth, his protection and everything he has to offer. His arms snake around your neck to grasp it and pull you in, deeper into him as he moves his lips against yours, softly at first till it turns into something so passionate that it would have your knees buckle, had you been standing. Chan is pressed against you, his white shirt, a size small as he likes it, clinging onto his body tightly (rid of the vest and suit in a moment of anger as soon as he walks into the house you share) and perfectly enough for you to hold his muscles.

You promised to yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, not after the shitshow of a marriage you saw in your parents. You promised that you'd keep your heart to self, that every individual in this world was brought forth as a single entity, so why in heavens did we go searching for others?

Chan makes you understand.

You understand now that promises are meant to be broken and as you gaze at Chan under his dim lights, his face so temptingly close to you, you are more than ready to break the promise you've made with yourself.

It has been written in the gazes already and as you lean forward, your fingertips tracing his jawline, Chan knows it because he meets you halfway, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer, your bodies touching and your lips on his, soft and testing waters initially. He pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours, angling your face to delve deeper into you.

He has his lips against yours, nearly knocking you off all the wind in your lungs. You sigh into the kiss, find your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body, your legs stretching by either side of his body. His hand sprawls over your neck, his thumb caressing against your jugular before pressing into the neck, rubbing slow circles. He kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his shirt.

In a swift motion, positions have changed and you're sitting on him whilst he props himself up on the table. He lifts you up slightly, pulling back and places you on top of his lap. Your rear falling into the depression between his thighs, rubbing against his groin slowly. He looks at you through hooded eyes, pushing your hair past and opens his mouth to speak before you voice out first.

He looks at you from below, your hair falling on his shoulder as you look at him, his head thrown behind as it rests on the sofa's ridge. And your lips find his again, tugging at his soft lip to let you through, to open up to you completely.

You moan into the kiss, your back arches and Chan's hand is still firm on it. He kisses your lower lip and your tongue brushes his lips in the impact, groaning at how he won't let you through a second ago and then, he lets you in. It's intimacy on a level you were slowly being prepared for. It's everything you remind yourself that you wouldn't break down into. Chan makes you feel special, with every praise, with every word he swears out to protect you. Chan reminds you of a feeling you had long forgotten.

Chan's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. Your head is thrown back at the sensation, your hips gyrating over his growing length.

His hand moves from your shoulders to your arse to your back after he seeks your permission as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and good lord, you feel infinite and powerful.

His lips hover on yours. He smirks, the curve of his lips tugging upwards slightly and you think it's cute. You think Chan also makes you feel divine as he whispers into your skin like personalized love notes or small token of appreciation, "Fuck, you're hot. The most beautiful being I've ever seen," and that is all that is needed as you gyrate over your hips a little quicker. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.

And you let him, just like you've already given him permission in your head to ravish you tonight, to take you to hell and back.

Chan cups your face with both his hand, holding you and watching your face shine in the dim gold setting of his room. Your cheeks glistened and your eyes sparkled but his eyes could not stray away from your lips — coral, swollen and so demanding. He pulls your face down, kissing your nose tip and then your philtrum before pressing his lips flat against yours.

His kiss is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, like a divine aphrodisiac. It makes you want to pull him in and suck the living hell out of him and yet it's lovely. It's precious and laid out well planned. His tongue licking your lower lips before entwining with your tongue as he pulls you closer into him, your hips lowering deeper into his covered length, panties sticking to the core from the sensations your body is responding to.

His fingers trail up your black dress, thumb grazing the skin slowly, bringing about goosebumps to the surface before they slowly move enough to rip your dress apart and expose you to him, in all semi-nude. You moan, before kissing him as you hold onto Chan tightly.

He makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to pull you down a lot forward and gladly welcome the movement of your tongue.

His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses, those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs.

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bare bottom cheeks, caressing it over. You sigh contently. His hand trails upwards, touching, feeling you all over and you pull back, breathing rapidly as you look at Chan. The next second you are unbuttoning his first two buttons and prompting him to remove his shirt too. Your legs slide slightly dangling off his sofa before he pulls you towards him, his naked chest warm enough against yours as he pulls you back in to devour you.

"God, you're heavenly," Kiss. "So fucking heavenly." Kiss. "You're a fucking good girl." Kiss. "So good for me." Chan sucks a huge hickey into your neck — bright, dark and purple but it's how he worships and praises you that makes you want him more, your clothed core grinding on his enlarged bulge that is covered. The friction from the cotton of your panties and the cotton of his jeans slowly stimulates your core and you can't help yourself when your body is moving on its own accord on top of Chan, your hand moving your from falling back.

“Chan,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you for a minute. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing.

"Chan!"

His fingers move downward, grazing your skin by your stomach slowly, his eyes trained on yours as he watches you slowly break down. His fingers tease over your clothed mound. You bite your lip from groaning too loud but Chan's sudden tapping at your covered clit makes you yelp.

"Good girl. That's right. I want to hear your pretty moans," he kisses down on your neck, trailing and plastering wet kisses down your clavicle before sucking at the exposed skin of your breasts. "Moan loud for me, baby." He sucks at the skin by the crook of your neck, under your clavicles, above your breast and at the curves, leaving purple marks almost instantly thanks to your sensitive skin.

You can hear your heart beat quicker, racing against your chest and your thoughts drive you desperate. Pulling his face from your breasts, you kiss him, making the kiss deeper, licking his lip and grazing it with your teeth. You grind down on him trying to edge yourself desperately. You move forward to own every gulp and moan he releases and squirms in pleasure.

"I want you so much," you choke out. Chan's hand lets loose from your throat slightly and he looks at you with admiration, before gripping at the jugular, and caressing it lovingly, pressing wet kisses against it. You sound desperate, almost like you would lose your sanity if Chan doesn't make you his, this minute. "Please. Chan, please."

His hands trail downwards, thumb rubbing the skin on its way before he slips them under your panties, swiping his finger across your slit, feeling how wet you are. He groans out loud, mumbling, "What a doll. All wet and ready for me to devour. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Baby, wouldn't you?" He presses against your jugular with his other hand, tilting your head and gently choking you. Your eyes rim with tears in joy and you nod, "Yes, please."

His mouth moves over the skin at your breast, kissing it furiously. His tongue lapping at your nipple over your bra, slowly circling over the clothed material as he rubs his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing against your clitoris. You press down and grind on him further, begging for more. Chan removes his hand from your neck and moves it up from your waist to your back and it lingers around the hook of your bra before snapping it open with a flick of his fingers. The bra slides off your shoulder and you throw it away, unbothered by where it lands.

Chan's mouth falls on your breasts, circling big with his tongue before slowly decreasing the radius of his turns and narrowing down on your nipples, sucking at them alternatively. You are moaning, holding at his shoulder and dragging your hips over his bulge in a slow, excruciating pace he has set with the drag of his fingers.

Your throat is dry from all this excessive want and you wet your lips, breathing coming out in hot puffs of air, rapid and shallow. The passion and want blinds you and Chan taps on your clitoris constantly with his thumb, using the other fingers to slowly tease your entrance over the panties but going back to sliding down your opening. You groan frustrated and grind down on his bulge trying to chase the feeling that is growing within you.

Chan's lips are all over you as you bite into his shoulder occasionally. It hovers over your neck and then your breasts, giving it all the attention as he plays with your nipples as he rubs you at a pace that quickens slowly. Your mind is boggled and you can't get your thoughts clearly.

"Such pretty breasts," he groans into it, his tongue flicking at it from your underside. "Such perky breasts. So beautiful and all mine."

Soon enough with his praises and the way he worships your being, the promise of an orgasm begins to manifest and build within you as a strong tightness within your lower regions, creeping into your abdomen, ever growing with every passing second. Chan's steady rhythm is strong enough to carry it over the edge with the friction you get from all the material and his bulge and as your climax looms closely, your hips rock and gyrate slightly against him. He pinches and flicks your nipples as he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes tired and hooded. You kiss him softly on his lips.

"Will you remove your lingerie for me, pretty girl?"

The order shouldn't have turned you on this much but it does as you hop off his lap, your feet unsteady on the ground as you balance yourself after your first orgasm. Your fingers are on the edge of your panties and you're pulling it down completely in the next second. Chan watches you steadily, his eyes trailing on your figure and you feel attended to.

"Jesus Christ," he stands up, the bulge moving slightly and your mouth dries up as it opens, wanting so much more. He holds you by your waist, petting your hair, mumbling, "I love when you put your hair down. You look like a goddess. A goddess ready to let go of your divinity all for me."

He unbuckles his belt as you slowly touch yourself, your hand moving down your body. He watches you, your thumb and forefinger playing with your nipples, tugging and pinching them till they harden under your grip. He removes his formal pants and his boxers, pulling it down and away at your request. Chan's length and girth has your eyes widening, as always, your tongue licking over your lips and you gape.

It's painfully hard and the tip is red, leaking with precum down his cock. Chan holds you by your waist and lifts you up, your knees wrapping around him and your soaked core on top of his hardened girth, occasionally dragging past it. He kisses your breasts, licking over the nipple and the underside of the breast, grazing his teeth over it as he walks you to what you had thought would be the bed. However, he stops midway, looking at you for a second before your back hits the cold walls of the room in this house as he holds you securely. You see the bed by the side and you smile. You drop your legs and stand on your toes as you kiss him, your tongue running over his buccal cavity.

Chan's hand trails down, circling by your waist before his palm hovers over your mound. His thumb brushes past your clit teasingly and your hand wraps around his neck, kissing him and biting at his lower lip till you feel the metallic copper taste of blood filling your senses.

You moan as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing you fold. He rubs circles into your folds, slowly dragging them out into waves and your hand flies upwards and forward to hold on to him for a grip.

"Chan," you rasp out, and he hums, removing your hand so that he can kneel down, kissing your thigh and biting it slightly as his thumb rubs against your clit and the other swipe against the folds. Your hands grip on his roots, tugging at it mercilessly.

"Baby, do something," you cry. "Please, I need you." Your other hand tugs at his hair, trying to bring him closer in a desperate manner. "I'll be a good girl. Please, do something."

"Should I?" he teases, rubbing small circles around your clit in an excruciatingly slow manner and you think — know — that Chan is going to drive you to insanity and how he'd pull one off his book and blame it on his instincts.

"Please, please, please—"

The intrusion is sudden and you are overwhelmed. You gasp, the air raspy against your throat before falling. Your hand pulls at his hair harshly as he sucks on your clitoris, his breathing fanning over you. Your fingers drag down and dig into his skin, unbothered by the possibility of cutting through it.

He presses his thumb on your clit after removing his mouth, tapping it slowly, simultaneously and you think you're going delusional. "Chan, oh my fucking heavens."

He kisses your mound repeatedly, telling you, "Look at this sex. Wet and dripping. I'll give you what you want, baby. I'll give you what you want for being a good girl for me."

Chan adds another two fingers instantly and you feel overwhelmingly full, crying out at being widened so pleasurably. The walls stretching out and you catch him mumbling, "So fucking tight and all for me. Look at this brat being a good girl for me."

He curls them up into you and your back arches slightly at the tingles. You feel Chan slipping his fingers easily into you and the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess. He rubs your walls, his attention also on your enlarged button and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately. He finds your spot easily after being this around and pushes at it constantly. Your head hits against the wall hard and he looks upwards at you for a split second, worried, only resuming after you give him a signal that you are alright.

You feel the euphoric rush coming, creeping through from within and trying to embrace you as a whole and when it's very close to burst, Chan pulls his fingers away, licking them clean with a knowing smirk plastered on his face, for a second before thrusting them back in.

Chan pumps his fingers in and out of you as his thumb rubs furious circles into your clit. He bites at your thigh, kissing them soon after, leaving traces of bruises near to your vulva. Hot, purple and sticky. He sucks on the skin deliriously, licking the skin to soften before grazing his teeth to oversensitize you. You feel the build up and you squirm against Chan, your eyes watering.

"Chan, baby," it's a sob that leaves you. "Please." You were so devastatingly close after your last orgasm, the balls of heels leaving the surface as you try to pull back but Chan pulls you down as he sucks on your clitoris and pumps his fingers in you in a ridiculously breaking pace and when you are so close to breaking apart, Chan drags his fingers away, licking and sucking at them as you look down at him.

"What the fuck?" You swear, frustrated, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Good girls don't swear."

"I'll blow you off well," you try striking a deal with him. He looks up at you amused, strands of hair sticking to your face from the sweat and he still thinks you're the most beautiful woman he has laid his eyes. "I'll give you one hell of a blowjob. Just please." Your voice breaks as you look at Chan, who looks so delectable at the minute with your juices staining the side of his mouth and his lips shining in the light. "You won't regret—"

His mouth is back on your core and you groan, "Ungh!" He mumbles, his warm breath tingling your core as he speaks against it, "Good girls don't strike a deal either, darling."

"But your good girl does," you tease and Chan's mouth is back on your sex, licking and teasing it. He grabs you by the calves, his blunt nails digging into the vast skin.

Without another word, Chan dives right into it, tongue darting out to lick a long, thick stripe from your center to your clit, causing you to shiver. Your left hand finds its way back to his hair after grabbing at his shoulder intermittently. Chan simpers to himself, overwhelmed by how well your body reacts to him and just him, your legs shivering and buckling, about to fall if it weren't for Chan's hands holding you up and pressing you against the wall.

You feel the thickness of his tongue lapping up your seeping wetness, which in turn causes a rush of arousal to leak and drip down your ass. "You're making a mess, baby," he chuckles, the laughter hitting your clit and sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers instinctively tighten around his hair and you pull him closer to your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your mound. He groans, hands gripping your thighs tightly, locking your legs in place.

Burying himself further, his tongue dips deep inside you, nose nuzzling and rubbing against your clit with every thrust. His eyes are piercing and fixated on the rise and fall of your chest as he looks up at you once in a while, seeing you tug at your lips, eyes closed and hand roaming around for support. He loves seeing you fucked out for him.

"Argh, it's fucking divine," Chan mumbles against your slit and the vibrations have your core clutching onto nothing. "This good cunt all wet and slickened for me, ready for me." You mewl, unable to stop yourself from wriggling within his hold, the grip on his hair tightening.

Your walls grasps around his tongue, pulling him further into you as he laps up every single drop of your arousal, passionate as if it were an aphrodisiac. One of his hands travels upwards to latch itself on your breast, rubbing the underside of your breast, fondling and gripping it hard.

“Chan,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling over the sensations that ride into you, toes curling. He responds to your calling, withdrawing from you slowly, by planting soft and gentle kisses to your inner thighs.

"You're doing great, love."

He sucks on your clit furiously and that was everything for you. You feel the same high building up at a pace quicker than you thought was possible. You feel it tightening, your core clutching onto his muscular organ as it tries indulging itself deeper, chasing after something it craves. His nose rubs against your neglected clit. He licks a stripe against it before sucking at it, teeth grazing at it sending tingle down your spine that has you hitting the bumpers with the heel of your feet. You are already sensitive from the last orgasm and all the teasing you had and with all this vigor and undivided attention Chan gives you, you feel it coming as he treats you like you're his only girl.

Your back arches more steeply, your mound hitting him in its influence, head hitting the wall lightly this time and your moans are louder, raspier and quicker. You are screaming out Chan's name as you see the stars under your eyelids.

He still licks slow stripes, taking in and devouring the rush of juice that squirts out of you. He lets you ride out the high and he lets you leave him breathless as his grip on your thighs do not ease away. Chan does not stop, even when you're a quaking, quivering mess, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and it's almost bordering overstimulation. You can't think and you can't form proper sentences. He leaves you gasping for air, with something stuck in your throat preventing the passage of air and it's difficult to breathe in this rush and he makes it harder.

He looks at you teasingly and he lifts his hand as you bend forward to his kneeling self. He clutches on your neck, his fingers pressing against the side softly as he continues licking up your orgasm and blocking your air passage. You feel the stimulation rushing and concentrating and it's all too much for you. Tears stain your face and you're crying, "It's too much, Chan. Too much."

And he stops as soon as you say that. He presses soft kisses against your clitoris and he holds your hips tightly as he stands up. You've lost any energy in your legs you have and if it weren't for Chan, you'd crash.

He holds you by the hips and carries you, dropping you gently against the bed, your hair spreading and you kiss his shoulder. He caresses your face and tells you — it's a whisper almost — "I think I want to get to know you more. I think I—"

You bring his face lower to kiss him, preventing any other word to spill from his mouth that your head tells you to cancel. You are not sure yet. You hold his face down, devouring him as a whole, feeling his length slide your core draggingly and you groan into him.

You don't shy away from prying your hand down, teasing his cock as you rub your hand over the enlarged shaft slowly, teasing his enlarged red head, rubbing your arousal and the afters of your orgasm all over him, slowly stimulating him as you drag your hand down his length and back up again, letting go of his shaft only to cup his balls, trailing your fingertips around it. You let go and look at Chan.

"Lay back, please," you request and he pecks your nose as he pouts at you. God, he really really wants to call you his. Forever.

Chan lies back on the bed, his head resting between his pillows and yet he pulls his body up, supporting his weight on his arm. You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Chan, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Chan's hand falls on your hips naturally, helping you steady yourself.

Your hands rest on his chest, firm and broad and you gaze at Chan's cock for a while, it twitching with every unadulterated thought of his as he watches you on top of him, bare, exposed and unrestrained all for him. Your mouth is parched and your tongue pokes out through the seams of your lips, running across the expanse of your lower lip and wetting it.

"Fuck," he swears as his eyes move with your tongue, his chest rising and falling under your hold.

You reach forward to take him in your hand — the tip of his head looks so inviting that you couldn't stop yourself. Chan's hands roam up your arms, his thumb caressing the underside of your breasts before they play with them, his thumb and forefinger rubbing your nipple, watching it turn solid in his hold. He grips at your breast, fondling it and massaging it, stimulating you and bringing about a rush of confidence in you.

“You’re fucking large, fuck, fuck,” You yelp, eyes wide and mouth salivating at the heaviness in your grasp. You widen your mouth, stretching your facial muscles and Chan laughs.

When you look at him, his dark eyes are speared to your movements, teeth gritted. At this moment, with you hovering over him, he can't seem to contain how excited he is, his length twitching in your hold. You begin moving your hands up and down his length at the same slow pace he had put through.

You lean forward, Chan's grip on your breasts tightening as he squeezes it. Your whines turn to louder moans of ecstasy. His one hand grabs your hair back, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail until he drops it and touches your face, "Ah, so beautiful. You're so perfect."

Chan watches you and is all too eager, his hand on your face trailing down to your shoulder, gripping on it as he continues caressing one of your breasts. The flat of your wet tongue sticks out to lick around the rim of his hot head. He fights back a groan, choking and sputtering, grip on your shoulder tightening as his blunt nails dig into your skin. You stretch your mouth as wide as you can, hollowing it, which leads profanities spilling from his pretty mouth, even though it's a discomfort to your movement as you engulf the whole of his head with your tongue. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath and you sigh at the thought your mouth wrapped around his pretty cock.

Chan inhales a sharp breath, swearing and uttering, "Your pretty mouth could take me so well, baby. So good." You wrap your lips around the velvet tip, beginning a slow suction. Your tongue licks around the base, pulling up a fat stripe over the throbbing, prominent vein.

“Fuck, fuck,” Chan mumbles, shifting on the sheets, his hand gripping on one of the pillows. “Open wider, please, baby. You're doing so good. You're taking me so well."

You do as he has asked of you. Your jaw is already sore and the joints ache from the girth of his head alone. He pushes his hips off the bed in the slightest without your awareness; his hand trailing back to your hair and the other still on your breast making you feel good. His grip on your hair is strong as he thrusts more of himself into your mouth, your lips wet around his length.

You try your best for it to be pleasurable for him as your fingers tighten around his length before you start to twist your wrists — with a click of your gliding joint — and continue sucking. Chan is careful to be gentle with you, very tenderly urging his cock to fill more of your mouth. It shocks you when you feel the blunt of his head hit the cap of your airway, eliciting a gag.

Chan's eyes widens, the reaction from you exciting him as you feel him twitching in your mouth. He gasps, breath uneasy as his hand leaves your hair and trails behind towards your arse that sticks out as you try deepthroating Chan. He rubs your slit slowly and the unexpected contact pushes you forward, taking in Chan a lot more than you had planned, leaving him groaning into your shoulder.

He pulls out barely before he’s pushing back in, teeth gritted and eyes focused on making you feel calm too. Chan moves back and watches you taking him so well and he knows it's a sight to behold — your pretty lips wrapping around his length, taking him so well as if your mouth was made for him, crafted to perfection. His fingers rub small circles into your vulva, tapping against the clit accidentally once or twice.

Another gag rumbles out of you as you fight the reflex. The vibrations against his member is felt and he grips on your arse, pulling you into him, your nose rubbing against his pubis. Your finger trails the underside of his shaft before rolling his balls between your fingers. His hips stutter in shallow thrusts into your mouth and you feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision as you oppose your gag reflex, taking him as deep as you can.

The sounds of your gagging bounces off the walls of his bedroom, followed by the deep moans and sighs spilling through Chan's lips as he fucks your mouth. Each thrust of his hips causes the head of his cock to push past your airway, your throat constricting and eliciting a groan from him. He also diverts your attention to rubbing you, now and again slapping your cheeks, eliciting moans from you against his girth.

You release your hold around his length, fingers thickly coated in your own saliva as you dig into the flesh of his thighs. Your mouth is stretched as wide as you can physically make it and tears roll down your cheek continuously, while you willingly take him completely in your mouth. You look up through the flutters of your eyelashes, enthralled to see the Adam’s apple in Chan's throat bob up and down while his head is thrown back in pleasure.

Chan pulls your head back; his cock comes out from your mouth with a light pop followed by you gasping for air. Your eyes droop, your cheeks hollow and your jaws ache but everything counts to how hot you felt, to how hot the tension between you still is. His hand trails back to your hair, gripping on it and jerking your hair back so you’re forced to look at him.

"This is a fucking sight to behold. Look at you, darling," he groans.

Chan's thumb grazes your skin and he latches his lips onto yours in a sloppy, messy and wet manner and nothing else seems to matter other than your need for each other. You lean forward, tugging at his pinna as you bite down on it lightly, before mumbling, "I'm on top today."

Chan doesn't care because all he can focus on is how you said today, like this isn't just a one time thing. He gazes at you with such affection that has your heart racing telling you to let go of that stupid cages you keep around your concepts.

As your folds, dripping down with thick, sticky arousal coating Chan's cock with that and your saliva, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes at how his length stretches you out, your walls wrapping around him tightly. He holds your waist, helping you down on his length.

You rock your hips into him, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick cock. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate, licking your lips. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord. Chan's right hand rises upwards, massaging your breast, flicking your nipple and sending a rush down your spine, arching your back. His cock hits you at an angle and a soft moan leaves your lips.

Chan takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Chan,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and Chan lifts himself up to kiss you.

As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Fuck, Chan, oh my god, ah!”

He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock, gyrating around it and tightening your walls. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you, leave him trembling under your hold.

He groans, "Your cunt is so pretty. Look at it, baby. Look." He gapes down and you gasp, moaning quicker.

You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the third time that night, all because of this man. Chan's finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge.

“Are you going to come, baby?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.

“Y-Yes, please, please,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, please, please, you feel so good, Chan.” You lean forward and the motion causes him to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours, tugging and pulling at it and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.

Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Chan, fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to come soon. Oh my god." Your voice reaches a pitch higher.

“Then, come.”

Chan moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Baby, come all over my cock. You deserve that for being the good girl you are.”

Chan's other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find its place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke, gasping for air. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Chan's cock tightly, your hip gyrating around it for all the friction.

Your fucked out expression as you choke for air makes Chan plunge into you harder and you choke harder, his hips lifting up and thrusting into you.

A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Chan's sides, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.

Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you. Thick strings coating your walls till it seeps from your vagina and drips down.

Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He kisses your forehead and your hair, pushing it from your face. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side, the semen slipping out. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him, nuzzling into the sides of your breast.

In his warmth, with his arms over your stomach as he snuggles closer to you, you feel your eyelids heavy and fluttering shut. His lips are close to your skin, feeling his steady breathing and listening to it calms you down, steading you and increasing your melatonin, slowly drifting away to a state of peace, all in Chan's arms.

You stir in the bed, your hand reaching out for Chan only to feel the messy bed sheets and blanket. You wake up, brought to your senses well enough and you look around to find Chan only to see the light in the balcony turned on.

Putting on his white shirt messily, you rush outside to find Chan sitting and staring at the black sky. You sit by his side, shuddering in the cold and he looks at you fondly, cracking a smile.

"You're up?" You nod, teeth biting at the cold breeze that passes by, until you realise what Chan is staring at. It's snowing. It is the first snow in a long while and it's beautiful, albeit being late. He smiles at the purple mark that he has graced upon your skin. Chan stretches his arms out, blanket still in his hold as he offers to hold you close in this cold weather, to share his body warmth. He mumbles softly into your ears, "You should sleep a little more. It's going to be a tough day tomorrow. Aren't you meeting Jieun?"

"Yeah," you smile, watching the surroundings. "First thing in the morning. She seems to know a lot about everyone in this neighborhood. That, and I want to know why they treat Somin," Chan looks lost and you realise you haven't discussed it yet with him. "Kim Jihoon's widow is treated like that."

"I'm firm on this theory."

"What theory?"

"That Rowoon is the one killing people — bad homeowners — off because we'll, they disrupt his neighborhood. That or, they got drunk and it is still an accident."

"But Somin?"

"What? Anyone can be a bad homeowner! She's probably his next target." Chan chuckles and pulls you in closer. He holds you still for a while before he says, "We'll talk about the case tomorrow before you go to Jieun's. And you should clean up the mess of notes on the dinner table."

"You're the nagging kind of husband!"

"No." He is quick to deny. "I just like my house at least a bare minimum clean, alright?" You laugh out loud, falling into his hold as you try to contain your joy. Something soft hits your knees, barely visible but it settles softly.

Snow. It's snow and you see the snowflakes along with it. You watch them tumble, those feathered crystals, their chaotic flight to form a blanket that could not be more uniform, more orderly. And it's beautiful. So beautiful that it eases you and has you snuggle further into his warmth. Enough to make you forget everything for a minute there in his arms.

"I like snowflakes," you say, your head resting on his chest. There is a certain intimacy in the hour, in his hold, in this weather and between the two of you. A certain intimacy to friends who only sleep and work with each other shouldn't have. Chan looks at you, waiting for you to continue.

You do like snowflakes. A lot. Each snowflake is like a sculpture made out of paper. Each has a unique identity reflecting a crucial passage in the chosen source material with an equal amount of complexity carved out of minimal space and in the end, it falls down before someone, lighting up someone and making them happy.

"It makes me happy. It doesn't have to fit in or match with anyone else and it still means the world to someone."

Chan smiles and you know it is clearly one of your most favorite things in the world, your solace. You find the happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. It comes from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. Chan makes sure it is like that, that the world knows when he's happy but wouldn't, when he is sad. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and I heard it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

Maybe he'll teach you not to hold in your feelings. Maybe he will let you fall in love. All over again.

And you kiss him. It's short and quick, as chaste as the love you feel for him in this minute, in his arms. He leans forward and kisses you back and maybe, you both were snowflakes, as weird as you are, as unique as you — and yet the two of you make each other happy as corny as it sounds.

"Uh," Chan pulls back and rubs the back of his head and then his nape. "I—"

"Oh, a mistletoe, look!" You point and Chan turns back, frowning to look at the tree by the side with some creepers that crawl on its branch — creepers that were not mistletoes. You smile brightly as you continue pointing and Chan looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not a mistletoe."

"It isn't? I thought it was. My bad!" You laugh, eyes sparkling in mirth and cheeks heating up in embarrassment over the obvious lie you said. You sit up straight and look up at the sky.

"It's a pretty night for whatever shit that went down today," Chan comments, staring at the moon. The moon is a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of her could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward. You were and you were going to seize the opportunity.

Chan's gaze is fixed on the big moon and your head thinks of him and the words from Natsume Suseki and every other anime you were forced to watch, thanks to Jeongin. In every black night, he was the spark that rekindled hope in you.

"Is there something on my face, Y/N?"

"No," You turn back, smiling, heart fluttering and your mind at ease. "Just," you hold your chest, feeling the beating of your heart louder than ever.

"The moon is beautiful."

It's small and fragile. Once, and then, twice, till it sounds again and again and again through the silent air of your house.

The knocking on your door is repeated and you turn to look at Chan who stirs in his sleep, thanks to the same sound. You shuffle in your bed, trying to go back to sleep, presuming it is an illusion and nothing more. However, Chan heard it too.

"Is someone…"

"I'll go check," you mumble, huffing and throwing the blanket to the side. Luckily, Chan's shirt covers you up to your thighs. You jump out of the bed and your partner decides that it is safe to follow you to the door instead.

You open the door and in comes rushing a little boy, aged not more than eight, with tear stains on his face. He runs forward hugging your frame in his reach as he cries out loudly. Chan looks at the scene before him in delusion and you relate.

Who in the world is this child?

"Is everything alright?"

The child continues crying into your frame, burying his face into your abdomen. Chan squats down to come face to face with the child. His hand carefully holds the child's back as he pats him slowly, letting him calm down for a while before he asks again.

"Where's your mum and dad?"

"Dad isn't home. M-mum is," the child hiccups, choking on his own sobs as tears roll down his face messily. "She's in the garage and there's blood around her head and—" He cries fiercely and you hold the boy close to you, heart heavy because you know the worst possible scenario. Death.

"Why don't you take us there, okay?" Chan smiles gently. The boy looks with teary eyes at him and Chan quickly lifts him up in his hold. "Come on. Let's go."

And the boy was right and his worst nightmare comes true. You cover the eyes of the child to prevent him from further seeing the horrendous sight before him.

Because before all of you was the body of Kim Jieun, sprawled in her own driveway, her head crushed to a pulp under her garage.

An overturned shelf, a couple of paint cans that look like they have been thrown and some blood splattered on the floor is all you and Chan find last night. That, and a woman's broken pastel nail extension.

You would have checked further had it not been for your undercover and that Chan had been getting endless calls from Mayor Arsehole. Changbin fumingly goes on about how he sent the two of you to put a stop to this but rather there's another case on his desk now. The man does not calm down even after Chan says that the two of you were definitely looking for a serial killer and that these deaths were not accidents. If anything, it upsets him further.

This morning however, the sun shines brighter.

Chan walks into the kitchen, looking for you, teasingly shouting out into the air, "Honey, what's for breakfast? Eggs? Bacon? Eggs and Bacon? Or maybe it's ri—"

Before him on your cluttered table of a case file, notes and photos of evidence lies a sad bowl of soggy cereal.

"Soggy cereal it is," he frowns.

"I made it though. It should count for something, right, husband?"

Chan grunts and sits down, spoon digging into the bowl of cereal as he takes his first bite soon enough. He glances over at the wall behind the breakfast table. You have mapped out the relationship between every single person in this neighborhood, affairs inclusive and Chan lifts his lips in pride.

"Someone has been a bit busy. When did you even sleep?"

"Didn't fall asleep. So I decided to work on this instead," and Chan realises you were not even kissing. Your eyes are grogging and your face is a lot gloomier even though you are smiling off the joy of mapping it all out.

"Did you crack the case?"

"As a psychological profiler, I can say," you frown. "I haven't. I just can't figure out the connection here. These murders were distinctly targeted, so, why? Why specifically these three people?"

Chan stirs the milk in his cereal before he looks at you and suggests, "Why don't you look for a common enemy?"

"Huh?"

"Y/N, babe," you blush at the nickname and try to zero in on the matter in hand. "I know you and I see way too many crimes on a daily basis because of our job and that makes you and I think that we are chasing after some blood sucking psychopath," Chan pauses and eats a big bite of cereal. He munches on it slowly, letting you grow anxious in waiting, "We may not be dealing with some headcase who likes to strangle old women with pantyhose. Maybe we are dealing with a good old fashioned murderer; you know, the kind that kills people because they pissed them off."

You look at the board, index finger against your cheek and your eyes widen. "You could be right!"

"Don't look so surprised also," Chan mumbles, finally finishing his cereal.

"It could work. Maybe what the victims have in common is their relationship with the killer." You continue to stare at the board. Chan cleans the plate in the sink on the other end, mumbling at you to keep calm and that you would crack the case with him soon enough. You sigh, "I don't have enough information to look for a common enemy." You tap on the first victim, Yoon Yerin. "Especially on her."

Chan folds his arm and stares at you. This look ok you is another one of Chan's favorites. You purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed together as you concentrate. Your eyes don't waver just like your heart in moments like this and Chan thinks he could fall even further for you, for your confidence.

"I'll probably swing by her place and see what I can find there. What's your plan?"

"Drop by at Rowoon's and find out where the fuck he was last night when his wife was murdered and his child was all alone." Chan stands by your side and you nod.

"Be home by 6:30?"

"Sure thing, honey," Chan laughs and he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a little while longer and you still, body heating up in his contact.

You nervously laugh, pushing him away slightly, "You're in character," You laugh again. "Method acting, right? that's good."

Chan looks away, avoiding contact with you and mumbling, "Yeah. Method acting."

He wonders how long he has to put up with this stupid method acting.

"Any luck?"

"Besides having Rowoon almost barf on my very nice dress shirt, no," you hear Chan speaking through the phone. You walk further down the neighborhood, lush green trees on either side. As much as you despised Changbin, you had to agree — the neighborhood is great. Just that it wasn't meant for people like you. People not rich.

"Do you want me to press a shirt for you?" You tease.

"Would my wife do that?"

"In your dreams," you roar in laughter. Chan chuckles on the other end of the line.

"Anyhow, Rowoon was out fucking one of his mistress last night. He's also pretty fucked up with the death and has not stopped drinking."

"He has an alibi?"

"Yeah," Chan sighs. "It's definitely not my homeowner's rage theory then."

You walk a little more till you stand in front of an unremarkable suburban house. You tell Chan on the other end, "I'm here. I'll get back to you soon. Bye," and hang up almost immediately. Quietly, you turn on your tape recorder and speak into it.

"184 Arbor Way. The house that belonged to Yoon Yerin, the first victim. Yerin lived alone which is uniquely for this predominantly family oriented neighborhood. That alone may have made her stand out and a target for suspicion."

You walk around the house, trying to look into it and around it, "The place is scrubbed clean. Whoever Yerin was, I'll have to find out from inside. The outside is scrubbed way too clean to get rid of any possible doubts."

You take a step back and look around to see if anyone was passing by, before you lay your hand around the door knob and try turning it. It's locked. You wonder if Rowoon had the key. Glancing around carefully, you slide a paperclip from your pocket into the keyhole and jiggle it once — twice, till the door opens.

You smile brightly, "Some skills are rooted, ha! Thank God, I dated that sketchy guy back in college."

You pull open the door. Inside, the house is spotlessly clean. Almost as if no one ever lived in it. Whoever cleaned the place did a thorough job, almost leaving it spotless. You walk around the house, looking into every corner and room there to find anything. However, you are left looking at nothing but bare floors, undecorated walls and sparkling clean surfaces enough to shine.

You turn to leave, sighing out an air of disappointment when a gold sparkle catches your eye in the light. You bend down and find a man's golden cufflink lying against the corner of the room. Taking a latex glove from your pocket, you pick it up and bag it in a plastic cover, hiding it in your jacket as you leave only to bump into Somin.

"Oh, Hey," you stammer.

"I don't mean to pry but did you just come out from Yoon Yerin's house?" She raises an eyebrow and you hesitate, fingers holding the plastic bag tightly in your pocket.

"No, no, I—" You sigh, looking down. Lying after being caught red handed is useless. "Yes. I'll admit that I did."

"What on earth were you doing there?" She asks and you realise that to anyone from outside, your actions seemed very suspicious — enough to blow off your whole cover.

"The thing is, Yerin, I was there because," you close your eyes and inhale a sharp breath of air, "I was there because I got curious."

"Of?"

"I just heard what happened to Yerin and I needed to come and see the house myself."

"What could you possibly look for?" Her eyes waver and she looks back at the house.

"Some signs maybe," you look back to follow her gaze, "Maybe a blood stain or something. I know this might come out as a bit weird but I have always been fascinated by macabre. I even listen to Stephanie Soo's true crime podcasts regularly."

She smiles fondly and nods, "I understand. To be very honest, I was fascinated by Yoon Yerin too when I heard of her death. I tried coming by to see what had happened. But now," she sobs. "Jihoon is dead and so is Jieun. They say that there is a serial killer on the loose."

"It's so sad that it happened in this neighborhood," you take a step forward, trying to walk away.

"I know, right? The whole point of living in a gated community is to keep the awful things out." Somin leans forward and puts her hand around your shoulders. "Look, you seem like a really nice person, Y/N, so I'm going to be honest with you. There is something bad happening here, something very very bad. Keep your head down till it's over. It's for the best."

Her tone is lower than ever and the advice sounds scarier than usual, something as if it were to warn you of an impending danger. You call Chan and he picks up quick.

"About pressing your shirt? I think I can do that. I have some pretty cufflinks to match them."

Later that night, you sit in your kitchen, the same board looming over you. You try to map out even more connections on your chart of suspects. The whole board is so covered with lines of strings that it almost looks like a spider web.

Behind you, the door swings open and Chan comes in, strides longer and quicker to take him to you as he screams, "Honey, I'm home."

You laugh, twirling in your rotating chair as you look at him and ask, "How long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Since we got this assignment. Of course, I mean," he tries putting a serious face, "It is sad that we were forced to do this by Han when he blackmailed us with that sex tape—"

"It's not a sex tape."

"The footings, but," Chan smiles widely, "It wasn't so bad to play house with you, Y/N."

"Likewise, Chan."

"Now, did you find anything?" Chan asks, resting his chin on your shoulder once you turn to face the board, his hand on your other and you freeze, surprised by the sudden contact, ironically. "This mapping just got messier."

"Yeah," you exhale and your shoulders slouch. Chan stands up straight as he tries to understand the board before him. "I tried mapping all the infidelities and affairs and this is what I got. A whole mess. It's all convoluted now."

Chan's eyes widen as he tries tracing the lines with his index finger before giving up. "Is everyone cheating on their spouses here?"

"Almost everyone."

Chan takes a step back, opens the fridge and pulling out a can of beer, he goes to sit on the sofa. You turn your chair around and watch him take a sip of it.

"Wow, you look as if you're right at home," you tease.

"There's space for two here," he pats the sofa by his side, and grins sheepishly.

You get up and take your own can of beer from the fridge, mumbling, "I can sure take a break," and walk towards him, plopping down by his side. The two of you clink your beer cans, the sound clattering through the walls.

"It's Christmas tomorrow, you know?"

You hum in agreement, "It's my first one outside home."

"I hope we can crack the case soon so that you can at least spend a few hours with your family on Christmas."

"Hey," you nudge his arm, "The thought of spending Christmas with you does not repulse me, okay?"

"I had not even said that," Chan gasps. He turns to look at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So does that mean the thought does repulse you?"

"Don't twist my words," you laugh.

"Do you want to get married?"

You choke on your drink, eyes wide as you look at him. He pats your back as he tells you to breathe slowly. You finally ask, "The thought or with a specific person?"

"Both."

"Yes, and no," you mumble. "I do want to get married once but," you look at Chan for a minute as he drinks his beer. "I don't think I have my feelings sorted properly to have the privilege to think of thoughts like that."

Chan leans forward, eyes dazed and fixed on yours. Has he always been this beautiful, this captivating? Has he always made your heart beat so much quicker?

"Do you think you'll ever be ready to sort them out?"

You sputter and choke again. Chan smiles again; this time however, it looked sad. He stands up, placing the beer can down on the table before. "I should get some fresh air. Take a stroll in the neighborhood and make sure nothing is going around, yeah."

You turn away, face too scared to look at him in worries of your emotions being transparent. "Yeah, you should do that. I'll get back to the mapping."

"I'll, uhm, I'll be back in a few." Chan rubs the back of his neck before quickly stepping out of the house. You sigh, head fuzzy with the overload of emotions.

He doesn't know you were ready. He doesn't know you wanted more. He doesn't know how you confessed that night to him in the moonlight. He doesn't know of how you feel, because of you. You never told him directly, always twisting your words and actions. If anything, you had no one else besides yourself to blame.

"Chan," you whisper but it's too late. He's out.

A step too late to realise as always.

You snap out of your daze caused by the overload of emotions. Getting up, you slightly slap yourself and mumble, "Focus. Back to work now." You reach out into your pocket and take the cufflinks to file away. You turn it around in your hand when it flashes.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you zero in on the object in your hand. "I've seen this cufflink before." You rush to the board, eyes scanning the pictures to see where you had seen it when it finally lands on the second picture pinned on the board.

You had seen it on the second victim — Kim Jihoon.

"Oh my god," you sigh, hand limp on both sides as you realise you know who it is. You know who the killer is and you know her motive.

"I know the killer. It's Somin, oh my—"

"Clever girl," you hear the feminine voice from behind you. You spin around quickly, hand on your chest as your eyes widen to find Somin standing by the door with a huge butcher knife in her hold.

"It was you!"

"That's right. Me." She takes a step forward. Instinctively, you glance back across the living room to where your gun hangs in a holster, draped over the coat rack.

Somin takes another step forward, speaking, "Sweet little Somin. Fragile, pitiful Somin. Somin who everyone always thinks they can pick on, lie to and laugh at — Ha!" He leaps forward and wildly waves her knife. She yells. "Well, who's laughing now? Who's laughing now?"

You dodge back, repeating to yourself to dawn the fact that it is true, that, "Jihoon was having an affair with Yerin."

"That ungrateful, cheating bastard couldn't wait to jump into that slut's bed. So I showed them both," she laughs. "I showed them both well."

"That I can understand," you edge closer to the coat stand to try and get your gun. "But why did you have to kill Jieun too?"

"Are you kidding me?" She yells. "That bitch stole my snickerdoodle recipe."

You huff out in disbelief, eyes narrowing at her and eyebrows furrowing, "Ah, I see. You're a full blown psychotic."

"I was going to stop after her, you know? But then you had to go and poke your nose around in the neighborhood. Stupid bitch."

Somin takes another step towards you and you know you are still far away from your gun. She is now almost at an arm's reach and you take a step backwards instinctively. She waves her knife again and you dodge it carefully.

"Who are you, huh? A cop?"

"An NIS profiler actually." She looks lost and you sigh. "A cop, yes."

"Well, Y/N," she glares. "Do you know what I hate the most? Liars." Somin lunges at you, jabbing the knife towards your throat. You dodge to the side, neatly weaving around the thrust. Somin stumbles past you, knocking over a giant carton of cereal, spilling it everywhere.

"Argh," and she swipes again. You dodge nimbly to the side again. Her knife cuts through the air with an audible hiss and the adrenaline pumps into your blood from the fear. The knife hits the fruit bowl and sends bright red apples scattering on the table, over your notes.

"Well, well, aren't you fast?"

"You've no fucking idea," you hiss, taking in as much air as you can. You back up and feel the counter behind you.

"Enough talk!"

You gulp, gripping the counter firmly. Somin dives towards you, slicing her knife at you. You reach back and grab a heavy toaster. You pull it around and holdi it out in front of you. It crackles loudly with a hot, electrical burst.

"Fuck." Somin jerks back, as if stung, the knife dropped from her grip. The knife clatters to the floor, it's tip blackened from char thanks to the electricity. Somin steps away, clenching and unclenching her hand.

"That fucking hurts, you bitch."

You drop the toaster and step back, putting your hands up defensively in front of your face. You propose, "Look, Somin, it's still not too late to surrender. We can still end this peacefully, alright?"

"You think I'm going to give up just because I lost my knife? I need to survive." Somin bounces up and down, assuming a combative stance. "I've been taking aerobic kickboxing for four years." She bounds towards you and shoots a lightning fast kick at your head. You guard your face and block her kick. She bounces back and aims to kick at your shins, hard. You jump, hopping back neatly avoiding her kick.

"Are you done?"

"No," Somin recovers quickly, spinning in a fast arc and throwing out a devastating, high roundhouse. You throw up your hands and block the kick. She staggers back, her balance off.

You seize the moment to spin around, swing low and lunge towards Somin, jamming the palm of your hand into her chin. You slide your one leg between hers and jerk back, kicking her feet out from under her and slam her down into the ground. The back of her head hits the cold tiles on the floor. You force yourself on top of her, pressing down on her chest with one knee and pant, "Four years of kickboxing, huh? Try seven years of krav maga."

She squirms under you, huffing, "Get off," and quickly lunging to get the toaster. Your eyes widen and you try to grab her hands. However, she's already about to throw the toaster when you hear the sound of metal clinking once and the toaster falling by your side.

"Nah, you're not going to hurt my wife," you turn to look at Chan, pointing the gun. He walks further ahead to the two of you. "Kim Somin, you are under arrest for the murder of Yoon Yerin, Kim Jihoon and Kim Jieun. You have the right—"

"They were all liars. All cheaters. It's not fair," she yells, struggling under your hold. You hold her wrists tighter and Chan slams the handcuffs on her.

"It's over, Somin. It's all over. The court will hear the rest, and the dead will have their peace."

"Did you reach home?"

Your phone is connected to the bluetooth speakers in your car and you hear Chan's voice in the small vehicle. You rotate the steering wheel as you turn to the right across the street. It's a comparatively quieter day, almost as if it's in stark contrast to the shit that went down last night.

"Not yet. I'm two minutes away."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Chan laughs and you smile, your lips pressed together to prevent you from breaking into a big grin. "Don't miss your husband too much."

"Still in character, I see." You press on the gas to reach home a little quicker. "Are you spending it alone?"

"Nah," you hear voices in the background. "I'm spending it with Felix and Han."

"Don't miss me too much either then," you tease back and pull up at your place. You park the car in the garage and sit in the car as you speak to Chan. "And I'll meet you back in office in a few days—"

"Did you reach?"

"Oh, yes?"

"Then, check the backseat. It's my Christmas gift for you," Chan says. You unbuckle your seat belt and lift yourself up to turn back and search the backseat only to find a small box. You stretch your arms to grab it and finally sit back in your seat.

"Did you find it?" You hear Chan through the speakers again. You hum in response and open the gift.

It's a necklace. A beautiful thin silver chain with a snowflake pendant hanging and you gasp, heart beating way too quick. He remembers. He remembers. He remembers. If you were not already flushed by the gift, the note stuck on the underside of the cover of the box has your mind fuzzy, feelings all over.

The moon is beautiful.

"Chan?"

"Yeah? Did you not like the gift? I'm—"

"I'm coming over in ten minutes. Send Han and Felix away. All I want this Christmas is you. Just you."

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