#SKZ Angst with a happy ending

[woncon]

➳ like a rainbow

➶ stray kids ot8 x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ sometimes it just hurts and you need to cry it out. but don't worry, your boyfriends are here to help you through it.

➴ genre: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end

: ̗̀➛ warnings: crying, emotional pain

⌨ :: 1.2K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ i had a sobbing afternoon the other day. i wrote this as a therapy session, and now I'm dedicating this to all the dear Stays who need it! <3

⁀➷ thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely °♡̷•.

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You retire to the bedroom. You don't even bother to close the door. You just throw yourself on the bed, and the tears are already flowing. You curl up in a ball and let your heartache take its course.

Today seems to be one of those days.

A day for crying.

You're too weak to get up. You're too tired to think. You’re just hurting and you let it hurt. Maybe if you use up all your tears, it'll be easier.

Maybe.

You embrace your body. Your shoulder shakes. Your whole being gives way to desperate cries. You close your eyes because you see nothing but your own tears, endless. Your heart is pounding loud, crumpled in its cave.

You don't even hear when someone enters the room.

Chan calls you by name, softly and quietly, but as soon as he realizes you aren't sleeping, but instead hiccupping from sobs, he is not subtle, he repeats your name in terror and comes to your side.

"What happened? Who hurt you?" He grabs your face. "My baby? Baby, talk to me. What hurts?"

You cuddle up to him, bury your head in his chest and shake it. You can't talk about this now. You have no words now, only tears, but you cling to Chan's body to let him know that even if you can't articulate it, you need him here. So you don't dig your fingers into the fabric of your sweater, but hold Chan close to you.

Meanwhile Chan is stroking your back, rocking you slowly, trying to soothe you with his kind words, you are still crying bitterly, your own chest unable to suppress the grief that is welling up inside you.

Soon Felix sticks his head into the room. His incomprehension quickly gives way to worry. His eyes widen, his mouth clenches helplessly, and every bitter sound you make creates another crack in his heart. He wants to climb on the bed, cuddle up to you, touch you reassuringly, hoping that his touch, his presence, will go some way to soothe your suffering.

But before he can do that, Chan whispers something to him. Felix doesn't understand at first. He shakes his head.

"Blanket. Hot chocolate. Music. Netflix. Dori," repeats Chan.

Felix nods vigorously, and heads out of the room to hand out tasks to the others. Everyone is committed when they find out how bad of an emotional state you are in. They are eager to do something to cheer you up, if only a little.

Seungmin looks for your favorite blanket. Felix makes the hot chocolate while Hyunjin roasts marshmallows. Jisung and Jeongin take care of the music, one brings the speakers from Chan's studio, the other your favorite playlist. Changbin's forearm disappears into the sofa as he searches for the remote control. Minho lures Dori into his lap to bring him to you.

When their duties are done, they all go to the bedroom and shower you with their kindness. You crawl out the cover of Chan's chest and sit up. You are so struck by all these hopeful faces and loving little things that for a moment you completely forget the pain you have felt, and the mere purpose of your existence is the vibrant gratitude you feel for them. A visceral gratitude for their kindness and love.

"See, little one?" Chan says with a half smile as your boyfriends flood the bed. "You are not alone. You are never alone. If you need it, you can cry on everyone's shoulder because we're here to take care of you."

Chan pulls out a tissue from his trousers and hands it over. You blow your nose. Seungmin spreads the blanket on your legs. Jisung turns on the speaker, then puts it on the nightstand. Jeongin starts the music, and the bedroom fills with rippling melodies instead of your inconsolable crying noises.

"Here." You get the hot chocolate in your hand from Felix. 

As you sip the sweet drink and eat the marshmallows, you feel warm inside. Your tears slowly dry up. 

You feel safe in the ring of your boyfriends on your huge bed as they quietly watch and listen to your wishes and reactions. They do their best to make you feel better, and their efforts alone make you feel better. By being here, being with you, and wanting to help, you know that no matter how much it hurts, they will try so hard to make you not suffer. They will listen or silently embrace you, whatever you need, they will want to give it to you, but they won't let you wallow alone, helpless.

Felix clears the empty mug up with a broad smile. As soon as your hand is empty, Minho immediately puts Dori in your lap. The cat instantly curls up on your blanket-clad thigh, settling into regal comfort.

At times, Dori specifically likes to be around those who aren't exactly in a good mood. He makes it almost a mission to cheer them up. Even now, as you run your fingers through his fur and he purrs contentedly, it's enough to bring a small smile to your tear-streaked face.

"You're like a rainbow now," whispers Hyunjin. You look at him. His eyes are bright with wonder, lips slightly parted. "Your tears fall, but your smile shines. Your face is a rainbow."

Embarrassed, you wipe away the remaining tears with the sleeve of your sweater before they dry completely on your face.

"Thank you," you say. "For taking care of me."

"Of course, beauty. We love you," replies Changbin, handing over the remote. You hold it with the hand you're not using to stroke Dori's soft fur. "We love you so much, you can choose the movie. If you want."

"But we can do other things if you feel like it," Felix adds, caressing your hand. "Anything that makes you happy."

"It's nice like this. Can we stay a little longer here?"

Everyone nods.

You scratch the base of Dori's ear.

"Thank you, really," you whisper emotionally.

"No need to thank us." Much to your surprise, Minho is lying down on your other side, resting his head on your shoulder and sliding up. You put the remote next to Dori and stroke Minho's hair with your free hand, and it seems as if he purrs too. You enjoy that this time you don't have to fight with his tsundere self to get him to cuddle up to you. 

Then your hand is snatched out by Hyunjin, who settles down behind Minho. He plays with it, drawing little hearts on your palm.

“Grandpa, space please!" Seungmin pushes Chan aside so that he can lie at your side. Chan snorts, Minho giggles and you smile.

"My seat's taken," Jisung snorts sadly, nudging Dori, who's sprawled on your stomach.

"You have other seats, Sung," Seungmin mutters, who no longer has such a problem because he's found his place next to you.

“Right!" Jisung gets excited. In the next moment, he leaps at Minho, who moans angrily for a second, but lets Jisung sprawl out and nestle on top of him.

Chan, Jeongin, Changbin and Felix form the other pile. 

You wish you had eight arms like an octopus to touch them all and pull them to you. And then Jeongin smiles sweetly at you, Changbin looks at you lovingly, and you understand that you don't need eight arms, because they are all in your heart, as you are in theirs, be at arm's length, cities or continents apart.

[spiceofvy]

can you do fights with skz?

Fights with SKZ

cw: gender neutral reader, sfw, angst with (mostly) happy endings, lots of tears and anger, bad communication (minho, hyunjin, seungmin), anxiety (changbin, hyunjin, jisung), minho and hyunjin are kinda toxic in this one but they are not doing it on purpose, implied anger issues (chan), minho's is kinda open ended, one olivia rodrigo quote, most of them are more comfort than hurt though, very flowery language here and there

For Chan fighting is always a war against himself, against the anger that used to embrace him like a lover but now only clings to him like the cologne of an unwanted ex. Coming back to him again and again, clawing at his skin, scratching him up from the inside. He hates the anger that used to define him and still sometimes overcomes him. He hates the person he becomes when his anger wins against his brain. So he goes to war against himself, swallowing it down, ridding his mind of every trace of it. He takes your hand, holds it so tight, reminding himself of who is standing in front of him, what this is really about. Your relationship, and so instead of getting angry he talks it out, slowly, with many breaks in between sentences. Getting energy to keep going from the way you squeeze his hand whenever it gets hard for him. But it gets better. After a fight he needs a hug, or a whole night of them. Grounding him first before pulling him back up for air. He longs for a hand in his hair, soothing the ocean of emotions inside him. He wants to break the cycle of anger that haunts him since his childhood, but he needs time to do so, and someone that loves him, so he is not scared of falling. Please, tell him that you are proud of how he handles his anger, he is so scared of losing you because of it.

Minho fights like a cat. And I don't mean that as a joke. Cats know to aim for the eyes, the ears, the neck. Pushing their enemies on to their backs so that they can freely hit the soft stomach. Cats hiss and yowl when fighting, clawing deeper and deeper into the fur of their enemy, until they taste blood and their enemy goes limp. And Minho is like this too. Not physical, he would never touch you in anger, but still his tongue is as sharp as claws and his words hold onto you like a cat's teeth would. It's not pretty, it's not nice. It's terrible. Fights with MInho are loud, and mean. He doesn't want to be mean. He is not a mean person. But when he is so deep in his emotions, the only way he knows to protect himself, is by fighting. The best thing you can do is to leave. Go away. Let him burn off his anger, until he realizes that his words hit you where it hurts the most. When you return, he will be the one on his back, showing his soft side to you. Hurting himself with every word that he used against you. Breaking apart at the thought of causing you pain. Of pushing you away for good. The fear that you may leave him for good clouding his mind. You can talk through this, you two are stronger than this. He can be better than this. If only you stay with him.

When Changbing fights, he is ridden with fear. What if this is the fight to end it all? What if this time you finally decide that you are finished with him? Why wouldn't you leave him, when he is always so busy, always leaving you alone. Fights with Changbin always turn into something deeper. No matter what the fight was about originally, the fear that this will be the end of you two eats him alive. In his brain he is so easy to be left, it's so hard to love him, so why should you keep doing it? Why would you keep trying? This leads to him trying to end fights quickly and quietly. Sitting down, next to each other, his hand holding yours. Playing with your fingers, even if you are still angry. He speaks softly, kindly. Communicating his feelings in a fair and open way. His skin is warm on yours. Eyes kind when you in turn explain how you feel. He won't interrupt you once. Wiping your tears away, you int tun wiping his cupping his face. When slowly the anger turns to conversations, healthy conversations, unfolding deeply rooted fears, loneliness, growing stronger right next to each other. At one point he can help but smile, being so proud of how strong you become, how he can watch you grow. You end up cuddled up, hands still holding onto each other. Stronger than before. And Changbins fear being forgotten, and should it rear its ugly head again, it is much smaller than before.

Hyunjin always needed to protect himself. The world was never kind to him. Every nice act towards him was followed by darker thoughts. He knows what people think of him, what they call him behind his back. That they only want his pretty face and his emotions don't matter. Or if they do, they are what makes him imperfect, unlovable. Noone cares about a soft artistic soul, if they can't profit off of it. Can't profit off of him. Who is he if not exploited? Nothing. No one. He knows that so he turns his back to you. Closes the door to the atelier behind him. Turning up the music, painting in blues and in grays. Dark smudges on canvas. He likes to believe that that's how he protects his own heart. But deep down this is also how he protects yours from him. His words are sometimes too sharp, his eyes too cold, a quirk of an eyebrow tells stories. And it hurts you. The roll of his eyes, that he didn't even notice could break your heart. Maybe he is the ice prince. Maybe he is too cold to touch. Maybe everyone around him gets frost burned. But please not you. You are his warmth, please don't leave him, just because he had to get cold to protect his softness. Icy white mixes on his canvas, and he feels himself shiver in his atelier. Already regretting that he left you alone. But it's better to be alone than freezing in his cold. The more surprised he is when warmth enters his atmosphere. Hugging him from behind. Melting his ice. You should talk about it. Stop him from leaving the people he loves. But not now. The ice is melting under your skin. Later you can talk, now he just needs to be reminded that being soft together can make someone strong.

Jisung physically can't fight you. He can't. It makes him sick, literally. I'm not talking about little disagreements or just the two of you having different opinions on something. But actual emotional, angry fights. Standing in the living room, hands gesturing, word louder than usual. No. He can't handle it. Jisung is too emotional to have you look at him angry. Because every time he sees your face he just sees how you usually smile at him, how pretty you look when focusing on something, your calm expression when you are asleep. He can't be angry at you, and in turn expects for you to handle your anger too, to talk it out with him instead. If its a less serious fight, he handles it pretty well, he holds up against your emotions easily and lets you blow off steam if needed, before you talk it out. He holds your hand, kisses it every now and then while you loosen the knot of emotions that caused this fight. But if the fight is serious, like endangering your relationship serious, his calmness is gone. And seeing you angry at him almost puts him into a panic mode. He is constantly scared of you just walking out on him, and honestly, just you looking at the door for too long could cause a breakdown. In those moments it's your turn to swallow all this anger and help him unfold the anxiety in his stomach. In these situations there is no taking a step outside to calm down, because once you leave the room, he is sure you will never come back. Relationships are teamwork, and with Jisung, especially. During fights, it's the most obvious. But once the fight is over, it's all forgotten and forgiven. Life can move on, and he can't wait to see you smile again.

Emotions are always a lot for Felix, they overcome him so easily, take him up. Felix feels with his whole body, with every cell. And he loves that about himself, he loves how much he trusts his gut and his emotional reactions to things. It's what makes his world even more beautiful in his eyes. But with him being so acutely aware of his emotions, he also knows to not let the win in complicated situations like the two of you fighting. On the contrary, he tries to bite them back. Instead clearing his mind and opening himself for conversations. Except for tears. Tears that come so easily and unstoppable to him, his most renowned jewelry. He doesn't use them to pressure you, but emotions, if strong enough, always come with tears for him. Happiness, sadness, anger. All those emotions come out in tears, even if he tries to keep his mind calm. But he doesn't mind, he ignores them. He sits down with you, and some tissues, to talk. Not caring about the streaks on his face and instead talking it all out. Because he knows how important it is to talk now, especially in situations of strong emotions. And when it's all talked out, he lets himself cry freely, now happy that he got it all out of his system, and more often than not you join, mostly in relief. The rest of the evening is very calm. He needs to constantly touch you, cuddling close, sleeping extra close next to you now. He would crawl under your skin and would still not be close enough.The next day is skincare day, with the two of you healing your skin, letting it recover from the salt of the shared tears. And tending to any emotional scars with sweets and laughter.

In fights Seungmin explodes in the first minute, and everything after is silence after the storm. He doesn't do it on purpose, he would love to approach fights like Felix or Changbin do, to immediately get a hold of all the strong emotions and just talk things out immediately. Do not let things get this bad between the two of you. But he can't. He will learn to, I promise. But for now his heart is a bomb and the fuse is lit when he sees the anger in your eyes. He isn't mean but he is loud and a fast talker, not letting you get any word in. And he has many build up emotions to spill out from his lips. He is not the best at addressing things that frustrate him as soon as they happen, but instead carries them with him like a cement block hanging off his feet. But when he is finally free of them he stares at the battlefield he just created and his mind is calm. He feels sorry, and regrets what he did. Apologizes for his outburst, asks if you can try to talk it out. He totally gets it if you now need your turn to let your emotions out, he lets you, stands still, listens as you let it all out to. Just to fall into your arms as soon as the both of you are finished. Maybe you don't fix stuff immediately, but this hug patches up the worst wounds for now.

When Jeongin ends up fighting, he needs a break. Not from your relationship, not at all. But of the conversation. He likes to leave the room, to go on a walk, to take a breath, maybe to even scream into nothingness for a second. Everything that keeps him away from you at the height of his emotions. So he can feel everything out without hurting you. He knows how words can sting, how they can bite and hurt. And so he keeps them to himself, lets himself breathe. Let you breathe, think through what just happened. He will return to you, he always will. And then he is ready to talk. First he needs a hug and then you talk. In low almost whispered voices. Kind words, calm words. Hugs, and gentle touches. He likes to talk it all out. Get to the root of the issue, not just the cause of the fight but also everything that came before that. Things of the past, your shared past and the past you had before each other. Then follows silence, a soft gentle silence only broken when at one point you feel ready to smile at each other. Holding hands and joking. The rest of the evening is really slow and quiet  and from that point on, happy again. And in the morning you both wake up with a smile. Ready to face the world together.

[sunnyrisee]

The Moment I Knew — Lee Know

pairing : idol! lee know x fem! reader

genre : friends to lovers, angst with happy ending, fluff.

summary : in which you fall in love with your best friend, only to be shattered by rumors of him dating someone else. so you try to distance yourself to move on. but letting go proves harder than you ever imagined.

word count : 4,159

author's note : this took three days, whether this is good or not. i hope you like this series. sorry if there are any mistakes.

taglist : @minhosbitterriver

To the world, he's an idol.

But to you, he's much more. He's your best friend, someone who knows you deeply and stands by you. He became an idol while you were still in college.

Actually, you love him.

As his fame grew through the years, you continued your studies, focusing on your master's degree to become a vet. It's sweet how he tells you that if his cats ever get sick, he can come to you for help and doesn't need to find another vet.

You love the idea, so you promise him that.

When Minho invited you to the dorm to watch movies, hang out, or chat, you were always greeted by the sound of yelling, people running around, or occasionally the smell of burnt food. You laughed it off, knowing they were like a family. Despite the chaos, Chan kept apologizing to you profusely. While Chan kept bowing and apologizing to you, you watched Minho—well, yeah, he was busy stuffing tissues into Hyunjin's mouth.

Your eyes widened, and you excused yourself from Chan. He followed your gaze and soon facepalmed.

"Minho! Stop that, idiot. You're hurting him!" You scolded, grabbing his arm to make him stop. He gave you a disgusted look, as if to say, "Why are you on Hyunjin's side, not mine?"

"Well, tell him to shut up! He hurt my eardrums!" Minho retorted, yanking his arm away from your grip. Hyunjin, finally free, gasped for air and glared at Minho.

"God, Y/n. How could you stand him?" Hyunjin asked, throwing an arm over his eyes as if exhausted by the ordeal. You laughed softly, glancing at Minho who was still grumbling.

"It wasn't always easy, but I guess I'd gotten used to his antics. Besides, someone had to keep an eye on him."

Minho shot you a mock glare. "Oh, so now you're against me too?"

"Of course not." You replied with a grin. "But sometimes you did make it hard. Maybe I just had a soft spot for difficult people." Minho rolled his eyes at your statement and went back to setting up the movie.

Minho wasn't much of a talker; he preferred to listen more. There were times he did speak, but not often. Still, you were grateful that he wanted to share his days with you. On the other hand, you loved talking, especially with him, and joking around was always fun. However, he hated it when you teamed up with Kim Seungmin.

He remembered a time when you were playing a game with Seungmin. Minho messaged you, urgently asking where you were because he needed your help to find Dori's toy. Seungmin took your phone and replied with a dog meme flipping the middle finger. He hated how powerful you'd become with Seungmin.

You eventually made friends with all of them, and most of them were a lot of fun to hang out with.

One thing they didn't know was your feelings for him. Yes, some of them might have asked about it, but Minho brushed it off, reassuring them that you both were just best friends. It hurt, and you could feel your heart breaking every time Minho downplayed it, making you question if your feelings were even noticed. You didn't know when the feelings started—maybe it was because you often spent time together, or perhaps it was the way you were enchanted whenever you were with him.

As time went on, you continued with your own life, focusing on your studies. Yet, whenever you lost in thought, Minho always seemed to come to mind.

After a long day at college, you finally got back to your apartment, exhausted and ready to rest. Just as you were about to settle in, you heard a notification from your phone. You checked it and saw a message from Minho saying he would be coming over because Felix and Seungmin had somehow managed to burn the kitchen.

Your face lit up, a smile curving on your lips. Even though you had to admit you were really tired and your back ached, you couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of Minho coming over.

"Thank you for letting me come here. It was crazy there—Chan was now scolding them both." Minho said as he arrived. He looked around your apartment, taking in the calm atmosphere compared to the chaos he had just left.

"I owed you one for this. If you needed anything, just let me know."

You laughed softly, despite your exhaustion. "No need to thank me. Just make yourself comfortable."

He sat on your couch, trying to calm his mind, while you sat on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. As you listened, he started to ramble about how the new comeback was wearing him out.

"I swear, this comeback has completely worn me out. With the upcoming tour, I'm just so exhausted." Minho said, running a hand through his hair. You listened quietly, offering a comforting presence.

"I could only imagine how tough that must be. But you were doing an amazing job. It's okay to take a break and just breathe for a bit..." You replied, stifling a yawn as you started to feel sleepy.

"You've never seen me in the practice room. You need to know how tiring it is! Jisung keeps falling, or Chan forgets to mirror the dance." He continued, shaking his head.

You kept listening to his ramble, it made your heart flutter when he opened up to you. Today was just different—you were more tired than ever. You wanted to hear more and value these moments, but you shifted slightly, and your head eventually rested against the edge of the couch.

Minho continued talking until he heard your little snores, realizing you had fallen asleep. He glanced down and was surprised to see you resting against the edge of the couch, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

Not wanting to disturb you, he carefully moved to sit on the floor beside you, letting you rest comfortably.

"I didn't realize how exhausted you were. Make sure you get some rest. I'll stay here for a while."

You knew you loved him more, and it was becoming clearer each day. Every time you were with him, you could feel butterflies in your stomach and a warm flush across your cheeks. Even if you didn't really hang around the building or accompany him during practice, the time you spent together was enough to make your feelings grow stronger.

You loved him, and you couldn't even describe your own feelings. You could talk about him all day, about the little things he did that made your heart race, the way he smiled, or how he always knew what to say to make you feel better. But no matter how deeply you loved him, a nagging doubt always lingered at the back of your mind.

Did he see you as more than just a friend? Or were you forever destined to be just his best friend, standing on the sidelines of his heart?

It was night time when Minho invited you to tag along with the group at the carnival. You didn't really want to get on the rides, so you chose to just watch them. As time went on, you all walked around, talking and laughing, but you found yourself lagging behind Minho, falling behind the others.

You glanced at his back, wanting to cherish moments like these just with him. Your mind trailed off, and you couldn't help but think that one day, he'd find someone who truly matched him. There were so many beautiful idols out there, and you began to realize.

Maybe you just weren't meant for him.

A deep sadness settled in your chest as you trailed behind, feeling the distance grow between your heart and reality. You watched him from afar, caught between the joy of being near him and the painful acknowledgment that your feelings might never be returned. The carnival lights seemed to mock your longing, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been but likely never would.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. You didn't want to ruin this moment—he looked so happy, enjoying himself with the group.

Why couldn't you be strong for once? Why couldn't you just move on from him?

The self-doubt and heartache overwhelmed you, making you wish you could just disappear at this point.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Minho asked softly, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he tried to get your attention. As you looked up at him, you saw the concern etched on his face. You didn't want to make him worry.

"I'm fine, Minho. I was thinking how can cats eat leaves." You assured him, adding a joke to deflect his concern. You hoped it would be enough to brush off his worry.

Minho raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Cats eating leaves? You're such a weirdo, Y/n." You laughed softly, relieved as his playful comment eased the tension.

Throughout the night, the ache in your heart never quite went away. No matter how hard you tried to push your feelings aside, it felt like everything around you kept reminding you of them, making it hard to enjoy the evening.

Lee Know from Stray Kids Rumored to Be Dating a Member of a Girl Group.

As you read the headlines, and a knot tightened in your stomach. A flood of questions overwhelmed you, each one gnawing at you and making it harder to breathe.

You knew this day might come, but you didn't expect it to hurt so much. It was as if your heart was being shattered into a million pieces, each one cutting deeper than the last.

You stared at the screen, the words blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to hold them back, but it was useless. Each tear that fell felt like another piece of your heart breaking away. You should've known better. But why couldn't you just leave him be? Why couldn't you just let go?

You let yourself cry the whole day, dying to ask him if the rumors were true or not. Yet, you didn't dare touch your phone to message him. You were afraid, you were scared. The fear of hearing confirmation, of shattering your last glimmer of hope, kept you paralyzed. Every sob seemed to wrack your entire being, leaving you feeling more fragile and broken with each passing moment.

You clutched your pillow, drenched with your tears. You never imagined that loving him could be this painful. Everything felt unbearably heavy, and it seemed like pure torture. It was as if your world was collapsing, each breath more difficult to take under the weight of your unspoken love.

Luckily, you didn't have class today, so you could cry as much as you wanted. If there had been class, you were sure you wouldn't have been able to focus.

What made it worse was that you didn't have any friends other than Minho and the other Stray Kids members. You hated yourself for not branching out more, and now you had to face the painful reality of moving on from your only close friend.

You kept your word, making an effort to avoid him as much as possible. Your days felt lonelier, and your apartment seemed colder, each corner a reminder of the emptiness you felt.

You hated having to be this way with your own friend. After two weeks, you responded only with short replies or didn't answer his messages at all. His calls went straight to voicemail.

When you arrived back at your apartment, you looked around and realized just how much you missed him. The reality of it hit hard—you were nothing like him, and you felt utterly miserable without him.

"Hyung, I haven't seen Y/n in a while. I tried to message her but she said she's been busy lately." Han said as he took a seat next to Minho in the studio. He then began to type something on his laptop.

Minho's eyes widened in surprise. "You know about Y/n? I've been trying to reach her for weeks, but she's been completely unresponsive."

Han glanced up from his laptop, noticing Minho's distress. "I didn't know something was going on. I thought she was just busy with school or something. Is everything okay?"

Minho sighed heavily, unsure of what to say. He had never truly asked about you. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered.

"I don't know... She's not her usual self these days..." Minho admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He was confused about what to do, feeling lost without knowing what was going on. Normally, you always knew exactly what to do or say in moments like this, but now, without you, he felt completely lost and unsure of how to fix things.

"You know? Y/n is my voice when w-words fail me, she's the person who listens patiently to all my thoughts, and she's the person I depend on when I need someone to be there..."

Seeing his hyung, who almost never talks about his feelings, open up like this was like watching someone who'd been silent their whole life suddenly find their voice. Han could sense just how much you meant to him. It was as if you were the missing piece of Minho's life, the one person who made everything make sense.

God, he wished for someone like you to come into his own life.

"Hyung, I'm sorry to ask this, but do you have feelings for her?" Han's question left Minho stunned.

"What kind of question is that? She's my best friend!" Minho snapped, his words coming out sharper than he intended. There was no way he could have feelings for his own friend, right?

Han looked down at his laptop, trying to gather his thoughts. He had no intention of breaking into his hyung's boundaries, but since he knew you too, he was sure one of you was in love. That thought was embedded in his mind, an unspoken truth he couldn't ignore. He didn't say much, but he noticed the subtle glances and fleeting smiles, the silent language of affection that spoke louder than words.

Minho didn't know what was going through his mind. His instincts urged him to see you, as if something inside was telling him he needed to. He sent you a message saying he would pick you up today.

As he waited for you to finish class, the minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly. When you finally received his message, you were taken aback.

You spotted him waiting for you, his face obscured by a mask and glasses, and a hat pulled low over his eyes. His attempt at disguise almost made him unrecognizable.

"Hey, dummy."

"Hey, why did you waste your time picking me up?" You asked, your tone coming off colder than you intended. You knew clearly he was supposed to have practice today.

"I have some free time, so why not? Plus, you've been acting strange lately, I was starting to think you'd vanished into thin air." Minho replied with a hint of a smile behind his mask. His eyes stayed fixed on you as you walked ahead, a look of concern and curiosity on his face that felt more intense than usual.

As you both walked side by side, the silence between you felt heavier than usual. You could feel Minho's gaze occasionally drifting towards you.

"Are you okay?" Minho finally broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. You hesitated, struggling to keep your composure. 

"It's nothing, really."

He stopped walking and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face him. "Y/n, you don't have to shut me out. If something's wrong, I want to help. You're my friend, and I care about you." 

Hearing him worry about you made your heart ache. You took a deep breath, struggling to hold back your emotions.

"It's just… There are things I can’t talk about. Not right now..." Minho's eyes softened with understanding.

You stood in silence, your emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. You wanted to voice everything you'd been holding back for so long, but the words felt trapped, unable to escape.

The awkward silence was broken by a soft, pitiful meow. You and Minho turned simultaneously, searching for the source of the sound. Minho's expression softened as he carefully approached, revealing a small, trembling kitten cradled in his hands.

Your heart melted at the sight. Without a word, you reached out and carefully took the kitten from Minho, your vet student instincts immediately taking over. As you examined the kitten with utmost care, you spoke gently to it, trying to calm its trembling. You reached into your bag and pulled out some supplies, preparing to tend to its needs.

Minho watched you closely, mesmerized by your gentle touch and genuine care. He was at a loss for what was stirring inside him, but as he watched you tenderly care for the kitten, you looked more beautiful than ever. His heart raced uncontrollably, and a warm flush spread across his cheeks.

As you finished tending to the kitten, you glanced up and caught Minho's eyes on you. He immediately averted his gaze, clearly flustered.

"See? You're okay now, little one..." You said, gently setting the kitten down. It looked a bit more refreshed now. You then brought out some food, carefully placing it near the tiny creature.

The warmth in your actions contrasted sharply with the coldness you'd shown him recently. The more he stared at you, the more his heart began to race, each beat louder than the last. He noticed the same habit you both shared, carrying cat food wherever you went. How could he have forgotten about that?

It was just like the day you met him.

You were helping a cat that had fallen into a sewer when Minho found you. He thought you were weird, which is why he called you an idiot. Despite that, he helped you rescue the cat. That shared moment had been the start of your friendship, and now, seeing you like this, he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart.

Maybe, Han was right.

"It's like the first time we've met..." He mumbled softly, just loud enough for you to hear.

"Yeah... It does." You replied, a small smile forming on your lips. The memory of that day flooded back, bringing with it a bittersweet feeling.

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of your emotions. With a trembling sigh, you looked up at him, your heart heavy with the realization of the truth you'd been trying to avoid.

"Minho." You started, your voice breaking. "I think... I think we shouldn't be friends anymore."

The words fell from your lips like a heavy, painful blow, and you could see Minho's world crumble in his eyes. As you turned to walk away, each step felt like a dagger to the heart. The light of your presence, once so vibrant, began to fade, leaving behind a suffocating coldness. 

Minho felt the warmth of your presence slipping through his fingers, replaced by an overwhelming chill that engulfed his heart.

"Is he okay?" Chan asked, peering through the door, the rest of the members trailing behind him. They all shook their heads, unsure. Chan sighed and approached Minho's side.

"Man. Listen, I don't know what's up, but you can't keep going like this. We've got stuff to do, and you're not doing anyone any favors by shutting us out. Just talk to us, okay?"

Minho took a deep breath, his voice trembling. "It's her... It's true what Han said, I really love her. Ugh, I didn't understand it at first, but now I see it clearly..."

Chan's expression softened as he listened to Minho's confession. "Then why don't you confess your feelings?" He asked gently. "You have a lifetime chance to win her heart, but that chance could slip away if you let your fears or ego get in the way. You need to be honest with her. It's the only way to find out if there's a future for you two."

Just as Chan's words echoed in his mind, a surge of clarity jolted through Minho. It wasn't too late to confess. He knew, deep down, that you were the only one he truly wanted. The thought of losing you forever was unbearable.

"Also, have you heard the dating rumors about you? That's probably what hurt her. If I'm right, those rumors have been spreading for at least a month—"

"Are you kidding me? A month?!" Minho's voice was a mix of anger and disbelief.

The realization hit him hard. The pain you must have felt—he now felt it deeply in his own heart. It was as if his chest was tightening, making it difficult to breathe. The weight of the rumors and the distance between you both crushed him.

Without thinking, Minho bolted from the room, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. Never in his life had he felt such fear of loss. The moment you walked away had already broken him, but the idea of losing you forever felt like it would destroy him completely.

When he arrived at your apartment, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. Doubt and worry gripped him.

Why would you leave the door open or unlocked at night?

He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding as he pushed the door open slowly.

"Y/n?"

When you didn't respond, he stepped inside more fully, the fear gripping him tightening around his chest. His eyes scanned the room frantically before landing on you.

Minho's heart ached at the sight: you were slumped over your desk, surrounded by scattered books and papers. Your exhaustion was palpable; dark circles shadowed your eyes, and your usually vibrant face looked pale and drawn.

Minho gently touched your shoulder, causing you to stir awake. When you fully came to, you were startled to find Minho's face so close to yours.

"Minho? What are you doing—"

Minho cut you off tenderly, his fingers brushing against your cheek with a warmth that felt both comforting and electrifying. You could see his eyes welling up with tears, his voice catching in his throat. The sight of him so broken and vulnerable was almost too much to bear.

"Y/n..." Minho's voice trembled, breaking through the heavy silence.

"I never imagined I'd find someone who could touch my heart like this. But the moment I knew I loved you was when I r-realized how empty my life would be without you. You're everything I've ever wanted and more..."

As Minho's heartfelt confession filled the room, you listened intently, your once-dull eyes beginning to sparkle with emotion. The weight of his words resonated deeply within you, and you could feel your own heartbeat quickening with every beat.

"When you left, the chill that settled in my heart made me understand just how much you were the fire that warmed my soul." Hearing these words, you could barely hold back the tears that threatened to spill. The relief you felt was overwhelming, as if the weight of unspoken feelings was finally lifted from your chest.

"Minho... You've no idea how much I needed to hear this. I've felt so lost, but now, hearing you, it feels like everything is falling into place." Minho gently cupped your face, his touch both tender and reassuring.

"My heart feels like it's been set ablaze." Minho pulled you closer.

As his lips met yours, the world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a tender, passionate moment. You gently placed your hands on his neck, fingers lightly brushing through his hair.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, combined with the sweet pressure of his lips, sent a thrill through you, igniting a fire that mirrored the one he had described.

As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, your eyes locked with his. A soft smile blossomed on both your lips, and your noses brushed together in a delicate, shared moment.

"Then let me be the breeze that fans your flames, ensuring our fire burns bright." 

[acidinduceddaydreams]

First Real Love with Skz

Skz x reader who was in a toxic relationship before them

Synopsis: In which you experience love, the real kind, for the first time.

Warnings: major tw for trauma in terms of mental and physical violence done by a significant other. Please don’t read if this triggers you.

a/n : this fic was my baby for a long time. Now it’s yours, please look after it. I pray it brings some comfort to you!🫶🏼

Chan:

He feels honored that you choose him to be apart of your life.

Doesn’t pry too much when you bring up your past. If you want to tell him you will and he’s content with that.

He finds you so incredibly intoxicating. He can’t believe that someone would ever treat you badly. He would fight tooth and nail to make sure you’re always happy.

Literally so in love with your more childlike/ whimsical view of the world now that you two are together. Your personality definitely changed for the better once you met him and realized that being safe should be a prerequisite in a relationship.

Minho:

Doesn’t ask about your past relationship much. Mostly relies on you telling him about it when you feel comfortable enough.

Absolutely at your service!!! If you’re having particularly unpleasant or difficult feelings or are in your own head he’s at your beck and call. Whether that’s cooking for you, feeding you (which you won’t admit you like) or even leaving you alone for a bit.

The babies (his cats) are by your side 24/7 to ground you and get you out of your head because “ they wouldn’t want their mom to be sad.”

Changbin:

Cannot fathom the idea of someone hurting you in any way whatsoever without wanting to beat them up.

Unlike Minho, Changbin will not leave you alone if you’re having a particularly bad day. He thinks you’re so precious so he will never leave your side even in a particularly bad situation.

Binnie gives the best cuddles!!!! I am 100% convinced. Cuddling is a must! It’s like free therapy. (He, himself is free therapy but wbk) his hugs and cuddles make you forget about what’s going on in your head bc binnie’s cuddles make everything better.

Hyunjin:

He’s appalled that someone could treat another human with disrespect and violence let alone you!

He’s your number one fan in everything you do. Celebrates your small wins just as grandly as the big ones. Oh you ate breakfast today. Suddenly your name and “I’m so proud of you” is all he knows how to say.

Paints with you. Yk when you put the canvases parallel to each other and paint something for the other person. Yeah you guys do that all the time as a grounding technique but also just as a way to show love to one another.

Jisung:

He’s so good at reading body language!!!!!! He is absolutely crushed when things like holding your hand or stretching his hand out to touch your cheek make you flinch, not because he’s mad or angry at you but rather at the person who ever dared to treat you this way.

Wdym personal space? Hannie’s never heard of it. He’s so good at getting you out of you head. He knows what triggers you and sometimes know when something will trigger you before you do.

He’s so attentive bc why wouldn’t he be when he has you to look after. This boy loves you so much and he shows it every day.

Felix:

Bakes for you!!!!!! Sometimes you two bake together but he usually does it in advance to you telling him you need a little extra love today.

So in love with you. Tries to show you the beauty that you are because you haven’t felt beautiful till you met him. “Oh baby you look even more gorgeous than you did yesterday, I didn’t even know that was possible.”

You remind him of sunshine and he reminds you of the sun. Clearly neither of you can exist without the other.

Seungmin:

He is super playful and witty naturally but he tones down the more mocking side for your particularly hard days. He loves you in ways that you didn’t know you could be loved.

On regular days though you two share a similar sense of humor. He loves that about you. Never lets it go too far though.

Absolutely a sucker for you. The boys tease him for being soft for you but he doesn’t care. You’re his baby and he doesn’t care who sees that.

Jeongin:

This boy is so whipped for you. He always listens to you even if what you have to say is something he has no idea about. It feels so amazing to have someone listen to you. To truly listen. He makes it look easy even though listening and not interrupting is quite hard.

He’s not a big fan of skinship but your hands are always within his and he loves it. He’s genuinely so feral for it but you don’t need to know that.

He’ll make sure to show you how someone treats someone they love every day. He’s so attentive and that makes going to him whether it’s with a problem or just to talk so easy because you know there’s no judgment from him.

[onekeii]

Can you help me out?

Day 2: Trapped together in a snowstorm | "I thought you knew where you were going?!" Stray Kids: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem!Reader Warnings/Genre: friends to lovers, light angst, bad humour, smut, oral (m!receiving), uni au i guess? Summary: Minho's always there for you when you need a hand. Word Count: 2,628 AN: can’t believe i’ve never written lee know fanfic before lol. also i write in british english but i can’t stand the look of the word “mum” so that is intentionally american.

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“You want me to drive you four hours to your Mom’s house?” Minho groans, his voice muffled through the phone line. “Yep,” you say confidently. If you pretended nothing was wrong with the idea, maybe there wouldn’t be?

“In this weather?” He says. You force yourself to look up. Snow blanketed every available surface - the train station roof, the tops of cars, the bins. The pavement and road before you were clear but slick with muddy snow and grit salt. The cement absorbed each meagre snowflake that fell atop it. You shake a few from your eyelashes and hum, “Mhm.”

He can't mask his sigh, “On Christmas Eve?” 

“I was screwed over by the trains, how was I supposed to know they’d cancel them all just because of some snow? Minho, please! Can you help me out?” You were desperate now. You’d fall to your knees in front of him, in the snow, if he was there in person.

Shuffling around, keys jingling, the chk of a door handle, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Thank you so much!” You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. It turned to steam and lifted itself into the air gracefully, more graceful than your little celebratory jig. Minho hangs up without a word, I should buy him some snacks, at least, you think.

As promised, Minho pulls into the train station within fifteen minutes and you hear the boot unlock with a click. He motions to the back of the car with a lazy hand, making no move to get out the car himself. You grumble to yourself as you dump your heavy suitcase in the back and slam the door a little harder than you should, but when you climb into the passenger seat and greet him, it's with your biggest, toothy smile.

You met him on your first day at university, and the two of you were inseparable ever since. Both of you took the same electives every year, rocked up to every party together, and hung out every day. You’ve called on his help more than you’d care to admit, sometimes just to feel his hand guide yours, or to watch his shirt ride up when he searches the top shelf for you. But he always came. This was your worst grievance by far, though.

“Coffee,” you announce, putting two cups into the holder. “Snacks,” you dangle the bag of crisps and cookies in front of his face before tossing it to the back seat. 

“Not only are you using me as your personal chauffeur, but you want to ruin my skin, too?” he tuts. 

“Just get to the motorway, I’ll guide you from there,” you pull out your phone and open Maps, but Minho has pulled out, the gritty roads adding a tasteful crunch to the low rumble of the car.

Hour one is spent fighting over the music, complaining about your teachers, and complaining even more about your classmates. Hour two, you feel, is socially acceptable for you to reach into the seat behind you and open up the snacks. “This dude texted me just this morning-” you're cut off by Minho.

“Your flatmate’s ex?” He asks. Far into the infinitely straight motorway, he holds the wheel with just one hand, slouched into his chair a little. He does everything so effortlessly, you can't help but linger on it for a minute. With his eyes fixed on the road, all Minho has to do to be fed is hold out his free hand. Last time you pressed a singular Dorito into it, this time it's a whole chocolate chip cookie. He frowns at your choice, but obliges himself anyway.

Nodding at his question, you leave your directions app to read the text verbatim, “He texted me, ‘I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I broke up with her because I like you more.’” You giggle to yourself as you read - you and your housemate enjoyed poking fun at him together this morning, but you look up to see Minho was not laughing at all. Both hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles turning slightly white.

What’s wrong? You wanted to ask, but you just still your laughter and glance out the window. Something turned in your gut, maybe you knew why, but asking him so directly… that risked making it real. “Turn coming up,” Minho’s voice slashes through your thoughts, you scramble to change back to your app. 

Mobile Data is Turned Off Turn on mobile data or use Wi-Fi to access data.

No matter, “It’s the second lane,” you say, certain in your memory. I’ll get my signal back in a moment. 

Hour three: you had guessed two more turnings, but you recognised neither. Your hometown was, apparently, still a little further, so you were looking out for the town before it on the signs that flashed past, to no avail. Did you remember wrong earlier? You look down at your phone but, still, no signal. 

The car was silent from your conversation earlier, but if Minho was still brooding, you were too panicked to notice. Another sign wooshes past, this one informing you of a petrol station a few miles away.

“Can we stop there?” You point it out to Minho.

He nods, “You... you okay?”

Elbow leaning against the car window sill, head in your hands, you shake your head. It was no use lying to him. Only when the car rolled to a stop did you show your face to him. Your vision was blurred with tears that were yet to fall, but you could see him jolt back a little, as if the sight scared him.

“Why are you crying?” He undid his seatbelt and reached forward, using his thumb to wipe one eye clear. A tender move he only reserved for you in dire moments. You run your sleeve across the other eye and mumble, “I think you know why.”

Minho purses his lips together, searching your eyes for a clue, “I really don’t, to be honest.”

“It begins with an ‘L’?” The frustration was a knot in your stomach, balling up tighter and tighter. How was he not getting it? “Like the ‘L’ word?” A poor choice of words on your part, but you were out with it now.

“...Lesbians?” he sits up straight, his eyebrows knitted together. God, you thought, is he trying to be funny, or is he just clueless? 

“Lost. Minho,” you say with snark, your eyes turn away from him for a moment in disbelief, “We’re lost!”

Now he seemed to get it, “I thought you knew where you were going?!” his voice peaks. A little too loud. 

The tears are seeping into your eyes once more. You want to say something - an excuse, an apology - but nothing comes out your stupid mouth. Instead, you watch yourself open the car door, practically rolling out of your seat before throwing the door back against the car. Then you’re walking towards the little petrol shop lighting up the dark sky. Since when had the sun set? What time even was it? You dreaded the answer.

Minho catches up to you in an instant, planting himself in front of you. The light from behind illuminated the outline of him; he was glowing. Glowing, like an angel who came to save you. He always came to save you, and yet you never did him any favours. Avoiding his eyes, you take one step to the side and try to walk around him. He blocks you again, this time with a hand on your shoulder.

“Can you just slow down and talk to me for a second?” Minho asks. “You always storm off when you’re upset and do something stupid.”

“I’m trying to buy a map,” you spit.

He sighs, then he’s winding his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in. You stumble forward, head against his chest and dizzy from his cologne. It’s far from the first time the two of you have hugged; goodbye hugs and ‘friendly’ movie cuddles and hugs when you’re feeling down. But it was strange this time. Minho committed himself to driving four - no, eight - hours through snow for you, you had just extended that time by getting lost, and now he was the one comforting you. You finally wrap your arms around his back.

“Why’d you bother driving out for me?” You say into his shoulder.

“Because you asked.” He pulls away, one corner of his mouth was pulled upwards into a smile. Then he turns on his heel, “Go sit in the car, I’ll get the map.” 

Thanks to that conveniently placed station, and Minho’s suspiciously fast driving, you were waylaid for only an hour. He did slow down, eventually, when you were back on track, for the increased snow covering the windshield and sticking to the road started to scare you a little.

“I hope it clears before you have to drive home,” you chew at your lip, but the snow showed no sign of letting up. When he pulls into your Mom’s driveway, the sky was pitch black. You wouldn’t have noticed it was there save for the snowflakes that fell from it in torrents now. Minho was adamant not to leave his heated car, but you drag him through the front door anyway. “At least stay for a coffee,” you say.

“Goodness,” a familiar voice rings from the kitchen, and your mother soon totters over to the front door, “I was about to ring you my dear- Oh, who’s this?”

“Mom, Minho. Minho, my Mom,” you sputter, realising how woefully unprepared you were for this interaction.

“Hi, Miss,” Minho says awkwardly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“You didn’t mention a boyfriend to me, dear, or did it slip my mind?” she pauses, “No, I would surely remember such a thing-”

Both of you cut her off in unison, “Oh, he’s not-” “Uh, I’m not-” You glare at him and he shrinks back into himself. “My train got cancelled so he drove me here,” you explain, “he was about to leave.”

“If he drove you all this way, then he must stay!” your mother beckons the two of you further into the room with wild hand gestures, “I won’t let him drive home so late, and in this weather too!”

“It’s alright, uh, Miss, I don’t mind,” Minho stumbles. What was he supposed to say? Your mother wasn’t listening. “I’ve plenty of food - too much! And her bed is big enough for the two of you–”

You didn’t hear anything else she had to say after that for she was running back into the kitchen, chatting to no one in particular. Minho turned to you, wide-eyed and lips twisted in an exasperated smile. Snow was still melting into his hair from your brief adventure outside. You reach up and pick one from his hair, watching it sink into your skin, “Sorry, looks like you’re staying here,” you say, the corners of your mouth heaving a smile onto your face.

When your mother finished feeding the both of you and talked Minho to exhaustion, she ushered you upstairs to get some sleep. You looked at the double bed in your room, still in the same place as it was when you first moved to uni. It was like nothing changed, except it had; Minho was in the room with you now. Clambering under the covers, you refuse to look back at him. The bed shifts and bounces a little when he slides under the sheets next to you.

You shared a bed with him many times before, for cheap hotel rooms and unplanned sleepovers, of course it didn’t matter this time. But it did. He’s next to you in your childhood bed, he’s met your mother, and it’s Christmas. You huff and submerge yourself further under the covers, making a point to face away from him. Minho turns off the lamp, rustles around behind you for a moment, then silence falls around you. Silence weaves its way between his steady breaths and your whirling thoughts. 

Hours felt like minutes, staring at nothing behind your closed eyelids. You sigh and roll over, hoping Minho had the sense to sleep the opposite way too. He did not. When your head hits the pillow again and you open your eyes out of curiosity, he was staring back at you.

It’s just dark, you think to yourself and blink away the static. But warm streetlights bleed into your room through cracks in your blinds, and you knew you weren’t dreaming. Why is he so weird? Yet you stare back.

“What?” He finally whispers.

Yes, what? You’re drawing blanks, then you can think of only one thing. You absolutely cannot say that, but your mouth is moving anyway, “I really wanna kiss you.”

“Okay,” he blinks. A few rogue strands of hair, freshly washed of snow, fall delicately across his face. 

You’re stunned. “...Okay?” 

“So?” His lips are parted, inviting you in, deliciously open so that all you need to do to taste him is attack. But you can’t.

This is far from your first rodeo. You’ve always been able to hit on other guys, to pull them closer by their collars, to drag them through your apartment door, to wrap your legs around their waists before you reach the bed. Minho is not other guys. What if you mess it up? Yet another sigh, so far reaching it blows his stray hairs back out of his face, “So, can you help me out?”

Yes. His answer, just like every other time, is yes. But he doesn’t say it; he snakes his arm around your nape, tugs you closer, and that’s all it takes. Your lips are on his, your body is static, your mind is lost from you. You shut your eyes and allow yourself to melt into him. But then your leg is hooked around his waist. His hands travel from your clothed thighs to rest on your ass. Rolling your hips down onto him, hard, he groans into your lips. The vibrations travelling through you only spur you to move faster.

Shirts, pants, underwear, they’re all on the floor in an instant. Five minutes ago, you did not have the faintest idea you’d end up in this position. You're knelt between his legs. Minho’s hard and looking up at you expectantly. His eyes are mocking you, challenging you. So you take him on. Lips closing around his member, you cast your eyes up as you take in as much of him as you can. He’s already tensed his eyelids shut in pleasure. A devious swish of your tongue, another and another, and his head is lolling backwards. 

Minho tangles his fingers through your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock. Obliging, you begin to bob your head up and down, moving faster with each of his grunts, tongue working at him furiously. He tenses, dick throbbing and releasing warmth to your mouth; you ride him through it, his shallow panting a musical backdrop as you watch white cum drip from the corners of your mouth, down his shaft. When you release him, the rest spills onto his toned stomach. A deep inhale, to catch your breath, then you swallow what’s left.

With nothing to focus on now, no high to push him to, you’re suddenly very aware of his eyes on you. With delicate fingers, he traces the outline of your hips to your waist, lingering on your breasts and how your nipples are hard with cold and pleasure.

“Your turn,” he grins, sitting up and pushing you back into the bed before you could even defend yourself, capturing your lips with his once more.

@12daysofchristmas

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[changbeansss]

Summer love

Pairings : Bang Chan x reader

Genre : Angst, hurt/comfort (hopeful ending)

Warnings : mentions of break up but they get back together again

Word count : 2528

A/n : highly inspired by the song 'Summer love' by One Direction

The summer sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the small beach town where you had spent the past three months. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was a comforting background to the heart-wrenching moment unfolding before you.

Chris was standing by the door of the small beach house you had shared, his suitcase packed and ready. His eyes, usually so full of life and mischief, were now clouded with sadness. You were trying so hard not to cry, but the tears were threatening to spill over. This was the best summer of your life, and now it was ending in the worst way possible.

“I can’t believe you’re really leaving,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris looked down, unable to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to go, but I have to. We knew this day would come.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep the sobs at bay. “I know. Just… don’t promise that you’ll call. Just promise you won’t forget we had it all.”

He finally looked up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I promise. I’ll never forget. You were mine, for the summer.”

You both stood there for a moment, the weight of the goodbye pressing down on you. It felt like snow in September, an unseasonable cold that chilled you to the bone. But you knew you would always remember this summer, and the love you shared.

“Wish that we could be alone now,” you said, a hint of desperation in your voice. “We could find some place to hide, make the last time just like the first time.”

Chris shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. “Don’t say that. It’ll only make it harder.”

You nodded, tears finally spilling over. “Just promise you’ll remember when the sky is gray.”

He stepped closer, pulling you into a tight hug. “I will. You’ll always be my summer love.”

The goodbye was agonizing, but eventually, Chris pulled away and walked out the door. You watched him leave, feeling like your heart was breaking into a million pieces.

---

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. The vibrant colors of summer faded into the muted tones of autumn. You tried to move on, but the memories of that summer haunted you. Every sunset, every wave crashing against the shore, reminded you of Chris.

One chilly September day, you found yourself back at the beach. The sky was gray, just like you had feared. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the cold.

“Hey, stranger.”

You turned around, your heart skipping a beat. Chris was standing there, a warm smile on his face.

“Chris?” you whispered, unable to believe your eyes.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, stepping closer. “I realized there’s nothing I want to change. I don’t want to move on. I want you.”

Tears filled your eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight into a warm hug. “You’ll always be my summer love. And now, we can make it last forever.”

As you stood there in his embrace, you knew that the summer love you thought was lost had found its way back to you. And this time, you wouldn’t let it go. It was all written in the stars.

[1byhwng]

6 with felix please!!

prompt 6 : “I’ve been just a friend to you? Do you not love me like I do?”

pairing : bff!felix + fem!reader

(had to add some fluff the angst was killing me)

It was an ordinary saturday with your best friend, Felix, playing games on his xbox. It’s been years since you’ve met him. 18 years to be exact, you met him when you had just moved to Australia from America when you were 5 years old and he was 6. You became inseparable after only a week of being friends. His mom got close with yours so you could see him more often. Even though he only liked you like a friend you fell in love with him, his freckles, his smile, his eyes -god how you loved his beautiful eyes and his li-

”Y/N?” you jump slightly at his voice, just realizing you weren’t even playing the game anymore. “Oh, sorry.” You say getting comfortable again and putting the controller away. The worst part of this it wasn’t the first time it’s happened and you knew exactly why you kept zoning out while you were hanging out with him. You could tell he was starting to get irritated but he didn’t show it. “Seriously ? This is the 6th time today, are you sure you’re okay?”

He puts his controller on the table in front of you before turning to completely face you. “I want to help you but I can’t if you won’t tell me what keeps that pretty mind of yours running around 10,000 miles a second.” He say putting extra sarcasm in his tone. Without responding you lay your head on his shoulder.

Before you could even settle in he pushes you off and crosses his arms. “No cuddles until you drown me in your sorrows.” He purposely makes his voice an octave or 2 higher causing you to laugh.

“It’s not important to know right now.” You say light heartedly once you stop laughing. He smiles before feigning realization “omg..you like me.” Instead of laughing along with him as a joke you sit there shock. He looks at you confused not understanding your reaction in the slightest. The thing is you did like him more than friends but you knew just as good as the next person it would never happen. Even if it did happen he would realize we were better off friends.

“Y/N.. you like me?” He speaks in his regular voice losing the joking demeanor. “It’s not that, felix." you sit up straight putting a reasonable amount of space between you and him.

"so its not that you like me?" he says curiosity evident in his voice. Not knowing how to respond you look at him not speaking but you're sure your eyes tell it all. "you do..." he says as a smile creeps onto his face. instinctively you smile softly too but before you could speak he pulls you into a hug holding you tight? "god..you wouldnt believe how much ive wanted to hear that." he says resting his head in the crook of your neck. As much as you wanted to hug him back you couldnt. Instead, you pushed him away leaving him confused.

"This whole time...you treated me like just another friend, but you liked me?" you stand up, fighting back tears. "I've been just a friend to you? Do you not love me like i do?" he says hurt lacing his words, each one laying heavy on your heart. "No, felix. I do love you..but i dont wanna regret it." you sigh "i didnt want to ruin our friendship."

He looks at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever "do you hear yourself?" he says with very clear sarcasm "If i cared so much about that, why would i be overjoyed that i figured out you liked me? maybe i shouldve been more clear.." he clears his throat before speaking again "I.am..in..Love..with..You...Y/N...L/N" he says slowing down each word as if you didnt speak english. You couldnt help but smile at him "i am in love with you too, Lee felix." you chuckle before hugging him and suddenly tears stream down your face. "i thought you were gonna hate me." you say laughing through your tears. "well i went to "Hate Y/N" island and no one was there-" you playfully hit him in the chest to stop him from finishing the joke.

"in all seriousness, no one could ever make me hate you."

[dazed--xx]

💔You Broke Me First💔

Summary: Now suddenly you're asking for it back Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts…..When you broke me first

Member: Hyunjin x Reader

T/W: Mentions of Cheating, Break Ups, arguments, drinking, manipulation, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, mentions of being drunk, yelling, sad ending

Word Count: 2.7K

Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself But you should've told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else…

“I know…”

You state stoically, your eyes stuck on the quaint maple table that sat between you and your boyfriend. You brushed your tongue over your bottom lip biting back tears “I know about her..” Your voice is just above a whisper. “Y-Y/N…” His tone is full of pity and guilt, you scoff to yourself shaking your head in disbelief.

“Why?… What did I do so wrong?”

“Nothing…”

“Then how could you?”

“I-I don't know…”

You stare blankly, not able to find the words to express how you feel right now. Your head grew heavier and heavier the longer the silence continued. You could feel Hyunjin’s gaze burning holes into your face. “I do care about you, Y/N…please don't think that I don't.” He sighs, his fingers fidgeting with each other as he bit the inside of his cheek. “She just made me feel…different. I’m sorry…” Another scoff is released from your chest, rolling your eyes at his apology. “I mean you could have told me you didn't love me anymore…” You mutter, trying your hardest to seem strong in this moment. “That someone else was catching your eye…instead of stringing me along for a while just to throw me away,” you growl as anger bubbles in your gut. “Y-Y/N—That’s not tr—It's fine, Hyunjin” you cut off his stammering.

Finally meeting his eyes, you could see the exhaustion and hint of something you couldn't quite place. You take in his image. Allowing yourself for a moment to memorize every single inch of his face, your heart ached the more time passed. You should have known this was coming eventually. He was always just out of reach when it came to you. Hwang Hyunjin was an enigma when you first got together, your relationship was passionate and lustful. Spending every moment you could in each other's arms or beside each other; as the honeymoon phase left your relationship so did Hyunjin. Whilst, He physically stayed beside you; emotionally you could tell he checked out. He was no longer interested in what you were doing, or if you were safe. Your sex life quickly became nonexistent and soon so did you. He was never the most open with how he felt, but you stayed. As the months passed you continued to reach out and try to attempt to get closer to your boyfriend once again, only to be met with unanswered calls and missed dates. You couldn't understand why, that is—until two weeks ago.

You couldn't understand why it had taken you accidentally stumbling upon the two, inside this very cafe, on a date. You had been walking home from your part-time job and in your tiredness you stopped outside of the quaint little coffee shop and contemplated going in. Until you saw that familiar mop of midnight locks. You had seen the way he stared at her longingly. Hyunjin broke your trust and after you avoided him for two whole weeks he was now here to break your heart.

You saw the way he stared at his lap, struggling to find the words he wished to say. You should have known that when he suddenly started paying attention to you again, it was the guilt that ate at him. You know because he felt he'd wronged you he wouldn't just leave you alone, so you decided to do what he couldn't. He released a heavy sigh placing his hands around his cup on the table “Y/N—It's okay, you don't have to say it…” you cut him off once again, giving him a sad shrug. “N-no I do…I-I—Hyunjin!” you stare at him as you reach across the table to take his large hand in yours.

“I don't resent you. Thank you for the memories you've given me…” a small glint of something appeared in his eye, and it looked almost as if his face was about to light up. You give him a mournful smile “But let's stop” you state, your voice cracking at the end. He stared at you in bewilderment as his mouth hung open. “Y/N..” He gasped almost inaudibly the rest of his words not coming to him. You nod in response “I'll leave first…I hope things work out with her and she makes you happy” Your tone is laced with dejection and sadness. You stare at where you had connected your hands, even now as you hold his hand tightly; he sat with his sitting loosely on the table. With a final nod, you pull your hand away and lift yourself from your seat. Hyunjin stared at where your hand once was, flabbergasted. Disbelief decorated his face as you made your way out of the cafe.

You found your resolve breaking as soon as you turned the corner. Your legs finally give way as a sob rips through your chest. You release all the pain, anger, and sadness you held back. You felt broken, forgotten, and useless. You cried and cried feeling deep in your soul, that while Hyunjin will be completely fine you sat here broken.

Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now I know you, you're like this. When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it, And like me, I did But I ran out of every reason….

“Y/N He's drunk!” Felix pleaded as he grunted from the other line. “That's not my problem anymore, Lix” you grumble as you chew on your bottom lip. You hear him whisper something to whom you can assume, is Hyunjin. A heavy sigh is heard through the line “He won't listen to any of us right now!” Felix argues as you hear a shuffle “…You came any other time…He needs your help right now. He's hurting” Felix confesses, his tone is pleading and almost enough to convince you. Almost…and while Felix was correct you had run to help Hyunjin, a lot in these past two months since you had broken up. You no longer wished to do it “I'm sorry Lix, truly I am. But it was no longer my responsibility to take care of Hyunjin and I made the mistake of continuing to help after we ended things. But I don't owe him shit if he needs help then you should probably call his girlfriend.” you state matter of factly.

“Y/N He doesn't—” you cut the call off not wanting to hear any more of what Felix had to say; you toss your phone to the side onto your couch. As Guilty as you felt for not going to help Hyunjin; it was no longer your place to. It had taken these few months to stop running to help the person who had betrayed you. Every time you received a call from either Hyunjin himself or a mutual friend, you always found yourself dropping everything and rushing to assist him. When you finally had enough, you received a text from Hyunjin stating his car broke down and he asked for your help bringing him to the store and then his friend's house, only when you got to the house a familiar face popped out of the door. You scoffed to yourself as you saw the girl he had cheated on you with give him a bright smile as she waved at him. Quickly peeling away from the house, you laughed at your stupidity as well as his audacity. Ever since that moment every call from Hyunjin has gone unanswered and when requests from your mutual friends came in to help Hyunjin with something, they were rejected. You'd finally run out of reasons to continuously correct his mistakes and come running to his rescue.

You were no longer together so you no longer needed to be at his beck and call.

Now suddenly you're asking for it back. Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had But I don't really care how bad it hurts When you broke me first…

A loud panicked knock against your door pulls you out of your sleep. Quickly checking the time on your phone 3:32 AM. Your eyes widen as another round of raps begins on your door once again. Pulling yourself out of bed ready to tear the head off of whoever has the nerve, the AUDACITY to wake you up at such an ungodly hour. You state out the peephole only to be met with the view of the street, you crack your door slightly. You're met with Hyunjin drunkenly leaning against your door. His arm supported his head against it. His free hand shakes nervously as he attempts to bang on your door again, that's when you hear it.

The most heartbreaking sob tears through his chest. He whimpers inaudible words to himself as he opens and closes his fist before allowing it to fall limp at his side. “Hyunjin?” you question visibly confused. His head whips up “Y/N!” He slurs almost excitedly, and the smell of liquor quickly fills your nose, “You opened the door…” his voice cracking behind his drunk smile.

“Do you know what time it is? You smell like a distillery” you growl at him as he tries to shove his way inside. You roll your eyes pulling the door open fully making him stumble forward. “Why are you here, Hyunjin?” you don't mean to be so hostile but you were very clear with Felix earlier. His hands encase your face, his eyes meeting yours as tears continue to cascade down his cheeks. His eyes are bloodshot, and his lips look swollen and raw, probably from biting them as you notice him repeatedly doing it. His hair was a tousled mess.

“Y/N…” He lets out a sigh of relief, placing his forehead against yours something he always did when you guys were together and happy. Your hands tug on his wrists at the familiar action. “You didn't come...why don't you come for me anymore?” He whines as he squeezes his eyes shut trying to steady his breathing. “I shouldn't come for you. There's no reason for me to…” you respond stoically.

“You just disappeared on me…” his words becoming more incomprehensible as he cried “Why did you abandon me?”

“Hyunjin! We aren't together anymore. You can't just expect me to pick you up or help you out anymore!”

“How else would I see you then?!?”

“You shouldn't be seeing me! We shouldn't hang around each other, it's too painful for me. I understand our relationship didn't mean much to you but it meant a lot to me…” you state sadly, Hyunjin’s pitiful expression now replaced with a puzzled scowl. “Who told you that?” disgust filled his tone. “You're kidding me right?” you counter. Hyunjin bites his bottom lip once again before clenching his jaw “No, who lied to you like that?” you stare at him wide-eyed “You did! With your actions or lack thereof. You cheated on me and ignored me for months” You snap. He can't be serious… you think to yourself.

“B-But I was trying to fix it!” He cried, seeming almost sober at this point. “You-you weren't supposed to find out!”

“So what?” you snarl “You would have continued to just string me along? String us both along?!” He shakes his head rapidly “N-No! I-'m sorry I should have explained better that day…” His tone is laced with regret and panic. “I-I ended things with her…Y/N—I wanted to fix things. I never wanted you to know...” He confessed behind shaky nervous breaths, he finally released you as he steadied himself. Slowly, taking a seat on your couch he quickly buried his face in his hands; his elbows resting on his knees as he took a deep breath “I didn't—I didn't want this to happen...I missed you so much I just—I wanted everything back to the way it was. You loved me so much and when I realized what a huge mistake I was making I ended it. I swear I ended it before we ended things…the last two weeks, when I couldn't see you I was only trying to see you. I only wanted you, I didn't want to lose you. W-When you told me you knew about her…it felt like my entire world was collapsing around me.” He rubs his face and tries uselessly to wipe away his tears. “I just wanted to explain. And when I processed what was going on—what you said…you were gone..” his soft cries turn back into full-on sobs.

“I was trying to fight for us those nights I begged you to come and see me, to talk to me only for me to be ignored while you went and made damn sure you had time to see her. And to make things worse, you used my feelings for you to manipulate me into driving you to her house?! You made me look like a fucking idiot! I'm wondering where the hell do you get the nerve to sit here and act like this?” you snap. He winced at your words “T-that wasn't her house! I-I don't know why she was there that's Seungmin’s new place I swear!” Every second you spent glaring at him felt like another stab to the heart. He knows he made so many mistakes, but he felt like he was dying with you looking at him. He wished he could go back and tell himself how it feels right now. How it felt to watch your hand leave him but deny that it was happening at that very moment. He'd tell himself how embarrassingly hard he had cried when he noticed she was no longer in her seat in front of him. How he'd run out of the cafe not knowing which direction you had gone in but how desperately he felt he'd needed to find you…how dejected and nauseous he felt when he couldn't. How he'd cried himself to sleep every night since you had left his life.

Your blood boiled as you saw him sitting there staring at you apologetically. “Y/N…Please” he swallows his tears “please just give me a chance to fix this…” he pleads. “What did you think would happen?” you question your voice laced with venom as you glare daggers at him. He can't meet your eyes only able to stare at the ground near your feet. He hung his head low “Not this…Not me being without you. Not being this hurt over the mistakes I made. I love you…when you ended things before I could have a chance to fix them, it broke me” He confesses staring up at you. You can't help the genuinely demeaning laugh that rips through your stomach. “Of-fucking-course it did. God, you really are something huh? You have some nerve to come in here to ask me for another chance. You want to know something?” you challenge raising your eyebrow as you cross your arms over your chest allowing all the anger pain and hurt to spill into your tone “I don't care…” you shrug before you throw your hands in the air as Hyunjin stared at you in horror.

“Y-You don't mean that…” He stammers in denial more to himself than to you “Yes, I do Hyunjin. I don't care that you're hurting. I don't care that you're finally opening your eyes. I don't really care how bad it hurts” You confess shaking your head “Not When you broke me first now see yourself out and move on…”

He stared at you for a moment, not wanting to give up on you, on the love he still has for you, but he could see it. You truly meant your words, you wanted nothing to do with him. He sighs heavily as he wipes his hands on his jeans before he lifts himself from the couch and makes his way toward the door; stopping in front of you he yearns to hold you one last time but the way you won't meet his gaze makes him sigh. He continues on his way pulling your door open he stares back at you only able to hear the pain in the words that are now circling around in his mind.

“You broke me first…”

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taglist: @yangbbokari @slayhyunjin

[desi2go]

Beneath the city lights

pairing: mafia! Changbin x reader

warning: angst with a happy ending, weapons, blood, death

author's note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BINNIE!!!

Seo Changbin sat in his dimly lit office, a glass of Gin in his hand. He was a ma of power, the undisputed mafia boss of the city, feared and respected by all. His life was one of control, calculated decisions and iron-fisted rule over his territory that even extended over the border of the city.

But there was one thing that he cherished more than his whole empire. You. You were his light, the one person he could turn to when he felt down. Only you could see behind his facade of his cold and composed demeanor. He never thought he would meet a person that could bring back his soft personality, yet, you came into his life like a summer breeze, gently but impossible to ingnore. Your laughter was the melody he saught after a hard day of blood and betrayal, your touch was the warmth he craved in a world of cold shadows.

But tonight, Changbin's world was on the brink of chaos. It started with a phone call. The voice on the other end was calm, almost to calm.

"We have her, Changbin" The words were like ice water down his spine. He knew who was on the other end of the phone. It was his enemy who tried for years to take over the reign.

"You heard me? We have your girl and if you want to see her again alife, you will do as we say." Before he could even reply something, the line went dead. For the first time in years, he felt a chill of fear running down his spine. You were everything to him, his whole world. He would do anything for you even this meant that he needs to give up his control. He felt like nothing without you. Like a small boy, all alone in this big world.

Without wasting a second, Changbin called his most trusted man - Chan, his right hand and best friend since the first day. He explained the situation quickly, his voice a cold whisper, filled with anger and distress that boiled beneath the surface.

"They have taken Y/n. We are getting her back" he described what happend briefly.

"What's the plan, Boss?"

"Tell Han that he needs locate where they are keeping her. Fast. I want to have her back before sunrise" Chan agreed, already contacting Han, the most skilled hacker of the group.

"He will dig up everything on our enemies. We will find her" Chan added promising.

Hours passed like years as Changbin waited for the informations from Han. The others were already contacted and ready to get you out as soon as possible. His mind raced through scenarios, but one thing remained clear. He would tear the city apart. Brick by brick if it meant saving you.

Finally, Han send him the location where you were supposed to be captured. It was an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city, a place where deals were made lives were lost.

He let out a long breath, some weight was lifted off his shoulder. It meant that he was just a small time away to finally hold you in his arms again. Changbin put his knive and gun in his pockets, walking to his car and drove to the address. During the whole ride there was a total silence, just the rhythmic tipping of Changbin's fingers against the stirring wheel could be heard faintly.

Finally, he and his men neared the warehouse and he ordered them to spread out and take positions. With all cost, he didn't want to risk a shootout. Not, when you, his most precious thing, was in danger and could possibly get hurt. But he was still prepared for one in case his enemies threatened you too much.

He entered the warehouse, a house made of old bricks that slowly fell apart, followed by Chan and Felix, his best fighters for such missions. They moved within the shadow in silence, not daring to draw the attention of the enemy to them. The interior was dark, the air thick with the smell of dust and decay as they walked through the maze of crates and metal beams, always on high alert for any sign of movement.

Then, they reached a large open space in the center of the building. Your front was facing him, sitting in the middle of the open room. Above you, the upper floor was demolished and changbin could see some of his enemies men patrolling. You were tied to a chair, your hands secured with a rope to the back of it. All he could see was that you shook, propably from the cold air and mostly fear.

Changbin's heart ached at the sight of his beloved, but he needed to be focused. When he was unwary now that would mean that he would most definitely loose you completly.

You, on the other hand, were unknowing to your lover's presence in front of you. Your head hurt due to a hard hit to knock you out. Dried blood stuck on your temple and your lip was slightly chapped.

You knew that Changbin was about to save you. It was just a matter of time. Despite that, there was a fear within you that makes your body shake. A fear that he might come to late or that these people will hurt you further. It was the first time that someone tried to control Changbin with capturing you after all. You never have thought that perhaps somebody will hurt you because you thought that they all were afraid of your lover's merciless and wouldn't touch you.

Changbin spotted his enemy right beside you, a smirk on his develish face.

"Seo Changbin" the man sneered. "Nice to see you here. I wondered how long it would take you to get here" You turned your head so that you could see your boyfriend. Changbin walked out of his hideout while Felix and Chan stayed there, still unnoticed.

"Let her go, and I will consider letting you walk out of here alive" He replied deadly calm.

His enemy laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the empty hall. "You are in no position to bargain. Remember, I won't hesitate to hurt her"

Changbin's eyes flahed with anger. He had never been one to negotiate with threads. With one swift motion, he pulled out his gun, already aiming at his enemy. However, his rival had expected this reaction and held a knive against your thoat, lightly cutting into your skin so that some blood ran down your neck.

A high whine and a crie escaped you due to the pain and it fueled your boyfriends anger even more but he knew that he couldn't shoot now. Not, when your life is in danger.

"I can't believe it. The great Seo Changbin is brought to his knees for a woman" the man behind you laughed loudly with a growing smirk present on his face.

"Let her go, now" Changbin growled, eyes darkening.

That fueled the laugh even more. "Why should I? You can't shoot me now. Not when you don't want to hurt her"

Changbin lowered his gun, smirking. "You're right. I can't shoot you. But my boys" A shot ringed out before the man could react. The bullet found its mark and his rival crumpled to the ground, the knive fell clashing to the ground in front of you. The shot was precise, executed by Seungmin, his best sniper, who sat on the upper floor, shooting through the hole when the time was right.

Chaos erupted as the rest of his enemies' men opened fire. Chan, Felix and the rest of his men who had invaded the warehouse responded immediatly, a violent dance of bullets and blood. Changbin moved with lethal precision, his only thought was to reach you.

Finally, he was beside you, cutting through the ropes to free you. You looked up to him, tears of fear rolling down your cheeks but your eyes were filled with relief.

"You came for me" you whispered as he ripped some fabric from his shirt, pressing it gently on the wound of your neck to stop it from bleeding.

"Always", he replied, pulling you into his arms. "I will always come for you"

The gunfire had ceased, the rivals either dead or fleeing. Chan approached, completely drenched in blood but with a kind smile on his face.

"Let's get out of here" he said and Changbin nodded, helping you on your feet. You leaned on him, your body trembling from the ordeal. Tenderly, he slipped out of his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. He guided you out of the warehouse, his arms protectively wrapped around you.

As they stepped into the cool air of the night, Chandbin knew that he needed to find all of his enemies' men and there would be retaliation. But that was a task for the future. For now, you were save and that was all that mattered.

You drove back to Changbin's estate in complete silence. You were sitting on his lap, your head leaned on his shoulder, exhaustion overtaking you. He held you close, his mind already planning the retribution that would come. No one threatened what was his and lived to tell the tale.

When you arrived, he carried you inside, laying you gently on the bed. With sleepy eyes, you looked up at him with a softness.

"Than you" you whispered softly.

Changbin brushed a strand of hair from your face, his expression tender.

"I will always protect you, Y/n. No matter what"

You smiled, a small, tired smile, and closed your eyes, finally allowing yourself to rest with the knowledge that your beloved will protect and watch over you. Changbin sat beside you, holding your hands in his. The storm inside him was far from over but for tonight, he was at peace. He had you back and nothing in the whole world mattered more than that.

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

STARS AND RAINDROPS

Seungmin x Gnreader (POC FREE)

Genre: light angst with a happy ending (something like that). Hurt and comfort.

Summary: Having an idol boyfriend has been so difficult that you two wouldn't have time to be together, even in his free time he always busy. You started to overthink; overthinking the fact he doesn't have time for you at all and using his "free day" times as an excuse to not be with you anymore. Almost like he doesn't have time for you. You made you feel lonely.

Warning: slight (?) Arguments, Stress out Seungmin, Overthinking Reader, Anxiety, Misunderstanding (?), cursing, they need to hang out more until things turn bad!! Didn't really proof read so grammar and spelling might be ass along with my memory.

Please reblog, like and/or comment if you can! I love the support! Thank you!

It was lonely. Very lonely.

You sat down on the grey couch staring at the clock that was above the television. You and Seungmin live together in a shared apartment making it easier to see each other more...well that's what both of you thought until you haven't seen him for months.

Of course, you know he is a busy man and being a kpop idol would lead him to be absent at home almost everyday, you knew this when he confessed to you, you knew the consequences of dating a kpop idol.

But things felt different, you've been missing his presence, his warmth, everything about it.

The bed felt empty without him.

He used to come home when he is free and of course you two would usually make calls then and there when he is on break but nothing rang your phone besides maybe family members or friends. Even spam calls called you more than Seungmin.

You two felt distant, well you felt distant, you didn't know what Seungmin was feeling.

A month for not being home and you wish everyday that some miracle he does come home with a big small and hugs yet nothing happened.

You even know his schedule since you both have a shared calendar together, you check every time. You know his breaks yet he isn't here or calling you. You knew his free times where he can rest until the next come back but he isn't here or calling you.

You felt almost desperate to the point you watch videos of him. You miss his voice to the point you cried yourself to sleep as the TV plays Seungmin's voice helping you relax.

It felt almost embarrassing, yet you couldn't help it. It's normal to miss your lover, right?

But...does he miss you like you do?

You thought about it plenty of times but you try not to because you hate to let that overthinking stress you out yet you couldn't help it. Why else he wouldn't show up in his free days or even call you.

You two do a test but it felt dry. It's always a simple "Hello" but not "I love you" or "I miss you."

You miss him so much.

You are lonely.

You continued on staying up, there was no point in sleeping. Even PuppyM couldn't help you sleep like you used to; it wasn't the same.

The clock struck 3, he still wasn't here.

You wonder if he has been sleeping somewhere else. Back to the dorms? Sleeping in someone else's house? Is he cheating on you?

You shook your head, forcing yourself to stop overthinking again and stopping yourself from going to sleep.

That's when you finally heard it, the rattle of the shared apartment opening.

You quickly look in the direction of where the door was to meet with a tired Seungmin wearing a black hoodie and a mask, he lazily took off his shoes replacing it with the slippers and even throwing his keys into the bowl.

You couldn't help but smile as you quickly got up and went up to him to give you a hug but he didn't hug you back.

He muttered a few words, almost like he was annoyed as he nudged you to get off of him. Not wanting to deal with the affection at this time or day.

You let go, feeling sad but still happy that he was back.

"Hey, love, I miss you. How was your busy day?" You softly question but he responded was a groan with a bunch of gibberish as he walks to the couch, sitting himself down as he placed his hands to cover his face.

"You must be very tired, luckily you have a break day tomorrow so we can hang out more an-"

"Can you please shut the fuck up."

You stood there confused as you quickly shut your mouth. Ignore the pain in your chest from his harsh tone.

"God, you are so annoying, can't you see i'm tired. I don't have any energy to talk or even deal with affection. Jeez..." He scratches his head, messing his hair around as he glares at you.

"I-i'm sorry? I just haven't seen you for months, you haven't been coming here in your free days and haven't been calling me around your break days at least once. Of course I'll act like this..."

You fiddle your fingers around, not knowing what to do.

"Get used to it then. Not everyone is free, even on my break or free days I'm not free. Can't you understand? I don't have time for this or you!" His voice is getting louder, clearly pissed off.

His words repeat in your head as you feel yourself shaking a bit.

"Seungmin, you don't mean that right? Don't have time for me? You did though. Even your members seem to have time for me to text me around their breaks but you're the only one who isn't....it doesn't make sense..."

You softly said, as you rub your arm to calm yourself.

Seungmin gets irritated as he gets up from the couch, muttering more of how he doesn't have time for this nonsense.

"You are so damn clingy, just because my members are free doesn't equal everyone. Fuck, shut up! I just knew being in a relationship is a bad idea, I don't need this!"

He shouts, not processing the words he saying until he quickly becomes quiet.

You stood there as you finally broke down crying.

"So you regret being in a relationship, I just miss you! I'm even worried as well...don't you miss me as well? Do you think of me like how I think of you?"

Seungmin doesn't respond as he just walks away to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You couldn't believe it.

Maybe you were right.

You quickly change your slippers to your shoes and grab your keys as you walk out of the shared bedroom not wanting to deal with him, you need a break just how he needs a break to be with you.

Yet, he couldn't commit to that.

You have been ignoring his calls and text.

Every time you unlock your phone, you always see a new message from him.

Few messages talking about where you were, how he misses you and how sorry he was but you don't know if he actually meant it.

You were too clingy for him.

Like you were bothering him.

You power off your phone as you stay at your friend's house, an old college friend. You didn't tell them what happened, all they know is that you need to stay with them just for a few weeks or more depending how difficult the situation will be.

It was nice for a while but you still felt lonely.

You were too stubborn to go back and talk to him.

Your mind kept racing with thoughts that he could move on to find someone better, someone who can tolerate and commit to him and maybe commit to that person. Well, if he finds time for that.

You were hungry and wanted to make a meal but the ingredients you needed wasn't there so you went out to go grocery shopping.

It felt windy but nice outside. It was a bit dark but you can handle yourself.

You walk to the closest grocery store, grabbing your cart and going around, looking for the stuff you needed.

You look around until you find the item you were looking for, as you were about to grab it, someone else touched your hand making you back away.

"Oh, sorry, you can grab it if you like..." You said as you look up to see Seungmin who was staring back at you in shock.

You both dared not to say anything.

You felt relief in your buddy, almost wanting to hug him but stopped yourself as you grabbed what you needed and speed walked out. Not looking behind you.

You maybe should've checked the weather.

You were outside of the grocery store, holding one bag as you felt the hard raindrops hitting your clothes.

You sighed.

As you were about to walk back to your friend's house, an umbrella was placed on top of you. You looked up to see who it was. It was Seungmin.

Seungmin looked away awkwardly.

"I know you hate getting sick..." He mutters.

You just stared at him as he finally looks back at you.

"Um, can we talk?"

You sighed then nodded as you both walked to the park, it was silent other than crickets making small annoying noises.

"I know you are mad at me, you probably still are but can you please come back home. I miss you so much and I regret everything I said. I was just stressed out with work! Of course I think about you a lot, I miss you hugs, your kisses, your laughter. I was just so worked up in this comeback I just can't seem to go home. I shouldn't have lashed my anger at you. I know I fucked up real bad but please..."

You watch Seungmin tear up, as he keeps on apologizing.

"Seungmin, you said that you didn't have time for me, you regret being in a relationship and how clingy I am. You literally hurt me."

He nods, agreeing with everything you said.

"Yes, I know but trust me, I was just stressed but I promise you I'll commit into our relationship more. Please, just don't break up with me. I can't lose you." Seungmin cries out to you.

You think, hesitate on what to do.

You hated being lonely.

You miss him.

You love him.

You and him.

Yet you were scared that it would happen again and again. You were scared that he wouldn't commit to it like he said right now.

"Please, I'm sorry..."

You sighed, smiling a bit as you slowly hugged him. Seungmin quickly hugs you back. Latching inti your waist.

"Seungmin, you have to be true to your words. I'm scared that it will happen again..."

You felt Seungmin shaking his head.

"Believe me, if I ever become stressed again, I promise I wouldn't shout at you. Let's hang out, let's make out, let's hold hands or whatever. I love you."

You chuckled a bit as you felt yourself crying as well as you look at the sky, watching the bright stars as more rain pour down into both of you.

"You better. Now take me home, I'm hungry."

Seungmin smiles at you as you both walk away, leaving your friend confused on why you haven't come back yet.

Besides that, you're not lonely anymore.

Hope you all enjoyed it, this was very long I'm not gonna lie. Anyways, Cya!

[woncon]

➳ the case of the missing boyfriends

➶ poly!stray kids x gn!reader (seungsung focus) ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ Last time, your cookies were missing. Now six of your boyfriends are. They probably went on a date and something happened. Everyone's phone is off, only one rings and a stranger answers. They have a riddle, a game for you. And that starts the race against time to find the others.

➴ genre: thriller/mystery, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, estabilished relationship, polyamory, non-idol!au, angst to fluff

: ̗̀➛ warnings: horror house elements (evil clowns, a chainsaw chase, zombie lady), nightmares, a silly fight scene, gets suggestive in the end, wooyoung has a cameo, one mpreg joke, happens after the case of the missing cookie but can be read as a stand alone

⌨ :: 8.5K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ when i came up with the idea, i intended it to be a lot more silly than it turned out. however, once you read the whole fic, you'll realize that it's still quite silly. if this fic had a theme music, it would be circus. i'm 100% sure.

⁀➷ big hug for both @honeytwo and @wonsheep for betaing this <3

➳ mlist

４：３０ ｐｍ

You wake up to someone invading your personal space. Hands embracing your warm, soft, dreamy world, tiny kisses sneaking in, slowly pulling you out. Even though you're usually fussy when you're woken up, it feels good. You reach out to pull the person to you, so that they can join you in the relaxing, comfortable comfort of the bed - and use it as a pillow, of course. 

But he takes your hands off his neck. You snore and squint in frustration to find out who is the villain who will surprise you with a kindly kiss and then leave you. If Seungmin's messing with you again, he won't get away with it this time. You'll pin him to the mattress with your body, then lay on him like a lazy sack of potatoes and let him suffer.

“I can't, honey.” Finally, you don't have to open your eyes, because his whispered words tell you that you're dealing with Minho.

Groaning, you reach for him again, grabbing his bicep.

“Just a little bit?” You try to hook him like a koala so he has no choice but to cuddle with you. “You're warm and you smell s’good…”

"I have a date," Minho announces.

You're not giving up. One last attempt to get Minho's love right away. You pat the empty seat next to you.

“When I come back.” Minho kisses you goodbye on the lips and climbs off the bed. You open your mouth to protest when he adds, "I promise.”

He's a man who doesn't make promises lightly: cuddling is guaranteed. Now you watch his receding figure with a calm heart. He has proved stronger than your resolve.

“In the meantime…” 

You shudder at the whispered, husky voice from the cushion next to you. You thought you were alone.

“I'll have to suffice.” Jisung wraps his arms around your waist, tilts his head on your shoulder. “Please.”

When you don't push him away but hug him with a similar affection, he sighs contentedly.

You glance towards the bedside table and read the time. It's 4:30 and you're in no mood for anything. You want to continue your nap. By the time the thought occurs, you're almost asleep in Jisung's embrace.

７：４６ ｐｍ

When you wake up because someone tickles your feet, you immediately look for the clock. You are shocked by the exact time. You've slept for more than four hours: in this house, you've set a daytime record. 

There is always one or more loud, squeaky individuals who are difficult to do this activity around, other times a few mischievous ones who specialise in annoying the sleeping, or you may have those who make every move to rattle the bed as they climb onto the mattress, waking the peaceful Sleeping Beautys. In your home, romantic princes who wake you with a kiss are rare.

Now the mewling kittens have arrived to put an end to your record-breaking nap. The ones who just found you when no one else was feeding them. Provided you wake up soon enough after being visited, there are no drastic consequences such as pajama scratching attempts, scratch marks on the skin or even a kitten settling on your face. Fortunately, you wake up in time for the animals' antics. 

Soonie, Doongie and Dori patrol the end of the bed, rubbing against your blanket-covered feet at intervals. They notice that you've been successfully awakened and meow almost in chorus, clambering upwards in encouragement and nuzzling you in submission.

You scratch the base of Doongie's ear, and you are brought even more awake by the purr that ripples through your side.

“He neglected you too, after promising to come back, didn't he?”

They purr in agreement.

After you've fed the kittens, you'll search for Minho and drag him to bed. No one will be allowed to stand in your way.

７：５０ ｐｍ

In the kitchen you find Jisung. You have some vague memory of cuddling with him while you slept the sleep of the righteous. You may have drooled on him somewhere, but you can't be sure. In any case, your sleeping partner is currently facing the microwave. He's wearing a stretched-out, nondescript grey T-shirt and watching the numbers scrolling on the display. A mug is circulating in the microwave, he always takes a drink after he wakes up.

Jisung stretches. A slice of his thin waist and hips flashes, then his clothes fall back over him. He groans while he ruffles his hair, and the homely energy that emanates from him is more powerful than the impatient purring and rubbing of hungry kittens at your feet.

Dori leaves your feet, instead nimbly approaching your boyfriend and greeting him with a meow. Jisung looks down, then turns around. He smiles softly, his hair tangled, his face puffy from a restful sleep.

You'd like to throw yourself at him and squeeze the life out of him, but instead you return his smile and step over to the cupboard where you keep the cat food. You take out three cans and three bowls. At the rattle-rumble, Dori decides to return to you, describing figure eights with his cuddly body around your legs. You serve the menu on the floor. The three kittens begin to gobble enthusiastically.

In the meantime, Jisung's drink is ready. The scent of warm cocoa fills the room, drowning out the smell of cat food. His spoon clatters against the edge of the mug, the cats chew and snort eagerly, otherwise it's quiet. You sit down next to Jisung, wondering what's weird about your home. 

"I dreamed of evil clowns," Jisung admits.

You pull your chair closer to him. You take his hand.

"Yes?"

Jisung nods, then takes a sip. "They kidnapped the others."

"All of them?"

"I think so. I couldn't see everything clearly. I'm sure about Chanie hyung and Innie."

"You want to talk about it?" 

You're stroking the back of his hand to reassure him. His face has turned pale from recalling the dream. You don't want to force him to elaborate, but it might be easier to get over it if he shares it with someone. In this case, you. Otherwise, Felix or Hyunjin would be here with him, hunting for the meaning of dream symbols on the internet. 

Where are they?

Jisung pouts, his brows furrowing as he recalls the broken mirror shards of his nightmare.

"We were at a circus. The boys were tied up. The clowns were pointing different guns at them with balloons, but I knew they would go off if they wanted to. They were tall and dangerous, and their eyes were so empty they still gave me the creeps." Jisung squeezes your hand. You squeeze back supportively and watch intently. "So they were captured. They were being held in the circus, and when we found them…”

“We found them?” You're surprised. “We looked for them together?”

“You and me, yes. When we found them, the clowns told us to choose who would die and who would live. We were given enough time for Doongie to sing the anthem.” Here, Jisung goes silent, swallows, then excuses himself. “I know it sounds weird, but it was really scary at the time. I was forced to choose.”

The shocking image in your mind keeps you speechless for a few moments. Finally you pull yourself together, because Jisung needs you to calm him down. “That must have been awful. But don't worry, Sungie. Only one thing can come true from this: Doongie singing the anthem.”

Jisung smiles gratefully, and again looks more rested than worried. 

“Thanks for letting me snuggle up with you when I woke up. And for listening to me.”

“Anytime.”

Jisung leans closer, and the next moment you're resting your hands on his thigh for easy access to his mouth. He tastes like sweet cocoa. Hmm, sugary cocoa: tastes much better than the banana lip balm Hyunjin used, then Minho kissed him hard and brushed his teeth three times till the flavor lef-

You bow away from Jisung.

“Do you know where Minho is?”

Jisung brows raise to his forehead.

“We're kissing and you want the company of another man?” he asks, shocked. “I knew you liked his kiss better than mine.”

You tug at the front of his shirt and press another kiss to his lips.

“You should spend less time with Hyune. You're adopting his drama queen habits.”

“At least Hyunjin doesn't ask about other people when we're making out,” he snorts disgruntledly.

“I had to ask. He needs to pay off his debt. And if we get really into making out, I'll forget what I wanted besides you.”

"Forget everything then," he whispers. "I don't mind.”

You look at each other in silence. The kittens have finished eating. There's nothing but you and the endless, soothing silence.

Silence?

In this always cacophonous house? 

Yes, it's silence. And it's so strange. No echoing laughter, no pattering footsteps, no shouting. As if no one were home. 

“Sungie, since you woke up, have you met anyone?”

“You.” Jisung bites his lip and stares at your mouth like a master at his magnum opus.

“Besides me? “

Jisung hums thoughtfully. “No.”

Almost everyone went on a date?

Or were they all kidnapped by evil clowns?

No, no, no, no. They went on a date together and the two of you were left home to sleep peacefully. That could be what's behind this. Just no clowns.

You check your phone to see if you've got any text or visual reports, maybe any missed calls. Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin are usually keen to entertain you with some of the events of the date - if any of them are on the date, otherwise you'll have to wait. Chan will often call you to tell you where they are and how you're feeling. Changbin sends out messages about each location and who's doing what. And Hyunjin sends picturesque photos, and maybe it's meant to make you jealous that you're not going with them, and your heart does indeed tighten at times like this, but not out of jealousy, but out of admiration, because the photographer captures the moment as if you were there, breathing that air, with that sunlight on your face, with the people you love so much.

But today you didn't get a message, a call, a picture from anyone. No one wrote to say where they were going, what they were doing, how long they were staying. Not even that 'we're on a date, don't worry, we haven't been kidnapped by evil clowns'. After Jisung's dream, you need confirmation. If Minho didn't wake you up with a few kisses, you wouldn't know where he went.

You dial the first phone number on your call list, Chan's.

“The number you have reached is not available.”

You call the next number. And the next one. When the lovely female voice rings for the sixth time, the tension in the kitchen is thick and suffocating, like air in a balloon gun. You chew the inside of your mouth.

"Calm me down," you ask.

Jisung, who has been biting his nails until now, gets up. He moves to the calendar on the fridge, surrounded by pictures of you together.

“Well, there's nothing scheduled for today,” he reports uncertainly. “But that doesn't mean there's a problem!”

While he sits back down, you call the next number. The last one.

It rings. 

But not one of your boyfriends answers.

“Hi,” A high-pitched little girl says hello. Jisung trembles next to you. “We have what you want. If you need it, come get it! Follow the clues. It'll be fun like the circus. But beware, if you don't find it by ten o'clock tonight, what you want will be lost forever. Bye-bye!”

The little girl's breaking up the line. You're looking at each other.

Your phone vibrates in your hand. You both cry out. You throw the device on the table like a furry spider. 

You have a new message.

Go to the mall! Find Happy!!! <3

Before you can discuss what that means, the floorboard cracks. You snap your heads like frightened meerkats. In the doorway stands a tall figure in a red clown mask.

“MOMMY!" screams Jisung, and you scream too as you cling to each other in terror.

The clown snarls, takes a step. You grab Jisung's spoon and throw it towards the stranger. Droplets of cocoa splash into the air.

“Hey!” The clown is displeased. His voice is unrecognisable under the mask. He reaches under the cloth and pulls it off his head.

You can hear the stone clang as it smashes off your heart. Under the mask is Seungmin.

“We thought you were an evil clown who kidnapped the others,” Jisung whimpers in the aftermath of the shock he just experienced.

“What?” Seungmin picks up the spoon and throws it in the sink. “Is this some kind of new role-playing game?”

“This is deadly serious, Min,” sniffs Jisung in exasperation.

“Sit down,” you poke the chair. “We'll tell you what's the case, if you tell us why you were in that,” you point your finger at the clown mask in horror.

“It came for that bank robbery game Innie ordered for PS. I picked it up while I was playing, then got hungry and left it on,” Seungmin shrugs. “But you were looking at me like I was the devil before…” He looks at you expectantly, so you tell him about Jisung's dream, the failed calls, and ask him about his phone.

“I forgot to put it on the charger,” he explains why the device didn't ring

Finally, you show him the message. Seungmin looks at it thoughtfully.

“The leader of the clowns is a little girl,” you say. 

“An evil clown litttle girl." Jisung shudders visibly. "The uncrowned princess of children's horror.”

“I'll call her," Seungmin announces casually.

“What?" you reply in chorus.

“It's definitely a prank. You're being played. Minho's on the date, so it's obvious he's behind it. Don't worry.”

Before you can convince him it's not a good idea, he calls the number.

“Hello?” The clown with the ringing voice answers. “What do you want? Is the message not clear enough?”

“Who is this?” asks Seungmin gloomily. “Is that you, Minho hyung?”

“I have no idea who Minho hyung is. But if you want a surprise, I suggest you play by the rules. No more calls, follow the clues or I'll get mad!”

The little girl hangs up again. An open threat is a fist to the chest. Your boyfriends are in danger. All of your boyfriends, and Seungmin is still staring at your phone screen as if he hasn't been given enough explanation.

“That sound is familiar..." he mutters.

“We have to save them, Seungmin.”

He immediately snaps his head up. 'You're not using a nickname, which means it's completely serious. Bloody serious.

Jisung nods. “We don't have time to ask questions. Let's go to the mall right now!” He gets up, no longer interested in his cocoa.

A few minutes ago you were kissing happily, and now your friends' lives depend on you.

“Are you coming or staying?” You take your phone from Seungmin's hand and slip it into your pocket.

He looks at you. You can almost see the questions zigzagging in his eyes and the fire that craves answers.

“I'm coming.”

８：１１ ｐｍ

Seungmin speaks next on the escalator of the Plaza.

“Evil clowns because hyung dreamed it? Why would a bunch of clowns want to kidnap our boyfriends? And why not us?”

“For ransom,” you suggest.

“Have we received a demand? Any demands?” Seungmin asks.

You grab the barrier. “No, but–”

“They're doing it 'cause they can." Jisung's voice is desperate, hoarse. “It amuses them. I saw their faces in my dream. They enjoyed it.”

He's the first one off the escalator. You and Seungmin follow him. 

Tension hovers around you like a heavy cloud of vapour, gripping your stomach, and every nerve in your body cracks like a sharp spear. Seungmin's disbelief doesn't help the situation. You'd like to give his sceptical brain a stimulating tap to make it more supportive. To make it realise that it's not the why or the how that matters, but finding your boyfriends and ending this state of being. It doesn't matter if they are evil clowns or deceitful people who want money. All that matters is what they have taken and how you get your lovers, back from them.

You have to find Happy. Happy can be a shop, an object, a person, or even an alias. The Mall is full of people and opportunities to be exploited. You look around cluelessly, but there is not a single sign of Happy in your immediate surroundings.

“Let's take a tour of the building,” you suppose. “You two on one side, me on the other.” You know how much Jisung hates crowds, let facing one alone. He definitely needs someone with him. “If we find anything, we'll call each other. If not, we'll go store by store.”

“Isn't that too time-consuming? We don't have two hours, and I doubt it's one puzzle.”

“Last time I lost something, I found it. You remember?” You're referring to the cookie case that Seungmin successfully slept through, but he heard about it enough times already.

“I doubt you'd find the boys now by kissing every person you see.”

“Trust my methods first, okay? If it doesn't work, it's your turn. The Plaza is huge and crowded. It's gonna take some time.”

Of course, you change your mind in four minutes when Jisung calls.

“Yes?”

“We found it,” he says, his voice shocked.

You hurry to the toy shop, as fast as you can slalom through the crowd of people surging in different directions. Jisung and Seungmin stare at a six-foot-tall balloon clown with blue hair, a red grin and a white-gloved wiener finger in his hand holding a sign: BE HAPPY! Around his red boat shoes are balloons.

“Is that Happy?" 

“Probably.”

“And what next?”

“Well, you're the brains today," Seungmin looks at you.

“Oh, is that so? Do you believe us?”

“Let's just say it's pretty creepy that Happy is a clown.”

“Listen…” Jisung steps away from Seungmin, whose hand he's been holding. He reaches in between the board and the clown's body. “It looks like something”s here…” He pinches his fingers together and pulls out a yellow note. 

You gather round to read it. There's only one address. It's not hard to recognise. It's the address of the nearest Donut King to your house, where you first dated Jisung and Seungmin, and where you've been countless times with the others since then.

８：４５ ｐｍ

It's Friday night. The Donut King is packed with families, young people, hot drink lovers and those with a sweet tooth. 

Seungmin spots a box, you follow him through the queue holding Jisung's hand. You duck down, then scan the crowd like meerkats scanning for danger. Not another colored clown, or anything resembling a clown. Seungmin sighs and lays the paper on the table. The message is simple, yet unclear. It doesn't tell you what to do here. One thing is for sure, you won't eat. The three of you are too nervous for half a bite, let alone a whole donut. You love to eat here, but now you're nauseous from the smell of oil and powdered sugar, the feeling of being stuck on a mission, and time is running out.

Jisung's feet kick unstoppably under the table. You run your fingers through his hair, simultaneously stroking his locks and massaging his scalp.

“They'll be fine,” you reassure him, and reassure yourself at the same time. “We will find them.”

“And the clowns or whoever will pay," Seungmin confirms.

“Part of me doesn't want to know who they really are. This part of me wants to back down, and I hate it for that.”

“But you're still here,” you let him know. “Even if you're scared and don't know what's coming, you're here with us to save the others, no matter what. You’re brave.

Jisung laughs in disbelief. “Me? Brave?”

“They're right. You are brave, hyung," Seungmin confirms. “You hate clowns and crowds, and today we are chasing clowns in crowds.”

Your other boyfriend blinks at him in surprise. He certainly didn't expect you to think him brave after he admitted he wasn't one hundred percent committed. But it's still true. You smile sweetly at him, and when he smiles back faintly you tilt your head on his shoulder. The soft scent that marked his skin in the kitchen is gone. His neck is clammy with sweat and his skin is astringent with stress. As much as it would be nice to stay like this, to calm Jisung and encourage each other, there's no way. The enemy is waiting for you, and in their grip is your world.

As if an angel has descended from the heavens to lend a helping hand, Wooyoung emerges from the bathroom. He notices you and not only lets you know he is here, but immediately waves you over and weaves his way through the guests. He's wearing his Donut King work clothes, from apron to doughnut-patterned slouch hat.

"Hi there," he says cheerfully.

“Wooyoung hyung! Do you know anything about the others?” Seungmin throws himself at him. 

Wooyoung grins broadly. “Yeah, of course. I'll be right back.”

You look at each other. A gleam of hope.

“They left something for you.” Wooyoung returns with a cardboard drink holder. Three cups of slushy rest in it. Three slushy cups rest in it. Red, green, blue. Strawberry, green apple and blueberry. Three familiar flavours that leave a lousy taste when the flavour left on your tongue meets another flavour on another tongue. If the boys actually bought it, they'd know how much you've been shying away from this combination since the three of you first tasted it on each other's tongues. Unless they were forced to take these flavors. “A little something.”

He has no idea that a good friend of his has been taken hostage by a group of people obsessed with clowns.

“Who bought it?” You ask the first question. “Was anyone with them?”

“Was there anything strange about them?” Jisung joins in the questioning.

Wooyoung wonders.

“Chan hyung bought it. I think I saw the others at one of the boxes. I don't remember anybody I don't know, but there was a big crowd. Chan hyung seemed excited.”

Chan doesn't usually show that he's excited. He was probably more afraid.

“I have to go back. But we can talk later. Have fun!" he waves and then retires. His work, his life goes on as normal, as yours should.

“Ew.” Seungmin grimaces. “I love you guys, but the taste of our first kiss is still in my nightmares.”

“We can swap if you want,” Jisung offers. One by one, he takes the drinks out of the holder. “Rather a nasty tasting kiss than a clown-- Hey, wait a minute! There's something on this one. On top.”

He turns it towards you, and indeed. The plastic, blue roof has text in small letters. A new message from the robbers, for you.

Well done, team! You're just one step away from getting your surprise. Come to the House of Horrors if you're brave enough!

- Ary

Ary. Wraith name for a clown girl leader. And the House of Horrors? You shudder, and again the pithy tension rushes up to your toes. Just as you wouldn't kiss Seungmin with a tongue of slushy, you wouldn't go back to the House of Horrors. Once was enough. But you have no choice.

“Oh, man,” Jisung swallows hard and stretches his hand on the table. “Shall we do it? We're gonna do it, right?”

Seungmin puts his own on his in response. Jisung doesn't even have to ask you anymore, you automatically put your own hand on top of theirs, and you realise the significance of how good it is to have them with you on this journey, and not to face all the difficulties alone. Although you are more lonely, because the others are not here and you worry about them and miss them, you have nevertheless formed a small unit that gives you enough confidence to carry on without being completely consumed by panic.

９：１１ ｐｍ

You reach the street of the House of Horrors. It's dark, the neighborhood is deserted. The building, with its rotting paintwork and weathered façade, is a disgusting, uncomfortably creepy sight.

“I hate it here,” says Jisung.

You nod vehemently, because you have no objection. You wish it didn't end here. You wish you were all home already.

Seungmin sips the last few sips from his slushy. You decided to drink all three glasses to relieve stress and you won't kiss.

“What's the plan?” Seungmin asks, and Jisung looks at you expectantly.

“We're going to find the boys.”

The iron-barred entrance to the house of horrors is guarded by two burly clowns. Contrary to Jisung's dream, they don't have balloon guns. One with a scarred face holds a spear, the other a rusty axe. Though that rust could be dried blood, judging by the way the clown grins maniacally with his chipped teeth.

“Guests,” he says, stretching each note. As you march closer, she twirls the axe in her grip. On the handle is the name Annie written in runny red letters.

"We've been waiting for you," the other grunts. His teeth are green. Not spoiled meat, no, just a bit of salad. They are actors in the House of Horrors, like all monsters. Paint covers their faces and they have props in their hands. They're paid to give unfortunate people heart attacks. 

They are actors, aren't they? Or are they part of the robbery gang?

“Go inside.”

They step away from the door, so you can read the locked sign perfectly. There's no opening hours, but if you remember correctly, the place normally opens at ten. Now, of course, it's different. It's probably rented by the people who took Chan and the others.

You go in, and Jisung is shaking. No sooner does the door close behind Seungmin than there's a high, witchy chuckle. You all flinch, you cling to Jisung, Seungmin pulls you both defensively to him. When you realise that you're just being played by the sound effect, you're a little relieved.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Jisung mants as you march into the darkness, where anything could leap out at you with sharp claws - or balloon guns - at any moment.

You pass a hideous ornament, a huge tarantula dangling in a cobweb, and then you have company. It emerges from a staff corridor behind you. You can't hear his footsteps, only the sound of him firing up the chainsaw. You snap your heads back. Of course it's a clown. It has sharp, long teeth and evil, tiny eyes. His green hair flutters in thick tufts of fur around his head as he winds the gun again and again under the naked, dangling light bulb.

“Run!” You don't know if any of you are actually saying it, or thinking it, or collectively thinking it, but all at once you start running in the only direction, down the tight, dim corridor. There are only a few flickers of red LED light. The cold brick wall seems to narrow, and the clown's squeaky-grunting saw grows louder. You can feel the slushy ice in the back of your throat. You imagine the touch of the saw in your back. Slowly, you tear Jisung's hand away, though he grips yours with similar fervour.

After a while, the ominous, cruel growl ceases. You pause to exhale, but are invariably on guard. The danger has passed, but it has not gone away. You reassure yourself that it was an actor. The first time you came here, you met a crazy clown with a chainsaw. Of course, if they hold a chainsaw on you and start chasing you, you don't wonder if you've ever had anything like this before, you run.

“Sungie? Are you feeling all right?” you ask, because Jisung is still gasping for breath and leaning on his knees.

He exhales. - I'm fine, it's just a lot to take in at once.

“Can you keep coming?” Seungmin asks.

“If I've come this far, there's no turning back. I might as well go to hell with you.”

You continue down the building's only corridor. íyou come to a small, basement-like room. Here, filthy brick walls protrude and the lighting is also dim, but you can clearly see the woman chained to the other side of the wall, near the exit. Her head is down, her hair completely covering her face. Her naked legs are stretched out, her feet are dirty, covered knee-deep by a hospital gown.

“She'll wake up, right?” Jisung chews his lip. Yes, he'd follow you to hell, you can believe him, but he'd get too hurt on the way, and you can't let that happen. You have to think of something.

“Yeah," Seungmin hums. "I'll take you across.”

“How?”

“First Jisung hyung, then you. You can close your eyes and everything. Trust me.”

Seungmin is generous, chivalrous and above all caring. He always has been, ever since you've known him, but the fact that he shows it so openly, and doesn't hide it behind sarcastic remarks or teasing, makes your heart flutter more than the chase you just experienced. So Jisung hops on Seungmin's back, the latter puts his arms around his thighs and moves towards her with cautious movements. Of course, no matter how cautious, she was waiting just for that, and shaking her chains, she howled. Her bloody, zombie-like face emerges from under what is presumably a wig, and she snarls at Seungmin. Wrestling with the handcuffs, she tries to get to him, stand up and bite him. Seungmin looks like a terminator in comparison. He marches with Jisung on his back. He might otherwise be somewhat frightened, but a sense of responsibility and fear amplifies his persistence. When he has successfully put the boy down, he returns to you. You look at him gratefully, then jump up and hug him tightly.

“VERS,” she screams at the two of you, like an inarticulate curse, while writhing on the ground like a suffering snake. “VERS! VERS! VERS!”

You're really inside the building now. You think you're about to reach the exit. Most of your memories of the place have merged into a nightmarish mass, but you don't think there are too many more obstacles. You then enter a room with skeletons propped up against the walls and discarded, cobwebbed bones crunching on the floor. In the middle of the room is a huge chest. It easily fits a man.

“This too?” You’re displeased. Better to complain than to be afraid. And if it can't be just one of those two, it's still better to complain and be terrified than just be terrified. 

Of course, the crate creaks. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seungmin roll up his sleeves as the lid reveals the contents of the chest. Somebody with a weeping clown mask emerges. They are holding an artificial candle in front of their drooping mask.

“What is the message?” she asks in a tinkling, young girl-like voice that you may hear in your nightmares, and that you've surely heard on the phone today.

“What?”

“To get the surprise, you have to tell us what the final message of your mission was.”

You don't want to play along, but if that's what it takes to see the others again, you swallow your disgust and think hard about what the heck the clown could be thinking about.

Seungmin's patience has run out, though. Surprisingly quickly, he pulls a sword from the skeleton at his side and points it at the clown's throat. His hand doesn't tremble, and he stands tall like a true hero. “No more games. Tell us where our boyfriends are at this instant!”

The clown casually pokes the weapon, and the whole thing shakes.

“It's plastic, honey. A prop, like everything else. The only real thing here is your love.”

“What?” Jisung can't take it anymore. “What the hell is going on? And also... Oh, shit!” He takes a step back. 

In the next moment you understand why. 

“I can’t believe this shit.”

From the darkness, the clown is joined by two more. One tall and muscular, the other shorter, but also muscular. They're ready for action, and Seungmin only has a toy sword.

“I'll ask you one last time. What is the message?” The clown girl tilts her head to the side.

“Fuck you all!” You manage to pull out a sword, too. If that's all you've got, you'll fight with it, but you'll fight anyway.

Jisung raises an axe in his hand and holds it towards the enemy. When it comes to you and the others, his anxiety and fear cannot put any restraints on his ability to stand up for you, and though he didn't believe you in the Donut King, he is proving just how true that is of him, and what a great boyfriend he is. “We want our boyfriends back, dickheads!”

You fall even more in love with both of them. Even if the clowns will defeat you, you're glad you had the chance to get to know and love them.

The clowns giggle, then start approaching you. You don't retreat, holding up your weapons defensively. The shorter clown gets so close to you that the end of your sword begins to twist across his chest, the weak plastic toy unable to take the pressure of muscles. As if on cue, the clown flexes his muscles, your sword is bent to one side, and all you can see is the chest trying to swallow your poor sword. Suddenly you get déjá vu. As if you've seen this chest before. Like you've touched it. It's so familiar.

Testing the power of the weapon, you slam it onto the man's arm, then, taking him by surprise, you lunge forward and pull the mask off his head.

“Ow,” Changbin says, stroking his shoulder. “It stings.”

Jut and Dwae stand in the way of your sword. Your hunch was right. But it only makes you more confused. 

You dodge Changbin and run to the clown who's sword-fighting with Jisung. As soon as you're close enough, you recognize his scent, and even before you take off his mask, you know you'll be greeted by Chan's curly locks and handsome face.

“What the fuck?” Jisung gasps.

Seeing the developments, Seungmin also springs into action. He takes off the little girl's clown mask. Felix smiles up at him. So it wasn't a little girl, it was Felix, changing his voice. 

“I knew I recognized that voice!” Seungmin exclaims. “That's the sound Lix makes when…”

“When?”

Seungmin scratches the back of his head and takes a closer look at his axe. “It's not important.”

“What is important is that we-”

Before you can finish, Jeongin sticks his head in the back doorway of the room. “Is the role-playing game over? Ready for the cake?” Then he takes the situation in, the swords, the whole atmosphere. “Oh, my God! You guys were fighting?”

“You guys had a fight?” Hyunjin appears on one side, Minho on the other.

“Who won?” asks the man who  promised you hugs, hours ago, but instead you see him at the end of a nightmare. Thankfully, unharmed.

“We took this role-playing thing a bit too seriously," Chan replies.

“Role-playing?” you ask.

They're all fine. Felix was the clown on the phone, they left the clues. The evil clowns merged with your boyfriends. It still doesn't add up.

“We've gone clown-themed for the anniversary role play.”

“It was my idea!” Jeongin reports. “Because of the game I bought.”

“Anniversary?” Jisung blinks, surveying your boyfriends as if seeing them for the first time. “What anniversary?”

“Wait... Don't you know what day today is?” Changbin asks.

The three of you shake your heads. As your adrenaline levels drop, you feel empty, with question marks in place of your thoughts. You press on the rubber surface of the mask you hold in your hand, uncertain, looking lost as you lock gazes with Seungmin.

“We thought you were kidnapped by evil clowns,” Jisung whispers.

Felix looks concerned as he speaks softly to the boy. “Yeah?”

“Yes, and we were really fucking worried you'd get hurt if we didn't get here on time.”

“Oh,” Chan acknowledges with a soft look. 

“Please, hyung, don't touch me now,” Jisung steps back when Chan goes to hug him.

“So when we saw the clowns outside, and then you as clowns, we prepared for a life-and-death struggle to save you,” you continue. You don't think it's likely that they meant to hurt you mentally on purpose, but regardless, they must know why Jisung is so upset that he won't even let Chan touch him, and instead backs up next to you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“We're fine,” Jeongin comes under the dim lamplight. “All of us.”

“We're sorry the clowns scared you,” says Changbin with a rueful look on his face, “We figured if Yongbokie didn't flinch, Sungie wouldn't either.”

“We wanted you to enjoy the game,” Felix assures you of their aims.

“What game would that have been?”

“A romantic treasure hunt. But we were clearly shit at organising it. I'm sorry. You can slash me with your swords if you want to.” Chan stands there in exasperation, and means it. He's seriously sorry, and you can smack him for real if you wish.

But Seungmin drops his sword. You follow his example. Jisung's axe also falls to the ground beside you, and he wraps his arms completely around your waist.

“We overreacted,” you admit, stroking Jisung's back in comforting circles. “We immediately assumed the worst after Sungie told me about his nightmare. We dragged Minnie along with us because we couldn't think of a better explanation than the evil clowns who kidnapped you.”

“Can I tell you the real explanation?”

All three of you nod in answer to Chan's question, almost simultaneously.

“Today is your anniversary. A year ago this time, you went on your first three-way date.”

And the picture finally comes together in your head. The toy store in the mall where you picked up Jisung because Google Maps on his phone wouldn't show him properly where Donut King was. In his confusion, he was looking at unicorns. Seungmin bought him one as a joke. At Donut King, Jisung paid for the donut menu, which at the time included slushy. The House of Horrors came up, and Jisung insisted that he really liked these places. Sp that you get to pay for something as well, you offered to go and foot the bill there. You didn't get very far inside, running out into the evening air screaming and holding hands. Seungmin was laughing, and you accused him of squeezing your hands repeatedly in fear. "Maybe I just didn't want you to let go," he had replied, still holding your hands. You knew at that moment that it was your first date, but not your last. And on the fourth, you were drinking slushies again, and those certain nasty-tasting kisses were exchanged.

The timeline unfolded correctly. Even Minho's "I'm going on a date" comment reminded you of your first date. You said the same thing to him when he wanted to pull you to him, but you were so excited you couldn't sit down at the thought of the Jisung-Seungmin date. 

They've organized this reenactment eerily well. It's just a shame that you went down this road on a completely different, much scarier and more dangerous programme, and didn't really bother with the locations, other than getting closer to the destination.

“Fuck,” you groan in shock as the wagon of memories rolls up from your subconscious.

“We forgot our anniversary,” Jisung mutters with similar exasperation.

“Wow, I feel even worse now,” laughs Seungmin bitterly. Felix strokes his upper arm, and then, as Seungmin doesn't pull away, pulls him into a hug and whispers something in his ear. Soothing words, no doubt.

“I'm so, so sorry, babies. It wasn't supposed to be like this- We didn't mean to-”

“It's okay, Chanie,” you say, because Chan is looking more and more like Jisung before he has a panic attack. “We misunderstood each other. No hard feelings.” You extend your free hand toward him. Chan steps up to you and takes it, but his shoulders lower only when Jisung looks up from your shoulder and pulls him into your embrace.

“It wasn't directed at you, Chanie hyung. I was- I'm still confused," Jisung whispers into Chan's neck.

“It's okay, baby. It's a lot to take in, hmm?” He's keeping you both warm, holding you close. "But you survived. You're doing so well."

“And you fought so well, even if it was only with plastic!” says Changbin, who half-holes himself between your shoulders, resting his arm on your hip.

"Oh, yes," Felix counters, "I'll sleep soundly at night. If some dodgy gang should lay eyes on me and kidnap me, I know you'd fight for me even if you only had cheap plastic swords.”

“Of course!” you agree.

“For you, we'd take on half the world, go to houses of horror and fight clowns,” says Jisung, and it's liberating to hear those brave words from his lips, remembering how firmly he and the bard stood up against clowns. “More, I mean.”

“For all of you," Seungmin nods. “Even for you, Minho hyung.”

“My heart is racing, Minnie,” grins Minho, mocking but affectionate.

“Do you want a group hug? Or would you like to see the surprise?” Jeongin asks, still close to the curtain. From the tone of his voice, he's looking forward to seeing how you'll react. Today, however, there were suddenly too many surprises, and a good hug is never worth missing.

“Come here and give me a hug, you evil clowns," Jisung puts your thoughts into words.

“Don't say that so loudly. There's more than one person here with that job description. Do you want to hug them too?” asks the approaching Hyunjin.

“I don't think so. Especially not the chainsaw guy.”

“Did you rent the place by the way?” Seungmin grabs Jeongin and comes up from behind, clinging to him in a central embrace.

“Yes, but only for a while. It'll be open to everyone again soon, which is why it was important for you to be here on time.”

“We ran like our lives depended on it!”

“You did, hon.” Chan pat you on the head. “You're here now, and there's nothing wrong.”

“Squeezing hug!” Felix shouts, and your boyfriends really do squeeze. It's so much better than when nervousness did this to the inside of your body. This hug is reassuring and reinforces the knowledge that you have nothing to worry about. They are all here, safe and as close to you as possible.

“My love?” Jisung gently nudges your neck with his nose. You wonder how he can move. You're pressed face-first against Chan's chest. Not that you mind, it's a great place.

“Hmm?”

“Happy anniversary!”

“Oh, yeah. Happy anniversary, Sungie!” You find a way with your strong sense of logic to get yourself in a position to kiss his face. “And you too, Minnie!”

“Happy anniversary,” he appears, sliding through the comforting huddle of hips and arms. “I can't believe I've been bearing with you all for a year.” Even though he says it in vain, the kiss on your cheek says he's more than happy to put up with you. 

As you lean away from him and give way to Jisung, you notice that Chan is eyeing you rather softly.

“What is it?”

“He's been dying to kiss you since we started getting ready. He only talked about you between two tasks. How excited he is to see you, and how he hopes you'll be happy to-”

“That's enough, Lix." Chan was so embarrassed that if you wre to lay your head back on his chest, you would feel the heat radiating through his shirt. "Let's go see the surprise. I hear you bouncing, Innie.”

And though the others start to leave, Seungmin pulls Chan back just as he's about to go. Without any explanation, he grabs his face and kisses him, then nods to Jisung. Jisung kisses him with similar enthusiasm. You hug him tightly, not stopping at a kiss, but trail a series of pecks on his cheek until he starts giggling.

“How's the mixed slushy?”

“Awful. But I can take it.”

"Chop-chop, lovers," shouts Hyunjin. "Innie-yah is considering breaking up with you, and no one can distract him.”

“We're coming.”

“We're really coming.”

“Anything for Innie!”

The room behind the curtains is like it's not part of the house of horrors. The colourful sequins and heart-shaped ornaments, the cute cake fitting itself on top of the table covered with fancy abros, and the all-encompassing 'Happy Anniversary' text stretched across the table.

“Wow.” You try to take in the whole sight and fit it into the picture you have of today. First they planned it all: the treasure hunt stations, the game, and then they decorated and furnished this room for you. They remembered and staged the anniversary you forgot.

“Do you like it?” Jeongin asks. “Or is it too much?”

“It's all right,” Seungmin hums.

“Just all right?” Jeongin is mildly indignant.

Seungmin smiles like an angel. "I mean, I like it. But not as much as I love you, Innie-yah.”

Jeongin puffs, but you can tell he's satisfied with that answer. After Jisung and you confirm that they've all done a good job, he sees the time has come to give Felix permission to cut the cake.

Soon, the small room is filled with the sound of clinking forks and conversation, the sound of home that you missed terribly without them.

“I'm glad I didn't kick you in the balls after all,” you report to Changbin between bites. You're also glad you've calmed down and can joke around again.

“Did you plan on doing that?” He leans against the table and blinks at you, shocked.

“Well, you're clearly stronger than me. I had to be sneaky.”

“Mean, but clever. If you were in trouble and I wasn't there, by all means, do it.”

“Hmm,” you nod.

“Taste good?” Felix comes to you with a hopeful look.

“Heavenly,” you tell him.

“I'm pregnant,” says Changbin enthusiastically.

Felix playfully frowns. "That can't be from my cake. It's Hyune’s merit.”

“Yah!”

“Oh. What an indiscreet exchange of ideas.” Jisung also appears in your humble circle, his cheeks stuffed.

“You're always there when something spicy happens, aren't you?” Felix shakes his head, wiping a smear of cream from Jisung's upper lip, who is chewing his cake voraciously, his face so innocently puffy you wouldn't think he'd approach you for the juicy details.

“It's not that. I'm here to pick up my lover, with whom I'm celebrating our anniversary. I want to be with them today.”

“Aw,” comments Changbin.

”But of course, if some sex-related information hits my ears on the way, it's not my problem,” he grins, as much as his full cheeks will allow.

“Uhuh, uhuh, sure.”

“Well, honey? Care to join me and Minnie for a toast?”

You nod, so you round up to find your third partner. Of course, in this relatively small room, it's not difficult. He's talking to Hyunjin, though he's looking stunned at the moment. When you get there, he turns to you and shares his verdict.

“We’re stupid.”

“A real anniversary present is the plural,” you flutter your eyelashes.

“No, we really are stupid.”

“Gosh, no need to overdo it though,” Jisung shuts the other one's mouth. Seungmin frowns disgruntledly and manages to pry Jisung's hand away, but doesn't speak again.

“Why have we suddenly become so stupid? Apart from the fact that we imagined ourselves in a hostage drama today?”

“The more creative part of your boyfriends made up a pun,” Hyunjin explains, casually running his hands down your back. “Yongbokie named it the message of your mission. Though I think it was more of an easter egg, and you didn't necessarily have to guess.”

“I remember him asking us something like that. That's when Minnie pulled a ‘sword’ on him.”

“And he was referring to the pun. Words were hidden at different stations. First, there was 'happy'. Then 'ary'. The name 'Annie' was written on the bard of one of the clowns on guard outside. Finally, there was the woman in chains shouting 'vers'. Put it together.”

“Happy anniversary," sighs Seungmin, brokenly. He doesn't like to look dumb.

“We really didn't pay attention to that.”

“You went in a completely different direction, you didn't go through the day as a game. I don't think you're irredeemably silly, just cute.”

“Thank you, Hyune,” you gratefully snuggle closer to him, enjoying the way his hand slides further around your waist and he pulls you closer.

“Hey, don't take my anniversary partner!” Seungmin shouts at him.

“They can't be taken away,” you report. “They’ve a mind of their own. And they're sad because you called them really stupid.”

“You're not really stupid. But even if you were, I'd still love you," he says, holding out his palm to you.

You accept it with a smile and, together with Jisung, go to the table to clink glasses.

“Let me do it,” Minho spins to you in a cavalier manner, holding the unopened champagne in the palm of his hand. His immaculate appearance is marred by the creaminess of his cheekbones and forehead.

“You promised me a hug,” you remind him as he hustles the cork.

He smiles lazily. “Oh, yes. I remember perfectly well that you couldn't resist me, sweetie. And I remember what I promised you. You'll have it when we get home.”

Chan and Jeongin line up the glasses. Chan's chin is creamy and Jeongin's nose is creamy too, a picturesque testimony to the fun they just had with Minho.

Jisung, Seungmin and you get the first three glasses. Jisung turns towards you, and you get the feeling he wants to make a toast in front of everyone. He is excited and smiling, not nervously biting his nails or tapping his foot. Seungmin looks at him with interest, a sweet smile in the corner of his mouth and a twinkle in his eye. They're relaxed, happy, in love, and so you can truly appreciate that this is yours. You've had these two brave, fine men for a year.

“You know how to make this night perfect?” Jisung finally asks. “We must teach Doongie the national anthem.”

Everyone looks puzzled, but you laugh with him, and Seungmin smiles too. Then you clink glasses with each other and the others, but for the moment you say no more about it, no matter how curious they are - especially Minho. For now, it's just your inside joke on your crazy but ultimately rewarding anniversary, which was about you in the most dramatic way.

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It had been a splendid day, and I had envisioned concluding it in Chan's dorm, surrounded by his friends, after a delightful dinner together. Alas, our busy schedules had thwarted our plans for an outing, leading us to settle for a cozy meal at home instead. When I arrived, I found Chan and the boys already at ease with their takeout, but something in the atmosphere was off.

"Hi, boys!" I called out, my excitement tempered by the subtle tension in the room. Chan greeted me with a distracted nod, his smile lacking its usual warmth. "Hi, baby girl," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I’ve missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," I replied, hoping my embrace would offer some comfort despite the apparent stress weighing on him.

"I’ll just take a quick shower and join you all," I announced, trying to maintain a light tone.

"Alright, baby," Chan replied, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "Do you want me to join you?"

"Uhm, no, I'll be quick. I don’t think we’d make much progress with you in the shower," I responded, giving him a playful wink in an attempt to lighten the mood, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that his stress was a barrier I’d need to navigate carefully.

After my shower, I retreated to Chan's room, slipping into one of his comfortable, endearing tees. I began my nightly skincare routine, finding solace in the familiar ritual. With some idle time on my hands, I scrolled through my phone, only to stumble upon an article featuring Chan. At first, I chuckled, dismissing it as just another fanciful media creation.

But as I opened the article, my laughter quickly faded. There, in a photograph, was Chan with Somi, their faces alight with genuine happiness as they shared a moment at a restaurant. The sight of them together was like a jolt, sending a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me. Chan had never mentioned this encounter, and seeing them so close rekindled the grudge I had long harbored against Somi—a resentment that had been simmering since the early days when Chan and I were just friends.

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Somi and I met through Chan and the boys. They introduced her when I started hanging out with them more often. I soon noticed that Somi had feelings for Chan, though he seemed completely unaware. She took advantage of this by getting close to Chan, despite the fact that something was developing between Chan and me. Chan and I shared unspoken feelings for each other—something that everyone else seemed to be aware of, except for us. Neither Chan nor I had yet acknowledged the burgeoning emotions between us.  One thing I made clear to Chan early in our relationship was my concern about Somi. I told him explicitly that she wasn’t a true friend and seemed intent on coming between us. Somi had never hidden her displeasure at our relationship, and whenever I was with Chan and the boys, her discomfort was palpable—an unease that seemed to be noticed only by Han and me. I tried to express my worries to Chan, but he dismissed them as overthinking. He reassured me that no one could create a rift between us, soothing my anxieties with his warm embrace. His words and presence made me feel cherished, allowing me to let go of my worries and fully enjoy our time together. As long as he was by my side, his love was a comforting shield against any doubts or fears, making every moment with him feel loved and secure.

Chan returned to the room, clad in comfy clothes, and slid into bed beside me. His kiss was soft yet intense, a promise of his affection that melted away my irritation. I tried to push aside the thought of Somi's late-night call and let myself be swept away by the moment. Our passion ignited as our kisses grew deeper and more fervent. We explored each other with a hunger that left our skin tingling, each touch and caress a testament to the love we shared. The warmth of his body against mine, combined with our shared intimacy, made me forget all else, immersing us in a night of heated, unspoken desire. After our passionate night, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. When morning arrived, I busied myself preparing breakfast for Chan, who kept me company by sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Oh, Somi called me last night and left a bunch of texts. I wonder what that’s about..."

I played it casual, trying to mask my curiosity. "Hmm, I wonder what could be so urgent," I replied, feigning innocence about the call he received.

"She just wanted to catch up, and apparently, she needs some help with an album," Chan said, scrolling through his phone. I felt a twinge of annoyance, knowing deep down that her real intention was to see him.

"Uhmm, she wants to catch up at 11:30 PM?" I asked, unable to completely mask my jealousy and making my discomfort with Somi's advances evident.

Chan chuckled at my reaction. "Ah, baby, come on. She just needs some help. You know your boyfriend is one of the best producers around. Who wouldn’t want free help from me?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes playfully. "Well, if you say so," I replied, though my feelings were still a mix of irritation and affection.

Chan slid off the counter and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me tightly against him. His breath was warm and tantalizing against my neck as he whispered, "You look incredibly hot when you're jealous, you know? It makes me want to show you just how completely I’m yours, and how entirely you’re mine."

He began to trail soft, lingering kisses along my neck, each touch gentle yet electrifying. His lips brushed my skin with a mix of tenderness and desire, creating a slow, sensual dance of affection. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his touch a constant reminder of the passion and connection we shared. Every kiss was a promise, a pledge of his devotion and an invitation to lose ourselves in each other’s embrace.

I turned to face him, holding his gaze with a playful glint in my eyes. "Well, prove it then," I teased, my voice dripping with flirtation. "Show me that you're all mine."

Chan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "Oh, you didn’t have to ask, baby girl. I was already planning to do just that."

With a swift, confident motion, he swept me off my feet, abandoning the breakfast I had been preparing—salad and orange juice forgotten. He carried me effortlessly to his room, where he laid me gently on the bed. His lips found mine in a fervent, passionate kiss, igniting a new wave of desire between us. Each kiss was infused with a deep longing, a promise of the morning's intimate connection. Chan's lips moved to my neck, his kisses igniting a fire that made me forget everything else on my mind. We began to slowly undress each other, our hands exploring with a mix of tenderness and fervor. As we shed our clothes, we lost ourselves in the act of adoration, each touch and caress a celebration of our passion and connection. We worshiped each other with a deep, consuming intensity, every moment becoming an intimate testament to our desire and devotion. His lips descended on my skin with a fervent hunger, wrapping around my sensitive bud. He sucked and bit gently, his touch a delicious blend of passion and tenderness. As he fondled and lavished it with affection, every sensation heightened my desire, leaving me yearning for more. “Uhm fuck, please stop teasing me, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and longing. “Just fuck me already.”

Chan’s eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as he chuckled softly. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, baby girl?” he said, his voice rich with playful mockery. He reveled in the sight of my desperate need, enjoying every moment of my heightened anticipation.

“Maybe you should ask me a bit more nicely, and then I might just give it to you,” he said with a teasing grin, spanking my ass as if to emphasize his playful dominance.

I arched my back, my breath coming in quick, heated bursts. “Please, Channie,” I begged, my voice a sultry whisper. “Please fuck me.” My hands gripped the sheets as I pleaded, my desperation palpable. Every inch of me ached for his touch, and I begged with an intensity that mirrored the burning desire inside me, hoping he would finally surrender to my need. “There you go, love,” he said softly, his voice dripping with affection. “That’s all you needed to say, baby.” He began to pepper kisses across my cheeks, each touch gentle yet filled with yearning, his eyes locking with mine in a tender gaze.

“You’re my good girl,” he murmured between kisses, his words laced with admiration. “Such a good girl for me.” Overwhelmed by his tenderness, I whispered back, “I love you,” my voice trembling with emotion. As his lips found mine in a deep, passionate kiss, he puts his dick inside me, slowly, ensuring each movement was gentle and considerate, his touch intended to bring pleasure without pain. As he gradually increased his pace, a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ohhh yesss,” I gasped, savoring every second of his loving attention. Each movement was deliberate, a testament to his desire to show me just how deeply he cared. His rhythm and intensity built a crescendo of pleasure, enveloping us both in a cocoon of shared ecstasy. “You like it, baby?” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as he continued his steady rhythm. “You got what you wanted so badly, didn’t you?”

His words were punctuated by the deep, satisfying pressure that made me shiver with pleasure. I nodded, my breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. “Yes baby” I managed to reply, my voice tinged with need and satisfaction.

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine with a teasing glint. “Can you take it if I go harder, baby? Hmm?” His voice was a deep, seductive growl, each word dripping with the promise of heightened pleasure. His fingers, both tender and urgent, traced gentle patterns on my skin, the anticipation of his next move hanging tantalizingly in the air.

“Yes, yes, I can take it, Channie,” I breathed, my voice quivering with need and anticipation. “Go harder, please.”

A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he responded, “You asked for it, baby, and I’m going to give it to my baby girl.” With a deliberate motion, he spread my legs wider, positioning himself to explore me with even greater intensity. Each movement was calculated to amplify the pleasure, his touch both demanding and loving, as he fulfilled my every desire.

I clung to his shoulders, feeling the hard, warm contours of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Our chests pressed together, the heat of his body merging with mine, creating a shared warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. The sensation of our skin touching and moving in rhythm was intoxicating, each breath drawing us closer, each heartbeat syncing in a passionate dance. Those veiny hands, always my weakness, wrapped around my neck with a possessive yet gentle grip. The sensation of his fingers against my skin was electrifying, as he applied a light pressure that made my breath hitch. Each touch of his hand was both firm and tender, a teasing reminder of his control and desire. The intimacy of his grip sent waves of warmth and arousal through me, heightening the connection between us and amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“Channie , I’m gonna come” I gasped, my voice a breathy murmur as pleasure built within me.

“Yeah? Already?” he chuckled, his tone dripping with playful affection. “Hold on for me, love. Just a little longer.”

With a renewed urgency, he quickened his pace, his thrusts growing more intense and deliberate. His fingers moved with expert precision, pressing and rubbing against my sensitive bud with an electrifying pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction causing my body to writhe and quiver. Each touch was calculated to heighten my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge as the waves of ecstasy became almost too intense to bear.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur as we both approached the peak of our pleasure. “Come all over my Cock.”

In a shared wave of ecstasy, we reached the climax together. “I love you,” I breathed out between heated kisses, our breaths mingling in a fervent dance. Our mouths met in passionate, rushed kisses, each touch conveying the depth of our affection and the overwhelming intensity of our shared moment.

After that day, I found myself unable to broach the subject of the incident with Somi. Chan’s unwavering affection had so thoroughly dispelled the shadows of doubt and jealousy that lingered in my mind. His love had washed over me, erasing every trace of anxiety and leaving me content to postpone discussing the matter until another time.

As the image lingered on my screen, I was left grappling with a surge of feelings. The jealousy I had managed to suppress was now bubbling to the surface, fueled by the unexpected revelation. I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal and confusion, knowing that Chan had kept this from me. The unresolved tension with Somi, which I had hoped to move past, now seemed to demand my attention once more.

Just as I was wrestling with these thoughts, Chan entered the room, his demeanor still marked by the stress of his work. His earlier frustration was evident, casting a shadow over his usually warm presence. He greeted me with a weary smile, unaware of the storm of emotions I was navigating. The contrast between his strained mood and my turbulent feelings made the moment even more fraught with complexity.

As I closed the article, a deep sigh escaped my lips. I needed to address these feelings, but the weight of my emotions made it difficult to find the right words. Chan's love had indeed made me forget the jealousy, but the sight of him with Somi had rekindled old uncertainties. It was clear that we would need to confront this issue sooner or later, but for now, I resolved to focus on our present, cherishing the love we shared while preparing myself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As Chan entered the room, his demeanor was still marked by the stress of his work. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes carried a weariness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing inside me.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions I was feeling.

“Yeah, just a rough day love” Chan replied, his voice carrying the strain of his work. He sat down on the bed, his usual vibrancy dimmed.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my anger and hurt. I wanted to confront him about the photograph but wasn’t sure how to begin. “You want to talk about it?” I asked, hoping to break the ice and find a way to discuss what was troubling me.

He shook his head slightly, offering a faint smile. “It’s okay love. Just need to unwind.” He patted the space beside him, inviting me to sit.

I took the spot next to him, my mind racing with a mix of betrayal, anger, and disappointment. Seeing Chan and Somi together had stirred up old grievances and left me feeling deeply hurt. I struggled to mask my feelings, but the sting was undeniable.

Chan must have sensed my discomfort. He looked at me with concern. “Hey, you’ve been quiet. Everything okay love?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice despite the simmering anger. “I saw something earlier today—an article about you and Somi. It looked like you two were having a great time together.”

Chan’s face registered surprise and then discomfort. “Oh, that. Baby, I forgot to mention that. It was just a dinner celebrating the success of her album, Nothing more."

His explanation only fueled my frustration. “You knew how I felt about her and how unhappy I am with her spending time with you. You know she’s been trying to win you over. Don’t you think you should have at least mentioned this to me right after it happened?”

Chan’s expression shifted to irritation. “baby Seriously? You’re getting upset over this? It was just a dinner. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

The tension between us escalated. “Not a big deal? You’re dismissing my feelings. It’s not just about a dinner; it’s about trust and consideration. I find out from an article instead of you. That feels like a betrayal.”

Chan’s frustration was evident as he rubbed his temples. “I’m dealing with a lot right now. Can’t you see that this is just adding to it? I didn’t think you’d blow up over something so minor.”

“Minor to you, maybe,” I shot back. “But for me, it’s about how you handle things. When I have to hear about your interactions with someone I’ve been clear about not liking, it makes me question how much you really consider my feelings.”

The room was thick with unresolved tension as we sat in silence, the weight of our emotions hanging heavy. Chan’s irritation and my hurt created a chasm that seemed difficult to bridge in that moment.

 “Y/N, you’re just overthinking this,” Chan said, his voice straining with frustration. “She hasn’t said or hinted about anything such as feelings. She’s been asking to catch up for a while, and it was her album release last week. Don’t you think it’s only polite for me to attend that? And don’t believe those stupid rumors you see. It wasn’t a freaking date. It was just a friendly dinner, for fucks sake.”

His dismissive tone only fueled the anger that was bubbling inside me. I felt a surge of frustration and disbelief at how he could minimize my feelings so easily. “So, it’s just about being polite now? You’re telling me that after everything, you couldn’t have at least told me about this? You know how much I dislike her and how uncomfortable I am with her trying to get close to you. This isn’t just about a dinner, Chan. It’s about respect and communication. It feels like you’re dismissing my feelings and making excuses!”

Chan’s face hardened, frustration evident. “I’m doing my best to manage everything, and you’re blowing this out of proportion. I just genuinely forgot about it. It was just a casual meet-up to celebrate her album. You’re letting these rumors get to you and making a big deal out of nothing.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and disappointment. “It’s not just about what you think is ‘nothing,’ Chan. It’s about how you handle things that concern us both. When you keep things from me and act like my concerns are trivial, it makes me feel unimportant and disrespected. This isn’t just about a dinner—it’s about how you’re treating me and our relationship.”

The tension between us was palpable, a raw and jagged edge that made it hard to find common ground. Our words hung in the air, the weight of our emotions casting a shadow over the room. My voice rose as I realized the depth of the issue. “You had a whole week to tell me about this, We share every detail of our days. How could you forget to mention this? You said it was a week ago—was that the day you came home late? You told me you had to work late and meet a friend for work. Was this the friend you mentioned?”

Chan’s frustration grew as my voice rose. “Tone it down; the boys are in the next room.”

“Oh, please, like I care,” I snapped back, my voice sharp. “This isn’t just about noise, Chan. This is about you brushing off my concerns.”

Chan’s face reddened, his patience wearing thin. He stepped closer, the intensity in his eyes sharpening. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Yeah, she was the friend I mentioned. I didn’t say it was Somi because I knew you’d overthink it. I thought I’d tell you when I got home. But I couldn’t bring it up that night because things were too peaceful between us—I didn’t want to ruin it. And after that, I just let it slide because I thought it wasn’t worth the fight. But yeah, I wanted to tell you, but I forgot.”

I shook my head, my anger burning. “So, you just forgot? You think that’s acceptable? We share every detail of our lives, and now you’re telling me you just forgot? You come home late, say you’re working, and then conveniently ‘forget’ to mention this?”

Chan’s jaw tightened, frustration and ego clashing. “I’m not trying to play games, but seriously, if you’re going to turn every small issue into a major crisis, then maybe we need to rethink how we handle things.”

With a sudden, almost palpable shift in the air, Chan closed the distance between us. He backed me against the wall, his presence looming and intense. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “Y/N, you better watch your tone. You don’t want the boys finding out how much of a disobedient brat you are. They don’t need to know how you’re pushing my limits right now.”

His hand slid up the wall, his fingers gripping firmly. With a deliberate movement, he placed his other hand around my throat, his grip just tight enough to make me gasp. The pressure was a mix of control and a raw, intense desire, his touch both commanding and possessive. “You think this is just about forgetting something? It’s not. It’s about how you’re testing my patience and pushing my limits. Every time you dig deeper, you’re playing with fire. I’m trying to keep things from blowing up, but you keep pushing, and it’s driving me wild. So, here’s your warning: tread carefully, or you might find out just how intense this can get.”

Despite the suffocating heat of the moment and the fierce grip on my throat, I held his gaze without a hint of fear. My blood was boiling, a mix of anger and adrenaline surging through me. I refused to break eye contact, staring into his fierce eyes, determined to show him that even in this charged confrontation, I wouldn’t back down.

The space between us crackled with a mixture of anger and simmering, almost dangerous desire. His grip on my throat was both a threat and an invitation, a reminder of the raw, electric tension between us. As his eyes bore into mine, the intensity of the moment made my pulse quicken, and the boundary between conflict and something far more primal seemed to blur. My breath hitched, and every glance, every touch, was charged with an undercurrent of sexual tension that left me breathless and conflicted.

He then seized my lower lip with a firm grip, dragging it down with a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver through me. His thumb traced over the edge with an almost predatory grace, the contact both teasing and electrifying. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ he murmured, his voice a low, sultry growl that seemed to echo in the charged silence between us. His gaze was intense, his eyes smoldering with a blend of dark amusement and smoldering heat. ‘Where’s that defiant brat who was so quick to talk back just moments ago?’ His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and the dangerous allure of control, making the space between us crackle with a palpable, simmering tension.

As I opened my mouth to retort, a sharp knock on the door shattered the charged atmosphere. ‘We’ve got our food, guys! Hurry before it’s all gone!’ Changbin’s voice was a blunt intrusion, slicing through the simmering tension. Chan’s gaze hardened into a stern command, a silent order that left no room for defiance. His eyes, dark with authority, locked onto mine, a clear message of control. With a resigned, almost begrudging gesture, he swung the door open, his presence still a palpable force. I followed him out, each step an uneasy dance between my wounded ego and the unresolved frustration that burned beneath the surface. The taste of his dominance lingered, a sharp reminder of his control that only deepened my irritation as we moved into the hallway.

I forced a smile as I faced the others, my effort to conceal the recent clash with Chan clear in every strained curve of my lips. Despite the lingering heat of our argument, I plastered on a cheerful facade and engaged with the group, deliberately avoiding Chan’s piercing gaze. ‘Which movie should we watch?’ Hyunjin’s question broke the uneasy silence, his voice bright and casual.

As suggestions flew around—some enticing, others mundane—we finally settled on a family comedy. It wasn’t my first choice, but I agreed to it, my reluctance masked by the pretense of casual interest. Every moment I spent in the presence of the group was a calculated distraction from Chan’s unwavering, intense stare, which seemed to follow me like a relentless shadow. The comedy played on, but the undercurrent of our earlier confrontation remained, a simmering tension beneath the surface.

The evening unfolded with a casual ease as we shared food and laughter over a random family comedy—a film that barely held my interest but was more than made up for by the lively company. Yet, amidst the warmth and camaraderie, my attention kept returning to Chan. Seated in the shadowed corner with his laptop, he was ostensibly lost in work, but I could feel his gaze like a simmering heat against my skin.

Every now and then, my senses would catch the subtle intensity of his scrutiny, a silent force that seemed to coil around me. When our eyes finally locked, I couldn’t help but roll mine in a deliberate gesture of defiance. His reaction was swift and unmistakable—a slow, deliberate poke of his tongue against his cheek, a subtle yet potent sign of his growing irritation.

The exchange ignited a fire within me. His irritation was not a deterrent but a spark that kindled my own rising irritation. The air was thick with tension. I decided to turn up the heat, teasing him from my seat. I moved slowly, arching my back and letting my fingers brush over my shirt’s neckline, drawing attention to my collarbone. Each move was deliberate, meant to provoke him from his spot in the front right corner.

Even though I was angry, I couldn’t ignore how much I wanted him. I felt a heat building between my legs, a sign of how much he affected me. Every glance and movement was meant to stir him up, making my frustration and desire mix into an intense feeling that I couldn’t hide.

Moments later, Chan took out his phone and sent me a message “Meet me in the room in 5,” it read, his tone commanding. My pulse quickened at the command, and though every part of me wanted to obey, my frustration held me back. I couldn’t help but smirk as I shot back a defiant “No, thanks. I’m good right here.” even as I could feel my body’s eager response to his words. The heat building between my legs was a stark reminder of how much he affected me, a delicious torment that only heightened my desire.

His response was immediate and unmistakable. I could almost feel the heat of his frustration through the screen. The tension between us escalated, each of his silent responses heightening the challenge. His irritation was palpable, and I could sense the thin veneer of his control beginning to crack.

As the movie came to an end, the guys began bidding each other good night. Their cheerful farewells were a stark contrast to the simmering tension between Chan and me. I hurried to the washroom, my heart pounding with a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement.

In the privacy of the washroom, I went through my routine with trembling hands, my mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. The sound of laughter and footsteps from the living room seemed distant and muted, overshadowed by the charged silence that awaited me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation, my nerves tingling with both excitement and trepidation.

I hurried to the bedroom, my heart pounding as I tried to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of my flustered and nervous face. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and took a moment to steady myself. I muttered under my breath, irritation seeping into my voice. “I need to stop being so worked up,” I told myself, frustrated with the way my emotions had gotten the better of me. I was determined to talk things out with Chan, but I knew I had to do it calmly and without letting my irritation completely take over.

I waited impatiently for Chan to arrive, trying to distract myself with my skincare routine. Each movement, from smoothing on moisturizer to gently massaging in serum, felt like a slow, deliberate act meant to ease the restlessness that pulsed through me. The door creaked open and Chan walked in, his presence immediately shifting the air in the room. With a decisive click, he locked the door behind him, the sound echoing like a prelude to what was about to unfold.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as he approached, his gaze burning with a heat that made my skin prickle. I could feel the intensity of his stare, like a tangible force that wrapped around me, making my heart race and my breath hitch. The mirror reflected his eyes, dark with unspoken desires, as he watched me with an almost predatory focus.

I summoned every bit of confidence I could muster, my body reacting to the charged atmosphere. I arched an eyebrow, turning slightly to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. “You still haven’t given me an explanation,” I said, my voice dripping with a provocative mix of challenge and allure. The words were meant to provoke, to draw him in, but the way he looked at me, with that smoldering intensity, made the air between us thick with undeniable, electric tension.

Chan closed the distance between us with a purposeful stride, his presence overwhelming as he stepped behind me. His hands moved with a commanding intensity—one hand gripping my hair tightly, pulling me to my feet, and the other sliding around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. The pain from his grip on my scalp was sharp but strangely exhilarating, a testament to the roughness that both unsettled and thrilled me.

I felt his body press against mine, the heat and strength of him a constant reminder of the power he wielded. As he pushed me roughly against the wall, my back arched slightly, and I tried to push him away with a half-hearted resistance. My attempts were weak, almost perfunctory, as part of me still wanted to cling to the defiant stance I’d taken. The tight grip on my neck made it hard to speak, but I managed to hold on to my resolve, even as my body responded to his touch with a mix of frustration and undeniable desire.

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within me, I refused to let go of my stance. As much as I wanted to surrender to the sensation of his dominance, I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook without getting the explanation I needed. The mixture of pain and pleasure made my pulse race, and my thoughts were a chaotic blend of yearning and irritation, driven by the need to resolve our argument while still acknowledging the fierce attraction between us.

The kiss was a wild rush, a clash of heated emotions and desperate need. Chan’s lips moved against mine with a fierce urgency, his grip on my neck and hair tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The sensation of his tongue parting my lips and sliding against mine was electrifying, a deep, passionate exploration that seemed to consume every ounce of my resolve.

I was pressed against him, my body molded to his as I instinctively reached up, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. I gripped them tightly, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him more firmly against me. The roughness of his kiss, combined with the force of his body pressing me against the wall, sent waves of desire crashing through me, mingled with the frustration of our earlier argument.

Chan didn’t stop; he continued to rub himself against me, his movements fervent and unrelenting. The anger inside me fueled my determination not to give in easily. I tried to push him away lightly, my voice strained but defiant. “Don’t think I’m letting you fuck me without an explanation,” I managed to say between kisses, my attempts to resist failing as he pressed on.

With a mocking smirk, Chan whispered, “Let’s see about that,” his voice dripping with cocky assurance. His lips traveled to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and searing hickeys that made me gasp and shiver. I tried to push him away again, but he only chuckled, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory gleam. “You can push me all you want,” he taunted, “I’m not gonna stop until you say the safe word.”

In one swift motion, Chan tore off my shirt, exposing me completely. His eyes widened momentarily, and then a low, mocking laugh escaped his lips. “You’re such a tease,” he drawled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and dark desire. “Walking around braless, practically daring me to notice. Did you enjoy the thought that anyone might see your hard nipples? Maybe it was just for me, hmm?”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my exposed skin as he pinched my bud roughly, eliciting a sharp cry from me. The pain was immediate and intense, sending a jolt through my body, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of unexpected pleasure. The sting was both punishing and exhilarating, making me shudder and gasp.

Chan's relentless movements continued as he pressed his body against mine with increasing intensity. His knees rubbed against my core, and I couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan, the sound escaping me despite my attempt to suppress it. The embarrassment of how easily I was giving in to him only fueled my frustration, a mix of shame and undeniable pleasure coursing through me.

Chan’s smirk widened, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on me. He took my reaction as a victory, his ego visibly bolstered by the sound of my involuntary moan. Without missing a beat, he shifted his focus, leaning down to suck harshly on my sensitive bud. The combination of his aggressive sucking, accompanied by a mix of kisses and bites, made me gasp and writhe against him, caught between intense pleasure and a gnawing sense of surrender.

As his mouth worked its way over me with relentless, domineering force, he continued to kiss and tease, proving his craving for every inch of me. His lips traveled from my chest downwards, leaving a trail of heated kisses and tantalizing bites as he moved lower. When he reached my belly button, he paused briefly, his tongue flicking teasingly around it before continuing south. His kisses grew more insistent as he moved to my hipbones, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I found myself struggling to control the desperate urge to let go completely.

Despite my inner turmoil, I could barely muster the words. I managed to whisper, “Chan… wait…” My voice was a mix of pleading and hesitation, a fragile attempt to assert control while desperately wanting him to stop before I lost myself completely. Chan's gaze remained fixed on mine, his smirk never fading as he reached for my shorts. He deftly slid them down, revealing my dampness. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he traced a finger through the slick evidence of my desire, a smirk curling on his lips as he elicited a moan from me with the contact. The sensation of his finger rubbing through my wetness was both torturous and thrilling, pushing me closer to the edge of surrender despite my attempts to hold on.

Chan’s finger traced through my wetness, his touch deliberately slow and teasing as he rubbed my bud, leaving me needy and quivering. Every motion heightened my arousal, making me acutely aware of my complete vulnerability. I was fully exposed and weak, standing naked before him while he remained fully dressed, an embodiment of control and dominance. The deep contrast between our states only intensified my desire, fueling a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

With a firm grip, Chan turned me around, pushing me against the wall. He held my hands behind my back, securing them with a commanding hold. His voice was a mix of sternness and mocking amusement as he leaned in close. “You could have told me you wanted to be treated like a slut,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “You didn’t have to make up such a drama. Acting like a freaking brat, going against me.”

The harshness of his words and the dominance in his tone made my pulse race, the combination of his control and my exposed state pushing me further into a state of yearning and surrender. His hands were firm and unyielding as he held me in place, the stark contrast between his composed demeanor and my helplessness igniting a fierce, uncontrollable desire within me.

The contrast between his control and my naked vulnerability only heightened my frustration. Despite my position, I couldn't hold back. I glared at him over my shoulder, the defiance in my eyes undeniable. “Is this how you really get off, Chan?” I snapped back, trying to muster every ounce of defiance I could. “By making me feel worthless? You think you can just bully me into submission?”

Chan's eyes darkened with anger at my insolence. His grip tightened on my wrists, pulling them harder behind my back as he pressed his body closer against mine. “Oh, so you want to play the brat, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m not going to hold back just because you’re acting like a spoiled child. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

His words were sharp, his tone harsh and unrelenting. With a sudden roughness, he began to push against me, his body pressing me harder into the wall. His movements were forceful and commanding, each touch and thrust deliberate, aimed at breaking down my resistance. His hands roamed over my exposed skin with a brutal intensity, his fingers leaving heated marks as he gripped and maneuvered me.

“You wanted to act tough and defiant,” he continued, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. I’m going to show you just how much control I have, and you’re going to take every bit of it.”

His anger and frustration fueled his roughness, each word and movement a testament to his dominance. The fierceness of his actions, combined with his degrading remarks, made me shiver with a mixture of fear and intense arousal. His complete control over me, coupled with his harsh treatment, left me teetering on the edge, caught between the torment of his dominance and the desperate need he ignited within me.

Chan’s grip remained relentless as he maneuvered me toward the bed, his forceful movements making it clear he was in complete control. With a decisive push, he sent me sprawling onto the bed, my body falling onto my back with a soft thud. I lay there, catching my breath, my mind spinning from the intensity of his rough treatment and the overwhelming arousal that coursed through me. The room seemed to tilt as I struggled to regain my composure, the lingering effects of his dominance leaving me dizzy and craving more.

Chan stepped away briefly, leaving me momentarily alone. I took the chance to breathe, trying to steady myself as I processed the heady mix of frustration and desire that had taken over. My skin was still tingling from his touch, and the ache of anticipation was almost unbearable.

When Chan returned, he held a pair of leather handcuffs in his hand. My eyes widened slightly at the sight; it was rare for him to bring them out unless the situation called for serious restraint. His gaze was intense, his demeanor unyielding. “Get on all fours, on the bed,” he commanded, his voice firm and unrelenting.

I hesitated, staring at him with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. Chan’s expression shifted into a wicked smile, a glint of both warning and temptation in his eyes. He moved closer, his fingers gripping my face with a firm yet tender touch. Leaning in, he whispered in a low, dangerous tone, “You’re playing a risky game, and you know the stakes. Test me further, and you might just find yourself in deeper trouble than you bargained for.”

His words were a seductive threat, the promise of more intense control hanging heavily in the air. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my resolve wavering under the weight of his gaze and his menacingly tempting warning. After a moment of strained silence, I slowly moved into position, my hands and knees finding their place on the bed. The vulnerability of the position made my heart race, the anticipation of what would come next heightening every nerve in my body. Chan’s eyes followed my every move, his smirk a blend of satisfaction and unspoken promise.

Chan's hand came down sharply on my bare buttocks, making me gasp and lose my breath. The sudden sting was intense, and my body tensed up from the pain. I moaned, the sharpness of his touch mixing with a deep, growing arousal.

He quickly crossed my hands infront of me and cuffed them to the headboard. With my hands restrained, I was left balancing on my elbows, my body arching in a very exposed and vulnerable position. I felt completely at his mercy, struggling to hold myself up, the helplessness making me acutely aware of how much I was at his control. He leaned over, his lips brushing softly against my butt cheeks, his kisses tender but charged with a teasing intensity. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. “You wanted to play tough, but look at you now. All exposed and at my mercy.”

I shivered, barely able to keep my voice steady. “No… I—” I gasped, the combination of pain and pleasure making my voice tremble. “I didn’t mean it like that… please…”

Each kiss was a tantalizing promise, his breath hot against my skin. He nibbled and bit gently, his mouth so close to where I was most sensitive, causing me to moan softly. “I can feel how much you want this,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “You’ve been dripping for me, haven’t you? How can you act so defiant when you’re so desperate?”

“Yes…” I moaned, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I… I’m so desperate… please, Chan…”

Chan’s teasing grew more intense, and he rubbed his body against me, his hardness evident as he pressed against my dripping core. “You were getting all possessive and jealous,” he taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction and mockery. “Thinking I’m down for someone else? That I’ve fallen for her tricks? You’re all that runs through my mind day and night.”

I gasped as he pressed himself against me, my body reacting to his dominance. “I… I just…” I stammered, struggling to find my words amid the overwhelming need. “I didn’t want to see you with anyone else…”

His movements were deliberate and demanding as he humped himself against me, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through me. “You did this to me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Even after acting like a brat, I’m craving your warmth. Just yours, love.” “Please…” I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and the raw intensity of his need. “I need you… so much…”

the contrast between his dominance and the vulnerability of my position only heightened the tension. Chan’s words and actions made it clear how much he wanted me, the erotic charge between us palpable. His relentless teasing and rough touches left me aching for more, caught in the whirlwind of his control and my own deep-seated desire. Without any warning, Chan’s hand came down sharply on my exposed buttocks, sending a jolt of pain through me. The sudden sting made me gasp, the intensity catching me off guard. Before I could even react or adjust to the sharpness of the first spank, he delivered another, even harder, leaving no room for relief or recovery.

“Channie, please stop, it hurts!” I cried out, my voice trembling with both pain and desperation. The stinging sensation was overwhelming, and the lack of any soothing touch or moment to catch my breath only intensified the discomfort. Chan didn’t stop; he kept spanking me, and I lost track after the tenth hit. Tears ran down my face as the pain mixed with a surprising pleasure. The rough fabric of his sweatpants kept rubbing against my wet core, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You want me to stop?” Chan’s voice was low, with a teasing edge. “You should have thought about this earlier when you were being a brat and refused to come to the room. Now look at you, so needy and wet.” The combination of his smacks and his body pressed against mine made me sob and gasp. Chan paused, his touch gentler as he rubbed the spots he had spanked. “Color?” he asked softly, his voice showing concern but also a hint of desire.

I struggled to catch my breath. “G… green,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. Chan’s touch was comforting, but his eyes were full of hunger. “Just tell me the safeword, and I’ll stop everything, okay?” Chan said, his voice reassuring yet firm, making sure I felt safe even as things went overboard.

Chan's hard member pressed insistently against me, his rhythmic humping making me moan loudly, craving more. Each movement only heightened my need, leaving me unable to hold back my sounds of pleasure.

“Shhh,” Chan said, his voice a mix of desire and control. “As much as I love hearing you moan, you need to keep it down. We don’t want to wake the boys.”

“Put it in, Channie,” I demanded, my voice filled with frustration and need. The raw urgency in my tone only seemed to irritate him further.

“You still haven’t said ‘please’ or apologized for acting like a brat, have you?” Chan said, his irritation clear. With a swift motion, he uncuffed me from the headboard and roughly tossed me onto my back. He cuffed my wrists again, this time securing them in a new position.

Chan spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My sore ass made contact with the bed, sending a wave of discomfort through me that mixed with the pleasure, making me whimper.

Chan knelt between my legs, his intense gaze fixed on me as he admired the marks he had left on my body. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice thick with raw desire. “You look fucking incredible, covered with hickies.”

His fingers trailed over my exposed skin, and I felt every touch like a jolt of electricity. When his hand grazed my sensitive bud, I squirmed, unable to control the waves of pleasure that surged through me. The desperate need for more had me arching my back, silently pleading for him to take me further.

Chan’s eyes locked onto mine, and he took his time, clearly enjoying the way his touch made me writhe. Finally, he slid two fingers inside me, but he moved so slowly it was almost torturous. Each inch he pushed inside me was deliberate, making me gasp and moan as I felt the full, agonizing pleasure of his teasing. The slow, almost teasing pace only heightened my desperation, each moment stretching out the delicious torment.

Chan’s fingers picked up speed, thrusting deeper and faster, driving me to the edge of my sanity after such a long, torturous wait. Each stroke was a sweet release from the agonizing tease he had put me through. As I lost myself in the rhythm, Chan leaned down and kissed me, his lips urgent and demanding.

“You better keep your mouth shut,” he murmured against my lips, his bite sharp but electrifying. His kisses deepened, a silencing gesture meant to control the sounds escaping me.

“More,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You want more?” Chan’s voice was thick with desire, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes, more please, Channie,” I pleaded, my need evident.

Without hesitation, Chan added another two fingers, stretching me further. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch making me gasp and shiver as I adjusted to the fullness.

“Shit, you’re so hot, love,” Chan groaned, his voice rough with raw emotion. “Fuck, I want to hear you moan for me.”

As Chan's fingers continued their relentless pace, the pleasure built up inside me until I was on the brink of cumming. My moans grew louder, my body arching and squirming with the intensity of my impending orgasm.

Chan seemed to sense my climax approaching. With a sudden, almost cruel precision, he withdrew his fingers, stopping me just before I could let go. The abrupt halt left me gasping and twitching, the overwhelming need for release almost unbearable. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the control he had over my pleasure. “Not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to beg for it.”

I whined in frustration, my voice trembling. “Ugh, fuck you.” Chan’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disappointment. “I’m being so nice to you, and this is how you still behave?” His voice was sharp, his irritation clear. Without warning, he delivered a stinging slap to my wet heat. The sudden pain made me cry out loudly, my body jolting from the intensity. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the heat of my frustration.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please, just fuck me, Channie, please!” Chan’s expression shifted as he heard my desperate pleas. A wicked smile spread across his face, clearly satisfied by my begging. The sight of me so vulnerable and pleading was exactly what he wanted. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Please, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with vulnerability. I let go of my ego and self-respect, desperate for his touch after the long, intense battle. My need was palpable, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, begging for release.

Chan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he heard my pleas. He kissed me roughly, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce urgency. His teeth bit down hard, the sharp sting mixing with the searing pleasure. “You gotta be patient, baby,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance and desire. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled away, his gaze dark and intense. He lowered his head to my wet heat, his tongue sliding out to taste me with a languid, greedy lick. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Please uncuff me, baby. I need to touch you. Please.”

Chan’s actions were desperate, almost starving. He slurped and sucked at me with an unrestrained hunger, his tongue flicking and swirling around my sensitive bud. The feeling of his mouth on me was overwhelming, each nip and lick driving me wild with need. My body squirmed and arched beneath him, my moans muffled by the intensity of his relentless touch. The raw, heated connection between us was almost unbearable, leaving me trembling and craving more.

Chan kept his tongue working relentlessly, pushing me right to the edge. I was gasping and moaning, almost there, when he suddenly stopped. The sudden break left me hanging, and I cried out in frustration, my body straining towards him, desperate for the release I’d been so close to.

He looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and teasing. “You’re almost there,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “But you’re not getting it until I say so.” The sudden denial made my need even more intense. I squirmed on the bed, every part of me aching for the release he had so cruelly taken away. The tension was overwhelming, making my desire for him even stronger.

Chan kept me exposed and vulnerable, his own body fully dressed while I lay bare and aching for him. The contrast of his clothed form against my nakedness only amplified my need.

Without any warning, he pulled down his pants just enough to free himself, his movements quick and deliberate. In one powerful thrust, he pushed into me, filling me completely and stretching me to the brim. The sudden invasion made me gasp, a loud moan escaping my lips. “Uhhhh, fuckkkkkk,” I cried out, my voice raw with the intensity of the moment.

Chan’s eyes were dark with pleasure as he grunted, “Oh, fuck yeah.” His voice was filled with satisfaction, every word dripping with lust. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, his dominance and control making my body ache for more. The heat between us was almost unbearable, the tension crackling in the air as he claimed me, each thrust pushing us both to the edge.

Chan's thrusts were relentless, driving into me with a force that made every nerve in my body tingle. His movements were deliberate and powerful, pushing me closer to the brink with each stroke. I writhed beneath him, my body responding instinctively to the overwhelming pleasure and the deep connection we shared.

Every thrust made me gasp and moan, the sound of our breaths mingling in the charged air. Chan’s hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The way he moved inside me, the sheer intensity of his desire, was almost too much to handle. His dominance was palpable, every thrust a testament to the control he wielded over me, The pressure building with each stroke, making it harder to hold back my cries of pleasure.

I reached up to touch him, but the cuffs kept me restrained, heightening my sense of helplessness and heightening the pleasure. Chan’s pace quickened, the urgency of his movements matching the frantic beating of my heart. “Tell me how much you need me,” he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Please, Channie,” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. “I need you so much.”

He responded with a deep, satisfied growl, his pace becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the moment. “That’s right,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You need me, and I’m going to make sure you get everything you’ve been craving.”

Chan adjusted my legs, lifting them and wrapping them over his shoulders, pulling me into a new, deeper position. The angle made his thrusts hit even more intensely, each movement driving me to the brink. His powerful thrusts were almost brutal, making me gasp with every stroke.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice pleading. “Touch me more. Take off your clothes. I want to feel your warmth, Channie.” Chan’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at me, his grip on my hips tightening. “You want me to take off my clothes, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You want to feel every inch of me?” Without missing a beat, he pulled back just enough to shed his clothes, his gaze locked on mine with a predatory intensity. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You wanted me fully exposed, didn’t you?”

As he removed his clothes, his bare skin pressed against mine, amplifying the connection between us. He resumed his relentless pace, each thrust making me shiver with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make sure you remember this night.”

I could barely respond, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped. “More. I need more.” He growled in response, his thrusts growing more urgent. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You wanted this, and now you’re getting everything you asked for. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

His rough, commanding words only fueled my desire, making every thrust feel even more intense. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm that left us both gasping and moaning.

Chan’s intensity only increased, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. With my wrists still cuffed to the bed, I felt completely at his mercy. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re all mine, baby,” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. “Nobody can ever take me away from you. No one.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he continued, his tone both demanding and filled with satisfaction. “You love being at my mercy, feeling every bit of my control.”

I could barely respond, my body trembling under his dominance. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it. I need it.”

A wicked smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re completely mine.”

He kissed me fiercely, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His tongue explored my mouth with a wild, unrestrained passion, making my heart race even faster. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was filled with an almost primal intensity that made me lose myself in him.

Chan’s hands roamed over my body, touching and teasing every sensitive spot. His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks that would remind me of this night long after it was over. The roughness of his touch combined with the tenderness of his kisses created a whirlwind of sensations that left me begging for more.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a mix of possessiveness and affection. “All mine.”

“Yours,” I echoed, my voice filled with a mix of submission and longing. “Always yours, Chan.”

He growled in satisfaction, his pace quickening even more. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, our bodies moving together in a dance of raw, unfiltered passion. The air was thick with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slap of our bodies coming together.

Chan’s hands found their way to my thighs, lifting my legs higher and opening me up even more to his relentless assault. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I locked eyes with him, my gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. “Chan,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

He smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Good,” he murmured. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”

His words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in a powerful release that left me gasping for breath. Chan watched me intently, his own control slipping as he drove us both to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips as he filled me completely. He collapsed against me, our bodies tangled together in the aftermath of our intense encounter.

For a moment, we just lay there, our breaths mingling, hearts racing. Chan’s fingers brushed gently over my skin, his touch now tender and loving.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Chan. You’re everything to me.”

He kissed me softly, the aggression giving way to a deep, abiding love. “Let’s stay like this,” he murmured against my lips. “Just you and me.”

“Always,” I whispered back, my fingers threading through his hair. “Always.”

As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the earlier tension slowly began to lift. Chan shifted slightly, his hands still gently tracing patterns on my back, as if trying to reaffirm his presence and reassure me.

“I know you’re still thinking about everything that happened,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “About Somi and all the doubts you might have.”

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a mix of vulnerability and concern. “I can’t help but worry,” I admitted. “I saw how you interacted with her, and it made me feel insecure.”

Chan’s expression softened, and he gently cupped my face in his hands. “Listen to me baby’ he said earnestly. “Somi is just an old friend. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. If it makes you happy, I won’t see her again. And if I ever have to, I’ll make sure to take you along or inform you first.”

I nodded, trying to absorb his words. “But it felt like she was always around, and it made me wonder if I’m not enough.”

Chan’s gaze was steady and full of reassurance. “You are more than enough,” he said firmly. “You’re everything I need and more. The way I feel about you, the way you make me feel—there’s no comparison. What happened with Somi was nothing compared to what we have.”

He pulled me closer, his touch gentle yet firm. “I want you to know that I’m committed to you, completely and utterly. The way I am with you, the way I care for you—nothing is going to change that. You have nothing to worry about.”

His words, combined with the warmth of his embrace, began to ease the lingering anxiety in my mind. “But how can I be sure?” I asked, still feeling a bit uncertain.

Chan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Because I’m here with you right now,” he said quietly. “Because I choose you every day, and I always will. I want us to be strong, to face everything together. You’re my priority, and nothing else matters.”

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts before continuing. “I understand why you’re feeling this way, and I want to do everything I can to make sure you feel secure. I know trust doesn’t come easily, especially after what happened, but I’m committed to earning it every single day.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I listened to his words. “Thank you for being so patient with me,” I said softly. “For understanding and for showing me that you really do care.”

Chan smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “It’s my pleasure,” he replied. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I want us to grow stronger together, to build a future where we both feel secure and loved.”

We lay together in the quiet, our hearts slowly finding their rhythm again. Chan’s reassurances and tender touch were a balm to my anxieties, helping to dispel the shadows of doubt that had lingered.

As we cuddled together, I felt a deep sense of peace and security. Chan’s presence, his words, and his unwavering commitment were all I needed to feel truly at ease. In his arms, I found the comfort and reassurance that I had been longing for, and with that, I allowed myself to fully embrace the love we shared.

As we fell asleep, the room was quiet and calm. Chan held me close, and I felt secure and warm. My head rested on his chest, and his steady breathing was soothing.

The night passed peacefully, with the soft glow of moonlight casting a gentle light over us. We slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling completely at ease.

[sunnyrisee]

Message In A Bottle — Bang Chan

pairing : idol! bang chan x fem! reader

genre : angst with fluff ending, childhood friends to lovers.

summary : you've been loving chan for as long as you can remember, but sadly, he was clueless. you bottled up all your feelings into notes, each folded into different shapes, hoping that one day you could give this bottle of emotions to him.

word count : 3,605

author's note : this is my first time writing on tumblr. also, inspired by fyp on tiktok (i honestly forgot the username). lastly, i apologize if there are any mistakes.

You loved him from the very beginning.

You've been there for him since childhood, watching him grow from a nobody into someone cherished by millions.

Years passed, and your bond with Chan only grew stronger. You were his best friend, his confidante, the one who always believed in him, even when no one else did. You were the one who gently rubbed circles on his back when the sad days overwhelmed him, dropping everything just to see Chan again and bring a smile to his face.

He only let you wrap your arms around him, only you play with his hair, only you caress his cheeks and wipe away his tears. You were his safe haven, his source of comfort in the storm.

It's always like that.

The day Stray Kids debuted was the happiest day of his life. And yours too, because you knew how much it meant to him. You stood in the crowd, tears streaming down your face, as you watched him light up the stage.

As the group gained popularity and recognition, that's when the distance between the two of you started to widen. It wasn't his fault; you understood the demands of his career.

Shouldn't you be happy for his success? Shouldn't you be proud of him? He had waited for this day to come, years of training and sacrifices finally paying off.

Thankfully, he still visits your apartment sometimes, though not as often as before. Back then, you used to talk about everything under the sun with him. Now, it's just a brief hello followed by a bitter goodbye that stings your heart.

As night fell, you found yourself flipping through your old photo album. There were pictures of little Chan and you, captured in moments of pure happiness, building sandcastles, watching sunsets, and running around together, laughing without a care in the world.

You look at your phone and see a message from Chan. You hate the way he can make your heart flutter and a warm feeling spread across your cheeks.

Somehow, a twinge of jealousy crept in. There were countless stunning idols who could easily catch his eye. You scrutinized yourself in the mirror, painfully aware of your differences.

You were just you, not like them—plain, ordinary, and feeling hopelessly inadequate.

But you tried to think positively, reminding yourself to wait for your turn. Chan had always told you to trust your heart and be patient. However, why did you feel such a tightness in your chest, as if tears were threatening to spill?

You sit there clutching your shirt, feeling the intense moment pierce your heart open. You don't know her, but all you can see is her slowly taking your place. It feels like you're watching your own nightmare unfold. God, she's more beautiful than you.

You try not to think of it, but each passing moment makes it harder to ignore. The way they laugh together, and the way Chan gently tucks her hair behind her ear, hurts you more than ever before. It's the same thing he used to do when you were studying hard for exams, a gesture that once brought you comfort and now only brings pain.

Once again, you try to hold back your tears that threaten to spill. You hide it quite well, but little did you know, Felix observed the way you shifted and how you looked away from the scene. He's the only one who knows about your feelings for Chan. He wants to approach you, but you slowly get up, ready to leave before anyone notices your teary eyes.

You hate seeing yourself this vulnerable. No, you've never felt this weak before.

You take your bag and pull out a bottle filled with paper folded into cute shapes. Each one contains messages you've been writing for Chan for all these years. It's your secret way of expressing yourself when words fail you, something Chan has never known about. You took out a small piece of paper and wrote one more message before you left. As you penned the words, you finally let your tears fall freely. You could only hear your painful sobs as you folded the paper into a heart shape.

'For My Channie'

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch slightly. Turning around, you saw the freckled boy with a big smile on his face.

"I made brownies, you know?" Felix grinned. "Thanks to your help that day, I finally didn't burn the kitchen down again."

His warm smile always melted your heart. Felix felt like a little brother to you. Whenever Chan wasn't around, he would check on you, asking if you had eaten or if you were okay. As soon as he saw the tear stains on your cheeks, he understood how much pain you were in. He had never seen you like this before.

"T-Thanks, Lix." You choked out, wiping away your tears. Felix then told you to wait as he quickly packed some of the brownies just for you.

"Here." He said gently, handing you a small package. His caring eyes met yours, offering a small glimmer of comfort in your moment of sorrow. You bowed to him gratefully and whispered a small thank you.

"Felix, could you give this bottle to Chan when he's alone?" You asked, handing him the bottle filled with paper folded into various shapes, each containing a message inside. He was confused at first, but then he nodded understandingly. Giving you a thumbs up, you quietly slipped away, hoping your message would reach Chan and convey everything your heart couldn't say aloud.

You looked at them for one last time, hoping that Chan would notice your absence. But he didn't seem to realize, continuing to talk and laugh with her. He looked so happy, so clearly in love. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the ache of everything weighing heavily on you. You slowly shut your eyes, trying not to care about what was happening.

As you arrived home, you burst into your bedroom, collapsing onto your bed. The floodgates opened, and you cried uncontrollably, your sobs echoing through the empty room. The pain and loneliness consumed you, each tear a testament to the heartache you had been holding back for so long. Your chest heaved with every breath, the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing down on you. It felt like your heart was breaking all over again, and the tears seemed endless, soaking your pillow as you cried yourself into exhaustion.

"He doesn't care. He never did. Why would you fall for him, Y/n?" You whispered to yourself through your tears. "You should know better... He's an idol now."

You continued to cry as you gathered all the things that reminded you of him and put them into a box. You weren't going to throw them away; you just needed to put them out of sight so you could try to move on.

"Why did I let myself fall for you? And even make you my home... A home I can never get into... Despite knowing every corner of it's well..." You murmured softly, your voice cracking with emotion as you reflected on the depth of your feelings.

As the day went on, you focused on your job as a doctor, dedicating yourself wholeheartedly to helping others, much like Felix. Despite your busy shift, thoughts of Chan lingered in your mind. During breaks, you checked your messages, hoping for a notification from him, but there was nothing.

Why couldn't you just forget about him?

When you finally returned home, a message from him awaited you. He asked about your day and more, and you found yourself staring at the screen, unsure of how to react. Frozen in place, you felt a wave of mixed emotions wash over you, leaving you at a loss for what to do next.

Isn't this what you wanted? Why do you feel so afraid now, when it's finally happening? The conflicting emotions swirl within you, uncertainty clouding your heart despite longing for this moment.

A month without your calls, messages, and silly pick-up lines. Chan hated to admit that he missed your presence. He tried to reach out, asking how you were, if you had eaten, or if he could come to your apartment. However, every time he asked, you always had plenty of excuses.

It's like you're avoiding him.

"Hyung, after Y/n left the party that night, she gave me this. She said it's for you. I don't know, hyung, but when she left... I could tell she was holding back her tears." Felix handed Chan the bottle, and Chan took it, his brow furrowing in confusion. He turned it over in his hands, trying to understand its significance.

You're sad? Why didn't you tell him? What could have possibly made you this upset?

The bottle was from the time you were both still in high school. You both went to a park on a sunny afternoon, exploring a quaint antique truck that had caught your eye. Among them was a small, intricately designed bottle that had caught Y/n's attention. Chan had secretly bought it for you, knowing how much you admired it.

Now, clutching the same bottle in his hands, Chan wondered why Y/n had entrusted it to Felix. His mind raced with questions.

Felix observed Chan closely, hoping that he would finally realize your true feelings. Chan, however, seemed completely clueless.

Chan worked tirelessly until night fell, consumed with stress over the new song. His mind raced with thoughts, unable to focus. As he trailed off, lost in his thoughts, he noticed a little note peeking out from between the folded papers inside the bottle. He noticed that the bottle wasn't just filled with paper shapes.

He picked up one that was shaped like a star and carefully unfolded it.

"Today is Chan's first audition. I hope Chan gets it. He's been working hard for it."

A smile slowly spread across Chan's face as he read the note. His eyes softened with warmth, and a hint of nostalgia flickered in them. He took another paper shape, and carefully unfolded it.

"They finally get a first win! I'm so proud of them!"

He stifled a laugh as he remembered how the kids had cried when they were announced as the winners.

"Channie wants to buy a present for his parents. I'm going to save some money to help him :)"

The note revealed your thoughtful plan to assist Chan with buying a gift for his parents. He soon recalled his savings, surprised to realize that you had helped him accumulate them. That's when he took out all the notes and read through each one carefully. He noticed how the words became more emotional.

"Someday, I want to know not only the colors of you eyes but also the colors of your dreams."

"I told my family and friends to support Chan and all the StrayKids members. They need more recognition!"

"Happiness is when I am excited to meet you and you're excited to meet me too."

"It's your first time on stage, I can't believe how far you've come."

"Your eyes are the warmest place in the world even when I'm looking at them under the coldest rain."

"I hope my Channie is surrounded by people who care and love him. He deserves so much love."

"Don't you ever forget, your authenticity, the real you is more beautiful than all the well-received, striking, scenic facades in this world combined."

"You look tired these days. I hope you get much rest. Don't be such a workaholic, dumbass!"

"How's Korea? You look happier there. Glad to see you with that big smile. Well, I'm still studying here :D"

"When I'm by your side, it's like all of my fears, worries and anxieties melt away thanks to your warm presence."

"No one knows how to ignite the fire in my heart the way you do."

"Channie, I finally became a doctor. I kept my promise, and you are the first person I told :]"

"I'm so in love with you, Chan. In an instant, I knew what I felt. In a brief moment, I knew exactly that you were the one."

Chan read every single one of your notes, tears streaming down his face as he realized how clueless he had been all these years about your feelings. His smile faded as he remembered everything you had done for him—the way you dropped everything just to be there for him, always making time to listen to his thoughts and talk about seemingly unimportant things.

After all this time, you always there for him. His mind slowly repeating all the memories he have with you.

He thought of her long hair, cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. He could almost feel its softness, the way it slipped through his fingers. He remembered her soft smile, the one that could light up even his darkest days, a smile so pure and genuine that it made his heart swell with love.

Her beautiful features danced in his mind's eye, the curve of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she looked at him as if he were her whole world. He missed the sound of her laughter, the warmth of her embrace, the way she would nuzzle into his chest and sigh contentedly.

How could he have been so clueless?

There was one last paper shaped like a heart. As Chan examined it, he realized that the last paper was a bit messy. He softly opened it, his hands trembling slightly.

"And you know what? The reason why I kept holding on was, I always thought that perhaps, you were waiting for me, too..."

That was the last message. His tears, already streaming down, turned into uncontrollable sobs. How could he have been so oblivious? He cried out loud, unable to believe how foolish he had been. Chan clutched the heart-shaped paper to his chest, memories flooding his mind. The weight of his realization bore down on him, crushing his heart with the knowledge of what could have been.

Now, he couldn't think of anyone else he wanted to spend his life with. It has always been you.

A memory flashed in his mind of how deeply you cared for him, the only one who truly understood him, and the one who had always been there for him through thick and thin.

Felix stood in the doorway, watching Chan break down, his own heart aching for both of you. He had always known about your feelings, had seen the way you looked at Chan, the way you lit up whenever he was around. Now, seeing Chan's reaction, he hoped his friend would finally understand the depth of your love.

He quietly stepped in, placing a comforting hand on Chan's shoulder as he looked up at the younger boy.

"It's been a month, hyung. Do you know that she watched you, in pain, getting close to that girl?" He murmured softly. He described how tears welled up in your eyes as you witnessed Chan caress the girl's hair. Chan's expression crumbled as he absorbed Felix's words, the weight of your unspoken pain settling heavily on his heart. He hadn't realized how much his actions had hurt you until now, and the regret gnawed at him.

"Yah! Are you trying to age yourself prematurely? Stop working so hard, it's showing!"

He stood up abruptly, determination replacing the sorrow on his face. He had to find you, to tell you that he finally understood, that he felt the same way. He couldn't let you slip away, not after everything. Chan grabbed his coat and headed to the door, leaving Felix standing silently. He couldn't shake the image of your tear-filled eyes and the pain he had caused you.

As he was on his way, traffic came to a standstill, and he cursed under his breath. Why was the world moving so slowly for him now? Was this some kind of punishment?

"I've been exhausted lately, pulling night shifts. The chilly nights only seem to make it worse."

As he drove to the hospital, memories of you filled his mind. He recalled the times you had mentioned how hard you worked, often taking night shifts at the hospital. He could feel the cold breeze seeping through, making him shiver. He cursed himself for telling you that you would survive and everything was fine.

He swore that even he might catch a cold from the frigid breeze.

With each breath turning to mist in the cold air, Chan hurried into the hospital. He sprinted through the corridors, regret pushing him forward, and discovered you in the break room, exhausted after a long shift.

"It would mean a lot if you knew that while you're caught up in your own world, you know I'm working just as hard."

It all became clear to him. All those times you talked about your work—the stress you faced, the small victories you cherished, and how you always tried to keep things positive despite your tiredness.

He watched from outside the door, and for the first time in his life, he was captivated by your beauty. Your hair, casually pulled into a ponytail, draped over your shoulders in flowing waves, emphasizing your effortless allure. The calming rhythm of your breath and the tranquil elegance of your sleeping pose created a breathtaking vision that left him awestruck.

"Apologies for not messaging you. Whenever I get exhausted, I crash in the break room."

The moment you opened your eyes, Chan's concerned face came into view, his expression a silent plea for forgiveness.

"Chris? W-What are you doing here?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt and confusion in your voice.

Chris—the government nickname you never use. Just hearing it made his heart ache, a painful reminder of the distance and misunderstandings between you.

Is this what you've been feeling all along?

He was lost in his own thoughts for several minutes before he managed to find an answer. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. He felt an overwhelming urge to hold you close, to kiss you, but the words caught in his throat.

"I'm an idiot, Y/n. I only focused on my own life and goals while y-you were there watching and supporting me. I didn't see what was right in front of me all along. I didn't see how important you were until now. I'm sorry it t-took me this amount of time to truly understand your feelings..." Chan explained, his voice trembling.

"The truth, Y/n, is that I love you. It took me a long time to unravel the depths of my own heart. You're the missing piece that completes and brings together my scattered, disordered, and messy life... Baby, I'm gonna feel bad for myself if I never had a chance of knowing you in this, o-or any other lifetime. At the end of a challenging day, I just want to come home to your peaceful presence, rest my head on your stomach, and share all the day's burdens with you." He spoke, his voice breaking with emotion.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked at him, the sincerity and desperation in his voice breaking down the walls you had built around your heart.

"And, Y/n. Yes, I've been w-waiting for you too, love." Chan said, his voice trembling, as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He stepped forward, pulling you into his arms.

You held him close as he cried on your shoulder, his sobs shaking his entire body. You whispered comforting words, gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe his anguish. His tears soaked through your shirt, but you didn't mind.

"Shh, it's okay, Chan. I'm here." You murmured softly. His grip on you tightened, as if he feared you might disappear if he let go.

"I'm so sorry, b-baby. I should have seen how much you were hurting. I love you so much, love. Please, forgive me..." He choked out between sobs, his voice filled with regret and pain. You shushed him gently, your fingers running through his hair.

"I love you too, Channie. I will always love you. A thousand year from now, I will still love you like I did a thousand years before." You comforted him, and he sought your warmth, clinging to you tightly.

Chan looked closely into your eyes, cupping your cheek and gently drawing your lips to his. He slowly pressed his lips to yours, in a kiss that spoke of deep passion, tender affection, and a softness that made your heart flutter. Time seemed to stand still, every second stretching into an eternity as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

You both gently pulled away as your eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding. A smile blossomed on your lips, reflecting the warmth.

"The search is over. Amongst the loneliness of the universe, I've finally found you."

[aeridigital]

Frio - BangChan

pairing ex!chan x fem!reader

genere angst w happy(? ending

warnings brakeup, unconfirmed infidelity

w.count 0.3k

synopsis after what was a warm love, you feel like Chan freezes your heart and everything around you, only to then find that summer season you longed for so much to arrive.

note okay so... this is my first time writing a drabble so Idk how well or badly I did, but it's worth mentioning that I was inspired by the song 'Frio' by Nicki Nicole to write this. I hope you like it.

It's been 3 months and I still don't understand how you could forget all the promises you made to me. I still can't believe that all the sweet words you said to me were nothing but empty words.

"I would give my life for you."

Why would you tell me that if at the end of the day it was someone else you preferred?

"But what about all the promises you made to me, Christopher? What about all the I love you's you said to me on those winter nights we spent together?"

"I'm sorry... I wish I could have kept all those promises, but I simply can't anymore. I can't continue pretending all my feelings towards you."

I can't help but repeat your words in my head over and over again, being alone with myself in what used to be our room, but now it's just a cold room, like any other.

It's been 5 months since you left, summer never returned, you took the summer with you and left me in eternal winter. My days are all the same, my friends keep telling me it's time for me to forget about you, and partly they're right because it's not fair for me to still be here suffering for what we once were while you're already in another woman's arms, giving her your warmth and making her forget about the cold outside.

"Oh my god, how can it be that even under the blankets I'm still cold?!"

"That's because you're not here cuddled up with me."

I still remember those beautiful moments, and I wonder if you'll say the same to her, will you give her that same smile you gave me when you said those words? I hate the fact that you're no longer near me but still hurting me, I wish I could erase all those memories or at least not cry every time they come to my mind. I hope that day comes soon.

It's been 7 months and today for the first time the memories I had of you were not of your sweet words or your false promises, but I remembered all the times you came home late, the times you said you were with your friends or that you were at work.

"It's 5 in the morning, Christopher, why are you coming home at this hour?"

"Oh please, you know work always keeps me busy."

"Well, at least a message letting me know that you weren't going to make it to the dinner we planned two weeks ago with our families would have been nice."

I still remember that you didn't even say "I'm sorry" that day, you couldn't even apologize to your parents, but now I know that work was just an excuse to no longer be by my side, you just wanted an excuse to spend your time with her and away from me. But now I can say that I would prefer to live in this winter a thousand times over than in the hell I lived with you.

I don't count the months anymore, my life is no longer a routine and I finally managed to leave those four walls that made me feel so suffocated. I went out after a long time and I met your mom, and even though for a moment I thought I was going to hate her and not want to talk to her again, I understood that it's not her fault that you were so bad to me.

Now I can move on with my life and leave you in the past, now I can look at myself in the mirror and smile at seeing myself in it, now I can be alone with myself and think only of me and the summer that awaits me.

[joongbin]

SO LET'S LOVE. - H. JS

jisung is missing you.

han jisung x male reader

angst — argument, reader death, han death, angst w happy ending, mentions of blood, non idol au, married couple.

It was another day. A day which you hoped wouldn't end in an argument, and here you were. You were screaming at your spouse, Jisung.

“ You're never here for me, Jisung! ” Your tired screams rang in his ears as his anger bursted out, veins popping out his neck.

“ Because I'm working, (name). Don't you see everything I've bought for you?! You're just fucking using me and I didn't notice it. ”

Tears flowed down your cheeks, you'd never thought your own spouse, your husband, would accuse you.

“ I never even wanted those fucking gifts, Han. I just wanted you to be with me, but you couldn't do that. You're spending money on no one. ” You sighed, voice giving out already. Han looked at you furiously.

“ Stop lying. How can I trust you now, huh? All you've been doing is complaining to me about how I'm not there for you. ”

You've had enough. You grabbed your car keys and walked out the front door, leaving Han in the living room alone. He chased after you, stopping as he watched you leave.

“ Go ahead and leave then, you bitch. ” He shouted at you. You ignored his comment and walked faster to your car, reaching it and immediately getting in before locking your car door and starting up the car.

Your hit your steering wheel, crying harder in to your hands. You wished things were better, you wished it was back to how it used to be, when Jisung loved you eternally.

You grabbed the wedding picture of you and Han, smiling happily like the newly wed couples you were. You tore the picture apart, getting angrier and angrier the more you saw his damned face.

You drove off after, going faster than the speed limit. Your vision was blurry, not seeing the red light before crashing with a car. Your head bled onto the steering wheel, painting your shirt with your own blood as your vision went dark.

Han sat on the sofa as he watched the news, wanting to get over the argument quickly. However, he was caught off guard when your name was said on the news, saying that you got involved in a serious, and possibly life threatening car crash.

Han looked at the screen in shock. His eyes wide, his hands shaking as he ran out the house immediately to go to the hospital.

You laid there, lifeless on the hospital bed, as doctors tried their best to save your life. Jisung was held back by the nurses, preventing him from seeing you.

“ Let me see him, please! ” His voice sounded desperate, tears running down his cheeks as doctors blocked him from seeing your face.

After a few minutes, Han calmed down and sat on the hospital chair, his eyes lifeless as he looked down on the floor.

He regretted every single thing he had said to your face, his husband. Han said it because he was angry, and now look at what happened.

A nurse came up to him with a neutral look on her face.

“ Sir, you may .. see him now. ” She said as she guided him to your bed. There you laid, wrapped up everywhere, but he didn't see anything that would hint to him you're alive.

“ Doctor, he's fine, right? ” Han said, panicking. The doctor shook his head, sighing as he looked down before making eye contact with Han.

“ I'm sorry, sir. He passed away during operation. ” His heart dropped. He looked at your face before tears ran down his face again, holding your cold hand in his warm one, not wanting to accept that you were gone.

Your funeral was held the day after you died. Your friends, your siblings were there as they all mourned your untimely death. Jisung cried the hardest, knowing he was the reason why you got in the accident in the first place.

Even after the funeral was done and the days that come after it, Jisung visited your grave everyday. He knew it wouldn't be able to make up after everything he's done.

Now, he was beside you, in the skies and in the dirt. Always with you, just like how you wanted it to be.

[booksndpoetry]

"Where were you?"

A Kim Seungmin Drabble

m.list

WC: 254 words

Characters: Seungmin X Gender-Neutral Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Triggers/Warnings: None I can think of.

"Hey" you went to stand in front of him, tucking him into your waist. Seungmin wraps his arms around your waist, head resting on your stomach. He doesn't say a word for long moments.

You come in early, and you find your boyfriend as quiet as a mouse, knees tucked together due to the cold.

"Why are you so late?" he mumbles, his voice squeezing your heart.

"Am I really?" you ponder, eyes going to your watch. You weren't late to meet him. You were two minutes early. "But I'm not." You told him patiently, waiting for him to explain.

"You are" he reaffirms, his hold tightening. "I read that soulmates will arrive at the right time, exactly when you need them. So where were you all these years? I missed you." He cries.

You were startled, you didn't know what prompted the outburst. But you held him that way until he was strong enough to hold himself.

"You're late" he tells you again over dinner, when you're both clad in much more comfortable clothing, and his tears have dried enough for you to leave trails of kisses on his beautiful face.

"And what about it?" You humour him.

"For that, I'm subjecting you to be my soulmate in all my lifetimes".

You thought your poor heart was going to burst from all the joy it had to suddenly contain.

"I accept it wholeheartedly", you give him your acceptance with a raise of your spoon and a loving kiss on his lips.

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