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#that army fan club questionnaire floating around today#not going to reblog it because#iâm kind of over getting blocked for having spicy tags#but#man it blows my mind the toxic shit that makes it into official content sometimes#itâs one thing to leave in some of their off hand comments#from behind the scene footage but#literally the FIRST question#âyour pants donât fit but youâre hungry- just drink water instead right?â#like who is that for#who is feeling better about anything reading that#do you ever think about all the things theyâve been told by their teams over the years#if this is what is being put out on public display#i know i know Korea is different idols have different standards whatever#eat a fucking banana then a glass of water is not a meal#you can look hot and be fit and still consume food#hybe is well aware the fandom is made up of people#who hang on their every word#a lot of whom at least FIND bts whilst Going Through A Thing#do better man#shout out to jin for being the only one who chose food#he never gives into the not eating bullshit and I love that about him#anyway thatâs my two cents#just a girl having thoughts#here on my own blog in my own lane
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I see heritageposts has finally gone full mask off neo-Nazi level antisemitic
#surprise surprise#đśsurprise surpriseđś#anyone who follows them get the fuck of my blog#supposedly theyâre also a tankie#and shared pro North Korea propaganda#I guess blood libel wasnât enough for them#antisemitism
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Some musings about Athia's foreign relations (or rather the lack thereof)
One interesting thing I noticed is that the lore has no mention of Athia coming into contact with other peoples and nations aside from the Rheddig. There are no mentions of foreign trade as far as I could find. The only trade happening was between the realms of the Tantas within Athia. The game explains how many Athian writings and historical records were lost due to the Break and the wars with the Rheddig. But considering all the archive entries we can find throughout the game, it is a noticeable absence.
That makes me wonder if Athia practices isolationism and has cut itself off from the rest of the world. Or if Athia lacks the naval technology and ships to venture across the seas to other lands. Fishing boats were mentioned in the lore. Furthermore, it's possible to reach Athia by sea since the Rheddig did so during the second war. Still, foreign trade has yet to be mentioned. Plus, the attitude of Athians towards outsiders/foreigners in the lore and in the game's story seems rather hostile. The reaction to Frey is one example of that.
Granted, the reaction of Athians to Frey's arrival came at a time of great stress and hardship... But indications of the lore about how Athia feels towards the Rheddig and the description of purging "soldier and civilian alike" does give some reason to wonder about how Athians feel towards foreigners and foreign powers. There are some interesting similarities between Athia and real-life historical examples of nations being isolationist. But that's something for another post.
#Forspoken#Forspoken spoilers#just in case#I'm so invested in the lore of this game especially about the Rheddig#and I'm curious about Athia's past tbh...#cause we get an unreliable narrator considering how the in-game lore is biased and doesn't explain certain things#I can't wait for the DLC in the summer#especially cause it's supposed to be a prequel DLC#alas I'll be in Korea and stuck watching youtube playthroughs of the DLC#I also have some inferences about the Rheddig based on what little we were given in the lore#Athia#at this rate I'll be treating my blog like a place to store my notes about the lore lol
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MADE IN KOREA
PARK SEUNG BIN
KIM SEONG HYUK
#MADE IN KOREA#KOREAN-SOUTH KOREAN BLOG#From My Main Blog: BL-BAM-BEYOND#SOUTH KOREAN BL SERIES#STRONGBERRY#CHOCO MILK SHAKE#MILK STOPS IN ON UNCLE#A GOODBYE KISS....FOR NOW#My GIFS#MYGIFSET#MY-GIF-EDIT#BL-BAM-BEYOND FAMILY OF BLOGS#GET YOUR MAN UNCLE
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In old roleplaying circles, I used to have people get really angry at me because they found a lot of catharsis in taking their characters those agonizing angst without necessarily giving them an end point of healing whereas my characters would always try to prompt that moment of healingâwould be an end point they could come to whenever they were ready, would love them through the pain instead of drive it higherâand I don't think I've really changed at all in that regard, and I hope that ends up being all right.
#this is a complicated way to say that i'm having my chai and meditating on some of the more popular headcanons i saw#when i first got here and part of it was just the circle of blogs i saw initially when i created mine#because they all had a similar sense of characterization for the blorbos and were reluctant to let anything else in#and i totally get that btw because i LOVE seeing varied interpretations and i will happily play in every sandbox#but i'm thinking specifically about the fanon about beej HAVING to leave his home after everything because he tries to fit back in the box#and he can't#and the agony and misery therein like having built an entire life on a literal lie and choosing to jettison it for his own good#and how i have inadvertently built a home life for him that he will return to incredibly changed but will be welcomed into nonetheless#i think about how loose and utterly queer he becomes in korea down to his gestures his clothes his grooming choices#and how yes he DOES remove all of those when he gets home#(my gnc hawk doing much the same i should say)#but replacing the agony of having to leave what no longer serves you with the joy of someone saying 'then let's change together'#and the knowledge that it won't be easy and you need SO much therapy#but that the old and the new can come together in a very intentional and loving and wonderful way#so the mustache comes back and the colors and the loose limbs and the lighter speaking cadence and he feels so fucking good again#and he's loved so thoroughly by all three of the most important aspects of his life for CHOOSING to be authentic#(just like hawk)#and i know a lot of this is me needing to write it because i almost lost my marriage because my wife was so scared of how she changed#that she was projecting onto me all of these thoughts of how she was SURE i'd react and she tried to cut and run early#and how when i wrapped her up in all that love and desire to come along on this new journey and see what happens#that she was overcome and truly didn't believe it was real#but also i do get sad at the tendency to be like 'everyone changed and they can never go back'#when i want to be like 'yes but they can always go forward and they don't have to lose everything they loved to do it'#and i just hope people wanna come on that journey with me#my ramblings
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me: i'm taking this week to get in order and come back!
also me: hyperfixates on a show all week and forgets tumblr exists for a minute
#asdfgh are we surprised tho--#i couldn't help it kingdom is such a good show and!! i was technically watching it for my korean class for a culture project uvu#it just so happens that kingdom was right up my alley bc it was set in joseon period korea and had zombies!!! and very lovable characters!!#but let me stop myself from ranting about it for 30 minutes and and just say that i'm gonna work on setting up the new blog today and maybe#perhaps#write if i can :' )#happy sunday to you lovely dears and thanks as always for being patient with my silly gremlin brain <3#get ready to ramble | ooc
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I canât believe that Ed Wade is back in Cats, Iâm crying (not literally thou).
This is just so wild to me. Two of my favourite cats actors (Anneka Dacres and Ed Wade) in the fucking same production!!!!!!!
Yâall know what that means: As soon as there are pics, videos of him itâs gonna be Ed Wade spam again for me.
I mean, that may sound weird but ... like if there is a character and you do not really care about them and then after you see a certain actor play them you start to like this character ... this actorâs portrayal of this character just means so much to you (at least thatâs what itâs like for me).
Like, Anneka is the reason why Cassandra is my fave character and her Demeter is amazing too (all Demeters Iâve seen so far absolutly killed it). (I would give you more Anneka spam too but she doesnât post much which is absolutly her right to do).
And like Tugger ... I always found him kind of fun and entertaining but Ed really made me enjoy and like the character. I liked his portrayal and role acting so much, he made me care about Tugger. I liked his adlibs (even though Tyler said Cats actors shouldnât do that) and his audience interactions. He made the character feel new and fresh to me.
And them both in the same production! I mean Demeter and Tugger do not have that many interactions but STILL:
If i ever see a picture with both of them in it my mind will be blown away!
#personal stuff#ignore me#I'm on my fangirl shit again#this is just too unreal for me#my roommate had to listen to me fangirl for 15 minutes now I'm so sorry for her#she looked flights to korea up for me#i can't afford it of course and I wouldn't get time off on such a short notice#but I still will enjoy every bit of conent I get from this production#even if I'm not able to see it live#like#i know anneka and ed are just killing it there and I love it#I'm sry I'm on my bs again but my blog my spam lol#I also would love to see the other actors of course#but ed and anneka like damn#in the fucking same prudction#mind blown
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#blog post#music post#Da way im automatically ignoring txts from my family and wuz gunna clean my home for my mom tmrw but did not#Spent the day reall deal chilling and đď¸#Happy there is another day ahead of me to do the same#Okay reflecting What did i do today i did my makeup i took selfies i did my hair and freckleaa i took scooter ride i bought Pizza Hut i#got the Best selling brand of ice cream sandwiches in Korea i was blonde i wore fake hair i texted my crush i smoked i texted Amy i ate#rizwanas food and sheâs like ahh ur skinny and i never see u eat and im like all the trash is from me i keep going out and getting food#Did i make a list of jobs to apply to and my availability and budget and No. no i didnât⌠i Bought treats and sat in the sun and had a most#ly dead phone#and I CLOMBED THe strange fire escape too on Andor reporting building#i climbed on some trash cans then onto the ladder mwahah smoked a roach up there#I wrote a diary entry too and read a kierke chapter totes blissed out and dead brained abt it lowk i love it Thats subconscious shadowwork#love Lisa Germano a Lottttyyy btw#Spotify
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âmy all time favourite bts fics (pt. 1) áŻáĄŁđŠ
consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.
For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!
I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!
red means unfinished
blue means finished
đŻď¸ editor's note
(sorted by alphabetical order)
A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga
Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasnât enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.
Accidental Friends by Erakun06
Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. clears throat PLATONIC. Or One day, you meet a member of Bangtan, the next day, another, and another, and another, and one day, they become a group of people you often stumble across in your life. They become your acquaintances. Then your friends. Then your source of comfort, just like they are the source of comfort of millions of people in the world. What you didn't expect is that you become the same to them. It's inevitable. You are friends.
đŻď¸ a theme that I don't find much of, and this one was excecuted quite neatly I'd say
Ace For Hire by tokki-maknae
Who is Ace? Besides being the deadliest hitman on the market in the underground, whose really under the hood? The answers simple, well for you at least, because you are Ace. When you're not busy blurring yourself into the background noises of school, you were making a killing in the underground, both literally and figuratively. For years now Ace has become an infamous name among the other gangs and holds the reputation of being lethal and untouchable. But that all changes after a slip up that causes you to attract the unwanted attention of one persistent seven member gang. A gang that's been dying to know, who is Ace?
đŻď¸ badassss
At Your Service by @untaemedqueen
In which Yn is looking for an escort to accompany her to her nightmare ex and ex best friend's wedding, only to ended up falling in love with him.
Baby (you complete us) by @purpleyoonn
Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
Back Home by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites
Secretly, he was selfishly hoping that you didnât age well. Dealing with a small crush was easy enough when he was young and knew next to nothing about girls, when you were just a cute albeit slightly weird girl he had a soft spot for. But he wouldnât know what to do with himself if his feelings came back with a vengeance while you were living together. God, he would probably lock himself with Jungkook until you went away. OR The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.
đŻď¸ crack fic! my fave category and this one makes me giggle in both funny way and butterfly-in-my-stomach kinda way
Beauty of Love by @imnotlauriane
When you cross eyes with your soulmate, you get flashes of memories that have yet to happen. You can't see the same memory as the other and it can be either good or bad. It's not always terrible, but a thing is for sure. No matter what you do, it will happen. But are things always what they seem to be?
Between The Bloodshed series by @agustdakasuga
đŻď¸ this series... I just love. plot is super neat, relationship doesn't feel forced, etc etc
âś Between The Bloodshed
Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that you would have to leave your life behind and build a new one.
⡠Everything Between Us
They left you hanging, they broke your heart. You didnât get your happily ever after. But now theyâre back and theyâre searching for you to make things right. Could you look past the betrayal to take them back into your life and back into your heart?
Beyond The Stage by Alysheart
Alexis was going through the days simply. She was a college student in Florida, working towards her degree. When she scored tickets to the BTS concert in Korea, she didn't hesitate. She never expected to be soulmates with the seven idols.
Bound by Blood by PurpleQueenie
In a world where vampires and humans have to co-exist, where the line between tolerance and animosity blurs, how can you ever expect to get your happily ever after when your soulmates hate your very existence?
đŻď¸ love all the details, the slow burn, gosh just so good
Boyfriend For Hire by @remedyx
Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.
Breakthrough by Alphathyx
"My dreams haunt me like past memories that never existed" The Memory Dive, an invention that allows the user to dive into anyone's memories just from the collection of their DNA. Made by Professor Kim Seokjin, he created this device for the worlds secret service to solve mysteries that the ordinary field agents are unable to. With seven agents, ranging from ex military, to a university professor, college student and even a criminal, only these seven are able to use this machine to extract memories of others. They are also the only people that know how to escape it. Discover through their eyes of uncovering the darkest truths of the world, through the minds of victims.
đŻď¸ this one's super neat plot with complicated and technical world, just so good
Bright Colors and Loud Soulmates by Mostmouse
You resented soulmates, the whole damn concept. It just wasn't your thing, and you couldn't help but feel jealous of those who were born without soulmates, who could see the world as it was intended to be from birth. When you run into your soulmate, you're determined to stay in your own sphere of the world. Focusing on you. But, because nothing is simple in your life, it turns out he's one of seven - better yet, your seven soulmates are the globally famous band BTS. Because why wouldn't they be? OR you learn how to let your soulmates past your carefully crafted walls, and theyâre more than happy to show you what a loving and supportive relationship should look like.
đŻď¸ a funny and cute one! (with extra h0rny characters lol)
BTS Office CEO AU by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue
You work for seven CEOs who have called you into their office due to a complaint
Can't Wait To See You Again by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites
The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs. Unbeknownst to you, all across the world seven idols were slowly falling in love with you.
đŻď¸ I just love the concept of the boys being fanboys :3
Choco Bun by @nunchiimagines
When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaâs biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenât particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
Combined Beings by @numinousher
You are bullied on a constant because koreaâs beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentioned you to the other 6.
đŻď¸ minus the bullying elements, this story is like a comforting sweet cloud
Comfort by http-lostforever
Hybrids have been introduced into society for a handful of years now, the fighting for their rights is still happening but doesn't look promising. But when one girl finds a hybrid in danger she jumps at the chance to help, yet what she didn't know was how upside down her life was about to become. But a word of advice, not everything is as it seems.
Could We Be Together Someday? series by BTS_Mommy / @babyboy-bangtan
đŻď¸ mann Idk what to write lol. this is another one that I've re-read thousand times, bcs some of the boys started as fanboys then became clingy friends. also yn's so supportive I just lovee.
âś By Chance
A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS's radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.
⡠The Moments in Between
As you become close friends with BTS, you begin to realize that the feelings you have for them are slowly turning into something you're not ready to deal with. Unbeknownst to you, the same is happening to them.
Crave by sweetinsanityy
The boys don't do well with being controlled, but for their group, they'll bite their tongue and put on a smile for management. Yet when you, a new little rookie, stumble upon them, they're like a pack of hungry wolves. Or, the boys are all Doms and they want you to be their perfect little sub.
Cursed Fate by PurpleQueenie
The universe has designed soulmates- someone that completes you. But what happens when you don't have one but seven? And all you want to do is run in the opposite direction when you see them...
đŻď¸ queenie's stories are just so good, you should check them all out! this one also has such great details and writing.
Deep Down by sleepingbearandbunny
Jae, unlike everyone else, has nothing against the hybrid species. She likes being alone, where she is safe from ridicule and her controlling father. When a group of hybrids save her from some trouble, fate brings them together once more.
đŻď¸ a harsh and complecated world this one, so they went through a lot together and I love that!
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âď¸Introduction and Masterlistâď¸
About me: Hi! I'm Kacie, I'm 21, and I use she/her/any pronouns. I'm from the UK but I'm currently an English Teacher in South Korea (if you want to know more I'm totally open to conversations about it!) and this is my side blog, so I follow and respond to comments from @studykac
Writing: At this point in time. I only write for Spencer Reid. I will pass on any requests that focus on other characters because I don't currently write for them. A lot of my work is also NSFW. If you are under the age of 18, do NOT interact with any of my posts that are tagged #maturereiding - please block this tag!! When my requests are open you can request through the Ask box, or through DMs, but please keep in mind I do have a full time job, so I will do my best to get things out quickly. You can find my recommendations in the tag #reiderrecommends!
Other interests: kpop, especially Seventeen, SHINee, NCT and BTS, Criminal Minds (obv), NCIS, reading any genre of books (here's a link for my GoodReads page), Percy Jackson, languages (learning Korean currently!), English Literature, Jane Austen etc.
Requests are: CLOSED - find my request guidelines here!
Writing:
Spencer Reid x Reader NSFW
Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress // 3.8k
Summary: The AC at the BAU decides to take a holiday during a summer heatwave, and when you decide the FBIâs dress code is merely a suggestion, you unwittingly catch Spencerâs eye.
Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, degradation, name-calling, edging, praise-kink, dumbification
Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress pt. 2 // 2.4K
Summary: After a hot encounter in your car, Spencer pulls you inside your apartment hoping to give you some more relief from the heat.
Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, soft Dom, oral (M receiving), pet names, degradation, face fucking, messy sex, creampie, breeding kink
Margaritas and Mistakes // Part 1 // Part 2
Summary: On a group night out, you get a little more drunk than you want to, and when Spencer shows up looking like the love of your life and not just your coworker, you realise that the margaritaâs are having more of an effect than they should be.
Warnings: Suggestive language, dirty talk, heavy petting, hickeys, making out, mentions of arousal etc. (part one)
Show You What Devotion Is â¤ď¸âđĽ
Summary: After a lustful encounter on the jet, you and Spencer decide to try out a friends-with-benefits relationship. What you didn't expect was for his sex drive to be so high, and your need for him to overpower your ability to function properly.
Warnings: So many, check the post for details.
More Than Words 𫶠// 8k
Summary: After telling a white lie to your family about your relationship status, you're forced to ask your coworker Spencer to pretend to be your boyfriend for a weekend wedding.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, penetrative sex, creampie, mentions of Spencer's childhood.
The Us That Could've Been đ // 5.7k
Summary: They say to get over a man, you have to get under another. Spencer isn't sure why the idea of you doing just that makes him feel so bad.
Warnings: angst, unprotected sex, creampie, spoilers for season 8, mentions of Maeve, Spencer is emotionally illiterate etc.
Unhappy Holidays đťđŚđđ// 5k
Summary: You're unlucky enough to run into Spencer Reid at holiday celebrations four years in a row. In the New Year, you're resolving to rid him from your mind forever, but you never were one to stick to resolutions đťđŚđđ
Warnings: Enemies to lovers, low-key work rivals, semi-public sex, car sex, hate sex, fingering, thigh riding, creampie, unprotected sex (no condoms but contraceptive mentioned), slight spoilers for s4 of Criminal Minds (but not really).
Flirting with the FBI // 7.1k
Summary: To catch a killer, you have to first out him on the FBI's radar. By hacking their systems and flirting with Spencer Reid, of course.
Warnings: Rough sex, Dom Spencer, bimbofication, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, use of slut and good girl, more in the fic warnings.
Spencer Reid x Reader SFW
The Lightbulb Moment // 4.8k
Summary: You want Spencer all to yourself for the first few months of your relationship and he's only too happy to comply. Unfortunately, you're two dumbasses who can't keep their hands off one another.
Just Hanging Out // 3k
Summary: To kick off your vacation, you find yourself at Rossi's mansion with your team for a big summer barbeque. A hammock in the garden catches your eye, and you enlist Reid to help you have some fun in the sun.
(Not smut but highly suggestive, read at your own discretion).
Isn't She Pretty, Daddy? // 2k
Summary: You're a teacher, and you have to call in one of your students' parents to talk about their recent troubling behaviour. It's more embarrassing than you thought when Spencer Reid shows up.
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That's What You Get // complete đ
Summary: After three weeks on a case in Vegas and a particularly draining phone call from your mother, you decide to take Reid up on his offer to show you the sights of Las Vegas. When you wake up the next morning, you realise that one of the sights was a 24hour Wedding Parlor, and that you're now Mrs Reid.
Genres: Fluff, smut in later chapters, angst in later chapters, happy ending.
Playlist: Me and You in 2024
Summary: One song fic a week throughout 2024!
Genres: Various, check individual chapters for specific warnings!âĄ
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(NSFW) Request inspired by Taylor Swift's False God đ// 2.2k
(NSFW) Request for a soft!Dom Spencer with cockwarming and breeding kink đ // 2k words
(NSFW) Request for Reader introducing vanilla!Spencer to a BDSM lifestyle â¨// 0.7k words
(SFW) Request for Reader kidnapped by unsub and saved by Spencer đ // 2.2k
(SFW) Request for pregnant Reader and Spencer who is an absolute fool for her đ¸ // 1.2k
(SFW) Request for shamelessly flirting with an oblivious Spencer đ// 2k
(NSFW) Request for post-Maeve Spencer who uses sex as a coping mechanism đŤĄ//4.6k
(NSFW) Request for alt!sub!Reader meeting the team for the first time (and they totally think she's the Dom) đ¤// 1.5k
(NSFW) Request for CNC office sex with Spencer đŤ// 1k
(SFW) Request for Spencer finding out you knew Emily was alive đż// 0.7k
(SFW) Request for training session with Spencer đ¤źââď¸// 1.8k
(SFW) Request for I Can See You inspired angst đĽş// 1.7k
(NSFW) Request for Spencer making the reader beg for it â¤ď¸âđĽ// 1.6k
(NSFW) Request for CNC with soft!Dom Spencer - shower sex đŚ// 1.3k
(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - Professor Reid doesn't know he's distracting the class đ// 3k
(NSFW) Request for Sub!Spencer begging reader to dominate him đŤŁ// 1.7k
(NSFW) Request for Genophobic virgin!Reader â¤ď¸âđŠš// 5k
(NSFW) Request for Professor Spencer with a jealous gf đş//2k
(SFW) Request for reader helping Spencer through recovery đ¤// 1k
(NSFW) Request for possessive Spencer reacting to your little black dress đ// 2.5k
(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - Undercover with an "excited" Spencer đľââď¸// 3.6k
(SFW) Request for playing video games with Spencer đŽ// 1k
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(SFW) Request for Spencer babying an oblivious reader đś// 2k
(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - sharing a cold bed with Frenemy Spencer đ// 3.5k
(NSFW) Request for reader being distracted while Spencer is reading đ// 1k
(NSFW) Request for Pillow fort sex with Spencer âşď¸// 2k
(NSFW) Request for car confession and oral with Spencer đ// 1.7k
(NSFW) Request for dancing the night away with Spencer đ// 2.5k
(NSFW) Request for the morning after Spencer loses his V-Card đś// 0.7k
(NSFW) Request for reader confessing to Spencer when he's in his anthrax shower đż// 0.7k
(NSFW) Request for Spencer finding readers unusual sensitive area đ¤// 3.5k
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ROYAL TREATMENT | KNJ
summary: Despite your arranged marriage you are coming to love Emperor Kim Namjoon and you surely do hope he's falling just as hard. Though in times like this you wished you never came to the Korean court, but Kim Namjoon sure does have a way with words and his coc-
rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)
pairings: Emperor!Kim Namjoon x Empress Reader
warnings: porn with a pretty plot , husband Namjoon, unedited, arranged marriage to lovers , period typical misogyny / ideals / themes , slight angst, minor violence , MC shakes the table , talks of having children, reader has a 'not like other girls moment' sorry , smug namjoon 'i want to eat his face' SMUT, Namjoon a emperor and a Dj? , clit pinching, fingering , nipple play, breeding kink no no no , very tame choking, big body tanned namjoon im seeing a pattern in all my namjoon fics.. love confessions, p in v, Namjoon loves his wife and MC loves her hubby đŤśđź
authors note: Howdy hotties! this is my official apology for all the times i said i was going to update but i don't lol. this has actually been in my docs for a year⌠don't jump me pls have mercy!!! this is heavily inspired by Bridgerton and The great because i love a good hood jam!! anyway, hope you enjoy it and if you're new to my blog check out my other works xxx
Since you've come to the Korean court to marry Kim Namjoon, he has been nothing but a gentleman.
Taking his time to get to know you as a person never forcing you to do anything you didn't want to do. You rejoiced that he didnât take you on your wedding night instead holding you until you fell asleep in his warm arms. In your months of getting to know Namjoon you were coming to love the emperor and you hoped that he was falling just as hard. Though as of right now in this moment you wished you'd never come to this court.
Never married, never taken the time to know and love the royal that is your husband.
The Ladies of the court made you want to disappear. They were gossiping geese who didn't even read, they didn't know anything actually, only thinking of the latest hats from France or Russia.Â
Aara was the leader of the flock and from what your handmaids had spilledâ Aara and Namjoon used to have nightly affairs together before the two of you were married. You guess that's why she was so uppity and spiteful because she's bedded him, and you have yet too.
 âWhen will you and the emperor have children?â Aara asked, raising her glass teacup up to her thin lips.
âI am not ready for children nor is he'' Â
You and the emperor haven't even committed the act to conceive children, but she was the last person you'd tell this information to.
âWhen me and the emperor were intimate, he always said he'd put a baby in me. He's very vocal during lovemaking. That is too bad empress" all her geese cackle like witches while you sat in embarrassment.Â
Your jaw tightened, fingertips starting to shake as you blew out a loud breath attempting to calm yourself down. You didnât want to act out due to the fact the court saw you as a cruel person all because you were a foreigner who looked nothing like any of the ladies in Korea. Apparently, half the court believed you were the spawn of Satan or a witch, some rumors spread that you weren't even of noble blood.
All they needed was one good excuse to try and have you dethroned as empress and executed, but you couldnât just allow her to walk all over you and talk to you in any kind of way anymore. You were still her superior. Standing from your chair everyone except Aara followed.Â
Smoothing out your dress, you wait for her to move. Mockingly she looked around before she stood. âOh, please forgive me for your grace. I did not notice you-"
The loud sound of the back of your hand making contact with her face echoed throughout the room. The music stopped playing and everyone went completely still and silent. Her geese tried to help her off the ground, but you raised a hand halting them to stop. Â
âAara. Ever since I stepped foot in this palace you have treated me with the utmost disrespect. I have spared you multiple times from my wrath because I am the empress and itâs simply not lady likeâ watching in satisfaction as her face reddens.Â
âI do not care about your past relations with my emperor because at the end of the day. You were his whore, and I am his wife.âÂ
âI will bring him success; you will bring him disgrace and illegitimate bastards who will never run this country. Disrespect me again and you will be thrown into the slums and forced to work in the fieldsâ Nodding at the ladies you walked out double doors with a newfound confidence.
A Few Days Later
âSHE'S SAID WHAT?â you court maids' wince at the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls of your bathing room.
âPlease do not be an angry empress.â Se-eun tried to reason by lightly pushing your shoulders back down into the milky lukewarm water.
âIt is only a silly rumor.â Ye-Eun reassured you with a smile.Â
You settle your back onto the stone behind allowing Sumin to softly brush through your thick coils. While Yoon, Isa, and Si-Eun looked for fragrances to add to the water. The girls have been your only friends since youâve stepped foot into the castle. Sighing you let yourself relax just a little bit âWhat if the emperor hears of this? Surely, heâs heard that I striked her only days agoâÂ
âYes, Iâve heard.â your emperor's deep voice echoed throughout the bath hall. Your Handmaid's scramble to bow but he simply raised his hand towards them âYouâre dismissed.â
The girls bow toward you rushing off, now it was just you and your husband alone, and you were naked, but he couldnât see your body through the creamy water. He walked towards you slowly moving into the spot behind you.Â
âI apologize for interrupting your bathing time, but I have been busy, and this seems to be the only place we can be left alone.âÂ
âOf course, I understand my lordâ you hum when you feel him brush through your hair. âI was gone from the palace for only six days' and yet you've already caused trouble.â He snorted, placing the brush down to lean on the tub's cold stone railing. âMay I come in with you?â
You swallow hard, breathing heavily, nodding your head. You watched him wide eyed stand to his feet and start to unbutton his dress shirt showing off his golden chest, thick and toned. When he began to remove his pants you turned your head away placing your hands to your bare chest feeling your heart beating rapidly.
He stepped in leaning on the other side of the wall, âI've heard of you striking Aara, the whole noble country hasâ you sigh, sinking deeper in the water.
âYou did well holding your own. I know she can be a.. nuisance.â he blew out a breath, thick arms stretching out to lean back on the marble.Â
âBecause you used to fuck her no?â The emperor sputters, eyes widening at your word. âI have to get used to your vulgarness.âÂ
You hummed feeling a creeping pettiness enter your body. "Just like I have to get used to your whores."Â
He stared at you with a playful glint in his eyes, "Are you jealous wife?"Â
 You huff standing angrily, water dripping off your naked body, biting his lip tight, the pit of his stomach twisting in arousal as he stared at every curve and dip of your body. âI am not a commoner; I do not get jealous.â
He swallowed trying to find the right words but she theyâre not leaving his lips. You continue on your angry rant as you leave the tub grabbing your own towel. âI came here all the way from ten buck two, married a man whom I have never met, and everyone has failed to inform me on how to deal with having a husband who likes to share his seed with women who will never-â
You squeaked as a strong arm wrapped around your body. Your bare back was pressed onto a wet chest and the warmth of his breath on your neck gave you goosebumps as you shiver. âLet⌠me go Namjoon.â
He hummed as his hand roamed your stomach embarrassedly kneading the doughy flesh. âYou won't even let me say how proud I am? My empress, my wife who speaks her mind and lets her power over her subjects be known.â
You felt hot all over as his other hand softly wrapped around your neck then trails lower and lower to your center. âI wish I was there to see itâ he pressed himself into your back and you felt it.Â
He was thick , and hot against your back as he groaned. âTell me to stop and I will .. tell me please.â In front of you both there was a large mirror where you two stared at each other. He took your silence as a go to continue his touches on your body. He turned your head to him, pressing his lips to yours.
Roughly the two of you kisses tongues dancing over one anothers as his hands groped your breast, and nipples. When you both felt dizzy you part with a string of spit as you both panted. He smiled lazily brown eyes hazy as he partied your sticky thighs with his large hand. Finger swiping the essence that drips from your core.Â
âYou squeal embarrassed, closing your eyes as he runs his finger effortlessly through your slippery folds, then taunting your clit. He effortlessly slipped his thick cock in between your folds, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he held your jaw in his other hand. He thrusts his hips into your pelvis smacking against your ass, your wetness coating his cock while he wildly fucked your thighs.Â
âDo you know how tempting you are?â He grunts in your ear while you gasp and wither under his touch. âI must hold myself back every night from pinning you down and fucking you worth an inch of your life.â
Your stomach began to twist from the pressure of his thumb stroking your clit in rough circles, âJoon-âÂ
âThere you go cum for meâ You gasp, thighs quivering, feeling your knees wobble but he holds you up, thrusting quicker between your thighs. you fall apart in his hold shivering and gushing over him.Â
He pulls his cock from between your thighs hand wrapped around himself as he uses your essence to jerk his red and leaking tip. He cums with a deep groan, white ropes landing onto your ass. Namjoon's head falls onto your shoulder breathing you in.
âLets clean up, hm?âÂ
nodding weakly you allow him to bring you back into the now cool water of your bath. He cleans you without a peep only letting out soft deep rumblesÂ
When the cleaning is done, he brings you to your shared bedroom that is connected to the bathing room laying you softly onto the soft fabric of your bed. You watch him busy himself grabbing the oils, and lotions you always applied after bathing. His hands started from your left foot rubbing you lovingly. The aching between your legs starts again, too aware of how close his hands were to your cunt as he makes his way use to the crease of your thighs. âI do not fornicate with. . . horses.â
Wow what a way to set the mood.
Namjoon chokes on his spit, a deep laugher bubbling from the depths of his chest.
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MAN CRUSH FANDOM ⢠MADE IN KOREA
GO HO JUNG or KO HO JUNG
LEE JAE BIN
KIM SEONG HYUK
PARK SEUNG BIN
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between the lines masterlist
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SYNOPSIS.á from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you canât read between the lines
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PAIRING.á park wonbin x reader
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GENRE.á fluff, angst, crack | đĄ â written portions
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STATUS.á completed.
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TAGLIST.á closed (limit)
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NOTES.á first riize smau! bbina is cooking with this one i fear... this fic will contain nsfw themes somewhere along the way and some kys jokes, etc. happy reading! also if you want to be added to the taglist make sure your blog is visible for me to be able to tag you
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ËËË â INTRODUCTION â ONE âšâ â do what you must â TWO âšâ â đĄ last minute rain checks â THREE âšâ â national museum of korea â FOUR âšâ â đĄ campfire â FIVE âšâ â chemistry â SIX âšâ â đĄ first day on the job â SEVEN âšâ â shock factor â EIGHT âšâ â đĄ yet â NINE âšâ â soft launch â TEN âšâ â thanks for the support â ELEVEN âšâ â đĄ pillow talk â TWELVE âšâ â đĄ count your days â THIRTEEN âšâ â wasn't part of the plan â FOURTEEN âšâ â đĄ why does it matter â FIFTEEN âšâ â just be with me â SIXTEEN âšâ â seoul bound â SEVENTEEN âšâ â more than welcome â EIGHTEEN âšâ â đĄ trust me â NINETEEN âšâ â newly improved fake boyfriend 2.0 â TWENTY âšâ â only my girl â TWENTY ONE âšâ â next date â TWENTY TWO âšâ â đĄ for my eyes only â TWENTY THREE âšâ â care package â TWENTY FOUR âšâ â too early â TWENTY FIVE âšâ â not like this â TWENTY SIX âšâ â two months later â TWENTY SEVEN âšâ â đĄ long way home â TWENTY EIGHT âšâ â đĄ thank you â TWENTY NINE âšâ â fake idgafer â THIRTY âšâ â đĄ boundaries â THIRTY ONE âšâ â could've had it all â THIRTY TWO âšâ â out of habit â THIRTY THREE âšâ â đĄ time â THIRTY FOUR âšâ â deja vu â THIRTY FIVE âšâ â operation: ynbin â THIRTY SIX âšâ â it's bad for the both of them â THIRTY SEVEN âšâ â stories write themselves â THIRY EIGHT âšâ â đĄ ulsan â THIRTY NINE âšâ â đĄ drunken words â FOURTY âšâ â đĄ sober thoughts â FOURTY ONE âšâ â disappointed â FOURTY TWO âšâ â đĄ afternoon bliss (M) â FOURTY THREE âšâ â đĄ we are so back â FOURTY FOUR âšâ â what are we â FOURTY FIVE âšâ â đĄ wouldn't have it in any other way â FOURTY SIX âšâ â new boyfriend lore â FOURTY SEVEN âšâ â texting and driving â FOURTY EIGHT âšâ â đĄ dior her â FOURTY NINE âšâ â đĄ youâre all iâll ever want and need â FIFTY âšâ â between the lines
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Little Love Notes | Bang ChanÂ
Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader Â
Summary: Chan's girlfriend likes to leave him little notes. Â
Warnings: It just fluffy. I have written a little drabble similar to this but wanted to switch it around so it's reader leaving him little love notes. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog. More of an explanation in my pinned post.
Word Count: 482Â
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Chan's heart swelled with warmth as he read the little note once again. The words are written on a bright yellow post-it note which was stuck to his laptop lid. It was a simple sentence, but it meant so much to him. Â
"Have a great day, my love. Donât be too hard on yourself."Â Â Â
The last couple dayâs heâd been a little hard on himself because he couldnât get a part of the latest song theyâve been working on right. No matter how he mixed it, with and without Changbin and Jisungâs help, he couldnât seem to get it sounding like he envisioned in his mind.  Â
Taking a moment before he goes back to the song thatâs becoming a headache, he remembers back to when Y/N left him the first note she ever left him. They had just moved in together when he found a post-it note stuck to the screen of his phone, with âI love youâ written on it. From that day on, Y/N made it her mission to leave him little love notes around their apartment. Some days they just said I love you and other days theyâd be a small paragraph reminding him how loved he is, or how lucky she is to have him. Sometimes they would be sweet little reminders for him to take breaks, or to go easy on the guys and stuff like that. When he went away, whether it be in South Korea or overseas, the little notes would continue. Heâd find them on in his bag, in the pocket of a random hoodie or pair of pants, and on his electronics. He even found one wrapped around his toothbrush, one time.  Â
The guys often tease him about the notes, but he doesn't care. He loves these notes more than anything because they are a physical representation of her love for him. Itâs his and Y/Nâs little thing they have that doesnât involve anyone else. He loves it and would be sad if she ever stopped writing them. Â
As he opens his laptop, he chuckles to himself when he finds another note in his girlfriend's handwriting. âCan we please have McDonaldâs for dinner?â Â
He puts the notes somewhere safe so he can add them to the growing collection, filling his desk drawer at him. Grabbing his phone, he pulls up his messages with Y/N, and types out his reply to her notes. Â
âYou have a good day too. Iâll pick up McDonaldâs on my way home tonight. I love you so much x.â Â
He puts his phone to the side and boots up his laptop to get started working on the newest 3racha song. Â
It doesnât take long before his phone buzzes, notifying him that he has a new message. When he checks it, he smiles, seeing itâs from Y/N.  Â
âIâll message you my order later. I love you so much too, baby xxxxx.âÂ
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In Case You Didnât Know (M)
Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader
Summary: Chan has always been just one of your step-brotherâs best friends. Heâs also been in love with you for as long as everyone remembers, but you never paid him much mind - that is until you decide to return home after many years away and you see the man heâs become. He goes from being your little brotherâs best friend to being the perfect man for you in a matter of months. Now the questions are who wants who more and will either of you do anything about your feelings?
Genres: Fluff, romance, smut, a little angst | AUs: Brotherâs best friend au, roommates au, 90s au
Rating: 18+(MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED) | Words: 28.8k đĽ´
Warnings: Profanity, alcohol use, will-they-wonât-they tension, a scene of reader x Lee Minhyuk (suggestive) and reader x Joshua (romantic) | Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), thigh riding, praise, dirty talk, pet names (baby, babygirl, good boy), service top!Chan
Note: Written for the Now Thatâs 90s collab hosted by @beomcoups & @mingsolo ! I wanted to get this out for Christmas but my brain had other plans. I wanted to invoke a kind of cheesy Christmas romance movie feel to this while still keeping it 90s so thatâs the vibe weâre going for! Thank you to the always amazing @wongyuseokie for the lovely banner đ And thank you @wooahaeproductions for beta reading my word vomit and helping me come up with this title! I love and appreciate you very much my beta/fic title queen! đ Also, I want to give giant sappy thank yous, hugs, and kisses to Bee, @horanghater, @onlymingyus, and @the-boy-meets-evil for all giving me pep talks and offering support throughout the process of this fic coming to exist. Itâs my longest fic ever and I wanted to start over so many more times than I did so I appreciate and love yâall v much!! đĽšđđŤśđ˝
âMiss? Weâre here,â The taxi driver's voice wakes you, bleary eyes focusing on the apartment building outside the car window. You hadnât been sleeping that long, but it was long enough to make you tired after your fifteen-hour flight to Seoul. That, coupled with the heat of the taxi made you cozy enough to nap, but youâre finally looking forward to being out of a moving vehicle.
As the taxi driver unloads your suitcases from the trunk, you step out into the cold September air, and triple-check the address of the apartment building, comparing the number on the building in front of you to whatâs written in your planner in hand. You had verified the address with your step-brother each time the two of you spoke on the phone leading up to your flight to Korea.
When you originally told Hansol that you decided that you were ready to quit your flight attendant career and move back home, your original plan was to move back in with your parents. Going into it, you knew well enough that the move would be annoying. You loved your mom and stepdad, but your mom was a bit of a helicopter mom growing up, so you can only imagine what living under her roof again would be like.
Luckily, you and your brother have always gotten along and been close, so instead of subjecting you to moving back home, he offered to let you move in with him and his roommate. Their third roommate was planning on moving out to live with his partner, so his room would be open for the taking.Â
âItâd be so much easier than putting an ad in the paper or online and interviewing strangers. You and Chan are cool right?â Hansol had asked, referring to his other roommate. Lee Chan was one of his best friends since you all were kids. Other than his very loud and very obvious crush on you, you had no problem with Chan and gladly accepted the room offer.
After you and your brother made a plan for you to move in, you contacted your oldest and closest friend who had offered you job opportunities before, citing if you ever wanted to move back to South Korea, she would do her damndest to get you something. Needless to say, she was thrilled to hear your voice when you finally called and broke the news.Â
The planning to get here seemed like it took forever, but now that youâre back with your feet on Seoul soil, you were happy. The journey of closing this chapter of your life was wrapping up. Now you will have a chance at doing something different for the next part of your life.
With both full-to-the-brim suitcases in hand, you roll them behind you into the building and to the elevator. The ride to the third floor is short and the walk to your brotherâs apartment is even shorter.
Just as he had instructed, you lift the welcome mat to find a key waiting for you and use it to let yourself in.Â
âHan?â You call your brotherâs name once inside but donât get a response. You can hear water running down the hall and see shoes by the door so heâs obviously home.Â
Your eyes sweep over the living room as you take off your coat and boots. Youâre surprised at just how clean the apartment is with two men in their mid-twenties living in it. The couch is a simple black fabric three-seater with a matching chair off to the side. A brown wood coffee table sits in front of both with a few magazines and two remotes on it. Presumably, for the TV and VCR sitting across the room from the seating.Â
You had half expected to see clothes and movies strewn across the floor and furniture, but thereâs none of that in sight.Â
After hanging your coat on the rack by the door and leaving your boots with the other pair, you leave your suitcases in the foyer and start down the hallway, heading for what you assume is the bathroom. Youâre not sure which room is Hansolâs, but he mentioned that heâd be home when you got in, so you plan on poking your head into each door until you find the one that so obviously screams Chwe Hansol.
The water cuts off in the bathroom as your socked feet pad across the carpet and you make a pitstop at the bathroom, figuring youâll just meet your brother there instead.
âHansol?â You raise a hand to knock on the door at the same time that it swings open. It is most certainly not your brother on the other side.
Out of the bathroom, clad in only a fluffy white towel slung low on his hips, steps your brotherâs roommate and best friend Lee Chan.
The same Lee Chan that youâve known since he was in grade school when his hair was spiked, his eyes were too far apart and his head was too big for his body. The same one thatâs been hopelessly in love with you since he and his family moved in next door to you and Hansol when he was ten. You of course have had to turn him down all of your life. Other than the fact that heâs a few years younger than you, he was always just your brotherâs awkward but sweet best friend. You remember exactly how he looked and how he acted - like a kid.
This Lee Chan though is different. This Lee Chan very clearly works out. His arms are muscular and buff. He has defined pecs and abs that are still covered in flecks of water that are dripping down his built body. Dripping down to the light dusting of hair leading from his belly button and underneath the towel.
This Lee Chan has a strong jaw, pouty lips, and dark hair that hangs in his eyes. This Lee Chan is one of the finest men youâve ever seen in your life - and a man he most certainly is. Your eyes unabashedly sweep over his mouth-watering frame until you meet his brown eyes and you remember instantly that this is still the Lee Chan that you should absolutely not be looking at like this.Â
âOh! Y/n!â His voice is much deeper than you remember and it sits heavy in the pit of your stomach.
âChan! Sorry, I thought you were Hansol! He said heâd be home when I got in.â You clear your throat, trying to get a grip on yourself.Â
âOh yeah, he got called into work at the last minute. He left you a note on the fridge.âÂ
âOh, okay.â
The two of you stand there for a moment, neither of you speaking.
âWell uh, let me get dressed and then I can give you a tour of the apartment and your room. Iâm heading out soon to meet up with some friends, but I have time.âÂ
âOnly if you want to! I don't want to hold you up!â
âYou wonât, promise! Just give me a few minutes.â
Chan flashes you a smile that fills up his whole face and you canât help but notice how handsome he looks.
You nod and scurry to the opposite side of the hallway, realizing that youâre still trapping him in the doorway of the bathroom. You watch him walk into what you can only assume is his room and go back into the living room, waiting for him on the couch.Â
Youâre thankful for him needing to take a few minutes because you need some time yourself as well. The fact that this man is the same boy that you grew up alongside is a lot to wrap your head around.Â
The two of you have always gotten along. He was a sweet kid even though all he did was follow you around at any moment he could. He was funny and probably one of Hansolâs most respectful friends which you appreciate, given that his friend group was all just a bunch of rowdy boys, but youâve never thought about him like that in all the time that you knew him.Â
Over the years, there have been a few times where youâd see him in pictures your mom would email or mail to you whenever you were somewhere for a long period of time. The last time youâd come home for the holidays was three years ago and you saw Chan briefly, but from what you recall, he just looked like some guy to you when you had seen him. He did not look like this then and he certainly hadnât been this good-looking growing up or maybe you would have entertained something with him.Â
That thought is only fleeting and you have to calm your heart (and your pussy) from reacting to seeing him like this. Heâs still your little brotherâs best friend and heâs now your roommate, and in no way can anything happen. That is messy on so many levels.Â
This sudden onslaught of want has to be because youâre just that desperate for a romantic connection with someone. Or you just need to get laid. Trying to maintain any semblance of a relationship in your line of work proved to be harder than youâd think.
For the past almost 10 years of working in the sky, youâve had your fair share of hookups here and there. Your last was a fun, albeit messy, fling with a new pilot you were often on the same flights with named Kevin. He was handsome and funny and easy to get along with, but that didnât end well, seeing how he got right to work hooking up with all the other flight attendants on his flights. You werenât sure if commitment in the form of officially being boyfriend and girlfriend was what you wanted with him, but you had gone out of your way to make sure you werenât sleeping around or seeing other people when the two of you got together. He didnât agree with that.
Before Kevin, there was another flight attendant you were often on the same flights as. Krystal was sweet and the two of you had grown close, but she wanted to keep your relationship a secret from everyone all of the time. You had known going into it that you were still in a time where people were weird about queer people, but you also didnât care that much. She did though, and ended up calling it off mostly due to paranoia.
Then there was the wealthy businessman, Jacob. He was an amazing guy and an even more amazing lay, but he wanted you to quit your job and move to Canada with him. This was a bit earlier in your career so you were nowhere near ready to abandon it all. He didnât like that and would get into huge fights with you about it until you finally broke it off.
There were other tries and fails, but the moral of the story is that dating was damn near impossible for you for most of your adult life. Now that youâre planning on finally settling somewhere, you need to get back onto the dating scene and stop lusting over someone you should not be drooling over.
Chan comes out of his room then, dressed and hair styled. Heâs clad in denim jeans and a white, long-sleeved shirt and somehow your eyes still sweep over him as if heâs still standing in front of you in a towel.Â
He doesnât seem to notice your ogling since he simply flashes you a wide smile and beckons you to follow him into the next room.
âSo, the apartment isnât anything too fancy. Weâve got the kitchen around the corner here; if you go through that door, thatâs the balcony. Thereâs a couple of chairs and a drying rack out there - nothing very interesting.â He points around the simple kitchen, gesturing to the sliding door next to the fridge leading to the balcony. Chan walks in front of you again to lead you back out into the living room and you canât help but catch a whiff of his cologne. The warm, woodsy scent makes you groan internally, and yet again, you need to check yourself.
He gestures to the living room, mentioning the entertainment center and their VHS collection. He mentions that your brother made a space for you under the sink in the bathroom for you to put some of your things. Chan points out the small closet next to the bathroom where they keep extra towels and linens and the washing machine which sits in a small nook next to that closet.
The room directly across from the bathroom belongs to Hansol, and when looking inside you see thatâs obvious. Posters line the walls and CDs and books are piled on the dark wood desk in the corner. Clothes are strewn about on the floor along with a few pairs of sneakers. Since the rest of the apartment is cleaned up, clearly Hansol reserves the mess for his own space.
The second room next to Hansolâs is Chanâs. He lets you poke your head in and youâre surprised at how neat it is, much like the main area of the apartment. Itâs safe to assume that Chan must be in charge of keeping things neat or at least keeping your notoriously messy brother in line.Â
The last room at the end of the hall is yours. It previously belonged to Seungkwan, another one of Hansolâs best friends and their former roommate. Itâs clean and neat, with a desk against the wall on one side and a made-up bed on the other. A dresser sits near the closet next to a full-length mirror. Otherwise, thereâs not much else in it.
âOh! Let me grab your bags! I shouldâve offered.â Chan ignores your protest telling him not to worry about it and goes to get your suitcases anyway.
He wheels them down the hall and into your room as you grab your backpack and purse and follow behind him.
âThanks, Chan.â He leaves your luggage by the door and smiles at you again.
âNo worries, Y/n,â Chan checks his watch before announcing that heâs about to leave. â If you need anything, Hansol should be back later this afternoon and I know he keeps the number to his work line on the fridge. Iâll probably be home in the evening, but otherwise, the apartment is yours since you live here now.â Chan waves at you as he leaves your room and you take a seat on the chair in front of the desk, listening as he collects his things and shouts another goodbye, closing, and locking the front door behind him.
The apartment is quiet when itâs just you and the temptation to sprawl out onto the bed and take a nap is so real, but instead, you force yourself up and out into the living room. You know that you should call your mom and let her know youâve landed, but you also know sheâll talk your ear off if she answers, and youâre not really in the mood for that.
Instead, you pick up the phone on the side table and call your childhood best friend Jinah, intending to coordinate a time to meet and catch up. When she doesnât answer you leave a message, letting her know this phone number and that youâve made it to Seoul. There are a few other friends you need to connect with, but that can wait until later.Â
For now, you decide that a hot shower is calling you. Admittedly, it takes a few minutes for you to figure out how the shower works, but when you do, youâre more than thankful for the opportunity to clear your head and finally relax. Youâve been frazzled and stressed for months leading up to quitting your career and moving back home, but now that itâs done and youâre here, you feel as though you get a little bit of breathing room.
You still have the matter of getting a new job, which Jinah will be helping you with, and eventually, you need to figure out where youâll move after youâre back on your feet since you donât plan on making staying with your brother permanent, but for now, the biggest hurdle of moving back across the globe has been crossed.Â
After your shower, you make note of how your stomach growls, but decide to get a little unpacking done first. You already know that if you donât at least start, your suitcases may sit in this room for days until you have the willpower to put things away. After digging your discman out of your backpack, you pop in an Aaliyah CD and get to work.Â
You only get as far as folding your underwear and bras and putting those in the dresser before youâre stretching out on the bed and telling yourself youâll only close your eyes for a moment before resuming.Â
Your head feels groggy when you open your eyes, sit up, and take in your surroundings. For a moment, you forget where you are, until you remember youâre in your new room in Seoul. Sun shines through the curtains covering your window and you spot your discman on the nightstand next to your head.Â
When you poke your head out of your room, you can hear soft sounds from the TV in the living room, but before you investigate, you take a detour to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
âLook whoâs returned to the land of the living!â Hansol greets you when you finally make your way into the living room. Heâs lounging on the couch, watching a variety show, but quickly gets up to pull you into a hug.
âHey, Sol. What time is it?â
âTen.â
âIn the morning?!â You blink at the window with the curtains drawn open, frowning at the sunlight coming into the room. âI got in at noon yesterday!â
Hansol chuckles as you plop onto the couch next to him. âYep. I tried to wake you when I got home yesterday, but you just grumbled at me and turned back over. I put your discman on the nightstand so you wouldnât knock it off or anything so youâre welcome.âÂ
âDamn, guess I was just that tired.â
âYeah, Chan tried to get you up too, but you didnât budge. He brought dinner home but not even food could get you up.â Hansol laughs, thankfully not noticing the way his words fluster you. The thought of Chan seeing you sprawled out on your bed, mouth likely open as you slept is embarrassing. You quickly have to remind yourself that he is your roommate so heâs bound to see you sleeping and to get over it.
âThat explains why it feels like thereâs a gaping hole in the pit of my stomach.â
âDonât worry, thereâs leftover pizza in the fridge for you. And Iâm sure thereâs some other stuff to tide you over until later.â
âWhereâs Chan now?â
âWork. Same place Iâm about to go. Itâs my turn for dinner tonight so Iâll bring chicken home with me.â
âUgh, I havenât had good fried chicken since I was in the States and we landed in Atlanta, Georgia for a while.â
âI got you. Thereâs a really good place not far from the apartment.â
âYouâre the best, Sol.â
âI know,â your brother boasts, getting off the couch to stretch.Â
âOh! Mom called last night for you. Sheâs pissed you didnât call her when you got here.â
Letting out a groan, you roll your eyes. âYeah, Iâm sure. I just didnât have it in me to listen to her tell me a story that Iâve probably already heard ten times. Iâll call her later after I finish unpacking. I already know sheâs gonna want me to come over.â
âOh, she does. She wants us both over tomorrow.â
âTomorrow?! She didnât even ask if that works!â
âShe didnât, but thatâs because she knows Iâm off work tomorrow and in her words, âitâs not like your sister has any obligations yet, so you can come over close to lunch.ââÂ
Hansolâs recounting of your momâs words forces another eye roll out of you, but youâll both be there and you already know it.
âIâm running to the bathroom then Iâll get ready to head out. Here, have fun.â He hands you the TV remote before disappearing into the bathroom.Â
Before you can get comfortable, you pull your tired body from the couch to grab leftovers and eat before your mom calls again, inevitably nagging you about not calling her earlier.
As expected when you settle back down to call, your mom picks up the phone on the first ring and spends the next ten minutes chastising you for not calling her when you landed. You apologize multiple times, assuring her that both you and Hansol will visit her tomorrow.Â
Also as expected she talks your ear off for about twenty minutes, giving you updates that you know sheâll tell you about again tomorrow. Thankfully, the mailman shows up in the middle of another story about the neighbor sheâs been having a holiday decoration war with for the last three years in a row so she lets you go, saying sheâs happy to see you tomorrow.
Jinah is next on your call list and she also picks up after a few rings, cheering as soon as she hears your voice, celebrating your arrival in Seoul.Â
âIâm so happy weâre in the same timezone again!â
âMe too. I donât even remember the last time we got to sit and chat.â
âI want to say it was when we were both in Spain last year. You had that day-long layover and I was out there for Fashion Week.â
âOh, youâre right! You met that guy at that mall we went to.â
âMmm, Ricky! He was so sweet. He still calls me sometimes. I donât always answer, but he tries.â Jinah giggles, no doubt at some memory of her and the model she easily picked up that day.
She shifts around on the other line. âOh damn, as much as I want to catch up with you babe, Iâm about to head out for a meeting. Can we meet up tomorrow?â
âYeah, if you can do it late in the afternoon? My mom wants me and Hansol to come over tomorrow. She already chewed my head off for not calling her when I got in.â
âOh, Mrs. Chwe. Well, after youâre done with family time, letâs meet up! Thereâs a new bakery that opened in Hongdae that I havenât tried yet. We can go together since itâs not too far from your parentsâ place.â
âPlease! I am craving a croissant actually.â Jinah tells you the address which you quickly write down, agreeing to meet tomorrow afternoon.
With that call over, you decide to finally bite the bullet and finish unpacking your things so you can stop thinking about it. It doesnât take very long, seeing how your whole life was packed away in two suitcases, a backpack, and a purse. You make a mental note to do some decoration shopping for your room once you have the funds and decide to reward yourself with TV time.Â
You didnât get to catch up on many shows always being on the go, so you plan to spend your time now getting in the know and watching as many reruns as you can catch. Among other things, not being in the sky for 90% of your time will offer you the opportunity to take things much slower. Youâre used to always either being on a plane, spending a few nights in hotels or short-term rental places, or rushing between all of these destinations, so you plan on doing the complete opposite with your new schedule now.
Youâre stretched out on the couch, enjoying an episode of one of the new dramas everyone around you has mentioned when you fall asleep again, your eyelids unable to concentrate for long.
You donât even realize youâve fallen asleep until you feel yourself being slightly shaken, your eyes cracking open to see Chan staring down at you. When your eyes finally adjust you get a better look at him and note how handsome he looks in his leather jacket and beanie. Why is that even the first thing you thought?
âHey, sleepyhead. Weâre home and we have dinner.â
âDinner?â
âYeah, fried chicken!â You sit up, groggily rubbing your eyes and you see Hansol coming into the living room, bag in hand.
You step away to freshen up, fixing your hair and splashing some water on your face. Your brother and Chan have already set up the chicken and beer on the coffee table, taking their seats on the floor around the table as Hansol flips through TV channels.
Plopping on the floor across from Chan, Hansol pulls a can of soda out of the bag next to you, sliding it over your way. You eagerly open it, thanking him for remembering your lack of enthusiasm about drinking, and grab a piece of chicken.
âSo, Y/n,â Chan starts, his full attention on you. âWhat brought you back to Seoul? When we talked about you moving in, Hansol told me you wanted to quit and move home, but I didnât ask why.âÂ
âI was just ready for something more stable, is all. Traveling the world is fun and I didnât hate my job - I met a ton of new and interesting people - but at some point, I just got tired of never having a true place that is mine. I mean, Iâve been doing this since I was twenty. There are only so many hotels and rental places a person can do until they get tired of the constant movement.â
âThat makes sense. When I went abroad during my first year of college I got super homesick so I ended up coming back. Some of our friends said I was lame for coming back, but I donât know, Iâve always loved Korea you know? Itâs where I grew up and I feel safe and secure here. I guess I just needed time away to decide what I wanted to do.â
You nod along, understanding what he means. You didnât know too much about Chan after you graduated and left Korea, so it was nice to learn a little more about him.
âI get that, I mean we see Iâm back now after all these years. Some people just gravitate back to where they came from.â
âYeah, I was just surprised when Hansol mentioned you coming back. I remember you being so excited after graduation because you knew what you wanted to do already and I know you just wanted to see something else other than here.â Chan smiles at you gently. The fact that he remembers how you were feeling after graduation is sweet to you.
âI was excited and I donât regret what I chose to do. It was fun but ended up not being my end-all-be-all, which is okay. But anyway, enough about me! Hansol told me that you own a dance studio?â
âOh, yeah. I took over my dadâs dance studio. Heâs still around, but I own it. Weâre talking about expanding and making it an actual dance company. People from all over Korea come to the studio, so if we can find more spaces and good instructors we can open another here and even abroad.â
âThatâs amazing, Chan! You always loved to dance. Iâm glad youâre able to do it full-time.â The tips of Chanâs ears redden at your compliment and he takes a long swig of his beer.Â
âThanks, Y/n.â
âOf course. I only hope that now that Iâm back I can find the next thing that I want to do. My friend Jinah, I donât know if you guys remember her, but sheâs going to get me a job at the modeling agency she works at. Itâll probably just be something in the office until I find something else or figure out my next move.â
âWell, youâve always been really smart and ambitious so Iâm sure youâll find something youâre good at now that youâre back.â
âThank you, Chan.â You feel your face heat up at his words.
The two of you seem to share a moment where you both glance down at your food, then back up at each other every few minutes.
Hansol suddenly clears his throat as if reminding you both that heâs sitting right in between you.
âThings at my job are going well thanks for asking.â
You both snap out of whatever that moment was and recover by asking Hansol how he likes his new responsibilities, recalling the raise he got recently at work. Hansolâs worked for the same newspaper company for the past four years and you know heâs done his best to gain a good reputation at the company and that he works hard.Â
You do your best to avoid the questioning look heâs passing between the two of you and instead take a big bite of the chicken wing in front of you.
âItâs good. I write movie reviews now which is cool. I get to see a bunch of movies that come out before the general public for free. Itâs much better than the random articles they had me working on before this promotion.â
âIâm proud of you, Sol.â You reach over to ruffle his hair with the hand not touching your food, ignoring the groan he lets out at the action. âMaybe one day you can bring your big sister to one of these early movie showings?â
âTch, good luck. He wonât even bring me,â Chan mumbles, taking another sip of beer.
âIâm watching movies for work, thank you very much.â Hansol rolls his eyes at the way that Chan sticks his tongue out at him playfully. âSpeaking of work, Y/n, make sure you let me know soon if Jinah canât get you into her company. We have some openings that popped up recently and Iâm sure I can get you in if you need it.â
âI will. Weâre gonna hang out tomorrow after we see Mom and Dad and Iâll ask her more about it then.â
The three of you spend the rest of dinner watching TV and spend more time catching up. Hansol talks about some upcoming articles he has to work on, Chan goes over more plans for expanding his fatherâs dance studio, and the men both question you about all the places youâve traveled to and everything you did as a flight attendant.Â
After dinner, you help clean up the trash before deciding to go to bed. Your internal clock is still readjusting to a semi-normal schedule, so you need at least a few more days before you can stay up later than 9 PM.
âGoodnight, guys,â You wave at the boys, heading down the hall into your room. Youâll take a shower in the morning - for now, you just want to rest.
Once youâre in your room, the door shut, Hansol eyes Chan as the man casts a few glimpses down the hall. He chuckles, getting his best friendâs attention.
âWhat?â
âYour crush is still showing, you know.â
Frowning, Chan looks between Hansol and the hallway before fixing his gaze on the TV.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Hansol scoffs at him but drops it. He knows Chan well enough to know when heâs lying through his teeth, but he wonât press it.
âWhatever you say, dude.â Hansol shrugs, announcing that heâs going to get ready for bed too. Chan stays in the living room, staring at the TV for a little while longer, but not taking in the show.
All he can think about is the fact that he is very much still into you and heâs never actually stopped. When Hansol brought up you moving in with them, he had no problem with it. Youâre his best friendâs sister who needs help, of course, he wouldnât say no. Chan figured that it would be nice to get to know you more as an adult since all of the knowledge he has of you is the person you were from middle school to high school and the things he hears Hansol or the Chwes say about what you are doing or where you are.
He knew it would be nice to catch up and spend time with you because youâve always gotten along and you were always nice to him. He hadnât expected his decade-old crush to creep back into his heart the moment he laid eyes on you, but it did. Chan doesnât know what to do with these feelings so for now, heâll squash them down the same way he has since he was ten. Heâs more than used to it by now.
âMy Y/n!âÂ
Itâs the first thing out of your momâs mouth when she opens the front door, sweeping you up into a hug. She rocks you back and forth telling you how much she missed you.
âWow, she never hugs me like that,â Hansol murmurs behind you as he steps inside and starts taking his shoes off.
âOh, hush Sollie! I saw you two weeks ago. I havenât seen your sister in two years!âÂ
She does end up reaching over to pull Hansol into a hug of his own, once she decides you can breathe again. Your stepdad follows a minute after, hugging you for a much more normal amount of time, but also makes sure to let you know heâs personally offended that you havenât been home in so long.
As anticipated, your mom has a full spread of food waiting on the table and ushers you and Hansol to sit and eat. Also as expected, she gives you the third degree, wanting to know about your work, your plans, and everything in between, which includes your nonexistent love life. You appease her and keep it short and simple: youâre hearing from Jinah soon about a position, you plan on doing that for at least the next year or two to save up enough money to move into a place of your own, and youâre single and have been for months.
This turns into an almost two-hour visit. If your parents arenât asking you about your travels or asking Hansol about his job, theyâre circling back to you and the fact that ânow that youâre home and getting situated, you can think about eventually settling down. Since youâre almost thirty.â
You keep to yourself that you have had pretty lackluster luck when it comes to dating overall, but your mom still finds opportunities to sprinkle in that she could ask around to her friends about whose sons may be single, and you tell her you donât need the help (even though you know sheâll likely do it anyway).Â
Eventually, you manage to get your parents to talk about themselves and get them to update you on things in the house theyâre fixing up, how your dad is doing at work, and some new crochet projects your mom is working on.
Even though they can smother you at times, you know they both do what they do out of love - especially your mom. You did miss your parents at the end of the day and they mean well. They love you and Hansol and have missed you terribly - the latter a fact that your mom made sure to reiterate over and over again.
Before you leave, your mom repeats how happy she is that youâre back home, especially in time for the holidays, and truthfully, so are you. You love holidays because you love decorating and you love all of the themed things that come with holidays. Hansol mentions that he and Chan have never really worried about decorating their apartment, which you immediately informed him will change this year. You plan on decorating the apartment for Halloween and will turn it into a winter wonderland come November. Your brother knows you well enough not to argue and simply laughs, shrugging and telling you to go crazy.
After you finally manage to escape from your parentsâ house, you and Hansol split up. Heâs going to meet up with some friends and will meet you at home later, he says. You take a cab for the short ride to the coffee shop you and Jinah are meeting at and you notice youâve arrived first when you donât see anyone that resembles her.
Youâve only sat down for less than a minute when she sweeps into the shop with her long coat, big sunglasses, and beanie. She slips the sunglasses down her nose and peers around before meeting your eyes. A smile breaks out across her red-painted lips and she rushes over to you. She looks as pretty as she did growing up and it warms your heart. It makes complete sense that sheâs such a prolific model now.
âY/n!â She says your name when making it to the table and pulling you into a hug.
âHey, Jinah! Itâs so good to see you!â
âYou too! Itâs been too long and I hate it.â She pouts at you as she moves to her seat, shedding her coat, and hanging it on the back of her chair.
âI know, I know. But Iâm here now.â
âYou are and youâre gonna get sick of seeing me so much! Especially, if you get a spot at the company! Iâm still waiting for my boss to get back to me about your resume.â
âUgh, I hope itâs soon. Iâm not picky about whatâs open honestly, I just need something.â
âWell you know Iâll call you as soon as I get some info. Iâm sure theyâll hire you. Iâm noted as your referral and everyone loves me there!â
Before you dive into more chit chat, you pause the conversation, wanting to order coffee. Jinah takes your order and goes to the counter herself, quickly coming back with two hot cups of caffeine.
âOkay, so no more work talk. How is it living with a couple of twenty-something boys after jetsetting all around the world?â
âNot so bad really. The apartment is surprisingly clean and put together. Me and Hansol have always been close, you know so itâs good so far. And Chan is cool - weâve always gotten along. He was always around growing up so Iâm used to having him in my space anyway. Heâs different now of course, but uh, yeah you know.â
You stumble, just slightly on your last sentence and something flashes in Jinahâs eyes, her perfectly waxed brows rising almost immediately. You forgot about the fact that no matter how long you two spend apart, sheâs still your best friend and she knows you almost as well as she knows herself.
âHeâs different?â Thereâs a tilt in her voice that you donât recall having in your words.
âI didnât say it like that!â
âYes, the hell you did! Heâs different how? All I remember about your brotherâs best friend is some skinny, big-headed kid that followed us around at school and whenever I was over your house.â
You bite your lip, assessing Jinah and if thereâs any way you can steer the conversation elsewhere.Â
No such luck arrives for you though as she sits there, unwavering as she patiently waits for you to tell her the truth. You already know she wonât leave it alone if you donât.
Begrudgingly, you give in, letting out a heavy sigh. âFine, whatever, heâs fucking hot now, okay?! Iâve only been there like three days and any time I run into him heâs nothing but polite and considerate. Heâs always been nice but heâs mature now. Itâs just so different.â
âHmph. So, you think heâs mature and polite and hot now? Got it.â She nods, taking a sip of her coffee, and swallowing slowly before speaking. âSo do you think youâll finally give him a chance?â
âAbsolutely not! Heâs younger than me and not only my brotherâs best fucking friend but weâre roommates now. The level of messiness went from 80% to 180% if something goes wrong between us.â
âYeah, but the chances of things going well also go from 80% to 180% too, right?â
âI donât think thatâs how it works.â
âBut youâre both adults! What does it matter? Do you think Hansol will care?â
âI donât know. But again, the main problem is if Chan and I only end up being a hookup or one of us wants something that the other doesnât then living with the man will be incredibly awkward, and once again, he and my brother are best friends. Things wonât only be awkward for us, but I donât want to drag Sol into that mess either. So itâs in everyoneâs best interest that I keep my mouth and my legs closed and donât even think about trying anything with Chan.â
Jinah hums and clearly disagrees but she doesnât press it. Not that she has to because just like she knows you, you know her, and you know she has so many objections rattling around in her head.
âAnyway, time to hear about you! Tell me about your love life! Is it busy? Are you seeing anyone? Are you sleeping with anyone? I want to know everything about Im Jinahâs romantic endeavors.â
Your best friend clicks her tongue at you, noticing the obvious conversation redirect, but she obliges. She talks about a guy sheâs mentioned to you before that she works with that sheâs been on a few dates with. As an aside, she mentions that there are plenty of hot, single people at her company that youâll run into, but you wave that part off.
She mentions that she needs to go shopping this upcoming weekend for a Halloween costume for a party a friend of hers is throwing at the end of October. She also addsthat you too, will be going to said party with her.
âI am?â
âYou are. So, this weekend weâll be getting costumes. A guy Iâve done a ton of ads and shoots with has a party every year and youâll be my plus one! Heâs super nice and pretty wealthy so his place is really nice.â
You do love Halloween and you havenât really gotten to do much to celebrate it the last handful of years, so you agree to go, even though you knew she wouldâve hounded you about going for days anyway. You saved both of you some trouble.
On the topic of Christmas, the two of you get caught up in talking about needing to figure out what to get people and when to go shopping to get ahead of it. You easily fall into conversation with your best friend, your subject changing every few minutes as you laugh and properly get caught up until youâve both got two empty coffee cups each.
Eventually, Jinah glances at her watch and curses.Â
âDamn, Iâve got another meeting to run to. My manager and I have been meeting with a few magazines for some last-minute holiday ads they want to shoot for. âIâll be sure to badger her about any news on your resume okay?â
You and Jinah exchange your goodbyes and you promise to chat in a few days if you donât hear from her sooner. Even though sheâs busy, she cites sheâll still be sure to make time for the two of you to hang out more. You both walk out of the shop together and with a goodbye hug, you both go your separate ways. Her to grab a taxi and you to the train station to head back home.
Chan really thought he was done with big life revelations. His last and biggest was deciding that college and a traditional degree werenât what he wanted. After that, a bunch of smaller decisions hit him but no combination of realizations, big or small, couldâve prepared him for the fact that heâs still hopelessly in love with the same girl for the last almost fifteen years.
But seeing you again was like someone doused him with a gallon of cold water to the face. Shocking and jarring and nothing couldâve prepared him. Not for the way his eyes almost bugged out of his head upon seeing you again after what felt like far too long or the way his palms got sweaty just being close to you, even though he had just finished a shower before seeing you.
Chan was so sure that he was over you. Heâs had plenty of partners over the years. Some serious and some not so much, but he doesnât think heâs ever compared any of those people to you. Itâs been years so surely he isnât still hung up on his best friendâs older sister.
Unfortunately for him, that is exactly what he is and heâs not sure what to do with this information. A tiny voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him heâs a loser for not being over his childhood crush who has never reciprocated the feelings anyway. Never once have you made any indication that you thought of Chan the same, so itâs not as though youâre going to magically do it nowâŚright?
His mind is so wrapped up in you that he keeps fumbling with the moves he practices at work in preparation for a dance class in a few days. He lets out another frustrated huff as he watches himself in the mirror trip over his feet yet again.
Chanâs close friend and co-choreographer at the studio walks over to the boombox at the side of the room, cutting off the music and staring him down.
âOkay, whereâs your head, Chan?â Soonyoung looks at him pointedly. âYouâve been distracted since you get here and keep fucking up.â He waits for an answer, hands on his hips.Â
Chan hesitates for a moment, wondering if he wants to repeat his early years - where he would tell anyone who would listen that he was in love with Y/n Chwe. This is different though, this is his friend checking on him so he decides to tell Soonyoung.
âThe girl Iâve loved since I was ten is back in town.â
âOkay?â
âAnd I still love her.â
âAnd? Youâre both adults now so you can do something about it right?â
âAnd sheâs living with me. Weâre roommates now.â
âAnd?â Soonyoung rolls his eyes, still not seeing too much of an issue with this.
âShe, uh, sheâs Hansolâs sister.â
Soonyoung cocks his head to the side in thought. âOkayâŚwell whatâs the problem? Hansol is super chill. Do you think heâll be mad about it?â
âI donât know. I know Hansol more than almost anybody, but for some reason, Iâm still really stressed about how heâll react.â
âYou could always ask him?â Soonyoung tries, offering Chan a bottle of water from the cooler across the room.
âI donât know. I mean, even if I do and heâs okay with it, what if I ask her out and she says no? She had never liked me like that when we were young. I was always just her brotherâs snot-nosed best friend.â
âI get being worried about that, but youâre grown now. Maybe things can be different?â
âYeah, but if she turns me down, I donât want to make things awkward for us all living together. And even if I am in some bizarre universe where she is into me too, I could very well fuck this up and sheâll want nothing to do with me and weâll break up and itâll still be awkward and then Hansol could not want to be my friend anymore or want me to move out and then what?â Chan ends his rant with a grunt, sliding against the mirror until he plops onto the hardwood floor. Soonyoung comes over and joins him, sitting cross-legged next to his friend.
âThis has really been on your mind huh?â
âHard for it not to be when she is as beautiful as always and sleeping in the room right next to me now.â
âWell, even though Iâve never been through something like this, my advice? Maybe try to just take it slow. Hang out with her more, test the waters, and see if she reciprocates. If so, then either keep getting closer or ask her out and go from there. Whatâs the point in constant what-ifs you know? Maybe youâre getting a second chance now that youâre both adults and in good places in your life. And sure you might fuck it up, but you also might not. Youâll never know if you donât try.â Soonyoung shrugs, taking a gulp of water.
Chan side-eyes his friend, genuinely surprised at his words.Â
âSince when did you turn into a relationship expert with actual good advice?â
Soonyoung chokes on his water, coughing loudly to recover. âWhat do you mean actual good advice?! I give good advice all the time!â
âTsk, just like that so-called, good advice you gave me that one time we went to the club and you told me I should start a dance battle with that girl that was flirting with me?â
The man looks genuinely offended, hand flying to his chest in surprise.Â
âFirst of all, I was drunk! Second of all, that was a good idea. She said she liked dancers!â
âYeah, but I think she meant slow, sensual dancing like we had been doing all night before you swooped in with your so-called, good advice.â
âWhatever! Donât take my advice and pine over this woman for another decade. Just decide so you can stop fucking up this dance!â Soonyoung pushes him over, making him land on his side, but the push is more playful than anything.
While Soonyoung may not have a great track record of steering Chan in the right direction, he mulls it over for the rest of the day after getting back to practicing. He ultimately decides that maybe Soonyoung is right. He wonât do anything weird or out of the ordinary. Heâll just be himself and try to spend more time with you and hopefully be able to show you the real him. The him thatâs a mid-twenties career man with a plan and a future, whoâs much more mature than from when you used to know him.Â
If heâs lucky, he wonât make a fool out of himself and if youâre not into him still, youâll at least let him down gently. If heâs super lucky, youâll feel the same way about him and heâll finally get to call you his.
Heâs not going to hold his breath, but heâll regret it once again if he doesnât at least try with you, unlike he failed to do when he was young and dumb.
Getting the call three days later from Jinah that you got a job at her agency was the best news youâve gotten in a very long time. Her boss manages to get you a role in their travel department. Youâd be working with the assistants of the models to help get their travel booked, manage their transportation, and help arrange all things travel related. While you donât have any office experience, your flight attendant experience seems to be enough to get you into the role and you werenât about to argue with that.
As soon as you start, you consider yourself lucky that you seem to fall into the team youâre on easily. Itâs not difficult to get comfortable and find your place which makes getting settled all that much simpler. Plus, the pay is decent, and even a little more than what you previously made, so you canât complain about that.
Jinah uses the Halloween party she told you about as an excuse to go out with you again and an excuse to celebrate your job. Hansol and Chan had already gotten you a small cake to celebrate which was extremely sweet, so you donât mind celebrating with Jinah.Â
The cake, you learn in passing from Hansol, was Chanâs idea. Itâs only one thing on the long list of ways that Chan has succeeded in getting closer to you over the weeks that it takes you to get settled in. Youâve spent time with Chan as a kid when he was around all the time, but you really get the chance to know him now that youâre adults living together.
You learn most, if not all of his likes and dislikes. His favorite colors, favorite foods, movies he likes, and celebrities he canât stand (his one-sided rivalry with Lee Byunghun is especially funny to you since he also compliments his acting whenever one of his movies is on). Heâs constantly making you laugh, always asking how your day was when you see each other in the evenings, and he always says good morning and asks how you slept when you get up for the day. On nights when he has to get dinner for you all, he always asks if thereâs any food you're craving because he promises heâll pick it up or make it (and he always does every time).Â
On the weekends, when youâre home relaxing and sleeping in, and if he works, he has started to call home often and ask if you need him to grab anything on the way home, be it medicine, food, a video rental, or anything in between. Chan makes it a habit to check in with you even more than your brother, which Hansol calls out one night over dinner. Chanâs cheeks go red and he throws a wayward shrimp at his best friend but doesnât deny it, citing that he just wants to help you be comfortable.
If he isnât checking on you or buying you small things, heâs making sure your laundry is washed if heâs doing his and that your favorite mug (the yellow one with the fried eggs print all over it) is always washed. He makes sure your favorite snacks are in the apartment and that youâre never without anything you need - even finding out your preferred brand of tampons and pads and wordlessly getting them for you.
By the time the end of October rolls around, youâve been living with Chan and your brother for a month and your feelings for Chan are only growing, much to your utter dismay. You donât want to like him, for the multitude of reasons youâve already outlined in your head and to Jinah, but he makes it damn near impossible. If heâs not being the most sweet and polite man youâve ever been around, heâs walking around the apartment shirtless from time to time or coming back from the gym or work sweaty and flushed with his arms on display.
He constantly treats you like a true gentleman would, carrying groceries for you and doing any heavy lifting around the apartment that comes up. It may be the bare minimum, but Chan treats you better as someone youâre not dating than anyone you actually have dated. Youâre in a constant battle between your coochie and your heart about your array of feelings for Lee Chan and itâs only serving to drive you crazier each day.Â
On the night of Halloween, when Jinah is in your room with you getting ready for her friendâs party, she teases that Chan may not be able to hold himself back when he sees you.
âI donât know, Y/n. Your ass does look really good in this jumpsuit.â You admire your figure in your mirror, admiring how the soft yet clingy fabric does, in fact, do your ass justice.
You and Jinah decided to go with a theme for your costumes. Sheâs going as an angel, complete with a white mini-dress, wings, and a halo. You went with a devil, the red, clingy jumpsuit you wear hugs every part of your body that youâd wanna show off and the zipper in the front is open just enough to accentuate your cleavage. The horns attached to the headband on your head sit comfortably and are the finishing touch.
Yes, youâre not supposed to want Chan to like you because itâll make it that much harder for you, but you donât mind the idea of him looking.
âReady?â You ask when youâre finally done with your makeup, making sure your red lipstick is perfect.
âYep! Let me call a car for us!â You and Jinah leave your room and she fishes her Nokia from her white bag.Â
When you step into the living room, you nearly trip over your feet upon seeing Chan lounging on the couch, flipping through TV channels. You know he and Hansol are also going out tonight to their friend Junhuiâs Halloween party, but you hadnât discussed your costumes.Â
His black t-shirt is as tight as your jumpsuit is and displays every muscle and ripple in his arms and chest and you even swear you can make out the faint outline of his abs. The black pants he wears are baggy since heâs dressed as a firefighter, but the fabric stretches over his thighs as he spreads his legs, and the suspenders that keep those pants up stir something feral within you. It takes every ounce of willpower not to go over and mount yourself in his lap right then and there.
Chan notices you both come in and hurries to sit up, making room on the couch for you. He seems to take notice of your costume and you watch as his eyes sweep over you from head to toe, unabashed and almost forgetting (or uncaring) that you can see him checking you out.
âHey! You, uh, you look amazing.â He blurts, eyes still locked onto you. Jinah clears her voice from next to you and Chan seems to then remember that someone else is in the room. âEr, ah, you both do!â He adds, eyes flickering to your best friend who just snorts.
âThanks, Chan. Our ride is here though, so I do have to steal her away now.â
âAh, okay. Sure. Iâll see you later tonight, Y/n. Have fun and you both stay safe, okay?â
You nod, telling him to do the same. You catch sight of your brother as you and Jinah are on your way to the door. His Ghostface robe drags on the carpet as he comes down the hall.
Once you and Jinah slide into the car, and she gives the driver the address, she gives you a look.
âDonât,â you say, stopping her before she can say what you already know she will.
âWhat?â
âWhat do you mean, âwhatâ?â
âDonât say it.â
âDonât say what? That Chan got real-time tunnel vision checking you out in your costume and that he forgot I was even in the room.â
âYes, that! Donât say that!â
She shrugs, reaching into her bag and pulling out her compact to check her reflection.
âOkay. I wonât say it. I donât really need to since you know.â
You did, of course, you did. You could feel the heat in his gaze when he looked at you, but you remind yourself that you canât do anything more than look. Maybe if youâre lucky, someone at this party can distract you.
Truth be told, when you longed for someone at this party to distract you from Chan, you were only putting it into the universe and just keeping your fingers crossed. You didnât think youâd actually find someone else to catch your interest. You didnât anticipate that Jinahâs model friend that owns the large, expertly decorated house would take an interest in you, and yet he did the moment you met him.
âMinhyuk, this is my best friend, Y/n! Y/n, this is Lee Minhyuk. Y/n just moved back to Seoul after traveling for work.â
Minhyuk wastes no time in bowing to you before grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the top of it.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. Any friend of Jinah is a friend of mine.â The handsome man smiles widely at you, making you swoon on the spot. âEspecially a friend as stunning as you.â
One look at this buff, beautiful man with perfect hair, perfect teeth, and a perfect face and youâre not surprised in the slightest that heâs a model. Youâre sure he can get any woman that he wants and that his charms work on anyone he flashes a brilliant smile to. Youâre annoyed that heâs having the same effect on you the more he talks to you and stays by your side for the first hour of the party. You chalk it up to having been single for so long and on your repressed desire for Chan, but you let Minhyuk flirt with you and drape his arm over your shoulder as he asks you about your flight attendant days.
Jinah stays with you both for a while after introducing you, but when it seems obvious that Minhyuk is making heart eyes at you, she excuses the two of you momentarily, pulling you aside.
âHey, are you okay?!â She says as best as she can in your ear. The music from the sound system in the next room is quieter in the dining room youâre standing in, but is still turned up to a booming volume.
âYeah, Iâm good!â
âYou sure? Heâs hitting on you pretty hard. Heâs a good guy but say the word and weâre out of here.â You mull your next words and decisions over, ultimately deciding to stay and see where things go with Minhyuk. You had asked the universe for a distraction on your way and here it is so why pass it up?
âIâm sure. If I need you or want out, Iâll tell you.â Jinah gives you another firm look before relenting and going with you back to Minhyukâs side.
An hour later Minhyuk offers to show you around his house. Jinah stares at you, trying to gauge your reaction. Youâre sure this will end up with the two of you somewhere in this house, presumably naked, but you decide thatâs exactly what you need.
Minhyuk keeps his arm draped over your shoulders as she gives you a tour of his house, avoiding all of the drunken party goers and horny couples making out as you go. Almost every room in his house has people packed into it. His den, his game room, his second living room, and all four of his guest rooms. The only room that has no one else in it is his bedroom which is where you ultimately end up.
âYour house is very fancy,â you compliment, looking around his bedroom. The bed is bigger than even some of the hotel beds youâve slept in. The duvet is soft under your palms as you sit on the edge and lean back on your hands. Art hangs on the walls and he has two dressers that you can see. You canât see into the bathroom across the room, but the tub you catch sight of has to be able to fit at least four people.
âThank you, Iâm glad you like it. Howâs the bed?â Minhyuk smirks at you from across the room, leaning against a tall dresser. The scrubs of his doctor costume are standard, save for the fact that the top is sleeveless. He crosses his arms and you see how every muscle flexes and twitches under his tan skin
âMmm, itâs pretty soft. Your duvet is nice.â You cross and uncross your legs, watching as the model follows your movements with his eyes.Â
âYeah? The sheets are even better.â
âYou donât say?â
âYeah. Theyâre real silk. And temperature controlled so theyâre the perfect coolness and wonât make you hot.â As he speaks he stalks towards you, tossing aside the surgical mask that has been hanging under his chin since you met him.
âOh? They sound expensive.â
âThey are. And they feel like a cloud. Wanna feel them?â Minhyuk is standing in front of you now, his knee resting against the edge of the bed between your legs, waiting for your next words.
You donât leave him waiting for long, as you breathe out an âIâd love to,â and he immediately bends forward, hands grabbing your face to pull you into a heated kiss. Your hands reach out to grasp at his arms, nails lightly digging into the firm flesh.
Minhyuk grunts into your mouth, fully climbing onto the bed to hover over your body. One hand stays on your cheek while the other travels down your body, grabbing and squeezing as he settles on your hip.Â
His tongue slips into your mouth when you separate your lips to take in a breath. Your bodies move together as you shuffle backward up the bed a little, giving him more room to drape his body over yours and kneel between your legs. He presses his pelvis forward, the movement causing him to brush against you, the clothed tip of his hardening length grazing your crotch.
The sensation makes him groan and pause for a moment, his tongue and body stilling. A jolt of confidence rushes over you, making you shift underneath him and flip him onto his side. You quickly push him all the way onto his back and crawl into his lap.
âMmm maybe I like this view more than you under me,â he mumbles, admiring the new position. He only gets a moment to take it in before youâre leaning down to kiss him again, your fingers brushing through his dark hair. Minhyukâs hands move down your back to grip your ass.
Your make out session lasts for a few minutes, your mind finally slipping away from everything else that has been tumbling around in your brain. At some point, Minhyuk pulls away with a gasp and quickly peels his top off, tossing it aside before leaning back and letting you ogle him.
Your mouth drops at the sight of him, all chiseled muscle and rippling abs. You gawk for only a moment before your brain decides to remind you of the way that Chan looks without a shirt. Heâs also muscular but in a much softer way. Chanâs abs are lightly defined and his pecs are still visible. You also always find your way back to thinking of that day when he had just gotten out of the shower, of the small happy trail that runs down, down, down to where you canât see. You wonder how soft that dusting of hair is.
Minhyuk momentarily pushes away your Chan imagery when he reaches up to grab your face to pull you back down to kiss him again. Your hands stretch out to steady yourself, finding purchase on his biceps. The hard muscles twitch under your fingers and you squeeze in return. Immediately, youâre reminded of how soft Chanâs biceps and arms are.Â
A week ago the two of you had run into each other in the hallway of the apartment. You were leaving when he was rounding the corner, coming back from the gym. He had a tank top on and when he appeared in front of you, you both jumped, yelping in surprise. You had reached your hands out by instinct, with the intention of doing what youâre not sure, but when you noticed it was Chan at the last minute your hands unfurled from fists and gripped his arms to steady yourself.Â
His arms were built, but still so soft and smooth under your hands. That feeling has stayed with you even now as you think about Chan and his arms while another man is kissing your neck.
All of a sudden, you wonder what it would feel like if Chan was the one that was under you and if he was the one whose lips were pressing kisses on your throat instead.
Minhyukâs fingers walk their way to the front of your jumpsuit and he flicks at the zipper that keeps your outfit secure. Before he has a chance to unzip it, his bedroom door bursts open and a woman stands in the doorway, yelling his name angrily.
The intrusion makes you jump, jerking too far back and toppling backward onto the floor.
âShit, Y/n! You okay?!â Minhyuk jumps up and offers you his hand, being nice enough to at least check on you.
âMinhyuk, what the fuck?!â The woman screeches again, stomping over to him and shoving his chest. âIâve been walking around this stupid party looking for you for like half an hour! You invited me tonight just to run off and fuck someone else?!âÂ
âHyoseong, Iâm sorry, I-â Hyoseong cuts him off by shoving him backward, making him lose his balance and fall back onto the bed. Heâs too close to the corner of the bed though, because he keeps going and falls back off the side, yelping the whole time.
Hyoseong smirks, satisfied as she watches him before turning her gaze to you still standing there awkwardly. The flame in her eyes diminishes and is replaced with concern.Â
âHeâs not worth it, I promise. All he knows how to do is fuck every girl he looks at and lead you on!â She screams that last part at him before turning and storming back out of the room.Â
Embarrassment is written all over Minhyukâs face as he scrambles up and gives you a sheepish smile. He opens his mouth to say something, but you speak first.
âDonât even try it.â You stick your palm out at him, stopping him from responding.
He listens, not saying anything as you leave the room and beeline back downstairs in search of Jinah. You find her in the kitchen talking to a few other girls and when she sees you, she immediately rushes over to you, worry written all over her face. You reassure her that youâre okay and tell her about Hyoseong and she gasps.
âFuck, I thought they broke up! Ugh, Y/n, Iâm so sorry. Iâll go kick his ass right now!â She looks over your shoulder for him, but you stop her. This is clearly a story youâll have to ask her about on another day. Right now, all you want to do is go home, shower, and flop into bed.
She doesnât let you convince her to stay and have fun and is already calling a car for you both. You ride together and you tell her what was going through your head when you were hooking up with Minhyuk and she just nods, letting you pour out your garbled thoughts.
Of course, her response is to act on these feelings, but you quickly shut that down, reminding her of the list of reasons that you cannot act on said feelings. As sheâs gotten accustomed to doing, she rolls her eyes and tells you that youâre thinking too much into this.
The conversation dies when you pull up at home, thanking her for the ride and hurrying out before she can keep bringing it up.
Chan is fucked. Thatâs all he thinks when he and Hansol get to Junhuiâs party. Ever since you left, all that his brain plays on a loop is you in that red jumpsuit. It is long sleeved and the bottom of the pants are flared, but the fabric hugs you in every way imaginable. The only things he wanted to look at was the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, and the way it framed your ass as you left.Â
He knows that the image of you in that costume is all heâll think about for not only the rest of the night but quite possibly for the rest of his life. He did his very best not to make it obvious he was checking you out, but in his defense, he swears he also saw your eyes stay too long on his chest and his thighs.Â
As the month has ticked by living with you, Chan has only fallen for you even more than he thought was possible. Everything you do and say makes his heart race. Every time he sees you, he wants to hold and kiss you, no matter what time of day it is. You look just as beautiful waking up as you do going to sleep.Â
Heâs whipped and he hasnât even told you that heâs still in love with you.
He knows he only has eyes for you because he spends the first hour of the party talking with his friends and sipping on a drink, but he still keeps going back to you in his mind. He knows he is especially hopeless when a cute girl approaches him and asks him to dance. He forgets her name as soon as she says it (Yerim maybe?) and even though she looks incredibly sexy in her little black dress and cat ears, the only thing Chan can see is you when he closes his eyes.
Even when she drags him to the living room to dance and presses her body close to his, he wishes it was you that was rubbing your ass against his crotch. Chan wonders what youâre doing right now and if youâre dancing with someone else just like this. He beats himself up at the thought, chiding himself for not asking you to come to this party instead or even to stop by after the one youâre at now. Even though Jinah asked you to her friendâs party first, he still shouldâve brought it up, but he was too nervous youâd turn him down. He hates the idea of you looking that stunning and having other people look at you or touch you. He wants you so bad, in any way youâll have him, and he doesnât care how pathetic that sounds.
The cat girl seems to take notice that Chan is distracted as his arms lay limp on her hips. She turns around, draping her arms around his neck and pressing her tits against his chest. Her wide brown eyes blink up at him and her black painted lips curl up in a smile. Sheâs really cute, Chan can admit - like really cute - but sheâs also not you. Before he can think anymore, sheâs on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on his lips.Â
Any other time, he doesnât think heâd turn down a cute girl that is so obviously into him and he certainly wouldnât turn away from a kiss, but this time is different. This time, Chan only thinks of you and wishes this was you. Thatâs why he doesnât make much effort to kiss her back. Not a single spark pops between him and the cat girl. She quickly gets tired of his lack of enthusiasm, soon pulling away and turning in a huff to leave him standing in the middle of the living room.Â
Chan watches her go, his eyes looking around the room and it hits him how much he doesnât actually want to be here. Heâd much rather be back at home, sitting on the couch with you watching late night sitcoms like the two of you have fallen into the habit of doing.Â
Heâs only at the party for a couple of hours, before he finds Hansol in the kitchen, letting him know that he doesnât feel very party-like anymore and decides to go home. Hansol is right in the middle of racing with their friend Seokmin, trying to shotgun a beer faster than him, but when he wins, he gives Chan his attention.
âAre you sure? You want me to go with you?â
âNah, Iâm good. Stay. Iâm just gonna shower and probably chill.â
âAlright, dude. Can you just keep an eye out for Y/n when you get back?â
Hansol doesnât have to ask twice. Even if he hadnât asked once, Chan wouldâve looked out for you anyway. Itâs why after heâs showered and gotten a snack, he goes to the couch instead of his bed. He assumes you wonât be home until itâs late, but if heâs lucky heâll catch a glimpse of you before you go to bed and will make sure youâre safe.
Heâll also get one more look at your costume which isnât as important as making sure youâre safe, but itâs absolutely something heâs looking forward to.
When you get home, youâre surprised to see that the TV in the living room is on. When you round the corner you see Chan sitting on the couch, under a blanket with popcorn in hand and eyes wide in surprise at seeing you.
âHey, Y/n! Youâre home early.â
âYeah, I wasnât really feeling like being at a party anymore. Too people-y. Iâm surprised youâre here though.â
Chan shrugs, âI guess I wasnât feeling like being at a party either.â
You hum, glancing at the space on the couch he makes for you. âIâm gonna shower and put on my pajamas. Mind if I hang out here with you when Iâm done? Iâm not that tired yet.â
âYeah! I mean, uh, yeah of course you can.â He clears his throat, eyes still flickering between you and the TV.
âGreat. Iâll be quick and then we can watch a movie?â Chan nods and shamelessly watches you go when you hurry down the hall and into the bathroom.Â
You remove your makeup and shower faster than you think you ever have, eager to spend the evening with Chan.
Once your most comfortable pajamas are on, you join him, plopping next to him on the couch.Â
âSo, whatâre we watching?â
âScream?â
âOh, yes! Both of them?â
âSure.âÂ
Chan starts the movie already in the VCR and passes you the bowl in his hands which you eagerly accept. As the movie goes on, you both start on your respective sides of the couch. It isnât until youâre halfway through the first movie that you have half a mind to notice that your leg brushes against Chanâs each time you adjust. At first, you jump at the contact, and he seems to as well, both of you shifting away embarrassedly.
That only lasts for a small amount of time though, because by the end of the movie, youâre both close again and the bowl of popcorn youâve been sharing is empty. After Chan gets up and puts in the second movie, he comes back to the couch and sits down, this time close enough that your thighs touch and neither of you moves.
You continue to stay close to one another as you watch the movie and eventually, youâre so close that youâre practically cuddling. Youâre not, but you may as well. Seeing how at some point, you end up falling asleep with your head on Chanâs shoulder and his arm draped around your waist.
You only know this to be the case when youâre woken up sometime later, Hansolâs voice rousing you out of your sleep. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Ghostface staring down at you, causing you to scream, jolting into Chanâs lap and making the man jolt awake too. His eyes meet Ghostface standing in front of you both, also making him shriek and grasp onto you for protection.
Hansol lets out a chuckle, and lifts the mask, taking in the terror written on his roommatesâ faces.Â
âItâs just me.â
âJesus, Sol! You couldâve taken the damn mask off before you scared the shit out of us.â
You toss a pillow at him, hitting him in the gut, but he doesn't flinch.Â
âNah this was more fun.â He dodges the second pillow that Chan tries to smack him with and says goodnight to you both as he sprints down the hall.
Once heâs gone, you both realize that youâre still partially in Chanâs lap and he still has an arm around you. You sit up quickly, sharing an awkward laugh with him as you get up, announcing that youâll start to clean up. Chan helps and you tidy up the living room and cut the TV off, refolding the blanket you shared and saying goodnight before you go your separate ways to your rooms.Â
Your words are awkward, but neither of you can get over how warm and right it felt being so close. You tell yourself to forget it as you get into bed, reminding yourself that you canât do that again.
Meanwhile, Chan canât help but wonder if youâre thinking about him too, just like heâs thinking about you and the way you smell and how much he wants to hold you like that again one day.
Heâs not sure if thatâll be a reality for him, but he can only hope so.
November is halfway over when you think that maybe you can finally, fully and unabashedly admit that you like Lee Chan. After Halloween night when you fell asleep together, youâve only been spending more time with him and getting to know more about him. The problem is, the more you get to know Chan, the more youâre unable to ignore the rapidly growing crush on him.
You want to date him and have sex with him and kiss him. You want to hold his hand when you're grocery shopping or if youâre both in the same room. You want to hug him when youâre sitting next to each other on the couch or on the floor. You want to sleep in the same bed with him, cuddle against his chest, and wake up next to him the following morning.
You admit this to Jinah one day over lunch and she isnât the least bit surprised. Sheâs stopped being so enthusiastic about you admitting your feelings for and to Chan, but you already know thatâs what she wants to tell you to do whenever you talk about him or she sees you looking at him if youâre all in the same room.
It gets worse when you and Chan spend a day together decorating the apartment for Christmas. He helps you get the tree - a small plastic, realistic looking one since none of you want to deal with the work of a real one - decorate it, and hang up other decorations around the apartment. It all feels so incredibly domestic, similar to all of the cheesy rom coms youâve had to watch on long flights around this time of year. Of course Hansol is there helping too, but he doesnât seem to get in between the two of you when you stand too close or reach for the same ornaments.Â
Well, itâs more likely that he literally doesnât even notice, but itâs still very cozy and special nonetheless.Â
Either way, Chan only continues to prove himself as the sweetest, most caring man youâve ever been around and itâs only serving to stoke the fire that is your feelings for him. It was getting harder and harder to separate those feelings until you simply canât deny them anymore.Â
Youâre not alone in this want and desire. Every day that Chan has to see you and spend time with you, he only falls for you more. He thought his feelings were rough to grapple with when he was a kid, but this is different. Now that heâs spent so much time with you as adults, getting to know any and everything about you, it only cements his love for you into his heart.
This only makes things harder for him. Heâs been trying to take Soonyoungâs advice and show more of the true him to you and he canât tell if itâs working or not. You seem to enjoy being around him and he knows that at times heâs seen your eyes stray over his body. Itâs not enough to make him brave enough to make any moves yet, but he thinks about it constantly. What if heâs reading the signals wrong? What if youâre just really nice and a good roommate and you donât feel anything remotely romantic for him?
Itâs that doubt and fear that has him keeping his mouth shut. Instead, he just constantly thinks about every part of you that he likes (which is everything, to be honest). He thinks about how pretty you are and how soft your skin is. Heâs been lucky enough to accidentally knock into you or brush arms or thighs on occasion and every time he feels electricity throughout his body. He constantly thinks about how good you smell and how he can rank a list of all of his favorite outfits that you own. He thinks about your smile and your laugh and the way your expressions change when you experience different emotions.
Lee Chan is in love with you. Always has been and at this rate, probably always will be. He wants to be with you in every way possible. Youâre always on his mind, but when heâs in bed, with only a single wall separating you both, he canât help but think of other things that he likes about you.
Like how pretty your lips are when he sees you wrap them around a bottle or lick stray food from your fingers. Or how tempting your legs look when the heat in the apartment is a little too warm and you wear small sleep shorts. Or even the sound of your voice when you talk to him. He can imagine so easily how soft and breathy your voice could sound while you say his name if he was between your legs in either your bed or his.
Chan thinks about all of these things so much more when he wraps his hand around his aching cock and jerks off, wishing that it was your hand, or mouth, or pussy around him instead. He thinks about how much heâd love to watch you fall apart for him and only him.Â
When he cums all over himself with a whisper of your name on his lips, he starts to feel a little guilty for thinking of you like this but reminds himself that itâs just fantasies and heâs not acting on anything.
Little does he know that you want him to act on all of those things and more. Heâs on your mind most nights too and you canât help but slip your fingers between your legs. You think about his laugh and his wonderful smile and how high pitched his moans probably are and how stunning you know heâd look under you while you ride him. When your fingers are buried inside of yourself knuckle deep, you want so badly for it to be him and his fingers or his cock.Â
You have similar conflicting feelings after you fall apart, biting down on your lip to stop from crying his name. Guilt washes over you after the orgasm haze lifts and you scold yourself for thinking of him like this when you specifically tell yourself not to. That lasts for a bit until you remind yourself that itâs not like you can act on any of these fantasies so theyâre better off as just that.
It's Thursday when snow starts to fall and cover the city of Seoul. You donât mind too much. You canât remember the last time you were in a place where youâd have the potential of a snowy Christmas, so you werenât complaining too much.
Saturday is when the snow stops and sits on the ground like a fresh blanket. Your original plan is to lounge around the apartment and enjoy a day of nothing, the book youâve been meaning to finish in hand when the phone rings. Your plans are rerouted when Hansol announces that youâre all going ice skating. Seungkwan and his partner want to go to the new outdoor skating rink that recently opened, but they want to invite all of you. Youâre prepared to turn down the invitation because youâre cozy and you donât even know how to skate, until Chan, whoâs on the couch next to you playing his Game Boy, looks up and nods. He gives you a sidelong glance to see what your answer will be. The excited look on his face is enough for you to agree.
Half an hour later the three of you are in Hansolâs car and driving to the rink. Seungkwan and his partner are there when you arrive along with their other friend Seokmin who you recognize a little but from high school. Everyone eagerly lines up at the booth to get their rental skates and you lag behind. Chan notices and moves to stand next to you, asking if youâre okay.
âIâm fine I just, I donât actually know how to skate.â
âWait, really? Why didnât you mention that earlier?â
You shrug, taking a step as the line moves. âI donât know. Everyone seemed excited to come so I didnât wanna ruin it.â Thatâs partially true. You also just wanted to spend time with him, but you keep that to yourself.
âWell donât worry, Iâll help you.â
âAh, you donât have to-âÂ
âNope. I wasnât asking! Iâm telling you that Iâll help.â He gives you a wide smile that makes you melt just as fast as the snow piled under your feet.
When itâs finally your turn for your skates, you ask for your size and Chan insists on paying for your rental with his, ignoring how many times you object. He leads you both to a bench on the side of the rink and helps you lace up your skates. Once theyâre on and secure, you adjust your scarf and gloves and wait for him to finish putting his on.
Chan stands first and offers you his gloved hand which you take without much thought. Slowly, he leads you to the entrance of the rink, letting you slowly step out as he skates backward. As soon as your foot makes contact with the ice you almost feel your balance give out, but Chan keeps a strong grip on your hands, helping keep you upright.
âI wonât let you fall. Promise.â He smiles at you again, this time soft and warm and the gesture feels like a comforting hug.Â
You and Chan do an entire lap around the rink, albeit slowly, but he doesnât seem to mind. Hansol has already passed you both numerous times, as has Seungkwan, but Chan doesnât pay them any mind. All of his attention is locked on you and only you.
You manage to do a few more laps, your legs feeling more confident each time. Chan keeps skating backwards with his hands on you, the two of you falling into conversation and laughing the more comfortable you get with him ferrying you around the ice.
Things are going well. Your time with him feels so incredibly right. He seems to be enjoying it too because at some point he shortens the gap between both of you and moves his hands from around yours to your forearms, your biceps, and eventually, his hands are around your waist and yours are draped over his shoulder. The closeness is not exactly normal for two roommates who are not romantically involved, but neither of you moves away.
Your cheeks, nose, and lips are so cold that eventually, youâre ready to call for a break, but then you notice how close Chan is and how red his lips are. He looks cold too and you wonder what will happen if you lean forward and close the already lessening gap.Â
Chanâs eyes flicker up from your feet to your eyes, and then your lips. You hold your breath in that moment and look between his lips and his eyes. Something between the two of you stirs and you swear you see him inching his face closer and closer.Â
Before you can finally kiss Chan like youâve been daydreaming about for the past 2 and a half months, you shift on your left foot which proves to be a horrible idea. Youâre falling backward faster than you and Chan can register. You attempt to put your hands back to break your fall which helps because you donât fall on your ass but you do land on your left wrist with more force than you thought. A sharp, shooting pain runs from your wrist to your elbow making you yelp in pain.
âY/n!â Chan drops to his knees to check on you and Hansol is at your side in seconds.Â
âIâm okay, I think I fucked up my wrist though.â They both help you up, each man on either side of you to get you off of the ice. They sit you on a bench and Chan takes off your skates, then his before sprinting to the bench you both started at that still has your boots.
The rest of your group joins you to check in and you notice a few other skaters looking in your direction. In between the pain in your wrist, you feel utter mortification at all of the attention and the way that you busted your ass in front of everyone. Especially given the fact that you swear that you were so close to kissing Chan.
When he comes back with your boots, Chan helps you stand up and announces that he and Hansol will take you to the hospital. You try to object, but they don't want to hear it.
So, you end your day sitting in the hospital getting a wrist brace put on. The doctor says itâs only a mild sprain and all you need to do is wear your brace and use your wrist as little as possible for at least two weeks and you should be just fine.Â
Even though Chan is in the room when the words âmild sprainâ leave the doctorâs mouth, he still treats you as if you have two broken legs and a concussion. He insists on helping you out of the hospital and car and into the apartment. When you sit on the couch he makes sure to prop the throw pillows up under your arm to keep your wrist elevated.Â
âChan, my arm wonât fall off.â
âI know, but the doctor recommended keeping it elevated, remember? Now are you hungry? I think we have some leftovers, or if you want me to go out and grab something I can.â He stares at you concerned, waiting for your next order.
Shaking your head you slide over on the couch and gesture to the cushion. âChan, I promise Iâm fine. All I need is for you to sit down and just relax. I ruined skating so try and enjoy the rest of your Saturday.â
âHey, you didnât ruin anything! It was an accident. Iâm just happy youâre okay.â Chanâs hand lifts and hovers over your good hand sitting on the cushion between the two of you. Itâs only for a second because he seems to rather quickly decide against it, letting his hand land in his lap.
He doesnât think you notice, but you do and it stings, just a little.Â
Despite the awkwardness that lingers now and again between you and Chan over the next week, he still insists on taking care of you. He ignores your protests for the first two days, so you end up just giving in. You let him do any simple lifting around the apartment, even going as far as to carry your food for you at mealtimes. Heâs already been doing a lot of small favors and nice things for you, but he does it even more as your wrist heals. Itâs both overwhelming and the most flattering thing anyone has ever done for you.
Itâs not helping your emotional battle with your feelings for him in the slightest, but youâre ready to give up and accept it. Youâre not sure if he feels the same or not. He was the first to initiate what you truly thought was about to be a kiss at the skating rink, but since that failed spectacularly, you feel like heâs also pulling away a little bit. To you, your relationship has only deepened since you moved in and you two were becoming closer and closer. Now though, even though he practically waits on you hand and foot, he still does it in the most platonic way possible, if thatâs even possible. So, feelings you harbor for him aside, youâre stuck holding them to yourself in a vice grip.
Working with your wrist sprained is annoying, to say the least. Your role involves computer and phone usage which isnât impossible, it just makes you a little slower at doing your day to day since everything has to be done with one hand.
When you hit the middle of your second week in the brace, you feel like your wrist will heal closer to the two weeks. That means that if youâre lucky, you only have three days left to suffer in the brace. You wonder if that means things between you and Chan will continue to change even further, but do your best to fight the spiral youâre about to go on. Youâre just happy work is done for the day and you can relax.
âSol!â When you walk into the apartment itâs the first thing you yell out, waiting for your brother to answer.
âYeah?â
âDid I get a package today?!â Your very first set of business cards that your boss ordered for you a few weeks ago were supposed to arrive today. Hansol stayed home due to a stomach bug, so he was responsible for getting the mail. It wasnât anything particularly fun, but you were still excited for your own business cards nonetheless.
âThat depends; did you pick up the medicine I asked you to get?â He calls back. You roll your eyes as you kick your shoes off and gently remove your crossbody bag.Â
âAnd what if I said I didnât? Whatâre you gonna do? Hold my package for ransom in your room?â
âMaybe. Or I hid it somewhere in the apartment and now you have to play hide and seek for it.â He chuckles.
âHansol Vernon Chwe, if you donât give me my mail, I will literally take your Game Boy and shove it up my - oh.â Your threat to Hansol vanishes the second you turn the corner into the living room and see a man on your couch that you donât know. A handsome man at that.Â
A very handsome man.
âWhat was that?â Your brother teases you, seeing the way you blink back wordlessly at his friend.
âNothing, shut up. Hereâs your medicine, nerd.â You snap out of it and toss the paper bag at your brother on the couch.Â
âThanks. Your package is in your room on your desk.âÂ
âThanks,â you nod, your eyes shifting back to the man on the couch whoâs just been smiling politely at you since you entered, chuckling at your sibling spat.
âThis is Joshua, by the way.â Hansol finally says, gesturing to the man next to him. âJosh, this is my sister I told you about.â
âYeah, I remember her. Hey, Y/n,â Joshua waves at you, his smile lowering but you still notice the way the corners of his lips quirk.
âYou remember me?â You ask as you try and wrack your brain for any Joshuas from your past. âOh! Joshua Hong?!â The minute you remember him, youâre even more shocked at how good looking he is. The once lanky, awkward looking transfer student that your brother befriended in his first year of high school even though Joshua is older than him, is now so much different. Heâs filled out more, the t-shirt heâs wearing hugging his torso in the most distracting way possible. His jaw is defined, his hair longer and a soft shade of reddish-brown. He looks like a completely different person in your eyes.
What the fuck is going on with all of your brotherâs friends? Why were they all suddenly so goddamn hot?!
��Thatâs me. Itâs been a while, huh?â
âI mean yeah, try almost a decade?â You sit on the couch on the other side of Hansol to catch up. âWhat have you been up to?â
âOh, nothing much. Iâm finishing my last year of school. Iâm getting my bachelor of medicine right now.â
âYouâre going to be a doctor?!â Youâre surprised, to say the least. From your memory, you canât remember Joshua being interested in the medical field, but at the same time, you didnât really know Joshua well enough to recall too much about him.
He lets out a sheepish laugh, shaking his head. âYeah. Iâll be doing pediatrics. I didnât anticipate that Iâd get into pediatric medicine initially, itâs just what I fell into and I love it.â God, heâs incredibly fine and heâs going to be a doctor? Youâve completely forgotten what you were planning on doing when you get home.Â
The front door opens then, Chan arriving home from work too. When he comes into the living room he freezes, surprised at the third person on the couch.
âShua hyung?âÂ
âHey, Chan!âÂ
âWhatâre you doing here?â
âAh, my apartment building is being exterminated and I need to be out for two days and Hansol is gracious enough to let me crash on your couch till itâs done.â
Chan nods, not minding too much until his eyes flicker to you. He immediately notices the way you look at Joshua. He looks at you enough to know most of your facial expressions and the way your eyes inspect Joshua makes it clear youâre looking at him in the complete opposite of a platonic way.
Chan feels something unpleasant stirring in the pit of his stomach that he canât shake.
It turns out Joshua is much more than just a doctor-to-be with a pretty face the more you talk with him. It shouldâve been a little more awkward getting to know him, but it really wasnât. You have a lot in common and heâs incredibly interesting and charming. Heâs easier to get along with than you had anticipated. The two of you end up spending time together while heâs staying over and he also insists on helping you when he can even though, as you remind all of the men in the house, itâs just a minor wrist sprain.
You are lucky that heâs studying medicine because he inspects your wrist while heâs staying with you and reaffirms what the doctor at the hospital said. Itâs not that serious and you should be free by the end of the week. Joshuaâs hands are so much bigger than yours and theyâre so very warm. The way he cradles your injured wrist is delicate and he handles you like the smallest flower. His sweet gestures make you feel warm all over anytime he says something kind to you or helps you.
Heâs only on your couch for two days, but itâs long enough that youâre drawn to him. It helps that he is probably one of the most gorgeous men youâve ever seen, but his personality makes him almost too good to be true. Or youâre just incredibly desperate for someone to give you attention since it seems like Chan has taken a step back from being your nurse or growing closer to you. It hurts a bit, but having Joshua around feels nice and makes you feel a little more cared for.
When itâs the day that Joshua is supposed to be leaving, you both get back from work at the same time. You chat with him while he puts the pillowcase and blanket he used in the laundry and goes into the bathroom to make sure heâs packed all of his toiletries.Â
As you walk him to the door he thanks you again for letting him stay. Before he leaves though, he stops and takes a few seconds before turning back to you, surprising you.
âHey, Y/n, I know this will seem completely out of nowhere, and I donât want to make you uncomfortable, but would you let me take you out sometime?â
You blink back at him, mouth opening into a surprised âo.âÂ
âNo pressure of course! And I wonât be upset if you say no. Youâve only really been getting to know me for two days, so I wouldnât blame you at all if itâs a no.â
Even though Joshua seems like an absolute gentleman and has been nothing but nice to you, you still canât help but pause. Your track record with dating has historically not been very good. Hell, even your last attempt at a hookup failed miserably. Plus, Joshua is another one of your brotherâs friends. Heâs only a couple of years younger than you, and sure, he doesnât live with you, but youâd hate to be the reason that any of Hansolâs friendships get ruined.
âJoshua, youâre really sweet, but Iâm Hansolâs older sister. I donât know how heâd feel about that.â
âOkay, thatâs a very fair hesitation, but if it helps, I asked Hansol this morning if I could ask you out and he said, and I quote, âSure, whatever. Just make sure you donât hurt her or Iâll tell Seungcheol.ââ Joshua laughs, shrugging at you. You recognize that name as being Hansolâs oldest friend. You didnât talk much when you were in school, but you remember him being mildly popular and feared by many.Â
You return his laugh and canât help but wonder if Hansol would feel the same if you and Chan dated.
Shaking your head, you brush the thought away. One date canât hurt - itâs not like Joshua is asking you to be his girlfriend. You and Chan are still in an odd place right now anyway. Youâre not really sure how to gauge him right now, and he isnât making any moves to change that. Sure you donât know Joshua very well but thatâs what dates are for right?Â
âOkay,â you finally say. âBut after I get this stupid brace off. I will see my doctor tomorrow afternoon and I should get an all clear.â
The smile Joshua gives you is lethal and makes your palms sweaty. âOf course. After you take your brace off. Iâd want you to be feeling completely better so you can enjoy yourself.â His words make your face heat up, suddenly feeling shy. âWhat do you say I pick you up tomorrow at six?â
âSure, that works for me.â
âItâs a date then,â Joshua offers you one more look before heâs out the door and on his way.
Once heâs gone, you bring your hands to your cheeks, cursing yourself for getting so flustered around a guy you barely know, no matter how perfect he looks. To get your mind off of Joshua, you shower and get ready for the evening before deciding youâll order a pizza and call Jinah to tell her about your date tomorrow.
âSo howâs it going with Y/n?â Soonyoung asks Chan as they clean up and prepare to lock up the dance studio at the end of the day.
âItâsâŚgoing I guess.âÂ
âI assume this means itâs going absolutely nowhere?â Chan narrows his eyes at Soonyoung, ignoring the way his friend laughs at him.
âIt was going somewhere. And then I made her break her wrist and now everything is weird.â
âOh yeah I remember you said that, but you also said that she was about to reciprocate when you almost kissed, was she not?âÂ
âI mean, yeah I think so, but sheâs also been flirting with Joshua since he got here and heâs definitely been flirting back. What if Iâm wrong and she wasnât actually going to kiss me back?â
Soonyoung lets out a sigh behind Chan, watching as his younger friend visibly agonizes over his thoughts and self-doubt.Â
âChan, listen, Iâm going to be honest with you okay?â
âWhy am I worriedâŚâ
âBecause Iâm about to tell you the truth!â Soonyoung waits for Chan to lock the studio door and turns to look at him. âYou need to decide what you want to do. Either youâll keep doing this weird will-they-wonât-they with her and not tell her how you feel and probably stress over her for the rest of your life or you tell her and see what happens. I know youâre worried about what sheâll say or how sheâll react, but is that better or worse than letting this eat you up forever?â
Chan scoffs, both options are terrible and he hates them equally, but at the same time, he really has to decide. Either option makes him uncomfortable and unhappy, but Soonyoung has a point, heâs just not sure which is the lesser of the two evils.
âI donât knowâŚâ
âWell, I think you should think about it again and figure it out. Besides, thereâs nothing wrong with flirting unless she actually becomes his girlfriend or something, right?â
Chan mumbles something that even he finds unintelligible, but Soonyoung doesnât press him to repeat himself. They walk the short distance to the parking lot on the side of the studio and bid each other goodbye, Soonyoung wishing him luck again.
Chan spends the entire drive home in silence, weighing the pros and cons of telling you how he feels versus not telling you. Heâs had this internal battle with himself since you moved in and itâs always the same in each category.Â
You may hate him. Heâll make living with you awkward. Heâll fuck up his friendship with Hansol.
All the same negative scenarios play on repeat. The only pro (and the biggest, to be clear), would be that you feel the same for him or youâll at least want to give him a chance. For Chan, it comes down to how much of a risk he wants to take here.
Heâs not much of a risk taker usually, but he also canât help but tell himself that youâre more than worth the risk. If he can get over his fear of the cons that is.
Chan is still deep in thought when he gets home. When he walks into the apartment, he can hear you talking in your room. The dock for the cordless phone sits empty on the side table next to the couch which tells him youâre using it.Â
He doesnât mean to eavesdrop, truly he doesnât, but as heâs walking down the hall to his room, he overhears you mention Joshuaâs name and the word âdate.â Chan freezes in his tracks, his heart beating rapidly at the implication. He knows he should go into his room and wait until youâre done to ask what the plan for dinner is.Â
Instead, he tiptoes to your room, the door ajar enough for him to listen without being seen.
âIâm not sure where heâs taking me. He didnât say and I didnât ask. I want to be surprised.â You chuckle and thereâs a beat of silence as the person, who Chan assumes is Jinah, speaks. âIâm telling you, he looks so different now. Like, fuck I canât even describe how good looking he is! And hello, heâs going to be a doctor!â More silence. âI mean, letâs not get crazy. Weâre not eloping or anything, itâs just one date.â You stop talking before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
Chan takes this as his sign to slink away, trudging to his bedroom to wallow. He tries to remind himself that you donât even know how he feels, heâs never even told you about his feelings, so what right does he have to be upset about this?
Absolutely none, logically speaking. That doesnât make the twinge of pain in his chest feel any more bearable.
Itâs ten minutes to six when youâre putting the finishing touches on your hair and fastening your jewelry. You called Joshua earlier in the day to let him know that your doctor gave you the okay to take off your brace and that your wrist is feeling much better. You also asked if you should wear anything special for tonight. He advised that you didnât need anything fancy, just whatever makes you feel good and some comfortable shoes. To be safe, you were going with thermal leggings and a nice sweater to stay warm and comfy.
With your bag and boots in hand, you leave your room and head down the hallway, intending to wait in the living room. The apartment is quiet with Hansol out for the night and Chan presumably in his room. You havenât seen him much since he got home from work last night. He took his pizza into his room to eat it and you only saw him briefly this morning when he was coming back from the gym. You want to ask him if heâs okay, but you canât seem to get a moment with him to do so.Â
As you reach the end of the hallway, Chan rounds the corner suddenly and you both let out a yelp, running into each other.
âShit, sorry!â Chan steadies you when your shoes and bag fall out of your hand along with the book that had been in his. He quickly bends down to pick up your things and gingerly hands them over to you.
âThanks,â you smile at him, forcing your eyes up to his face and not down to the black tank top that hugs his torso.
âOf course,â Chan smiles back, neither of you moving. Heâs blocking the entryway into the living room, you tell yourself, so he has to move first.
He doesnât and instead looks above your head, chuckling nervously.Â
âHuh?â You look up and catch sight of the mistletoe hanging above your heads. Who the fuck even put that there?
The two of you look from the mistletoe to each other, and then back up again.Â
âYou donât have to,â Chan starts, his neck turning a deep shade of red.
âI - I mean you neither, if you donât want to. But if you do, since you know itâs tradition or whatever, we can. Only if you want!â Youâre stammering at this point, hand gripping the strap of your bag so hard your knuckles hurt.Â
Your mind goes back to the ice skating rink and the moment the two of you shared. Chanâs reaction now might just reaffirm your thoughts from that day, but you try not to get too emotionally attached as you wait for his next words.
He doesnât say anything, and instead, he answers with his movements. He looks into your eyes, so intensely you feel yourself squirm under his gaze. He starts to lean forward then, his face coming closer and closer to yours.Â
Thereâs your answer.
Nothing comes from the moment though, when the doorbell rings, making both you and Chan spring apart with wide eyes. Clearing your throat, you apologize to Chan as you shuffle past him and into the living room.Â
âOne minute!â You call out to the door, assuming itâs Joshua. You fish your compact out of your bag to give yourself one more once over before you rush to the door and sure enough, you see Joshua through the peephole.
âHi. You look beautiful,â are the first words out of his mouth when he sees you, eyes sweeping over your frame appreciatively.
âThank you. You look very handsome. And are those for me?â You gesture to the large bouquet in his hands and accept it when he holds it out to you.
âThank you. And yes they are. I couldnât just show up empty handed.â You thank him again and step back into the apartment to find somewhere to put your flowers. Chan is gone when you enter the living room again and you donât see him as you find a vase in the kitchen and fill it with water, placing the bouquet in them before joining Joshua again and leaving with him.
Your date with Joshua is as normal as a date can get, but you donât mind one bit. As he drives you to your destination, you fall into easy conversation as you ask him about his job. Right now, heâs working at his friendâs office until heâs done with school. Since heâs still getting his degree, he canât legally do much medical wise, but he does volunteer at the hospital when he can to visit the kids and keep them company between surgeries and procedures.Â
He tells you stories from the hospital and you can tell just in the way he talks about the patients heâs spent time with that itâs something he really enjoys and is looking forward to doing full time. Itâs admirable to see someone so in love with what they do and recall it in such a positive way. You know that when you recount stories from your time in the air and in different countries, itâs always with bittersweet words. There was so much you loved about being a flight attendant and so much you disliked, but Joshua talks about medicine with nothing but love.Â
Similar to how Chan speaks about dancing.Â
You push that thought away as soon as it conjures in your brain, refocusing back on your date.
Joshua takes you to a fancy looking Japanese restaurant and does everything right that you would expect. He makes sure to open your car door for you and the door of the restaurant. He pulls out your chair and tells you to order whatever you want, making it clear that heâll be paying and brushing you off when you try to convince him to split the bill.Â
âOkay, Doctor Hong, you win. Youâre more stubborn than me,â you joke after you both order.
He laughs, shrugging and making eye contact with you. âI asked you out, so Iâll pay. Simple as that. Maybe next time you can arrange the next date and you can pay.âÂ
The idea of another date with Joshua hadnât even crossed your mind. Youâre comfortable with him and are enjoying talking with him and getting to know him more, but you feel like thereâs something missing that you canât quite put your finger on.Â
That feeling persists during dinner, even through the shared laughter and the jokes and it sticks when youâre back in the car after dessert. It lingers as you chat on the way to the second, secret destination he has on the itinerary.
When Joshua eventually parks on the curb of a neighborhood you donât recognize, you see a bunch of other cars parked and can see bright lights in the distance.
âWhere exactly are we?â You try to read street signs around but donât recognize them. Joshua offers his hand as he opens your door and you hesitantly take it, letting him escort you out. He doesnât let your hand go as you walk down the sidewalk and get closer to all of the lights.
âI know youâre really into Christmas and decorations so I wanted to take you here,â As you walk closer to the lights, you finally start to notice that theyâre Christmas decorations. Itâs a whole street of houses adorned with bright lights and flashy decorations. âThere arenât too many people who go all out with the decorations here, but I happened upon this street when I got lost once and they do this every year. It reminds me of the way people back home in L.A. decorate their houses for the holidays.â
You nod, eyes taking in a house with sparking blue and white lights wrapped around every inch of their house. âYeah, whenever we had layovers or rest periods in the U.S. for the holidays it was nice to see all the decorations out there. Itâs why I made Hansol and Chan decorate the apartment. It makes the holidays feel more fun for me.â You laugh, sticking the hand not in Joshuaâs in your coat pocket. âI donât know, maybe thatâs silly.â
âItâs not,â he insists, squeezing your hand. âI think itâs very cute and sweet.â Looking over at him out of the corner of your eye, he smiles warmly at you. Joshua is so good at making you flustered itâs almost illegal.
You keep your hand in his as you walk down the sidewalk, pointing out different decorations and your favorite houses. There are other people around you taking in the decorations, all other couples from what you can see. Thereâs one house that you get to towards the end of the street thatâs the most dramatic looking of all. Twinkling, multicolored lights cover the house and an army of snowmen litter the yard, all draped in winter clothes with lights on them as accessories. Various blow-up decorations dot the yard, one of them even playing instrumental versions of classic Christmas carols. Paired with the December snow on the ground, the yard resembles a true winter wonderland and for a moment, you just focus on that and not the fact that your brain keeps wanting you to imagine taking all of this in with Chan.
Youâre so focused on the wonder in front of you that you donât notice the way Joshua admires your profile, smiling at the way your eyes sparkle as you admire the lights and decorations. Joshua takes the moment, turning to you and placing his fingers under your chin to turn your head towards him. The gesture catches you off guard, as does the kiss he leans down to place on your lips.
Joshuaâs lips are plush against yours and so incredibly soft. He almost doesnât feel real. His lips move against yours and you reciprocate, but that earlier, nagging feeling youâve had since the restaurant comes back. The insistence that something here is missing and itâs even louder now that Joshua is kissing you. Itâs especially hard to enjoy kissing him when your mind only wants to focus on your second almost-kiss with Chan earlier. You yearn so badly to feel his lips on yours and daydream about if they feel as soft as they look. You also canât help but wonder if kissing Chan would make you feel things like fireworks. That consideration alone makes you notice the severe lack of them now. Guilt occupies your mind along with your thoughts of Chan and you notice just how little you feel from kissing Joshua.
As if he feels it too, he pulls away slowly, eyes immediately scanning your face.Â
âAre you okay, Y/n?â
âHuh? Yeah, Iâm fine. Why?âÂ
âItâs just that, well I mean, youâve seemed like your mind is only half here all night. I could feel it just now. Did I do something? I shouldâve asked you before kissing you, Iâm sorry.â
âNo! No, Joshua itâs fine! You didnât do anything wrong, I promise! Youâre a great kisser anyway,â you mumble the last part, truly meaning it. Joshua chuckles and thanks you, but his expression gets serious again.
âI appreciate that and you are too, but I still feel like something is wrong.â He stares at you as if trying to read your mind and it makes you feel shy.Â
âItâs justâŚfuck, listen, Joshua, I have had a lot of fun tonight, okay? Youâre easy to talk to and laugh with and I like hanging out with you, but I think maybeâŚthereâs a spark between us thatâs missing? Iâm really sorry.â You gnaw on your bottom lip as you get your words out, worrying about how heâll react.
Thankfully, he doesnât make any indication that heâs upset at you. Instead, Joshua just nods and if anything, looks a little disappointed.Â
âThank you for being honest with me. Iâve had a really fun time too. Even though I do genuinely like you, Iâm not going to try and make you return my feelings. If youâre okay with it, Iâd like to at least stay friends? I promise I can get over my crush.â
âAre you sure? I feel bad that I had you take me out like this and it was for nothing.â
âHey, it wasnât for nothing! Iâm a little disappointed we canât be more, but I still got to know you more. I mean it when I say letâs stay friends. Itâs comfortable and nice hanging out with you. I promise I wonât make this weird. If youâre okay with it. Otherwise, when I take you home, Iâll drop you off and fuck off forever.â
You huff out a laugh, mostly in relief at how normal heâs taking your lack of interest. You study him for a moment, sincerity is easy to read in his expression.
Your shoulders relax as you nod, telling Joshua that youâll gladly still be friends. This seems to put him at ease as well, letting out a sigh of relief. In your friendship travels, finding a dependable guy friend has been near impossible, so the idea of finally finding one means you can't just let the friendship slip away. You did genuinely enjoy spending time with him too.
You and Joshua finish the walk and any awkwardness you felt when the night started leaves now that the air is a bit clearer. Joshua doesnât hold your hand, but he stays close and you appreciate that he genuinely meant he didnât want you to feel weird around him.
After going around the block and taking a few selfies together (at Joshuaâs request), you walk back to his car and he still holds the door open for you.
âWhat? Just because weâre friends this is still a date right?â He shoots you a smirk and you roll your eyes but laugh, nodding at his words. âExactly. Now letâs get you home.â
Once back in the car, Joshua turns up the heat, both of you thawing as he starts the drive back to your apartment building.
At one point in your chatter as he takes you home, you compliment his gentlemanly behavior all night, telling him itâs honestly some of the most youâve been wooed out of most other guys youâve been with. Joshua frowns, citing how fucked up that is and how much guys fucking suck. You canât help but laugh, noting that his level-headedness just adds to the fact that heâs the perfect guy for most women.
You voice this, adding: âIf youâre still looking for someone special, my best friend just might fall in love with you if she meets you.â Joshua laughs, shooting you a brief look that you catch. âYeah okay. Iâll tell her about you and let you know what she says.â You giggle.
âSorry!â He winces, regretting his obvious expression. âWas that weird? Did I make it weird?â
âNo, no! I donât mind! I do think youâre a great guy and I love her and want her to be with a great guy. I donât have a problem with you two going out. Iâm just a little relieved to know you wanna talk to someone else so quickly. Makes me feel less bad about everything.â
âHey, for real, donât feel bad! I told you Iâm going to be okay.â
âUgh I know, I just feel bad because you paid for that fancy sushi and walked out in the cold and Iâm curbing you.â
âY/n, Iâm not going to go home and write in my journal that you broke my heart. It was just a date, okay?âÂ
Sighing, you finally accept his answer, deciding to let it drop, but still let him know youâre going to talk to Jinah about him.Â
âIf you guys do go out and fall in love, try not to treat me like a third wheel, yeah?â
Chuckling, Joshua rolls his eyes at you as the car rolls to a stop at a red light. âShe doesnât even know my name yet, Y/n.â
âYeah well, what I said still stands.â
âWhatever you say.âÂ
âYes, thank you.âÂ
âMmhmm.â Joshua shakes his head at you and your triumphant sounding rebuttal. âJust make sure you donât forget about your friends whenever you find someone.âÂ
Frowning, you shake your head. âOh, absolutely not. Iâve never even entertained abandoning my friends for a relationship. Iâll divide my time evenly between you guys and Ch-â Your lips clamp together like your mouth has been sewn shut, halting your words immediately.
Unfortunately, Joshua catches it, his eyebrows raising so high they almost disappear into his hairline. âUs and who?â
âNo one.â
âThat's obviously a lie. You were totally about to say someoneâs name.â
âHuh? What makes you think that?â
You hit another red light and Joshua fixes you with a blank expression. âReally? Youâre not gonna tell me?â
âHey, this is still a date, remember?! What kind of date would I be if I talked about another guy?â
Joshua narrows his eyes once more before focusing back on the road as he accelerates and drops it, a suspicious look still on his face. You steer the conversation back to Joshua, getting him to tell you about his family back home a little more. He surely knows youâre deflecting but he doesnât press you further.Â
The conversation leads you right to a parking spot in your complex near the building entrance. Joshua, ever the gentleman, opens your door for you and walks you inside.
When reaching the third floor, Joshua walks you to the door. He pulls you into a hug, saying again that he had a good time hanging out with you regardless of the outcome. He says that heâll look forward to your call about Jinah and about hanging out again soon.Â
Things with Joshua may not have gone as intended, but youâre grateful that heâs understanding and not mad at the fact that you ended up not being interested.
âI will, promise. Get home safe!â
âI will. Have a good night.â He waves at you as he starts to go, but turns quickly to look at you with a glint in his eyes. âAnd good luck with Chan.â He caps his sentence off with a wink and the moment leaves you flabbergasted. Did he just say Chan?!
âI - what about Chan?!â You can only hope you donât look as panicked as you feel. Joshua doesnât address your question, or what he said as he gets to the elevator, offering you a final wave and laughing as the door closes.
How the hell did he know thatâs who you were talking about? Youâve never done anything to make someone think you like Chan, but clearly the response lets you know that maybe youâre not as good at hiding your feelings as you thought you were. Has Chan noticed anything from you that would clue him in on your feelings for him being more than platonic? If so, you can only hope Hansol has been too⌠Hansol to notice it himself.
Chanâs lost count of how many times heâs paced the living room. He keeps trying to sit or do something else other than obsess over you, but nothing seems to be working. All he can think about is you out on a date, having fun, and developing feelings for someone other than him. He even called out of work tonight, telling Soonyoung he wasnât feeling well. It wasnât a complete lie.Â
Seeing the way Joshua just swept in after so long and snatched you up, just-like-that, legitimately made his head and stomach hurt. Chan knows for sure he is absolutely in love with you and the other almost-kiss he nearly shared with you proves it. He still didnât recall where the mistletoe came from, but because of it, even if it wasnât the proper result, heâs not exactly complaining. Well, not about the fact that you very clearly almost kissed him back.
He just feels like an idiot because he let you leave and is watching you slip away from him again and this time itâs to one of his friends. A friend that has more guts than him to step up and ask you out and tell you that heâs into you.
Chan hasnât been brave enough to approach you and finally, finally try asking you out. The time when he was fourteen didnât count because he was still a kid and you never saw him as anything other than your little brotherâs annoying best friend that followed you around. Of course, you wouldn't have ever gone out with him.Â
But itâs different now. Youâre both adults and youâre closer than that already. You seem to actually enjoy spending time with Chan and being around him for the first time in the entire time that he has known you and maybe, just maybe, heâd have a real chance with you.Â
His own cowardice stopped him from speaking up and allowed his older, much more confident hyung to do what heâs been too afraid to. It fucking sucked.
After you left, the only thing heâs done is stay up and stare at the TV, jealousy chipping away at him. Jealous that Joshua got to you before he could do it. Jealousy eats him up so much that he canât feel relaxed no matter what he does. So, the only thing he thinks to do is sit up and wait for you.
As you enter the apartment, you expect the room to be dark, but youâre surprised to instead see Chan pacing around the living room with the TV playing a commercial.
When he turns upon hearing the door, you both freeze, his expression reading a deer in headlights.Â
âY/n.â
âChan?â
âY/n, youâre here.â
âYeah, Iâm here. Are you okay?â
His eyes are wide as he watches you slip your shoes off.Â
âY/n,â he rushes over to you, grabbing your hands when you step into the room. The gesture is the most contact youâve had in a week and it lights up all of your senses. He guides you into the room, but the two of you stay standing. âI have some stuff I want to say, okay? It might sound weird and you might hate me and I might fuck up everything, but Iâm going to explode if I keep this to myself anymore.â
âOkayâŚâ Your hesitance is obvious, but you donât walk away to take your hands out of his hold, so he takes this as a sign to continue.
âI, fuck I donât know how to say this, so Iâm just going to say it, but Y/n, the truth is that Iâm still in love with you. Itâs different from when I was a dumb kid. That was me being captivated by my best friendâs big sister who was so much cooler and more mature than me and was the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen. When you left for college and your career, it hurt, but I told myself to get over it. That it was just my first crush and first crushes eventually go away.
And I thought that was true until you moved back and I realized, âoh shit, Iâm still into her,â only now itâs worse because I got to know you, like really know you, and realized that youâre still that intelligent, mature, amazing girl, but now youâre a woman and youâre still the woman of my dreams. Iâve been trying so hard to show you that I still care for you without actually saying it because I was worried that youâd turn me down and I didnât know if I could handle that, but seeing you go out with Joshua and potentially slip away from me for good again has been killing me all night and I canât hold back anymore.Â
If you donât like me back that is completely okay! I know Joshua hyung is handsome and smart and heâs going to be a doctor so like whatever, yeah I get it. I wonât make living with you weird at all! Iâll even steer clear of certain areas when youâre around if that makes you feel better. Just, you know, whatever you want. But okay, Iâm done. Too many words.â
Chan wants the floor to open up right at this moment and swallow him given the way youâre looking at him. Wide-eyed and mouth in a firm line as you absorb his words.
âDammit, Chan!â
âWhat?! Sorry! Fuck, Iâm sorry I suck I-â
âHuh? No! I didnât mean it like that! I said that because, well, I think that you succeeded in showing me how much you care for me because Iâve fallen for you over the past three months.â Chanâs eyes widen almost comically, but he doesnât say anything. â I tried to fight it given one, youâre my brotherâs best friend, two we live together, and three, youâre younger than me and four, I just didnât want to make things weird with all of us living together, but knowing you like me just makes me want to stop being so cautious.â
âReally?â
âReally. Spending time with you and getting to know you has only made me like you more. Being around you, spending time with you, talking with you, everything just feels so right when weâre together. Itâs scary because I have never felt like this, but I want it. I want you, Chan. In every sense of the word.â
The shell shocked man across from you has to let your words sit in his brain for a bit before he fully registers what youâve said. You like him too. Youâve fallen for him. Being with him feels right. You want him.Â
If this is a cruel dream, Chan would really appreciate it if he could wake up right now. He closes his eyes tightly, counting to three before opening again. Sure enough, youâre still standing in front of him, looking at him with expectant eyes, anticipating his next words.
âSorry, Iâm just letting this all sink in. I donât think I thought youâd actually say you feel the same.â
You shrug, shooting him a small smile. âMe neither honestly. I thought for sure you had gotten over your crush on me and moved on to actual women who returned your feelings.â
âMe too, at first I mean. But like I said, just seeing you again had all of those feelings rushing back to me.âÂ
âWell Iâm extremely lucky then it seems.â
âSo am I.â You both stand there, grinning at each other, unsure what to do next. You think about maybe kissing Chan, finally, but you wonder if thatâs too fast and too presumptuous of you.
As if he can read your mind, Chan clears his throat, making eye contact for a few seconds before looking away and taking a breath.
âY/n, can I kiss you?â He blurts out, but you still hear him.
âPlease do!â You answer immediately, encouraged by the knowledge that he wants the same as you.
Chan doesnât need to be told twice, immediately rushing over to you before you have too much time to think. Your back hits the wall in an effort to keep your weak knees from giving out. When Chan stops, right in front of you, youâre almost chest to chest. Heâs so close that you feel the warmth that radiates from him.
His arm rests above your head, keeping you trapped, but leaving his other arm down, allowing you a way out if you wanted. Neither of you speak for a moment, both blinking at the other. You each need to decide what will happen next.Â
You both make that decision at the exact same time. Chanâs eyes stay locked on yours as he lowers his face. At the same time, your eyes flutter closed as you crane your neck up, allowing your lips to meet somewhere in the middle.
Your lips are still a little cold, Chan notes as your arms reach out in the tiny space between the two of you, and grasp the front of his t-shirt to pull him close, his body pressing you completely against the wall. He squeezes his eyes closed hard enough to hurt a few times in an effort to wake himself up from the dream that he feels like heâs having. Heâs had more dreams than he can count about kissing you for as long as he can remember, so surely this is another one of those?Â
That thought is only sent away when your arms slip up his body and around his neck, fingers weaving into the sensitive hairs on the back of his neck and tugging. The action is like lightning through his body and helps keep him in the very real moment.
Kissing Chan feels the way that you think they describe in movies. They always describe it as feeling like the world around you fades away in a haze and your head feels fuzzy. All of the sounds you hear are like white noise or turn into muffled background noise. Itâs clichĂŠ and something you donât think youâve ever felt until this moment. Kissing Chan feels right and you donât think you ever want to kiss anyone else for a long time, if ever again.
His strong arms wrap around your waist as you melt into him, your lips moving together in perfect sync. Your hands move down to his biceps to steady yourself, fingers wrapping around as much of him as you can, which isnât much but you try.
You stay like that longer than you think you can count. Both of you clinging to one another, making out against the wall like lovestruck, horny teenagers, even if thatâs exactly what you feel like. Your heart hammers against your chest and your thighs squeeze together as the kiss ignites not only something in your chest, but in your panties too.Â
The kiss turns from soft and sentimental to heated quicker than either of you are brave enough to admit, but youâre not complaining. Youâve wanted each other for months (years for Chan) and are finally getting what youâve dreamt of. Chanâs thick, muscled thigh wedges its way between yours. Your leggings may have been thick enough to avoid the cold, but they arenât thick enough to keep you away from feeling him brush against your tender folds.
What sounds like a whimper slips out of you and gets swept away by Chanâs tongue and into his mouth. He swallows down sound after sound as he makes sure to nudge your pussy again and again and soon enough, youâre grinding down on him, sloppily riding his thigh as his lips stay connected to yours.
When you finally pull away, the first sound out of your mouth is a deep moan. Chan flexes his thigh in a way that tenses the muscles and he hits your clothed clit in the most delicious way.
âFuck,â Chan pants as he holds your hips. His knee rests between your legs and against the wall to stay steady. You grind over Chanâs sweatpants again and with each sweet sound that slips out of your mouth, he feels himself getting painfully harder.
âCh-Chan,â you manage out.
âHmm?â
âI need more.â
âMore? More what, baby girl?âÂ
The pet name rolls off his tongue so easily, too easily, and your pussy throbs even harder. Riding his thigh feels fucking amazing and you know you can cum just like this, but you donât want to just yet. Youâd much rather cum around his cock. The playful part of you also wants him to be just as needy as you.
âMore of you. Please, baby,â You lean up to place kisses on his neck. When you get to his jawline, you flatten your tongue right on the side of his chin, dragging it up his jaw, and landing on his ear lobe. Chan makes the prettiest, breathy whines as you tease him and it only makes you clench even more. When you stop and your teeth nibble on the shell of his ear, capping it off with a whisper of, âPlease Channie,â Chan feels like he could explode, right then and there.
âAnything. Fucking anything for youâ Chan mumbles his words before diving down to lavish your neck in kisses of his own, the tip of his tongue darting out occasionally to lap at your skin. He leaves sloppy kisses on your skin as he descends down to your chest, stopping briefly where your nipples sit behind layers of clothes.Â
He drops to his knees as he goes and doesnât stop until he reaches your waist.Â
âChan?â Youâre surprised that this is how he wants you first. You expected him to finger you before anything, but he clearly wants to start elsewhere.
His hands move to grasp at your waistband, stopping before he actually undresses you. His eyes meet yours, fingertips meeting your bare skin underneath your sweater.Â
âCan I? I need to get my mouth on you so badly.â
âFuck, yes. You better,â you demand in response, not even flinching at his request. The two of you easily slip your leggings and your panties down and off of you in one go.Â
Chan lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing your thighs apart. His eyes widen at the sight of you bare and wet in front of him. His mouth waters at the glistening arousal he sees coating your lower lips and he almost gets lightheaded at the heady scent of you. Chan could die right here before even tasting you and even that would be okay with him.
âChan, please I need you!â You beg, feeling self conscious under his stare. He doesnât make you wait any longer and instantly dives between your folds, his tongue lapping at you harshly.
Your knees nearly buckle at the suction, a loud cry ringing out. He doesnât hesitate at all, his tongue immediately plunging into your wet hole. Your head hits the wall with a thunk as Chan begins eating you out as if his life depended on it. He fucks you with his tongue with obvious vigor, his nose bumping into your clit with each turn of his head.
His hands cup your ass, pulling you closer to his face so he can reach deeper in you, damn near making out with your cunt. Chan grunts and groans into you as he slurps, the wet sounds echoing through the room.
âFuck, Chan. Fuck youâre t-too fucking good,â Your fingers are in his hair again, knotting into his strands to hold his face against you. The action makes him dizzy, his cock painfully hard and begging to be released from the confines of his sweatpants.
When you cum, which isnât very long from when he started devouring you, you think you almost pass out. Your vision whites out and your body feels like gelatin, almost falling forward. Chan keeps his grip on your ass, not stopping until you start to yank him away from your pussy.
âI am going to pass out if you keep eating me out like that!â
âFucking hell, Y/n, you have no fucking idea how long Iâve wanted to taste you,â heâs breathless when he speaks, licking his lips in the most obscene manner.Â
âDid I live up to your expectations?â You tease, getting wet all over again as you observe the way his face glistens with your juices and his blown out pupils.
âYou have no idea. But weâre not done yet, beautiful.â
Another simple pet name has you shivering and Chan notices, and he loves the way you react to him. He stands upright again and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as he leads you to his bedroom. When he gets you in the room he brings you to his bed, pushing you and watching you bounce gently on his quilt. You start to undress what you had left on, keeping your eyes trained on him as you pull your sweater over your head and unhook your bra, tossing it somewhere in the room.
This is just like so many wet dreams heâs had, but this time itâs real life and almost too good to be true.
âYou gonna just stand there and ogle me or are you going to get naked and come over here and kiss me?â You tease him, widening your legs to make room for him.
Chanâs eyes are glued to your pussy, still wet and shining for him, and he all but tears his clothes from his body and scrambles onto the bed without another thought.
âSorry,â he says between kisses. âI was just admiring the goddess waiting for me on my bed,â Youâre ready to tease him again, but he cuts you off when he lowers his head and his mouth suctions around one of your nipples, sucking hard enough to make your back bow off of the bed.Â
Eager lips lavish over the sensitive bud as his hand finds its way between your legs. He circles your entrance with a finger and repeats the motion a few more times before kissing his way over to your other nipple to give it the same amount of attention.
âSo pretty,â he mumbles against your skin. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair as he covers your chest in bites, licks, and kisses, his finger still teasing you.
As if sensing you about to complain, he finally lets your nipple go, kissing his way down your body until heâs face to face with your pussy again.
âChanâŚâ you sigh, feeling his tongue dart out to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He takes the time to spend extra attention on your nub, stiffening his tongue and flicking at it at what feels like an inhumane speed.
Chan relishes the gorgeous sound of your cries for him, noises of pleasure mixed in with huffs of his name and whispers of curse words. He loves that these sounds are all for him and because of him. He already knew heâd get addicted to you if he ever was able to get you into his bed and this settles that. He needs to hear you like this for him until he passes away. Even then, he wants to be buried with a recording of your moans and whines.
He shifts on his stomach to get closer to your core and plunges his tongue into you, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue again. The angle allows him room to grind against his quilt, pretending that itâs you heâs rutting against. His eyes slip closed as your thighs do the same around his head and he loses himself as he eats you out with a sense of excitement that he doesnât think heâs ever felt about anything else.
Chan moves as if he didnât do the same thing not even ten minutes ago and he only serves in pushing you so much closer to the edge faster than the first time. You call this out to him, tugging at his hair and it only spurs him on. He burrows between your legs even further, letting out more determined grunts that you feel throughout your entire body.
âCh-Chan, fuck, Iâm cumming! Right there, right there - I - fuck!â Your hands keep Chan trapped as you let go, legs spasming as he keeps at it, happily lapping up your release that covers his chin.
Out of breath, your body sags against the bed and you pry your legs open to let him up. âShit, Chan enough. Come up here and fuck me already.â
âYes maâam.â His face is covered in you and his use of yes maâam sends molten heat up your spine and between your legs again.
He leans over to his nightstand to fish out a condom, but you stop him, shaking your head.
âIâm on the pill, just pull out?â
Your words couldâve very well been a spell with the way they make him dizzy, but he doesnât question it and only breathes out a yes and positions himself between your legs.
âAre you okay? Tell me to stop at any time and I will, okay?â He checks your face to make sure youâre comfortable and when he sees you nod he starts to ease himself into you slowly.
When his bulbous tip slips in first, youâre instantly letting out small mewls that only intensify with each inch that Chan fills you with.
âOh my fuck, Y/n, you feel incredible. Shit!â Chan grits his teeth as he takes his time entering you. When heâs finally filled you up to the hilt, he has to take a second and take a deep breath. Heâs never felt so close to cumming this quickly since he was in high school. Itâs embarrassing to admit, but you truly feel like nothing and no one heâs ever felt. Your soft velvet walls cradle him perfectly, clenching every now and again making him even weaker.
âMove, Channie,â you breathe out, lifting your hips a little to get him going. Chan sits up on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grabs a hold of your hips.
He starts slow as he fucks you, finding a pace that works for him. Once he gets it, which he does rather quickly, heâs relentless. His hips drive into yours at breakneck speed, balls hitting your ass which each thrust forward.
âFuck, Y/n, baby, you feel like a fucking dream!â His compliment comes out high pitched as he says it, the sound of his hips slapping against yours almost drowning out his words, but you hear him.
âYeah, fuck, you feel so good Channie. Fucking me so, so good!â Tears collect at the corners of your eyes as Chan bullies into you over and over again, shoving you further up the bed. âYouâre such a good boy for m-me, arenât you?â
Chanâs eyes cross at your praise, biting his lip so hard he nearly draws blood just to keep himself from bursting inside of you at that moment. He nods like a madman, taking deep breaths to push back his orgasm. Heâs so terribly close, but he refuses to cum without you.
He pants above you, eyes darting between your fucked out expression with your eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open, your tits that bounce with each force of his body, to between your legs as he catches sight of himself disappearing into your heat. He catches sight of the white ring of arousal you coat around his dick and he feels himself getting closer and closer.
Heâs dizzy with lust for you but still manages to check in with you, forcing out coherent words to ask how youâre doing. You reassure him youâre okay, praising him once again about how good he feels.
âH-harder, Channie. Fuck me harder!â
As with anything else Chan does for you, he doesnât need you to ask twice as he readjusts his knees before leaning forward to bend at the waist, making sure your legs are still secure around his waist. He leans down, his hands on either side of your head as kisses you, the new angle allowing him to thrust into you at a harder pace.
âJust like that, Chan! Fuck me like that!â Your words tumble out of you in a garbled mess, but he hears you loud and clear. The sensation of your nails digging into his back as you hold him closer sends him into a frenzy as he continues his brutal pace. His new position also allows his pelvis to brush against your clit hard enough to send you over the edge all the way.
âIâm - Y/n, Iâm so close. Iâm -â
âMe too, Channie, me too. Want you to cum. Wanna see you and hear you,â you cry out, each word almost cut off with a moan.
When you cum, your mouth forms an âoâ shape and your eyes squeeze shut, stars erupting behind your lids as your body almost convulses underneath him. Your muscles hurt with how hard your body stiffens and your brain only focuses on the drag of Chanâs cock against your hyper-sensitive walls.
The sight alone and your chant of Chanâs name has him cumming next. He pulls out, desperately jerking himself off over you before he panics.
âWh-where can I?â
âAnywhere, baby! Anywhere you want,â As soon as the last word leaves your lips, Chan yells out your name, his warm seed spurting out and landing on your stomach, some of it even hitting right under your breasts as he milks himself over your body. If you werenât so tired youâd suck him off to overstimulate him, but for now, you just admire how stunning Chan looks. Skin flushed and chiseled jaw clenched as he empties himself onto your sweaty body.
As he cums, Chan tears up a little because holy shit youâre the best feeling heâs ever felt, and being inside of you is like an out of body experience. Heâs no virgin, but this is the first time heâs slept with someone who he has such a strong emotional connection with. Itâs the best thing heâs ever experienced in his life, he thinks.
Once heâs released everything he possibly can, Chan rolls off of you and flops next to your spent body.Â
âHoly shit,â you mumble, taking a deep breath. âI think my soul has officially left the building.â
âOh, I know mine is gone. It was gone the moment you let me kiss you.â Giggling, you glance over at Chan whoâs already looking at you.
âIâll always let you kiss me now. How can I not?â Chan grins wide enough at you that you think his mouth should probably hurt. The thought makes you breathe out a laugh.
Chan tilts his head at you. âWhatâs so funny?â
âNothing. Just admiring how cute you are,â As if not expecting that answer, Chan gets a little shy, eyes looking away from you as you see the tips of his ears reddening. You canât help but lean up and place a kiss on his ear and he jumps at the light peck. âCome on, cutie. Letâs get cleaned up and ready for bed. You can sleep in my room tonight and weâll wash your sheets tomorrow. Sound good?âÂ
Chan nods so aggressively, that you almost question how his neck is feeling. He reaches for his tissues on the side table and wipes the cooling cum from your body. He then helps you up from the bed and tosses you one of his towels, wrapping one around his waist.Â
When you have the towel covering yourself, you both step into the hallway only to freeze when seeing Hansol coming down the hall, and he stops too. He takes notice of the two of you, standing there holding towels over yourselves, and lets out a laugh. He takes his headphones off and lets them drape about his neck, the sound of âAll the Small Thingsâ filling the silence between the three of you.
âI take it the mistletoe worked?â
You and Chan share an incredulous look before turning back to your brother.
âYou put the mistletoe up?!â You gasp. You had just accepted the fact that you put it up and forgot, but itâs nice to know you aren't going completely insane.
âWell, it was Soonyoungâs idea. He called earlier and told me to put it up somewhere both of you would end up. I wasnât sure at first, but it looks like it worked.â
âI meanâŚkind of. But I have so many questions.â
âAsk them later. Iâve been home for a little while but didnât wanna come into the hallway and uh, interrupt.â Hansol frowns and continues on to his room. Your brother halts his steps before going in and fixes you both with a look. âOh, and I only have two things to say. One, Chan, if you hurt my sister I will kick your ass. And Iâm telling Cheol hyung,â Chan lets out a small squeak and salutes Hansol, promising heâll treat you like a queen. Hansol nods and then continues. âAnd two, can yâall like, I donât know, leave a sock or something on your doors when youâre gonna do this? I came in and heard some noises I never want to hear my sister and best friend making ever again so just give me a chance to put my headphones on.âÂ
âUgh, sorry,â you grunt, your face heating up in mortification.Â
âYeah, yeah whatever. Glad you guys can stop trying but failing not to flirt in front of me. Now goodnight and please keep it down for the night, Iâm begging you.â
You and Chan promise your brother that youâll be considerate and he thanks you before shuffling into his room for the night.
âHe took that better than expected,â you observe as you and Chan move into the bathroom.
âYeah. Honestly, I was expecting him either to be grossed out or do something very out of character and hit me or something.â
You snort, turning on the shower water and hanging up the towel youâve been holding against your body. âHansol hasnât swung on anyone or anything since he was at least seven and that was at our old neighborâs bird because it tried to land on his head.âÂ
Chan cackles at the thought, but itâs quickly replaced with a low sigh as he watches you tuck your hair into a shower cap to keep it from getting wet. Watching you stand in front of him, naked and just existing comfortably makes both his heart beat out of his chest and his dick uncomfortably hard.Â
You at least can notice the latter, eyes playfully observing his length between his legs. âSomeone has an impressive bounce back period.âÂ
âI canât help it. I have a beautiful, sexy woman standing naked in front of me. What do you want me to do?â
The bathroom isnât that big so when you brush past Chan, itâs not hard to brush against him. Your thigh grazes his erection and he groans louder than intended, slapping his hand over his mouth when the sound comes out. You canât help but giggle as you slip into the shower watching him still stand there and gawk at you.
âWhat you can do is, come join me in this shower and fuck me against this wall, but only if you can be way quieter than you just were.â
The sentence doesnât even have a chance to finish completely before Chan is practically leaping into the shower, body crowding yours against the tile wall.
âAnything for you, Y/n.â He peppers your neck and shoulder with kisses, biting the skin as he goes.
âMmm, you have got to stop saying that to me, Channie. Youâll spoil me.â
Chan pulls away, eyes meeting yours with the most serious expression youâve seen from him since he confessed his feelings for you earlier this evening.
âGood. I want to spoil you and I will until I physically canât anymore.â Chan rests his forehead against yours, taking a moment to enjoy being close to you as the shower water warms your skin.
âOnly if you let me do the same to you, baby.â His eyes flutter at the pet name and you love the way it seems to make his skin flush more.
âThank you, Y/n.â
âFor what?â
âI donât know, existing? Making me the luckiest man in the world? All of the above?â Itâs your turn to get sheepish at his words, playfully pushing against his firm chest.
âThank you, Chan. You treat me differently from so many other people Iâve been with and you make me feel special.â You hope he understands just how true your words are. The way heâs treated you since you moved in has been with nothing but care and affection, even before knowing he still likes you. Chan is a truly amazing guy and you consider yourself lucky that he wants you in his life like this.
âYou are special and you should feel that way. Iâll make sure to keep doing it. And Iâll make sure you feel amazing and special in every way.â Warm hands slide down your body and slip between your legs to rub gentle circles against your clit. The whiplash from the tender moment to the not-so-tender startles you for only a moment before itâs replaced with want as Chan works you up.
Chanâs dancer hips are something to be studied and worshiped with the way in which he drills into you under the spray. You had teased him with being quiet, but youâre the one that needs to sink your teeth into the thick skin of his shoulder to stop from yelling his name.
He laughs between thrusts, but when you clench around him in retaliation, his pace falters and he pouts down at you. You kiss his pout away, keeping your lips together as you both cum, swallowing the possible noise complaints youâd have received otherwise.Â
Even if Hansol had lectured you both about your noise level, itâd be worth it, especially when you see the blissful look on Chanâs face as he gazes at you. Eyes full of wonder, tiredness, and above all else, love. Even though it hasnât been long at all, youâll be surprised if he canât see the same shining back up at him.
Time seems to fly by, and Christmas suddenly creeps up on you. Thankfully, you finish your shopping before the last minute and get everything you need to, done. You and Chan spend the time leading up to it doing as many cute, coupley things that you can think of while Hansol does his best to not be a third wheel. He rarely ever is, but youâre thankful for the support from your brother nonetheless.
On Christmas morning, Chan is up first, already wide awake and looking at you when you open your eyes. Itâs cute if not a little surprising at first. He at least lets you brush your teeth and make yourself decent before ushering you into the hallway. He knocks loudly on Hansolâs door as he passes, telling him itâs time for presents.Â
His excitement is incredibly endearing and it warms your heart to see him so eager to sit you down on the couch and present you with your first gift from under the Christmas tree. The first box is a small square, secured with a red sparkly ribbon. When you take the lid off, a CD looks back at you in a red, jewel tone case. You smile as you take it out and turn it over, seeing a note on the back along with the tracklist.
Songs for the only woman whoâs ever owned my heart. Merry Christmas, Y/n. Love, Your Channie
Tears prick your eyes at the gesture. Itâs a small gift, but itâs personal. You donât think youâve had anyone make you a mixtape and yet again, it just proves how sweet Lee Chan is.
âThank you Channie,â you pucker your lips and he eagerly leans down to kiss you, almost tripping into your lap in the process. âOh!â He jumps up, running back to the tree for another box, this one wrapped in white ribbons. Inside is another rectangle box, but in that is the gift.Â
âChan?!â
âYou like it?â He asks, taking the bracelet out of the box before you can answer. He gestures to your wrist and you present it, letting him clip the shiny, diamond tennis bracelet. âThe sales lady said theyâre really popular for the âspecial ladies in your lifeâ this year and I thought youâd like it since you like pretty jewelry.â You give Chan a watery smile, stopping yourself again from nearly crying. Instead, you get up and pull him into a hug, squeezing his waist hard.
âI love it, thank you Chan,â When you pull away, itâs your turn to go to the tree to retrieve his gifts.Â
âBut Iâve already gotten the greatest gift Iâve ever wanted in my life,â he gestures to you with a flourish, making you roll your eyes.
âOh yeah? Guess that means I should return these presents then huh?â You dangle both boxes in the air, raising an eyebrow.
âI meanâŚyou already bought them and wrapped them though so you may as well justâŚâ he makes grabby hands at the boxes and you canât help but laugh, handing over both gifts to him.Â
The first one he opens has a shiny silver watch in it that you saw in the mall with Jinah weeks ago and thought of him. Itâs your turn to help him as you put it on his wrist, both of you admiring it. He mentions that itâs the nicest watch heâs ever owned and that heâll never take it off.
When he gets to the other small box, he opens it to see an envelope sitting in the middle of the tissue paper. Curiously, Chan opens it pulling out whatâs inside and he nearly passes out.
âMichael Jackson tickets?!â
âYeah! I heard people at work talk about it like two months ago. Heâs going to be in Seoul this summer! I was getting them for you whether we ended up together or not because I know how much you love him. You deserve it!â You beam at him and watch as tears well in his eyes this time. âAw, Channie!â
Chan jumps from the couch to pull you into a bear hug at the same time that Hansol comes into the living room.
âHyung, I have to tell you now, but Iâm going to marry your sister,â he says in a serious tone.
âChan!â Laughing, you squeeze his arms, trying to wriggle from his grasp.
âFine as long as you still stick by my rules.â
âHansol!â Both men purposely ignore you as they discuss your fictional wedding and Chan brags about his concert tickets. The whole moment fills you with an indescribable warmth, even when Chan finally releases you and lets you sit on the couch.
You didnât anticipate that youâd end up here when you first thought about leaving your career, but youâre glad you did. You wouldnât want to be anywhere else other than here on Christmas with your two favorite men.
âThe ball is going to drop soon!â Seungkwan announces to your group. He turns the volume of the TV up as the countdown shows on the screen.
Itâs New Yearâs Eve and your large group of friends is huddled in Jinahâs living room to ring in the New Year. You hadnât known where youâd be ringing in the year 2000 initially and had anticipated itâd be at home, but with Jinah and Joshua dating and being almost inseparable for the last two weeks, she found herself hanging around the rest of the guys as much as you have and since her apartment is the biggest, she had everyone come here.
Youâre sitting next to Chan on her couch as you pull your drinks closer. Seungkwan and his partner sit together holding hands, nervously checking the clock on the wall and looking back at the TV. The two of them, Seokmin, and one of their other friends named Mingyu all found out about Y2K around the same time and have been preparing for it leading up to tonight. No matter how many times you, Hansol, and Joshua try to tell them youâll all be fine, you let the group of conspiracy theorists have their beliefs, knowing once the new year rolls in, theyâll be fine.
Chan often makes fun of them, but you also never miss the way his eyes widen when they talk about the computers exploding and the world ending.
âThreeâŚtwoâŚone, happy new year!â Everyoneâs voices echo throughout the room as you count down to the new year together, noisemakers and cheers following.
Chan turns towards you, his lips meeting yours as you share your first kiss of the new year. His hands cradle your face, tilting your head back just the slightest to deepen the short yet sensual kiss.
âHappy New Year, Y/n.â He says against your lips.
âHappy New Year, Chan.â
Around the room, the rest of your friends are pouring more champagne and you catch sight of Seungkwan and his partner still sharing their New Yearâs kiss, both smiling, likely in relief. Joshua and Jinah are on the other side of the room, her head resting on his shoulder as they watch the fireworks on TV. Chan redirects your attention back to him to kiss you once more, this one quicker yet just as sweet.
And just like that the world doesnât end, much to Seokmin, Mingyu, Seungkwanâs (and Chanâs) relief, but your new world with Chan in it has just begun. Youâre looking forward to what the new millennia and life with Chan will bring.
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