#Choi Chanhee one shots

[yootaesowlwrites]

Are You Growling? - New / Choi Chanhee

A/N: This is just my personal thought here, but I while writing this, I couldn’t stop imagining him as a whiny and vocal person when you’re making him feel good. again, just my personal thought here.

W/C: 3.3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Are you growling?” + “Which do you prefer, fingers/hand or mouth?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, use of camera, handjob, blowjob, licking, marking, whiny!Chanhee, biting/nipping, spitting, teasing, nudism, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Chanhee held his camera in his hand as he looks through the photos he had just taken, while you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through movie titles on Netflix to try and find something to your liking, you could hear Chanhee taking some pictures of you. You bite the inside of your cheeks as an idea pops into your mind, you turn the television off and place the remote down and turn your attention to your boyfriend, if the television wasn’t going to entertain you, then you will entertain yourself, and your boyfriend.

“Chanhee… I have an idea,” You say. He lowers his camera and looks at you, you stand from your spot on the couch and make your way to him, he could see a seductive smirk on your lips as you approach him and an extra sway in your hips. “Since you like taking pictures, I have the perfect shot for you to take, that is, if you’re up for it?” He nods his head, swallowing.

“Ye-yes,” He stutters out, already having some kind of an idea what kind of shot you had in mind. You smile and stop in front of him, your hand brushes over his cheek before your fingers comb through his hair, pushing it back only for them to fall over his eyes.

“Perfect…” You say before lowering down to your knees and looking up at him, you watch his eyes widen and grab onto his belt, you slowly undo it and pull it from the loops before tossing it aside, you unzip the zipper next and slowly pull his jeans down. “Babe… can you please take your shirt off for me?” You bat your lashes as you ask him with the most innocent expression you could muster, he quickly nods his head and within moments his shirt landed on the floor. “Perfect, you’re going to want to this in your photo,” You move closer to him, and he lifts the camera to his face, you press your tongue against his abdomen and lick a thick slow stripe upwards towards his belly button. The camera shutters as he takes the pictures, your eyes staring up at him as you sinfully lick up his stomach as your hands held onto his hips, you hear another picture being taken as you slide your tongue down, stopping when you reach his underwear.

“I…” He breathes out, you smile and slide one hand from his hip to the front of his boxers and slowly rub your hand along his soft length. “Y-Y/n…” Your teeth graze his skin as you take the fabric of his underwear between them and tug on it, you release it, letting it snap back against his skin. “Oh!” The sound was between a gasp and moan, and it sounded so damn delicious. “Y-Y/n, baby…” You press your tongue against his stomach and lick a stripe towards his hips before nipping on his skin. “Fu-fuck…”

“Whine for me, Chanhee…” You say, you could feel his cock slowly growing hard underneath your touch as you palmed him through his underwear. “I want to hear you whine for me, baby,” You could see his cheeks becoming flushed at your words. Your tongue glides back to his stomach, and you begin sucking on his lower abdomen, among to leave a dark bruise behind.

“Yyy/nnn…” He whines out, you smirk against his skin as you hear him whine your name, your teeth graze against his skin before you pull away and move your lips just above the mark you had just created and begin sucking another one. “Yyyy/nnn, babbyyy,” You on the hand lightly scratch at his sides as you slide your hand lower. “Hmmpf, fuuuck,” Your fingers hook into the elastic of his underwear, and you drag it down, slowly freeing his cock and exposing him to you. You move your lisp to a higher spot on his stomach and begin sucking in a third mark. “Y/n, fuuuuck, babbbbyyy…” His underwear drops to the floor on top of his jeans that were still pooled around his ankles.

You pull away from his stomach and look at the three marks you had just sucked into his skin, the last one wasn’t as dark as the previous two, but it would have to do for now, if you wanted to later, you would make it darker. You sit back on your knees and rest both your hands on top of your thighs and lift your head to look up at him.

“Which do you prefer, my hand or my mouth?” You ask. You hear him take in a shuddering breath, the grip he had on his camera was tight, or it seemed like it was with how white his knuckles were turning.

“B-both,” He stutters out, you smirk, feeling satisfied with his answer. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his pubic bone, while your hands are pressed against his thighs. You look up at him, and he could see your smirk appearing on your lips for a split second before your teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of his pubic bone. “Yy/nnn…” Fuck, his whines just sounded so fucking good, it was making you grow wet just hearing them. You rub your hands up and down his thighs, making sure to touch everywhere except his cock. “Hmm…” You move your head to his thigh and place a kiss on top of it while you slipped your hand to the inside of it.

“Are you getting this, Chanhee?” You ask in a soft tone, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Does it feel good, Chanhee?” You watch him struggle to snap the picture before biting your lip and sliding your hand a little higher, watching as he sucks in a deep breath with your fingers brushed against his balls. “How are you going to take the main picture if you’re struggling so much now, baby?” You slide your hand away from his balls. “Why don’t you try leaning against the wall for some support, maybe that will help?” The wall wasn’t too far from where he stood, he steps out of his jeans and underwear as he takes quick steps backwards, you push his pants away before moving closer to him. “Better?” You place your hands on top of his thighs.

“Y-yes,” He stutters out. You nod your head and admire him for a moment, his cheeks were flushed, and his ears were red, seeing him in this flushed state was absolutely heavenly for you, it was all because of you and for you.

“From the angle I am, I would love to take a picture of you,” You say. “And save it as my lock screen,” You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “And be reminded of this moment,” He licks his lips as you lean closer. “But I’m too eager now to make you feel good to go and grab my phone, so maybe next time,” Your eyes drop, and you saw his cock was semi-hard now, and pre-cum was just starting to form at his slit. Your hand slides between his thighs before you cup his balls, making him gasp at the sudden contact.

“Oh, my fucking…” He mutters. His lids flutter as he tries to get his mind to settle for just a moment. “Y/n, Fuck…” You hear him snap a picture, and you were almost certain by the end of this little photo shoot, the last few pictures would be out of focus. Your fingers knead into his balls, making sure to watch his reaction to see what he liked the most, your fingers lightly scratch at it, and you watch as he shivers at the touch. You bring your other hand to your mouth and gather saliva in your mouth before spitting in your hand and wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. “OH, my fucking…” His hips slightly buck as your wet hand makes contact with his warm cock.

“Chanhee… seeing you like this, it has me so wet right now,” You say as you look up at his face for a moment, his lips part, and you hear him gasp. “I should show you,” You pull your hand away from his balls, and he watches you intently as you slip your hand past the waistband of your pants and cup yourself. “Ohhh… it’s so slick,” You slide your fingers through your folds, gathering your juices onto them before you pull your hand from your pants and lift it into the air to show him.

“Fuck, Y/n, fuck, you… I…” He stutters out, his pupils dilating as he watches your fingers glisten in the light. His cock twitches as it grows harder and more pre-cum oozes from the slit. You slide your hand along his length, spreading your saliva over him before swiping your thumb over the head of his cock and dragging your hand back to the base of it.

“See how wet you have me, baby,” You say before you move your hand back between his legs and cup his balls, you watch him bite his lower lip as he feels your arousal make contact with his balls, fuck, his mind was spinning at how hot it was and at how hot the room suddenly felt. “Are you ready for this shot, Chanhee?” You lean closer, and he watches carefully, hoping that the shot was in focus.

“Ohhh,” He moans as he feels your lips touch the tip of his cock, a shuttering sound goes through the air, and you slip your tongue out to press against the underside of his cock, another picture was taken, and you could hear his breathing picking up. You slide your tongue along the underside, feeling the prominent vein there as you do. “Oh, fuck, fuck, I…” You twist your hand around his cock before sliding it along his length, pausing once it touched your tongue. You slide your hand back to the base of his cock and circle your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness from his pre-cum.

“You’re so big, Chanhee…” You whisper as his cock stands fully erect in your grip. “I almost want you inside me now…” You watch sweat build up on his skin, you weren’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold his camera. “But…” You trail off before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking on it, his lids flutter, and you hear another picture being taken. “Hmm…”

“Fuck, Y/n… fuuuuckkk,” He whines out. You take him more in your mouth and hear another picture being taken as your mouth becomes stuffed with his cock. “Fuuuucccckkk,” His whines were getting louder, and you knew he was enjoying this. You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand kneads into his balls, adding to the sensation he was experiencing. You take him deeper into your mouth, feeling the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, you pause once you hear a different noise coming from him and stare up at him. “Ughm, gahh,” Your pussy twitches at how rough they sounded, they kind of sounded like… You quickly pull away from his cock, strings of saliva breaking off as you do.

“Are you growling?” You ask. His eyes widen at your question before slowly nodding his head. “Fuck… I thought your whines were hot, but you growling… fuck, Chanhee…” You wrap your lips around the head of his cock once more and press the tip of your tongue against his slit, another growl falls from his lips, fuck… It was making you even wetter just hearing the growling sound rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, babbbyyy,” He half whines and half growls out, his free hand coming to the back of your head and twisting into your locks before pulling you off from his cock, he quickly places the camera on the closest table before pushing you down onto your back making you release your hold on his balls and cock as he moves down to the floor as well. His hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, and you quickly help get rid of it for him, his hands then quickly move to the elastic of your pants and panties, and he tries to tug it down, only for his grip to slip.

“You’re so eager,” You say and take hold of your waistband before pushing your pants and panties down, he quickly grabs it halfway and tugs it down further before getting rid of it, you sit upright and grab his shoulders and push him down to the ground before straddling his waist. “Let me do it,” You place one hand on his chest while your other hand moves between your legs to take hold of his cock that was poking against your pussy.

“Fuuuckk,” He grunts as your hand wraps around his cock, you drag him through your folds and push the head of his cock into you, you release his cock and place your hand next to your other hand on his chest and slowly sink onto him.

“Ohhh, uhm, fuck, Chanhee…” You moan. You tilt your head back as your jaw slacks, Chanhee watches your reaction as he fights to keep his eyes open as your wall stretches around his cock.

“Yyy/nnn…” He whines, his mind spinning at the sensational feeling going through his body. He grabs onto your hips and holds onto you when you stop once his cock was completely inside you. “Fuck…” You lift your head to look down at him, and he swore he could blow right then and there.

“I’m about to…” You say and slowly lift your hips, his cock slides out of you with a loud squelch, his grip on you tightens afraid his cock would slip out from you completely. “Hold me tighter,” And with that you lower yourself down onto him, getting filled by him swiftly again.

“Fuck, baby… shit, that feels…” He groans out, your tits bounce as you bounce on his cock and press your fingers into his chest. “Amazing…” You could feel sweat starting to trickle down your back, and he could see your skin starting to glisten in the light from your sweat.

“Chanhee…” You breathe out. The way his cock was hitting inside you felt so right, it felt like it was rubbing against the right places. “Fuck…” Your fingers curl against his chest, leaving a few red streaks behind on his skin. “Fuck…” Your chest heaves up and down as you breathe quicker. He watches as you push your arms together, pushing your breasts together.

“You…” He moans and bucks his hips upwards, needing to feel more of your pussy, needing to feel your walls clench around him. “Will be the end of me one day…” You smirk as you look at him, he bites his lower lip as he watches your face, sin was written all over it. “FUCK!”

“Are you complaining?” You ask. Your hips rolled faster over his cock as you felt your insides flip, and your muscles tighten, your high was closing in as his cock was hitting all the right spots. “Play with my clit,” One of his hands cups your mound, and you feel his finger press down against your clit. “Fuck…”

“I’m n-not,” He says, sounding breathless. You could see his hair sticking to his forehead and his neck. “Fuck, that feels…” You watch his eyes shut, and his lids twitch, the sight has you lifting and lowering your hips as fast as you could and his finger seemed to follow the fast-paced rhythm.

“Fuck… yes, like that,” You moan and shut your own eyes as you feel a tingling shiver go up your spine, your toes curl, and you feel your legs slowly becoming tingling. “Fuck… yes, Chanhee…” You lick your lips before letting out a breathy moan. The sound of your wetness squelching filled the air, and the sound of your mixed moans bounced off the walls. “Ch-Chanhee…” You could see stars starting to appear behind your lids and slid your hand down his chest and stomach, leaving long red scratch marks behind on his skin, and placed your hand on top of his to press his finger harder against your clit. “FUCK!” Your back arches at the same time as his hips buck upwards.

“FUCK, Y/N!” He screams, feeling your walls clamp down tightly around him. His body begins to shake and hot ropes of cum spill into you, while the tension inside you snapped, and you were tossed right into the clouds of your orgasm, your body felt light as you continue to ride him with a slow pace, his finger along with yours continue to rub your clit, easing you through your high while you were easing him through his high.

“Fuck, fuck, Chanhee, fuck, baby, that…” You blubber out, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. “Fuck…” His body slowly stops shaking, and he lowers his hips to the ground, you pull at his hand, pulling his hand away from your clit before you lay down on top of him, breathing hard and trying to gather your thoughts.

“Y/n… Y/n, dammit… I…” He mutters and slides his hand on your waist to your lower back before dragging his fingers up along your spine. “Fuck…” The afterglow feeling begins to settle in as you both lay on the floor, breathing hard and trying to catch your breath. The air surrounding you slowly cool down and nips at your wet skin, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest and open your eyes. He opens his eyes and looks at you with a content expression on his face.

“How did you like my idea?” You ask with a tired smile on your lips. His fingers pause in the middle of your back, and you feel his hand flatten to gently squeeze you.

“I loved it,” He whispers. “I should go through them now, and see how it all led to this,” You smile and move one of your hands to his jaw to cup the side of his face. “But it can wait until later… can we go and shower now?” You softly chuckle and nod your head, as you laugh you could feel his cock slipping out from you.

“Hmm, we can,” You say and slowly push yourself into a sitting position, you climb off him and stand before grabbing onto the wall, your legs feel like jelly and like they could collapse beneath you at any moment, Chanhee was quick to his feet to hold onto you.

“Maybe a bath would be a better option…” He says before helping you down the hall towards your bathroom. You lean into his hold and glance up at him.

“How are you feeling?” You softly ask. “Are you okay, like any discomfort… pain?” He looks down at you for a moment before guiding you into the bathroom.

“I’m feeling like I’m on cloud nine,” He says. “No pain, no discomfort… just bliss,” You nod your head and sit on top of the toilet seat. “Let me run the bath, and you can tell me if you’re feeling any of those feelings?” You watch as he moves towards the tub.

“None of the above, except bliss… pleasure, satisfaction,” You say, he looks back at you and saw you smiling at him. “All good feelings,” He nods his head and opens the tap, letting the water run into the tub and makes his way back to you, he places his hands on your shoulders and you look up.

“Good, all good is good to hear,” He says and leans down to press a kiss against your lips.

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (yandere professors New, Q, & Juyeon) 6.7k, yandere themes, possessive behavior, manipulation, special treatment, modeling, nude modeling, photography, blackmail, non-con, dub-con, drugs, foursome, gang bang, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, implied captivity (@starillusion13)

“You want me to be your model?”

You weren’t an art major, journalism actually, but every institution of higher education forced you to take other classes for your degree, so here you were. You thought an intro class for art would be a good elective and a break from your main courses. It wasn’t anything difficult and you thought you were doing well, that is until your professor, Choi Chanhee, pulled you aside and asked you to come see him later at his office. Your mind ran through all kinds of scenarios, wondering why the professor would want to see you in private.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, but you had to face this head on. You took a deep breath before knocking and stepping inside Professor Choi’s office. Your sense of calm immediately went out the window when you noticed two other professors in the room. You weren’t sure who they were off the top of your head, but you knew they were from the art department too. Now you definitely had no idea what was going on, but your professor was quick to notice your confusion and introduce the others. As well as tell you why he had called you here. The three of them had a job offer for you.

“Yes.” Professor Choi explained. “We believe you’d be a great model, and this would count as your class grade.”

“What does that mean?”

“If you model for us this semester I’ll give you a perfect A in your intro art class. And if you do it again next semester I believe Professor Ji Changmin could have it count as your volunteer work.”

“So you want me to model for a class grade and my volunteer hours?”

“We all think you’d be perfect for the role.” Professor Ji added. “I see great potential in you.”

“Uh, can I think about it? I’m not really sure I’m model material.”

“Of course. We do need an answer by the end of this week. If you decide to do it, please meet us in Professor Lee Juyeon’s classroom.”

“We’d need to start your training right away.” Professor Lee mentioned.”It’s nothing too rigorous, so take your time to think this over.”

“Thanks.”

You didn’t mind your art class. It wasn’t difficult, but of course you still had assignments to complete. When you first looked over the syllabus you saw mentions about going to the nearest art museum and botanical gardens for certain assignments. Those would likely be a whole day trip, and you might not have the time for that. Modeling didn’t sound like a bad idea. You’d likely just be wearing silly costumes and holding stuff while the students drew you from different angles. It would cover your class and it would only be a few hours a week at best.

You did think it over, and didn’t mention it to your friends either. In the end you figured you should give it a shot. You’d have more free time, and this new experience could have other benefits you hadn’t thought of yet. So at the end of the week you went to Professor Lee’s classroom. He was cleaning up and was very happy to see you. He welcomed you in, telling you to make yourself comfortable and he’d call over the other two. You looked around, seeing all the works of art hung around the room. They were quiet beautiful, showing different body types and you were amazed by the attention to detail.

“Are these your works?”

“Hm? Oh no, these are from past students. I have more, but these are the current ones on display in my rotation.”

“Wow. You’ve had a lot of talented individuals come through here.”

“And they will continue to do so. I’m glad you’ve decided to take us up on the job offer.”

“Honestly, it sounds like fun. It’s truly a once in a life time opportunity. I could be drawn by the next Picasso or something.”

“Indeed.”

A moment later the other two professors came in, happy to see you as well. The three gathered for a moment before putting their attention on you.

“Alright, let’s get a good look at you.” Professor Ji stated. “Up on the pedestal, please.”

You set your things down and stood on the pedestal in the center of the room. The three boys circled around you, looking you over and then reaching out to touch. They asked you to move your legs, to pose in certain ways. In the moment you felt like their doll.

“Very good.” Professor Choi complimented. “It will be easier to see what we’re truly working with once you disrobe, but that will be for another time.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You questioned. “Disrobe? You mean take my clothes off?”

“Yes.” Professor Lee continued. “I need you to be a nude model for some of my classes.”

“A nude model!?”

“I’m sorry, did we not make that clear? I know it sounds like a lot, but I promise you this position is not taken lightly. I have other nude models, but I am asking you to model for my graduate classes only, not any immature undergrads.”

“Oh… but…”

“Only three classes a week, two hours each. At least for this semester.”

“I…”

“The graduate students are very professional.” Professor Ji assured. “They’re just here to study human anatomy. They won’t be trouble.”

“… I don’t know…”

“Come by tomorrow so we can give you a proper test run. We’ll discuss the finer details, and you can see what you’re really in for. Please.”

“Uh… sure… sure…”

“Wonderful.”

You really were stunned over the news of this being a nude model gig, but you did want to at least see what the job truly entailed. So the next day you came by the art room again, even if you hesitated at the door. The three professors greeted you, happy to see you were still giving this a proper chance. Professor Lee showed you to the small room in the corner where you could undress. There was a wall mirror, a locker to put your things, as well as a clean robe for you to wear. For now you weren’t expected to be nude, but were asked to strip down to your panties and bra. You were a bit nervous but did as they asked, wrapping yourself up in the soft robe and stepping out in some slippers that had been provided.

“Excellent.” Professor Lee cheered. “Now I assure you, there are no cameras in this room. While in class the door is locked so no one can just come and go as they please. I also collect the phones from my grads and keep them in a box on my desk. The students who will be working with you are very professional and respectful.”

“Okay…”

“Let’s run a mock session then.”

The door was locked right in front of you, assuring you that no one would just walk in. Professor Lee lead you to the pedestal, helping you get on it. You removed your slippers, holding onto the robe, not wanting to take it off. They were patient with you, and the room wasn’t super cold. After a moment you took a breath and removed the robe, Professor Lee taking it from you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself.

“You look beautiful.” Professor Ji assured. “But take your time.”

It took you a bit to ease your nerves, but eventually you lowered your hands. Once you were good the professors helped you get into a pose. Something simple, just a hand on your hip. From there the boys used tape to mark where you stood. Each of them then got a canvas and some brushes and pencils, finding a position around you to set up.

“For starters I just need you to hold that position for about thirty minutes, then we’ll take a break.” Professor Choi said. “Can you do that?”

“I think so.”

“Good.”

At first there was this awkward silence, but then the professors began talking with you. They asked about your classes, and how things were going for you. They wanted to know about you, the things you did in your free time, and why you were pursuing your career of journalism. 

“Information is dangerous but important, and wonderful. I want to be able to share that, so people can make good decisions and share stories.”

“That’s very cute.” Professor Lee chuckled. “Ah, keep still.”

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay. Standing still is difficult, but you’re doing well so far.”

“Thank you.”

After thirty minutes Professor Lee came to your side with your robe, helping you put it on and get into your slippers. You walked over to see what they had been working on, rather stunned to see how they had captured your form. It was beautiful, which was to be expected, these guys are professors in the art department of course.

“For an actual session I can’t really have the students conversing with you.” Professor Lee explained. “I can play some calm music in the room, or if you prefer you can use your own earbuds while posing.”

“I understand professor.”

“You don’t need to be so formal with us. You can just call me Juyeon.”

“Alright, although I’m still not sure I can do this completely naked…”

“You’re doing well so far. I’d ask you to at least do two sessions for one of my classes. If you don’t wish to continue after that, I’ll get another model. Is that possible?”

“Uh… I think so…”

“I’m glad to hear.”

After your little break you got back on the pedestal, the boys telling you to move a little bit here and there as you got back into position. The rest of the session went well, the boys showering you with compliments as they continued to ask about you. By the end you didn’t feel so shy, but then again you weren’t completely naked before strangers. Still, you would give this a real shot, so Juyeon gave you the time for the class he wanted you to model for. Excited to see you then.

🖤

The day for your real modeling session you were incredibly nervous, but you wanted to keep your word and not back out last minute. You arrived early to the class, and Juyeon was very happy to see you. Just like before you got into your little dressing room and stripped. You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, wearing only your bra and panties. You had to fully undress and you believed in yourself. After a moment you took off the last bit of clothing you had, putting on the dress robe and slippers. You had brought some earbuds, wanting to get lost in your own world and not hear anything you didn’t want to.

When the time came Juyeon knocked on the door, linking his arm with yours and leading you to the pedestal. The students were all setting up, getting out their tools, every space around you occupied by someone. Juyeon gave you an assuring look as you got on the pedestal, letting you disrobe on your own. You kept your eyes on him for the time being, letting him touch you as he got you into an ideal pose. He marked your position and then you were on your own. Besides the music you weren’t sure what else to do with yourself until you noticed something on the wall. It seemed to be some sort of puzzle, and it did well to pass the time.

At break time Juyeon approached you with the robe, helping you down. The students were also on break. Some remained in the class, others stepped out for a moment. Even though it was only the beginning you wanted to see what the students had done so far. You walked around the room with Juyeon, seeing the rough outline of your body from all kinds of angles. It was incredible, and you found it so beautiful. This was you, regardless of the angle. There weren’t any sort of identifying features either, yet every student was taking great care in drawing you and it brought a smile to your face.

All the students were back before the end of break and then you got back to your position. The students politely helped with directions this time as they knew what they were drawing. Then you were back on your little eye puzzle, which Juyeon admitted to placing for you so you don’t get so bored. When the second break came around you checked on the work, seeing the progress they had made. It was the small details they were really working towards, which was really good. Even if you had continued with your original art class, you weren’t sure you could ever get on their level.

“You’ve been doing very well.” Juyeon complimented. “I appreciate you being here.”

“Me too. I’m not so nervous anymore and this job is… interesting…I think I’ll be able to keep doing this.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

You finished up the session, a few of the students thanking you for your time. You went to get dressed, honestly feeling a bit strange putting clothes back on after just being naked for two hours. Once you had gathered all your things you stepped out, seeing Juyeon chatting with a student. You thought about leaving but he told you to stay a moment, so you did. Soon enough it was just the two of you and Juyeon began cleaning up the room, which you helped him do despite his protests.

“Ah, that reminds me.”

Juyeon went over to his desk, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. At first you were confused, but then you realized what was inside.

“Oh, no, no, no, I can’t take this. I’m doing this for my class credits.”

“I know, this is from me personally. I pay all my models, and besides, it really is unfair to have you model for me and not pay you. Please, take it.”

“Just this once?”

“Well, we still have more sessions to come.”

“I…”

“You deserve it. I’ll be seeing you later this week, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you have the semester schedule?”

“I do.”

“Good. Until next class.”

“Until then.”

You continued with the modeling job, still trying to refuse Juyeon’s money, but at least you got him to lower the amount. It was nice to have some extra spending money for your studies though, making it easier to focus on assignments and projects. You of course did check your grades for your art class, seeing that Chanhee was marking them all as passed with an A, maybe a high B here and there, not waiting to make things weird, but also not harming your GPA. Being a nude model certainly wasn’t so nerve wrecking anymore, which made the sessions all the easier. Things were going smoothly until they got a bit complicated.

“Uh… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello, do I know you?”

“Well, kinda…”

After a session someone outside the classroom caught your attention. They didn’t seem familiar, but also weren’t entirely a stranger.

“You’ve modeled for a few of my classes now and I was wondering if I could get your name? Perhaps your number?”

“Sunwoo, aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

“Huh? Oh, hi Professor Ji. My current class was actually canceled and-”

“You should be studying for exams, nout lounging around the art department. Go on now.”

“Uh, yes, professor.”

Sunwoo glanced back at you, giving you an apologetic smile before heading off. Now it was just you and Changmin.

“You didn’t have to scold him like that.”

“I did. It’s not appropriate for any students to try and form a relationship with you. They’ve seen you without clothes on in a very vulnerable state.”

“Ah, I see.”

“It’s advice I hope you follow.”

“I think I will.”

“Now I know you just stepped out of Juyeon’s classroom, but do you mind if we go back in? There is something I’d like to discuss with the both of you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You were curious what Changmin wanted to discuss, but you thought it was related to school. In fact it wasn’t as Changmin was talking about taking you out to dinner to celebrate you and congratulating you on your work. Of course the semester wasn’t over, but you were around the halfway point. You tried telling them this wasn’t necessary, but they insisted so there was really no denying them. The restaurant wasn’t anything super fancy, but rather nice. You dressed in business casual attire, stuff for interviews, since you didn’t have anything else. After ordering you began asking the three about their own careers and how they got into the arts and teaching.

Chanhee was big on portraits and color theory, enjoying teaching a few intro classes as he can see how other students interpret the world and the colors it has. You probably would have enjoyed his class, but you did like the spare time one less class gave you. Juyeon focused more on human anatomy and capturing moments in one’s day to day life. He had a handful of models, both nude and dressed, that he kept in contact with for his classes. He was very serious with his work and he only taught grad students. Then there was Changmin, a photographer. His classes were mainly open electives for other majors, but he loved teaching others how to use a camera to the fullest to take captivating images. They were all passionate in their area, and you admired that about them.

“You know, you could be a real model.” Chanhee mentioned. “Not a nude model, but a runway model.”

“That sounds crazy. I’m not a real model.”

“We’re serious.” Changmin added. “I have my own personal studio not far from campus. We could help you build a proper portfolio.”

“Even if you don’t want to shoot for a runway model, there are plenty of other jobs you can take on.” Juyeon added. “Commercial shoots, or magazine ads. A pretty face like yours would certainly be wanted. You should consider it.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

After dinner they took you back to your dorm, wishing you a good night. It wasn’t super late but you were still quiet as to not wake your roommate. You undressed and washed up for the night, crawling into bed. Dinner had been good, and so were the conversations. You really were intrigued by the idea of modeling on a more professional level. You wouldn’t feel guilty about the money made from real modeling jobs and it wouldn’t hurt to build up some savings before you graduate and dive into your career. It would be a good side hustle and money maker since getting a job as soon as you graduate wasn’t a common thing. It really wasn’t a bad idea.

🖤

The next time you had a free moment you went to search for Changmin, letting him know you did want to try modeling professionally. He was overjoyed to hear, setting up a good time for you to come down to his studio and take some professional shots. It was best to do this over the weekend, and you brought a bag of some of your clothes. You’d need a variety of shots taken, although the studio wasn’t what you expected. It was a full on professional studio that had its own employees and ran while Changmin was teaching. You had also never seen a studio like this before. Changmin was flattered you brought your own things, but he had options for you.

There was a room in the studio filled with clothes of all types. He went with you to pick out some outfits for your portfolio, knowing what he wanted to capture about you. Of course it wasn’t just going to be the two of you as Chanhee and Juyeon stopped by as well. Your scheduled time was later in the evening after all, and it would surely continue after business hours. Chanhee and Juyeon were more than happy to help you with make-up and accessories, making you look incredible. You weren’t one for getting dolled up, but you were certainly seeing a new side of your own beauty.

Once you were ready the photoshoot began. Changmin was happily behind the camera, treating you like a real model and encouraging you to do your own thing. He gave a few directions here and there, the other two giving suggestions as well. Overall the experience was fun, and certainly a once in a lifetime thing if this modeling didn’t go anywhere. You looked over the photos with the others, amazed at how good Changmin was at his job. He said he would pick out the good photos and do some edits to build your portfolio. He’d want you to look at it when he was done, and if you were satisfied with it he could reach out to some companies and start working on getting you some gigs. So you were quite excited to see what would come of this.

When the portfolio was done Changmin sent you a message, telling you he had left a physical copy for you in Chanhee’s hands. From there you reached out to Chanhee, agreeing to meet with him after one of his classes in order to pick up your portfolio. It was a little weird going into his classroom as students left, you hadn’t been there since the beginning of the semester. You waited for Chanhee to finish talking with a few students, so you looked around the room. You saw a few new pieces on the wall, wondering about their creator.

“I must admit, it’s nice to have you in my classroom again.”

“I could have remained as your student.”

“You’re doing better as Juyeon’s model. Now, your portfolio.” Chanhee grabbed a file from his desk, handing it to you. “If there are some you don’t want, let Changmin know. We’re all eager to see your career grow.”

“This is more of a side job than career. It never hurts to make money.”

“You do have a point.”

“Alright then, I’ll be off. I have a class to get to.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Yup.”

On your way out of the classroom you checked the time, seeing you had half an hour before you had to be somewhere else. You opened up the file, seeing the pictures you had taken, once again reminded Changmin was a good photographer.

“You’re y/n, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Do I know you?” 

“We’re in the same class, or at least we’re supposed to be.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Me neither. Your name is still registered as part of Professor Choi’s intro class despite the fact you haven’t attended in the last couple weeks. You’re even getting grades, that’s odd don’t you think?”

“And what’s your problem?”

“Are you sleeping with the professor?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“So I’m right.”

“You-”

“What is the commotion out here?” Chanhee stepped out of his classroom. “What are you two yelling about? There are other classes in progress.”

“I’m just concerned about one of my fellow classmates. It’s my duty to maintain the university’s reputation.”

“I don’t see why yelling at another does that. You should focus on your own studies, but if something troubles you then report it with the department administrator.”

“I will.”

The girl turned around and stormed off. You were still shocked over her words, but now you were worried about what she would tell the administrator. The modeling in exchange for a grade probably wasn’t sanctioned.

“Shouldn’t you have said something else? She’s gonna tell the administrator and get you in trouble.”

“She won’t.”

“Chanhee-”

“Don’t you know who the administrator is?”

“Uh… no, this isn’t my-”

“It’s Changmin.”

“Oh… that actually explains a lot…”

“So don’t worry about that girl, let’s just focus on your future modeling career.”

“Sure.”

After looking through the portfolio photos you messaged Changmin with a few suggestions but gave him the go ahead to send your information out there to see if anyone was interested. You honestly didn’t expect to get anything, but a few days later Changmin mentioned  a potential modeling job. Of course everything was still your choice, so he was just giving you the details. Honestly the money wasn’t bad, and these were all small jobs, so you did what came up. Some were easier than others, and some didn’t involve showing your face. Overall the side job was fun, and you always had one of the three boys accompanying you.

Although as exams and the end of the semester was approaching, you had to decline a few here and there. You needed the time to yourself to study, and still do your original job for Juyeon’s classes. Things were going well, and you felt that you had a pretty good balance in your life. If you kept this up you’d be in a good position come graduation. Of course you were stressed but not as much as you could be. After your last session of the week with Juyeon you hung around his classroom, helping him clean up. It had become a habit and it was a little moment where you could focus on a small task and not your own grades.

“You’ve really gotten better with modeling.”

“Thanks. I’ve gotten better with practice.”

“You have, although you haven’t been doing many modeling jobs as of late.”

“I have to focus on my studies.”

“Why? A pretty face like you doesn’t need brains.”

“… uh, what?”

“You’re better off as a model, than a little journalist. If you really focus on modeling you could be on a runway in months.”

“…”

You were rendered speechless, not sure if this was actually happening right now. Juyeon’s words couldn’t be real but either way, you needed to leave. You grabbed your things, getting his attention, so he quickly went over to you, grabbing your arm and preventing you from leaving.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Let go.”

“I was planning dinner for all of us tonight.”

“I’m good, now let go!”

“What-”

“I said let go!”

You yanked your arm free and stormed towards the door, only to watch it open it on its own. Chanhee and Changmin walked in, smiles on their faces, until they sensed the tension in the air and saw your expression.

“What’s wrong?” Changmin asked. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You stammered. “I was just leaving.”

“What about dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Come on, dinner won’t hurt.” Juyeon said.

“…”

“Y/n, what happened?” Chanhee questioned. “You don’t-”

“I told her she’d be better off as a model.” Juyeon admitted. “I guess she didn’t like that.”

“…”

“It’s not a bad idea.” Changmin added. “You’ve been-”

“I don’t want to model, I quit.”

You tried to walk away, but Chanhee held you back this time. You didn’t wanna argue anymore, but when you tried to free yourself Chanhee’s grip only got tighter. 

“What about your grades? The semester isn’t over yet. If you insist on quitting, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”

“What… you know what, I don’t care, I’ll take the F.”

Before you tried to free yourself again you heard the door lock, seeing Changmin do just that. Now you were starting to get nervous, getting the sense that something else was going on here. Still, you tried to get your arm free but Chanhee wouldn’t budge.

“You know, we could destroy your career right here, right now.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“What place would hire some fresh out of uni journalism student who has nude photos of themselves all over the internet.” Juyeon stated. “I think that’s a pretty big career killer.”

“There are no cameras in here!”

“I lied. You really think I wouldn’t want to remember some of my most beautiful models? Although my favorite images come from the dressing room.”

You felt your heart sink at his words. Maybe he was lying about everything, you couldn’t even imagine where a hidden camera would be. Although those thoughts were quickly squashed.

“Even if I didn’t have cameras in my classroom, I could get such beautiful images tonight.”

“I…”

“Be a good girl, and strip.”

You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. Your mind was racing and you were processing. Still, your lack of action was annoying them. So Chanhee pulled you towards the center of the room, the other two approaching and starting to undress you. Out of instinct you fought back only to get shoved down onto the floor, pinned as you ended up in your bra and panties. To a degree you were used to the nudity, but not like this. You covered yourself as best as you could, pulling up your knees to your chest when the boys stepped away.

“Don’t… don’t do this…”

“We were working towards it.” Changmin admitted. “We all make such a great team, don’t we?”

“I… I’ll finish the semester just…”

“We know you will, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.”

“This… this isn’t necessary…”

“Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t had this kind of fantasy before.” Chanhee teased. “A lot of students fantasize about their professors. We’re all adults here, it’s okay.”

“No… no, I-”

“No one’s gonna bother us.” Juyeon assured, going to his desk. “The week is over, and you know how uni students are.”

Juyeon came into view, kneeling down before you with a small circular thin in hand. You had no idea what it was, but he had a rather pleased smile on his face.

“This is special for you, a personal mix I’ve been working on.”

“Huh?”

Juyeon opened up the tin, holding it out to you. It wasn’t empty, a strange blue colored liquid inside. He held it out closer to you, and then you caught a whiff of it. The smell was odd and began to make you dizzy. You grabbed your head, noticing that the world was spinning. Before you collapsed Changmin caught you, standing behind you.

“There, now she’ll cooperate.”

“What exactly is in that?” Chanhee asked.

“It’s a secret.”

Changmin gently laid you down, kneeling beside you and caressing your cheek. You were starting to feel hot, and his cool touch was welcomed. You leaned into him, getting a chuckle out of him.

“She is very cute. I was looking forward to dinner, but this is a good substitute. You’re sure she’ll behave?”

“She’ll be begging for us once we get started.” Juyeon said. “Don’t worry.”

“Who’s going first?”

“I call dibs.”

Chanhee was already slipping out of his shirt, getting on top of you and placing wet kisses on your face, then trailing down your chest. You moved to get him off of you, but you had no strength to push him away. His lips provided a soothing sensation, so really, you didn’t want him to stop. After a moment he pulled you up to sit, his hands reaching to unhook your bra and help you slip out of it.

“I made a good choice, didn’t I?”

“Is that why you get to go first?” Changmin pouted. 

“Jealous much? As if you haven’t been photographing her on your own. Won’t share the pictures.”

“I deserve to have some things for myself. Juyeon doesn’t share his videos of the dressing room.”

“My cameras, my videos.”

“I’ll share.” Chanhee chuckled. “She’s too pretty not to see someone else ruin her.”

While peppering you with kisses Chanhee latched on to one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple and teasing with his teeth. You cried out in ecstacy, a new feeling taking over your senses. This wasn’t your first time, but a new experience. When Chanhee pulled back there was a loud pop, followed by fingers between your legs, rubbing you through your panties. You whimpered once before you bit your lip, not wanting to be so nosy and needy.

“It’s okay baby.” Juyeon cooed, pulling you into a soft kiss. “We want to hear everything. No need to worry about anyone else.”

“… uh… my head…”

“Sh, it’s okay, we got you.”

“She’s so wet.” Chanhee giggled. “I can’t wait much longer.”

You barely registered Chanhee’s words before he pushed your panties aside and pressed his fingers against your folds. You squirmed, trying to move away, but Juyeon kept you from running. You felt Chanhee’s fingers pushing deeper, and one slipping inside you. Your mouth hung open in sweet pleasure, Changmin taking it as an invitation to put two of his own fingers in there, moving around your tongue and getting you to suck on them. You did so without really thinking, your focus pulled in two directions. Then you felt hands trailing down your chest, grabbing your breasts and massaging them. 

While you were distracted with that a second finger entered you, making you squirm once more as Chanhee found your sweet spot. He was more than happy to abuse it, making you moan against Changmin’s fingers, partially gagging. You didn’t really notice when a third finger was added but you could feel the stretch. Juyeon placed kisses against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. The world around you was spinning, but you were more focused on the pleasurable feelings you were being assaulted with. Instinctively you let out a whimper when Chanhee moved his fingers, feeling cold for a moment before you felt something bigger rubbing against your slit.

Your mind only registered what that was once it was pushing your walls apart, entering you inch by inch. You felt a bit tense, but slowly relaxed, the pain mixing to pleasure. The fingers in your mouth pulled away with a pop, letting your moans spill past your lips. Those wet fingers trailed down your body, making you twitch, which just created a new sensation from the cock inside you. A whimper escaped you as you adjusted for the size. For a moment you noticed Chanhee’s face right in front of you, a big smile on his face. Then he started moving and things got blurry. Chanhee moved with a steady rhythm at first, making your whole body shake.

You shut your eyes, hands exploring his chest, trying to get some stability, but you were getting lost. Each of his thrusts rubbed against your sweet spot, keeping you off balance and on cloud nine. Chanhee shoved the others away from you, meaning down to kiss your neck and chest, wanting to leave marks. You felt a heat building down below, only growing stronger and stronger. You tried to say something to Chanhee, but he understood well. As he pushed you over the edge he pressed his lips to yours, letting you moan into his mouth. Your body shook beneath him, squeezing him tight and encouraging him to spill his seed.

You were barely coming down from your high when you heard, and felt, Chanhee pushed off of you. Juyeon wanted to take advantage of your sensitive state, and it wasn’t up for debate. You didn’t feel empty for long before something else just as big and hard slipped inside, pushing against Chanhee’s mess and having it spill out of you. A ragged moan escaped your lips as you adjusted to the change and the sensation. You were still twitching and aching but Juyeon was desperate. As soon as he was settled in he began moving, rocking your body as he used you to satisfy himself. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around him, holding on and moaning into his ears. He felt so good, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust just like Chanhee had done. It wasn’t too hard for him to force another orgasm out of you.

You cried out when you felt your body shake once more, wanting to rest, but Juyeon wasn’t done yet. He used your limp body to reach his own orgasm, adding to the mess between your legs. You felt the warm sticky substance spill down your thighs, the scent of sex filling the air. You thought you could actually rest, but there was someone who had patiently been waiting and watching you with such a predatory gaze. Juyeon peppered you with soft kisses before moving away, leaving you in Changmin’s hands. He caressed your body, enjoying the extra sensitivity. As he touched your breasts, as his fingers trailed down your chest, you gasped and moaned, every little thing getting a reaction out of you.

He teased you until his fingers got down to your core, pushing into the sloppy mess and mixing it all around. Your sense of self was long gone by then, and you just wanted more. You started to whimper, gently moving your hips, and Changmin understood your actions. He chuckled, promising that he’d take good care of you. One moment you were softly begging, the next you were yanked off of the ground and found yourself sitting atop something big and hard. A surprised moan came out of you, making you throw your head back. Perhaps he was in deeper, but you just wanted friction. You moved slowly, trying to get yourself off, but you were so tired, yet so desperate. Changmin let you play with his cock for a while, watching you fondly before grabbing your hips and helping you out.

He thrusted up into you, letting the mess between your legs spill onto him. Incoherent mumbles spilled out your lips as Changmin fired up your sensitive places. Once he got into a good rhythm he laid you back down, wanting to rub his thumb against your swollen clit, absolutely planning to wring another orgasm out of you, one just for him. You cried out when you reached climax, this one making you go completely limp. You couldn’t even relax until Changmin came, spilling into you and happily thrusting his hips as he got his seed in deeper. He placed gentle kisses on your face, telling you how good of a girl you had been, but you couldn’t register much. You were spent, body and mind, and couldn’t help but slip into the unconscious. 

🖤

You groaned as you began to regain your senses, feeling sore, your body aching all over. There was a chill in the air, and you realized you were still naked, but had some cloth draped over you. When you opened your eyes you looked around the room, seeing that you were still in Juyeon’s classroom. You had no idea how much time had passed, but you did try to get up.

“Don’t move, we’re not done yet.”

You looked around for the voice, but struggled to find it. You needed a moment more to have the strength to move. You tried again only to have a hand on your chest and getting pushed back down. Chanhee was still very much naked, but he had a pleased grin on his face.

“I said stay still, love, we’re painting, and you can’t be moving. Be a good model and just close your eyes and rest.”

Chanhee placed a cloth over your eyes, and the darkness just made it all the easier to go back to sleep, but you fought it. You couldn’t move much even if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to give up. Despite what you remembered, the soreness on your body told you more was done to you. So you just laid there, not fully aware of the other three around the room, happily painting your portrait from different angles.

“… please… can I go home…”

“Hm, what are we going to do with her now?” Juyeon asked. “We can’t just let her go.”

“I’ll take her back to my place.” Chanhee volunteered. “Take care of her as she recovers.”

“As if you won’t do more than that.”

“You’re more than welcome to visit, although don’t you still need her for modeling?”

“I can figure something out, but we need to do something about her.”

“Students drop out and disappear all the time.” Changmin reminded. “I’ll take care of that.”

“Oh, I like that.” Chanhee giggled. “I really did choose a good one, didn’t I?”

“The best one, perhaps the last one.”

[stealanity]

playlist one , the boyz ( cch to src ) :

⠀

ꕤ choi chanhee ,

the so-called boyfriend ( smau , hiatus )

better

yarrow

cry for me

strawberry flavor

⠀

[ 8:42pm ]

[ 10:42pm ]

[ 11:12pm ]

[ 5:25am ]

⠀

ꕤ ji changmin ,

you did well

lying eyes

first love

dream of you

dream of you ( part two )

⠀

[ 10:32pm ]

[ 2:24am ]

[ 6:17am ]

[ 6:14pm ]

⠀

ꕤ ju haknyeon ,

our secret little date

⠀

[ 12:24pm ]

[ 8:23pm ]

[ 9:36pm ]

⠀

ꕤ kim sunwoo ,

color palette ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. eric , written serie , discontinued )

you're save

late night kiss

a to z being your boyfriend

old toy

new toy

ghost train

just friends

easier

unashamedly

⠀

[ 3:47am ]

[ 3:45am ]

[ 9:45pm ]

[ 6:38pm ]

[ 11:57pm ]

[ 11:25pm ]

⠀

ꕤ sohn eric ,

endless race ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. sunwoo , written serie , discontinued )

age of love

broken night

never be you

roulette to your heart

because of you

black hair & red lipstick

all over

one bed

birthday present(s)

⠀

[ 3:22pm ]

[ 2:56pm ]

[ 2:24pm ]

[ 2:04am ]

⠀

ꕤ ot-eleven ,

sorry, for breaking your heart ( written serie , hiatus )

kiss or kill? ( one shot )

the boyz as the vamps' songs

october 19 : international kiss your crush day

kiss their s/o for the first time

their s/o asking them for one last kiss

their s/o having a habit of sitting on their lap

their s/o being drunk

their s/o cutting their hair short

their s/o holding hands when they're anxious / clingy

their crush not being touchy

always having an extra scrunchie for their s/o

watching a horror movie with their s/o

sharing a bed with their s/o for the first time

accidently outing their relationship on vlive

⠀

. . . link to hyung line !

[juyeonszn]

PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

TAGLIST @millksea

“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[deobienthusiast]

something blue | choi chanhee

• pairing: best friend!chanhee x female!reader

• word count: 3.5k words

• genre: fluff, slight angst

• rating: PG

• warnings: weddings, reader is kind of being an asshole, fake friends, and our favorite curse words

• notes: *sigh* thank you to sana ( @heemingyu )for your not so serious but also super serious betaread of this. now that i know what really gets you going i mean continue to hit at that now😘��� I LOVE YOU

• tagging: @deoboyznet

• synopsis: after getting into a big fight with your best friend the day before your wedding, you’re left wondering if he’ll even show up.

Whoever said your wedding day is the happiest day of your life is an absolute fucking idiot. What is there to be happy about if everything isn’t perfect. You wouldn’t consider yourself a perfectionist by any means, but when you have a vision for something you expect it to be pretty damn near close.

The process of planning your wedding didn’t start when you got engaged to your amazing fiancé Sangyeon. It started when you were a kid, sitting in your living room watching the Disney princesses who had happy endings and fairytale weddings. You knew you wanted a wedding similar to those of the princesses. Which princess didn’t matter, but as long as the wedding was to your standard of perfection, it would be fine.

Alongside your planning was your best friend, Chanhee. He wasn’t just your best friend. He was your person, or as your fiancé liked to say ‘your soulmate’. You had never really believed in soulmates, but when more and more people pointed out that you and Chanhee could be soulmates, you began to listen. It made sense. Chanhee was always there. From your earliest memories in Kindergarten to graduating college, to getting your dream job. Everywhere page in your mind was littered with your best friend. The small, skinny kid that would bring you pretty blue forget-me-nots every time he saw you. Chanhee helped you plan your dream wedding, combining elements of each Disney princess into one big wedding. He called himself your unofficial wedding planner. He made sure everything would go off without any problems, even threatening to throw out some of your work friends if they got too drunk.

Chanhee even planned your pre-wedding party. When you and your wedding party went out, Chanhee had everything covered. From the party bus, to dinner, to the club, your best friend was on it. Chanhee only wanted the best for his best friend, while you only wanted him to at some point let loose and enjoy himself.

The dinner you and your wedding party went to seemed like such a distant memory now. Despite having been only a couple of hours ago, the amount of alcohol in your system made it seem like dinner was months ago. You and your work friends were trashed, to say the least. Hopping from table to table, stealing people’s drinks, getting heavily belligerent with anyone that tried to stop you. You were on a wrecking ball, wreaking havoc across the club. People were starting to complain to the managers, and Chanhee was just trying to find your purse and shoes that you somehow rid yourself of in the midst of all the madness. His constant apologies were falling on deaf ears as all people wanted now was for you and your rowdy entourage to leave.

“Hey, why don’t we sit and have some water?” Chanhee asked you, having finally caught up to you.

You were once again at a table that was not yours as you took a shot from the hands of one of the guests occupying the table. “Water? I don’t need water, Chanhee. I need more vodka!”

Chanhee gave a sympathetic look to the other partygoers as he spoke. “I’m really sorry. I’m trying my hardest to get everything under control.”

The guest who’s drink had been stolen scoffed. “Try harder dude. This is ridiculous.”

The people at the table stood up, moving from the area as Chanhee began to get frustrated. You had never acted like this before. He always said your work buddies only brought out the worst in you, but you never listened to him. In fact, Chanhee couldn’t even spot any of your so-called work “friends”.

“Where is everyone? I want to hit up another party.” You yelled.

Chanhee grabbed your arm, ripping the glass from your hand as he began to drag you towards the exit. “They left! And that’s what we’re doing.”

On his trek towards the door, Chanhee spotted your shoes and purse, squeezing behind a nasty trash can that they were sitting behind. He let go of you momentarily to make sure your credit cards, ID, and cash were all still in your wallet. As his fingers slipped through the loops of your heels to pick them up, he heard a loud crash. Turning around, a table filled with bottles of vodka had hit the floor and you were now face to face with an angry patreon.

The girl was screaming in your face about how you didn’t need to be drinking anymore, while all you could do was yell back about how she wasn’t the boss of you. You were having a good time, why was everyone trying to stop you. Chanhee pulled you back to him, heading for the door before stopping.

“Shit, the tab.” Chanhee whispered.

You were still yelling over your shoulder to the girl as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his card. He wasn’t even sure what the final bill was, but he was willing to pay for it if it meant getting you out of the club in one piece. The bartender took the card, looking over the slumped over state of you as he shook his head. He swiped the card, pulled out a receipt and handed both the card and receipt to Chanhee. Your best friend let out a sigh as he practically carried you to the exit. When he got outside, he sat you down on the curb as he began to call someone.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your sentence is just barely able to be made out by Chanhee.

The boy looked at you as he rolled his eyes. “The hotel.”

You perked up. “I don’t wanna leave. The girls are still inside.”

Chanhee shook his head. “That’s too bad. They can find their own way back to the hotel.”

“I don’t wanna leave.”

“You are beyond drunk. You can barely stand, you have no shoes on, and you are so fucking lucky someone didn’t rob you. You’ve made a mess of yourself and this club, you have no choice but to leave.” Chanhee said sternly.

The alcohol in your system didn’t like the way he was talking to you. He had never talked to you like this before.

“Why are you being so mean?” You asked rather loudly.

Chanhee let out a humorless laugh. “I’m being honest. You need to go to bed. It’s three in the morning on your wedding day. You have to be up early for breakfast, you have to have your makeup done, you can’t stay out with them any longer.”

He heard you begin to mumble as he began to get impatient. All he wanted to do was get you safely to your hotel suite, and go to bed himself.

Why wasn’t the driver picking up his fucking phone?

“You’re just jealous of them.” You said softly.

Chanhee froze. “What did you just say to me?”

You looked up at the boy, eyes wide as you spoke louder this time. “You are just jealous of my relationship with the girls. I see them everyday, and we don’t see each other every day. They are better best friends to me than you are.”

The phone that was covering his ear was now down by his waist. “How dare you?”

You could only look back at the boy, the realization of your words now dawning on you. “Chanhee,”

“Do you know what I’ve had to go through to make sure your fucking wedding day is perfect? I’ve given up my own personal time to be here and plan EVERYTHING for you. May I remind you that I was the only one that helped you pick out your outfit. I helped pick out the food and recommended the bakery for the cake. I found the DJ, the place for dinner tonight, and the fucking club. I have kept you from getting arrested tonight on more than one occasion. I’ve canceled plans to be at your beck and call anytime that you have ever needed me. I’ve done everything for you from the time we met each other when we were five! No one, and I mean no one, will ever be a better best friend than me.” Chanhee yelled.

Before you could speak, he continued. “Do you think they are better than me? The person that has held your hand through sicknesses, the person who has been there to pick up the pieces through every heartbreak you’ve gone through with shitty guys. I introduced you to Sangyeon. He was my friend first, and yet he seems to be the only one appreciative of what I’ve done, not just for him but for you. Not once have you ever told me thank you for anything. Anything!”

He dropped your shoes, grabbing your hand from the sitting position you were in to smack your purse into it. Chanhee brought a hand up to his forehead, rubbing over it as he began to feel a migraine coming on. He could hear talking on the other end of his phone as he tossed it to you, making you flinch as it hit your chest.

“Find your own way back to the hotel. Or better yet, go ask your best friends since they are better to you than I am. They can get you back to the hotel, and they can help you out in the morning. I’m done!” Chanhee said.

He turned quickly on his feet, walking off in the opposite direction of the club. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you tried to get yourself up to stop your best friend. His legs carried him quickly to a bus that had stopped at a bus stop as he hopped on it. You watched the bus pass you as you let out a sob.

You didn’t sleep very well when you got back from the club. All you did was cry over what Chanhee had said, and your work friends were beginning to get annoyed. They merely dropped you off at your suite and left to continue their night. All you could do is sit against the headboard of the hotel bed as you looked around the lavish room that your best friend had spent his hard earned money on, reminding you that as the bride you “deserve the best”. Now you weren’t so sure.

The alarm on your phone went off, signaling that you needed to get up, but you didn’t really have the energy. In fact, you weren’t even sure you wanted to get married. You knew that wouldn’t be fair to Sangyeon, calling off your wedding over the fact that you got into a fight with your best friend. Although Sangyeon would’ve understood, you couldn’t do it to him. A knock at your room door pulled you from your thoughts as you groaned, dragging your body weight out of the bed.

You looked through the peephole on the door and groaned again, seeing the cheery face of your mother and future mother in law. Opening the door, both ladies squealed.

“Happy wedding day!” Your mother exclaimed happily as she pulled you in for a hug.

Sangyeon’s mom did the same before pulling back just slightly, whispering to you. “Are you okay dear?”

You looked at the woman, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You gave her a nod, trying to force a smile on your face. She wanted to speak again before your mom interrupted.

“You need to shower, and you need to be quick. Makeup won’t wait all day. And all day isn’t what we have time wise.” She said, pushing you into the bathroom.

The only sound that left your mouth was a sigh as you let your mother practically manhandle you into the shower. She was quick to pick up your pajamas that you don’t even remember getting into last night as she exited, leaving you to wallow in your own self pity as the hot water cascaded onto your skin. You slowly washed your body, attempting to scrub the dead skin, sweat, and the memories from last night off of your body and down the drain. You weren’t sure how long you were in the shower, having at some point zoned out. The water had gone cold, and you were beginning to shiver as you turned the handle, shutting off the shower.

When you pulled back the curtain, the remaining steam from the previously hot water was still fogging up the bathroom. You could see it get pushed around from the sudden release of cold air from the cold water. You noticed a towel and satin bathrobe set upon the countertop. Reaching for both, you quickly dried off and threw on the bathrobe before opening the bathroom door and letting your mother whisk you off to your makeup appointment.

The day dragged on. All your work friends managed to make it to the venue for hair and makeup. Strolling into the building wielding water, liquid IV packages, sunglasses, and a hangover, they didn’t look very pleased anymore about the time you chose for all of this. They let the artists get them ready with no complaints, just barely sparing you a hello. You weren’t all that thrilled to see them either, so this didn’t bother you a bit. Your mother was making her rounds, checking on each girl before one of them got sick, making her stop to tend to the one person that couldn’t handle her hangover. This gave Sangyeon’s mom a chance to check on you.

“Hey,” She said softly, catching your attention. “Are you okay? Truly?”

You couldn’t turn your head due to the makeup being put on so you opted to just locking eyes with her through the mirror.

“Is it that obvious that something is bothering me?”

She chuckled. “I’ve known you long enough to see a change in your moods.”

For the first time today, you cracked an actual genuine smile.

“I got into a fight.” You said quietly.

“With who? One of the girls?”

Shaking your head. “With Chanhee.”

“Oh sweetheart. I’m sure it wasn’t too bad.” She cooed.

You chuckled. “He’s not here, is he? Something tells me he’s not with Sangyeon either.”

Your mother in law frowned as she excused herself, pulling out her phone as she stepped outside the room you were in.

The artists were slowly getting everyone finished as each girl got into her bridesmaid dress. You were the last to be finished, and you could hear the shouting and greeting of your guests making their way into the venue hall. Your bridesmaids left you to go mingle with some of the single men that your future husband had invited to keep them controlled. Your mother helped you get into your dress before disappearing herself to greet guests.

The words Chanhee had said to you continued to run through your mind, making you zone out once again. You were starting to get upset as someone knocked on the door. You checked your makeup in the mirror as you walked to the door. You went to grab the handle to open the door before someone put weight on it, keeping it closed.

“Hey,” Your fiancé’s voice rang through the wood of the door. “Don’t open it. It’s bad luck for a groom to see his bride before she walks down the aisle.”

A sense of calmness washed over you at the sound of Sangyeon’s voice.

“I missed you.”

He chuckled. “I missed you too. I’m ready to marry you.”

This time you chuckled. “So am I.”

You both laughed before he spoke again.

“I just wanted to check on you. My mom said you were a little down about not seeing Chanhee yet.”

You perked up slightly at the mention of your best friend. “Has he shown up?”

The other side of the door was silent before Sangyeon spoke. “He didn’t tell you? He got sick. He must have come down with something while he was out with you. He stayed back at my hotel so he wouldn’t get anyone else sick.”

Your eyes closed as you let out a sigh. You couldn’t believe it.

He wasn’t coming.

“Oh, okay. He must have just forgotten.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. He always bounces back, you know that.” Sangyeon told you.

You wanted to reply before hearing a loud yell from the other side of the door.

“There you are man! We’ve been looking for you.”

You’d recognize the voice anywhere.

“We’re stealing your husband back real quick. You’ll get him back when you walk down the aisle!”

“He’s not my husband yet, Eric. You can take him, though.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

He patted the door in response before Sangyeon replied.

“I love you.”

You could hear him get dragged away by the younger boy as you picked up your dress so it wouldn’t drag, walking back towards the makeup station you were previously sat at. Pulling out your phone, you pulled up Chanhee’s contact. Your finger hovered over the call button before you jumped.

The far side door opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a tux. He closed the door behind him quickly as you stood up.

“Chanhee!” You said happily.

When he turned to look at you, you quieted quickly. He looked dejected, hurt, as he made his way towards you.

“I was supposed to give you this last night. However, due to certain circumstances, I got distracted.” Chanhee whispered.

You swallowed hard, trying to gulp down the knot in your throat. He reached into his suit jacket as he pulled out a box. It was black leather, with slight tears in it. He handed it to you quietly, choosing not to say anything.

Gently taking the box from him, you opened it. You let out a gasp as you took in the beautiful sight before you. The box held a beautiful hair clip decorated in white gold with blue diamonds.

“It’s a forget-me-not. Our flower.” Chanhee uttered out.

He took the clip from the box, pulling you to stand centered in front of the mirror as he slipped the clip into your hair. The lights in the room made the blue diamonds sparkle as he spoke.

“I found it in a thrift shop. It was a family heirloom that eventually ended up in the shop. I figured you’d like it. Brides are supposed to have something old, something new, something used, and something blue, right? I guess it falls under every category.” Chanhee told you softly.

You couldn’t help but bring your hand up to your hair, running your fingers over the emblem. You should’ve told him it was beautiful, should’ve said thank you.

Instead you opted for this.

“You came.”

Chanhee nodded. “I couldn’t miss your wedding even if I wanted to. You're my best friend.”

Feeling your eyes start to water you whipped around, pulling him into a tight hug. Chanhee hugged back, just as tightly, as he let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled out into his jacket.

You felt him shake his head. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t deserve you.” You mumbled again.

This time, Chanhee chuckled. “You’re right. That’s a conversation for a different day, though.”

You two pulled apart to look at each other as he spoke again.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Come on. Let’s go get you married.” He said, walking you to the door.

You let him lead the way before you both stopped. You took a deep breath before looking at your best friend. He gave you a smile.

“You're the best Chanhee! I love you.”

Chanhee chuckled. “Careful. Sangyeon might think you’re falling in love with me.”

You both laughed as your mom opened the door, greeting Chanhee happily as she told you everything was ready. As she led the both of you to the front of venue, Chanhee was ready to walk you down the aisle as he whispered to you.

“I love you, too!”

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[yeonmuse]

CONSUME Choi Chanhee

PAIRING Choi Chanhee x Fem Ghoul

WORD COUNT | 1k

GENRE Tokyo Ghoul au, Innocent crush

SUMMARY Chanhees innocent little crush is turned sinister, his date decides to sink her teeth into him.

*This short comes straight outta Tokyo Ghoul*

“You can take my flesh if you want it girl but baby dont abuse it”

“these voices in my head screaming run now, i'm praying that theyre human.”

He had always watched from across the cafe, and although he would never say anything to her he found himself incaptivated by her. Little did he know that she was well aware of all the times he had watched her, and it was exactly what she wanted. He was cute indeed but his flesh looked all the more desirable to her.

One day he seemed to have built up the courage to talk to her, having been hyped up by his chestnut haired friend from behind the counter. Younghoon shot him a thumbs up from the register as he watched his friend nervously approach her table. While giving her her usual order he slipped in a note amongst a few extra sweets unexpectedly earning a smile from the girl, with that same smile on her face she searched for him until her eyes met his and she responds to his note with a nod

"Would you like to hang out sometime?'' the note read

Truth be told Chanhee had spotted the occasional book that she would take into the cafe with her and thought it to be a great idea to take her out to a book cafe.

When night time had arrived he found himself nervous as he approached near the old run down subway station. To his surprise she had already been there waiting for him in her beige petticoat and teddybear bag thrown over her shoulder. Once she spotted him she peeked through her red locks and granted him a smile. For a moment the two stood there in silence, unaware of what to say to one another until she finally turned to him with a nervous look on her face.

"Chanhee can I be honest?'' she gazed up at him with curious eyes that made his heart simply explode. At her words he gave a simple nod, afraid that if he spoke it would come out as some sort of alien language.

"The truth is I noticed you, the way you were looking at me.'' She inched closer to him and Chanhee immediately froze in his place as she rested her head against his chest. Was this really happening?

"Then- then that means you..you too were?'' before he could finish his sentence she giggled and pulled him close to herself by the collar of his jacket.

"Yes, I too was interested.'' at her words he felt like his heart would fall out of his chest at any moment, but his happiness was short live once he heard the sound of bones cracking and watched blood splatter as two daggerlike tentacles sprung from her backside. Before he could react she had chuckled and her eyes changed to a dark ruby as she bit into his shoulder, he stood there and said nothing as she pulled back from him with blood covered lips.

"Ah, so delicious.'' she smiled out of pure bliss and he stumbled back dropping every book and bag which he had once held in his hands. Smiling as she picked up the blood coverd book she looked at him.

"Channie there's something i've found i like a little bit more than reading, its watching my pray cry and scream for mercy as I take every bit of their delicious flesh for my own." her eyes glazed over with a manic daze as she gazed down at he who was now on the ground clutching his shoulder.

"That expression on your face is so fantastic..mmm" she licked her lips as she watched him scramble to get to his feet.

"Would you let me thrill myself even more? Show me more of that.'' She immediately went to a manic fit of laughter as her once red orbs changed to an emotionless black and two more tentacles sprung from her back.

"Fuck, no way no way no way no way.'' scrambling to his feet he ran back into the direction from which he had came only to be stopped dead in his tracks as one of her tendons wrapped around his legs and dragged him back before yanking him into the air.

"I love it even more when they run.'' she moans out without hesitation she threw him into a wall on the other side of the tracks and he groans upon the impact before going limp.

"Uh oh...did you die? That's such a shame I really like you...I wanted to play a bit more..'' she huffs before reaching down to touch his face.

"Although it's a pity youre dead so soon you look so delicious to eat. Nice and soft, so easy to eat.'' before she could plunge her teeth into him once more her eyes widened as the old bullet train came speeding past the tracks crushing her and taking her along with it. The only remnants of the ghoul being the blood splatter and bite marks that decorated Chanhees body.

The boy was fully unaware that although the ghouls physicality had now been gone, with one bite she had already latched herself onto him and he too would soon combat with the sufferings of becoming one of them.

Please understand that I'm trying my hardest

My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless

Anxiety is one hell of a problem

She's latching onto me, I can't resolve it

It's not right, it's not fair

Don't run, don't run

[winterchimez]

OT11 / Multiple Members

❆ Old Tales, New Beginning

↬ Ever wondered what if the stories you've been told growing up had an alternative ending? Well, you're in for a ride as The Boyz retell famous true crime & classic novellas in a different light.

Lee Sangyeon

❆ Eyes On Me (oneshot)

↬ Lee Sangyeon was determined that you were the right one for him, and he was going to make sure that you'll only have your eyes on him

❆ Summer Night City (oneshot)

↬ You were convinced that you were going to spend the rest of your uneventful summer all on your own like usual, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon shows up in your life.

❆ Redemption of Love (series) 

↬ Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again. Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years. It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

❆ A Little Care (oneshot) 🔞

↬ You have been awfully stressed out with work lately, and your boyfriend notices how it has affected you negatively, so he finally decides to give you some care for the night.

❆ Addiction (oneshot)

↬ You were tasked to assassinate the infamous Twilight. but what happens when it turns out that after all this time, your target was just right next to you, and it just so happened that your boyfriend is the man you have been hunting for as long as you can remember.

❆ The Spy Who Loved Me (oneshot)

↬ You had a clear mission: find out what happened to the missing submarines and get your hands on the microfilm being sold illegally on the market. it was a fairly straightforward task, and you were certain that you would be able to complete it in no time—that is until you crossed paths with the infamous Agent 007 himself.

Jacob Bae

❆ Nonsense (oneshot)

↬ Never would you have thought that joining the music club is where you would develop an abnormal crush on your senior/club president Jacob Bae. so when the university's annual school performance is around the corner, you have decided to give a shot to confess your feelings in the most extravagant way possible.

❆ A Fairytale Encounter (oneshot) 

↬ Becoming an herbalist in Clarines wasn't all fun and games when you always knew at the back of your mind that you had a huge debt to pay to the prince of Tanbarun. But who would have thought that a fateful encounter with the prince of Clarines would turn the tables around, potentially rewriting the future that you had been prepared to accept for the past decade?

Kim Younghoon

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Lee Hyunjae

❆ Beast in the Beauty (series)

↬ Set in the year 1911 in the streets of Whitechapel, London, a place infamous for its notorious Jack The Ripper murders that haunted the nation for the past decades.  Except for the fact that the killer after seemingly disappearing for a while at least, decides to strike again. It is up to you as a rookie detective, the handsome yet charming profiler Lee Hyunjae, and your group of friends to finally put the killer behind bars once and for all. 

❆ Jealousy (oneshot)

↬ They always say that jealousy is a disease, and so your boyfriend Hyunjae decided to put that to the test.

❆ Read Your Mind (oneshot) 

↬ Both you and Hyunjae had a mutual agreement to begin this whole friends-with-benefits relationship from the start, but now his contradicting actions and behaviour make you question what you both truly are at this point.

❆ Bad Blood (oneshot)

↬ You and Hyunjae were the best duo the FBI has ever had, well at least, you used to be. so when you finally meet the man you once loved face-to-face after everything that has happened, you're now left with the question if he is worth putting your faith and trust towards him again.

[t3kandson]

Fan Fiction I’m working on

* If you want to be Tagged in any or all of these let me know 💜*

As previously mentioned here, how i work at my fan-fictions have changed to my health as have been in and out of hospital a lot recently. Please check back here regularly as I won’t be posting monthly updates no more. Just editing this page as I go along.

I know some tags in my Masterlist aren't working I’ve written so many so it’s a big task sorting them out.

I know a lot of the links are broken please bear with me. All one shots (Though the Masterlink tag links I don't think are) are updated and I'm working on a lot of the series link updates.

Update; My tumblr not letting me link ANYTHING

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Recently published

Jealousy's Fair Game

Cix Kim Yonghee

Published 24th January

Broken Mama

A.C.E. Kim Byeongkwan & Kim Sehyoon’s part 2 , to Baby Mama

Published 15th May

Part Three Bittersweet Mama

Published 23rd May

Part Four Of Baby Mama, 2 + 2.

Published 31st May

Make Me Your Bias

Ateez Jung Wooyoung

Published on 31st May

Blackpink Park Roseanna

Personal masseuse

Published 30th June

Next two Chapter of The Boyz Lee Juyeon, Stray kids Seo Changbin & Bang Chan Player

Player and the three dads

Published 19th July

Player in Denial

Published 11th August

Player in Danger

Published 15th September

Player No More

Published 28th October

Kard BM

You Don't love me no more

Published 13th August

A.C.E. Lee Donghun x The Boyz Eric Sohn

Deathly Powers.

Published 11th September

Power Starved

Published 31/10

Reunited in death

Published 20/11

A.C.E. Kim Sehyoon & The Boyz Son Youngjae aka Eric Kawi Bawi Bo. Published 2nd December

The boyz Eric Sohn

Tamed Fuck boy

Published 22nd December

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Written & Ready to Publish

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Written but not yet edited

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ff I’m Working on

Third, Fourth & Fifth Part of The Boyz Choi Chanhee, Bae Jacob and Son Youngjae, Friends in Despair & Friends thrown in love. (13.7 between 3 parts)

BTOB Lee Minhyuk (7.1k words)

Hidden Boss

The Boyz Lee Hyunjae (1.9k words)

Third Part of NCT DREAM Lee Jeno & Lee Donghyuk Stranger & Saviour.

(700 words)

Sequel to Monsta X 06 Lush (700 words)

Oneus Kim Youngjo (O5 🤫🙄) (600 words)

The Boyz Son Youngjae, DKB Yang Heechan & A.C.E. Kim Sehyoon. (600 words)

Part Two of Monsta X Yoo Kihyun & Lee Hoseok, Youth of No Regret

BTS Kim Taehyung & Park Jimin, Monsta X Im Changkyun & Ze;a Park Hyungsik.

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Continued from previous oneshots/Series to be written

Sequel to The Boyz Kim Younghoon

Family Friction

Sequel to The Boyz Kim Sunwoo’s Blossoms in Jeju.

Sequel to Monsta X Son Hyunwoo & Lee Minhyuk’s Forgetful Memories.

Sequel to A.C.E. Kang Yuchan Age is Just a Number.

Sequel to Ateez Guessing Game.

Sequel to 011 The Boyz Beware.

Another Chapter of Oneus Kim Youngjo & A.C.E. Kim Sehyoon’s Conflicted Love. (Including plans for a Spin off for Youngjo)

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One shots for

The Boyz

Lee Sangyeon

Ji Changmin

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[daisyvisions]

Choi Chanhee Masterlist ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

Series ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ to be written…

One-shots ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Kinktober Day 30 - Sex Toys

➤ Between the Lines

 In which Chanhee finds a book on your bed as he goes inside your bedroom. And what he finds inside the book sparks something deep within his soul that he HAS to confront you about it.

➤ Proof is in the Pudding (to be written…)

Blurbs & Requests ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Little Black Dress (best friend! x fingering)

➤ Pink is the Prettiest Color **(oral f! receiving)

➤ SunNyuKyu Threesome

➤ Chanhee's Kinks and Turn-ons

➤ [9:51PM] Change of Plan

Others ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Slow and steady (soft!dom)

Hard Hours ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ under construction 🚧

Masterlist

[littleroaes]

[ COMPILED ] Moon Tales by Boys, tbz

a compilation of stand alone one shots that’s based on loona songs. can be in form of storyline lore inspiration ( loonaverse ), music video themes and aesthetics, characters, lyrics etc !

AUTHORS NOTE it was never supposed to be an actual series, but i figure, as I’m thinking of my third loona based fic, i better just compile them all!

The Apple of His Eye ( love4eva ), c.ch

— Upon a private boarding school, Choi Chanhee falls from grace after seeking out the forest. Despite his sudden change in perception, his desk mate, Y/n, is determined to secure her place as a distinguished student, with or without Choi Chanhee as her concurrence. With lost innocence and opened eyes, he comes to tempt her to fall from heaven with him…or escape it.

PAIRING choi chanhee x fem!reader

GENRE Garden of Eden!au, enemies to lovers(ish)!au, academic rivals to lovers(ish)!au (formal to each other), boarding school!au, suggestive, TENSION(literary, rivalry, suggestive...),

WARNINGS kissing someone without consent, so much tension, bird mating(youll get it), slight symbolism, proofread once!

WORD COUNT 7.1 k

oh darling, take my heart! ( heart attack ), k.sw & jc.b

To save Sunwoo from his own self destruction by his undying love for Y/n as he admires her but cannot get her attention. His guardian angel comes to his side in human form to prevent the inevitable fall from Eden. Though the desperation for his preservation might just come from the egoistic wounds of his heart and the awareness of the ugliest fall of them all, it being his own.

PAIRING ⏵ kim sunwoo x fem!reader, guardian angel!jacob not a love triangle

GENRE ⏵ fluff, slight angst, one sided pining, unrequited love ( not all the way through ), comedy/ crack ( hopefully ), sunwoo is down so bad, and he’s stubborn as heck, not a love triangle, slight fantasy, jacob is stressed bc of sunwoo, sweetheart!Jacob, winter!au, college!au but they’re just in the library and walk between lectures and have own apartments lol( F EXAMS ), epic bromance, epic eric feature, not as epic changmin feature, europe aesthetic ( this is a candlestick idk how widespread they are )

WARNINGS ⏵ y/n is just a little evil, loonaverse lore ( lol ), romanticised college!au bc I don’t want to write my reality 🫠, surface level world building ( don't ask me about the angel lore ), y/n & sw calls jacob angel & cupid either teasingly/mockingly/literally, y/n refers to sunwoo as loverboy once, sunwoo swears like three times, sunwoo calls people losers, heart attack by chuu is very gay mine is not😭, proofread twice

WORD COUNT ⏵ 18.8 k

coming …

… ( love & live )

… Everyday I Love You

[pajarinwrites]

THE BOYZ MASTERLIST

♡ fluff (☁️) smut (🍒) angst (🫧)

♡ completed (🌸) on-going (🌷) coming soon (🌱)

general masterlist

all series

the perfect set - jacob 🌷 | ☁️🍒🫧 volleyball player!jacob, college!au

members

Lee Sangyeon

one-shots, drabbles

if we're both bored... ☁️ (🍒) 1.1k "we're both bored, so how about we just kiss?", suggestive at most

series

nothing yet

Bae Junyoung

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

The Perfect Set 🌷 | ☁️🍒🫧 17.6k volleyball player!jacob, college!au

Kim Younghoon

one-shots, drabbles

너 였다면 🫧 2.8k bff!younghoon

series

nothing yet

Lee Jaehyun

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

nothing yet

Lee Juyeon

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

nothing yet

Moon Hyungseo

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

nothing yet

Choi Chanhee

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

nothing yet

Ji Changmin

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

nothing yet

Ju Haknyeon

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Kim Sunwoo

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Son Youngjae

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

[sugarcherriess]

Be My Lover

[ Roommate and Bestfriend!Chanhee x Fem!Reader ]

Plot - It’s true that best friends have a different sort of comfort level with each other. So things that may seem inappropriate with others aren’t that strange with your best friend. But what if Chanhee has ulterior motives behind his actions? And what if you don’t mind his increasing forwardness?

Warnings - Perv Chanhee, dom!chanhee, dry humping, panty sniffing, groping, clit stimulation, obsession with cum, cum shower?, fur and silk are recurrent textures, filth with plot.

“Look what I got for you,” Chanhee sings as he nears your bed with a pink bag in his hands. His excited wiggle makes you giggle as your curiosity raises.

Chanhee had gone out to shop in the morning with a very reluctant Changmin– which was justified considering you all had a final project to submit in a few days and had no time to go spend the little money you had. Not even when he begged you to come with because “clothes are super duper important. Even more than science,” he had said, prompting Changmin to roll his eyes and flick his head.

Although you had declined the generous offer, you still got excited with him about the prospect of getting a present without any occasion.

Were you forgetting a special date?

“But Why? It’s not even my birthday anytime soon? Did you ruin something of mine?” You inquire suspiciously.

Chanhee gasps in offense at the accusation and implication that he would only get you anything when it’s required and not whenever he wants to. He takes the heart shaped pillow you had thrown careless to the side and chucks it at your head.

“Excuse you, I can get you things if I want even without some reason!”

You glare at him when the pillow lands on your laptop and check to see if any damage was done. It’d kill you if he broke your shit when you were so close to completing the project you’ve been mulling over for what felt like ages.

“Anyway, stop fussing around your computer you nerd. Open this!” He shoves the bag into your hands and snatches your laptop away to put on your bedside table.

You take your sweet time opening the bag. Whatever he got seems to be wrapped in a thousand sheets because you can’t even see an outline no matter how much you unwrap it.

Chanhee impatiently waits for you to succeed and when you don’t, he snatches the item from you and rips away the covering. Standing up, he poses with the item to show you the entire thing and it makes your eyes pop out of their sockets.

“Ta da!”

“Is... is that lingerie?”

Chanhee? Getting you lingerie? It sounds even more ridiculous said out loud than it does in your head.

“That’s what’s in my hands no?” He quips, putting a hand on his hip.

“Why have you gotten me lingerie?”

It’s beyond your comprehension whether this just seems inappropriate to you because of your quickly blossoming crush on your best friend or its just weird by nature for your dude friend to get you lingerie.

Not even your boyfriend. Your Best friend.

“I was walking to the food court when I saw these at display and I knew I had to get this for you,”

“How do you even know my size?” You can’t help the questions from forming. But Chanhee, like the clever bastard he is, has an answer for each and every query.

“I do your laundry too, okay. I snoop around your stuff more often than you think,” he shrugs.

“What the hell are you-”

“You’ll look so pretty in them I can’t wait!” He cuts you off, bouncing on his heels.

If you had water in your mouth, you’re sure you would’ve spat it all over him.

“Can’t wait? For what?” Bewildered would be an understatement to describe your current status.

“For you to wear it and show me of course!” He replies before throwing the panty and bra set at your head and making his exit.

“I’ll take a shower and we’ll make dinner!” Is called out before he closes your door shut.

When you hear the slam of his own door, you pull down the lingerie set to examine it. It’s a lilac silk set with fur lining the top of the cups and around the waistband. Swiping your fingertips on the material you assess its cloud-like softness. A subtle heat rises at the image of Chanhee watching the set on a mannequin and imagining you wearing it.

The heat deepens when you remember that Chanhee actually confessed to messing about with your dirty laundry and the vulgar scenarios that pop up into your brain have you hiding your face in shame.

You can’t wrap your head around the prospect of Chanhee buying you lingerie unprompted but him standing alone in the laundry room and using your dirty panties to rub his cock to completion somehow sounds completely normal. And totally appealing.

You groan out loud and shove your face in your covers. Now you have to think of an occasion where you can wear these and then also not think of Chanhee… sigh

The next few days are easier on you than you had anticipated. Chanhee doesn’t mention the lingerie or that he’s waiting for the perfect time to make you model them for him, which he is. Your project finishes without any hiccups and you’re all finally free to do as you please.

Which Chanhee takes full advantage of of course.. as one does.

He gets more touchier than usual, you notice. And more bolder than he used to be. His hands that had never even held yours without permission were now sneakier than ever. You’d be walking past him and suddenly have your top pulled up or your bottoms pulled down. He would explain he was just “trying to see if you wore the lingerie today,” but only after a hard glare.

And you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t notice the subtle yet not so subtle head tilts of his whenever you wore a skirt around him. On more than one occasion you had caught him trying to peek up your skirt but yet again, he said it was totally innocent and that he only wanted to see if it was his present that you were wearing.

One particular morning you were making breakfast when he had snuck up behind you. The heart attack aside, you couldn’t miss his hands caressing any exposed skin that was on display even if you wanted to. And if you lightly pushed out your ass to grind against his very obvious bulge then no one is to blame you. You were too busy trying to navigate how to fry his egg whilst he dragged his nose up your neck and rasped against your ear how much he “adores the way you smell.”

And speaking of smells– you don’t know if your mind is playing games with you but you’re a hundred percent sure you walked in on him doing the laundry and sniffing your panties. A black lace pair, which he then pocketed right in front of your own two eyes, was stuck to his nose when you walked in. But his lack of shame or fear of being caught in the act made you feel like your eyes deceived you.

At this point the clues were all in front of you but you were personally trying to gaslight yourself into believing it was all in your head and your best friend was not groping you every chance he got. You couldn’t just blatantly tell him you wanted to fuck him right? That he’s hot as fuck and yes you’ve been friends for years but now his dick is kinda looking like something you need to get pounded by?

What could you possibly even say to him? “Hey dude yeah since the day you got me the lingerie set I’ve been noticing you be extra pervy with me like randomly pulling me onto your lap and subtly making me grind on your thigh and I’m sure at one point I felt you cup my pussy which you said was an accident but there’s no explanation why your hand was there in the first place so I don’t know where to go with this haha love you though.”

You’re out of breath and rambling even thinking about that, how the hell are you supposed to say it to his face?

But you so desperately wanna tell him that last night while he “jokingly” pushed you over the back of the couch and pushed his hard-on between your asscheeks accidentally because he was bent over you to whisper in your ear, you had wanted him to strip you naked and take you then and there.

Alas, he had only burst out laughing and left you draped on the couch speechless and needy. You don’t even remember what he had said, only that he was grabbing onto your hips like he was going to pull you onto his naked cock at any second.

But never mind last night, or any night before. You had gotten back your results for your project and had gotten the highest grade in the class. You were relaxed, in your zone and flourishing.

Until Chanhee had barged into your room holding a bottle of champagne and that frightening glimmer in his eyes that always rang the alarms.

He was up to no good.

“Since we’re both free and winning at life, I propose we celebrate with cheap champagne and making fun of our old photos,” his giggle had you almost giving in and confessing then and there.

He made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, immediately cuddling into your side.

“Don’t you have any better ideas,” you choked up.

Your fingers crossed, you begged the universe to please let this night pan out smoothly.

“C’monnnn, don’t you wanna see the idiots who thought kids stealing their crayons at daycare was the most horrible thing in life and tell them there’s worse things in life than that. Like Changmin thinking calculus in college is better than getting bitches–”

“Leave his bitchless ass alone,” you cut him off, which made him shriek out in a laugh. Next time you see Changmin, you’ll be sure to apologise to him for your disrespect towards his education-oriented life choices and how easy it was for you to agree with Chanhee.

You still resumed scoffing at Chanhee’s enthusiasm. “That won’t be as fun as you’re giving it credit,”

“Who cares,” he turned to you. “We’ll think of something more interesting later,”

His hooded eyes worsened your heartbeat and you had to pinch yourself to not get lightheaded under his gaze.

Your voice broke when you opened your laptop and whispered out an “okay fine,” and Chanhee took a quick sip from his glass before patting your thigh and keeping his hand there. A brief once over at him had you shivering in your seat.

However, multiple glasses of alcohol and thousands of childhood photos of you and Chanhee later, one thing led to another and you two had moved on to taking new pictures of each other to make new memories.

After taking another way too close shot of your face that made your face look like a fish and exposed all your pores, Chanhee laughs so hard that he falls next to you. You’re still looking at the image on his phone when he turns to you and takes it as an opportunity to admire your face.

“You’re gonna burn my face with your laser focus,”

He rolls his eyes at your comment when you return his stare.

“I’m not lasereyes from X-men–”

“His name is Cyclops– I swear one of these days Hyunjae and I are gonna beat your ass for disrespecting our superheroes,” whining, you shove his hands away from your sides as he tries to pull you into a spooning position.

“Wanna make some new memories?”

The sudden change in topics makes you still and whip your head to look at him. The vague proposal could hold many underlying messages and knowing Chanhee, it definitely does.

“What kind of memories?”

Chanhee gets up and pushes himself over you, caging you on the bed.

“Why don’t you wear the pretty lingerie I got you a few days ago and pose for me,” you gulp so harsh it almost turns painful but Chanhee continues, his register lower than before, “In a few years, we can look at those photos instead since you find the old ones boring,”

You don’t have the strength to say much and silently move away from under him. Chanhee’s eyes follow your ass walking away and he sits on the edge of the bed facing your closet.

Taking out his present is a quick process since you never found it in you to properly stash it away. Pulling your shirt up a little, you call out for him to close his eyes. You don’t turn to look whether he’s following instructions or not. Strangely, you’d prefer if he watched.

To say Chanhee’s awestruck when he sees you would be an understatement.

The bra cups your tits perfectly and the fabric and fur attachment makes them look plump and soft. It makes Chanhee’s hands itch besides him. His eyes trail drown to your torso all the way to your panties. His brain immediately starts pestering at him to pull the sides up so he can see the outline of your pussy more clearly. Instead, he beckons you closer with his fingers.

You refuse to look at him when walking your way towards him, twiddling your thumbs and trying not to let self-consciousness force you to run for the hills.

Standing between his spread legs, you wait for a reaction. Chanhee holds your waist to look at you all over, rubbing your sides with his thumbs to alleviate some of your very visible embarrassment. He lets go with one hand, opting to grab you right under your asscheek and pulls you even closer.

“If I ask you to do something,” you finally look into his eyes, legs trying to buckle from his breathy voice, “will you be a good girl and do it for me?”

There’s a small smirk on his face and you’re sure he can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin. You nod your head yes and wait for him again.

Chanhee takes his time voicing his command, letting the suspense marinate while dragging his palms all over your naked legs and waist.

“I want you to rub yourself on my covered cock until you make a wet patch right here,” he completes his sentence by poking at your pussy lips through the silk. The action makes the crotch of your panties pulls the cloth to form the shape of your pussy, just like he wanted.

Nipping at your bottom lip you consider that taking a seat on his lap is the only logical move to make next. Chanhee hisses when, in your effort to get comfortable, you brush against his hidden cock. Throbbing already, your movements are way too slow for him to wait.

He swiftly pulls down his sweatpants all the way to his thighs and grabs the back of yours to slide you against him. Cock pushing between your folds, he drags out a relaxed sigh as the heat of your centre wraps around him. His cock pulses underneath you and he pulls you harder against him. Even through the safety of both of yours underwear’s, Chanhee’s bulge pushes at your clit repeatedly.

You can’t stop the small cries from escaping your mouth at each drag of your cunt against his dick because the sensation of your drenched panties sticking to your folds has your hole clenching in desperation.

Chanhee’s control over your hips never ceases its steady rhythm and continues to make your clit more sensitive as time ticks by. Overcome with desperation you had to shove your hand over your mouth to stop whining like a wounded animal. Your neediness kept swinging out of hand with every swivel of your hips.

Chanhee takes it upon himself to surprise you with suddenly jolts of his pelvis, digging his cock deeper into your split lips in random intervals.

Soon enough, your hips stutter and you hunch over Chanhee, holding his shoulders for support. Your cunt drools enough to form a large wet patch at the crotch of your panties just as Chanhee wanted. He instantly pushes you to stand up again to see the results, carelessly ignoring your trembling legs.

His silent stare makes your hips buck up in anticipation of any further stimulation. You burn up in embarrassment when he suddenly takes to the floor, knees digging into the floor in front of you. No order is given before he pull’s you in and shoves his face between your thighs.

Your thighs open awkwardly besides his head as he sniffs at your crotch. Multiple theories popped up in your mind yet none of them suggested that he was going to lick a stripe up your pussy through your panties. You gasp at the sensation and he moans into your folds, letting you know how good you taste even through a barrier.

He wraps his mouth around your heat and sucks harshly, his saliva adding to the dark patch drenching the cloth. An ironically chaste kiss is placed on your pubic bone as he bids it farewell for the time being.

One quick movement and half a second later, you find yourself shaken out of your daze when he shoves you on the bed. You lay on the mattress spread wide and out of breath.

Tugging off your panties, Chanhee makes his way up your body leaving kisses one after the other starting from the bottom of your torso all the way to your neck. He wraps his fingers tightly around the back of your knees and pulls your legs up to bend them for easy access.

“Hold these here, I want you to feel me in your throat,”

His desire drips from his voice as you nod at him.

“Speak up or i’ll tie you to the bed and leave you desperate,” his threat makes you whimper in shock.

“Yes sir,”

The use of sir is your way of bringing the intensity of the room down a notch. But you don’t miss the way he immediately grinds himself into your exposed centre and shudders out a forced laugh.

“Don’t play with fire,” is the last warning you get before his hard length is digging into your dripping cavern.

He begins his rhythm with slow yet powerful thrusts, choosing strength over speed. Your own response comes naturally as you yelp every time his cock shoves its way into you.

The sloppy sounds only increase in volume as he picks up speed but keeps at the same intensity. You’re certain that you’ve never heard yourself get this wet for anyone. You haven’t even heard these sounds in any porn let alone real life.

Chanhee drops more of his weight on you and shoves his face into your neck to hit deeper inside you. When the tip of his cock reaches your g-spot you cry loud enough to warrant a noise complaint from your neighbours.

His pelvis slaps against your clit in that position and the stimulation from both inside and outside makes you suffocate in pleasure.

The closer Chanhee gets to his release, the harsher he gets in the way he handles your body. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone, he makes his way to your tits and bites at a nipple. One hand constantly stuck to the side on your neck, he laves his tongue on the nipple to sooth the skin when you shout.

You start losing your senses when his biting starts losing its purpose and gets erratic and messy. As much as you want to run away from his teeth, you keep pushing your chest into his face for more.

With Chanhee wrapped around you, your toes curl and your hands drop your legs when you orgasm for the second time that night, completely delirious and spent. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, heartbeat going haywire while you try and regulate your oxygen intake.

It only takes a few of your overstimulated high pitched moans for Chanhee to pull his dick out of you. He wraps his fist around his cock and rubs tights and quickly to chase his high.

“Chanhee..”

He hums at you when you call him. Bangs stuck to his forehead, his hooded eyes look at you while his own breathing quickens.

“Won’t you paint me with your cum, Chanhee?”

You muster up the question in the most innocent voice you can manage. Sure enough, Chanhee cries out in a broken “ah” and releases all over your torso and your chest. He fists his cock to milk out even the very last droplets of his cum to, indeed, paint you with his cum.

He looks up at you when you giggle at him. The panting makes him hard to focus but when he does, he realises some ropes of cum also managed to land at your face.

“You know,” you begin with hopeful eyes, “It would’ve been nice to get a kiss first,”

Chanhee grabs your legs to drag you down at that and you accidentally moan at the burn your sheets leave on your back.

“I think that’s a girlfriend privilege though,” a raised eyebrows and a quirk of his lips challenges you.

“Then make me your girlfriend. What are you waiting for?” You return his energy.

“If I do then you won’t leave this room without your face dripping in my cum. Are you down with that?” Chanhee’s voice drops a few octaves lower.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - I had so so much fun writing this so I hope you also enjoy! Let me know what you think my friends <3

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~Year of the Villain Collab 22 {M}{TW}- Application post, Masterlist ~Year of the Villain Collab 24: Year of the Snake {TW} - Masterlist

The Boyz

βChoi Chanhee: Lovesick {M}{A}

βLee Juyeon: A Fool in Love {M}{A}

βLee Sangyeon: The Neighbor’s Son{M}{TW}, Sweetheart {M}

βKim Younghoon: The Sensational Lover {M}

βLee Hyunjae: Stress Relief {M}

Stray Kids

➸Bang Chan: Redlights {M}, Marking a Siren {M}

➸Hwang Hyunjin: Redlights {M}, Oddinary- Hwang Hyunjin Edition{M}{TW}, Roommate for Hire {M}{TW}, Honeyed Lies and a Sweet Bite {M}{TW} ft San, I will consume you {M}{TW}, La Gemme et l'extase {F}{M}

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➸Han Jisung: My Darling{M}{TW}, The Games We Play {TW}{M}

Together x Tomorrow

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o being shy /insecure 

 ↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we’re back with another reaction for tbz. this was requested by hanagkskgks. i’m so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy it. also, these reactions are canon to my as your boyfriend series! so i highly recommend reading those as well! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with the post. PS. all bodies are beautiful and you should never feel ashamed for being who you are. x o x o

↳ genre: flufffyyy + smutttyyy 

↳ warnings: stretch marks, pubic hair, dieting, reader with body insecurities

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 2.8k what the actual fuck these are mini drabbles at this point

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

you had only been dating for 3 months when you finally had sex with sangyeon for the first time

you had just walked through the dorms from another great date together after spending some much needed quality time 

“where is everyone?” you asked looking around the living room area not hearing the laughter and bickering like you usually did

“the guys all went to get some dinner together, it’ll just be us for a couple of hours.. is that okay?” he responded 

you were nervous to say the least, of course you and sangyeon have kissed many times, even made out but it never lasted longer than 10 minutes because the other members were around and you didn’t want to risk getting caught. 

in this moment it all started to feel very real, were you ready? could fully give yourself to sangyeon? yes, you loved him, tonight was going to be the night.

“it’s perfect” you whispered walking up to him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a kiss on the lips. 

as you broke apart he smiled at you “baby we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. i want you to be comfortable” he observed

“no.. i want too. sangyeon i love you. i want this” you whispered he smiled as he grabbed your jawline tilting your head to give you another kiss. 

before you knew it you were in sangyeon’s room, him on top of you kissing your neck making his way down to your breast. he was about to pull off your shirt when you stopped him

“wait.. i-i’m nervous for you to see all of me..” you mumbled 

his eyes soften at you “you don’t have to be baby, your absolutely perfect in my eyes. nothing is going to change that” he promised 

when he finally took of your shirt he looked deeply in your eyes “you’re so beautiful” he whispered bending down to give you an eletricfying kiss before the long night ahead. 

「 Jacob Bae  」

sex was a new thing for you and jacob. having losing your virginity to each other you were still pretty nervous when it came to your body.

while jacob was more comfortable with his you still hadn’t quite matched his level even though to him you didn’t have a single flaw.

as you both were laying in bed watching t.v he started to trail long spicy kisses along the side of your neck making his down to your collarbone. you gently pushed him away

“jacob i’m sorry.. it’s not that i don’t want to it’s just that i don’t feel pretty” you mumbled not looking at his face

in retrospect it sounded ridiculous coming out of your mouth but you just couldn’t help the way you felt

he gave you a shock expression before he lightly grabbed your face to make you look at him

“baby, how can you say something like that? you’re beautiful in every way. in fact your way out of my league.” he reassured you grabbing your hand kissing the back of it

you smiled at his words as he continued 

“you have nothing to feel embarrassed about, i love everything about you. don’t ever forget that okay?” he said giving you a temple kiss

you leaned into his touch pulling him close so that you could continue to cuddle together.

「 Kim Younghoon  」

you were both equally shy when it came to showing your bodies for the first time to each other. 

there you were naked on the bed while younghoon was hovering over you.

you quickly covered your chest and closed your legs shut trying to cover as much as you could

“a-aren’t you gonna say anything?” you whispered not looking into his eyes out of nervousness 

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life” he said turning your head to give you a passionate kiss

it was at the moment where all your troubles went away it wasn’t about your body not being good enough for younghoon

it was about the way he saw you and how you were everything he could possibly ask for

moving your hands away from your breast your arms made it’s way to his neck as you spread opened your legs

he gently aligned himself in your entrance slowly pushing his cock deep inside your pussy as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

you and hyunjae were on vlive when it all happend

your relationship had been public for six months even though you were technically together for over a year

for the most part deobi’s were happy for you and hyunjae but you couldn’t deny the negative comments you would see from time to time about not being pretty enough or good enough for him

at first you chose to ignore them but as time went on it started to drag you down mentally and emotionally and hyunjae started to take notice

during the vlive when deobi’s started to ask questions about your relationship you quickly saw the comment that read ‘hyunjae break up with [name] i’m so much better looking’

after of a couple of minutes you swiftly pulled hyunjae out of camera shot and quietly told him that you wanted to end the vlive

at first he looked at you confused until you told him what you had read

appearing back on the camera by himself he told deobi’s “deobi i want you to know that i’m extremely happy with [name] it always amazes me on how beautiful she is. of course deobi’s your beautiful as well but let’s all say how gorgeous [name] looks today.

soon enough comments were rolling in about how amazing you two looked together and how everyone was rooting for you two, giving you well wishes

you scooted your chair back in the camera view and bowed your head deeply in graditude telling deobi’s thank you as hyunjae laced his fingers into yours holding on tightly

「 Lee Juyeon 」

it was one of those weeks, everything was one big blur and you didn’t have time to do your personal self care like you usually did

it all happend during one night when you were getting ready for bed with juyeon when he decided that he wanted to have a little fun before sleeping

his hands stared to caress the side of your thighs making his way up to your hips as you were finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom

“juyeon… i don’t think it’s a great time to do that right now.” you whimpered as he was trailing hot kisses along your shoulder blade making his way to your neck from behind you

“hmm? why not? baby you look so gorgeous tonight you know i can’t resist you” he whispered against your ear “especially when your wear this..”

looking at yourself in the mirror you silently cursed at yourself when you decided to put on your lacy black night gown for the night

“it’s not that it’s just… this week has been so hectic i didn’t get a chance to shave.. you know..” you mumbled covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment

he gently turned you around so that you could face him

“baby you know i don’t care about that, you’re beautiful either way” he smirked as he picked you up placing you on the bathroom counter

he gently pulled down your panties kissing your inner thighs in the process making his way up to your core

it all happend so fast your brain couldn’t even register what happend in that swift moment until you felt juyeon’s tongue on your clit licking it lightly, obviously teasing you.

you moaned trying to reach for anything to grab until your hands found it’s way to juyeon’s hair pulling tightly as you started to feel your first orgasm of the night built up

「 Kevin Moon 」

you couldn’t believe it but it was right there in front of your eyes. as you were changing you couldn’t help but see the noticeable stretch marks that made an appearance in your inner thighs

you were all for body positivity but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a little insecure about the new additions to your body

as first you chose to ignore them pretending that they weren’t even there, when you started to wear more jeans and pants kevin started to take notice and become suspicious but he wasn’t sure what it was

one night when you and kevin were about to have sex is when he found out about your little secret

“kevin.. do you think that maybe we can turn off the lights tonight?” you asked

he looked at you confused it was an odd request considering you two would always have the light on when you had sex

“why babe? is something wrong?” he responded

“no nothing! or maybe it’s something! i don’t know.. just look” you rambled as you removed your blanket to show him your thighs

as kevin leaned closer to take a better look he smiled as he looked up at you

“is that it? their just stretch marks babe it’s no big deal, in fact i think it’s super cute it makes you look like a tiger” he said proudly tracing his fingers along them gently kissing the lines

you smiled looking down at kevin realizing you made a big deal out of nothing. regardless of any flaw you thought you had you always knew kevin would always have a way to make you feel irresistible 

「 Choi Chanhee 」

it all started from a doctor’s visit you were just having a regular checkup when the doctor decided that he wanted to measure your height and weight

when he told you had gain a couple of pounds you were a bit confused, you didn’t look any different, to you your body was as healthy as it could be

nevertheless you decided to go on a diet and chanhee quickly took notice when you started to skip a lot of meals

“love, why haven’t you been eating?” he wondered after another afternoon when you decided to skip lunch a third time this week

“oh well… i went to the doctor and they told me that i needed to lose some weight” you mumbled

chanhee gave you a confused look before responding “that’s ridiculous! there’s nothing wrong with your body! and even if you did gain weight your cheeks would just be more cuter to squish” he nearly shouted

calming himself down he continued “love, you don’t need to lose anything i love you just the way you are. promise me you won’t skip anymore meals?” he pleaded grabbing your hand

you smiled and nodded giving him a cheek kiss “i promise” you replied

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you loved everything about changmin to his smile, the way he made you feel, his charisma, even his high pitched dolphin screams you would hear on occasion. he was perfect in every way

you on the other hand sometimes felt a slight sense of insecurity being with changmin, your skin wasn’t always the clearest, your body wasn’t always the skinnest, hell sometimes you thought you were too short or too tall for him

you always thought idols dated models or actresses you were just a regular girl. why would changmin like you in the first place?

changmin took notice immediately when your personality start to shift after going public with your relationship

he decided to finally talk to you about it one night before going to bed

“sweetheart what’s wrong? ever since we’ve became public with our relationship i noticed you haven’t been the same. is everything okay?” he asked as he was playing with your fingers

sighing you hesistated before finally coming clean “it’s nothing it’s just… why are you with me q? there’s so much more prettier girls that you can easily have. i’m not good enough for you” you whispered tearing up finally breaking down after it being bottled up for so long

changmin let out a gasp covering his mouth before he answered you “[name]… i never want to hear you speaking like this about yourself ever again. i love you regardless of how you look, to me your perfect” he reassured grabbing your arm as he pulled you close to his chest giving you a head kiss

you nodded as changmin lifted your jaw and wiped your tears away from your face and leaned close giving you a soft kiss

「 Juhaknyeon 」

when it came to your body juhaknyeon had no problem praising it making you feel special 24/7 

you had manage to keep it a secret until he finally saw it the one insecurity that you hated the most about yourself

when you were in high school you had gotten a permanent scar on your stomach from a car accident 

over the years it eventually faded but it was still noticeable if you stared at your stomach long enough

you and juhakyeon were both getting undressed getting ready to shower together when he finally saw your scar

“hey baby what is that?” he pointed to your stomach noticing the small yet faded white scar on your abdomen 

you quickly turned around covering your scar feeling embarrassed

“it’s nothing! i don’t know what your talking about” you stammered 

“c’mon baby let me see” he asked as you hesitantly turned around removing your hands

“aww babe it’s just a scar, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about i have some as well” he told you as he showed you his faded scars from past dance practices 

he continued “it just makes you that much more unique and beautiful”

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

one thing you always loved about sunwoo was that he was not afraid to show others how he felt especially when it came to you

he had no problem giving you kisses and holding your hand in public even though sometimes you had to remind him to behave

you were both visiting your parents when your shyness got the better of you

your parents loved sunwoo to the point where they would call you and ask about him first seeing if he was okay or if he needed anything to sunwoo they were his second parents

it was a nice sunny day when your parents decided to have a BBQ lunch for the 4 of you and sunwoo couldn’t keep his hands off you as he was behind you grabbing your waist pulling you close answering your parents questions

“how are you treating my daughter these days sunwoo?” your dad asked

“like a princess sir, she deserves nothing but the best” he answered truthfully giving you a small kiss on the cheek

“that’s wonderful! that’s what we love to hear” your mother smiled brightly enjoying the small interaction between the two of you

when your parents went inside the house to get the plates and utensils you decide now was the chance to talk to sunwoo

“sunwoo i love you but we’re at my parents house I’m a little shy when your touching me in front of them like that…” you mumbled

you knew your parents didn’t mind the loving interaction between you and sunwoo but you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and shy about the whole ordeal

“oh… i’m sorry baby i didn’t know i just wanted to show them how deeply in love I am with their daughter” he answered putting his hands in his pockets

you smiled up at him and leaned in to give him a passionate yet inviting kiss sunwoo instantly slid his hands behind your neck deepening the kiss

before the kiss got too heated you pulled apart and replied “they’ll be more of that later if you tone it done a little okay?”

he gave you a smile and winked “you can count on it”

「 Eric Sohn 」

being best friends with eric before you got into a relationship was one of the best decisions you could ever make

he already knew everything about you, what you liked, what you hated, what your favorite color was, what you loved to eat, etc.

you loved that there was no awkwardness between you two, or so you thought.

when you finally decided to have sex for the first time after a month of dating you were extremely nervous. you knew eric for most of your life. 

sure, he’d seen you in a bathing suit plenty of times but you were still partially clothed, it was at this moment when it hit you that he was about to see everything 

as eric was about to pull down your shorts you hesitantly stopped him 

“eric wait, what if... what if you don’t find me attractive?” you shakily said

he stopped and hovered over you before he answered “[name] i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, you are the most important person in my life. i’m always going to find you beautiful, you mean the world to me” he vowed 

in that moment you felt your cheeks become wet from the hushed tears that fell 

eric wiped your tears away with his thumb before leaning down giving you a kiss full of love 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[ava-achlys]

Masterlist ⚡

Hi there! Here's a little list of works I've done, I'll keep updating as I add more stuff. If you see other fics floating on my page that aren't on here, I'm still deciding if I want to keep, rework or delete them completely. You can also check the tag #achlys: tbz imagines . Thanks for dropping by, and feel free to say hello or drop some suggestions for what you wanna read next, and I'll try my best!

I'd appreciate if you guys are detailed when requesting a fic, unless you'll let me have free rein to do whatever I want with your prompt 😄 Also do let me know if you prefer to be anon when I post your fic 🙏🏽 Happy reading!

🤍, Achlys

f - fluff a - angst r - rough s - soft c - crack

🖤TBZ Smut Collection❤

Lee Sangyeon 🌠

Captive [r , a , sub! Sangyeon]

Dream Come True [f , s , softdom! Sangyeon]

Thigh riding (hard thoughts/short drabble)

Sideways [r , f , dom! Sangyeon x sub! Haknyeon]

Bae Joonyoung (Jacob) 👼🏻

Coming soon!

Kim Younghoon 🧁

Scarlet Night [f , s]

Coming soon!

Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) 🐻

Refresh [r , dom! Hyunjae]

reaction to walking in on another member

Intoxicated [r , a , hard dom! Hyunjae]

Lee Juyeon 🐈‍⬛

Best Friends AU series

Curiosity [c]

Exploration [c]

Time-Out [c , r]

One Shots

Breaking Dawn [a , r , sub! Juyeon]

Focus [f , r , s , sub! Juyeon]

Tear [a , s , sub! Juyeon]

Needs [f , r , dom! Juyeon x sub! Eric]

Stereotypes [f , s , sub! Juyeon]

Moon Hyungseo (Kevin) 🌙

date night (soft thoughts)

Choi Chanhee (New) 🌸

reaction to walking in on another member

Sweater Paws (short drabble) [s , sub! New]

Ji Changmin (Q) 🦇

reaction to walking in on another member

Of Roses and Thorns [f , s , a , dom! Q]

Red Lights [f , r , dom! Q]

Ju Haknyeon 🐥

Howling Storm [r , f , sub! Haknyeon]

Drink it [r , f , sub! Haknyeon]

Teach Me [a]

Sideways [r , f , sub! Haknyeon x dom! Sangyeon]

Sohn Youngjae (Eric) 🦄

One Shots

Spoiled [r , f , sub! Eric]

reaction to his gf not wearing a bra

Kiss Me If You Can [f , s , a]

Needs [f , r , sub! Eric x dom! Juyeon]

Rubi's PlayCube (Neighbor AU)

Girl Next Door [f , r , c , dom! Eric]

Incognito [f , r , dom! Eric]

Let's Play Pretend [f , r , c , dom! Eric]

Kim Sunwoo 🦝

reaction to his gf not wearing a bra

Hands Off [a , f , s , softdom! Sunwoo]

Reflection [a , c , r , dom! Sunwoo]

💛TBZ Lists/Headcanons💜

TBZ as CamBoyz - Hyung line

sub! TBZ kinks/hard thoughts - Maknae line

[changminurheart]

just friends. (one)

synopsis: jiyong and changmin have always been best friends. you are his girlfriend, so why does it feel like he sees more of her than you?

“friends don’t sit on each others laps and friends certainly dont look at each other the way you do.”

genre: angst, little fluff, break up au, boyfriend changmin! strangers to lovers to enemies. basically your whole relationship to start to finish kapow.

pairing: ji changmin x reader , choi chanhee x reader

taglist: idk let me know :)

member appearances for reference: boyfriend changmin, best friend kevin, friend chanhee, juyeon as jiyong’s boyf.

warnings: uh swearing? sadness idk nothing much.

word count: 3-4k me thinks

part one of this three-shot i think but let me know what you think !!!!

you had been warned before by the wise beauty they called choi chanhee.

“they’ve always been like that,” he whispered under the hazy hues of neons pink and blue. music blazing too loudly that his lips were ushered close to your ears, his breath resting on your skin. you turned to him with a furrow in your brows, confusion etched into your porcelain features. “what do you mean?” biting down the fear growing, you raised your voice to outdo the thundering of your heartbeat. “jiyong and changmin,” he shrugged, milky collarbone tensing through the neck of his checkered sweater. the saliva in your mouth turned dry at the pair opposite to you. “childhood friends the three of us are,” he turns to you, contemplating whether or not to take the trembling cup from your hands. “but them? not sure besties could cut it, i mean they are inseparable,” he spaces the words of his warning out. he takes a step closer to you, tapping your temples ever so gently “so don’t get mixed up in them, please don’t,” he whispered, lips so close to your skin and then he lets go and holds back, noticing how the chocolate irises of yours are stuck on his best friend’s. eyes locked in an intense match, chanhee sighs silently already knowing the antics of ji changmin; resident heartbreaker and ultimate idiot. your eyes are still on his, heart gasping at the smirk that overtakes changmin’s features. your orbs glance over to the girl chanhee calls jiyong legs swinging off his thighs as shes draped over his lap and then back over to him. you turn swiftly to chanhee, mouth open but the words refusing to escape to the sweaty evening air of kim sunwoo’s house party. you take a swing of the drink on your hand, unsure whether its the alcohol or your heart thats burning and suddenly you feel so warm. the bittersweet aftertaste of the mixed contents fills you with dread; it hasnt started yet, but you already had a taste of how it was going to end.

you see him again in all his dimpled and golden glory the night of the annual music showcase. courtesy of your best friend kevin. sweat humouring the air in an intense hug, you craved some sort of fresh air. the only way was the exist and you promised kevin that you’d be here tonight, you’d be there for him and so you wait: heart rate rising unsteadily, flushing red cheeks and a clamour of breaths that were no match to the sweet tune of moon hyungseo’s voice. your seat at the top row gave you a perfect view of the stage and once hearing the touch of piano keys and a voice that oozed comfort, a smile overtook your features and in that moment all you felt was pride. when the song ended, you rose to your feet, hand clapping in line with your endless chanting.

and then you saw him. or at least it was his back as he stood against your view, fixing the edges of his jacket before loosing himself to the voice of conan gray and god, did you lose your mind. the honeys of his skin glistened under the white light; like a star in the ashy midnight sky. his legs carried him in a bouncing run across the stage, hands flying in a smooth gesture as he grabbed the moment and truly felt himself. you had never understood the passion that an artist required until tonight, seeing love and life in a bodily rhythm that you felt everything hit at once- watching this stranger perform was truly exhilarating. the bad stories you had been told of ji changmin were easily replaced with overwhelming pride and you cheered his name, happy to be alive and existing in this moment. the music was too loud for him to hear you thought and so you sit back in your chair and wait for the remaining acts of the evening to finish; finding solace in the fresh talent and candyfloss you had bought on your way in.

kevin finds you not a moment later, your wandering form heading to what he assumes is backstage and he runs to you in a hug. “how was i?” he breathes into your neck and you rub your hand in warm circles on his back before pulling away and smiling “amazing as ever, dear god just let you debut, the world isnt ready!” he lets the happiness reach his eyes in a sweet smile and you grin back, impossibly wider.

youre about to ask kevin where youd be getting drinks tonight, tradition having you both piss drunk at a new bar every time he performs as an act of celebration and what kevin calls ‘bestie-ship’, when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “y/n?” a soft voice asks and you turn, eyes widening in familiarity at the stranger. “chanhee!” and he lets you pull him in for a short hug. “i didnt know you were here,” you tilt your head in an adorable pout and he pauses, breath finding patience. “you mean you didnt come to see me perform?” he teasingly mocks the jut of your bottom lip and you punch him lightly. “i got here a little later so i mustve missed it, sorry,” your features etched into worry and chanhee smiles reassuringly. “theres always next time,” he pats your head. “but if you still want to then maybe-”

“chanhee!” and suddenly red blinds your vision. you, you pause. changmin doesn’t acknowledge you until after he’s pulled both chanhee and kevin into side hugs and then turns back to his best friend. “you were amazing hee,” he smiled sincerely, a smile that wasnt meant for you but it reached your heart amd set it alight nevertheless. “of course i was min,” chanhee lightly scoffed and changmin pushed his side, jokingly. “and you kevin-” his broad shoulders and long neck twist to your direction. intending to compliment kevin, he stands still. eyes glued to yours in a moment that never seems to end. you wait for him to leave the locked trance and finish his sentence but it never comes.

“and you kevin,” kevin himself echoes, a toothy grin displayed when changmin slowly shakes his head and lets out a nervous laugh.

“and you kevin, have really got to let me listen to your soundcloud page,” his eyebrows dance and ends of his lips curled into a dazzling smile.

“no can do,” kevin returns, running one hand through the wisps of ebony black hair and the other finding home on your arm to practically stick you by his side. “only she can,” and both chanhee and changmin pull back in mock surprise.

“bestie privileges,” you shrug and feel kevin behind you laugh quietly.

changmin takes note of how soft you look under the light, hair curled around your ears and the humidity of the night blushing your radiating cheeks. you looks so different yet similar from the night of the party, your nerves replaced with relaxation and this time, or at least he thinks, changmin feels as if you don’t want to run away from him. so when he hears your voice for the first time, changmin melts and decides that one way or another he’s going to get to know you.

“and who might you be?” he directs his question to you, one thats full of futile curiosity. he knows who you are after having grilled chanhee the night of sunwoo’s party and he knows you were here, the only reason why he bothered to interrupt whatever chanhee was talking to you about. but hearing your name spill from your lips yourself brought out a new feeling in him.

“y/n” he repeats in a soft mutter to himself, your name feeling like honey.

“y/n”, chanhee mocked him, his perfect nose and rosy lips raising to imitate changmin’s features. you giggled at the two and he felt his heart soar once more.

taking that short moment of silence to turn to kevin again, you asked where he wanted to go. “i have a seven am tomorrow,” he whined, eyes widening in exasperation and you kissed your teeth tauntingly.

“sucks to be yo-”

“its monday tomorrow y/nie,” kevin crosses his arms and leans the entire of his top body forward, almost crouching to get up all in your space.

“thank you kevin the calendar,” you rolled your eyes, shoving him back.

“so you have a seven am too,” he raises his sculpted to perfection brows and your hands fly to your face to slap the stupidity out of you.

“why,” you groaned and the pair turned their brown eyes towards you once more.

“why what?” and you jumped back, forgetting the two were still standing next to you and kevin. placing a hand on your heart before covering the chuckles leaving kevin’s mouth, “why are we still alive?”

“so we can suffer together,” and you see chanhee taking a sip of a new drink bottle when a solution clicks.

“my house, soju, couple of glasses you knock out and can sleep over yeah?” you compromise.

“yeah and head to songwriting class with a boulder on my head, sure!”

“don’t be a party pooper kevin,” changmin catches sight of your puppy like eyes, crossed arms and adorably defensive stance.

“yeah dont be a party pooper, kebin,” he stands next to you, copying your actions and your nose scrunches in a tight smile. kevin, the man himself, raises his eyebrows at the two of you clearly amused by many things he’s caught note of tonight.

changmin looks behind him, tilting his head at his best friend with narrowed eyes, ushering him to join you.

“are we really doing this?” chanhee groans and when changmin’s glare heightens he stands up a little straighter “i guess we are,” he mutters. standing on your other side, he crosses his arms and pleads with all his eyes and might to kevin to stop whatever this was.

“for the love of god just drink with us.”

“us?” youre an idiot who quirks their brow and then it hits you how theyve openly invited themselves.

“i don’t know if you remember y/n but i performed too you know,” chanhee almost whines.“and besides,” changmin intterupts with the stars in his eyes blinding your vision of rationality, “weve helped to now havent we?” he cheekily winks and your mind is unsure of what to do.

one part of you declines, heeding the warning chanhee gave. you know you have to draw the line if he wont, stop this before it even starts, but one look at ji changmin and you decide to wait.

“sure but,” you turn to chanhee, motioning for him to crouch to your height and come closer so your lips reach his ear in a whisper. something stirs in changmin and he hates the feeling and even more so hates the sight of you too so close. he can hardly make out the words that cause chanhee to soften and pat your head, whispering back a gentle “no she wont come”. when you pull back, chanhee interlocks your pinkies in a trusted promise.

“okay,” you turn to the three men, arm holding out to kevin. “to my place!” you walk in front with kevin, his boisterous laughter filling the air as you almost trip over your own feet from missing cracks in the pavement.

changmin takes the noise as an oppourtunity to voice his curiousity in a slow question, “what was that all ab-”

“jiyong, where is she?” chanhee cuts him off, smile slipping from his previous embrace.

“chasing after juyeon, why?” changmin’s brows furrowed.

“theyre still together?”

“yeah, had a little break, poor thing was distraught over it but now theyre good.”

“she’s not a child changmin, you know that,” chanhee grips his shoulder, suddenly so serious. “you’ve got to put her aside to see whats right in front of you sometimes, right?” eyes boring into his. a quick glance over at you, eyes shining like the little streetlamps above.

“i can try to have a girlfriend and a girl whos a best friend okay, you worry too much,” and he punches chanhee’s shoulder before catching up to where you are walking, leaving his other best friend in the dark.

changmin doesn’t stay over, at least that night he doesn’t.

you spend till three am, clinking glasses of cheap soju whilst laughing to every shinee song out there before changmin hurls a sleeping chanhee into a taxi and leaving you a sweet ‘goodnight’. but you learn a lot of things that night: how chanhee is a happy drunk- very affectionate, always giggling unprovoked most of the time, how kevin is still not over that time you threw his gummy worms in the first grade sandbox and most importantly, how changmin may seem intimidating on stage but dancing to ‘what is love’ in your living room with sock clad feet is anything but the former.

you finish your last karaoke session for the night and lean back, sighing in content with your two new and one old friends.

“one game!” chanhee cheers, and kevin silences him with a quick and exaggerated “shut up and sleep.” chanhee pushes past kevin’s hands that failed to cover his lips and fills each cup again to the brim.

“truth or dare!!” his eyes twinkle so hard you feel horrible for even thinking of saying no. you nod, waiting for someone- anyone to make a move.

“changmin, truth or dare?” kevin asks, eyes wiggling dramatically that a chuckle escapes past his lips.

“dare,” he shrugs, nose scrunched in amusement.

“i dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room,” and before changmin can even begin to protest, chanhee lands a big kiss on to his cheek, smirking proudly. “its me guys and gal, im the hottest in this room,” and by the unbothered looks of changmin you guess that maybe this isnt the first time choi chanhee’s antics have gone ahead.

“moving on,” changmin rolls his eyes, “y/n” he faces you, eyes unmoving and intoxicated or not you cant bear to look away.

“yes?” you breathe.

“truth or dare?” he asks, eyes lighting up with mischief.

“truth because i dont trust you right now,” you wince and a pout lands on his cherry lips.

“you dont trust me?” a hand of his holds his chest as he teasingly holds back.

“i dont trust that look on your face,” you correct, letting out a little ‘oof’ as chanhee finds his head tucked on your shoulder.

“yeah your stupid face,” he sleepily mumbles and you pat his head gently.

“okay, truth,” he repeats accompanied by kevin who lets out the loudest “boo you whore!” throwing his snack bar in your direction.

“truth: what were you and chanhee whispering about earlier?” and you stop, heart and brain malfunctioning that you can not form a proper answer. you dont trust yourself to answer but the alcohol in your veins already has your lips open.

“you dont have to answer-”

“i wanted to know if you have a girlfriend,” you blurt, the semi-lie holding a taint of truth. but who knew you could be so bold, you blame the heat for your pink cheeks when changmin lets out the softest “oh” and kevin again with the loudest hollers

“thats my best friend!! shoot that shot, whore!”

“stop calling me a whore you bitch,” you scold him and then clear your throat. “truth or dare changmin?” and its his turn to think.

“truth.”

“do you have a girlfriend?” you curse the gleams in your eyes that made you seem too hopeful.

“no,” he smiles, dimple diving deep. “not yet at least,” he tilts his head at you and downs the last of his drink and you follow suit.

soju has never tasted sweeter.

you don’t see each other for a couple of weeks later. you hoped that time would blur the brunette beauty from your mind but everything was pointless. you were drawn to ji changmin like a moth to a flame and god knew how hard you were going to burn.

focusing on the tapoica pearls in front of you, quietly slurping from the plastic straw (sorry earth, please recycle) you scribbled down the notes of your last lecture. you had roughly an hour left before you could make your way down to kevin’s side of the campus; hating how he was studying music and you medicine because you sure as hell did not want to bear any form of exercise. but you had an hour and a bank account that could buy you another cup of boba and complete happiness. legs swinging, pen tapping and airpods in to the heavenly sound of seventeen, you made your notes. sure they were illegible as hell, looking like a toddler’s drawing but they were enough for you to understand the great depths of anatomy.

you’re so invested into your study session that you miss the sound of bells that signal new customers walking in.

soft curved eyes find your form instantly, neck craning just to double check that its you and ji changmin leaves his partner at the counter and makes his way to your table.

“y/n?” he asks, head shifting at an awful angle and slowly you lift your own head up to meet his gaze.

“min?” and he quirks a brow. you remove the airpods from your ears and chew the remaining of the ball.

“oh uh, i uh heard chanhee call you that last time we met but its fine if its personal and you dont want me to call you that-” you rambled, embarrassed.

“no,” he cuts you off, his orbs creasing with affection. “i think i love it more when its you who says it,” he breathes honestly and your grin stays glued to your face.

letting out a quiet giggle, you fiddle with your straw. “how come ive never seen you around before?” he asks, taking the seat opposite you.

you gesture aggressively to your laptop, textbooks and strewn note paper. “i have fallen victim to a demanding education system, i might actually die,” you turn to him and he laughs a sound youve never loved more.

“well i suck at studying so text me and maybe we can meet up for a session together,” he turns to your belongings and stacks up a few fallen sheets “but this sure does look intense” and you sigh in agreement.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks hopeful and you dumbly nod like a child.

“and you?”

“no i came with a friend and there she is. jiyong!” he calls and your heart falls as easily as her name leaves his lips. the blonde girl makes her way to your table, unnoticed of your presence or maybe she has and just doesnt care. youre not a fan of coffee hence why you sit in a boba store and so the strong whiff of her americano blasts your face and fuels your growing dislike.

“chan you wandered off!” she huffs, placing his boba cup on the table, pushing it in changmin’s direction and then taking a seat right next to him. he pouts in front of her until she gives in and curls into his side- the sight making you sick.

“ji, this is y/n. y/n this is jiyong,” changmin introduces and she stares at you and then at changmin and then back at you. a single look has you feeling a thousand times small and you fight the urge to visibly shrink in your seat.

“y/n,” she repeats and it feels far from the way changmin had once mumbled to himself. “cant say ive heard much about you babe,” she makes a point to stare and the voice of chanhee comes to you. font get mixed up in them.

its like someones snapped you back to reality and you take a careful look at the dynamics between the two supposed best friends. your tongue feels dry as you find the right words to save yourself.

“well theres not much to speak of babe,” you tell her, trying to hide the malice and spark of jealousy. “ive only known him for maybe a day in total,” you shrug.

“a day? im hurt,” he wipes a mock tear from his face and you raise your brows.

“youre always hurt arent you?” you retort.

“only by you, youre a real heartbreaker y/l/n y/n”

“could say the same for you min except maybe youre just a baby,” you tease, both of you fighting the smiles that intend to break into your cheeks. he gives in first, laughing and nodding slowly.

“stick around and maybe i could be your baby,” he boldly flirts and you squint, trying to guess whether he was playing with you or not. he leans forward and simply raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for a response.

“what do you have in mi-”

“ah!” a scream interrupts and both your heads turn to the forgotten girl at your table. the dark hues of her americano now staining the crisp whites of her blouse. “chan, its hot!” she cries out and you want to point out so badly that there was clearly ice in her cup. so you roll your eyes and a scoff leaves you on instinct, making her head turn to yours in a harsh glare.

“what did you just say?” she stops but changmin doesn’t.

your focus is on him whos more concerned about the staining of her dress and he removes his hoodie ready for her to change. the single action makes your blood boil and you let a forced tight lipped smile take over your face. “nothing,” you mutter and at lightning speed you swoop all your belongings into your tote bag. “have fun,” you salute your fingers from your temple, not missing the faint “im sure we will” coming from the bitch of the century.

and its only then changmin catches sight of your departure. “wait y/n!” he calls out and you badly want to turn around but gathering whatever is left of your self respect you refuse and keep heading towards the exit.

“let her go chan, if shes leaving like that im sure she has somewhere she needs to be,” jiyong tells him, “thanks for this,” she softens and pats his shoulder before pointing to the bathroom so he knew where she was. changmin nods, staring at your forgotten airpods and then at the door.

that was the second time you had run away from ji changmin.