#JUST MY RAMBLINGS AS A LOVER OF THE BANG CHAN

[seventhcallisto]

Channie. Chris. ( bang chan )

MDNI ! 18+ CONTENT AHEAD !

smut and fluff. bang chan x afab! reader (nn: sweet girl used once). Unprotected sex (wrap it pls ffs). Breeding. Slight edging. I love u's during it. Can be considered soft dom chan, but there really are no roles here, yall.

Chan is such a soft lover. The type to wrap around your waist in the kitchen and kiss your shoulder, swaying you back and forth in a slow waltz. The type to kiss your neck as you let him message it. The type to go out of his way to get you something you want or like.

The type to hold an extra pair of shoes for you in case the heels you're wearing start to hurt. The type to love casual affection. The type to hold your hand and listen to you ramble with the most content and focused expression on his face. Chan was that type of lover.

Chan is also the type of lover to fold you in half as he gives you the dicking of a lifetime. With your legs over his broad shoulders and singing the sweet music only he knows how to drive out of you.

Watching your glistening cunt catch in the night light and shine with slick, creamy from the previous orgasms he has already pried out of you and yet- he's still to reach his own peak everytime he sinks back in to the hilt. Catching himself and slowing down to edge it on- he loves to talk you through it when he does it.

"Gonna cum soon sweetheart?" he'd murmur, husky and out of breath from the brutal pace he's already set for the two of you, slowing down til his thrusts are pushing you- digging deeper and deeper into your cunt until theres no space for him to go. "You're so good for me, baby. Gonna fill you real good, okay?" You're folded, yet he leans down to place his strong arms by your head. You're fucked out and it's all thanks to your boyfriend- your lover.

And he has the guts to smile, to bite his lip and kiss the corner of your mouth, leaning more of his weight onto the bed so he's practically on you- one with you. "Talk to me pretty," he'd ask again, stopping abruptly, then slowing to a grind- torture of pleasure on his handsome face, his cockhead hitting a part of you that has only ever been reached by him.

"I-I'm channie-" you hiccup as quietly as you can manage, jolting in his grasp due to the way everytime he does it, your clit throbs- sore from so many orgasms before, and you whimper once again when he slows down even more, telling you to respond in his own way. "Channie, need you to cum in me please- please please" you'd bargain- chans got a thing for breeding.

"Yeah? Say please one more time f'me-" His tired voice asks, his face hovering over yours. He watches your expressions - your feelings and the satisfaction of his sped up pounding wash over you. "My sweet girl, fuck-" he hisses when you clench again and again- signaling you're going to cum for the 4th time soon.

"Please- oh fuck- chan- chris," you whimper his name once again, something different this time - his name, which you know gets to him. That makes him weak in the knees, soft and mushy.

The way chan has you is everything to him - you're perfect, made just for him and him for you. He can't wait to marry you one day, to put a giant ring on your finger and settle down. You're everything to him- always have been- always will be.

And with another hard slam of his hips, you're scrunching up around him, calling his name with a shriveled cry and digging your nails into his back, not like he minds. Legs squeezing over his shoulder until he drops them down to place himself back between your parted and soaked thighs, hiking them up and over his arms to keep you spread for his wide form.

"Almost there baby, where d'you want it?" He groans, and it reverbs off his chest into yours, his head falling into the junction of your neck to place a sloppy kiss over the countless red blots of hickeys lining up over you. You shake with every push, every pull of his hips, and how hard he drills his cock into you, pumping you with his entire length and dragging out your already exhausting orgasm.

"In-" you stutter, whimpering once more when his dark happy trails skims over your clit from another thrust. "In me, inside chan, please chris?" And oh- it's everything to have you beg for him like this. His cock twitches- his groan deeper this time as he nears his peak.

The harder he bucks inside you, the farther you slip into his lap, his knees placed under you, your body halfway over his strong thighs, he holds you tight there with a grip to your waist, blow after blow, grunt after moan. His eyebrows scrunching, and his eyes locking with yours as he pulls back to lean his head on your forehead.

"I- fuck baby i love you so much," he strains as finally, his eyes drift shut and his face scrunches with pure unaltered bliss, his mouth falling slack. His cum floods you, warm and sticky and so much it has you gasping- his hips stuttering.

He falls over you with a heavy- breathless sigh, his sticky naked skin sticking to yours. You're finally able to catch your breath as well, thighs trembling from around his waist and then unfolding to straighten out cause they're sore, obviously. Chan breathes against you, steadying his breath and listening to yours do the same, your heart pounds against his chest and everything just feels to right to move.

He places a sweet kiss against your jaw, tugging himself to lean on his arm. His face is soft- lax and red. Yours is probably dazed, and fucked to oblivion. But chan smiles anyways, kissing you as softly as he's done hundreds of times before.

"You okay?" He questions with a hum, lips stretching out and his eyes curling to showcase how he's genuinely asking. You blink up at him. "I love you too, chris," you murmur sweetly. Chan falters, a chuckle bubbling up from his throat fondly before you pull him down into your embrace.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes, yeah?" He laughs into your shoulder. You hum happily, content to be in his strong arms and tough figure. Soft and warm and giving. Ready to show you in every way how much he adores and loves you. Just you.

[todomochi-uwu]

Who (6/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Author's notes: It's been such a long time, and I'm sorry for that. Life hasn't been quite easy, but as an apology here's some smut. Hope you enjoy.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

It had been a couple of weeks since that night, and getting used to being back wasn’t quite as easy as you thought it would be. At first feeling like a stranger to the place you had once called home, and while your lovers may try to help with that, you fear they may seem to be overcompensating a bit.

You woke up because of the ungodly amount of sound that came from the kitchen.

“Yunho?” Your eyes could barely focus on the things in front of you, besides, what the hell was he doing at home at this hour? Wiping the floor?

“Good morning, my love.” He sighed and got up, “I’m sorry did I wake you up? I dropped some pans and spilt milk. I’m sorry I’m a bit of a mess right now.” He kissed your forehead before going back to cooking, “I’m making breakfast, are pancakes, okay? We also have cereal, or I can make you some eggs or…”

“Pancakes are okay, but what are you doing here so late in the morning? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” You took a seat on the kitchen bar.

“I’m taking some time off, they asked me to. Just to get my head back on my shoulders.” He flipped a pancake, “Mingi will be back in a second he went to get some orange juice, we ran out yesterday and we know how much you like it and…” He kept on going, but you couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.

You looked at him without saying anything. His hands trembled with every move he made; he kept on rambling, not stopping to take a breath, afraid to let any uncomfortable silences come through. He couldn’t stay put, moving things around, not able to focus on one thing.

Mingi came through the door. His hands were full of grocery bags that threatened to snap and spill what was inside of them. “I’m back!” He set everything on the countertop, bags of snacks spilling out, hygiene products you were missing, and a bunch of things you don’t even remember mentioning you needed. “I bought everything you ask for, my love.”

“Mingi, you didn’t have to buy this all at once. I have most of this stuff back at my place.”

“Oh well, now you have them here.”

After everything that you had gone through you felt like you needed a bit of time alone, to take a step back and process. Having to come to terms with the idea of being single, actually trying to move on, Bang Chan, the club, Yunho and Mingi. All that in such a short period was messing with your head. But your lovers seemed to differ.

“Babe, I will come back earlier from work to take you on a date, okay?”

“Mingi, we went out yesterday, I’m sure Jongho needs your help back at the office.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of everything.”

Yunho wasn’t any different.

“My love, how about we go for a walk? Or would you rather watch a movie? We can go for some ice cream.”

“Yun, don’t you have to study? I saw your calendar and you have an upcoming test.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out.”

You missed them, and not having them around had been a nightmare, but this might be over the top. Not neglecting you didn’t have to mean neglecting everything else. So, a list of all the things you had to do began to form in the back of your head.

First, figure out a way to tell them (in a way that won’t destroy Mingi) that you need some space to understand what’s going on in your head and heart. Second, get some actual work done; bills still need to get paid. Third and last of all (and the one you have been dreading the most) talk to Chan. You weren’t even sure if he would be willing to. Jisung said he hasn’t seen him come out of his apartment, and he doesn’t even answer the door; every single time Minho tried contacting him it goes straight to voice mail. Your friend assures you he only needs a bit of time, but you are not quite sure, this might be it for your friendship, and you won’t lie, it breaks your heart.

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Going back to the first task. You rehearsed over and over again the things you want to say, in your head and front of the mirror, it makes you cringe, but it’s better than to see Mingi drown in tears and sobs.

“I appreciate all the effort you are putting in, but that doesn’t mean you have to neglect everything else in your life...”

“We have to learn how to balance work, our individuality and this relationship...”

“All this will take time, trust is gained slowly, and I’m sure…”

And you swore those would be the words that would come out of your mouth the second dinner was over. It wasn’t easy to explain how you ended up in this position…

Mingi between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a starved man, his mouth alternating between your entrance and your clit, not knowing which one to pleasure first. Meanwhile, Yunho was sucking at your neck, leaving bruises all over the sensitive skin; his fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples, and the sins that came out of his mouth made you tremble.

“Haven’t you missed this, my love?” He said pulling on your earlobe, “Have you missed Mingi eating your sweet, little cunt, mm?”

Mingi let your skin go with a pop, before pushing two of his long, thick fingers inside you without warning, finding a rhythm immediately, kitten licking your clit at the same time.

You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts; pleasure had completely taken over your brain; you could only feel the warmth of Mingi’s tongue and Yunho’s hard cock on your back.

“Please, please, please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

“What do you need, baby? Tell us and we’ll give it to you.”

“I need you.” You whimpered.

“But baby, you have us.” Fucking Yunho, always a tease.

“Please, please Yuyu.”

“You need to tell me, love.”

Mingi’s mouth abandoned your core, leaving you aching and in need of more. “Come on, baby. You have to tell us what you want.” He urged, mocking you. “Use your words.” His fingers kept you on the edge, but not giving you any more.

Your mind is clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "I need..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "...both of you."

Yunho's fingers continued their torturous assault on your sensitive buds, while his teeth nipped your skin, "And you will have us."

Mingi resumed his ministrations with renewed fervour. His fingers delved deeper, stroking that sweet spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins, while his tongue resumed its teasing assault on your throbbing clit.

“I need to cum, please.”

"Then cum, my love, cum for us.”

With a strangled cry, you let yourself go, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming sea of sensations your lovers were providing. Heavy breaths escaped your chest, a constant ring in your ears, you could barely tell where you were, but one thing was clear, your lovers were not done with you.

You could feel them moving around you. This time Mingi was the one behind you, holding your knees against your chest, placing small kisses and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, his hands massaged your thighs gently.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart.” His fingers traced patterns in your bruised skin.

The familiar sound of the lubricant’s cap opening made you whimper; you had been conditioned to know what would happen next. Yunho and Mingi would always make sure to prepare you to take them, making you cum a couple of times before even trying anything, but tonight you just couldn’t wait, and neither could they.

“Are you ready, my love?” Yunho’s words made you tremble. You felt both their tips in your entrance, ready to claim you at the same time. Mingi kept his hands on your hips while the man in front of you caressed your legs, waiting for your permission to go on. Both of them slightly shaking with excitement and desperation.

“Yes.”

The sensation of being filled by them was overwhelming, but made you feel complete, whole, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Their movements were slow and hesitant, not wanting to hurt you. Mingi’s moans and whines filled your ears, his hands pinched your skin and his head was thrown back in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, yes, god yes!” He wasn’t concerned by the sounds that left his mouth, too busy enjoying the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

Yunho wasn’t doing any better, groans constantly leaving his mouth, driving himself deeper inch by inch. His eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly opened, his eyes could only focus on the place where your bodies met and became one. The image of his and Mingi’s cock splitting you open wasn’t new, but goddamn was it the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

You closed your eyes, trying to control yourself. Pain and pleasure danced inside you, intertwining themselves and covering your entire being. Each thrust consumed you entirely, making your moans turn into screams, you could feel yourself teetering over the edge. The blonde´s fingers pushed on the small bud of nerves at your core making tears spill out of your eyes, while Yunho’s lips sucked your nipples raw.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned, his hips never relenting their hellish pace. And a single moment of clarity, his eyes met Mingi’s. The same look of need and lust covered his face, red cheeks and dazed eyes, cries escaping his mouth, a small I love you between them. With what little sanity he had left, he took the younger man’s head and pushed their heads in a kiss. their teeth clashing and tongues sucking on each other in ardour, both of them moaning because of the new stimulation.

“I’m going to cum!” You cried. An explosion of pleasure filled your system, as your body convulsed in ecstasy, making you almost pass out. Yunho and Mingi couldn’t hold back any longer, the tight knot snapped, joining you and spilling their seed inside you. Their essence and yours running down your thighs, ending up in the couch’s leather.

The three of you lay breathless, boneless, but complete. You had for once and for all found your way back to each other, and after what felt like an eternity, everything felt right.

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[mr-hanjisung]

GUYS GUYS GUYS HEAR ME OUT.

A quickie with Seungmin before and after his show?? AND HE'S STILL PERFORMING WITH ENDLESS STAMINA.

Needs not Wants

WARNINGS: Use of the word jagi/jagiya, mentions of orgasm denial, begging, dirty talk, protected sex, kind of public, light to no foreplay, light hair-pulling, horny Seungmin, fwb to lovers

GENRE: 💋 (✏️)

WORD COUNT: 933

A/N:

Not proofread!

"Min..! If you go even faster, I'm not sure how quiet I can be..." You warned as his hands stayed on your wrists. "Feisty today, are we?" He asked as you regretted your words instantly. You knew that usually that led to orgasm denial. You didn't want to risk it, especially with the time crunch you guys were on.

"No, I'm sorry... Min... please... keep going..." You begged as he smiled, kissing your cheek. "I love hearing you... knowing that only I can see you like this... turns me on in ways unimaginable..." He said, thrusting incredibly fast, causing you to lose your breath by how fast it was. Then soon, he hit one of your good points, and both of you came. You felt yourself get lightheaded. Once he was finished with his orgasm, he cleaned you up and threw away the condom.

"Here, a fresh change of clothes. I'm gonna go ahead unless you can't dress yourself. You know what? I'll change you anyway-" You cut his rambling off by kissing him. "You talk too much Seungmin." You stated as he blushed. "Sorry, I prefer talking through body language, the warmth of our bodies. Talk to each other. Which is why I love quickies with you jagi..." He said as now you sat blushing. You both sat in silence until Lee Know came banging at Seungmin's door.

"Seungmin! Let's go! We gotta get on stage in 3 minutes, and we are gonna be late at this rate!" He yelled as Seungmin got chills, throwing a blanket on you and kissing your head. He left the room with Lee Know. You quickly changed and went out to watch their performance.

You watched as Seungmin performed like you guys didn't just fu-

"Excuse me." You heard someone call out. "I can't help but notice you are looking at Seungmin. Are you a big fan?" The girl asked. You couldn't tell who she was as you had a hat on.

'Hey random stranger! Yes, I'm a big fan but I'm also his fuck bu-’

"Yeah, I am." You replied as she smiled at you. "Okay, usually I wouldn't do this. But the look in your eyes looks at him with purity and are genuine.”

You then found out that the girl was Hannah, Chan's sister. And she was gonna get you backstage. You could already get backstage, but it wouldn't be risky this time.

As Hannah brought you to the back. Seungmin locked eyes with you, mouthing, 'What are you doing here?' As you mouthed back, 'I'll explain later.' Then Hannah took you to Seungmin. "She is one of your biggest fans, so take care of her Minnie." Hannah said, walking off to her brother. Seungmin then connected the dots. "Well, shall we go to my dressing room? I'm sure I can give you a tour." Seungmin said as you nodded.

He then took you to his dressing room, and once the doors locked, he pulled you in for a kiss. He cupped your cheek and made you tilt your head up. He was directly above you now. You were pressed up against the wall, feeling the heat of his pants against yours.

"My biggest fan, you say?" He said, his hands undressing you as you blushed. "Did you want to risk getting caught again..." You warned as you chuckled and whispered in your ear. "Not gonna lie, you surprised me jagi, you're so wet. Not to mention, you look really, good in my clothes jagiya." You blushed as you heard him growl the word 'really' in your ear. You pushed him lightly. "Shush, I know... but that's only because I know how to style clothes and you have good clothing selection.”

He smiled at your comment as all the clothing pieces dropped to the floor. "Do you need to be prepped?" He asked you as you shook your head no. He smirked and made you sit on top of him, his cock touching your stomach, smearing his pre-cum. "Why don't you lead today?" He said as you blushed, aligning yourself to him. Once you did you slowly moved down, causing him to groan. You held onto the couch frame that he laid on and began to move. Seungmin held onto your hips as Hannah knocked on the door.

"Seungmin! Chan told me to let you know you have 5 minutes to be out or he's gonna make you pay for everyone's meals tonight. Including mine." Hannah said as Seungmin watched you bounce on him slowly mesmerized. "Min... Hannah is-" You tried mumbling to him but he cut you off with a kiss. "Just focus... we have 5 minutes..." He said as he covered your mouth, thrusting upwards. Covering your mouth was a smart move because after you began to moan like crazy.

Seungmin felt you clamp around him and that's how he knew you were close. "C'mon jagi... release all over me..." He begged as your hands found their way to his hair. Entangled in his locks, tugging on them as you kissed him. He became needy and went even faster driving you both to the edge.

“That was probably the quickest one, we have 2 minutes to clean up." Seungmin said as you giggled, "You're such a dirty pup." You said as he kissed you, "I know we've been like this for a while so why don't we make it official? Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked nonchalantly as you smiled, "If we don't end up dating then I'm not sure what we are Min." You said as he chuckled.

[minnie--verse]

First Date Pt. 2 (Bang Chan x Reader)

!!PT 2!!

summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort, slow burn.

general warnings:  barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.

word count: ~4.4k

chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, first meets, first love flutters, roommate!Felix

author's note: AHHHH welcome back to part 2! I'm so excited to see some people checking this out! Let me know if you see any errors so i can fix it, and let me know what you enjoyed!!

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“Sorry… have we met?”

Chan’s smile falters a little, his eyebrows stitching together in confusion before he lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, “Ha-- funny, Y/N,” he says as he rolls his eyes at you, “I even brought out the stupid 90’s bucket hat you told me to never wear.”

What the hell was up with this guy?  

You looked across Chan, shaking your head and closing your eyes, “I’m sorry, what?” Your arms drop from up by the register screen and rest by your waist as you scrape out the underside of your nails anxiously.

Chan takes off the hat and looks at it in his hands, and you watch him look at it before he points at his hair, “Honestly, I’m surprised how easy it was to talk with you yesterday, because I just…” You watch him reach behind his head and rub his neck as he trails off and hisses as he takes in a breath, “I thought you were so pretty and while I was making music I couldn’t help but think about you the whole time--”

“Okay… uhm that’s pervy--” You let out a laugh, stunned and in complete disbelief at what he had just admitted to you, “I think you need to leave.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at Chan with a bit of disgust in your eyes. Okay, actually what the fuck was wrong with him? 

“What? Wait--” Chan’s eyes immediately widened, anxiety prickling through his body as he puts out his hands in defense, “No like literally making music, not-- cause we talked about it yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” You repeat to him, “I’ve never met you.” You say as you take a step back from the register and peer around your coworkers. Your mind is running a million miles an hour as Chan rambles on about paper football, music, and trashy 90’s fashion and your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest.

“Binnie!” You shouted over the chatter in the cafe, your eyes flickering between Chan and Changbin, “Can you come tell this guy to leave?” You ask, seeing Changbin step between you and the register, you see Changbin’s eyes flicker with something that looks like realization.

“Yeah I got this. Go ahead and go on your break Y/N,” Changbin smiles at you warmly, resting a hand on your shoulder as he ushers you off. A sense of relief washes over you as you back away from the register and retreat into the backroom.

After you were long gone, Changbin looks over at Chan with a heavy sigh. “Come on,” Changbin waves Chan to follow him to the empty table near the back of the cafe. A heavy sigh exit’s Changbin’s body as he leans against the edge of the table and nods for Chan to sit with him. As they settle into their seats, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air.

"Chan," Changbin begins, his tone serious, "I need to talk to you about Y/N. There's something you should know."

Chan raises his hands up in defense as he quickly tries to explain himself, "I swear I wasn’t trying to be sexual or push myself on her, I was just--"

"Y/N is special,” Changbin interrupts Chan’s rambling, “and not just because she's a good person or pretty. Y/N is my best friend, Chan and the best no-detail explanation I can give you is that she went through something…. traumatic… a while back, and it resulted in her mind shutting off her short-term memory."

Chan's expression shifts to one of surprise, absorbing the weight of Changbin's revelation. "Wait, she doesn't remember things?"

Changbin nods solemnly. "That's right. Her past is all there, every memory leading up to that day. She remembers her job, her friends, family, hobbies, passions, dislikes, likes… but any new experiences are lost each time she sleeps. She's not aware of it, and we've all been just playing along so she doesn’t panic every day.”

Chan's mind races, trying to process the information about you, “That seems… fake. Is she just not interested in me?"

Changbin furrows his brows at Chan, “Why the hell would I pull you aside just to lie to you?” Changbin says in annoyance, and his hands fall against the table as he looks up at Chan, “Look dude, I really wish I was making this up. She truly just doesn’t remember meeting you yesterday.”

Chan turns around, pressing his lips together as he looks through the window of the backroom door, then back to Changbin. Chan was at a loss for words at the moment as he chewed on his bottom lip as he absorbed the weight of your story, a sense of empathy and admiration settled within him. Changbin, ever protective of Y/N, watches Chan closely, gauging his response.

"She really doesn’t know that she’s basically living the plot of ‘Groundhog Day’?" Chan asks, a thoughtful expression on his face as he leans back in the chair, "She seemed so carefree and vibrant."

Changbin nods, his protective instincts heightened as he listens to Chan talk about her, "She's been through a lot, but some part of her mind had chosen not to remember new things anymore in order to protect itself."

Chan runs a hand through his hair, a mix of emotions playing on his features. "I can't stop thinking about our conversation. It felt... different, you know? Like there was a connection beyond the usual small talk."

Changbin's gaze intensifies, his concern evident. "Chan, I know you mean well, but you need to understand that Y/N won't remember you. No matter how much you connect or how meaningful the conversation is, it won't stick with her."

A subtle wave of disappointment washes over Chan. "So, every time we talk, it's like starting from scratch?"

Changbin nods, "Exactly. It's the reality she faces every day. She builds connections in the present, but they fade away by the time she wakes up. Why do you think I don't get mad at her for being late everyday?"

Chan sighs, grappling with the complexity of the situation. "It's just... it feels unfair, you know? To have such a meaningful conversation and then realize it's fleeting for her."

Changbin leans forward, a stern yet understanding look in his eyes. "Life isn't always fair. Y/N doesn’t even know it’s happening, so regardless if we think it’s unfair, she has no idea.”

As their conversation continues, Chan grapples with the delicate balance of forming connections in a world that can be both fleeting and unpredictable. Changbin, always the guardian of your well-being, imparts his wisdom, underscoring the importance of being present in the moments no matter how transient they may be.

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You stand in the break room, peeking through the slightly ajar door at Chan and Changbin having a seemingly intense conversation. Your spidey-barista senses are tingling, and you can't help but let your imagination run wild.

What are they talking about? Did I mess up someone's coffee order? Did someone complain about my latte art? Your mind races through all the potential coffee-related disasters. But then, Chan mentions something about knowing you from the day before. The day before? Is he mistaking me for someone else? Did I accidentally give him someone else's order?

You start to play detective, trying to recall all the customers from yesterday. Let's see... there was the guy who insisted his coffee had to be exactly 180 degrees. Maybe that's Chan? But no, he doesn't strike me as a temperature fanatic. Your thoughts take a comedic turn as you picture a scenario where Chan is a secret coffee critic, grading your barista skills. Maybe he's here to rate my latte art on a scale of one to ten. Should I be flattered or terrified?

You peek your head back into the window of the breakroom to see both Changbin and CHan looking back at you before Changbin says something with a serious expression, and Chan's face shifts. Oh no, did I break a coffee machine or something? Is this a coffee-related emergency meeting? You can't help but sigh at the absurdity of your own thoughts. 

Jesus Christ-- Shut up. You're being ridiculous. They're probably just talking about, I don't know, the weather or something. 

Trying to look like you weren’t watching the two, you reach behind you and adjust the apron to fit you a better as you come out from your break. You take your break mug to the sink to rinse it out and your mind keeps spinning, trying to figure out what the hell that guy was talking about. 

There was no way you had met this guy yesterday because you didn’t even work yesterday. You took the day off because you had ended things with your ex and things just didn’t go well, thankfully Changbin was your best friend and boss so he understood your position. That guy had to’ve had you confused with someone else, because you didn’t even come out of your room to talk with your roommate yesterday let alone leave your bed.

You shook your head as you put the glass mug into a dishwasher, then standing up to find Changbin leaning against the counter.

"Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" Changbin inquires, feigning casualness.

You nod, though a lingering curiosity tugs at you. "Yeah, just wondering what that was all about. Is everything alright?"

Changbin nods, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I just asked that guy to leave since he made you uncomfortable."

You're touched by the gesture, a mix of gratitude and confusion playing on your features. "Thanks, Bin. But seriously who the fuck was that? Is he like-- a critic? Did I mess up something? Did I mess up his order yesterday?"

Changbin lets out a laugh, and shakes his head as he approaches the espresso machine, wiping it down with a white cloth. "No, no, not at all. Your coffee is fine, as always. I just thought you could use a breather, so I told Chan to leave, that's all."

You smile, grateful for the concern, but then your face contorts, “Chan? Is that his name?” a small knot of uncertainty forms in your stomach, "Is there something I don't know?"

Changbin pauses for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Uh-- yeah…” He said, his eyes not wavering from the coffee machine as he polished it, “He mentioned something about knowing you from yesterday, but I told him he had the wrong person."

You furrow your brow, trying to make sense of the situation. "Knowing me from yesterday? What does that even mean? Bin, I wasn’t even here yesterday."

Changbin offers a reassuring smile, “I know,” he says, tossing the cloth over his shoulder before turning to face you with a soft sigh, hoping to divert your attention, "It's probably nothing. Just a misunderstanding. Don't worry about it, yeah?”

You decide to accept Changbin's explanation, even though it makes about as much sense as a decaf espresso at 6 AM, but you accept it nonetheless.

 Okay so-- he asked Chan to leave so I could relax. Maybe I was looking a bit stressed. Or maybe he thinks I need a coffee break so I don't accidentally start serving lattes with abstract stupid latte art.

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The rest of the work day went by pretty quickly, and before you knew it your eight hour shift was up. Meaning you had the rest of your day to yourself, which you were thankful for because work was busy. The bell above the cafe door chimes as you step out, your shift finally over. The day's caffeine-fueled chaos is now behind you, you're eager to enjoy a moment of peace. As you step onto the sidewalk, you can't help but release a contented sigh in the tranquility of busy city streets.

Tranquility, as always, is short-lived.

There, leaning casually against the wall, is that guy Chan. His presence catches you off guard, and annoyance flickers in your eyes. This is not what you wanted to deal with after today.

"Didn't you leave already?" you ask, a touch of irritation in your voice.

Chan grins, seemingly unfazed by your annoyance. "Well, I thought I'd stick around. See if you're up for some company."

You raise an eyebrow, your annoyance intensifying as you stuff your hands into your coat pockets, "You waited for me? Why?"

Chan shrugs, feigning innocence, “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I guess I had you confused with someone else I met yesterday,” He says, you could tell he genuinely meant it by the way his lips pressed together and his eyes met yours. I wanted to see if I could make it up to you, I really do make music and wanted to offer to show you.”

Your irritation deepens, but something in your chest makes you feel pulled into his offer. You chew on your lip in thought,  "Chan, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t even know you."

You roll your head around before casting your gaze back onto Chan, who was smiling softly at you. It was as if he expected you to answer like that. "Then I’ll let you know me,” He says.

You shoot him a skeptical glance but eventually relent with a resigned sigh. As you start walking, you can't shake off how easily this guy just melted your annoyance. It was kind of alarming how disarming he was, but the way he smiled so genuinely made you give in..

Note to self, you think, next time someone says they're leaving, make sure they mean it. As you navigate the city streets with Chan by your side, you brace yourself for the continuation of a conversation you were hoping to leave behind at the cafe.

But it never comes.

Chan instead walks beside you, closer to the street as he guides you to his studio. Chan, ever persistent, seems genuinely interested in getting to know you. 

"So, how long have you been working at the cafe?" he asks, his tone casual.

You glance at him, the city lights reflecting in his eyes as the. "About a year now. It's been... interesting, to say the least."

He chuckles, the puffs of vapor coming out as he laughs, lightening the atmosphere. "I can imagine. I mean, the coffee shop world has its own kind of drama, right?”

You share a laugh, recalling some of the amusing incidents that have unfolded within the cafe's walls. "Oh, you have no idea. It's like a caffeinated soap opera in there sometimes. When it’s slow you get to chat with customers and they tell you all about their personal life."

As you continue walking, Chan steers the conversation toward more personal territory. "And how do you know Changbin? He seems pretty protective of you."

A smile plays on your lips at the mention of Changbin. "Changbin's been a good friend for a while, like a brother. He's the one who convinced me to try working at the cafe. Said it would be an adventure."

Chan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "An adventure, huh? Changbin seems like he takes his guardian role seriously."

You laugh, nodding in agreement. "Oh, absolutely. He's like the caffeine-fueled big brother I never asked for. Always making sure I'm okay, checking in, and, well, occasionally being overprotective. But it comes from a good place."

Chan smirks, finding the image amusing. "Overbearing big brother, got it. I guess every coffee shop needs one of those."

You continue, painting a picture of Changbin's quirks and idiosyncrasies. "He means well, really. But sometimes, he can be a bit overbearing. Like, if a customer gives me a hard time, he's ready to unleash his wrath."

Chan chuckles, envisioning the protective barista stance. "Unleash his wrath, huh? Sounds serious. Should I be on my best behavior around Changbin?"

You playfully roll your eyes. "Nah, he's just looking out for his friends. It's part of his charm, I guess."

As you and Chan arrive at his recording studio, the atmosphere shifts from the city streets to the creative sanctuary within. The low hum of equipment and the soft glow of studio lights welcome you into Chan's world of music.

As the door swings open, You enter before Chan to see another boy lounging in a chair. He looks up from his spot, a music mixer in front of him. "Chan, god finally, I’ve been working on this all day and I need you to list-- who's this?" Han asks, casting a curious glance your way.

Chan smiles behind you, his eyes fixed on Han as we look at him wide eyed as if pleading him not to say anything stupid. "Y/N, this is Han. Han, this is Y/N, I met her at the coffee shop today."

You turn around to glance at Chan, a confused flicker in your eyes before facing Han once more, “Yes… he stopped by the coffee shop and we had an-- interesting exchange.”

You exchange greetings, and as the three of you settle into the studio space, Chan shoots a subtle glance at Han, silently signaling the need for discretion. Han, however, seems oblivious to the unspoken message. 

Han turns around in his chair from his computer to face you, and you watch his eyes squint. The cogs were turning in his head as he points at you, he takes a breath like he’s about to say something and then presses his lips together, “I thought you met her yest--”

Chan's eyes widen imperceptibly, and you shoot him a questioning look. Han's comment hangs in the air, and Chan, ever quick-witted, smoothly deflects. The awkward dance between Chan and Han unfolds, leaving you on the sidelines, a spectator that remains just out of reach to understand the whole story. The air in the studio holds a subtle tension that leaves you questioning the unspoken truths lingering beneath the surface.

"Oh, you know, I got her confused with someone else," Chan speaks quickly, before feigning nonchalance. 

Han raises an eyebrow, and his lips remain parted as he looks over at you, then back to Chan, "Ohh-kay, sure…"

You catch Chan's apologetic glances in your direction, and a flicker of confusion passes through your mind. Is there something I'm missing here? Why does it feel like they're sharing a secret that I'm not privy to?

Chan chuckles nervously, shooting you an apologetic look. "Some things are better left unspoken, you know?"

What the hell is going on between these two? Is there something specific about me that's making the air in this room so... charged?

“Uhm… Han,” You say, taking a deep inhale to try and shift the awkward tone of the studio as you slip off your coat and drape it over your arm, “You said you had something to show Chan when we got here? Mind if I eavesdrop?” 

Han glances at you, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Ah, it's a little something I've been tinkering with. Thought Chan might like it."

You nod, grateful for the chance to redirect the energy, and you slip past the coffe table and take a seat on the couch while Chan takes a seat in the other office chair.

As Han cues up the track, the room is enveloped in the beginning notes of his creation. The tension eases, replaced by the shared experience of discovering a new melody. You catch a subtle exchange of relieved glances between Chan and Han, as if they appreciate the change of topic.

The music takes center stage, filling the studio with intricate harmonies and rhythm. You find yourself nodding along, genuinely enjoying the artistry at play. After the track concludes, you turn to Han with an appreciative smile.

"Holy shit, Han," you compliment, “was that you rapping?” You ask, pointing at the computer next to him with a smile.

You see a sheepish grin sneak out to Han’s face, “Ah-- Yeah…” He spins his chair all the way around and faces you.

You, however, aren't willing to let him off the hook that easily. "Seriously, Han! You've got a unique style. It's not just about the words; it's how you deliver them. There's a rhythm and a flow that's all your own." You say excitedly, “Man, if y’all ever have your music debut, you’ll have to let me know so I can be your first official fan.”

The ambient hum of the studio equipment creates a backdrop as the three of you settle into a conversation about music, the universal language that seems to bind you together.

"I've always been fascinated by how music can transport you to a different place," you share, the genuine passion evident in your voice. "Music is really important to me, it has been for a long time."

Chan nods, understanding the sentiment and he looks at you with a knowing glance, “It’s nice to escape with music."

Chan's words echo your own sentiments, and a surprise recognition sparks within you. It's as if he's plucking thoughts directly from your mind, giving voice to the emotions you've held close.

You glance at Chan, a mixture of surprise and connection dawning in your eyes. His words resonate with your inner monologue, articulating the very essence of how music has been your escape during… that time of your life.

You stare at Chan for a moment, reveling in the fact that he understands how you felt perfectly. It was like you had already told him, and you softly nodded your head in agreement. His first impression was admittedly awful, but he seems to be so genuine when he talks to you and it's been a long while since you’ve felt so at ease talking with people you had just met.

As the conversation in the studio flows, you find your attention drifting, your gaze unconsciously drawn to Chan. The soft glow of the studio lights plays on his features, highlighting the contours of his face. It's in these unguarded moments that you can't help but admire the subtle details – the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his expression shifts when he's lost in thought.

You watch with a soft smile, your admiration growing with each word he shares. There's an authenticity in his expression, a genuine enthusiasm that transforms the studio into a sacred space where music isn't just heard; it's felt. He really loves this, a sense of warmth enveloping you as you observe Chan's fervent gestures, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of joy and intensity. It's infectious, and you can't help but smile too as he talks about his love for music, and you can't help but be drawn into the orbit of his passion.

As Chan laughs in response to one of Han's anecdotes, you notice the way his features relax, and a genuine happiness radiates from him. It's a sight that resonates deeply with you – the joy of someone immersed in their element, unburdened and free. He looks beautiful when he's happy, there was so much genuine happiness etched across his face as he and Han mess around. The lines that form when he smiles, the crinkles near his eyes – it's a portrait of a person in their element, and you can't help but be struck by the magnetic charm of his happiness.

Caught in the act, you suddenly realize that Chan has noticed your lingering gaze. His eyes meet yours, and there's a playful glint in them, as if he's amused by the subtle admiration you thought went unnoticed.

A warm flush creeps up your cheeks, and you quickly avert your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth.

Chan, however, doesn't let it slide so easily. A teasing smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gently remarks, "Caught you staring, huh?"

You can feel the embarrassment intensifying, but there's also a lightheartedness in Chan's tone that eases the tension. You play along, mustering a sheepish grin. "Well, you know, it's hard not to appreciate good company and, uh, interesting conversation."

Chan chuckles, a knowing glint still in his eyes. "Interesting conversation, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?"

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As the night in the recording studio winds down, you decide it's time to head back to your apartment. The music has filled the air with creative energy, but the familiarity of your own space calls to you. Chan, sensing your departure, offers to walk you out.

"Hey, I'll walk you to your place," Chan suggests with a friendly smile.

You agree, appreciating the gesture. Together, you exit the studio, the city lights casting a soft glow on the sidewalks. The air is filled with the residual melodies of the night, and as you walk, a comfortable silence settles between you.

Chan takes a moment before breaking the quietude. "You know, I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight."

You turn to him, a genuine warmth in your eyes. "Likewise,” You smile, “I’m uh-- I promise I wasn't staring for the reason you think,” You laugh awkwardly.

As you reach your apartment building, Chan stops, “Oh yeah, I’m sure…” He winks, looking at you with a smirk before continuing, "You know even if we're just getting to know each other, I hope we can do it again. It was really nice to meet you."

His words linger in the air, and you find them unexpectedly touching. "I'd like that, Chan," you reply, a genuine smile forming. "Thanks for the company."

Chan bids you goodnight, watching as you enter your building. As the door closes behind you, he stands there for a moment, a mix of emotions playing on his face.

You let out a sigh and a soft smile as you walk to your apartment door, unlocking it to find your roommate standing in the kitchen as he mixes something in a large bowl.

“Who the hell was that, Y/N?” He pokes at you with a sly grin, “You’re letting guys walk you home now? Where was my invitation?” He says with a playful laugh as he looks down at the bowl. 

“Felix, I met someone.”

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end note: Screaming. Question for the commenters.... whats worse? Not knowing your reliving the same day repeatedly, or watching someone else do it?

Thank you so much for reading! I'll work on part 3 as soon as I can!!

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passenger | jennie

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pairing: kim jennie x female reader

word-count: 5.2k

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warnings: swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, the inherent awkward manoeuvring of car sex, some real fuzzy emotions

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victory | chan

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pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 3.2k

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consort v | minho

pairing: lee minho x reader

word count: 15.1k

genre: historical au, arranged marriage au, enemies-to-lovers

warnings: sexual content, period-typical sexism, discussions of sex and pregnancy, specifically sexual content warnings below the cut, look at these losers finally communicating just barely, an ungodly amount of fic

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summary:

It was strange to see him in this kind of environment – in public, on display, revered by the people and intimidating the elite. You hated to admit it, but he really was the picture-perfect crown prince. Tall, good-looking, keen-eyed and sharp-witted.

The same qualities that made him so perfectly suited to the politics of his role – staying aloof, hiding his motives, so unruffled and so unreadable – were the qualities you found so infuriating in him as a husband. 

sexual content warnings: oral sex, masturbation

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pairing: bang chan x reader

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[lavenderbexlatte]

plz type out the hot take essay. we love critical thinking within fandoms.

alright so. chan's personas.

i feel like he's already had a few.

2017, so predebut and over the survival show, it was the Monster Rookie. jyp's veteran trainee, hip hop prodigy, stone-cold leader who was ~sometimes~ silly but who mostly was a badass who singlehandedly put together skz and led them to debut.

yeah, no. the show wasn't a survival show, not really. they eliminated people, sure, but i would bet top fucking dollar that jype always intended to debut the group as is.

and chan didn't form the group. jype did. that's a blatant story told to make the group seem more...underdog-ish? idk. regardless. that's not how that works.

2018 was Teen Chan. bear with me on the name.

he was a rookie idol, but he was trying everything. he was on ASC for a while. he tried MCing, he tried fitting the goofy and sporty role on the team for a while. he dropped the hip-hop persona. he turned away from rap toward vocals. he was funnier, looser, more physical comedy, more awkwardness.

2019 was the birth of Emotional Support Kpop Boy Chan, which ran through 2020, also.

as he developed his chan's room method over 2019, he fell more into the responsible, socially-aware, image-conscious role. he focused a lot on his output toward fans. he started to cultivate an open, honest, and communicative style of being.

but is that real? or is it another persona?

not that he's fake, but that...it's what he thinks he should be. 

i think that he probably tries really hard to be exactly what he needs to be. and we do get glimpses of the real guy, bc of course we do. he’s not lying or deceiving us. he’s just creating a boundary of his own. he wants to be a positive force, so he ONLY shows the good on chanbang. that kind of thing. 

now, why would he make the OTHER personas??

2017 Monster Rookie Chan, i think, is the result of 7 years of training and a deep, deep inferiority complex. based on when he was recruited, his age, and who he trained with, chan should have been in got7. he should have. why would they pass him over? 

easy. he wasn’t good enough yet. some people are born to be stars (bts jungkook. jackson wang. nct/wayv ten) and i firmly believe that’s not chan. chan WORKED to get where he is. he WORKED to become an all-rounder. at got7′s debut, he wasn’t READY. and i think that he was determined to make it stick this time. hence. a strong and fearless persona. 

2018 Teen Chan was him overcompensating. he had been a badass for a long, long time at that point. his whole image was Leader. strong, bossy, parental. he wanted to get goofy. he didn’t have many solo stans before this era. seriously. 

2019-2020 ESKB Chan was him softening again. he realized that the goofy role better fits the younger members, especially once chan became both the leader and the oldest. there was no one left to baby HIM, or be an equal. so he stepped fully into being the one who takes care of EVERYTHING. the band. the company. us. not himself tho oop-

and that brings us to 2021. 

the new era. and his new persona. Sexy Chan.  

body chains. multiple songs about sex. always being naked. the wolfgang stage. why does he keep wearing collars he knows i love writing him a collar but this is REAL LIFE-

yeah. fuck that 🤣🤣

[hwangsify]

SKZ HEADCANONS: AS HIGHSCHOOL BOYFRIENDS !

pairing. stray kids x gn reader

genre. fluff

warnings. food, a disgusting amount of fluff, mild swearing

summary. how skz would be as your highschool lover.

word count. 0.8k+

a/n. thank you all for 100 followers! i'm very honored oml <3 please take this as my thank you present to all of you :3 i'm so fucking whipped for skz as highschool bfs lmao

minho : kicks you from under the table of your joined desks just to annoy you and to get your attention. leaves cartons of strawberry milk by your seat after lunch. takes you to his dance practice and grins subtly whenever he catches you cheering him on by the corner of the dance studio in his peripheral vision. makes you bento boxes whenever he finds the time because he "can't stand watching you skip lunch all the fucking time."

[while looking at you like you're his entire fucking universe] "god, you still haven't eaten yet? what time is it already? such a dumbass."

seungmin : insists on studying with you at the library just so you can pass your exams together. teaches you any concepts you have trouble understanding. keeps an eye on you at all times just to make sure you're comfortable. sighs but smiles fondly whenever he finds you asleep on your desk. is not a big fan of pda but indulges you when you lace your fingers with his while walking down the hallway. constantly nags you to develop a better sleep schedule that isn't fucked up due to caffeine.

[sighing deeply from across the café table] "isn't that your fourth espresso of the day? no wonder why your circadian rhythms are so deranged."

jisung : slacks off on his work just so you'll come over to his place and study with him. yells at you excitedly from across the room whenever he spots you (even if the whole school is staring). is completely dependent on you to be his alarm clock— he would 100% always be late to school if not for you. is such a dumbass in general but it's okay because you love him for it! randomly jumps on you just to hear you yelp in surprise (and smack him and call him insufferable).

[clutching your hands to his chest dramatically] "it's okay, we can face the horrors of ap physics together."

jeongin : gets incredibly blushy in public at the smallest romantic gestures. whines whenever you try to hug him around others because "it's so embarrassing!" stands close to you whenever you're walking on the streets so that your shoulders brush against each other with every step. big spoons you while binging k-dramas together (but he likes small spooning too!). leans into your touch whenever you run a fingertip along his cheekbone.

"just one kiss!" [shying away from you] "we have literally 3 more minutes until chem, can't it wait?"

hyunjin : gives you casual backhugs in the middle of the hallway. absentmindedly presses casual kisses to your cheeks while studying. makes you sign up for art class so you can be painting partners with him! brushes your bangs out of your eyes while he kisses you. holds your hand in his lap and plays with your fingers at lunch. takes you to the school rooftop whenever you're both free because he thinks that it's extremely romantic to stare out into the sky while sitting on the concrete of the roof and holding hands.

[holding out sketch to you] "what do you think? it's pretty, right?"

chan : buys you bungeoppang whenever you walk home from school together. grins whenever he catches sight of you from across the hallway. lets you trace the veins that decorate his forearms and hands with your fingertips. runs his hands along your waist as he kisses you. insists on driving you to school in his car even though you tell him that you're perfectly capable of boarding a bus. scolds you whenever he thinks you're overstudying. always picks up your calls, even when it's 1 am, and listens to all your sleepy rants and ramblings.

"don't you get tired of listening to me vent? i feel like i've been talking too much." [sleepily and lovingly] "i could never get tired of your voice."

changbin : complains loudly whenever your school schedules don't align perfectly. hugs you so tightly that he squeezes the breath out of your lungs. takes care of you whenever you're sick with such tenderness; refuses to leave even when you tell him that he's risking infection by staying with you. cries with you whenever you don't understand a calculus concept because he most likely won't be able to understand it either and he hates to see you feeling bad. sits on a bench and waits for you if you ever have to stay back after school.

[hugging you tightly and refusing to let go] "but i wanted to do chemistry with you! now i'm stuck with jisung as a lab partner."

felix : parallels an overexcited puppy whenever you meet. asks you out to the school dance with blushing cheeks and stumbling words. would rather stay at home scrolling through tiktok but allows you to drag him to the local café to study instead just because he adores your company to an extent that he would study physics for you. stops by your locker to slip in sticky notes of cute little sketches and messages. holds your hand from under the desk whenever you're sitting next to each other in class.

[lying down with his head in your lap] "would you still date me if i was a worm?" "go to sleep, felix."

[starchxn]

Overdrive | Bang Chan

⥃Stray Kids Masterlist

Pairing ➳ Slight Baker! Bang Chan X Gender Neutral Reader.

Genre ➳ Strangers to (kind of) Lovers AU, (Implied) College AU, Slight Angst, Fluff.

Word Count ➳ 1,357 Words.

Warnings ➳ Mention of Alcohol (though both Chan and the Reader are not explicitly mentioned to have drunk any) Slight hyperventilation/panic, Reader has a few thoughts of low self esteem.

Synopsis ➳ Chan was just supposed to deliver four boxes of cupcakes to a frat house on New Year's Eve, surely nothing would go terribly wrong… right?

A/N ➳ This fic is dedicated especially to @mxxndreams (SURPRISE!) on behalf of the @districtninewriters Winter Fic Exchange Event. I apologise for not interacting much with you during the writing process but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I also tried my best to make this fic a gender-neutral one so if you spot any mistakes/indication of gender please don't hesitate to inform me <3

The car engine idled to a stop as multiple people turned to look at the newest guest who had arrived at the bustling party. Cheers and loud greetings followed him as more and more people recognised his familiar face, walking over to meet him.

“Chan! Too busy to come party?” One of the guests called out cheerfully, speech lightly slurred from what he suspected was alcohol.

“I'm afraid so, I only came here to drop these boxes off for Hyunjin. Speaking of, where is he?” Chan frowned as he failed to spot the raven-haired man in the bustling crowd.

“Must be inside, I must say he's quite caught up in the 'hosting' part of it all. I don't think he'd be coming out anytime soon.” One of the other guests nodded towards the house practically booming with music before going back to chatting within the group he was with.

Chan cringed at the thought of pushing through a crowd of sweaty people in a house practically vibrating with the volume of the music just to deliver four boxes of cupcakes.

However, as if the situation were contradicting his thoughts, the music booming inside the house instantaneously reduced, previously vibrating ground coming to a sudden stillness. Shouts carried over the crowd in the sudden placidity of the night as people parted from the driveway of the house in a line as someone bolted out, running as gleaming tears streamed down the corners of their eyes.

They were barreling straight toward him.

“Whoa-“ He started, but was interrupted as soon as they pulled open the car door and wedged themselves in, stunning him into silence.

“Hello, I don’t know you and you probably hate me for literally barging into your life but can you please drive me away from here before I have a complete breakdown?” You rambled away, almost hyperventilating.

“Whoa, whoa, hey calm down! Let’s get you out of here.” Chan started the engine and stepped on the gas immediately, swivelling into the road and driving away from the house as the guests simply stared after them.

For the next thirty minutes, all Chan could do was drive as far as he possibly could from the rich district and into the motorway, speeding into the night all while his phone rang with at least fifteen missed calls from Felix, presumably asking him if he’d delivered the cupcakes.

All while a mysterious person sat sniffling on the passenger seat of his car.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” You finally broke the silence as Chan’s phone lit up yet again.

“I’d rather not unless you plan on going back,” He cringed, silencing it with one hand while the other stayed firmly on the steering wheel.

“Not really, no,” You replied, your voice cracking.

“Are you okay-?” Chan started but turned to silence when he realised it wasn’t the best question he could’ve asked. To counter his actions, he pulled into the side of the road and let the engine sit idle to give him some ease as he tried to talk to you.

“Yeah I just realised running into a random stranger’s car and letting him drive me into an isolated road isn’t one of my best-taken decisions,” You admitted awkwardly, scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Oh… OH, THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!” Chan’s volume increased drastically which caused you to cringe which in turn sent him into yet another fit of panic.

“Oh my god no I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you but like I swear I’m not gonna do anything to you it’s just that you told me to drive you away from the house but I didn’t know your address so I just kind of meaninglessly drove-” He rambled on and on, hands flailing about as his eyes grew as wide as saucers.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered state, but you were too late to stop a fresh wave of sobs from tumbling out of your mouth as the cold, biting wind whipped through the open-roofed car.

Chan watched in stunned silence as your body wracked itself with sobs, tears gleaming under the moonlight as they ran down your cheek.

In one last, feeble attempt to redeem himself, he mumbled something about getting out of the car, something which you definitely hadn’t heard, before he leapt out and strode straight toward the trunk, opening it with one swift click.

He took out a giant, fluffy blanket.

Swiftly closing the trunk and returning to the front of the car, he opened the door to the passenger side and knelt down, sitting face-to-face with you.

“Do you mind if I drape this over you?” He asked as he looked over your shivering and shaking form.

You simply nodded in consent.

He unfolded the large, fluffy mass of cloth and engulfed you in it completely, shielding you away from the cold, heavy wind and welcoming you in the calming warmth.

As he returned to his seat and turned on the radio to the lowest volume, your sobs died out into sniffles and occasional hiccups as your body calmed down from the second breakdown of the night.

“What a way to spend New Year's Eve, am I right? In a stranger’s car having a breakdown in front of someone you met and practically threatened barely thirty minutes ago,” You sputtered, chuckling in self-disdain.

“Hey, at least you can tell people you had the breakdown of the year,” He joked awkwardly but failed to make you laugh yet again.

“I’m sorry for all of this. I’m so dumb to pull you into this,”

“Don’t apologise for something that’s not your fault at all,”

“But it is. Everything always is,”

“Hey, look at me.” He inched closer but didn’t dare to initiate any contact in case you were uncomfortable.

You stared deep into his starlit orbs, blown away yet transfixed at their intensity.

“The universe has strange ways of bringing people together. This is just a strange way of the universe saying hey, you should make a new friend this year, why not start now? So don’t, and never blame yourself for inconveniencing people because it’s the last thing I’m feeling right now,”

“You give a very convincing argument,”

“I guess I am a very convincing person-?” He admitted, albeit confused.

The gentle buzz of the music in the radio came to a rolling stop as the host took over, starting the countdown for New Year's.

10

9

“Can I hug you?” You blurted it out so suddenly, even you were surprised by it.

8

7

“…Sure? If you’re comfortable with it,” He smiled, uncovering two dimples by his lips.

6

5

“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, it’s just that you look really… hug-able right now,” You didn’t quite know how to phrase your thoughts any other way.

4

3

“Please stop apologising, I’m absolutely okay with you hugging me but if you keep apologising I might have to initiate the hug to stop you again,”

2

1

You didn’t need another signal before you closed the distance between the two of you and engulfed yourselves in a hug.

It was officially the cosiest hug you’d ever had in your life.

You were immediately assaulted with the smell of chocolate and vanilla as his red-white woolly sweater only added to the warmth of the blanket. His broad chest let you nuzzle into his body perfectly as he leaned his head gently over your shoulder and rested his hands on your waist.

“You smell like chocolate,”

“You’re welcome…?”

“Has anyone ever told you how cosy your hugs are?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the first one actually,”

“Well, they are,”

“Good to know,”

“I think I'm going into overdrive,”

“Well- do I- do you want something- I don't know what to say-?”

“I should probably stop before it gets too warm,”

“Yeah,”

“I’m kinda stuck-“

“Where-?”

“That sounds concerningly wrong,”

“I just realised that, yeah,”

“I think your earring’s in my hair,”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,”

“I’d consider this a good start to my New Year.”

The End.

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silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

[inncubus-honey]

worth my effort

hello guys! sorry for the long absence, but stuff has been going on, but i was able to write this for halloween. i really love how this one turned out and i hope yall do too <3

Word Count: 675

Vampire!Bang Chan x gn!reader

placing the stained glass in the sink, bang chan gave out soft huff as his actions replied in his mind. sure, he felt better after not feeding for two weeks, but he just hates it whenever he has to open a blood bag. he hates how sweet it tasted on his tongue or how the rush that went throughout his body as he felt himself coming back from fatigue of not feeding.

what he hated the most was when y/n would come back from the hospital with more blood in tow because they know when he starts running low. he didn’t want them to risk their job just so he wouldn’t go on an attack; before meeting y/n, his wonderful partner who just so happens to be a doctor, chan would just hunt down animals and drink their blood. animal blood is vastly different from human blood, but for chan if it meant he wouldn't harm a human or steal blood bags, he was willing to drink some less than tasty blood.

“feeling better, channie?” y/n used chans pet name as they walked back in from their shared room, wearing comforter clothes than their hospital scrubs. chan could let out a disgruntled chuckle as he walked into the living room, meeting y/n on the couch.

“yeah...it's just hate this, you know? being this...creature is such a curse and i’m just putting a burden onto you because of it; i mean you could lose your job and license if people figure out what you’re doing for me-”

y/n cut off the rambling man by placing their hands onto his jaw, bringing his face closer to theirs. chan felt his eyes get teary just from the stress of his actions, but felt his little button rub their thumbs against the apples of his cheeks.

“i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: i do this because i love you and i don’t mind doing it. you know i take blood from the blood bank and i make sure i replace it before i leave. if we ever need to lay low for a bit, dr. seungmin can get us the blood you need. i would do it over and over for you, channie.” chan nodded against his lover's hands as they shared a strong gaze with each other.

chan would go to the ends of the earth for his y/n, like them for him. chan couldn’t think about where he would be in the last two and half years if he didn’t have y/n. chan moved his much larger hands over y/ns that still rested on his cheeks, holding them softly in front of his blood stained lips, hesitating to press kisses to them.

"i'll take care of you." y/n broke the silence again, chans head hung low as he just stared at his lovers hands in his, they gave his hands a gentle squeeze.

“it’s rotten work…” he pursed his lips, tears in his eyes again.

“not to me. not if its you.” this time y/n brought chans hands to their lips. their soft lips kissed his rougher hands. chan felt the tears finally spill over his bronze eyes causing y/n to reach up and gently wipe away his tears.

“t-thank you, button.” chans lip quivered as he spoke through his tears. the nocturnal lovers shared a soft kiss where chan moved his hands to y/ns jaw while their hands held onto his. slow lip movements and lingering against each other is the only way they knew to kiss right now. y/n didn’t care that their lips would be stained blood red from their vampire prince nor did he care in that moment either.

chan just wanted his lover and to forget that they existed as they melted into the couch and their love in the unknowing night with the thought running through his head that he was enough for y/n; his one and only.

[lino-know]

MASTERLIST + everything you need to know

sth about me :: 

hewwo there, i’m a ‘02 liner and you can call me seong (성). you can use any pronouns you want with me because my preferences literally change every few days - but I do prefer they/them over all of them. pansexual, ot8 stan, i love all of them but occasionally minho and chan jumps out of line and takes over my life

correction :: seungmin has now officially taken over my life and I’m ghosting minho on bubble more than chan has been ghosting us, so suffice to say my relationship with skz is going extremely well 

this blog is my contribution to stayblr and is largely skz-centric, though occasionally I might write for other groups as well, because if there’s one mark of a multi-fandom fan is that we’re fickle :’). skz is literally the only 4th gen kpop group I’m familiar with, so if you don’t want to see any 3rd gen group content floating around just tell me and,,,i’ll move them elsewhere.

what i mostly do in this blog :: 

post about stray kids and how wonderful they are, i.e. just screaming over them, rambling etc :> I occasionally write. only occasionally. 

also because I,,,do sadly have a life I only get my news about skz on this hellsite and possibly on ig, so yeah. pls don’t count on my blog as a reliable source of news because it really isn’t :’)

feel free to send in asks about literally anything! I promise I don’t bite (unless you violate my dni list) - it’ll be great to interact more with this community :D

(I also dabble infrequently in astrology so feel free to ask me about that too, I guess :p)

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— STRAY KIDS (스트레이 키즈) 

SONG SERIES :: these are oneshots/drabbles inspired by skz’s lyrics or MVs, and are not entirely focused on relationships with the members. the reader may be present as the member’s partner, but only as a background or supporting character. the focus is on the member and the linkage with the song/MV. 

— MIXTAPE : OH (애) :: chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin 

READER INSERTS :: 

bang chan

#4 :: angst | in which chan is there for you, despite it all | TW: depression

lee minho

seo changbin

hwang hyunjin

#2 :: angst | in which hyunjin helps you through your worst nightmare of losing him

han jisung

kim seungmin

#1 :: angst | in which seungmin finds you and lifts you up, even in your darkest moments | TW :: suicidal thoughts, depression

#5 :: fluff | in which seungmin gets jealous of you having fun with your friends, but makes up at the end

yang jeongin 

#3 :: angst | in which jeongin loses himself and you help him regain himself

SERIES :: 

MISFITS (reader x lee know) 

—  historical au! | enemies to lovers | adventure — rating :: pg (as of yet)  —  summary ::  in which you and minho are travelling bandits who steal things for a living, but he has an uncanny talent for getting in your way and finding where you are. also known as me speed-running the enemies to lovers trope and squeezing it into the span of god knows how many chapters. — schedule :: updates every tuesday  — chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6

18+/NSFW READER INSERTS :: (minors pls don’t interact)

bang chan

#2 :: gender neutral!reader | size kink, pet names 

lee minho

#1 :: fem!reader | sex toys, edging, slight sadism, brat taming, overstimulation

#7 :: gender neutral!reader | revenge sex, degradation kink

seo changbin

#6 :: fem!reader | public sex, fingering 

#9 :: fem!reader | hate sex, choking kink

hwang hyunjin

#5 :: fem!reader | mirror-sex-but-not-really, corruption kink

#10 :: compulsion | gender neutral!reader | dom! reader x sub! hyunjin, bondage, dubcon, bdsm undertones, use of aphrodisiacs 

han jisung

#8 :: fem!reader | denial, fingering

lee felix

#3 :: gender neutral!reader | daddy kink, cock warming

kim seungmin

#4 :: fem!reader | sadism, deepthroating

yang jeongin

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SHINee: Taemin, Key, Onew

NCT 127: Taeyong, Haechan, Mark

NCT Dream: Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin

WayV: Ten, Winwin, Yangyang

Stray Kids: Bang Chan, Lee Know

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TXT: Soobin, Beomgyu, Yeonjun

Kingdom: Dann, Mujin, Arthur, Louis

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24k+: Xiwoo, Yuma

M.O.N.T: Roda, Bitsaeon

A.C.E: Donghun, Junhee

Xikers: Minjae, Sumin

Just B: Bain, Geonu

Aespa: Winter, Karina

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— numb | b.c.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first ever written imagine, so please bear with me if I have any mistakes ㅠㅠ I was actually having constant fight with myself because of this, but I finally did post it! Hope you guys like this and tell me if you guys want me to write more because it would really help me ㅠㅠ

Genre: fluff, angst, cheater!bang chan, idol!bang chan, idol!reader

Dancing has always been your option to escape this cruel world that we live in.

You've always danced your heart out everytime you perform.

And it has always been there whenever you can't express your feelings to others.

"Okay! We're done now!" Your choreographer yelled right after your newest title track ended.

Your group dropped onto the floor right after you got the okay signal from him. Pants and gasps of your members were the only sound that surrounds the dance practice room.

"You did great y/n, I'm relieved that you're a fast learner" your choreographer said as he patted your shoulder, you shot him a tired smile then mumbled a "thank you", "You guys are good to go right after cleaning up the dance practice room, the room is needed for later" your members immediately took their bags and started cleaning the room.

"Hey y/n! Are you coming with us? We'll head to the dorm right after cleaning" one of your members said, Chaeryoung to be exact, as she picked up the pieces of the group's snacks earlier. "Nah, you guys get going, I still have rap lessons later", Chaeryoung nodded and went straight to the door with the other members following behind her.

"Take care y/n, we don't want our newest member to not feel well before our comeback, alright?" Your leader, Yeji said as she sling her bag on her shoulder and head towards the door. "Will do, Unnie, you guys take care too!" They waved for the last time before shutting the door behind you.

You still can't believe that you had been added as 6th member of ITZY right after you auditioned from a year ago. You've worked hard to become an idol and now you're here, you know that you needed to work harder than you did. That's why you wanted to left behind, because you wanted to improve more.

You move towards the speaker to play your title track from it's beginning and ran towards the mirror, posing your position and danced all your heart out.

When the music ended, the door suddenly slammed open leaving a squeak from your lips and watched the door with your brows meeting together.

"Oh, Hey y/n! Didn't know you'd still be here!" You smiled at the people as they start to come inside the room one by one, making the room filled with voices again.

"Hey Jisung Oppa, sorry, I totally forgot that you were using the room after us".

"It's fine! You can still continue practicing, we just came here to eat our dinner, our practice has been cancelled" Jeongin said as he skipped towards the sofa then dropped his bag.

"Is that why Chan Oppa is not with you?" You walked towards them, Minho nodded at you then started to ramble about how the oldest is not taking care of himself again.

Chan was your secret lover, he helped you ever since you moved to Seoul year ago. You both got close and even letting you hide in his studio whenever you don't feel like going back to your dorms. It was that time where you got insecure because of how people see you as a person who doesn't have any emotions.

You aren't actually the kind of person who hides their emotions in front of other people, instead you let out all of your emotions a lot that they often found you as a prey. But as you realized their intentions, you started to become numb, putting walls around you as you meet the old and new faces you've seen in your life.

Only Chan, his members, also known as Stray Kids and your own members, ITZY are the only people who have seen your crazy side, and with you debuting on ITZY, means that the public needs to see your crazy side too, and that what made you overthink about you being an idol.

Chan was the one who came into your mind, and when you told him your worries, he accidentally confessed to you while he comforted you which made you stop crying, he got worried and apologized over and over until he felt your lips against his.

And after that, you never doubted yourself again.

"Can you check on him, y/n? Tell him that the food's on it's way"

"Sure thing, be right back" you walk towards the door then went inside the floor's elevator to your boyfriend's studio.

The boys knew your relationship with their leader, and they're very happy to welcome you in their circle of friends. Since they now have known the oldest weakness, which is you, they don't mind abusing it knowing that it's also for their leader's health.

You and Chan knew that when you enter in a relationship as an idol, it would mean that you two need to be more careful since you haven't even debuted yet and dating one of the well known leader in 4th generation of kpop history. So it means, less time being and seeing each other, but whenever you got the chance to go and visit him in the studio, you would. Even if you need to sacrifice hours of your sleep to  see him.

Because that's what made you both stronger and desired each other more.

Right?

As the elevator dinged, you step outside and walk towards the all known studio that your CEO gave your boyfriend to work on their music.

You opened the door knowing that he'll be wearing headphones, his back facing you with the sounds of keypads tapping filled the studio.

But instead you were welcomed with Chan's back facing you and a girl sitting on his lap, her moans and Chan's groans filled the studio along with their skin slapping.

The door you opened slammed on the wall, making your boyfriend and the girl stopped what they're doing, their closed eyes before are now wide open as they looked at you standing in the studio's door.

You ran outside the studio heading towards the elevator before your vision becomes blurry by the mixed emotions you're feeling at the moment. You hear Chan calling your name behind you but you have no plans on talking to him right now.

Good thing that a staff of the company stepped outside the elevator, you went inside and pushed the dance practice floor quickly. Chan chased after you but the elevator doors closed right in front of him.

As the door closed, you lean back against the elevator wall, stared at the door then tilted your head while looking at your blurred reflection in front of you.

You've been through this already, having your heart shattered by guys before Chan came into your life. He knew about those experiences you had which is why it is hard for you to pinpoint your emotions at him.

Are you mad at him because he knows you like the back of his hand?

Are you mad at him because of what you've seen in his studio?

Or are you mad at yourself because you trusted him with taking care of you heart?

You couldn't care less anymore now. He broke his promise that he will take care of you. It's not new to you anymore, but the pain that Chan had cause you to feel it again, and made your numb self worse than you are before.

So when the elevator dinged to know that you've arrived on the dance practice floor, you shook your head to clear your head with thoughts and went to the boys who are inside the room before.

As you opened the door, heads were turned and you immediately noticed that your members are with the boys. When Yeji saw you she ran towards you and gave you your in-ear monitors.

"Y/N! Manager oppa said that JYP needed to see your performance with us now since their practice are cancelled" Yeji pointed at the Stray Kids members who are sitting on the floor quietly eating their dinner.

"Y/n-ya, where's Chan hyung? Did you told him that the food's here?" Hyunjin asked you as Lia helped you with your in ear monitor and handing your mic.

Before you even got the chance to answer, the dance room's door opened again to reveal JYP, along with your choreographer and your boyfriend, who's head is hanging low while following the two older men inside the room.

Your members and Chan's stood up to greet the three as JYP told the Stray Kids to continue eating as your group start to prepare for your performance in front of him.

"I want to see the dance performance that you prepared, Y/n-ssi. Sorry for the sudden announcement of your evaluation, you needed to be verified that you're qualified to become the part of ITZY," JYP explained your situation while Ryujin went to the computer to prepare your music.

You saw Chan at the corner of your eye as you assured the CEO that it was okay and asked you about your performance in your lessons. You couldn't bring yourself to smile at the man who was talking to you, so you just nod and answered his questions before he asked you to move towards the mirror to look at your performance.

You walked towards in front of the mirror and looked at your friends who was cheering you silently, smiling at you as your eyes landed on Chan, which you shrugged and close your eyes to yourself focus on your performance.

This is what you've been waiting for, now those emotions that you can't express, you can finally show it to them. You should be nervous performing in front of the owner of the company, but you let your emotions take over you, letting everything go and make sure that Chan is listening.

Do you remember you remember (Said)

Remember what you said (Said)

You started talking to me

As if you would give anything to me

Don’t you remember you remember

Remember what you said (Said)

Then you changed

As if you took special pills

Cast blue, my blurred vision

Is this true? You won’t regret this?

My yesterday, my boo boo boo

Lonely life, I like it

I swallowed the water, I got cold

I want you to be ruined, I won’t hold you

You were my yesterday, my boo boo boo

Lonely life, good bye

You look at me with cold eyes

You see me and turn as if you didn’t know me

I just stand here vacantly

I see you who I didn’t know

I can’t help laughing

Now I don’t know you anymore

I’ll forget you woo woo woo

Go away, don’t even look back

I’ll erase you woo woo woo

Go away, don’t even look back

The mixed emotions that you've been bottling in from the events hours ago has suddenly came over to you. You suddenly felt like a new person, you feel like you were the only one watching yourself dance into the rhythm.

When the music stops, you hear applause from your right side, realizing that they've been watching all along. After you give your bow, JYP confirmed that you will be debuting as the 6th member of ITZY and will prepare immediate comeback for your group. You give your thank you's and bowed at your choreographer and the CEO, who is now exiting the room, leaving you with your members, Stray Kids and Chan.

Oh, right. Bang Chan was watching you.

You were pulled into a hug by your members, squealing and congratulating you for being able to debut and join alongside with them. Stray Kids joined in congratulating you for your hard work, but you weren't responding, you weren't happy, you finally became an idol, but why does it feel like nothing?

"Y/n, I'm so sorry please let me expla–"

You turn your back on him and went towards where your backpack is, you took off your in ear monitor and put it inside your bag before you sling it on your shoulder and looked at your friends.

"I'll be going now, enjoy your dinner", you said in a cold tone and walk towards the door.

"Y/n, please talk to me," Chan grabs your wrist tightly with his two hands, you heard his voice shaking, realizing his mistake.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is! Please! Don't leave me, I won't do it again!" You heard Chan starting to cry, your wrist now wet because of his tears falling.

"I only asked you a promise Chan", you said, your back facing him.

"I know, and I am sorry, I wasn't thinking straight, I should've never done it." He pulled you into him, hugging you from behind.

"But please, don't leave me, I can't live without you" he continued as he put his head at the crook of your neck. You hold his arms to let yourself go from him and turn around to look at him.

His black curly locks that you used to play with are messy, his eyes and nose are red because of crying, cheeks that are stained of with his tears, shaking lips as he continue to cry in front of you. Chan wasn't looking at you, he was hanging his head low but enough for you to see his state.

You would've forgive him. But the image of him and the girl earlier keeps flashing back into your head, giving yourself more reason to shut yourself from everyone else.

Now you can't feel anything, you're just there standing in front of him; blank face, your eyes that always holds stars are now just brown orbs filled with darkness and your lips pressed on a line that used to smile back then.

"Then good luck finding a way to live then, Bang Chan Sunbaenim," you bowed and walked away from him.

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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯...

Personality-

Very sociable! Loves meeting new people and making friends. Even though he does get quite shy at the beginning.

Huge animal lover.

Will drop everything for a friend in need. Is always described as selfless and caring.

Gets flustered easily if he or his work is praised.

Super self conscious.

He's a huge softie, always willing to help, but has his limits too. Don't use him and don't try to fuck around with him, please.

General information-

Bang Chan - 10/03/97 - 1,73cm (5'7)

Australian who moved to Korea during his teen years.

Suffers from insomnia, makes lots of shit posts when too tired. But generally keeps a bright, warm energy.

Just a photographer, wants to share with people how he experiences the world.

Photography is just a hobby for now though, he's hoping he can get a studio soon so he can work on it professionally.

It's been his dream since he was a kid, so he's really invested on it.

Oh, does he love cooking! Does it a lot when he can't sleep.

But also he lives alone so he better love it or he'll starve. Lol.

Anyway he actually is just an office employee! Emails over here, phone calls over there, etcetc.

Very boring, not ideal, he HATES it. But it pays the bills I guess and he has free time !!!

Back to PHOTOGRAPHY tho

Likes to reach out to random people and offer free small photoshoots or ask to take pics! He loves the surprise on people's faces and making others happy.

It also helps him improve and get his name around.

Roams the streets every weekend, likes to go new places, meet new people, try new foods.

Every picture has a story, just ask! He does ramble a lot though, so be careful.

Has an Instagram for his works, "bangcam_97". Curiously enough he never posts himself there.

Check tags #portfolio #my movies #self portraits #bangcam for his works!

NSFW & Romantic Preferences.-

Please only engage on NSFW with Chan if you're +20. Admin is of age, keep that in mind before lying.

Monogamous and Heterosexual.

Listen ok,,

Listen to me plz.

He's rlly innocent when it comes to sex.

He's SHY only went there a few times.

Please go easy on him.

Only a top. Please respect this.

Can be a switch and but has a heavy sub lean. Mostly service dom if he does it at all.

More into vanilla sex if there's not power dynamics.

Please keep communication channels open, let him know what you need, want, and would like to try. He's open! Just inexperienced.

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Kaneki x Hide Fluff Commission

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The crisp, autumn breeze caressed Kaneki and Hide as they walked to the cafe for their date. Hand in hand, they fondly reminisced about childhood memories. Kaneki blushed a little as Hide rambled with passion. He couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend. They had been friends for as long as they could remember. Once the two had come out to each other, it had only taken a few more months until they began dating. There was nothing as sweet and innocent as the love the two shared. Going from best friends to lovers was awkward at first, but it was so worth it.

“Oh look,” Hide said, pointing ahead, “I didn’t even realize how close we were to the cafe, it’s right up ahead.”

The two had been planning a coffee date for quite some time. Kaneki didn’t like eating, but he enjoyed coffee. It was one of the only things Kaneki could enjoy without faking it. He didn’t want Hide to know how much he hated eating because he feared Hide would be worried. Holding the door of the cafe open, Kaneki opened the door for Hide. The warm, coffee-infused air warmed their cold hands and faces after being tormented by the wind during their walk. Hide sprinted to the counter, despite the fact that there was no need to rush.

It was fairly quiet in the building, aside from the ambience that trailed from the room behind the counter. Hide could faintly smell baked goods, his eyes scanning the space behind the counter, curious what they had been making today. A few people could be seen preparing a variety of pastries. Hide’s mouth watered as he eyed the sweets. There was an assortment of pies and cakes being sliced and set down on plates to be put in the display case.

“Hey, Touka-Chan, could I get a croissant and a cappuccino?” Hide asked.

Reaching in his pocket, he grabbed for his wallet. Opening it, he retrieved a few bills and set them on the counter as payment.

Sure, is there anything else you’d like?” She asked, looking over at Kaneki.

“Kaneki, do you want anything? I’ll pay, my treat.” Hide asked, looking over his shoulder at him.

“I’ll just get a black coffee, I’m not hungry. Thank you, Hide.” He smiled.

Touka-Chan left after Hide had paid and the two tried to find a spot to sit down. They sat across from one another, lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes. Hide’s bangs of his golden hair framed his youthful face. His warm brown eyes sparkled as the sun shone through the window, casting a shadow in the shape of the couple onto the floor.

Their daydreaming was interrupted by Touka-Chan placing their coffees and food on the table. She put down Kaneki’s black coffee in front of him and Hide’s croissant and cappuccino across from him. His croissant was lightly drizzled with chocolate. It emitted steam since it was still cooling down from being baked in the oven.

“Thanks.” They said in unison.

Kaneki sipped on his coffee, watching Hide do the same. Hide broke off a piece of his croissant, handing it to Kaneki.

“Do you want some? You didn’t get any food.” Hide offered.

“Uh, alright, thanks,” Kaneki said with hesitation.

Reaching across the table, he took the small piece from him and placed it in his mouth. He tried to mask his disgust and washed it down with his coffee, hoping it wouldn’t draw suspicion.

“Do you want more?” Hide asked, eager to share his snack.

“No, I’m good,” Kaneki said, flattered by Hide’s gesture.

Kaneki knew that Hide had good intentions, but he wasn’t going to ruin their date by complaining. Hide slowly sipped on his drink, stopping to take a few bites of his croissant. Putting his cup down, he slid his hand across the table, gesturing for Kaneki to hold his hand. Being shy, he slowly slid his hand across the table. It was nothing embarrassing, but Kaneki worried he would do something by accident and make a fool of himself. Hide took his hand, interlocking their fingers together, giving Kaneki’s a light squeeze to reassure him. Hide finished eating his croissant, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“I’m so glad we decided on coming here, that was delicious. The coffee is pretty great too.” Hide smiled.

“I’m glad to see you in such a good mood,” Kaneki said, taking one last sip of his coffee.

“Am I not usually in a good mood? I thought I was always nice to you. Unless you were annoying me, but that rarely happens.” Hide scoffed, rubbing his thumb against Kaneki’s.

“You’re always cheerful, it just makes me feel at ease when you smile like that. I haven’t seen you like this since we started dating. I remember you couldn’t stop smiling when I told you I liked you. I thought it was pretty obvious that I liked you.” Kaneki blushed.

“Nope, I was completely oblivious. I thought I was so deep in the friend zone since we had been friends for so long. I had no clue until you told me. And I’m smiling because I love you, silly.” Hide teased.

Kaneki grinned in response. His face reddened, making him bury his face in his hands in an attempt to hide his rosy-red cheeks. Shaking his head and chuckling, Hide gently peeled Kaneki’s hands away from his face, holding both of them in his hands.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s so cute when you blush. You don’t have to hide your cute face.” Hide assured.

“I love you too,” Kaneki said, his hands delicately clasped together inside Hide’s.

Hide extended his arm, adjusting Kaneki’s eyepatch, careful not to reveal his eye underneath the patch. Kaneki’s soft, jet black hair brushed against the back of Hide’s hand before he set it back on the table.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” Hide asked.

“Sure, let’s go home,” Kaneki said, getting up from the table.

Message me if you’d like to commission me!

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Tenerife Sea (One) ⇢ Bang Chan

genre: fluff, cliché friends to lovers yanno what it is warnings: a curse word, so much cheese, oc has a distorted view on marriage and romantic relationships because of past trauma word count: 729 summary: why would you fall in love just to get your heart broken? and obvi the song is Tenerife Sea lol but I think we’re all familiar with it at this point haha

In a garden of blooming tulips and roses under blazing sun, the husband kisses his new wife. Dads sit in the first row, uncles in the third.

“What?” Chan giggles at my nose scrunch.

“Wouldn’t it be weird to kiss your husband in front of everybody?” An elderly woman behind us in the beige chairs taps my shoulder and holds an index to her lips.

“Sorry.” He covers his mouth with wrinkled eyes.

When the ceremony ends, and I’ve neglected finding relatives for the woman—she looks like a Carla—everybody sits down on the villa’s enormous patio. The newly-wed take photos for an album that will end up in the dusty attic of their once shared home while we wait with grumbling stomached between Calla lilies on carefully allocated tables.

Auntie Livia assigned my parents the same as us. She must've forgotten they divorced. And I forgot to bring my scream pillow.

“Don't leave me alone with your father, sweetie. I had to deal with him for twenty years, can't do another second.” Nineteen years and three months. But she says twenty every time he’s in the same vicinity, and I have to babysit them as if a repayment.

During all five courses I talk with mom about uni—which revives her beloved college memories—and Chan listens to dad ramble about wine and Formula 1. Everybody laughs and clinks glasses when they're not stuffing their faces with fruit snacks like they forgot what comes after: marriage. 

After coffee and cake (it matched auntie's white-purple nails but tasted made-in-a-nail-salon as well), catering leads us to the dance floor at the opposite side of the Mediterranean villa. Uneven cobblestones force women to claw their partners’ arms in too-high-inched heels for seven rounds “to our wonderful bride and groom”.

Off crooked walls resonates “Marry You” by Bruno Mars, tottered dances shared between. This part of the villa is much nicer than the garden and patio: the lilies don't stink like rancid yogurt, mom isn't forced near dad and round lights under the night sky chase children in laughter.

Or maybe it's Chan's hand on my back. “You will fall,” he says. “No Prosecco needed.” Way too many melon-orange sticks for my acid reflux later, he glues himself to my side still.

When Ed Sheeran’s acoustic guitar plays, he withdraws to extend his hand, "Shall we dance?"

Golden circles adore his eyes. “Yes.” People dance with their friends all the time.

A wave of shivers spreads from around my waist where his arms guide me. “You look so wonderful in your dress,” he sings into my neck. “I love your hair like that.”

We are surrounded by all these lights and people who talk too much (about slow dance to teens who ignore them and then regret it because; two, no, three steps on his leather shoes later, he pulls away in a twirl, and changes into falsetto.)

“Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it's enough for me.” He hangs off the lyrics as if his confession. “Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need.”

Forehead on mine, hands intertwined he looks at me from under his brows. “I'm so in love.”

Dimples charm his shy smile before he hides in my strands. His smell of mint and green apple—the Versace perfume l told mom he wouldn't wear—as I trace a lock.

Right foot first, not more than a step back. The chorus passes without another dirt patch on his leather.

“You look so beautiful in this light. Your silhouette over me.” His breath tickles my neck where the high-low dress ends. He's never sounded this breathy, like he needs to let me in on a secret.

“Just say the word and I will disappear into the wilderness.” But secrets need solace. So I hinge our ring fingers on my search for a hideaway.

Roses and tulips look smaller with the lanterns on, garden bigger without the folding chairs. “I'm so in love,” I sing.

He fills his lungs and crosses his arms on my back through the kiss, mine on his neck. We can't be close enough in a second, third, fourth. Hearts pup faster at how his exhale hits my philtrum, chemise feels under his jacket.

Fuck it. Let's get our hearts broken.