#Lee Chan one shot

[hannieehaee]

DOES HE KNOW ?

18+ / mdi

summary: after being friends with lee chan for a good portion of your life, the boy you considered nothing but your best friend suddenly starts acting different, making you slowly fall for him. problem is, you have a boyfriend.

content: friends2lovers!chan, reader has a bf, almost cheating but not actually, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), wet dream (this is actually a huge point in the plot lol), masturbation (f receiving), dry humping, more oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 9.8k

a/n: rewrote this so many times but finally finished it!! i love writing channie so i hope u guys enjoy<3

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Something was clearly wrong with you.

Was Lee Chan hot?

Nothing made sense anymore, and it had been the case for a while.

You could date it back to a little over a month ago, at one of Soonyoung's usual gatherings. This had been where it all began, or more so, where it all ended.

For some reason unknown to man, that was the day in which Chan began courting you (his words, not yours).

After years of a solid friendship between the two of you, a not-so tipsy Chan cornered you at aforementioned party and began dancing with you. This was a common occurrence between the two of you. Despite having been taken for the past few months, you were still quite liberal about your touchy relationship with your best friend. However, what happened next what was truly out of the ordinary.

"Hey," he had whispered against your ear.

"Yeah?", you giggled, entertained by the boy.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure."

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," and with that, the dam had broken.

You froze against his arms, eyes widening. Though he could not see, as you were holding each other far too close to make eye contact.

Maybe he was drunk?

He interrupted you before you could respond. Chan pulled away from you to look into your eyes with a fully sober look in his face.

"I'm not drunk, and I know you have a boyfriend. And I know you only see me as a friend. But give me a few weeks, and I'll change both those things," was the last thing he said before giving you a peck on the cheek (yet another common thing in your relationship) and walking away with a confident sway in his step.

Ever since then, you had been bombarded by romantic gestures from your former best friend – former because you truly had no idea how you felt about him by this point.

Chan bought you flowers, – even when it was raining – had your favorite beverage at hand any time you so happened to see him, tied your shoelaces should they ever come undone, plucked loose eyelashes from your cheeks, tucked your hair behind your ear, placed his hand at the small of your back before crossing a street, walked you to and from home, looked at you with an indescribable sweetness in his eye, he ... He did everything any girl would need to be completely swooned (and then some).

You were beyond confused as to when this change had come about. As far as you knew, you were nothing more than best friends. When had Chan even begun liking you? What had changed?

"Oh. He's always had a thing for you," was what your mutual friend Soonyoung said when you first brought it up.

"What do you mean? We've been friends for years, he's never-"

"Yeah, duh. You never showed interest, what was he supposed to do? But yeah, he's crazy about you," added Seungkwan, sipping his drink nonchalantly.

You had decided to meet up with some of your mutual friends while Chan was at work. You needed at least five minutes with your other friends without Chan getting in the way with his flirting.

"It's kinda sick, actually," interjected Soonyoung once more.

You remained quiet for a while, thinking back to every interaction you'd ever had with Chan that may have revealed his feelings for you. Unfortunately, you kept drawing blanks all the while Soonyoung stole fries from your plate, disregarding your confusion at the situation.

"But why now?", you finally asked, slapping his meddling hand away from your food.

He shrugged, "Maybe he got fed up of watching you with that guy."

"He has a name, Soonyou-"

"None of us really care enough to learn it."

That much was true. None of your friends were fans of your current boyfriend. Or of any of them, to be quite frank. You had certain lack of skill at picking them, though this time around you felt confident about your current relationship. He was nice and respectful. Maybe a little bit of a square, but you liked to think you brought out the fun in him. This was also the longest relationship you'd ever had, giving you the grand total of three months in a exclusive relationship and a month and a half of a very prolonged talking stage that took place before he ever asked you out officially.

"Is this because I've been taken for longer than usual?", you tried to assert.

"Oh! That might be it, huh?", Soonyoung agreed.

"Well, I guess he didn't want you to break your streak of failed relationships," chuckled Kwan.

With a slap to his chest, you dropped the subject, deciding to ignore the slight acceleration of your heart any time you thought about Chan's crush for too long.

At first you found it to be a bit of a joke, but his affections quickly began to wear you down. It also didn't help how blatant he was about it, constantly flirting up a storm around your friends, not caring for their amused smiles at your flustered half-rejections of his advances. The only times in which he held back were the rare occasions in which your boyfriend would join your friend group in their outings. He could be reserved at times, not really clicking with your loud friends, so his presence was not a common thing.

Being honest, you felt kind of bad at the genuine excitement Chan's crush gave you. Though you weren't sure of your feelings for him at this point, his interest flustered you tremendously. You'd always known him as a pretty and charming guy, despite never really acknowledging such things. You understood why he got so much attention from girls, though you never thought too much of it. He was your best friend, you never had any motive to consider anything further than platonic feelings for him. But now that you were questioning your feelings, you felt as if you were kind of betraying your boyfriend.

Not to misunderstand, you had no desire of pursuing anything with anyone while you were in a committed relationship. You were just not that kind of person. But the mere thought of blushing at the words of a guy who wasn't yours (all while actually having a guy of your own) made you feel ashamed. Specially considering that you already had a very grand preexisting fondness for the guy in question.

God damn you, Lee Chan.

"So, when are you gonna drop this game and finally let me take you to bed?", he whispered cockily against your ear.

He was always so goddamn confident about it; a trait you always liked about him but were beginning to detest.

As per usual, you simply jokingly groaned at him and pushed him away in a manner far too light to be considered serious.

"Fuck off, Lee Chan."

With a giggle, he stepped away, usual pep in his step as present as ever.

"I'll get you another drink, 'kay, pretty?", you lost him in the crowd after that.

You'd gone drinking with your friends yet again, though this time at a distant friend's house party. Your boyfriend was absent once more due to his personal disdain for such outings. He was simply not much of a social drinker, which was fine! It just bothered you at times how often he chose staying in rather than going out with you.

Despite your rejections of Chan, you felt embarrassed to admit that you loved the thrill of his interest in you. Never had you ever had someone so shamelessly after your affections despite your lighthearted refusals. It made you feel wanted and powerful. It felt specially good when it came from a guy as handsome and charismatic as Chan; a guy who could have basically any girl all thanks to his unbelievable charisma.

Yet he wanted you. He was after you.

The guy you knew most was currently infatuated with you.

Yeah, you did need that second drink.

"Where's your guy?"

Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice coming from behind you.

You turned around to find Vernon leaning back against the wall, a smirk on his face at having watched your encounter with Chan.

"Shut up," you walked over to recline on the wall next to him, deciding to people-watch alongside him.

"It was a genuine question," he claimed, handing you a sip of the beer he'd been nursing.

"He's working again," you sipped, handing it back to take turns as you waited for Chan to bring you your drink of choice.

"And Channie?"

"What about him?"

"Does your boyfriend know?", he asks, more curious than actually interested.

Men, nosy as usual.

You groan, "Don't ask me that, Non."

"C'mon! Has he not noticed the way Chan's been after you these past few weeks?", he seemed far too entertained by the subject.

"Of course not! Chan's kept his distance around him, but ..."

"But?"

You turned your head to him, back still leaning against the wall, "I don't know!"

"Well, do you like him? Channie, I mean."

"It's- I like the attention."

"And him?", he pressed.

"He's starting to wear me down," you admitted.

Vernon chuckled into his red solo cup, "It's cute."

"What is?"

"The back and forth, the 'will they, won't they.' But if you ask me, I think they will."

"I have a boyfriend, Non," you grumbled, not entirely convincing in your tone.

"Yeah, but are you guys even friends? Wouldn't it be better to date someone who you actually like?"

"Stop doing PR for Chan. It's not like he needs it," you grumbled, already uses to this back and forth with many of your other friends – all of whom were rooting for Chan.

"Fine. But get out of here. Your guy's probably looking for you."

"My guy's not here."

"I meant Channie, now go!"

You grumbled again before walking in the direction in which Chan had left, knowing he'd likely still be in the kitchen attempting to fetch you a drink.

It didn't take you long to find him, nor did it take you long to spot the girl standing next to him, seemingly flirting up a storm. Chan didn't seem too deterred by this either. More than anything, he appeared to he reciprocating.

Maybe this was why you and Chan started off as friends and remained so for the years you'd known each other. He always had a girl clinging onto him one way or another. Though he didn't date much, he sure enjoyed swooning girls whenever he could.

You'd always been very strict about being exclusive with whoever you dated, never wanting to compete for someone's attention or engage in prolonged talking stages. This was something you differed in with Chan. He was quite the opposite, engaging in situationships that never really led anywhere. As his friend, you never really cared much for this. If it worked for him, then that was that. However, now that he was supposedly attempting to pursue you, – despite you being in a relationship – you couldn't help but scoff at the sight of Chan still entertaining any girl that'd show interest in him.

You almost turned around and left, but were promptly stopped by the man himself, who spotted you before you could take one step and disregarded the girl immediately. The girl scoffed in your place, clearly put off by Chan's attention being taken away so easily.

"Babe!", he called out, one drink in each hand, as he approached you, "Sorry I took so long, the line was crazy."

Immaturely enough, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the drink from his hand, ignoring his statement as you sipped it. You really had no right to be jealous of Chan talking to other girls. You were taken, and you weren't even interested in Chan. Were you? Still, you disregarded those thoughts and allowed the bitterness to cloud your mind and began walking away from the boy.

"Huh?", a question mark physically manifested itself above Chan's head as you began walking away from him, "Baby? Wait, where are you going?", his arm managed to reach you before you got far enough and softly turned you around to face him.

The two of you were still standing far too close to the people crowding the kitchen, however, so Chan assessed that it'd be better to move to a quieter spot in order to properly check in on you. With a decisive nod to himself, he grabbed onto your hand and walked you over to an empty hallway before turning to you again.

"What's wrong? Did something happen while I was gone? Did someone-"

The concern in his eyes seemed very genuine, making you feel bad for being such a brat at the mere sight of Chan interacting with another woman. You had never had an issue with your best friend being around other women. Hell, you never even cared whenever he would occasionally ditch you for other girls. The two of you were simply best friends. You had always rooted for him in his romantic life, even encouraging him with it.

But things had drastically changed as soon as he began showing interest in you.

It was like his sudden interest had unlocked a part of you you hadn't known was there. It had given you this brand new possessiveness you had never held over Chan before; a possessiveness you didn't even feel for your current boyfriend.

And it made you feel embarrassed. Tremendously so. It also made you feel like a hypocrite. Here you had a guy who was clearly extremely into you, yet he had made no comment nor expressed any disdain over the fact that you already had a guy. Chan had never expressed any type of jealousy over any of your past relationships. Despite having liked you for the entire duration of your friendship (information you were unsure Chan was aware you knew), Chan always respected your relationships and even tried to befriend any guy you brought along. Yet you couldn't hold back your bitterness at him showing interest in someone else; interest you now felt should be reserved only for you.

The hypocritical nature of your feelings made you look down in embarrassment as you interrupted Chan's inquiries, clarifying that nothing was wrong.

"No, Chan. I'm fine, I swear. Just a little tired. I, uh, thanks for the drink."

"Hey, are you sure?", he lifted your face with a finger to your chin, making you hold eye contact with him.

It was quite insane how this was not even meant as a flirtatious move, but rather a demonstration of his platonic worry for you. Yet your heart sped up anyways.

"I'm fine, Chan! It's just the crowds. You know how I get. Nonnie told me to go look for you and there were so many people in the kitchen, and then I couldn't come up to you because of that girl and-"

Your rambles were interrupted by an exclamation mark practically manifesting itself above Chan's head, with the sudden realization of your jealousy hitting him.

"Oh?", he tilted his head and leaned in a bit closer as a grin began making its way onto his face, "'That girl'?", he repeated.

"Chan-"

He got closer to you, now cornering you against the hallway wall, still giving you space but blocking your view of anything other than him.

"I'm sorry, baby. Did that bother you? Hmm? Me talking to some other girl?"

"It's not like that! I just-"

"It's okay. You can admit it. I won't judge you," except his smirk was nothing but condescending.

"Chan! I-"

"But that's kinda funny, though. Isn't it?", he chuckled to himself.

"W-what is?," you stammered at his sudden shift in mood.

Though he was still far too close for a friend to be, and he was still leaning into your touch, his tone had shifted to one a bit more cynical in nature.

"You're jealous? Baby, you have a boyfriend."

"I do, and-"

"So what's there to be jealous about? You've got your guy. Yet you're looking my way? When you've been rejecting me all this time?", he leaned even closer, almost breathing right against your nose, eyes hooded as they bore into your own, alternating between your eyes and lips in a somewhat teasing manner.

"I-I'm not jealous. Just ... Why flirt with me if you're after other girls too?", you made the mistake of asking.

"Oh, baby. I'm not looking at anyone else. Not my fault you're so possessive you can't even stand other girls looking at me," you knew he was simply teasing you, knowing full well that you were not the possessive type. But his words carried a slight weight of truth behind them.

You had no reason to feel any type of possessiveness over Chan. Yet you still felt uneasy at the thought of Chan's eyes on anyone who wasn't you. Now that you had a taste of his attention you wanted it all to yourself.

"I just have one question," he whispered, far too close to you.

You nodded at him to continue, wide eyes on his own.

"Does he know?"

"Know what?"

"That you like me back," his eyes went down to your lips again.

"Chan. Stop. I-I'm not gonna cheat on my boyfriend," you huffed, avoiding his eyes – which was quite hard at his close proximity.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, with your eyes occasionally dropping to his lips. But it was fine, since his own were also on yours – though his expression was more triumphant than anything, while yours revealed your nerves. Had you been in a less restricting position, your thighs would've instinctively pressed together at the thoughts that were suddenly running through your mind at his proximity, but thankfully the situation didn't drag long enough for your lust to reveal itself.

He finally pulled away, smirk still on his face, "I'd never ask you to do that, baby. 's just nice to know my plan's working," he chuckled.

"What plan?"

"I'm wearing you down. You want me."

Unfortunately, you had no rebuttal, knowing that Chan had won this round. Even if you denied his statement (which you had half the mind to do), he had caught you red handed. You had whined about not having his full attention just like a petulant child would. Nothing you said would save you from that.

You managed to move on from that quite quickly, finding Soonyoung and Kwannie just a few moments later and using them as an excuse to move on from the way in which Chan had cornered you. You spent the rest of the party pondering Chan's words. Did you actually want him? Or was it just that you wanted him to want you?

Now you were stuck with embarrassing moisture between your thighs and countless doubts hanging over your head.

"C-Channie! Oh, Channie, fuck!"

Your cries of pleasure were unparalleled as the pretty boy you liked to call your best friend slurped at your cunt like a starved man.

You weren't sure how long he had been at it, nor were you sure how you'd ended up in this situation, but you had no complaints. His tongue between your thighs was pure heaven, especially with the pathetic whines the boy kept letting out at your taste.

"'sso good, princess. Cunt's so tasty ... Been wanting it since I met you ... Been waiting for you for years," he mumbled against your cunt, getting back to licking and sucking immediately.

While your heart was unsure what to make of such a heavy statement, your body responded with desperation. To have a man yearn for you like that for years was doing wonders for your cunt. It made you gush like crazy, beginning to grind against Chan's face in such a depraved way.

"Just like that, fuck. Fuck my face just like that," he groaned, the vibrations of his voice causing you to grind even harder against him.

"C-Channie! It's so good ... So fucking good, oh!"

He seemed to get off on your praise, you realized, as you felt ruckus on the bed beneath you caused by Chan canting his hips against your mattress and moaning incessantly into your cunt. The knowledge of your taste alone making Chan lose himself in such a way was enough to drive you towards your high, getting closer and closer by the second.

"Gonna make me cum, princess. Got such a pretty fucking pussy," he managed to breathe out despite exerting all his efforts into fucking the mattress.

Surprising to no one, Chan claimed your orgasm on his tongue just moments later, somehow managing to talk you through it and make the experience even more swoon-worthy than it already was. Chan had managed to make you feel a way no one had ever before, making you ache for him with just his words.

It had all ended far sooner than you would've liked, but it was fine. You knew that with a few kisses to his ear Chan would give you whatever you wanted without question.

Yet before you could even get to enjoy the entirety of your high, it was abruptly taken from you the moment your alarm began ringing, awakening you from what you hadn't realized was just slumber.

Waking up from a wet dream was already embarrassing enough on its own, but waking up from a wet dream about your best friend whom you swore you weren't into like that was a new level of low.

As much as you tried to brush it off as some sort of fluke or meaningless dream, you knew better. You had never thought of Chan in such a way, much less imagined him in that context, so it was safe to say that Chan had been right. His plan was working.

~

The following hours were spent on alert (and still incredibly horny). You thought about calling up your boyfriend to help you out, but the thought in itself felt dirty. How could you ask your boyfriend to take care of a problem caused by your best friend? There was that, and the fact that your brain would probably not be satisfied by your boyfriend right now.

You needed to get Chan out of your system.

You knew that if you called up Chan and explained your problem to him he'd come running immediately, no questions asked as he helped you relive your dream. Such a thought had your head spinning and your knees feeling weak. Except you had a moral compass that was preventing you from doing so. So, you spent the next few hours extremely sensitive and attempting to take care of yourself in any way you could think of.

Unfortunately nothing compared to your dream. Nothing felt as warm and loving as Chan had felt. There was not a single thing that could bring back that feeling of want Chan had towards you; a feeling you were so desperate for. This led you to spend the rest of the day sexually frustrated, unable to reach your high as you felt something was thoroughly missing.

Even when your boyfriend stopped by to see you after work, things had gone awry. You'd received him at the door in a desperate manner, dragging him in with you and inciting him into fucking you. You didn't care if you had Chan in mind anymore, you just needed some satisfying release. Sadly, your boyfriend did not match your energy, opting to slow you down and have his way with you in his own way. This led to yet another unsatisfying release to add to today's tally. You were unsure if you could even call it a release, as it felt entirely underwhelming and had been mostly accomplished by your own hand.

Going to sleep, still sexually frustrated, you cursed at yourself for letting Lee Chan get in your head.

Spending time with Chan after your incident was nothing less than incredibly awkward.

Despite Chan being fully unaware of what had gone down in your subconscious, you couldn't help the blush that would take over your face any time the two of you made eye contact. He had all the power at the moment.

You had also made the mistake of discussing the occurrence with your closest friends, Seungkwan and Soonyoung. Purposely, you had not mentioned the name of the culprit behind your wet dream, but it had not been hard for your nosy friends to figure it out on their own.

"You had a sex dream about Channie?!", Soonyoung had all but whispered, causing some old ladies across the diner to look your way in judgment.

Fortunately not too many people were present at the diner you were currently hanging out at, but it didn't really help the embarrassment you felt at the words even being uttered. This was the only time in which you could see your friends without Chan's presence, so you couldn't be too picky about the setting.

"Soonyoung! Shut the hell up!", you whisper-shouted at him, throwing a rolled up napkin at him in punishment, "I never said it was about Chan."

"Please. Who else would it be about? Sure as hell can't be about your vanilla boyfriend. And anyone else like Mingyu or Wonwoo would be too obvious for you to be so embarrassed about it. It has to be Chan," Seungkwan butted in nonchalantly.

"I- It's- my boyfriend is not vanilla!"

"You didn't deny it! It was Channie!", Soonyoung was far too excited at having guessed correctly.

Giving up, and knowing you needed some external input on your predicament, you nodded in shame, admitting to your sin in order to maybe get some advice on the situation.

"What do I do? I ... I can't stop thinking about it. Fuck, I can't even look at Chan in the eye anymore."

"Was it good?"

"Soonyoung, stop! That's not the point."

"He has a point. Not really worth ruining your relationship over some mediocre head," argued Seungkwan.

"Shut up! It- Fuck, it was so good," you groaned into your hands in utter embarrassment.

"Dude I knew Chan would be good at head. It's in his eyes. I'm telling you, people with those big doe eyes are freaks in bed," Soonyoung couldn't seem to stop spewing his headcanon of Chan at you.

"Or at least dream-Chan is," agreed Kwan.

"What do I do?! It won't leave my mind. I- I've already tried fucking it out of my head, but even then-"

"Hold on. You had sex with your boyfriend while thinking about Chan? Does he know?"

"Soonyoung!"

"Man, he'd pass out if he heard that. Do you know how many time's he's walked us through his sex dreams?", cackled Soonyoung.

This obviously caught your attention, making you widen your eyes and fastening the speed of your heartbeat.

Chan had had sex dreams about you too?

I mean, it should've been obvious considering the amount of dirty innuendos and straight-up proposals he's given you these past few weeks, but you had never actually thought about it in depth.

Fuck.

Chan wanted to fuck you.

The thought made you gulp and press your thighs together, actions your friends thankfully did not catch onto.

"He, uh, he's told you about his sex dreams about me?", you asked with a complete lack of confidence in your voice.

"God, don't even get him started," grumbled Seungkwan, slurping his almost empty americano before continuing, "It's Hoshi who keeps instigating him into telling us every excruciating detail."

Soonyoung nodded in confirmation, "Dude, he gets nasty," he whispers as if it was a sin to utter out loud – despite having previously aired your own sex dream to the whole diner.

God, were you interested in knowing more. But you couldn't blow your cover. You were far too horny and pent up already. Hearing about how your sexy (yes, you were at the point of shamelessly admitting it) best friend giving it to you in the nastiest scenarios imaginable would probably make you combust in front of your best friends and every other unsuspecting person in the establishment.

With dry lips and wetness already gathering between your thighs, you simply hummed in acknowledgment and moved on with the conversation, eventually managing to change subjects without giving away your cover.

~

Never in your life had you ever had such urgency in getting home.

Upon locking your front door, you immediately ran to your bed, undressing yourself in the process and getting ready to rid yourself of the ache between your legs that had been bothering you since that wretched dream.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to satisfy yourself as well as you wanted without Chan's aid (you'd tried endless times just a few days ago), but trying was better than nothing.

Getting yourself started was easy. All you had to do was remember the very vivid image of dream-Chan slobbering between your legs, begging you to use his face however you saw fit and claim your orgasm as if it were a god-given right.

But imagination wasn't enough.

You had half the mind to call up Chan right there and then and crying to him to please come and take care of you. The repeated knowledge that Chan would likely come to you with no question nor judgement made the task of holding back even harder. It made you cry at the frustration your fingers were giving you; they just weren't enough. Not even after the endless attempts these past few days had you been able to calm the fire between your legs. The last time you saw your boyfriend – just after your damned sex dream – had been yet another failed attempt. It seemed like nothing could truly get you there.

That's when you thought of the perfect thing.

Chan always had the tendency of either taking you home himself or sending you a short voice message to ensure you had arrived home safely – always insisting on one in return. This message always contained Chan's raspy voice after a long day of shenanigans, usually calling you one pet name or another as he checked in on you.

No matter how ashamed you felt at it, the burning between your legs did seem to diminish upon turning up the short voice message he had left you just last week. His words, accompanied by his voice, did wonders for your imagination.

"Hey, babe", it had started, "Just wanted to check in on you and make sure you got home okay. Need you to send me a message back as soon as you can, yeah?"

This had been enough to start you up again, the usual 'babe' nickname and the soft command causing an effect on you it never had in all your years of friendship.

"You looked so pretty today," he sighed, "Did I tell you that? Need to be telling you that every day. You're gorgeous. Don't even know how such a pretty girl puts up with us," he chuckled.

Oh, Channie ...

He'd always been so sweet to you. Such a fun friend, but also such a sweet boy who'd always coddle you and treat you better than anyone else. You could almost picture him swooning at you as he reminisced on the pretty dress you'd worn that day.

You couldn't think of anyone else who thought of you that fondly. Yet you were currently too busy using an unsuspecting Chan to get off after days of being pent up due to that same boy.

"Miss you already, gorgeous. Should've taken you home myself, ugh," he groaned at himself, "That way I would've at least gotten a goodnight kiss," he paused, chuckling, "on the cheek, of course."

It was probably just your horny brain talking, but had Chan been in front of you at that moment, you would've done far more than just kiss him. You didn't know where all this sudden lust for Chan had come from, but that dream had come with an epiphany. Maybe you'd been attracted to your best friend all this time.

"'Kay, Imma leave you now, okay, princess? Message me back when you're ready for bed, alright? You know how I worry. Goodnight, beautiful. I love you," he ended the recording with a soft kiss.

The short voice message wasn't enough to work yourself up to an orgasm, so you revisited as many of his old messages as you could, recalling some specially soft ones he'd send you where he'd call you all the petnames known to man and praise you enough to make you blush.

You also thought about what Soonyoung had said, how Chan's dreams about you would get nasty. You thought of every nasty thing the man was probably itching to do to you. You thought of how easily you'd let him if he was here at this moment.

Throughout it all, you pictured Chan and the actions that would accompany his words if he were in the room with you. You imagined the soft touches and the praise he'd spew endlessly at you. The eyes full of genuine love – mixed with a little lust – that would watch you as you came undone.

And come undone you did. It wasn't as good as it would've been with the real Chan present and taking care of you, but it sure beat the multiple unsatisfying orgasms you'd had in the past few days.

"We broke up."

Those were your opening words upon approaching the usual table you shared with your friends.

This time Seokmin had decided to join.

"You what?"

"Because of Chan?"

"Really?!"

All responses were delivered simultaneously, making you groan as you sat down, knowing you were in for a lengthy interrogation from the three nosiest men you knew.

You covered your face in your hands and exhaled before unmasking yourself and facing your friends with seriousness in your demeanor.

"Didn't feel right when I kept thinking about Chan," you started, "He understood, which made it worse. Said he'd been too busy with work lately, was thinking of taking some time apart anyways."

It had been a few days since your wet dream about Chan. After your lonely escapade the night after – the night with the cursed voice memos – you had gone over to your boyfriend's place to end it. You hadn't hung out much in the past few weeks. There had been no spark for a bit. The goodness of your short-lived relationship was probably just the honeymoon period, which ended around the same time Chan decided to make his interest on you known.

It was all too much to deal with, so breaking it off seemed easier.

"Wow," aired Soonyoung.

"Yeah. Wow. How are you feeling?", asked Seokmin.

"I'm fine. Just, you know, feel kinda bad. I didn't want to be with someone if my heart wasn't fully in it," you mumbled, a little solemn.

"Does Channie know?"

"God, no. I've been avoiding him since," you eyed Kwan and Soonyoung, "uh, you know," you didn't want Seokmin to be yet another one of your friends to know about your sexual escapades in your slumber.

"Oh, you mean the sex dream?"

Your stare turned menacing, facing the only two possible culprits, "Who told him?"

"It was Soonie!", Seungkwan revealed immediately.

"Wait! No, I-"

"Did you tell anyone else? Oh my god, does Chan know?!"

"No! I only told Seokmin, I swear! He asked why we were meeting while Chan's working, so I told him."

"Don't worry, I won't tell. Scout's honor."

Seokmin held an innocent pinky towards you. Already done with the situation, you halfheartedly intertwined pinkies and moved on.

"So ... Channie?", Seungkwan asked once more.

"What about him?", you feigned curiosity.

"Playing dumb isn't gonna help things."

"What, do you want me to tell him about my dream?"

"That'd be kinda weird, man, I don't know," added Seokmin.

"I think it'd be hot."

"Soonyoung, shut up!", you told him for the nth time since the subject of your 'crush' on Chan had first come up.

Seungkwan side-eyed them before continuing, "No, but you like him, don't you?"

Did you? Did you actually like Chan?

Before Chan had showed interest in you, you had never considered it. Ever since you'd met him, Chan had always been nothing more than your best friend, your partner in crime. You had never felt as safe and comfortable with anyone as you had with Chan, and that was still the case. No boyfriend had ever made you feel as at ease as Chan always did.

His crush had brought out something in you. Had it been any other friend who suddenly revealed their feelings for you, you would've reacted in horror. But it was different with Chan. For some reason, you didn't feel put off by it, nor did you try to chase him away for his feelings for you. It wasn't one of those situations where the boy suddenly decides to pursue his girl-friend and ruins the friendship altogether. This had opened pandora's box for you, making you realize that Chan's affections would've always been welcomed by you.

Even if you jokingly rejected him or told your friends you had a boyfriend, it was all simply due to your moral compass. You weren't a cheater, so you couldn't take Chan too seriously even if you wanted to. But now you were single, and now you had to figure out if you really wanted Chan in the same way he wanted you.

"I know that I want him, but I need to make sure that I want him, you know? I'd never want to hurt his feelings or jeopardize our friendship just because I was horny one day."

"So you're scared it might just be that you're sexually attracted to him?"

"No, it's just ..."

"You want to know whether or not you like him and not just the attention he gives you."

It was surprisingly Soonyoung who had deciphered it.

"Y-yeah. Fuck. Does that make me a narcissist?"

"Nah. It's better to be sure. You've been friends with Channie since forever. It makes sense for you to wanna be cautious."

"You should probably stop avoiding him, though. He's, uh, starting to notice," revealed Seokmin.

"Yeah, he won't stop whining. Just put him out of his misery already," said Soonie.

"Okay, I guess I'll talk to him next time I see him."

You didn't really feel ready for it, but the time to confront Chan would have to come sooner or later.

Next time you saw Chan was actually far too soon for your liking. Just the following day you found yourself at yet another house party; a small gathering among your friend group and some other people. It wasn't anything too big, so you knew that you'd inevitably bump into Chan.

It had only been about a week since you last spoke to Chan, but that had been a week too long. Throughout the duration of your friendship, the longest you ever went without constant communication had been three days, which had been a total accident on both your parts. The two of you would at least text once a day, even coming to have an unbroken streak of endless texts.

Fuck, you missed him.

Chan obviously must've noticed your lack of communication these past few days. You weren't even sure why you had decided to keep him in the dark. It wasn't just the wet dream (which was still haunting you, but had moved to the back burner for now), and it wasn't your breakup either. You were just confused about your feelings for the boy, but punishing him by icing him out had been far too much. Now you felt guilty.

You felt extra guilty when you finally spotted Chan across the party, sitting alone on a loveseat while he attempted but failed at discreetly looking over at you. He looked like a wounded puppy as he did so, pout on his lips and furrowed brows. It made you want to kiss the pout right off his face.

It was easy to tell that he wanted to approach you, but was simply trying his hardest to respect the boundary you had seemingly put up out of nowhere. This meant that you'd have to be the one to talk to him.

Then you took action, throwing away the drink you had been nursing and walking over to him, ignoring his shocked expression when you wordlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him to an empty room in the shared house. You locked the door and turned to him, unsure on what to say first.

Chan was the now the one to surprise you, immediately trapping you in a bear hug and burying his face in your shoulder, loudly breathing you in.

He didn't let go for a couple of minutes, even nudging you to keep hugging him back when you went to pull away.

When he finally let go, you finally had the chance to look at the boy for a moment.

Yeah, you liked him.

You had missed him far too much to be able to deny it.

You liked Lee Chan, and you were ready to let it be known to the world.

But then he started speaking.

"I'm so sorry," he started, utterly confusing you as to what he could be apologizing for, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I, fuck. I must've crossed a line with my flirting, and I never meant to. You're my best friend, and I need to respect you, an-and I need to respect your relationship. I thought that maybe somehow I could get you to see me as more than a friend, but it was stupid of me to assume you'd drop your boyfriend just because your dumb friend suddenly had a crush on you – which, uh, isn't the case, by the way," he looked down, embarrassed, "I've liked you since we met. So much. I assumed Hoshi must've told you by now. Anyways, I, uh, I'm really sorry. I'll stop. I will never bring it up again, just, fuck, please don't be mad. I'll take anything you give me. If friendship is what you want then I'll be the bestest friend you've ever had, just-"

It was impossible to take his senseless rambles anymore. You were getting too emotional at the thought of having put Chan through this turmoil when you had spent the last few days tending to the ache he had caused between your legs and subsequently breaking up with your boyfriend in order to figure out your feelings. It made you feel equally embarrassed and ridiculous, yet the effects of your silence made you begin to tear up at the apologetic boy in front of you.

Interrupting him, you hugged him again, somehow even tighter this time. This thankfully shut him up, allowing his body to lose its tension and letting himself become limp in your hold.

After some more moments of silent hugging, you were the one to pull away this time, giving him a sympathetic smile as you raised a hand to caress his cheek. It made you soon the way in which he leaned against your palm and gave you the sweetest smile known to man.

"Channie, you did nothing wrong ... I'm sorry for cutting you off like that, that was so wrong of me. I should've talked to you and told you how I was feeling. I wish I was half as confident about my feelings as you are, but I just felt so-" you paused, not knowing what you were even trying to express, "a-and then I just started avoiding you to avoid my feelings all together. I'm sorry."

"No, you have nothing to apologize for," he put his hands on your shoulders to ensure you were understanding his point, "I should've respected your boundaries. I never even should've tried to pursue you when I know you have a boyfriend, it was so-"

"had", you clarified, shy.

"what?"

"I had a boyfriend. We, uh, we broke up a few days ago."

"You ... Fuck, was it because of me?"

His eyes were like saucers, but you could see a small hint of a smile that he quickly wiped off when he realized the context of the situation.

"I want to say no, but ... yeah, I did."

Still feeling unbelievably ashamed at the memory of what had first led you to consider breaking up with your boyfriend, – a stupid wet dream you still couldn't get out of your mind – you avoided eye contact. Now you knew that that had only been the catalyst of realizing your feelings for Chan, but it still didn't help matters much, specially knowing that Chan would find out sooner or later.

"God, I'm so so sorry-"

"Chan! Stop apologizing! It wasn't because of anything you did. I just ... I realized some things these past few weeks and .. I realized we weren't really right for each other," you took a breath, "Not when you were all I could think about."

"Y-you ...?"

"I'm going to be candid, okay? Just, please don't interrupt."

He nodded, giving you the green light.

"A little over a week ago, uh, something happened. And then I couldn't keep you out of my mind. I tried talking to the guys, I even tried using my boyfriend as a distraction, but nothing worked. I started avoiding you because I just felt so awkward realizing I was beginning to develop feelings for you. It was wrong of me, but I needed time. I broke up with him because it didn't feel right to be with someone else while you were the only person I wanted around."

Saying it felt like a breath of fresh air. Not only were you admitting it to Chan, but also to yourself. Your friendship with Chan had never been your average friendship. Even before he had decided to begin shamelessly hitting on you, he had always been the sweetest and most caring boy you'd ever met. Sending you voice memos every time you went home alone, always being in charge of getting your drinks, driving you wherever you wanted, being overly affectionate with you any time he felt you might've needed it. The boy had always been the perfect match for you, you just couldn't grasp it until he began to literally shove it in your face.

"What made you realize it?"

Not expecting him to question you, but rather just accept your sudden change of heart, you hadn't thought of how to explain to him that a sex dream was what had brought you to this epiphany.

But what did you have to lose at this point? Most of your friends already knew, and to be quite frank, you still wanted Chan extremely badly. Telling him wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I, uh, I had a dream about you ..." you muttered, eyes avoiding his own.

His already wide eyes widened even more, a smirk forming itself on his features as he tilted his head in question.

"Uhm, care to repeat that for me?"

"Chan, shut the fuck up. You heard me."

"I didn't! Just tell me. Please?"

With a sigh, you repeated yourself, this time a little more clear, "I had a dream about you."

"Uh-huh. What type of dream?"

"Chan!"

"Princess, please. I embarrassed myself for you for weeks. I pined for you for years. Just give me what I wanna hear," he pleaded, somehow cocky in the way he did so.

"Fuck, fine. I had a wet dream about you. I dreamt about you between my legs, giving me the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced and begging me for more. I dreamt of your pathetic whines while I ground my cunt on your face. And then I woke up before I could cum. I spent the entire day trying to get that feeling back but nothing worked, Chan, nothing. I couldn't look you in the eyes after that so I just avoided you."

Finally giving him the most candid version of the events made you feel a weight leave your shoulders, specially upon realizing that the boy who currently held your heart had been rendered unable to use this as ammunition against you as you watched his cocky expression turn into one of lust.

"Oh," he breathed out. Taking a few moments to regain his composure, he spoke up again, "W-was that it? Or do you, uh, do you also like me back?"

"I like you, Chan. So much. The dream was just what made me realize that I wanted you in every way imaginable."

A decisive expression now took over his face, nodding to himself before moving closer to you, taking up all your personal space.

"That's all I needed to know," he declared before claiming your lips in a heated kiss.

Chan kissed you with everything he had to give. The kiss immediately grew lustful, with Chan licking into your mouth for access the second you made the smallest sound of surprise. And, fuck was Chan a great kisser.

His tongue was practically making love to yours, rendering your legs weak and shaky. Thankfully Chan realized this, pushing you to the nearest wall so that he could continue to take over all your senses.

Scratching and pulling at his hair, you caused Chan to moan against your lips, only making you whine in return. Chan took this as a sign to move forward, beginning to grind his expert hips against your own. Already hard, Chan's clothed cock felt like heaven against your burning cunt. You had begged for a proper release for days, and you were now afraid that some light dry humping would be enough to take you there before you could finally relive your dream.

But did you care? Did you care enough to halt Chan's movements when they were already making your eyes roll back? Your body made the decision for you, pushing your hips against his own and making him release a gruttal groan against your lips.

"N-need you so fucking bad ..." he breathed against your lips, barely able to get a word out as you insisted of licking into his mouth as he spoke. This made him groan again, "Princess, please ... You're gonna kill me."

Pulling away, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts, making eyed at him as you spoke, "Channie, just touch me. Don't care what you do, just ... just take care of the problem you caused."

He whined at the feeling of your body at his palms, immediately groping and feeling up every inch of your body before trapping your mouth in another heated kiss. His hands soon became too desperate to feel you through your clothes, carelessly unwrapping you from every piece of clothing he could. He left you in your underwear, having thrown off your dress and holding onto your hands so you could haphazardly kick off your shoes. Chan's clothes joined soon after, with his own hands throwing off all but his boxers.

Before he could claim your lips in a kiss again, you grabbed him by the hand, leading him to a nearby couch in order to sit him down. Sitting on his lap, you kissed him again and again, thoroughly enjoying how liberal his hands were in the way he touched you.

Finally throwing off your bra, you felt up your tits a bit as Chan watched you with a pained look in his face, mouth open and eyes glued to your breasts. His lips attached to your tits immediately after, going crazy in the way he suckled and bit at them.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he mumbled against your tit, "Fuck, dreamt about you every night ... This pretty body and all your pretty noises. Can't believe I get to have you now," he kissed his way back up to your neck, hands never halting in their caressing of your body.

He pulled away to look into your eyes – though his eyes kept dropping to your lips, "You're embarrassed about your dream?", he chuckled, "Want me to tell you some of mine? Hmm?", he began to manhandle you, positioning you so that you could lay horizontally on the couch and he could lay above you, "So fucking nasty, baby, it'd make you blush."

"Channie ..."

"Gonna do so many nasty things to you. Want me to whine for your pussy? Oh, baby ... Gonna beg for pussy every day, shit," his hand went down to rub your wet cunt through your panties, "'sso wet," he groaned, "Gonna lick it all up again and again. Need to suffocate between these thighs," he made his way down your body as he said this, eventually coming face to face with your cunt.

Leaving a kiss on your weeping cunt, he licked through your panties, causing you to arch your back for him and throw your head back. The warmth of his tongue could've been enough to claim your orgasm, but somehow you persisted.

Chan became desperate for you quickly after that, removing your panties and lifting your thighs so that he could finally bury himself between your legs the way you'd been wanting him to for so long.

"Channie, fuck!," you cried, pulling at his hair while pushing his head further against you.

"Use me. God, just ... Grind that cunt against me ..."

And so you did. You took advantage of your pretty best friend's desperation for you and employed your own desperation for him. To any outsider, you must've looked like the image of depravity as you used Chan for your pleasure, but Chan was just as depraved. You could feel the couch shake from under you, indicating the way in which Chan ground against it as you claimed your orgasm on his tongue.

Riding your high was an incomparable experience. No one had ever made you feel as much pleasure as Chan had. Not even dream-Chan lived up to reality.

You could've sworn you lost consciousness for a few moments after your high, feeling completely weightless when it had finally died down. Your ability to think only came back by the time Chan had climbed back up your body and kissed at your chest once more, smiling at you when he finally reached your lips.

Instead of sharing a sweet moment with him, you claimed his lips once more and licked every last bit of your essence from his mouth. He groaned and allowed his tongue to mingle with yours in such a nasty manner that it made you blush when you remembered that Chan was nothing more than your best friend less than an hour ago.

"Let me fuck you," Chan pleaded when he finally managed to pull away from your greedy lips.

"How do you want me?", you asked as your lips tried to reclaim his yet again. Fuck, he was such a good kisser.

"Fuck. I get to choose?"

You couldn't help but be endeared by him. Also incredibly turned on by how much he clearly wanted you.

Without another word, he repositioned you so you'd be on your hands and knees, running his hand down your back to press the arch of your back a little deeper. He groaned at the sight of you arching your back as deliciously as you could, wiggling your ass as you looked back at him with a cheeky smile, lip trapped between your teeth.

"I've been waiting for this for years, shit. I'm not gonna last."

That made you giggle, continuing to press yourself up against him to get him to break.

"Just fuck me, Channie. Promise it's gonna feel so good."

"Yeah, baby. Gonna fuck you so good."

His tip then finally made contact with your cunt, being dragged up and down your folds as you whined at the feeling. He finally began to penetrate you after becoming too desperate himself.

"You're so fucking warm ..." he breathed out.

Sighing out at the fullness, you pushed back against him, encouraging him to begin fucking into you. Chan took no time in following your lead, adopting a desperate pace almost immediately.

The sounds of skin slapping took over the room, only accompanied by sighs and moans of pleasure from you or Chan. The occasional whiny praise also left his lips every so often. The needy way in which he fucked you had you reeling. Chan had the ability to make you feel extremely desired and like getting to fuck you was the greatest privilege known to man. The way his hands caressed you and his pleas for you to 'please push it back on him' made the experience all the more dreamy to you.

Dream-Chan truly stood no chance to the real one.

"Princess, gonna- fuck, gonna fucking cum. W-where can I?", he grunted from behind, his thrusts somehow becoming even more animalistic.

There was no moment of hesitation in your voice – though shaky from the way in which Chan rutted against you – when you gave him the green light to cum inside you. His groan upon your confirmation only made your back arch even more. Chan's want for you continued to make you feel lightheaded.

Halfway through his own orgasm, Chan triggered your own through the way his hand dipped under you and toyed with your clit. After only one day with you, your best friend already knew how to get you there immediately. He talked you through your orgasm, giving you endless praise about how beautiful you were, how he didn't deserve such a pretty bestie to fuck so good, how he'd beg for you day after day if necessary.

Upon your highs wearing down, Chan managed to reposition you so you could lay next to him. (though almost entirely on top of him) He held you close to him, soft in the way he ran his fingers up and down the length of your arm, enjoying the goosebumps forming. His hand would eventually go over to your face and caress your cheek while his nose rubbed against your own. Treating you like a doll, Chan made you swoon yet again.

"I love you."

Then the world stopped.

"I'm sorry I didn't say it before. It wasn't just a crush. I'm in love with you. And ... and I want you to be mine. Will you be my girlfriend?"

It was all whispered against you, with a soft smile accompanying the whispered words.

"I love you too," the words left your mouth so naturally you were sure they'd been stuck there forever, "Yes, Channie. I'll be your girlfriend," you couldn't help but smile as you said those words.

"Fuck, thank God," he breathed out, hugging you to him, "I never would've gotten over you if you said no. The guys never would've heard the end of it."

He made you laugh, as per usual.

You knew things would only change for the better, so you weren't scared about the change in dynamic that was to come from letting Chan out of the friendzone. All you felt was excitement to finally be with him without guilt.

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content: established relationship, chan's pov, banter, smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of lingerie, teasing, dry humping, riding, etc.

wc: 695 (teaser); 1773 (full drabble)

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Chan had waited for this moment for years. The moment he finally had you all to himself and the moment that would start the rest of his life with you.

Sleeping with you last night had somehow surpassed his craziest of dreams – and he had dreamt about it a lot.

The feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips, the way you moaned against his mouth as his tongue suckled on yours, the sight of your bare body, the feeling of your hands caressing every inch of his body, the taste of your wet cunt ... fuck. He could go on forever reminiscing about you and how obsessed with your touch he had already become.

It had only been a bit over a day since he had woken up next to you on that couch. Granted, the sleep had been slightly uncomfortable, but he had gotten to feel your warm skin against his own as he slept, so it had been worth it.

After some sheepish reaffirmation of your feelings for one another, you had redressed and left the shared house, pinkies intertwined as you went home. Sadly, you had busy days, so you weren't able to see one another at all throughout the following 24 hours. But! You had agreed to see each other tonight for a quiet dinner at Chan's apartment – courtesy of Mingyu's cooking.

Opening the door to his apartment, Chan's chin practically hit the floor when he spotted you in that dress.

Chan had seen you in all types of getups throughout all his years of knowing you. He had obviously seen you in the prettiest of dresses, the tightest and most sinfully tailored pieces. But nothing compared to the pretty little thing you were currently donning.

It was a black slip dress. It wasn't too tight nor too loose. The fabric barely covered his favorite parts of your body, making him reminisce on how they looked without anything covering them at all. You were also shamelessly donning the few hickeys he had left on you just one day ago. Chan was convinced you'd been sent on this Earth to ruin him, to make him a shell of himself and rid him of any ability to act as a functional human being.

The dinner went quite well. You and Chan were far too used to each other for it to go anything but perfect. Your usual banter was present, though Chan now had the privilege of running his hand up and down any sliver of skin he could reach as you teased him about one thing or another. He enjoyed the innocent touches he could give you without any sense of guilt you might be taken by some loser who didn't deserve you. The right to touch you was now entirely reserved by him, just as it should've always been.

It was all perfectly innocent until it wasn't.

Eventually moving to the couch to entertain yourselves with some streaming service, you cuddled against each other. This was an ordinary occurrence between you even as friends. Sure, the cuddling was now a little extra close – with you practically sitting on his lap – but it wasn't anything too intimate so far.

It seemed like this wasn't enough for you, though. It didn't take you too long to move onto his lap, now sitting on top of him while his arms wrapped around your middle. Chan chose to just follow along with whatever position you wanted to cuddle in, just happy to be there at all. Your hands would play with his own, clearly not attentive to the movie at all.

Innocently at first, you rubbed your own hands up and down his arms. This later came to you leading his hands to rub up and down the expanse of your thighs, coming up high enough to lift up most of your skirt. This then evolved into you dipping one of his hands to rub against your panties.

Chan's eyes rolled back when he felt the warmth of your cunt under his hand, already moist and ready for him. You kept pressing his hand against you, so Chan took the hint to play with you.

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⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

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it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

-

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

[dalamjisung]

the escape plan ❋ hwang hyunjin

word count: 3528

genre: fluff

pairing: reader x hwang hyunjin

description: you love working as a barista just because you love people watching. in this case, you end up watching hyunjin and his failed date. this is the one where you and hyunjin learn that the escape plan should've been plan A to begin with.

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It’s the way he smiles that makes chuckle from behind the counter. 

The bar is full today, but then again, it’s full most nights. During the week, you mostly see older couples, and it fills your heart with warmth to imagine a life in which you get to grow old with someone next to you. But then you mind the bar and the older creeps flock in and, suddenly, celibacy is looking pretty good. The weekend is when the youngsters, like you, flock in. 

Seeing people your age on dates is quite funny. It reminds you of why you used to like dates so much and, at the same time, hate them so much. You kind of miss it, the whole excitement of having a crush and getting ready for a date. It’s the silly dances and the makeup process and the singing with a hairbrush that makes you softer for those moments past. But you just don’t have time for that anymore, not with work getting busier by the second. For a minute, you wonder if tourist season came a couple of weeks early, judging by the new faces you see coming around… his included. 

To be fair, you think every single bartender in that place stopped what they were doing to watch him walk in. He is definitely someone you will all gossip about in the back room, and from how your co-worker keeps elbowing you every time he moves, you know she’s going to be your main source of entertainment during closing time. “Oh my god, Y/N, just look at him,” She groans, putting the cup she’s washing down in favour of leaning forward over the counter, as if she can just touch him like that. “He’s so handsome… why can’t it be me on that date?”

“Oh, I don’t think you want to be on that date,” You laugh, raising your brows while getting their drinks ready. He looks soft, gentle; kind enough to sit through what is visibly one of the worst dates you’ve seen during your shifts so far. “That smile is so fake I’m afraid it might get stuck.” 

“How do you know? It might be the best! With a guy like him, I’m sure it will be the best…”

“For her, sure,” Putting the drinks on a tray and getting out from behind the counter, you get ready to go deliver them. Their table is in your section, and if you’re honest, a little snooping never hurt anyone. “But him? Girl, he’s leaning away from her! He’s basically wincing! Don’t be so superficial– just cause he’s pretty doesn’t mean that’s all he cares about!” 

“Go find me some gossip!” She whispers with a wink and basically pushes you off. 

Being a bartender isn’t what you want to do for the rest of your life. The thought of figuring the rest of your life out, though, makes you shiver in horror. You don’t really see a point in planning the future if that means you can’t really live in the present, and so for now, for this moment, this you, this time, you love your job. You love interacting with people, you love listening to stories through the counter, you love when people ask you to make a drink you think they’ll like. Deep down, you know you won’t stay there forever, but that’s just not something you’re ready to face yet. 

“Excuse me,” You announce yourself quietly, approaching from the side so you don’t accidentally spill anything on them. 

There is an order to serving tables– first the napkins, then the cups, then a gentle smile and a small bow before walking away. Despite your words, the goal is to be a ghost, almost like the cups appeared there without a presence looming over the guests. But you move slowly, you’re gracious, polite, and definitely curious. 

“…and then like, they fired me!” Her voice is almost squeaky.“Because I told them I wouldn’t take a meeting from the hairdresser!” 

“But… it was during your work hours…” 

This is the first time you hear his voice and it shocks you. It’s lower than you expected and oh so quiet, like he regrets saying the words even before he says them. You cough a little, hiding the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat. And he must have heard you because he immediately glances up, eyes meeting yours and it’s almost like, when he notices your pursed lips, it unlocks something in him that makes his lips purse too. The speed in which you both look away is comical, but now you know he knows. The bridge between you two has been shattered and now, it’s like you can’t keep crossing. 

“Yeah, but they still should respect my personal boundaries, you know?” This is the moment she looks up at you, eyes lingering a little too long as if she’s questioning why you’re still there. “Anyways, should we get some food? Could you bring us the menu?” 

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” It takes you a minute to grab the menu and return. “Here you go, ma’am, what can I get for you?” 

She rattles off some random items and you make sure to memorise them before turning to him. “And you, sir? What can I get you?” 

“Oh don’t bother, he’ll be sharing what I’ve ordered.”

When she says this, you’re still turned to him and he’s looking right at you, and both your eyes go wide. “Could you please show me where the bathroom is?” He asks instead, and you nod while he gets up and tells his date “I’ll be right back.”

The restrooms are on the upper section of the bar, and you take him upstairs with a stupid smile on your face. He looks like he’s around your age and the long, tired sigh you hear coming from behind you is the last draw– you start laughing out loud, only looking back at him when you get to the top of the stairs. He looks like he’s amused at your reaction yet tortured because of his reality. 

“You’re laughing because it’s not you sitting across from her!” He gasps, head falling in his hands dramatically. “I don’t even need the bathroom, I just need to get out of there!”

Giggling, you nod. “It does seem like it’s not going well.”

“Oh god, even you guys noticed?!”

“To be fair to you, we see dates going all kinds of ways here, so it’s a part of the job.”

For a second, he falls silent, eyes stuck on yours like he’s trying to speak directly into your soul. “I need an escape plan,” He mumbled, head cocking to the side. “And you might just be it.”

“Sorry?” Your eyes go wide at his suggestion. “I can’t– I mean, you can just tell her, no? Just–“

“Oh come on, you’ve seen dates going all kinds of ways and you think I can just tell her?! Are you crazy?! I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t throw a drink on my face!”

“Why did you even ask her on a date? Poor girl thinks she has a really handsome guy into her and you’re planning an escape,” You asked, looking around to make sure no one is listening to your conversation. The last thing you need is a snoopy client deciding to interfere and tell the girl themselves. You’ve seen it happen and you were the one having to separate the fight. 

“I didn’t!” Whining, he stomps her foot on the ground like a child and your brows shoot up in curiosity. “My friend set me up because I haven’t really been going out lately, and it’s not like I was desperate, you know? I was just… busy! But he set me up regardless and he said he met her at a party because she’s his friend’s cousin’s best friend or something like that and I thought ‘how bad can this be?’ but as it turns out it can be really, really bad and I just want to go home and watch some TV with my dog!”

The way he is panting by the end of his rant has your heart squeezing out in sympathy for him. You’ve had had your fair share of bad dates, and it always feels more urgent than they actually are, but in the moment, while you pretend to be someone you’re not and smile at things you normally wouldn’t, all to appease someone you have no intention to see again, it’s a terrible sensation. Feels like getting lost, like you push yourself so far away that you worry if you’ll ever find your way back. And it made you feel guilty, knowing you were purposefully lying to someone who seemed to be having a good time, although by themselves. 

It’s not like you, to interfere and meddle, but he looks so upset with those plump, pouty lips that even you can’t resist it. “Fine,” You mumbled, straightening your back abruptly. “But you’re paying for her! Don’t be a dick! Just… Just follow my lead.”

“You are my saviour!” He cheered. “I’m Hyunjin, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Hyunjin,” You smile, offering him a hand to shake. “I’m Y/N. Also known as your escape plan.” 

What follows next is a really intricate plan. He will go back. He will smile. He will listen to her and give her the attention he craves because as much as he seems to be hating this date, she isn’t and you are not to make her night the worst night of her life. While he does all that, you will grab the food she ordered and you will bring it to her. In your tray, a mysterious drink will sit dangerously by the edge and as you put the food down, the weight shift will destabilise your hand and suddenly Hyunjin will be covered in liquid. He will then be very upset about it, and order the bill, which he will pay in full. Then, he gets to go home should your plan work. 

“You’re a genius,” Hyunjin whispers before returning to his table, and you can’t help but laugh at him. 

All in all, you understand why the girl looks at him like how she does, you’re pretty sure anyone around him is looking at him like that– impressed and slightly intimidated. Hyunjin is a beautiful man– he is way past handsome, at this point, and you would describe him as beautiful. His lips are full and his eyes are sharp, and his laughter, even in misery, sounds like fine tuned music. For a second, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to be the one sitting in front of him. He seems charming enough, from your brief interaction; would you have fun? Would he want to escape you, too, or would he stay? Shaking your head, you go back to the counter.

“Did I see you go upstairs with Mister Handsome or do my eyes deceive me?” Of course she was watching you. 

“Your eyes are right, but your mind deceives you,” Rolling your eyes, you can’t quite hide the slight blush tainting your cheeks at her insinuation. 

“You cannot seriously tell me you don’t think he’s cute,” She squinted, stepping closer to you with a teasing smile you ignore, you still have to load the tray and make a random drink. 

“I never said that,” You whisper, trying to keep the conversation private even though you two are in a very open space. “But I don’t know the guy. All I know is that he asked me to get him out of that date so… here I go.” 

Everything goes according to plan. Hyunjin is acting like a gentleman by the time you make it to his table, and the cup of the mysterious, too colourful concoction falls perfectly in his lap. You act the part, too, apologising repeatedly for the accident while pulling out tissues from thin air to try and help him dry off. “Sir, I am so, so sorry!” Maybe you are verging on overacting, but what do you know about that? You’re a bartender, not a Hollywood star. 

The fatal mistake, though, is when your eyes meet again. This time, you can’t help yourself and you snort, so loudly and unload like that it catches everyone by surprise. The tables around are either laughing or gasping and you can’t help the way your entire face goes red, actually embarrassed about this stupid, stupid plan. What were you even thinking when you agreed to this? “I–“ Even your hands shake, the nervousness of your sudden self-awareness getting the best of you with all those eyes burning your back. 

“It’s okay.” 

Somehow you hear him above the screeching screams of the poor girl sitting in front of him. “Y/N, it’s okay,” Hyunjin whispers, shaking his head with a hint of a smile that is not mocking nor cocky. His smile, all pretty and cute, is just as comforting as the little nod he sends your way, reaching towards the floor to pick up the tray with one hand and help you up with the other. It’s steady and large, his hands, and you can’t help but freeze a little when he touches your elbow, pushing you upwards with a smile. “There you go. Thank you, I’ll come to the counter to pay in a second.” 

That is not part of the plan, but you just nod, scurrying away as fast as you possibly can.

This feels weird. You’re not shy. Never have been, actually, which is what makes you so happy working with people; you crave the social interaction, love the conversations, smile at the compliments. It fuels you, knowing that, at some level, you’re making someone happy, even if just for a second when they get their food or their drink. It makes you feel happier, too. Well, usually it makes you feel happier too, but, now, there is nothing you want more than to disappear. “Y/N! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” 

“Can you mind the bar for a few minutes?” You mumble, already making your way to the back door. “I just need a second.” 

The back room is every barista’s safe place. It’s where everyone goes when things are getting a bit too much and they need a second. Right now, you really need a second. You need to ground yourself again, remember that the present is good enough and there is no need to project the future, especially not a crazy fantastical version of it. Sitting down on a chair, you let your head fall in your hands, eyes closed as you just enjoy the quietude of it all. It’s easy, creating a whole scenario in your head, when a guy like Hyunjin is being so kind and gentle and funny. And it’s easy to forget the consequences, too, even if you can’t stop laughing at it. 

It’s the cringeness of it all that gets to you, the way you replay that scenario in your head again and again and you shiver and shudder at the memory of you trying to clean the purposeful mess you made while everyone around stared at you. Chuckling, you shake your head. “Y/N, you are a very silly person,” You mumble to yourself, getting up with a final deep breath. Your co-worker pops her head in the room before you can even take a step towards the door. 

“Hey, your table paid and left. You can come out now, the cute guy wasn’t angry.”

Somehow, that doesn’t make you feel any better to know he just… up and left. But you nod regardless, smiling weakly at her. “Thanks,” You mumble and then it’s right back to work. 

The rest of the night is uneventful. Boring, almost, and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable. Like you had just done something you were going to regret, like… like you had just been used as a means to an end. “I got it,” You grab the keys before your colleague can. “Go home. You did great tonight, I’ll close up.” 

At this point, you just feel like being alone. What started as a good day has quickly gone off the rails, and you don’t particularly regret anything, but you need some time to process everything that happened in the past few hours. And that’s okay– all you need is time, nothing else, nothing less.

Ironically, it seems like time is all you don’t have. 

“Y/N.”

You almost trip on your foot, mountain of cups in your arms about to go down had it not been for his reflexes, hands catching you at the very last minute. “Jesus Christ! Hyunjin! What are you doing here?!” It’s like he has some kind of weird power over you, face immediately on fire at the feel of his hands on your arms. 

“I came to thank you!” His hands go up in defence and you laugh. “You disappeared after the whole escape plan and I couldn’t thank you properly!”

“So you thought that sneaking in at almost three in the morning when I’m alone in an empty bar was the best way to thank me?” You whisper, eyes wide like a kid who’s afraid to get in trouble. You can’t stop the incredulous smile playing on your lips, though, and you snort a laughter out. “I just met you and this is kind of creepy…”

This time around, he’s the one that looks startled. “I’m not creepy!” He is so dramatic with his gasp and his hand over his heart. “I came here to say thank you and–“ Hyunjin pauses, face a bit blushed. “And you know, I owe you one. You were so nice to help out and you embarrassed yourself–“

“I wouldn’t say I embarrassed myself–“ You cut off quickly, face falling on your hands in a clear contradiction to your words.

“Y/N, don’t kid yourself, that was embarrassing,” Hyunjin snorted. The tension, the one that floated in the air for the first seconds of this interaction and the one on your shoulders whenever you thought about the burning sensation of people staring at you, is gone, and left behind is just this– the giggling, the stepping around each other, the getting to know more. You like this… and it feels too natural for something that looks so misplaced. This kind of interaction, this kind of back and forth, the joking and the banter– this is what makes a good first date, in your opinion. 

But this can’t be a date… right?

Y/N, stop daydreaming, you think to yourself. 

“But it was hilarious. And it was a favour,” He continues, finally taking one, then two steps towards you. “And I want to repay you.”

“You don’t have to–“

“I really want to,” He says, wincing a little at how desperate he sounds. “Okay, I see how I’m coming off as creepy. But! In my defence! I don’t know your number and I don’t know your schedule!”

You just raise your brows at him. 

“At this point there is no escaping my fate,” Hyunjin chuckles, but before he can say or do anything else, he looks at the counter. There are some cups, pens, and notepads you still have to put away. “May I?”

You just nod, eyeing him curiously. “What are you doing?” 

“This,” Hyunjin says, ripping a piece of paper he scribbled on and giving it to you. “Is my number. Text me tomorrow? I really want to pay you back…” 

“And how will you pay me back? Unfortunately, I don’t think there will be an opportunity for you to trip and spill a drink over me any time soon.”

“I mean, come out to get a drink with me and I’m sure I can arrange that.” 

You stutter, eyes wide when he just shrugs. “W-What?”

“Or a coffee!” He quickly says, nodding excitedly. “Anything. Dinner, lunch, coffee, drinks– whatever sounds less creepy right now, cause I’m really nervous I’m coming across like a stalker and I don’t want to scare you off or–“

“Or I might be the one needing an escape plan?” You joke, grabbing your phone from your pocket and typing in the number he has just given you. 

With quick fingers, you quickly send him a message: hey :) drinks sound good.

Hyunjin frowns at the buzzing coming from his phone at such an early hour. But the smile on his face when he reads your text is just breath-taking, and yes, maybe you’re being superficial, or maybe you’re not, but the way your heart picks up a little is not superficial at all.

“Drinks it is,” Hyunjin nods, trying to hide a smile. “I know just the place.”

“I swear to god if you say here I will–“

“Great service, great food– it makes sense!”

“Go home you creep.”

There is a pause before he turns around to leave. You can hear the smile in his voice when he calls your name. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a date.”

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Wohooooo Hyunjin's is out >.< I'm loving writing for this series!!! as always, make sure to go to @catiuskaa profile to go check out her incredible pieces for this series and her general masterlist!

[lololololchips]

helloo!!! ur boyfriend texts are so good omg, was wondering if u could make one for dino or hoshi.. 😅😅 thank u

here you go hehe i picked dino:)

Lee Chan || boyfriend texts with dino!

genre: smau, idol!bf, one shot texts, fluff

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns

[vcrnons]

DINO 'Wait' Official MV

[christakisbang]

Ah~ My Little Brother. Thanks for always being there for me! Promise to always be by your side too! I'll never leave ya~

[ihave-atummyache]

IM SHITTING

HES MINE MINE MINE MINE ARF ARF GRRRRR ARF

im down so astronomically bad for this man like its actually a bit concerning

wait until u find out he technically isnt even my bias, just my boyfriend, yk?

i could look at that first picture all day everyday for the rest of my life and be satisfied <3

[katnisspeetaprim]

Wardrobe Malfunction

Stray Kids!9thmember au, Chan/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Sister!Reader

Summary: The stylists for the new comeback decide it's time for you to start showing off your figure more on stage. Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1712 M.list

‘Do I really have to wear this unnie? Why can’t I dress like the boys?’ You glanced at yourself in the mirror, distaste on your face.

‘Of course not honey! You’re a woman now, time to show off your figure!’ You scrunched up your eyebrows and closed your mouth, looking back to the mirror.

One stylist was arranging the clothes on your body and the other working on your hair.

The outfit you’d been forced into was for a show promoting the new LALALA comeback. The hair, you had no problem with. Blonde with pink streaks littered throughout in it’s usual long length, styled in a sort of half up half down look with pigtails.

The clothes themselves was where the issues lay.

The stylists had picked out the shortest skirt you were sure they could find, with an off the shoulder long sleeved crop top. The shoes weren’t all that bad, chunky heeled boots. You silently cheered when you saw you’d at least have something comfortable to dance in.

You tugged down the back of the skirt, extremely conscious about how much was actually on show. Obviously you were wearing safety shorts, but those too were incredibly short, leaving little left to the imagination with only a slither of fabric sticking out beneath the skirt.

Your eyes were then drawn to your shirt. Since it was off the shoulder, you had to wear a strapless bra that definitely didn’t fit you correctly. You’d had to pull it up at least three times in the past ten minutes, and you were standing still!  

‘Unnie please! I can’t dance in this!’ You pleaded one last time, spinning round to face the head stylist, trying to gain any amount of sympathy.

The older woman just waved you off with a roll of her eyes.

‘Oh please, you’ll be fine. Plus maybe it’ll help attract more male fans.’ She said nonchalantly as she walked from the room, leaving you gobsmacked after what she said.

Once you were ready for the show, you were guided to the boys dressing room.

As soon as they saw you, their conversations dried up and just stared at you.

‘Don’t even bother saying anything. I know I look ridiculous.’ You threw yourself down next to Hyunjin and crossed your arms under your chest, unintentionally pushing up your bra and giving Hyunjin a much better look than he’s sure you intended.

‘What?’ You shot him a confused look when he turned away, blush coating his cheeks.

‘Umm... That’s a short outfit, noona.’ Jeongin spoke up, trying to save Hyunjin from the embarrassment.

It was then that you looked down at yourself and blushed harshly when you realised what you’d done. You quickly sat up straight and fixed your shirt, avoiding eye contact.

You trusted your band mates whole heartedly, but at the end of the day they were still men with eyes. At least you knew the stylists plan was working...

Felix cleared his throat across from you, cutting through the awkwardness.

‘Why have they dressed you like that noona?’ You shook your head with a sigh as you answered.

‘Stylists said ‘I’m a woman now’ and ‘This would help to gain male fans.’ You rolled your eyes as you mimicked the older woman.

‘What the heck!? They said that to you?’ Chan shot up and came to stand next to your seat.

You nodded in confirmation. He stared at you for a moment, before scoffing and placing his hands on his hips.

‘If you aren’t comfortable, surly they can’t make you wear it?’ Jisung spoke, not entirely believing his own words. Most of the time, they had no say in what they wore.

‘I’m gonna talk to them.’ Chan was already  halfway to the door when you shot up to stop him.

‘Chan I already tried, plus we have to be on stage soon. I can deal with it for one show.’ He looked down at your hand on his arm, contemplating your words before sighing.

‘As long as you’re  sure, but I’m speaking to them right after the show.’ You sighed in relief. The last thing you wanted to do was cause issues for the boys, just because you didn’t want to wear an outfit.

The first part of the performance went fin, no hiccups.

It was during the second half that you felt your bra beginning to slip out of place. You quickly grabbed the material and held it in place. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, as you nearly exposed yourself on TV.

There was no way you’d be able to fix your clothing, but running off stage wasn’t an option either.

You just put on a brave face, trying to hold back tears and wrapped your arms round your torso, still dancing as best you could.

All the boys had noticed your predicament, but all they could do was shoot you sympathetic looks.

Luckily, Changbin was wearing a jacket as part of his outfit and smoothly made his way over to you, dropping his coat over your shoulders.

You quickly gave him a thankful look, before turning round and zipping the coat up.

Thankfully Changbin did what he did in that moment. As you stood in your ending pose, you could feel your shirt and bra had completely slipped, leaving you bare beneath the jacket.

This was the most humiliating moment of your career.

You wasted no time bolting off stage, ignoring he calls coming from your members.

Bursting into the dressing room, the stylists all adverted their gaze, too ashamed to own their screw up. Gathering up your comfortable clothes, you locked yourself in the bathroom to change.

‘How could you let that happen?’ Chan yelled raging, ad he also burst into the dressing room.

All the stylists looked up at him like deer in headlights. ‘You’re supposed to keep us safe and comfortable on stage!’ Chan continued on. By now the woman had all bowed their heads, knowing they couldn’t get away from this.

As Chan was scolding the staff, Felix knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Y/N? You in there?’  he got no reply so pressed his ear to the door. He could hear faint sniffles on the other side.

Felix pulled back, distressed at what he heard and knocked again, this time more rapidly.

‘Y/N? Can I come in?’ Felix almost fell into the bathroom when you suddenly pulled open the door, now changed out of the offending outfit.

��Can we please leave now?’ You whispered meekly.

‘Yeah of course!’ Felix answered without hesitation. He guided your from the bathroom, quickly telling Minho that he was taking you home.

Chan was still too angry to be interrupted right now.

You were quiet in the car ride home. Felix could tell you didn’t want to talk, so he just sat there in silence, knowing his presence was enough to comfort you.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.

‘Apparently the stylists responsible are being bought into a meeting tomorrow.’ Felix summarised the group chat, causing you to look away from the window for the first time.

‘Chan is still livid though.’ He snorted with a shake of his head. It was only then that you noticed Felix was still wearing his stage outfit.

‘Oh jeez. I didn’t even let you get changed...’ Your brows furrowed. All you had wanted to do was get out of there. You hadn’t even given a thought to your band mates.

Felix leaned forwards and placed a comforting hand on your knee with a smile.

‘Seriously noona, don’t sweat it! I just care about getting you home right now.’ You leaned back in your seat and nodded. He must be uncomfortable being in those clothes for so long...

‘You should shower when we get back. Get al that makeup and hairspray out.’ He pulled back and gave you another comforting smile.

A hot shower did sound good right now.

The hot shower really had done wonders in helping you relax and unwind.

You were now sat on your bed in cosy pyjamas as you braided your wet hair.

‘Hey’ Chan knocked on your open door, before inviting himself inside. You smiled warmly and scooted forwards, allowing him to position himself behind you.

Chan reached up and rested his hands on your shoulders, rubbing soothingly. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned out softly in relief.

'how you feeling?’

‘Better, still embarrassed.’ You breathed out.

‘Don’t be. The stylists should have listened to you.’ His hands ran down your arms and over your stomach, pulling you into a hug from behind. You leaned back and allowed him to take your weight.

‘They’re in trouble by the way. JYP wasn’t happy. He found out right away.’ He chuckled next to your ear.

You were conflicted upon hearing this. On one hand, you were glad they were getting pulled up on their actions but on the other hand, you didn’t want anyone to loose their job because of you.

‘I know what you’re thinking and stop it. They bought it on themselves.’ Chan hugged you tighter and placed a feather light kiss on your neck. You sighed contently and the contact.

‘People are on your side by the way’ You turned your head to look at him in confusion. He smiled down at you. ‘Online. Nobody had anything bad to say. All think you handled it really well.’

You pulled out of his arms and sat up right with a relieved laugh.

‘I’ve been too scared to look. Thanks for putting my mind at ease.’

‘Anytime!’ Chan beamed at you and pushed your braid over your shoulder. He suddenly got up and reached his hand out for you to take.

‘We picked up takeout on the way back. I’m sure you’re starving.’

‘Hell yes I am!’ You eagerly took his hand and followed him from the room.

3 messages from Big Bro Jungkook

Hey sis! Tried to call you but couldn’t get through. I know the guys are probably looking after you, but I just wanted to make sure you’re ok?

I’ve had wardrobe malfunctions myself, but it’s obviously worse for you lol

Anyway, I’m here if you wanna talk!

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Brat Taming 101 (with sub!skz)

A guide on how to tame your brat.

Word Count: 2965

Contents: d/s dynamics, degradation, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, use of whore, mistress, chastity belt, exhibitionism, pervy behaviour, bondage, sex toys, public sex

Chan

Degradation is the way to go with this one. Channie is not often one to be bratty. He likes pleasing you and being good for you. And he loves the way you take care of him and help him to release all of his stress. So it’s rare that he messes with that. He likes to tease, sure, but he usually doesn’t take it very far, falling in line very quickly.

But on the rare occasion that he continues to push your buttons, degrading him is the way to go. This boy is such a slut for your praise. He always needs to hear how well he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel, how much of a good boy he is for bringing you so much pleasure. So taking that away and replacing it with some degradation does wonders.

His cheeky little grin fades so incredibly quickly when it starts. He tries a little harder to please you while trying not to make it obvious; works his mouth or his fingers or his cock harder to prove how good he is for you and you can see the way he’s quickly breaking when you don’t react.

Add in some disinterest if you really want to dissuade him from trying to be bratty again. Don’t moan or squirm or buck your hips, look as bored as possible. He’ll get so desperate for a reaction and so disappointed when he thinks he’s doing a bad job, not even capable of making you feel good. When tears well up in his eyes and he starts babbling about how he just wants you to feel good and to tell him what to do you’ll know you’ve truly broken him.

“S-Sorry sorry sorry. Please. I-I can make you feel g-good. Promise. Promise I can be your g-good boy. Promise I can make you feel good. J-Just tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do.”

Minho

Two words: ruined orgasm. The man can run his fucking mouth, and he knows just how to press your buttons. He loves to too. Early on in the relationship he got so fucking cocky because you couldn’t figure him out. He knew you were trying to pull him apart and find out what makes him tick but it took ages to uncover it and he had free reign to be as bratty as he wanted. 

Edging wasn’t a punishment because the resulting orgasm was too good. He loved overstimulation, actively relishing in it the whole time. Even denying him wasn’t quite what you wanted. It took far too long to take effect and after weeks you were also desperate for him.

No, you had needed something else.

And all it took was a quickie while waiting for your food to be delivered one day to figure it out. He had cum just at the moment that the doorbell rang and the sudden surprise ruined his headspace completely and left him unsatisfied. It was so cute, the look of anger and frustration on his face after being left without a complete orgasm. The way he grabbed your hand and all but demanded you did it again so he could cum properly.

And you’d given in that day, but saved the tidbit of information for later. And it’s so so worth it. When you have him tied up and he’s been a menace all day long, teasing you and acting up, and he’s so sure that whatever punishment you give him he’ll like it or at least take it well. Edging he can take, denial he can handle for at least a couple of weeks. But the way you pull away, stopping all stimulation at the second he’s about to cum, leaving his body shuddering and tensing and cock leaking but not actually releasing is the worst torture he could imagine.

The first time he gets frustrated and his words get more defiant and bratty about how you fucked it up and don’t even know how to make him cum. But your smirk has him faltering. It only takes two ruined orgasms for him to break. When you leave him unsatisfied and uncomfortable, so pent up and needy to cum, he’ll start tearing up and begging you. If you tell him then that you’re going to deny him after that and not let him cum at all he’ll completely fall apart before your very eyes.

“I-I’ll be a good boy! I’m sorry, mistress. P-Please, I need to cum so badly! Please.”

Changbin

Binnie, honestly, is barely a brat. He likes to be playfully bratty but he's never very serious about it. Most of the time he’s a very good boy for you and he loves to be praised so he has no reason to act up. He likes to tease you here and there but never for long so it’s very rare for him to act up to the point that you feel the need to punish him.

Only once in a blue moon does he get too bratty. You know something about annoying you and seeing you frustrated with him sometimes gets him going. He doesn’t drop the teasing quickly and keeps pushing your buttons to get you upset. And at first you do exactly that, giving him warnings that just make him grin at you and act up even more. Telling him to wait until you get him home only makes him giddy.

The way to get him to behave is unconventional. You could try degrading him but it doesn’t have the desired effect, usually making him cry. And not in a fun way. You can deny him but only if you want him to get clingy and pouty afterwards. And if you want to get off with him then having to wait isn’t ideal.

No, the best thing to do happens before you go into the bedroom. When you get home, instead of pulling him into the bedroom or telling him off, simply set yourself down and sigh in defeat, pout for good measure. Unlike most of the others, Changbin feels so bad if his teasing upsets you. He wants you riled up, not sad. So if you sit somewhere to do something quiet his attitude will change immediately.

He’ll approach you with a pout and poke your cheeks. If you sigh that you’re not in the mood to play when he’s acting up like that, lamenting that you just wanted your sweet boy and you had a whole plan to pamper him and make him feel amazing (he loves more than anything when you’re a pleasure dom for him) and any resolve he has left is gone. He’ll have his head in your lap, looking up at you with watery eyes and whimpering that he really wants to be your good boy and he’ll do whatever you say.

“I’ll be you good boy, you know how good I am. I’m sorry I acted up all day, please let me make it up to you.”

Hyunjin

The problem with this whore (affectionate) is that he kinda likes anything you do to him. He’s just kinky like that. And when he’s in the right headspace any “punishment” is usually just going to egg him on. Of course denying him an orgasm can be effective but he has no shame and no pride about it and you will find him humping his pillow mere days later to get off “without touching himself.”

He’s a tad infuriating.

No, truly the best thing to do to actually break him is something that keeps him from getting off at all. A chastity belt is truly the best choice for when he decides the act up.

The hilarious thing is it honestly doesn’t take that long. He’s so desperate to be touched and you leaving him high and dry is one thing but locking him up so he can’t even touch himself? Just dangling the chastity belt in front of him has him swallowing hard and chuckling nervously. Sometimes just that is all it takes for him to start behaving himself, being the best boy you’ve ever seen and following every instruction to a tee.

But if his attitude persists it’s truly as simple as locking him up. From there it doesn’t matter what you do. You can keep teasing him and touching him until he gets worked up, you can make out with him which always ends up with him turned on anyway, but even sitting on the couch, cuddling, and watching a movie will do. Once it’s on it’s all he can think about. 

Even on the couch he’ll end up curling against you and whimpering that he needs your attention. And when you question him about his bratty behaviour it’s completely gone and he's the sweetest, most pliant boy you’ve ever seen.

“M sorry.  I-I’ll be a good boy. I promise. J-Just please take it off. Please let me cum. Promise I’ll be such a good boy for you.”

Jisung

God this is too easy. Sungie may have a big mouth but he’s impatient, horny, and desperate. He can never hold out very long so no matter what you do he’ll break out of the brattiness unless you fully indulge it.

No no, the real fun of this is the how. You have so many options.

Easily the fastest is don’t let him touch you. Even bringing out the ties will make him whimper. He can hold it together for a minute or two but the second you slip off your panties he’s a goner. This man will tip the whole ass chair over and nearly break his own front teeth when he goes down trying to get closer to you and begging to touch you, telling you how badly he needs to feel you.

You could also tap into his exhibitionism kink. You both know it exists even if you don’t talk about it much. Usually it’s nothing serious. A little bit of teasing while out at dinner, or a quickie in an empty closet when you’re both needy. But when he’s being a brat and you get him home and push him down on the couch. Get a hand down his pants before he has time to react and watch as his cheeks blush red and he starts to stutter and whimper while you murmur to him about how if he’s going to be a brat he can do it on the couch where any of his friends can walk into so see how badly behaved he is.

I blame stayvilleblr for making me think about perv!jisung. The most fun method is a combination of his pervy tendencies and his little humiliation kink you eventually uncovered. You learned early on dating him how much he liked getting a view up your skirt or down your shirt. It only took you sleeping over once for you to start losing panties and when you found a pair under his pillow you saved that little tidbit of information for later.

Let him run his mouth all day and be a tease. You would think he’d get suspicious of your leniency but he never does. Coax him into his room but let him think it’s all his idea. Only when you’ve got him on the bed should you pull the panties he’s hidden out from under his pillow. Boy will do a 180 so fast. Starts sweating and blushing and stuttering. Stuff the panties in his mouth and start degrading him for good measure and watch him fall apart before your very eyes.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you.”

“Y-Yes please, fuck, please fuck me. I’ll be your good little whore, I need it so bad.”

Felix

Brat? This boy? You have the wrong sub. Felix doesn’t have a bratty bone in his body.

However he likes the idea of getting punished. Just a little bit. So if you notice him suddenly acting up or teasing you when he knows he shouldn’t he’s cautiously testing to see if he can push your limits and shake up his usual good boy act.

Go easy on him. Let him tease just a little and honestly, a warning usually deters him from anymore, too bent on being your good boy to truly cause trouble. If he keeps going though you can at least put on a little show for him. Give him a few warnings and watch him get just a little nervous but keep pushing you. When you get him home be just a little bit rough with him he likes being manhandled.

He might break just from that but if he doesn’t all it takes it just the hint of a punishment. On the days when he really wants to push his luck he’ll hold out for as long as he can, being so cutely defiant it makes you wanna giggle. But keep your wits about you and follow what he wants, giving him a few more chances to be a brat. 

Then give him literally any punishment. Deny him an orgasm, stop touching him, overstimulate him, degrade him, honestly anything will make him break so fast. He wants to believe he can be a brat but he can’t take being punished and he will immediately start tearing up and begging and saying he’ll be good for you again. Make sure to give him lots of snuggles and good aftercare.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry please please d-don’t stop. I-I’ll be good. I’ll b-be your g-good boy.”

Seungmin

This is not going to be easy. He so so relishes in making you frustrated and it isn’t easy to break him when he gets into a bratty mood. If you touch him at all he sees it as a win and he’ll definitely let you know it, teasing you for not being able to keep your hands off of him. If you let him touch you or tell him to make you feel good he’ll get so cocky about it, saying you can’t get off without his fingers, tongue, thigh, or cock.

No, the only thing that truly works is to completely ignore him. He’ll let you tie him up because he doesn’t think you could break him out of his brattiness no matter what. Just get on the bed and start playing with yourself, ignoring him and his comments completely. Pull out your toys and he’ll start saying that you know he can fuck you better. Pull out a dildo that’s bigger than him. If you’re really invested get a fuck machine and don’t hold back any moans or reactions from how good you feel.

Seungmin likes to think he’s the only one, or thing, that can really make you feel good. Proving him wrong is the only way to tame him. He’ll start sweating when you pull out the dildo and his words get more defiant and cocky until you’re moaning louder for the toy than you do for him. That’s when he starts straining against the ties. The closer you get to your release the more desperate he’ll start to sound and when he knows you’re about to cum (or at least when you sound like it) is when he’ll start begging, voice nearly cracking as if he’s going to cry.

“Baby, please. Put down the toy I can fuck you so much better, I promise. Please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”

Jeongin

Sweet sweet baby bread is a massive fucking tease. He lives to push your buttons and get you going. And it would take a while to figure out how to properly wipe that cocky little smirk off his pretty face. The best method is often calling him on his bluffs.

He really likes to run his mouth and tell you how good of a job he can do. He does know how to please you but he’s not used to being in charge and it trips him up every time. Any time you pout at him and tell him that he can take over if he’s so much better you’ll see his smile falter. He’s suddenly clumsy and frazzled and desperately trying to save face because he’s not actually sure what to do . The boy who is usually so good at getting you off will struggle to do so, even more so when you give him a genuinely curious and worried look and ask if he’s okay. Give it time and he’ll crumble, begging for your help and to tell him what to do.

What’s way more fun though is when you call him on his bluff in public. He cannot keep his hands or his words to himself when he’s out with you, enjoying any reaction he can get out of you, knowing that with so many people around there’s nothing you can do about it. It makes it all the more surprising to him when you pull him into a changing room at the mall and press the heel of your palm against his crotch and ask him if he's really that needy that he can’t wait until you get home. The way his eyes go wide and he starts sputtering is just too cute. Despite his whimpers that someone might hear him while you’re palming him he gets hard so fast and soon he’s panting and hiding his face in your neck and promising to be a good boy for the rest of the day because he can’t stay quiet when he cums and he knows someone will hear.

“Sorry sorry m’ sorry please. Promise I’ll be a good boy for you. I-If I cum like this someone will hear. L-Let’s go home  n’ I’ll make you feel so good, p-promise.”

[riizecore]

the best saturday ever.

non idol! sungchan x fem! reader; friends to lovers au; f!

— you are about to have the best saturday ever. it was unexpected, and it was beautiful.

saturday afternoons are spent at a cafe nearby, so when you kissed your mom goodbye while she was busy tending to the flowers, she didn't have to ask where you're off to. "why is your boyfriend not picking you up today?" her words caused you to roll your eyes. "very funny, mom." she was referring to sungchan, your childhood friend. she knew you had a crush on him ever since the day she "accidentally" saw your diary open with doodled hearts decorating jung sungchan's name. you made her promise to stay quiet about it, but she's not doing a very good job at it.

"why? you haven't confessed to him yet? you guys are obviously pining for each other since everyone knows how long-" her teasing elicited a death glare from you. she put her hands in the air as if surrendering in response. "okay, promise, i won't talk about it." despite her words, you perfectly knew she would still tease you so you hummed the most sarcastic "uhuh." in return.

"gotta go, i'll be back in a few." you bid goodbye while closing the gate, giving a her a flying kiss despite all the teasing you just received. "you look breathtaking, dear. he'll make a fool of himself if he doesn't notice that." you smiled at your mom, thankful for her words of encouragement. you shrugged the silly thought that almost made you nervous as you made your way to the cafe. meeting sungchan has always been natural for you- but there's just something about today that you can't point out, and you're unsure of what it is. "maybe it was mom's teasing, idk." you thought. you examined yourself as you walk. "do i really look good today or is she only saying that because i'm her daughter?" you asked yourself, not ignoring the fact that you hoped the person you'll be meeting would think the same way.

a few minutes passed and you arrived at the cafe, you weren't suprised to see him sitting at your usual spot near the window. your usual strawberry latte and slice of cinnamon bun already sitting on top of the table across his iced americano and chocolate cake. your insides swelled with warmth at how much he knows about you- surely, it must've been because you have been friends for a long time, but you can't help but still be swayed with the thought and gesture. he's always been like this, so you can't help but wonder why does everything feel so new today. you held onto your bag tighter as you inched closer to sungchan- the girls are shamelessly staring at him and you wouldn't blame them, he looked absolutely handsome in his cream sweater, his brown hair parted evenly, and his lovely eyes are pinned on you- you'll never get tired of adoring his brown specs- you could get lost in them and you won't mind. "missed you all week. you were too busy to meet me." he says with a hint of accusation, cutting you off from your trance and you can't help but think how he looked cute when he pouts. "sorry. you know our debate competition is up so soon, but hey, i'm here now." you reassured him. "i'm busy with soccer practice but i still have time for you though?" he raised an eyebrow, earning a giggle a from you. "clingy." he narrows his eyes at you but doesn't deny your words.

an hour passed by and it's just you and sungchan talking about life. he doesn't let go of the topic that you two are on the same university, both with busy schedules and he reasons out that he pestered you to meet him because he doesn't want to eat lunch with anyone else on a particular wednesday when he almost failed his math test and how he detests that he didn't get to see you the entire week and you just laughed at him for missing you a little too much, in which he continuously tried to deny. "you should get yourself a girlfriend so you'll stop missing me too much." you said.

sungchan suddenly became silent, he averted your gaze. you noticed he looked hesitant and a hint of sadness colored his eyes and you swear, you never want to see him like that. you knew he had something on his mind. "why? what's wrong? sorry, did i say something wrong?" you can't help but feel nervous beacuse of his sudden silence, you gently laced his hands with yours to help ease him up.

while staring at him, you were trying your best not to look too in love or he would notice- it scares you to think that your feelings might show and sungchan only thought of you as a friend. the thought alone made you gloomy, but his next words are unexpected. "i saw you with a guy last wednesday" he started. "i want to approach you but you seem happy talking to him. you never told me about him." he continued, still looking away from you.

you let out a sigh of relief, almost happy that it wasn't about anything more concerning or gravely serious. you weren't sure what to think of, but you almost heard a bit of jealousy and worry with the way he spoke. your brows knotted in confusion, trying to think about who you were with "sunghoon? he's a classmate from history, we were waiting for our groupmates that time when you saw us." sungchan felt relieved, almost as if a huge weight on his chest has been lifted. he tried to summon his old self back like nothing happened. "i was just suprised to see you with an unknown guy! imagine if auntie saw you with him and asks me then i didn't know anything, right?" he convinced himself it was the perfect excuse. he can't believe how dumb it sounded but he also didn't know how to deal with his feelings when he, too, was afraid that you might notice his true feelings and you didn't feel the same. it would break him beyond repair.

"ah, that's it." you try to hide your sadness but the disappointment in your tone was obvious, your hands reached to finish the remaining pastry you had.

sungchan caught a glimpse of hurt in your eyes. he has always been a straightforward kind of guy- but when it comes to you, the words doesn't come out easily. he thought that maybe, you'd know how he felt, but seeing your reaction made him realize that he should've told you about his feelings sooner. since it's out in the open, it's now or never. sungchan gathered all the courage he could muster, determined to tell you that he isn't contented by being your bestfriend anymore, he wants more. he wants you to get the message.

"the truth is, i was jealous." you looked at him, not believing what you just heard. "i couldn't bear seeing another guy making you smile, i want to be the only one to make you smile like that." your heart is now pumping at an abnormal rate. "i want to see you and hear your voice everyday." you can't believe that this is happening right now. "i don't want to be just your friend, y/n." he continued. "i like you- no, i'm in love with you." he confessed. his words sending you to cloud nine, your fingers now laced tighter as he looks at you with gentleness and concern, waiting for your reply.

"i'm in love with you, y/n." he repeated so you would know that he's serious, after all, sungchan never toyed with anyone's emotions, he always makes sure that he expresses and says what he only means, especially when it comes to you. this was the push you've been asking the universe for and there's no turning back. why prolong the agony when you've accepted that sungchan is already the one for you ever since? you opened your lips to say the words he longed to hear. "i'm in love with you too, sungchan." you looked away, embarassed. he's watching you intently, pupils almost turning into a heart if that's even anatomically possible.

he stood up to grab your things and he doesn't let go of your intertwined hands. "let's go, we're telling our parents we're now dating."

as if the universe planned everything, sungchan's parents are at your home, helping your parents set the table for dinner. hand in hand with sungchan, you introduced him to your parents as not your best friend- but your boyfriend and he introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. both of your moms looked proud but sungchan's dad shot your dad a knowing look.

"i told you they'll start dating in college. just about the right time." mr. jung said and your dad groaned before handing him 50 bucks.

it was the best saturday ever.

🧋🪨🐸🎸🫧💂🦕

©️ riizecore 2024

note: hi, everyone! i'm still trying to explore the works here in tumblr and i hope you like my first work. i wrote sungchan's first bc he's my biaswrecker back when he was a neo (he almost stole me from mark lee, istg). expect more to come. wishing you an amazing day. :)

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟFear of The Unknown → Kim Seungmin x reader ˚₊· ꒰ 🌊 ꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊Her relationship with Seungmin is perfectly healthy, but the insecurities on both sides prevent them from being clear with each other.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊idol!Seungmin x fem¡reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊a little sad, cute, established relationship, happy ending.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊possible trigger, fights, light swearing (nothing serious), lack of communication, relationship crisis, fear.

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊6,7k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊I had a dream about Seungmin and I wanted to create a story based on that. I just read an imagine with Seungmin being a complete asshole and I was completely disgusted (the worst thing is that the chapter was really good, love the person who wrote it), so I had to do one of him being a complete baby that he always was (even if at some point in the chapter he hurt her, but I'm just saying- 😅😉)

English is not my first language! I hope you enjoy and have a good read - feedback is appreciated. 🩵🌨️

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 reflects off her face, waking her up to the start of another week. You toss and turn lazily in her place on the bed, making the sheets beneath you move, becoming increasingly messy. The ease with which his body messed them up made him realize the lack of extra weight on the bed beside him. Your fingers delicately trace the now empty space beside you.

You exhale a tired sigh, opening your eyes in a sudden awakening when you realize that your boyfriend was no longer there. His hands run awkwardly through his hair with the intention of making him at least presentable before getting up. You walk still a little drowsy down the hallway, rubbing your eyes with your vision a little blurry.

As if on the right timer, you arrive just as Seungmin was getting ready to put on his sneakers and head out. As soon as he sees you he stops on his way to the apartment entrance, smiling a wide and warm smile that was reserved especially for you. He raises his arms, enveloping her in a warm hug. You rub your head affectionately against his chest, like a lost kitten. He laughs at the thought. "What are you doing up at this time?" "I just wanted to see you leave, it'll be a long time before you return at night." You speak in a low tone that's a little slurred from sleep. He smiles as his fingers rest in his messy hair, you were basically sleeping standing up. "I'll be back tonight, don't worry. When you blink, I'll be back." He assures you. "I had left a note for you on the kitchen island," he pulls you away a little to look into your eyes. "Yo-rin invited us to go out with friends tonight. What do you think?"

"I think it's more like a 'date between couples', I'm sure she's with Jun-ho. But yes. I liked the idea." He smiles, straightening a rebellious lock that fell over his forehead. "Great, I'll be there in time to take us by car, okay?" "Okay" you lean up on your toes, placing an innocent kiss on his lips, wanting to see him as soon as possible. “I love you,” you say. He connects their lips again before walking away with a smile. "Put on some comfortable clothes, I know you'll look beautiful no matter what" he puts on his sneakers before leaving.

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You fix the last details of your hair before hearing the sound of the front door closing. You hurriedly grab your bag from the bed before walking towards the living room. You look for Seungmin, finding him drinking water in the kitchen. You lean against the doorframe waiting for him to notice his presence. When done, he looked you up and down with shining eyes. You were wearing a simple black corset over a white blouse and wide leg pants, simple but perfectly beautiful for him.

He approached, pulling her hand up and spinning her around. You let out a hearty laugh during your little turn, feeling embarrassed even though she is used to hearing compliments from him daily. "Perfect. How did I get so lucky?" He rambles, talking more to himself than anything else. His hands rest lightly on your waist. Seungmin affectionately rubs your nose with yours, kissing your cheek and then your lips, giving you a short peck. "Let's go. If we're late they'll be making jokes all night." He rolls his eyes remembering the last time he was late because he was distracted by his girlfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you go to a more private room to which you were directed by your friends. Yo-rin and Jun-ho were sitting laughing about something they shared on their cell phones, not before they stand up to greet you properly. "Y/n, long time! How are you?" Yo-rin hugs you warmly with a wide smile on her face, being extroverted as always. "It's really been a while since we saw each other, I missed you." You return the hug, settling into your rightful place next to Seungmin. "I think Seungmin thinks we're going to steal her from him." Jun-ho comments, earning a playful eye roll from Seungmin. "Okay, we didn't come to eat?" Seungmin interrupts the teasing with a fake tone of disdain. "Come on." You laugh.

The night passed comfortably between you. You and Seungmin exchanged knowing looks during the meal as you watched Jun-ho and Yo-rin put food on each other's plates. They just looked at you confused when they heard your laughter. When leaving the restaurant, you walked to the karaoke, passing through a nearby square, lights and live music filling the atmosphere and making everything more cozy along the way. After almost an hour of singing traditional Korean karaoke songs, you sat next to Yo-rin on the couch, only hearing Jun-ho and Seungmin's slurred singing because of the amount of Soju they drank together. You let out a hearty laugh when Jun-ho fell on top of Seungmin, crying - probably due to the song's melancholy lyrics about lost love.

As soon as the song ends, they sit next to the two of you, sighing breathlessly for the last song they sang so eagerly. "What do you think about another round?" Jun-ho drawls, resting his arms on Yo-rin's shoulders, who just gave him an amused look. "What's up, guys? One more song, one more Soju." He reaches for the bottle on the table, but is reprimanded by Yo-rin who holds his arm. "That's enough for today. I think we should go, you're drunk as a skunk." She stands up next to him, resting the weight of his body on her. "We're on our way, you can enjoy it alone, lovebirds." Yo-rin gives them a wink.

"Not alright. We're going. Come, I'll help you." Seungmin stands up, taking Jun-ho from her arms. "He is sure? You weren't alone all night. It's still 9pm, you can stay a little longer without us." She asks with a confused face towards the two of you. You shake your head with a simple smile. "It is good too, Minnie has to work tomorrow and I think you're going to need help with Jun-ho, you know, he's heavy." You laugh, joining his arm with hers to leave the room right behind the boys. "All is well then."

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A week has passed since the day you left with Seungmin's friends. It was a busy week, not only for you, but also for your boyfriend. You were busy with mountains of essays one after another for your college, and he, who trained too much, barely having time to rest and most days having stayed in the dorm with the boys.

You sigh tiredly, closing your laptop after finishing another tiring study session. You get up and go to the kitchen with the intention of heating up your lunch with the leftovers from the previous day’s dinner. remembering the morning message left on post-its that Seungmin left asking you to eat well because your health is very important. You smile at the thought.

Before even uncovering the pots that held the food, his cell phone that was on top of the island vibrates showing Yo-rin's photo on the screen, you quickly pick it up to answer the call. "Hi, Yo-rin! What a nice surprise." "Hi, how are you? You know, I have an appointment near your building and I thought I would invite you to have lunch together at a nearby restaurant. We can go to the mall too. Would you be free?" You smile excited at the idea of ​​good timing. "Of course! To be honest, I was about to prepare my lunch, So you came at a good time." "Great, I'll give you the address, meet me in 30 minutes." "Okay."

The thirty minutes were enough for you to get ready in a casual and comfortable way, wearing moss green shorts with a short white blouse to stand out with sneakers of the same color. You call a taxi in front of your building, following a route of less than 5 minutes according to the address sent. You arrive in front of tteokbokki's small restaurant, finding Yo-rin at the tables in the back. She waves at you, indicating to sit across from her.

"I'm glad it arrived on time, I just ordered it. The ttobokki here is the best! I promise you won't regret it." She says happily, placing her cell phone on the table that was in her hands until then. "I thank you for the invitation, I needed a break from studying. My teacher went crazy this week." "I found out, Seungmin told me. That's why I called you, spending the whole week working on your mind must be a pain, you have to rest for everything." A sudden doubt appears in your head when she finished explaining. "Does he know we're here?" "Let's just say...it's a girls' secret." She raises her finger towards her own mouth, as if asking for secrecy, you laugh at the funny face she made. "Okay, let's just be the two of us for today" you join in on her joke.

After eating the famous tteokbokki - which she wasn't lying when she said it was the best - you split the bill, at her insistence, leaving to walk some more. You kept the plan of going to the mall, passing through several stores trying on some things or buying others. She lets out a sudden happy squeal pulling you towards a store with a new makeup line that she mentioned seeing on 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 on tiktok. She fiddles with some products before suddenly pausing, speaking without looking you in the eye, "You know, I didn't want to say anything, because I thought it would be a little uncomfortable for you, but it's been rattling around in my head since the day we left last week." She says hurriedly, barely having time to breathe. "What do you mean? What happened?" You ask worriedly, resting your hand on her shoulder. She looks into his eyes with concern shining in them, starting to slowly wander around the store then looking at some products in distraction.

"It's just...how's your relationship with Seung going?" "So far, so good. I- I still don't understand, Yo-rin." You speak slowly, imagining that she is organizing her thoughts so she knows how to speak carefully. "You know, the day we left I noticed something strange. I had been talking to Seungmin for weeks about the idea I had of us all going out together and only after a lot of insistence did he give in and talk to you." She sighed, thinking about what she would say next. "And...during dinner or when we were at karaoke, he treated you like one of his friends, it didn't even seem like you were dating and, When I suggested the idea of ​​you being alone, because I imagined it would be uncomfortable for him to act like that in front of us, he didn't even hesitate before denying it." You remained silent, trying to understand her line of reasoning.

"I understand your concern, Yo-rin, but I think you got it wrong," you try to smile, but it was flawed, only a ghost of a smile appeared on your face. "Minnie isn't exactly the biggest fan of PDA and I respect that about him, nothing more." His attempt to convince her seems to be of no use, since she just looks at you like you're not listening to her. "It's not just that, it's just…" she lowers her voice, now looking away from her feet, "In his past relationships, this wasn't a problem. He's never been this distant with anyone before. Besides, he barely lets you go out with his friends. At first I was understanding, since he had just gotten out of a difficult relationship, I thought he didn't want to rush things. But now it's weird. You've been together for almost two years and it seems like he wants to hide you from us." Her reaction about her is silent, making you reflect.

"I don't want to put the wrong ideas in his head, but you see, he's been busy working this week. Did he call you in the meantime? He usually does this when he misses you or is worried." A lump forms in your throat and your mouth goes dry, making you swallow your saliva with difficulty. "He- he leaves notes in the morning and sometimes sends messages at night…” you respond in a low voice, your chest was starting to hurt from how tight it was. His thoughts were racing. "You see? It worries me! I try to talk to him, but he just ignores me when I bring it up." She looks at you, waiting for an answer, but only receives silence in return. "Okay, I think- I think we better go, okay?" She puts her hand over your left shoulder, guiding you out of the store. "I think so." You practically whisper, your voice disappearing into your throat.

His plan was to spend the rest of the day peacefully, but that didn't happen. You knew Yo-rin would never say anything to affect you - not on purpose, of course - but his words were eating away at your mind and insecurity grows in your chest. Her mentioning Seungmin's previous relationship really bothered you. He had mentioned it to you once, explaining it in a shallow way and, after that conversation, you wonder if the reason he didn't tell you in detail is because he doesn't trust you. You blindly trusted Seungmin without hesitation, but the burning you felt in your eyes and the sweat that formed on your hands were clear signs that you were very insecure, and again her thoughts took her like monsters, making her reflect and question details of her relationship so far.

You try to finish some work you intended to do before the due date, but all you can see and feel is that something is now wrong. You don't want to think, but it can't help but cross your mind that it's somehow your fault.

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The wonderful smell of banana pie enters your nostrils making you feel hungrier. You bow slightly in thanks to the cashier before walking out the door of the small bakery with two cups of coffee and pieces of Seungmin's favorite pie. It had been two days since the day you met Yo-rin. You didn't mention your date with Seungmin, not that you were hiding anything, I was just afraid you'd upset him by telling him something so irrelevant while he was away working. Your nerves hadn't calmed down at all since that day, but you were trying to distract yourself, thinking it better not to make hasty decisions.

You wanted to prove to yourself that everything was okay so, for that, you decided to surprise Seungmin by visiting him at JYP. Maybe it was hasty, but you knew he would be happy. You try to hide the excited smile that insisted on appearing on your face. Arriving at the entrance of the company, you pull out your cell phone, dialing his number. Some rings resounded signaling that it was calling. The call dropped. You called once again and were getting a little worried for fear that he wasn't at the company or that something had happened. After several taps, finally you hear his low and slightly slurred voice, he was probably tired. "Hey. Did something happen?" He speaks quickly. Your breath catches in your throat and your mind insists that maybe it wasn't a good idea, he looked anxious and tired. "H-hi, no- nothing happened. Just...I thought I'd stop by the company to give you a coffee and some cakes, I was wondering if you'd already eaten anything." His voice disappeared from his throat. You were afraid to tell people you were at the company, afraid of what might happen.

"It's okay, there's no need. I ate well, I promise. Look, I- I have a lot to do, so…” he sighs, you got the signal. A strange cold hits your belly and your eyes water. You didn't know exactly why you wanted to cry, but you felt like you were excluded. "Not alright. Sorry to call unannounced." You hoped he didn't notice his weak voice. "Okay, don't worry. Tomorrow I will be home early." He hangs up and you feel like your head is spinning. You keep your cell phone in your pocket, now with a cold coffee in his hands and a tight heart almost coming out of his mouth. You can't cry, not here, not now. Are you strong… 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

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The next day you were discouraged, maybe this was your new routine this week; waking up and realizing that deep down you are afraid that your previously so perfect relationship might just be a sham, that you were a hobby. You had nothing to do, it was a boring day. The weather was rainy and the cold wind blew against her skin through the open window. It felt like the universe was actually conspiring against you, even the weather was really hazy, matching your thoughts. On days like this there was only one thing you could do.

You unlock the bike that you hadn't used in a long time, you had to clean your hands of the dust that spread along the chain that held it. Riding it, you pedaled quickly, feeling a small sting in your nose from the cold wind. Securing it to the small bike rack, you entered the place with bad lighting, where only the red, white and blue tones of the machines make you have minimal vision. The arcade was definitely the strangest place to calm down, but for you it was nostalgic and relaxing. Sometimes you felt like a child who went out to play when there was a fight at home. By placing the tokens inside the claw machine, you let yourself go for hours, changing the toys and carrying lots of gifts home.

You close the door behind you with your foot, your arms filled with bags loaded with various teddy bears and other small toys. You leave your bags on the living room floor, desperately wanting a shower. Opening the bedroom door, you hear the sound of the shower turning off and a voice shouting from inside the bathroom, "darling?" You stopped in the same place. You wanted to walk around leaving the room and pretend it was just the wind, but at the same time you wanted to hug him and say you missed him. Because you felt it, a lot. "Hi, Minnie. I'm here." Seconds later you hear the sound of the shower turning on again. You wondered if he really cared that you were there, but you wouldn't torture yourself like that. Lying down, it feels like the effort you put into riding your bike has come to a head, your eyelids becoming heavier and your vision darkening.

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Your eyes slowly open at the delicate rocking of your shoulder, caused by a pair of large, light hands, touching you as if any sudden action would break you. A little more attentive to your surroundings, you see Seungmin crouching in front of you with his hand caressing your shoulder. "Love, get up, please." You stood up lazily, running a hand over your face. "What time is it?" "About 6:00 pm, probably." He replied in a low tone, not wanting to alarm you. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but I need to talk to you." Seungmin sat next to him, looking into his eyes with concern and affection. "...I don't- look, I wanted to apologize to you for what happened yesterday. I know we didn't talk properly this week because of me, and I felt bad for hanging up the call so quickly. I want to redeem myself." He speaks slowly, paying attention to see if you understood everything he said.

You sigh, not knowing whether from relief or exhaustion. Your eyes fill with water and you want to disappear from his face because you look so fragile. You bite your bottom lip, looking down at your hands that were resting in your lap. You feel his strong arms wrap around you in a hug that is a little awkward, but still comforting. You reciprocate, giving in to his affection. You inhale the smell of the moisturizer he usually applies after a shower, feeling small for realizing that you needed to be in his arms. He extends his hand over your hair, stroking it delicately, with so much love and care that it made your bones ache to think about what it would be like to no longer be able to feel his love. He whispers softly to you, "I plan to show you something. I'll give you some time to shower and get dressed, I'll be waiting in the living room." You pull away, looking at him confused. "Where are we going?" He smiles, his eyes shining with admiration. He runs his fingers over your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "For a good surprise."

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You watch in the distance as small yellow lights shine through the branches. You were still in the city, but in a somewhat reserved place, close to a small piece of sea. Turning off the engine, he walks around as he gets out of the car and opens the door for you, his gentlemanly gestures never dying, eliciting a sincere smile from you for the gesture. He goes ahead, guiding her to a small restaurant that is located on the water's edge. It was beautiful, the lights scattered around the room where the tables were located made everything seem comforting. The place seemed to be a kind of 'acquaintances only environment', as Seungmin nods knowingly to the lady inside the store.

He points to a table asking you to wait for him. When he returns, he sits across from you, starting a conversation by asking how his day was. You try to avoid saying that the reason for your bad mood was technically attributed to him, just saying that you went out to distract your mind. He tells you how his week was and how this part of training is being pushed before the stray kids comeback and you sag a little in your chair, feeling like he was getting in his way that time, like an added weight to the whole problem he was going through. You didn't want to make it too obvious, so you just smiled and motivated him by saying how good he is at what he does. After eating the delicious food, he walked with you to a bridge not too far away, where he had an incredible view of the biggest buildings in Seoul.

You walked side by side and at some point you linked your pinkies, not wanting him to be uncomfortable with closer contact. He looked at his hands with a frightened expression, as if this was new to him. His stomach dropped and his smile fell a little, but he couldn't show it. He pointed to a specific place on the bridge where he wanted to observe the view, walking a little faster, letting go of your hands. You swallowed hard, this was no time to think about that.

You joined his side, resting both hands on the bar in front of you. Seungmin looked mesmerized by the lights that decorated the city at night, matching the stars. You watched him absorbed in thoughts about him, about how incredibly cute he looked in this dark brown trench coat that highlighted his eye color and made him look like the main love interest in a drama, or how his fluffy hair made him incredibly attractive. You loved him, and you wanted him to know that. The words instantly spring to his tongue, as a desperate prayer for the support of your relationship, "...I love you." You whisper, breaking the silence that had been established until then, just the cold wind blowing over you. He stops for a few seconds, looking into your eyes and giving you a light smile. He holds your hands in his, with a lost look pondering on his face. Her breathing hitched suddenly, her chest hurt.

You remove your hands from his, he then looks at you confused, not understanding the reason for the gesture. “Do you love me, Seung?” His voice sounds broken, wavering with every word spoken. Seungmin's eyes widened, doubt and worry shining in his eyes. "Of course darling." "... so why don't you say it?" Silence. A bitter silence that you didn't want to experience, wasn't what you wanted. A lone tear fell down your cheek, exhaustion overflowing from the latest past events. "Where did that come from? What's going on?" You laugh humorlessly, wiping the tear uselessly as more insisted on constantly descending. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨? Everything is happening, Seungmin!" You suddenly burst out, not raising your tone because they were in a public environment, even though it was almost empty.

"Why- why don't you ever say you love me? I express my love for you and the only thing I get in return is silence." He looks at you scared, but without saying a word. He reaches out to touch your arm, but you painfully take a step back. He lowers his hand slowly, sighing. "It's not that-" "so what happened?" You interrupt him. He falls silent, swallowing nervously. He ponders his answer for a while, looking down. "... It is complicated." You clenched your fists in disbelief, not in anger, but in disappointment. "Yo-rin was right… I can't believe it." You mumble, wiping away your tears as you turn your back to him.

He raises his head, confused by the mention of his childhood best friend's name. Before you could take another step, he stops in front of her, looking straight at you. "What does she have to do with it?" Now it was your turn to ponder, sighing as you look at the water, avoiding staring at him at all costs. "We hung out a few days ago and talked about our relationship. She told me she was worried that you were being cold to me, avoiding showing people that I'm your girlfriend. At first, I didn't want to believe it, but she was right about some things," you stare back at him, where he listened to you with a mix of feelings; fear, worry, sadness, anger. Everything was apparent in his physical and bodily expression and you wanted this discussion to end, but everything needed to be clarified, "she said that you were never so cold towards someone, that you were different in your other relationship. That hurt so much, Seungmin. It makes me wonder if the problem was with me," your voice broke and you felt afraid that you wouldn't be able to speak.

"I've never had problems with insecurities in our relationship but it's hard not to think about it when you treat a trainee with perfect, enviable beauty so affectionately and act different like that. a mere student... I can't keep this to myself anymore, Seungmin." Seungmin wants to speak, but his arguments catch in his throat, his vision blurred by the tears that were in his mouth. You just nod, too tired to fight, gripping the strap of your bag tightly before walking past him. "Where- where are you going? You're driving with me." He shouts in your place, not worried about clarifying your doubts, but rather where you are going. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, you think. "I'll go by taxi." And then you go, leaving him alone at the edge of the cold water under the lights of Seoul.

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You lay on your bed, curled up in the fetal position, feeling more tears wet your face. The feelings were confused inside, you felt a strange relief that he finally knew your feelings, but the fear and anguish that Yo-rin was really right predominated without pause, making you experience double emotional exhaustion. Your cell phone vibrates next to you, you pick it up after several rings. There were messages from him.

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 🐶🤍: I'm afraid you want space. I'm going to sleep in the dorm with the boys today, don't worry.

You sigh. It would be a long night's sleep.

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"Everything will be fine, you're amazing." Her friend Nayeon massages her shoulders, an act to uselessly ease her tension. The dressing room was a mess, people running from one side to the other arranging clothes and makeup. Today was a very important day for many fashion students, including you. A small fashion show planned for months where students presented their creations to be evaluated by the most respected professors on campus, in addition to important presences such as businesspeople and industry scouts. It was a very important day and the tension from his fight with Seungmin two days ago wasn't helping anything. During those two days, he stayed in the dorm and you didn't speak to each other again. You were sad and relieved that Seungmin didn't say anything to you, perhaps to give you space or out of fear of what might happen if you try to talk again.

You shallowly told your friend Nayeon how you fought with Seungmin after she confronted you about why you were acting so distracted and tired. She was understanding, giving a little speech about how fights like this are normal in relationships and that you would soon sort things out. You didn't take much faith, but agreed just to end the matter. You couldn't let personal matters get in the way of your work, not on this day. Only the best students were selected to have the opportunity to present their work and you passed with honor and praise. Your teacher announced your selection with pride and you couldn't be happier for the opportunity you've been given.

A thought quickly crossed your mind, imagining what it would be like if you weren't fighting with Seungmin, If only he was here to support her and tell her how proud he is. It makes you sad. Nayeon stops massaging her shoulders when she feels them more tense. "Honey, relax. Important people will be here today and you need to at least look presentable when they ask to see the creator of the best collection." She said with a playful smile on her face. "Now get up, hold your head high and show who the talent in this place is, you hear?" You smile at her sincerely, grateful for her generosity. "You're right, today is going to be a memorable day." You walk to your seats in the front row when they announce the start of the parade. Your pieces will be one of the last, so you are calmer at first. The lights go out and everything begins. It's no wonder that the best were selected for this, the pieces are truly incredible and vivid, you can't deny it.

It was time for your creations to appear and you were afraid of people's reactions. Nayeon squeezed his arm gently, a silent warning that you were doing well. When it was all over, the applause resounded loudly throughout the place and, as soon as the lights came on, your hands froze in place when you saw who was in front of you. Seungmin clapped happily when he saw his collection at an event like this. He was happy and proud, unlike two days ago when he left her distressed and without answers. She wanted to disappear and pretend she didn't see him, but when your eyes met, it was as if you could see the feelings he carried inside, longing to have you close to him. It was a short period of time before the event ended and his nerves were on edge. People were getting up and in the middle of the movement you saw Seungmin walk up to you, before he opened his mouth to say something, you nodded towards the backstage, asking him to follow you.

You guide him to sit at the dressing table that was in an unoccupied dressing room. You close the door, sitting across from him. A slightly uncomfortable silence settles in the room as you play with your fingers in your lap, an attitude you did when you were nervous. "I'm proud. You are extremely talented and my heart was happy when I saw that your talent was finally recognized." He breaks the silence by speaking in a low tone. You stare at him, formulating a decent response. You didn't want to be rude, but you were still upset with him. "Thank you." His voice was so low that if he hadn't been so close he might not have heard it. And once again silence fell, but not for long, as he spoke again, this time catching your attention more abruptly. "When I was a trainee I met a girl," you lift your head, curious as to what he's getting at, "we became friends, one thing led to another and we ended up becoming romantically involved," he pauses, watching your reaction carefully.

"She wasn't my first girlfriend, but she was the first one I thought I would actually move forward with. I treated her very well, being the example of a drama boyfriend," He tries to make a joke but you just look away, he sighed. "One day, I intended to take her to meet my parents and then she just attacked me. He said that I needed to change, that if I continued being this 'soft idiot' no one would ever stay, that no one wants someone so needy around. She broke up with me a few days later." His eyes met yours and you didn't know what to say, it was all so sudden. "It ended up that a few months later she got involved in a fight at the company and had to give up on her debut, leaving the company... It's not that I don't love you, dear… I'm afraid of losing you if I get too close. You are the most important person in my life and I don't know if I can imagine my life without you. I need you." His voice cracks, making him feel small. You lean in to wipe away the tears running down his face.

Not holding back, you hugged him warmly, longing and relief enveloped you in a loving way. You kissed his forehead and whispered while stroking his hair. "I would never leave you, I'm the one who needs you. I'm sorry- I'm sorry for not listening to you sooner." You cry together, relieved to have cleared things up. You still felt guilty for not listening to him, you felt selfish, but seeing how sincere he seemed, you thought you could give yourself a chance. He pulls you away, cupping your face so he can kiss you more easily. He held her with love, feeling her soft lips fit perfectly over his like pieces of a puzzle to which he was predestined to be united until his last breath of life. He brushes two more pecks on your lips before separating, taking in the air.

"I had a fight with Yo-rin…so I thought I had to at least settle it with you." He commented suddenly, making you look at him with concern. "Did you- did you fight because of me…?" He holds your hands, stroking them for you to relax. "It's not your fault, She's the one who needs to measure her words, that's all." His tone becomes more serious for a moment. You just nod in understanding. You are interrupted by Nayeon abruptly entering the dressing room. "Girl, I looked for you everywhere! The professor is behind you, a Japanese businessman is interested in your work and wants to talk to you." She smiles excitedly. It seems like things have really worked out.

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"Minnie!" You jump into his arms, the suitcase sliding away almost falling. He spins you in his arms, filling your face with chaste kisses as a manifestation of his longing. "Calm down, calm down! We're going to fall." He laughs, placing you on the ground. "I've been waiting for this for weeks, you know." You kiss him again, happy to finally see him after months. Eight months passed after everything happened and things were happening naturally. The boys were taking off with their new mini album for JYP Japan and you were visiting him in Shibuya, Taking advantage of the fact that she was on a business trip, she was hired to design the newest collection for a successful Japanese brand. You couldn't be more proud of each other. After a long and tiring flight, your boyfriend met you in your hotel room to welcome you.

"I know you're tired," he begins, looking with his puppy dog ​​eyes, "but I need to take you to a very important place. And, before you deny it, it’s in your best interest, so…” you watch him curiously, reading his expression. "All is well then." You smile, hugging him once again.

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It was night when he picked you up in your room that same day. The moon was full and bright and the weather was mild for it being spring. You passed through beautiful places and interesting streets before arriving at the place he had initially thought of, taking several memorable photos along the way. Holding your hand, he pulled you towards a slightly more reserved place, where trees with cherry blossoms lay, your favorites. You were amazed looking around you, the lighting made everything more exciting and charismatic. "Is this where you wanted to take me?" You ask smiling after sitting on a wooden bench beneath the trees. "Did you like it? The boys researched the best places for a romantic walk and I could only say thank you." A wide smile graces his features. He looks down at his feet, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth and his forehead couldn't stop sweating. "Baby... are you okay? We can go back if-

"no no! I'm fine, I just- I just wanted to tell you something." He looks at you, piecing together fragments of the speech he's practiced for hours in front of the members..

"I want to be honest with you. I've rehearsed this moment thousands of times and I still think I'm going to stutter as soon as I open my mouth." He gathers his courage and continues, you watch him curious and confused. "Some time ago, I was afraid of losing you. My life revolves around you and I was scared of losing you if you left. I realized that we only know for sure if something will last if we have the attitude to hold on to it and make sure it's yours." You watch him take a small marsala-colored velvety box from your pants, your eyes fill with water as you realize the reason for all this, for every planned part of this day. "My love, do you agree to become my priority forever?" He opens the small box, revealing two beautiful silver rings with details in pink stones.

You hug him, wetting his shoulder with the tears you shed in happiness. "Of course I do, darling." You were ready to become his permanently. He was yours and you were his, and no one would separate you, neither doubt nor fear, you would face the unknown together, because you love each other.

A/N_ I usually don't leave comments at the end of chapters, but after all this I think it's worthy of reactions. Okay, what was that? I swear I've never written a chapter this long and I confess I was proud because I didn't intend to make it this long. Please don't feel angry with Yo-rin 😭, she just wanted to help even though she acted like a bitch, that's it- but whatever. Like × reblog ¡ by:: @hyunjinners ^-^

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I would like to request for husband Chan X wife y/n, where Chan comes home drunk attending an after party and gets all romantic and suggestive with y/n

⭑ “unresistible” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol bang chan, non-idol reader, mentions of drinking, drunk chan, established relationship (married), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby,honey,channie), releasing

⭑ note: let’s just say anon has taste because i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy it!

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you lay in bed staring at the screen of your phone, waiting for a call, a message, a photo but nothing came your way. as you turn to face the empty side of the bed your husband should be laying on, you hear the click of a door and one lock, two locks. his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.

“hey baby”…

you continue to face the wall, hoping to let him know that you’re bothered by how late he arrived home. he promised he would be back before midnight on a night out with his friends, but it’s well past midnight and you waited patiently for him. the alcohol reeks off his body as he walks to face you and he happens to wear one of your favorite outfits: a black shirt and black trousers that you bought him on your second anniversary. it had the first letter of your name embroidered on the top of the shirt with a delicate, golden thread.

“i’m sorry baby, i just-“ his words trail off, knowing there was no success in making excuses. you glance at his face, feeling a sense of guilt. he has worked hard all week, and only hangs out with his friends on fridays to spend the weekend with you. he also was unresistible, always carrying a romantic and suggestive look in his eyes.

“it’s ok channie, get washed up and we can discuss it tommorow”

he reveals a small smile, and turns to the bathroom, undressing on his way there.

he lets out a long “aaah” as he plops his head on his pillow, hair still wet and straight. you couldn’t resist playing with his dark strands and twisting them with your fingers.

“i missed you baby, i’m sorry for being late” his hands grab yours and he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“it’s ok honey, as long as you had fun”

“mm, it was ok. nothing beats the fun i have with you” you both laugh at his remark

“what type of fun? you’ve always made fun of me for being a workaholic”

“ ‘yknow, when we wind down, and i get to have you for the night” he expresses, words slurred and spoken slow. his fingers trace your shoulder blades, and he lowers the sheets to place a kiss on the trails his fingers left. you feel a shudder run through your body and he moves up, to look back into your eyes. he always looked graceful when he’d come back home drunk, face flushed and eyes lustful. you place a peck on his lips and retract your head, only to feel his hand on the back of your neck bringing you back and locking lips with you, intertwining tongues and whispering “i’m sorry” and “i miss you baby” repetitively. you feel his hand moving down to grab at your shorts, grinning as if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“you really want to do this now channie?”

“mhm, and why not? getting pussy drunk from you is better than any alcohol i can drink” and with that he dives under the sheets, pulling your shorts and underwear down, exposing your cunt to him. he trails kisses from your knees and down to your thighs, bringing them up to his shoulders. he hums in satisfaction before licking your wetness, letting a moan escape your parted mouth. his tongue explores you in all ways, curling inside your folds, rolling circles at your bud and flicking it.

“you’re so good baby”

“h-honey slow down, please” but he wouldn’t listen, rather he uses his fingers to play with your clit as he kisses and sucks your folds, leaving hickeys inside your thighs every so often. you grab at his, now damp, hair as your body prepares to release. your back arches and he pulls you back down, reaching your good spot countless times before you let out a final whimper of relief, your pussy dripping wet. chan let’s your sweet release coat his tongue and he swallows it, moving up to look at your sweaty face. he places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing napkins and helping you clean up.

you cuddle in his warmth, locking lips with him for what felt like hours. almost falling asleep in his arms, you gain consciousness of the situation again, laughing to yourself.

“how do i let you come home late and eat me out?”

“ ‘dunno baby, it seems like you can’t resist me”

you weren’t suprised he knew how your mind works. after all, he was your husband, and yours only.

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Let The World Burn. - I.N.

1. The New King and Queen

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In the end, he managed to forget that a king is nothing without his queen.

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Part 2 will be linked in the master list above!

Pairings: Jeongin x Reader (and some love triangles among the way.) enemies to lovers, royalty au!

Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, war, aggression, anxiety, depression, death, please let me know if i miss anything... (this was heavily inspired by the song “Let the world burn” by Chris Grey.

Word Count: 3.5k

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You had your destiny planned out for you since before you were born. While your mother, the queen of Eldoria, still carried you, your father, alongside the King of Rexerum, forged an alliance between their two kingdoms.

The Queen and King of Rexerum were a powerful pair, ruling their realm with vigor and passion, in slight contrast to your parents, who led their kingdom with kindness and a deep sense of unity. Rexerum was one of the strongest kingdoms of its time, invincible and unwavering. An alliance among the two kingdoms was deemed to be the best strategic decision of the millenium.

When Prince Yang Jeongin was just a year old and you were still in the womb, both kingdoms decided to unite. Once the King of Rexerum passed, it was decreed that the two of you, once of age, would marry and lead both nations to greatness.

You had always known of this, at only six years old, you received the first letter from you betrothed.

"Hello, I am Jeongin. I am looking forward to a happy future with you." Though brief and simple, the letter was deeply meaningful to a six year old's heart. To you, it felt like a fairytale coming to life. What young girl doesn’t dream of her Prince Charming?

At the age of ten, you received a gift from the prince. A locket with a letter. "Hold on to this locket, and one day you will place a petal from your wedding bouquet inside." You wore that necklace every day after you received it.

At the age of sixteen you finally knew what your future husband looked like. You received a painting that took months to arrive to your homeland. He was very attractive, with fox-like features, sharp eyes, and a cheshire smile. He looked full of life and kind, almost like a dream to your sheltered eyes.

When you turned nineteen, you finally received the final letter. It was from Jeongin, announcing that his father passed away due to an unexpected illness. He didn't explain much aside from the fact that his father was bedridden for weeks before he finally succumbed to a sickness that you couldn't quite understand. The last words of the letter being, "See you soon, my love."

Despite the dire circumstances, you couldn't help but feel excitement. A queen of a country and a bride on the same day seemed overwhelming but very exciting to you. The roses that sat in every corner of your room seemed brighter all of the sudden, like it was their own farewell to you.

Being sheltered from the world, due to your parents putting everything on the alliance, you were not allowed to leave the castle unless it was absolutely necessary. Only learning the world through stories and teachings. As much as you mourned you father-in-law-to-be, it meant the start of your new life.

Your mother, in her stunning blue and black dress, bid you farewell in tears, wishing you the best and telling you that if everything goes well, this would be the last time you'd see her, because after your boat sailed, your duties as princess of Eldoria, would be nothing in comparison to your rights as the queen of Rexerum. Her crown shined under the sun, made from pure silver, and decorated by sapphires and diamonds, so intricate and delicate, it made you wonder what the crown you would wear in Rexerum would look like.

Your father told you to be strong, he was never a man of affection, but he held you close and whispered, "Be careful my daughter." Before you left your homeland and parents.

On the sail to Rexerum, you held on to your locket that still sat around your neck. Nervous and anxious, but at least you knew that Jeongin would be waiting for you at the end of the road. You loved him, despite never meeting him, but maybe you were living in a fairytale that you never wanted to reach the end of.

The ship took four days to arrive to Rexerum, the only person that kept you company was your advisor and best friend Lee Felix, who kept your spirits up anytime you felt hopeless or homesick. He was your rock. "You are going to be an amazing queen your highness." Was his go-to phrase, as you rolled your eyes at the term, 'your highness.' He was your best friend, and you've told him that the formalities could be dropped behind closed doors, but at this point, he was saying such things with no purpose but to get under your skin.

When you finally arrived to the foreign kingdom, a crowd awaited you. The citizens of this new country, welcomed you with open arms, all hoping to catch a glimpse of their queen-to-be.

The man that held his arm out to you at the dock was not your future husband, much to your disappointment. You understood why Jeonjin couldn't be there though. His father had just passed, and now he was preoccupied with the arrangements of the wedding and coronations of the both of you. He is a king afterall now, is what you told yourself.

The horses leading your carriege couldn't be any slower. You were practically shaking with anxiety and excitement to finally fulfill what you were born to do.

However, when you finally arrived to the castle, you were caught off guard. You were raised in a palace full of light, flowers surrounded every wall, your followers would come and go as they pleased in order to meet the royal family, the air was happy and free. You couldn't help but notice the stark differences in your new home, surrounded by soldiers and walls. The castle seemed gloomy and even the servants would keep their head down and wouldn't dare to make eye contact with you.

It caught you off guard when you were lead through the back entrance by soldiers who only addressed you as, "My grace."

They led you to a room on the third floor in the place, the room a bit bigger than your old one at home.

"Your belongings will arrive shortly my grace, please make yourself comfortable and enjoy your stay," The guard still wouldn't make eye-contact with you, which made you slightly uncomfortable because you were raised with the belief that every person in your country is your family. You stand for the people and someone not seeing you as such, is very out of your comfort zone.

A day went by, and you still hadn't met your husband-to-be.

"It feels stuffy in here." Felix said, as he opened the windows of your new bedroom.

"I'm sure this is just a spare room, once I move to Jeongin's room, it'll be better." You said as your new ladies prepared your wedding dress. A white, flowy dress with loose sleeves, and beautiful embroidery awaited you. One of your ladies, Rose, if you remembered correctly, was putting your hair up with a flower shaped clip. She didn't say much, aside from agreences.

"I hope so, because this place feels depressing." Felix looked at your reflection on the mirror as you sighed out loud. "I know, but maybe the prince is preparing something special." Rose's movements halted for a second at your words, you only realized because of the eye contact she made with you through the mirror before focusing on you hair again. She seemed worried or maybe hesitant, but then again, this was a huge shift in the kingdom so it was expected.

That night is when you were to walk down the aisle, yet you couldn't help but adore this new sense of freedom you received. No longer under your parents rule, but under your own. The servants wouldn't say much to you aside from telling you about your itinerary. Lunch with the queen, dressing ceremony, walking down the aisle, consummation, and living the rest of your life with the King.

You woke up the morning of your wedding feeling a sense of wonder, your luncheon dress was ready, sky blue, long, and made from silk, was prepared for your meeting with the queen, but since your anxiety wouldn't let you rest prior to the lunch, you decided to wonder the garden.

The garden was the only place that reminded you of home. Roses and daisies surrounded the area. Wisteria flowers decorated the fences and walls. The place felt serene and free in comparison to the gray walls that surrounded the palace.

That morning, you took advantage of your new found freedom and asked Felix to accompany you in search for your wedding bouquet.

You roamed around the pond on the west side of the palace, finding red and white flowers to build your wedding bouquet. Felix made you a flower crown, made from peonies and jasmines, as you hopped around the area boasting about your future filled with excitement.

Felix feigned happiness, although he wished that in another world, another life, his status would be higher, or yours lower, so he could maybe, possibly dream of a world that you would see him as more than a friend or advisor. He was happy for you nevertheless.

You were unaware that through a window on the fourth floor of the palace, your future husband was observing you. "Foolish." He whispered under his breath as the arms of his beloved enveloped him from behind in a warm embrace.

"Let her be." Rose said as she graced her lips against his neck, his body craved her warmth and chased her as she pulled away.

"I don't want to. I don't know her. I have never spoken with her. I do not understand why my parents would tie me down to someone that they didn't even know. What if her intentions are misconstructed?" Jeongin turned to Rose, who was merely covered by his robe.

"Innie, you're a king, your ties are more than trust, they are for the good of our country." Rose was always so good to him, so understanding.

"If I am the king, why can I not choose my queen? I would choose you a million times over in a heartbeat my love." He approached her as she sat on the bed.

"You know it's harder than that my love." She leaned back as Jeongin hovered over her, "Can we at least be together one more time before this afternoon?" He asked as his hands roamed her body, his hands traced her waist, her hips, and until they finally landed on her thighs, pulling one of her legs around him, "I just want to feel you again." He whispered into her ear as he pulled the robe back and felt his lover crumble with his every move.

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You held you self-made bouquet with pride. You looked beautiful, all in preparation to meet your husband. You stood behind the doors of the coronation room. The ceremony was smaller than you expected, more a formality than anything. In your country, wedding was a celebration, a birth of a new family, a new root in a never ending garden. This was different so far, after being in Rexerum for two days, you began to notice the differences. The lines between royalty and common folk were very clear in your new nation.

Nevertheless, you waited for the priest to announce your arrival.

Once he uttered the words, "And now we welcome the princess of Eldoria and the new queen of Rexerum to our country,-" Guards opened the grand doors, and you began walking down the aisle.

Despite your nervousness, you managed to look in Jeongins direction. He was looking down, almost seeming avoidant.

When you reached the end of the aisle, you tried to offer him a smile, but he was avoiding your gaze with everything he had in him. Once you reached his side, the two of you looked forward as the priest continued the ceremony.

Eventually, he made the two of you turn to each other for the vows, once Jeongin finally made eye contact with you, he couldn’t lie to himself. You were beautiful, your eyes had a light in them that he had only seen once, in the eyes of his lover. A face so innocent, that anything could break the wonder. Your dress was beautifully embroidered to represent your old country, flowers laced the fabric so subtly. A flower crown sat on top of your head so delicately, made for you by the hands of someone that loved you so well.

Yet he couldn’t help himself but to look at you with resentment, no emotion behind his brown eyes, his jaw locked and stiff, he was looking down at you and all of the sudden you felt small beneath his gaze.

You are a princess and a queen-to-be, feeling small was something you weren’t used to. Yet, beneath the king of Rexerum, you felt like nothing but a peasant. The man you built in your delusions was not present in your wedding.

"I stand before you, as the king of the great country of Rexerum, bound by duty. I vow to honor this union. May we find harmony in our shared path. I, King Yang Jeongin, take you, YN LN, to be my wife. I offer you my crown, my kingdom, my protection, my name, and my duty. I promise to fulfill the obligations of this union, as dictated by tradition, and to honor our commitment in the eyes of our realm. May our paths intertwine until…” he takes a deep breath, “until the end of our days." After his vows, he slips a ring so shiny that it could blind you, onto the ring finger on your left hand.

After hearing his vows and reading the room, you felt truly out of place. Nervousness seeps into your bones, a feeling you’d never felt before. With a shaky breath, you let your eyes wonder Jeongin's surroundings. You spot his mother, Queen Dowager, standing off to the side, poised and proper as all queens should be.

You try to calm yourself to keep face, but then you spot your advisor, Felix, he looks somber, almost as if he could read your thoughts. He gives you a small nod of encouragement, so you force yourself to collect your thoughts and turn back to your husband-to-be, and put all of your royal training and preparations to utter the next words.

"I, YN LN, humbly accept the honor of becoming your queen. With reverence for the history and the future of our kingdom, I vow to stand by your side in prosperity and adversity. I promise to carry the mantle of royalty with dignity and grace, to support you in your reign, and to cherish our realm and its people. May our union illuminate the shadows and strengthen our bond as we journey through life together, as partners and sovereigns." The shortened version of your vows is all you could muster. Of course this is an arranged marriage, but you thought that he at least cared about you. He was the one that had been writing you letters for so long, you wondered if the same man that stood before you was remotely the same person you imagined at all.

Once you slipped the ring on his finger, the two of you turn back to the priest and get on your knees.

"May the blessings of the divine rest upon this union of hearts and kingdoms. As you, King Jeongin, and you, Queen YN, embark on this journey together, may your love be steadfast and your commitment unwavering. May wisdom guide your decisions, compassion soften your hearts, and unity strengthen your reign. Let peace reign within your palace and prosperity within your lands. May your union be a beacon of hope and inspiration to all. In the presence of all who witness, I pronounce you King and Queen, bound in sacred matrimony. May your days be filled with joy, and may your love endure for all time." As the priest finished his speech, you felt someone take off the flower crown felix had made you and replace it with a weight on the top of your head. A golden crown embellished with rubies and pearls sits on the top of your head, almost the opposite of the silver crown that decorated your mother’s head on the day of your departure.

The guests stand and clapped for their new rulers. Everyone of them bowing as you and Jeongin made your way out of the room. The second you step through the doors, Jeongin leaves your side, walking down the other side of the hallway.

"Hey!" You call out before your mind catches up with you. He halts in his steps and doesn't even bother to turn around to look at you. You're not even sure why you called out to him. It's foolish.

"What's going on? Have I misunderstood this union? Why are you upset?" With that, he turns around, unmoving from his spot.

"I am upset because my life was dictated for me before I could speak. This union is for convenience. Do not think of it as more than that." With those words he continues to walk down the hallway, indifferent, leaving you confused and distraught.

He leaves you with your thoughts, he was a man that you didn't know. Your husband, a man that had a whole life before you, and apparently wasn't willing to share his story. You begin to wonder if those letters you received were written by him in the first place.

When the time for the consummation ceremony came, you were scared and nervous. Being a virgin and unaware made you feel small among all of the things that were belittling you on the same day. You did not feel like a queen. You felt as if the world was shaking beneath you. Too fast and too big, the world is unforgiving, and you are coming to learn that very quick.

The night, began before you could collect your thoughts. After being led back in to your room, you were rushed into taking off your dress for a much simpler attire, just covered by a robe, delicate and embroidered, you were lead to a room that had sheer curtains surrounding it. You knew that there were numerous people surrounding you. A priest, the court, and the royal family were all observing you, alone.

Your nerves were off the roof. You felt uncomfortable, anxious and scared. How could you feel okay, surrounded by strangers observing you? As you let your your skin rise and your body tense up, you heard a sound, a distant door.

Before long, Jeongin came through the door of the open bedroom. You backed away from where you were standing out of caution.

He held his hands out and kept his face serene. "I am sorry about earlier, but this is our duty as rulers." He said as he approached you. You knew better. He meant well, so you allowed his approaches to continue, unmoving.

As he sat face-to-face with you, you began to really see him. Not in a painting, or in a story. You saw the human being you were intended to marry before you were born.

His sharp features seemed much softer up close. His eyes were soft, admiring, and glowing. When he put his hands around your waist, he was careful, almost as if he could break you.

"You are my queen. Only me and you matter at this moment." He said as he softly held your face with his left hand so you couldn't look at the crowd, forcing you to only focus on him.

With his right hand, he pushed the silk of your robe back, holding your waist. He guided your face towards his own, staring into your eyes. This is the Jeongin you always imagined, and he was finally there for you.

He noticed your hesitation and fear by your shaky form. He pulled your body towards him. His warmth felt strange as you had never been close to someone before then. His sharp gaze softened. His cheshire smile became soft and tame. He felt safe, and even though the safety was only fleeting, you held on to it at the moment.

"It's okay." He whispered as the both of you were inches apart.

You took the initiative and moved forward, grazing his lips. He made the final move and locked his lips with yours. The kiss was soft, as if he was aware to be gentle with you. His touches were gentle and careful. He made you feel safe.

He backed you up to the bed, and hovered over you. His hand reached the strap of your nightgown before he paused, "May I?" You managed to nod despite being flustered. He lowered the gown and once you were exposed, he took you in.

He appreciated every part of you and kissed everywhere he could. He made the consummation feel easy. Although you were uncomfortable at first, Jeongin pulled every stop to make sure you were always comfortable and under pleasure.

The experience made you confused.

After being so gentle with you, he had to care for you. Right?

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A/N: This was supposed the be larger but I will break it into parts instead. Thank you for reading! I will make a taglist if enough people care lol

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bad idea | lee chan

☆ pairing: lee chan x gn!reader

☆ synopsis: seeing your ex behind your friends back, it's a bad idea, right?

☆ genre: one-shot smau, angst

☆ warnings: implied 18+ content, swearing

based on bad idea, right by olivia rodrigo because i just love the guts album

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[Teaser] (now available)

Genre: Unrequited Love, Noona-Dongsaeng relationship, Office scenario, Light Angst.

Type: One-shot, Short fanfiction.

Pairing: Yang Jeongin/Reader

Available on: Ao3

User Id: thenightsoftingles

Word count: 2, 765.

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"So to counter attack the bug, they did this complex coding known as–Hey! How rude it is to walk away when Hyung is talking— Innie!"

Jeongin ignores Jisung's blabber, but it shakes you out of your miserable looking blankness.

You turn to look at Jeongin's approaching figure, and his mind traces each way your gaze shifts to his body at length, from shoulder to shoulder, to his face, to his blowing hair, to his peaking chest.

"Noona." 

You still seem to be unaware of his attention towards you, because when your gaze flicks from his lips to his eyes, Jeongin notices the sharp intake of air that you took.

He notices, and he shakes in his body to not react to such confusing signs. How foolish you can be to jump your Noona, Jeongin, his mind scolds him.

He turns and simply sit beside you, cherishing what little touch of warmth he can cease from your closeness.

It took him months to sit beside you, for you to be so comfortable with him. It took him months to have just a fragment of his skin to overlap yours (although he pertains to confess falsely that he hates skin ship). It took him months, at stretch, to feel the sea breeze lightly touching your burning cheeks (was Jeongin the reason, he wonders through his sobriety),  to feel it vanish past your pale skin, and Jeongin appears not to be affected of the blowing wind, and especially, not jealous. None at all.

Yet, he caves in. Digging in. Pawing and seeking an opening— any entrance to bloom within your heart. To peak beneath, to feel comforted that you like him back, just as badly as loves you.

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Turn to me,

just this once.

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