#bang chan sleeveless

[fluffylino]

Strawberry Cow ! Chan 🌸🍓🌸

he's not just any kind of hybrid...he's the first ever 'male' cow you've ever met. chan's a sweetheart, even more so when he's milked...

(i was suppozed to write this a year ago and finally here it is, enjoy lovelies <333)

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part two

-contains mildly suggestive themes

Hybrids were pretty much accepted into this world of ours. they were treated like humans, with respect (most of the time) and accepted into society quite easily.

And somehow you found yourself accidently conversing with one particular male hybrid.

he was handsome.

so incredibly beautiful, it made you question if he was even real.

two horns on either side of his head and a pair of fluffy white ears twitched beneath them. it wasn't a white that hits the eye, it was a white that looked like freshly whipped cream. with soft fur that was slightly longer than usual.

you weren't quite sure what species he was. it was difficult to make out and honestly nervewracking to ask a hybrid that kind of question.

it was almost the same as asking a human if they were a person of colour, as if they were of ethnic descent.

he could be a gazelle? maybe a buck?

but his horns weren't so sleek and thin. they were neither black in colour.

instead his thicker horns were a complete contrast to his dark hair.

a bull, maybe? or did he dye his hair?

you were about to lose your mind.

"I'm actually a cow hybrid..." he let out so quietly, with a nervous smile. Damn, he was too beautiful for his own good.

"I've never seen a cow hybrid" you mutter without much thought.

instantly regretting your statement upon seeing his awkward stance.

"no no i meant i've never seen a cow hybrid as handsome as you" waving your hands dramatically to clear the tense air.

"as...handsome as..me?" he mumbles and you were sure your heart stopped beating.

"oh god it was wrong of me to assume what you are and how you'd prefer to be addressed-"

your voice dying down as you hear him laugh.

its such a soft laugh, it goes straight to your heart. neither mocking nor a loud one. soothing to the ears.

"i'm sorry if i'm so shaky...its been a long time since anyone has ever..complimented me..."

you sighed in relief, letting a smile creep up on your face. his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink and you knew you looked as shy as him.

The small coffee joint was beginning to crowd and it seemed that neither of y'all liked crowded spaces.

the cow hybrid slowly stood up, straightening his posture and your eyes widened.

he was well built, a good height compared to yours and his muscles were defined enough to leave an imprint on the shirt he was wearing. loosely buttoned up and hanging low on his collar. Black really was his colour...

you mentioned his build, complimenting him to the point his ears were redder than ever. shy little giggles escaping his plush lips. gosh...

his lips made you want to kiss him senseless.

"could we..uhm...be friends or uh more...i mean-" he mumbles, stuttering so sweetly.

"of course, darling. but you never quite told me your name?" you coo.

"I'm chan or...you can..call me chris"

he smiled continously as you told him your name and how you come by here often.

his ear twitching excitedly when the two of y'all share phone numbers. promising to keep in touch in the days to come.

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Chan was a lot different from your first meeting. considering the fact that nearly a month or more than a month had passed.

you happened to find out how much a hybrid like him had to go through. to you, he was an ordinary cow hybrid. but chan explained how the term 'ordinary' never existed in his vocabulary.

of course you knew he was a male but what did not strike you was the fact that he shouldve been called a bull.

Instead he was classified under cow, making him a proper cow hybrid.

Taking into consideration that he was also a male, made it difficult for him to lead his life as usual. bodily changes and phenomenon occurring during certain periods made the poor hybrid's life tougher.

Cases like him were rare, not exactly non existent.

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His room was unimaginably aesthetic. changing colours that faded to pink and purple, sometimes gold.

one thing you realised was his love for the colour black. laughing when he opens his cupboard. it was a black hole in there with numerous clothes lined up.

making yourself comfortable on his bed, you noticed how on-edge he was. his behaviour much different, extra shy as he sheepishly sat beside you. your backs resting against the wooden headboard.

"why'd you call me here, channie?" you asked, smiling at the way his thin sleek tail swished around.

his eyes gaze at you with such pureness, you blurt out another statement.

"I mean, i'd spend my entire day or even week with you if you wanted! but i just got a bit worried because you called me here oit of the blue, baby"

reassuring him while patting his knee lovingly.

"I..I wanted to come c-clear about myself"

you nodded, urging him to go on. he pauses, looking at you for a few seconds. theres this nervousness in his energy and you scooch closer to him.

"I lactate...almost every four days, sometimes every two days depending on tge weather..." gazing at you sweetly.

"yes, im aware channie"

"you know about-" his eyes widen, surprise in his tone.

"of course I do, did you really think I wouldn't find ways to help you after you told me how hard your day to day life is"

you joked lightly.

"if i don't...milk myself every now and then, I feel full. like heavy.."

you squeeze his hand fondly, interlocking your fingers.

"do you do it manually? or do you use some kind of device?"

from his expression and body language, you could see him grow comfortable.

"manually...pumps are quite the price"

you gasp, wondering if you pried a little too deep. chan takes it as you being weirded out but you stop him before he starts overthinking.

"no no no sweerheart, i was just surprised that you did it manually for so many years"

"i've tried a pump once or twice...but i don't like the feeling...it made me feel like an object..." he pauses, cheeks turning pink as ever before he continues.

"whenever i...uhm my chest swells and gets really sensitive..."

well that was new info to you.

"like mine?" you let out, laughing as his ears twitch and he blinks furiously.

"w-what do you mean-"

"I meant like does your chest get to like my size? i'm pretty average but does yours get bigger?"

the strawberry cow hybrid blushed.

"it depends! on m-my mood and..uhm everything"

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"Chris?! what's wrong?"

worry filling your mind. the hybrid looked distressed and out of his senses. sweating profusely.

"its n-nothing, I don't feel so good" he tried to reassure although it wasn't quite reassuring to you.

his fluffy ears were lopsided and his tail swished around desperately

you cupped his face gently. his reaction waw everything. nuzzling into your palm. it was obvious. it was happening.

"channie. baby look at me"

you urged, making him focus on you. and only you.

"do you want me to help you?"

"help...help with milking me? p-please?" his tone gentle and he uttered a small plea.

"just place your hand h-here and massage slowly"

his bigger hand held onto yours as he pressed your palm flat on his chest. he was right. his chest was swell and warmer than ever.

"do you mind, baby.."

obediently he held his shirt between his teeth. gnawing on the material. you let your hand run over his toned abdomen. feeling up his tense muscles.

"y-you're so fit, channie" he grunted softly.

his milk running down your fingers slowly. with every massage, more seeped out of his pretty nubs.

unconciously you stuck your tongue out, licking up the droplets that rolled down the expanse of his chest.

"ah don't let it g-go to waste p-please please"

begging you to drink more. his hands squeezing yours. whining so sweetly as you sucked his pumped up chest. his breathing quick and shaky.

god, you wanted to corrupt him...

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fuck...part 2?

should i?!

this concept to me, is so hot!!!!!

i wrote a part two-

[denim-bias]

[chxrry-san]

★★★★★ five star teaser image. S - Class.

[jerirose]

Happy Bang Chan Day 🐺

© Jeri Rose | INPRNT

[Image Description] A digital realism painting of Bang Chan from Stray Kids, with a wolf. Chan is crouched down with the wold laying in front of him, both of them are looking towards the viewer. Chan is wearing black pants and a black sleeveless jacket over a black tank top. His arms are covered in cuts and bandages, and purple see-through stars. His dark purple hair is gelled into messy spiked tips that shape his face. Chan's eyes are glowing yellow, along with the wolf's eyes, there is a long scar down one through one of his eyes. Chan holds his hand up to his mouth, which is also scared. His ears go into a short pointed tip and he has a golden tunnel in his lobe. Pink and purple stars cover his blushed cheeks, that also have star freckles pepper across them. He wears 2 golden necklaces, has a golden stud in his nostril and a a gold eyebrow bar. In front of him, the wolf's coat is dark with a white chin. Behind them, large pink and purple Hydrangea bushes stand in front of a clouded night sky, the sky full of stars and a shining crescent moon. A golden wisp crosses through the painting, wrapping itself around Chan and the wolf.

[hanjisunglover]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 - 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

pairing: stray kids x fem!reader

genre: smut, pure smut

bang chan - soft

he would ask you first. he's really respectful with your boundaries and he would never do something that you find uncomfortable or even too much. so the thing came out with an open conversation, talking about kinks and stuff.

so you fall asleep with just his t-shirt, just to tease him a little with all of this thing, and he just get so flustered when he came back home from a really long recording section with the kids, in other occasion he would just lay next to you, sleeping and holding you in your arms. but not tonight.

he just get naked (because we knows that he normally sleep naked) and he move right behind you, he's so gentle moving the t-shirt up enough for his hands to grab your boobs gently, he start to rub his hard cock against your ass, pulling you close until your back is against his chest, "oh baby you are so soft," he murmurs with his face buries against your neck, you still sleeping without making a move. and he's loving it.

with one hand still on your boob, stroking it and squeezing it lightly until your nipples get sensitive he's other hand slide between your thighs, gently start to touch you, "mhmm you're so wet already, so beautiful." basically he would love touching you, he would start to do it more often that you could imagined.

other members under the cut!

lee minho - rough

oh boy I think he would be the one that likes it more. he def asked you, at first you would find it weird, but then you just accepted, wanting to see what he has in his mind. and he's used to use you as he wants when you guys fuck.

"so my kitten wants it?" he says chuckling as you put yourself in bed completely naked this time, you blush under his hungry gaze, you just move the sleeves and put yourself beside him, he's wearing a white sleeveless tank top, and a pair of boxers, he wasn't sure until you came to bed naked. "so impatient for me."

You basically fall asleep already wet for his teasing, he was keep saying things like, "such a good slut for asking me to touch you even when you sleep," "can't wait to have you".

you are light sleeper, everything can wake you up, and then when you wake at the middle of the night with your boyfriend between your thighs and his cock buries in your wet folds you can't hold back a loud moan. he bring his hand over your mouth, whining as you squeeze his cock with your walls, "please, the members just got back home, be good for me and take my cock without moaning slutty."

seo changbin - soft / rough

he would know that even before talking, one day he woke up seeing you touching yourself, whimpering and whining like a baby waiting for him to wake up and fuck you like a brat. but he loves you too much to refuse something.

so when you begged him to try it, he gives to you all of himself to satisfy you, I think he loves you that he would do anything that you wants. you want him to take your pussy and just thrust his dick inside it until he cum and fill you up completely? he would do it.

you want him to grab your ass and just open you wide as you sleep? he would, and he would love it. changbin in my opinion it's a big ass lover, just imagine him staring at you all day, and when you fall asleep too early he would just take off your panties, fucking your ass without regrets.

hwang Hyunjin - soft

i see hyunjin like a big 'make love' than 'fuck hard', that's the vision that I have for him. so he would be a little surprised when you started to talk about kinks, not in a bad way, he just doesn't know a lot about it. so you needed to explain that to him.

when you asked him to try, you where trying to make sure that he wasn't uncomfortable and the first time that he tried he just played with your boobs until he fell asleep with your tits in his hands.

you found it really cute tho, he tried :( he just needed a little help! so you started with him, you stayed up during the night, and you did to him the blowjob-dream. he woke up all sweaty and in ecstasy, looking over the edge for how much pleasure he felt.

from that, he start to fuck your thighs when you sleep, he's still to confused about the whole thing, but the feeling of your thighs around his cock and his hands on your waist to hold you still as you sleep, turn him on more than everything else.

Han Jisung - soft / rough

oh my man, my man would be so messy with that. he thought about it A LOT of times, like a lot. he would probably jerk off thinking about doing all of his favourite things to you as you sleep, be he's too shy to ask.

then one day when you tell him that you talked with you friends about this experience that they had he would be JUMPING AROUND of happiness, you just accept him do it.

then when you fall asleep in his arms, he doesn't loose time, he just move the sleeves from your body and open your legs, your thighs on his shoulders and your panties in front of him. as we talked before he's not gonna spend time to take your clothes off so he just move your panties aside to relieve your already soaked pussy. oh man he would be so happy, he's a pussy drunk.

I can see him in two here, deciding if he should just eat you out like an animal until you wake up from the too much pleasure of just tease you with his expert tongue, licking up and down your pussy lips, sucking lightly your clit until you get all messy wet. "don't wake up too early please, I love you so much pretty." he would basically have the time of his life.

lee felix - soft

I can't actually see Felix doing it but I'm gonna try to explain what I see with this. lix as hyunjin likes to make love, I cannot see him doing dirty things more than maybe some dirty talks.

he basically be a giant baby, in front of your naked body, with his eyes all over you, he feel a little bit ashamed for what he wants to do with you. he start to touch your thighs.

he start to massage them, slowly spread your legs and start to pass his small but really expert fingers on your folds, as he start to fingering you, you wake up.

his expression is everything, his hard cock against his stomach, his fingers inside you and his cheeks really red for get caught would make him really - really horny.

kim seungmin - rough

this man it's a fake innocent, listen to me with that. he would love you and respect you as much as he loves to destroy you until he's satisfy, or even more. even if he's bored he would.

but then, he just want to give a shot with that, he would be the one who ask, because we know how much this man can be pervert. he would die just to see you sleepy and fucked.

he wants you naked, as for minho, he wants to have you and have you there and now, he need to touch all of you. not just a single part, when he fucks you from behind as you sleep he wants to have all for him.

"such a good girl, take me so good, you're so wet right now," he whispers in your ear as you peacefully sleep, just thrusting his thick cock in your cunt, your body totally against his. he probably start to do it every week.

yang jeongin - soft / rough

I can't see Jeongin either doing it, he's not that into kinks stuff to be honest. but when he see your body with his tshirt on you and nothing else, oh boy have mercy.

he grab your waist as he lean beside you, looking at you as you fall asleep, looking so cute with your mouth lightly open, he can't wait to open you up.

he would slide and fingering you with two fingers in your folds, your clit already asking for attention that jeongin satisfy, you start to moan in your sleep. "so cute, fuck you're so tight already."

note: hey guys! I hope you liked it!! @itgirlalisaa just for you love 😋😋

[jihanbang]

BANG CHAN: "I MAKE IT UP FOR YOU"

WORD: 669 (been lazy writing)

WARNINGS: naughty mreader, bang chan being called chris (cuz it's hot) (Y/N) being a 5! uT, JEONGIN CAMEO (soooo sorry baby bread) (not exactly a smut but a tease)

A/N: OLD DRAFT ALERT! I'm not an active writer right now cuz I'm lazy af but, I have to take this out of my drafts cuz it's too many of them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Jeongin, where are you going to spend the night?" (Y/N) asked as he was calling Jeongin, who apparently got kicked out of his apartment.

"I don't know hyung, can I sleep to your place?" Jeongin asked nervously, he really don't wanna bother his hyung especially Chris.

"Well, we have enough space for one person so, it a yes."

"Yes!" Jeongin exclaimed in the other end.

"But no bringing peeps you don't even know." (Y/N) said with authoritive tone.

"Yeah, yeah I'm really sorry about that."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You what?" Chris exclaimed as he got home late at night, he was frustrated to his coworkers and clients all day long. "I know, I should have told you but it's Jeongin. He's homeless right now and we are his hyungs so we have to take care of him." Chris sighed at tiredness as he laid down the bed. "You know the consequences, right? Sleep on the couch right now." (Y/N) nodded as he took some pillows with him and laid down the couch in the living room. (Y/N) just looked at the ceiling as he hears Jeongin snores loudly in the guest room, he pitied the boy of course but, he also guilty of not saying this to Chris. He is determined that he should do something that make up for Chris, so he got an idea. Being a brat he was, (Y/N) changed into a tight boxer, a sleeveless shirt, and a knee-high sock that highlighted his thighs. He then approached the bedroom door where he opened the door and see Chris unbuttoning his work shirt. (Y/N) smirked as he acts shy. (Y/N)'s eyes instantly snapped back into focus as he realized he should have knocked on the door before entering. He had just gotten a little carried away staring at Chris's impressive physique. He was embarrassed he had forgotten his manners for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure as he stood there awkwardly in Chris's room.

(Y/N) started to blush as Chris's eyes took in his outfit, he had picked a rather revealing attire tonight, hoping to feel more confident and comfortable.

"I-I can't really sleep, I'm sorry I should've knock." (Y/N) said actively nervous, looking away from Chris's gaze. (Y/N) was feeling a little self-conscious in his outfit now, knowing how Chris was looking for him over.

(Y/N)'s blush grew stronger as Chris picked him up and carried him to the bed. That was a very masculine and confident move, he felt a little nervous and excited at the same time. He's body was pressed against Chris's body; he could feel his strong chest and muscular arms with his own body as he was carried over to the bed.

(Y/N) was starting to grow nervous about what might happen next, but he still felt a little aroused by the feeling of being carried by Chris's arms. Chris ripped off his shirt as (Y/N) was embarrassed by what was happening, but he was also very excited as he felt Chris's hands moving slowly down his body.

The feeling of being so close to Chris's body was making his breath come a little faster and his heart beat a little louder. (Y/N) could feel how hot his body was getting in that moment, Chris was taking off a layer of his clothes at a time, adding to the arousal of the situation.

(Y/N) felt his body growing warmer and more aroused with every layer that Chris removed.

"Chris, stop~"

"Why would I?" Chris said huskily.

"Innie could-" (Y/N) was cut off by Chris's rough hands around his mouth.

"He's a deep sleeper, you're my slut tonight." 

The way Chris was forcefully taking (Y/N)'s clothes off was making him feel very helpless and vulnerable, which only added to the excitement of the moment. (Y/N) was becoming increasingly receptive to Chris's every word and gesture, he wanted to be taken and used. He felt the shift in (Y/N)'s body language as he could see his desire growing stronger with every moment.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/N: ACKKKKKK THIS EMBARRASSING!!!

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Office Space

Bang Chan × Female reader

Word count: 1.8K

Synopsis: You live in a world where one touch of your soulmate will ignite a pathological urge to consummate your bond. What happens when you bump into the cute guy from the office and it appears as though you've found your match?

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, semi public sex in a locked office no one knows), unprotected sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that's it not anything too crazy but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it asap!

The same thing happened to everyone. Once you turned twenty-one, if you came into physical contact with your soulmate your body had an overwhelming primal desire to claim each other physically. Fuck. It was a big talking point when you start going through sex ed in junior high. You heard the same thing you always did with anything else that had to do with sexual education. ‘It’s perfectly normal’ or ‘It happens to everyone’.  

No matter how true that was, it didn’t make the topic any less uncomfortable to talk about for some people, you being one of those people. You avoided anything that had to do with soulmates but when you turned twenty-one you went to a psychic with some friends and the lady who read your fortune said that your soulmate’s name would be Chris and his last name had something to do with a gun or fireworks, an explosion maybe, she wasn’t sure and you weren’t buying any of it.  

By the time you were twenty-five a few of your friends had already found their soulmates. You didn’t have time for that nonsense. Your career was your soulmate. You were the lead of your department’s team and it was no easy feat getting to that position.  There were eight other teams all the leads for those departments were men.

Most but not all of them you had met in passing regularly. There was one that you had never even been introduced to but you heard people calling him Chan. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he was gorgeous. Strong nose, kind eyes, pouty lips, shoulders for days, and well, he definitely had a good tailor because his ass... You had to stop thinking like that, you didn’t know the man. You didn’t know his last name, you had never even heard his voice.  

Well, that was about to change really soon. Today when you got to work the head of your branch was pulling all team leads in for a meeting so you and the eight other men, including Chan, had to meet in meeting room three immediately after lunch. Around one thirty all nine of you promptly met your boss.

There were eight other people there and you were trying not to be distracted by one person in general. It was difficult, you didn’t know why. You were able to keep up with the meeting but about halfway into your boss's third bullet point you were getting warm and took off your sweater. The dress you wore was sleeveless, you were hoping you could cool off. You were trying not to look at him but your eyes found him anyway as you shrugged your cardigan off. When you did you found his eyes already on you, something in them.  

“Chan?” Your boss had called him twice now and he snapped out of it and realized you noticed him staring, he quickly looked away. You could see his ears turning red. 

“Yes sir?” Your boss asked Chan to present what his team had been working on this quarter, asked a few questions about Chan’s team, and where he’d like to see things go in the next quarter. Chan had an answer for everything and it came out as smooth as butter with his thick Australian accent, which you had not been expecting.

When Chan was done the boss called on you to do the same thing. You stood and started walking forward as Chan was headed back to his seat. The walkway was narrow, you went to step around each other but stepped in the same direction, you both kind of nervously laughed and then stepped in the same direction again. 

“Sorry,” His slender fingers gently gripped your shoulder and he stepped behind you. His cologne was intoxicating and it was like one touch set your whole body on fire. When he passed you and headed to his seat you looked behind you for a second but he was already pulling out his chair. You tried to ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach and focused on your presentation.

One by one all of the guys had to go up and do the same thing. It drug on forever if felt like. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, you didn’t think you could press your thighs together any harder. Chan just seemed to be intently listening to whichever one of the guys was presenting, seemingly unbothered. Finally your boss dismissed you all you were thanking the stars you could finally get out of there and away from Chan before you made a fool of yourself. Just before you could make your haste, exit Chan called your name. 

“Oh excuse me, y/n? Would you mind coming to my office and running over a couple things about your team that I think I’d like to implement with mine?” You almost choked. 

“Y-your office?” He nodded; he was acting perfectly normal. You’d thought, well... you’d thought maybe he was your soulmate with the way you were feeling but apparently, you're just a horny perv that thinks about fucking their co-workers. 

“If you’re busy...” You didn’t want to seem impolite or like you weren’t a team player, he was really giving you a huge compliment by asking for such a thing. You just needed to get a hold of yourself. 

“No! Uhehm, no I’m not busy... I’d be happy to go over whatever you’d like.” That sounded like more than it should have you felt like but he still seemed totally nonchalant. He bowed and then led the way, you following the trail of whatever cologne he was wearing. Chan opened the door and let you in first.

You walked into his office nervous, hoping you could keep control of yourself because you had never felt so out of control in your life. As soon as you were in his office Chan came in too, then shut and locked the door. You turned to him and he walked up on you quickly. Your heart started racing, his hands gently cradled your face, his now a breath away from yours. 

“God please tell me you feel this too.” You were so relieved, you pulled him into a kiss as your answer. You had to taste his lips, they looked so juicy, a little red from worrying at them. You pulled away for a breath and backed towards his desk pulling him by his tie gently. He had a wicked smile on his face and followed. You sat on the desk legs spread, skirt riding up a bit and Chan nestled himself between your thighs, gripping your hips before kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders and scooched forward. 

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I started here.” He admitted suddenly, lips hovering over yours. You couldn’t help how big your smile got. 

“Really?” He nodded biting at his lips and then kissing you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting you until oxygen was needed. 

“I’ve always noticed you too, it’s always kind of scared me.” You panted out. One of Chan’s hands was on your waist the other tracing your jaw.  

“You don’t have to be scared baby girl.” You felt warm all over hearing him say that. 

“I know.” You lifted your skirt more then hooked your fingers into the side of your panties and pulled them over, exposing your dripping sex to him. He looked down and his mouth watered but then he forced himself to look back up at you. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded and pulled at him desperately. 

“Mhmm.” You needed him. Chan started to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down and just as he was about to pull down his briefs, exposing the large outline in them, he realized something. 

“Oh... uh... I don’t have a condom.” You looked at him sweetly, a little shy, you always were when it came to this stuff. 

“Well... it’s just... together forever, right? I mean, that’s what this means... doesn’t it?” Chan cupped your face and nodded his eyes sparkling. 

“Together forever.” He kissed you softly. 

“I’m on the pill, so... it’s okay.” He shook his head, then dropped his underwear and you got a full view of what had been straining against the stretchy fabric of his briefs. You gnawed at your lips and he didn’t waste time. Chan wrapped your legs around him and lined up with your wet hole. When he sank into you it finally made sense.  

“Yes... fuck... f-feels so good baby girl. Please wanna hear you say my name, tell me how you want it beautiful.” 

“Chan yes fuck... harder, fuck me harder...” Chan fucked you harder, panting and moaning just as much as you. You loved how he wasn’t scared to make a little bit of noise for you. Not enough for anyone outside the office to hear but enough to make you drip for him. Chan shook his head no. 

“C-call me Chris...” 

“What?” You stopped him and looked into his eyes, your soulmate’s eyes. 

“C-Chris, my real first name is Chris...” I’ll be goddamned, you thought to yourself. 

“What’s your last name?” He smirked at you with a funny look on his face, laughing a little. 

“Seems like an unusual time to ask. Wanna know what yours is gonna be in the future?” You flushed and smiled. 

“It’s Bang.” He kissed you. The fucking psychic was right. 

“Why does everyone call you Chan?” He pushed a stray hair away and you couldn’t help but lean into his warmth. 

“It’s my middle name and there is a lot of Chris’ on our team. So I go by Chan in the office, but everywhere else, I’m Chris and I’d very much prefer to be Chris when I’m inside you. He rolled his hips and your eyes rolled back.  

“Mmmm Chris...” He started fucking you harder egged on by you using his actual first name. 

“huhuhu Chrisss...” Harder harder harder he kept pounding into you. He loved it he wanted more. 

“C-C-Chr-risss... g-gonna... gonna cum.” A light sweat was starting to break out on Chan’s forehead as he pushed you harder towards your climax. Your arms wrapped around him hand fulls of his beautiful curls. 

“God fuck I’m gonna cum too... fuck! Cum with me baby girl... cum with me.” He snapped his hips into yours again, brushing your g spot and you went nose diving into your orgasm clutching onto his muscular frame tightly, gasping for air. As soon as your cunt started clenching around Chan he started coming too, pushing deep inside as he filled you.

You both held each other, your legs wrapped around him, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch your breath. Once both your heartbeats returned to normal Chan helped you off his desk and pulled your skirt down for you. You adjusted his tie and he leaned in kissing you again. 

“Uh do you maybe wanna grab some dinner tonight?” You smiled and tried to help tame his curls a bit after mussing them when you came. 

“I’d love to Chris.” 

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[ybklix]

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♡ pairing: bang chan x fem!character

⮑ intro

⋆cw: none ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

⋆notes: narrated from fem character’s pov. fic based on 2004.

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a/n: help, i’m not really sure how that store used to be like since I’m writing it to romanticize the early 2000’s ok

chapters one & two

ONE

word count: 816

Excluding the part about living in an insignificant town and still attending school… it’s not relevant. None of that matters or will matter once I manage to get out of here… and finally become someone else among the millions of people in the city, amidst the hustle and bustle, broken hopes, dreams hanging by a thread, and completely void happiness, just there, I’ll be there. Living, I guess. Breathing in the smoke from some neighbor’s cigarette and questioning if this is my path, since clearly the one I’m on now is not pleasing at all.

I managed to stop my thoughts for a few seconds; my mother was shouting from the bathroom, repeatedly asking me to check on a delivery the courier had just made. It was my last weekend before a new school year, and surprisingly, the weather had remained warm, so I was only wearing comfortable clothes. August had gone by, soon it would be September, and my favorite season would finally begin.

I opened the door to find an ostentatious box with the IKEA logo engraved on it. I had no idea if my mother had ordered some new furniture, so just as I was about to grab it and drag it, I realized the big mistake. The label didn’t bear any familiar name, and in fact, the address indicated the next-door neighbor’s number. Minho Lee, 143. I grimaced, unsure if I should be the one to report the mistake, or just not bother and move the box in front of his door, hoping he’d open it.

Considering, it was strange for this kind of confusion as deliveries like this always went to the reception where they would then call the owner just to make sure if it’s okay to bring it up or leave it right there downstairs.

Minho Lee… I knew they moved into the next-door apartment almost over a month ago, but honestly, I never cared to know who lived around me. I dragged the heavy box a few meters to his door and simply knocked on his door out of impulse, without hope of any response or desire to stay there to give any explanation. But the response was quicker than I thought because, as soon as I knocked, almost instantly, the neighbor appeared, dressed comfortably all in black, in shorts and a sleeveless shirt.

He had a look of confusion on his face. I remained for 3 seconds not knowing what to do until I managed to say:

“This appeared at our door, but I think it’s yours.”

The Asian-looking guy looked even more confused for about two more seconds until he managed to read that my gaze was directed towards the ground, and it wasn’t until he noticed that, his demeanor could relax. He read the name on the label and immediately thanked me.

“Yes, it’s here, thank you.”

I gave a smile with nothing else to say and headed for the doorknob of my door as I watched him out of the corner of my eye bending down to pick up his belongings. And finally, I quickly entered, realizing the ridiculous pajamas I was wearing. I closed my eyes tightly, embarrassed, as if that action could erase how uncomfortable it was for me to realize that I had a considerably attractive neighbor. His aura, his appearance… I wished to study him a little more, but really there was nothing more to say, nothing more than, here’s your box. I bit my lip wondering if I should have spoken and started a conversation with him by saying the typical nonsense like “this mistake had never happened before… the courier must be new, just like you, since when did you move…” But precisely my outfit, relaxed and messy, and my appearance… if only I had a little more luck next time, I wouldn’t think of wasting it like this.

Minho Lee looked young, like a recent college graduate, or maybe someone in their final year. As I climbed the stairs to my room, I thought about how ridiculous it was to start creating more ideas about him. Checking the clock, I smiled realizing it was my working hour and that I could leave this apartment without excuse.

After minutes, I left; grabbing my apartment keys and without saying a word to my mother, as if we didn’t have the great freedom to know or communicate our next whereabouts. Or just any kind of communication. Living with her was strange.

The building’s elevator stopped working two weeks ago and still seems to be under repair, so I hurry down the stairs until I reach the main hall, where surprisingly, I manage to recognize whose broad back was in front of me, also leaving the building, but heading in a different direction.

Part of me felt the need to follow him just out of sheer curiosity, and the fact of feeling excitement studying a new individual was… indescribable. Who is Minho Lee.

TWO

word count: 2k

My whole world sadly revolved around an idiot who never knew how to love me, care for me, and protect me the way I would have wanted. The way a sensible father would care for his only daughter. Or at least that’s what everyone reminds me every year in every damn school; always asking about my father, wondering what his next book would be about… but I can’t even speak out loud about him, sometimes I wish he were a stranger, but I have the greatest fear that… what little I know about him encompasses important concepts of who or how he really is.

I was the only daughter of a well-known artist, the acclaimed writer Henry Waldrop, whose books were such a great success that each of them —almost all of them— were adapted in Hollywood, on the big screens, with actors of the caliber of Nicole Kidman or Brad Pitt, working with promising directors like Mendes and Fincher, winners of important awards, with Henry himself writing his own scripts on a couple of occasions, nothing took him out of Los Angeles. Waldrop has been hailed as the greatest American speaking in the world of literature since Fitzgerald and Hemingway by the Times, countless interviews in the New Yorker, and among other accolades.

He has been called everything; but I will never be able to call him dad again, not since I was 7 years old.

My relationship with him is cold, distant, and almost nonexistent; I always register my name as Calliope Moore, my mother’s last name, hoping not to be recognized in this small town, however, I can’t change it at school, for the moment I can’t change it legally either; so for now, I remain hidden like this. Meanwhile, in a part-time job after school and on weekends.

I was a child who could be considered naive and sweet, at least until I was 6 years old. Then I realized many things, that my father loved fame and excess in meaningless material things more than his family, that his writing is immature and difficult to read, never matured, I never understood why I had to do it before him, unfairly, or worse, do it for him. Despite that, I became my worst enemy, I became an admirer, not of him, but of the artistic world in which he lived; my only memories with him were his huge literary collection, his love for art and cinema; he had me captive every year of my life, I spent hours sitting in his library reading instead of having a conversation with him; I chose something from his extensive collection of movies to watch on DVD. All this on his forced weekends when he legally had to see me. And worst of all, I found refuge in letters… vaguely considering myself a writer; like he is.

I know there’s the silly idea that he really cares about me just because he’s my father, that everything can be fixed if only I would talk to him… but I wish it were that simple, the reason I preferred to be locked in his office was because I saw too many things I should never have seen, situations that a loving and careful father would ensure none of his children know about, I cried seeing women enter his apartment, thinking it wasn’t the kind of love he should give to mother, I didn’t understand why my friends at school could introduce them and I just heard ‘oh, he’s something like a celebrity, he’s just busy. Maybe someday you’ll be like him.’

I sigh and look from afar at the store manager smiling at me, it’s funny to consider he has a little crush on me and I can easily manipulate him. In a matter of seconds, the loud sound of the phone interrupts my daily thoughts about complaining about life.

“Blockbus-”

“Callie, it’s Sarah, can you urgently cover for me for two hours? I have something very important at university.”

I rolled my eyes at being interrupted and at hearing my coworker’s needy voice on the other end of the line, I didn’t need details, but I was surprised by the quick passage of time, so I checked it, she arrived an hour later than agreed and I had no idea.

“All right.”

“Thank you, I owe you one, Cal.”

I slid over the counter, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, bored. Tim, the manager, who is about 8 years older than me, took care of putting on music; I really didn’t have a specific plan for this Saturday, but two more hours of time were just time.

To kill the time, I moved around here and there, sorted movies, checked boxes of new tapes, read each synopsis, sorted each genre, and finally went to tidy up a bit under the main counter; customers came in sporadically and this was the next customer I heard since an hour ago. Tim greeted them with a good evening. I assumed they had to go between the aisles of shelves to pick out their movie or movies to rent, so I didn’t pay attention to them as I continued cleaning up a bit.

Indeed, it took about 10 minutes, when I heard the plastic fall onto the cold wood of the checkout counter and a male voice say, referring to Tim, “Are you checking out over here?”

“No, um, Callie-”

Tim spoke and before he finished his sentence, I hurried to stand up, finding the guy from this morning next to me, Minho Lee. He was still dressed in black, now with jeans, he was wearing bracelets on his left hand now. For a second, I couldn’t say anything, other than meet his gaze, but I immediately regained my composure and gave him a warm smile, but I feared that this time, for him, this client, it was a genuine one.

His gaze was tender for a second as he seemed slightly surprised by the sudden way I unexpectedly ‘sprung’ from the floor; then he softened it and kept eye contact with me.

“I’m here to return these,” he spoke, dragging a stack of 3 movies “and I’ll take these” he pointed to the stack on the right.

My gaze lowered to his hands on the tapes and on the DVDs themselves. I took the products to be returned and inspected each one of them: How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Kill Bill, A Tale of Two Sisters. I gave him a smile, clearly judging, at least it was the fun part of the job; seeing what kind of person you were based on your taste in movies. And for Minho… there was no relation, a romantic comedy, Kill Bill, just Kill Bill and… a foreign psychological horror movie, judging by its cover, it seemed to be from Asia. If I weren’t trying to convince myself that someone considerably attractive like him is single, I would say the romantic comedy is something he would watch with some romantic date without a doubt.

“Name?” I raised my eyebrows, feigning disinterest as if I hadn’t seen him a couple of hours ago.

Judging by his look, it was clear that in some way he also recognized me.

“Under the name of Minho Lee, with an H between the N and O” he replied.

This Charming Man by The Smiths started playing and I noticed a slight movement of his fingers on the table to the rhythm of the melody; all while I typed his name into the computer. I was impressed by his profile, apparently, he’s a frequent customer judging by the long list of movies. He even has a membership, wow, I had never seen him here.

“Would you like the standard two-week rental?”

He nodded. I registered the new movies to rent, not without looking at them in detail: a foreign horror movie, Korean-looking, The Wig, Dracula 2, god, I heard the movie was terrible and Scream 2. I guess he wanted to watch only one genre for the moment, no more romantic comedies.

“That will be 33 dollars… 23 with the membership discount.”

“Thank you… Calliope” he read the tag with my name on my blue vest.

The story of my name is a bit funny, my father, a man without emotional responsibility whose heart was always incapable of falling in love, had his philosophy around the Greek mythology of the 9 muses, which is ironic considering the number of lovers he had, and, from what I heard, how much he promised each of the women he got involved with, that they were his muse and inspiration. My name comes from the muse of music, as he met my mother in college and that was her career at the time. My mother’s dream was always to direct orchestras, play the cello at important events in New York… but then I was born.

It would be a nice and moving story if any of my parents appreciated each other, but my mother made sure to make it clear how much she detested him and remind me what she could have done if I had never been born.

During that time, my father was working as an apprentice to a professor and substitute professor at the university. A literary cliché that inspired one of his books, by the way. Each page of the encounters with my mother severely altered, as she exclaimed, that never happened… if only things had been like that… Anyway, the book turned into a movie and considered a classic romance of the nineties. It was funny when someone came to rent it, since for now, I work at the town’s Blockbuster.

Anyway, my father had this immature belief that since I was the one growing in my mother’s womb, I would be the greatest force and source of inspiration for her, a muse. Sometimes I suppose my mother ended up hating me. She had to raise me and support Henry in his dream as a writer. I grew up and live in the same place as him; a wealthy area in northern New York state; where my teachers, absorbed by his work, expected innate talent from me.

But the pressure isn’t always on me. I have an older brother, a half-brother, named Apollo —a bit strange considering that literature says he was married to Calliope or something like that—; who likes to be recognized as Henry Waldrop’s legitimate son, with his gallery in Manhattan; however, he’s nothing more than another pretentious wannabe from the Upper East Side.

After Minho left, I pretended to close his membership and register the returned movies, but I was just snooping around, his birthday, October 25th, he’s 10 years older than me, he really doesn’t seem like it; it must be his Asian genetics I guess. His address, registered in the same building as mine, his email, his phone, and… the record of his rentals.

Not even 10 minutes passed when the sound of the door caught my attention again, Sarah had arrived, I didn’t notice the time so I checked it, she arrived an hour later than agreed and had no idea.

Sarah came in with a smile, dropping her bag on the counter making noise as she arrived.

“I’m here.”

I quickly closed the computer information and let out a jokingly annoyed sigh at her presence.

“Well, there are only two hours left until closing.”

“Three, we close later on Saturdays.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and took off my blue vest, walking to the other side of the counter, ready to grab my things and leave.

“Is this…?” Sarah mentioned, catching my attention.

I turned to look at her and she was holding the returned movies from a few moments ago. I forgot to organize them.

“Oh, let me-”

“Oh no” she interrupted me “Kill Bill and A Tale of Two Sisters, Korean horror? Did the handsome guy already stopped by?”

I frowned.

“He just left” said Tim.

Sarah made a disappointed face.

“I guess he comes often” I said.

“Of course, every Saturday at seven during my shift.”

I stared at her, perplexed.

“He’s definitely coming to see you, Sarah” Tim added, amused.

Sarah just smiled. I let out a reluctant laugh.

“I’m leaving” I announced.

“Wait, Callie, aren’t you going to organize them…” I heard Sarah exclaim just before leaving through the door, but I decided to ignore her.

She can do it alone. Maybe Minho can come back to help her.

[anyamaris]

What a Tease...

Word Count-1448

Summary-You finally get to see your boyfriend and his group perform and you made sure to look extra pretty for him.

Pairing- BF!Chris aka Bang Chan x Fem!reader

Trope-Established Relationship AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), use of pet names, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @thelargefrye @pyeonghongrie-main @flowerboykun @kwanisms @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou

A/N-This is a request for @millennial-fangirl - ALSO this is my first time writing a non-Ateez based fic, so.. please be gentle. I hope I captured what you wanted with this request! I hope to explore more SKZ in the future!

Also thank you as always to @cafekitsune for use of banners below!

You watched happily as your boyfriend and his group performed their last song on stage for the night.  You felt a surge of pride as the entire crowd went insane, cheering and screaming.  Unable to help yourself from getting sucked into the vibe, you join right in with them.  

Chris catches your eye for the hundredth time tonight as he talks to his friends and teammates, patting them on the back and hugging them as the curtain goes down.  Grinning like a fool, you just watch for a bit before you make your way back to the waiting room.  You know he’s going to be busy and tired, so you make yourself useful and go to gather things and clean up.  

Not even a few moments later, you hear the door behind you open, letting in all the noise from the crowd of people backstage, staff and crew.  The door closes as your boyfriend stops to stare at you, locking the door behind his back. Shocked to see Chris standing there so quickly, you only have a moment to stutter out a “Why-?” but then he’s across the room before you can blink, his hands in your hair, his plush lips pressing onto yours.  “Chris-?” you try again but he’s humming, backing you up into the wall. 

Finally able to get a breath as he plants kisses down to your neck, you gasp as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around him.  “What in the world, Christopher Bang, has gotten into you?” you gasp out.  “You…” is all he says as his mouth reclaims yours.  “Chri-” You try once more but then he stops and pulls back to look at you.  His dark eyes have you clamping your lips shut.  

“Did you really think you could wear that tonight and not have me distracted? Don’t act like you don’t know how you affect me…” he growls, burying his face into your neck, nipping and licking.  “Mmm-but…the others-staff-” you are panting out, but he ignores you as he slides his hand between your legs, pushing up your skirt as he shoves your panties to the side.

“Right here?!” you yelp as he pushes two fingers into your already wet core.  “Mmm…are you going to keep protesting like this isn’t turning you on, sweetheart?” he whispers against your ear and you moan loudly.  “If you keep worrying about other people, I can go unlock the door and let them watch us-” he groans into your ear as you yank his hair sharply at his words.  

“Oh…is that a yes?” he laughs softly, dropping you to your feet suddenly and then parting from you to walk towards the locked door.  “Oh my god, Chris!” you yell and he turns towards you with a smirk.  You can only lean against the wall, panties soaking through at the sight of him, sweaty, his makeup from the show smudged, his muscles glistening and residual sparkles from the stage makeup.  

His sleeveless shirt was of course a crop top, and your eyes dip down to his leather pants, the obvious arousal straining against the tight fabric.  He stalks back towards you with a dark gleam in his eyes as he takes in your appearance as well.  You happen to glance towards the mirror on the other side of the room and you can see your disheveled clothing, your short skirt that you’d worn just for him still hiked up.  Your cheeks were a stained pink and your lipstick was smeared a bit from his mouth.  

“You look so fucking hot right now, I can’t help but want to bury myself inside of you.  The only way I’m waiting is if you tell me no right now.”  He says, raising an eyebrow at you.  You just swallow, biting your lip as he gives you a few moments to protest.  Then he grins, closing the distance once more as he turns you around abruptly.  

“Oh my-” you gasp, but then he’s on his knees, parting your legs as you press your face against the wall.  “So beautiful…you wore this to tease me, hmm?” he asks, pulling down your panties then using his thumbs to part your folds.  “Mhmmm….” you can only manage and he rubs your ass gently.  “I’d say you were a bad girl but I know you did it to please me…still….” he whispers, then you feel his lips kiss the back of your thigh as he kneads the plump flesh of your bottom.  

“Chris….don’t tease me….” you whine and he smiles.  “Aww my pretty girl…” he says against the skin of your thigh and then he nips you lightly.  You cry out, then he’s on his feet, pressing you forward a little more.  “No teasing today, but later….” he promises in a low whisper and you hum, your legs shaking at the mild threat.  “Right now, I just want to fuck you until you cum on me, I need to be up this pretty little skirt…” he says, and you hear his zipper then he’s pressing his cockhead against you, slowly stretching you as he pushes into you.  

“Ah fuck-yes-” he groans and you let out a low moan, enjoying the sensation of his cock.  “Yes, Chris…more…please!” you beg and he grips your hips.  “This is what you wanted, huh?  Having me aching for your pretty little pussy?” he asks, then he thrusts forward quickly, burying himself inside of you.  You had opened your mouth to respond but now only a strangled cry comes out.  

“That’s it, gorgeous, let me hear those sexy cries for me while I -” he cuts himself off as you heighten your cries, and he groans loudly, his breathing coming faster.  “Oh fuck-” he bites out, then he’s slowing down, his hand on your lower back.  “Baby…” he says as he pulls out of you and you whimper.  “Shh…come here…” he says, taking your hand and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room.  

He sits down, pushing his pants down and he pats his leg.  “Come ride me….if I keep going like that, I’m going to cum before you do and….well…..that’s not okay, now is it?” he asks, smiling sweetly at you.  You eagerly straddle him as the smile fades from his face as he chews his bottom lip.  You lower yourself back onto him and he throws his head back, letting out a deep moan.  Grabbing his shoulders, you start to slide yourself up and down on him, adjusting your hips so you’re rubbing against him with your sensitive nub.  

His glazed eyes are watching you as he parts his lips, just watching you.  “Ride me just like that…ride me until you cum on me, baby girl….” he demands, and you throw your head back as you bounce on him faster, feeling the quaking start in your abdomen.  “Chris! Oh god…” you moan out and he’s panting harder, urging you on with cooing noises as you finally feel your body start to shake.  “CHRIS!” you scream out and his fingers dig into your hips, rocking you back and forth as you finally give in and clench around him.  

His eyes roll back and then shut as you watch him tremble beneath you.  “Baby girl..cumming….” he grunts, then he’s lifting you as he lets his head fall back onto the couch, letting you milk him as you clench around him.  Your cries become whimpers as you struggle to continue to ride him until he’s hissing out, your grin not going unnoticed by him as you feel his seed leaking out between the two of you.  “Shit-oh my god-you-” he starts to scold you but then you’re collapsing on him as you bring your lips to his.  

“Naughty, so naughty, Christopher Bang…” you whisper and he grins.  “Who makes me this way?” he asks and raises an eyebrow at you.  “Mmm…” you mumble as you bite his lip and he laughs, giving your ass a light swat.  You both finally register the voices outside the door and he groans and looks over.  “Ah…fuck…” he sighs and you giggle.  

“Hey when you two are done, we’d like to get our things!” you hear one of the guys and Chris rolls his eyes.  “Shut up or I’ll stay in here all night!” he yells back.  “You wouldn’t!” you hear another voice but then your boyfriend is lifting you both and he’s helping you smooth your skirt back down.  Pressing a kiss to your lips, he leans down to whisper one last thing in your ear before he goes to unlock the door.  

“Make sure you wear a skirt at the next show too...”

[kpopbestie96]

Part two: Crushing on my best friend

Hello lovelies! I finally wrote part two! I really hope you enjoy it! Again, I'm really sorry for not posting part two earlier. I wanted to but time got away from me. Please enjoy, please be delusional reading this! Let's go!

Paring: Bang Chan x reader, Bang Chan x Y/n

Genre: Stray Kids fan fiction, Bang Chan fan fiction

Warnings: cussing, 17+

"Let me see your phone," Chan demanded, holding out his hand, hoping she would actually give it to him.

She scoffed in disgust while rolling her eyes. "What for?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Chan felt his anger brewing while thinking back to what you said if she didn't show you her phone. His heart stung a little bit. "I see..."

"See what?" Her eyebrows were pinched together, annoyed that you would ask to see her phone.

"We're done," he said without any more hesitation.

"Seriously Chan?" She stepped closer to him, her vision not leaving his. "Just because I won't show you my phone??"

"It means your hiding something."

"It fucking doesn't!" He looked down at his coffee table, seeing his phone light up while she had her back towards him; complaining how he doesn't know how to trust people.

He saw that it was you who messaged, squinting down to try and read it before she turned back around. He saw something, saying: I've been wanting to tell you. Is all he could read before she was yelling his way again.

His mind was racing, not even listening to his girlfriend, wondering what the rest of the message said if it started of the way it did.

"Please leave," He pointed towards the door annoyed. "I want you out of here! We're offically done." He was fuming and couldn't wait for her to leave his home and life.

"I can't believe this!" Her arms moving every which way. "You're throwing this all away because of an accusation??"

"Just show me your phone, it's simple." He noted.

"No," her voice almost sounded liked a spoiled child. A brat that wasn't getting her way.

"Then get the fuck out. I can't help you much more."

She left yelling, flailing her arms everywhere as he walked back to pick up his phone off the coffee table.

He opened your message, sitting down slowly onto his couch, taken back by your confession.

"She likes me more than a friend??" He couldn't believe it. He thought earlier today you would say something, not send him a message while fighting with his girlfriend. Well ex now.

A smiled crept on to his face because the younger version in him was jumping up for joy. He pushed his crush for you away when he realized this was only going to be a friendship.

He never wanted to ask because he didn't want to ruin what you two had. But now that you admitted to liking him, he was ready to confess how he feels about you.

He messaged you, called you but you weren't picking up or texting back. I wonder if she's asleep, he thought as he saw the time.

I'll go over tomorrow, he got ready for bed but it was no use sleeping as he wondered what to say. "I like you too, always have. No that's dumb. Um, you've always been part of my heart." He covered his eyes with his hands trying to find a way to tell you.

The next morning you immediately checked your phone. Okay, let's think of the worst possible outcome.

When you clicked your phone on, you saw there was a few messages and missed calls from Chan. Shit, I didn't think it would be this bad. You tossed your phone back onto the night stand, walking away to go take a shower where you cried your eyes out.

I should have done it...I knew it. You gripped your hair, frustrated for letting your emotions take over to do something so crazy.

The entire morning, you avoided your phone like the plauge. You werent ready for the rejection, so you made your breakfast and chilling in the living room. While Chan was at home wondering why you haven't called or messaged him back.

He figured he would do the next best thing and go over. He zipped up his favorite black jacket over his white sleeveless top, paired with some black shorts and shoes.

He raced over to your house, hoping that you were still there and didn't leave for the day while you finally got up and decided to check your phone.

Okay, I can do this. I will understand and be mindful of his decision. I can do this.

You sat down on your bed, your feet hanging off as you couldn't help but stare at your phone. As much as you were comforting yourself, your body didn't want to reach out and grab it.

As you bit you bottom lip softly, you finally reached over, grabbed it and held your phone in your hand.

When you clicked it on, you saw other notifications that weren't top priority to look at, as you clicked on the messages icon on the screen.

Your finger hovered above Chan's messages not looking down at the phone. Okay just press it, you told yourself. As soon as you were about to press your thumb down on the screen, you heard a knock on the door.

Your eyes shot open, what...who's that? You brought your phone closer to you, looking down to see Chan messaged he was coming over.

Oh! You quickly fixed yourself up a bit before answering the door, not wanting to look too much like trash.

"Hey!" You said opening the door wide for him to come in. "Sorry I didn't see your message. I would have gotten dressed more and done my makeup."

"Y/n you're fine! I always tell you how much more beautiful you look without it."

You tried to keep your smile down as your nerves were wondering why he was here. Oh God, he's going to reject me to my face. Well let's get this over with. "Please, come in." You said stepping out of the way for him to walk in and take his shoes off by the door.

"Do you want anything to drink?" You nervously asked, eyeing him suspiciously when he didn't turn around to face you, seeing his the black jacket cover his broad shoulders.

"Nah, I'm okay. But is there a reason you didn't text or call back?" He asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.

With your hands behind your back, you stared at the ground nervously as your heart was about to fall out of your chest and land on the floor. "I...I guess I wasn't ready," you stuttered as you tried to keep your tears from falling out.

"What do you mean?" He walked over to you, seeing his white socks in your view. "Wait, did you think I don't feel the same way?"

Your head snapped up a little too quickly, making you mentally face palm yourself for the way your reacted. What did he say??

But Chan didn't think of anything of it as he could see the worry on your face. "Y/n...can I see your hand?"

"Um..sure..." you said sounding skeptical. You shakily put your hand out, which made you yell at yourself. I've held his hand before, I need to calm down.

His strong, veiny hand covered yours making you cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "You're message made me so happy, you have no idea how long I've had a crush on you."

Time stood still with his announcement, none of this seemed real to you. "What?" Was the only question you could ask.

"We've been friends for years and I thought that's all we were ever going to be. So I pushed my crush for you away. But now that I know..."

He stepped closer to you, titling your head up to look at him, while he continued to hold your hand, squeezing it a bit tighter.

Your body was tense and you could feel your breathing become irregular, there's no way this is fucking happening. I'm dreaming, cause that's the only logical explanation right now.

He moved his face down as your eyes were wide open, waiting for something you've only dreamt about. His face stopped, softly feeling his pink plumped lips agaisnt yours.

You silently whined as he opened his eyes, wanting to make sure this was okay, not want to over step his boundaries. "May I? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Of course you can."

You could feel him smile before placing his free hand on your left cheek, softly pressing his lips against yours.

Your head was spinning as the butterflies in your stomach released.

You couldn't believe this was happening, thinking to all the times you've dreamt about this, all the times where you were shyly checking him out, all the times for biting your tongue whenever he would introduce a new girl to you.

His hands moved to your hips, pressing your body against his while you floated on the most comfortable cloud you've ever rode.

"I've been waiting a long time to do that," He said breaking you out of your thoughts while resting his head against yours.

You opened your eyes, starting into his, while there was ringing in your ears. "I know what you mean," you softly laughed while you didn't want to move past this moment.

"But go get dressed," Chan said, standing straight up. "Let's go on a date."

"A date??" You asked shocked, flinching back by saying the word date.

"Unless you want to stay friends? Let's go hang out." He chuckled.

"I'll go get ready! I'm assuming casual?"

You couldn't help but move your vision to see his his jacket sliding down his arm, exposing his toned shoulder. You quickly yelled at yourself to whip your gaze back to his.

"Yeah, let's go do something fun!"

"Okay, I'm in!" You were about to run to your room when he grabbed your hand and spun your around.

"Wait one more thing," He said before smashing your lips against his. "Just wanted to do that. But go get dressed."

You were left in a haze as you walked to your room, feeling his lips still on yours.

"Woow..." you said quietly to yourself as you closed the door behind and threw yourself onto the bed, smiling so big while staring up the ceiling. I can't believe this is real! You squealed, trying your best not to be too loud.

Once you got dressed, did some makeup, you walked out to a smiling Chan who turned your TV off once you walked out.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

You walked to the elevator as he sneakily intertwined your fingers together. Your cheeks became warm, looking down at your hands together before looking at him.

You could see a smile forming on his face, his ears turning red as he shyly turned towards you.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Of course," you smiled before stepping onto the elevator and heading to your first date with him.

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[youn9racha]

hard thoughts, you insinuate bang chan has gym muscles and not "actual" strength 👀 *cough* strength kink *cough*

no because if you want to tease him like that, he’ll go insane.

you’ll see him come back from the gym being all sweaty and stuff, and he’s wearing his usual black sleeveless top. you see how his arm slightly flex when he lifts up his arm to have a sip of bottle as he approaches you to give you a kiss on the forehead as a greeting. you noticed how he was getting bigger and bigger and your need for him to throw you around like a bag of rice is all that is inhabiting in your brain.

“are those muscles really your muscles?” you commented as he walked to the open kitchen to grab a snack. he lifted his head of the fridge with a furrowed brow, “what do you mean?”

you smirked, “do they really do their job? can you even lift anything?”

you went on and teased him about his “fake muscles” but chan can see right through your facade.

you knew he was a strong man, you know he could just pick you up and throw you onto the couch like you were a feather, but he wabted to have your fun. he just crossed his bulky arms as he looks at you with a dark smile.

you knew chan was the type to get affected by comments about his appearance, but you knew this wouldn’t affect him because he worked hard for it, and you know that very well.

“yeah, your biceps don’t do shit, i bet it won’t even carry m—woah!”

your words were interrupted suddenly after chan effortlessly threw you over his shoulder with one arm, making you fake protest and carried on blurting out nonsense as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

“you’re weak, christopher bang! you don’t have any strength!”

after you finished your protest, he threw you into the bed and pinned you down by trapping your wrist into the bed with his arm as his buff body lays on top of you, his eyes going down on you with a lustful gaze, making you gulp in intimidation.

“what? ran out of insult?”

you stuttered out some gibberish as his head leaned down to your neck, licking and biting the sweet spot making you moan at the pleasant feeling, making him slightly chuckle as he leaned back to your face, his lips barely touching yours, whispering with a menacing smirk.

“thats what i thought…”

[peachiejeongin]

The Phantoms Part 3: Bright | Bang Chan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (You are here) | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Synopsis: With a regained passion for music, y/n decides to take it upon herself to get back into her high school's music program. Of course, she needs a little help from a certain three phantoms...

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader (Reader takes the place of Julie Molina from Julie and the Phantoms) [Occurs somewhat in this chapter]

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Grief of a lost parent, slight mentions of negative home lives, slight mentions of homophobia

Notice: Hello, my loves! I have been feeling a bit ill the past couple of days, but I still want to update this story as much as possible :) I want to go ahead and preface that in this chapter, there is mention of Han being gay since he takes the place of Alex in the original show. I would like to follow this up by stating I do not actually believe Han is gay in real life; I do not know Stray Kids personally, therefore I do not know their sexual orientations. I wanted to get that out of the way so there was no confusion! Additionally, like the other chapters, I hold no rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor any of its characters! Enjoy part three! Fair warning, it is LONG lol!

You clutched the song in your arms, holding it in a tight embrace as if it could escape you at any moment. Tears fell down your face as your saddened gaze shut tightly. In the aftermath of your powerful performance, you felt a swirl of emotions, including pride, grief and even a twinge of haze.

Despite the confusing plethora of moods, one thought stood out in your mind: you had rediscovered your love for music, the hobby that made your soul sing, and with it, you had found pieces of yourself you thought had passed on with your mother.

You were unaware of the presence of Chan, Han, and Changbin stood behind you, their expressions flickering between sympathy, awe, and uncertainty. As Chan had stated prior, the song was a demonstration of your mother's extraordinary talent in songwriting, and they were absolutely mesmerized at how effortlessly you had performed the ballad; however, admist their admiration,the boys remained confused about one lingering aspect.

Why did you lie?

In spite of telling them you did not play the piano, the melody they witnessed moments earlier significantly debunked your claim. They were perplexed as to why you would feel the need to fabricate your talent.

Those thoughts were immediately pushed aside when the boys heard you lightly sobbing; they felt their hearts twinge at the soft noise, their expressions softening into ones of condolence.

Han instinctually stepped forward to give you a hug, forgetting both that he could not make physical contact with you and that you did not know that he was behind you; however, Chan grabbed onto his shoulder to stop him, shaking his head as if to say, "Don't." Chan shot a glance at Changbin before moving his finger around in a circle, symboling for them to make their leave.

The three warped outside of the garage, Han immediately making his way over to Chan. The sun was fully beaming over the earth, its translucent rays highlighting the band; there was a freshness in the air, which conflicted with the rigidity of Han's footsteps.

"Dude, why'd you stop me?" Han asked the older boy, befuddlement wrapping around his demeanor. "Y/n needed a hug!"

"Bro, a ghost hug isn't the feel-good moment that you think it is," Chan responded, adjusting the hem of his blue, sleeveless jacket; his tone was understanding yet firm. "Trust me. What she needs right now is just a bit of privacy." Han clicked his tongue, his gaze hardening slightly.

"You know, I think you poofed us out because you can't handle when other people cry," Han retaliated in a surprisingly stern tone of voice, causing Chan to widen his eyes in shock. "I should know. I cried in a room for 29 years, and I didn't get a single hug from either of you!" His dialogue had now shifted towards both Chan and Changbin as he motioned his pointer finger between the two guys, his voice breaking as he complained. The vicinity was silent, almost tense for a moment, broken only by Changbin releasing a sympathetic sigh.

"Alright, bring it in," Changbin spoke softly as he opened his arms to embrace the younger male; however, Han quickly threw a back-hand up in protest.

"Don't touch me!" he yelled. Changbin stepped back, the gentle beam fading from his features as he slowly lowered his arms.

"This is why no one hugs you!" he mumbled aggravatedly to Han, eliciting a quiet yet frustrated sigh from the latter.

"O...kay," Chan commented, extremely bewildered at what had just happened. "Look, I think the first thing we should do, once we get the courage to go in there is ask y/n..." Chan paused to look back at the garage, letting out a perplexed breath, "why she lied about playing the piano."

"Yeah," Han agreed. "Maybe tell her how amazing she is," he added onto Chan's proposition, earning an, "of course!" from the Australian.

"She's legit!" Changbin exclaimed. "I got ghost bumps." Changbin rubbed his arms in order to harp upon his play on words. Suddenly, the soft creek of the gate echoed behind them, followed by the sound of quiet sobs. Flynn appeared, her steps unhurriedly striding and her head hung in sorrow. The boys' gazes snapped to her as she entered the studio, their expressions morphing from surprise to concern then forming into panic.

"Was she crying, too?" Han asked meekly.

"Yes!" Chan threw his hands down anxiously, and he dragged out the affirming word alarmingly. "And the only thing worse than one girl crying is two girls crying!" He held up the respective amount of fingers for both numbers he enunciated upon; his voice was laced with dismay.

"He's right," Han told Changbin in the audibility of a whisper.

"Guys, we definitely can't go in there now!" Chan's voice came out in a panicked rush, his usual composure cracking.

"But!" Changbin suddenly perked his head up, a light-bulb brightening in his head. "We can listen." The three guys nodded and made their way over to the garage doors, Han giving Changbin a pat on the back for his clever idea. The three heads peered into the thin windows of the studio and listened in on the girls' conversation.

"Your dad said you'd be out here," Flynn got your attention, her hands shoved in the pockets of her black jacket. You flicked your head upwards to face her, which caused Chan, Changbin, and Han to duck down out of view; they could not see the two of you anymore, but they could still hear you.

"We need to talk," she bluntly continued as she approached the piano.

"Are you okay?" you asked while readjusting your sheet music so it leaned neatly against the front of the sleek, wooden instrument.. Flynn shut her eyes tight in response, an expression of dejection etched onto her face.

"No, I'm not okay!" she shrieked out. "You just got kicked out of the music program!" Her words were full of sorrow, yet they had a hyper undertone. "I've been up all night thinking about what I was going to say! I may have drank seven sodas in the process, but I need to get this out."

That explained the hyperactivity.

"Wait, I have something to tell you." You threw your hands on top of each other in a criss-cross fashion, your fingers brushing lightly against the sleek wood of the piano; you were anxious to tell her both about 3RACHA and about your consolidation in your music.

"No, it's my turn to talk," Flynn stressfully interjected. "You can't give up music! Your music is a gift, and wasting your talent would be a tragedy! You're basically cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!"

"Flynn, I-"

"Nuh uh!"

You pressed your lips closed, your eyes having a glint of humor within them as your best friend continued her caffienated ramble.

"When we were six, we promied to be in a band together! Double Trouble!"

"I never agreed to that name," you breathily countered, causing Flynn to roll her eyes and come around to your side of the piano.

"That's not the point! Y/n, if you leave the music program, we'll be apart forever!" Flynn's hands waved in front of her, accentuating her words as they shifted around nervously yet matter-of-factly. "That's just what happens! Sure, we'll see each other in the halls sometimes, but..." Flynn halted her words to let out a deep exhale and shake her head, "we'll have different lives! Make new friends!"

"That's not true," you reassured Flynn with a tone of soft certainty. Flynn pursed her lips together.

"You're right," she agreed, and you felt relieved. However, the ease only lasted for a moment, before she continued. "I won't be making any new friends! And the only time we'll contact each other is when we like each other's social media posts! Everytime I tap on that digital heart," Flynn's eyes began to lightly well up with tears, "my real heart will be breaking because my best friend left me and...ugh, do you have any soda? My head hurts." She clutched a hand over her forehead, bringing attention to her point as you tilted your head.

"Can I talk now?" you asked calmly in contrast to the girl's hyper demeanor. She dropped her hand down and sighed.

"Fine."

"I just played the piano and sang again," you explained, making her glance towards the piano then back at you.

"What?! Why didn't you just say so?!" Her tone had shifted from the previous depression to a present joy.

"I was trying before your seven sodas kicked in!" you teased, using your hand to motion up and down towards her. Flynn looked as if she was about to cry, scream, or alternate between the two out of joy.

"I'm so happy for you!" She grabbed your shoulders and shook you excitedly. "And me!" You giggled at your best friends words as she released you in order to move her hands down in victory.

"Look at you," she remarked, her tone lowering by several octaves, "looking all, I don't know, alive again?!"

Flynn carried an unshakable sense of pride within her heart for you; after all, the two of you had been inseparable since elementary school, and she had been the first to notice the cracks forming in your spirit after your mom passed away, watching helplessly as you began to drift away from the character she knew and loved. Thus, she could not be more pumped that you were back to normal; it was like she was meeting her best friend all over again.

"Right?!" you concurred happily. "It's like I drank seven sodas!" You pointed to yourself, your comment making her smile brightly; the holly was brief, Flynn's expression turning into one of intrigue.

"What made you decide to play again?" she asked, originating a solemn yet serene expression from your end. You grabbed the sheet music you had arranged as she arrived and slid it towards her.

"I found this song my mom wrote me." Flynn took the plethora of papers, skimming over the lyrics; reading the song alone made her own heart twinge.

"Woah," was all she could muster.

"I know," you replied in a low voice. "I was so scared to play it. Anything involving music reminds me of her." You glanced up from the keys to look at Flynn, a bright manner overtaking your dignified stance. "Then I woke up this morning, realizing that's exactly why I should play it. To keep her memory alive."

"Awe, bring it in!" Flynn opened her arms, hugging you tightly. The moment only lasted for a few seconds, however, as Flynn quickly jerked away while gasping.

"We need to tell Mrs. Jeon you can play so you can stay in school, and my life won't be that sad picture I just painted for you!" She took your hands in hers, smiling fondly. "My girl is back! Double Trouble lives on!" She held her hand up in a fist, turning around as if she was a superstar on the red carpet.

"Not our band name!" you reminded her as you went to grab your backpack from the corner of the studio.

"I gave you a t-shirt in seventh grade that says otherwise!" Flynn retaliated as she followed after you. As the two of you made your way out of the garage, the 3RACHA boys began to panic; they quickly scrambled into positions that made it look as if they had not just been listening to every detail of the conversation. Han propped his arm on the ledge beside of the door and began to fiddle with the lightbox, Chan put an arm behind his head and whistled at the wind, and Changbin sat down on the ground crossing his legs and looking downwards.

"Oh, hey!" you greeted them as you walked out of the studio; you caught Chan's attention first, the latter nodding in a 'sup motion. The action was miniscule, yet it made your heart flutter. The other two flashed brief, guilty smiles towards you. On the other hand, Flynn turned around as if you had called her attention; you had forgotten she could not see the boys.

"Hey! Let's hustle," you quickly covered your tracks, making it seem as if you were talking to her and not not the invisible band. "Don't wanna be late!" You ran to link arms with Flynn, waving goodbye to the boys and them reciprocating the actions.

"Bye, y/n!" Changbin yelled. "Have a great day that we have no idea what's going to happen in because we weren't listening!" Chan's eyes narrowed as he landed a kick to Changbin's leg; your eyes furrowed at the action, but they quickly relaxed as Chan gave you another toothy grin, your cheeks going red at the action.

This dynamic was going to be strange. You could feel it.

Chan's eyes lingered upon you as you walked away, his heart feeling a weird type of twinge within; it was not negative by any means, but he did not understand it.

"Guys, weird question," Changbin began as you had vanished from their line of sight. "Can we uh, can we go see my family?"

"What?" Chan's head motioned backwards, his eyes still fixated on where you had once been.

"My family," Changbin repeated. "Can we go see them? Y'know, just check in on them?"

"Yeah, man, of course," Chan replied as he, Changbin, and Han transported themselves to Changbin's family home.

Or so they thought.

---

"Believe me, y/n, I think it's wonderful that you're singing again." You and Flynn stood awkwardly as your teacher spoke; you had decided that you would ask her if there was a chance at getting back into the music program.

"I always hoped the day would come when you would get back into music," she continued as she set up a composition on the piano. "I'm afraid it's too late, though. You knew the deal."

"Please, Mrs. Jeon, just listen to her play!" Flynn pleaded with her on your behalf. "You know y/n is amazing when she plays! That's gotta count for something!"

"I wish it did," the older woman spoke with regret in her voice. "There's a new student set to take your spot tomorrow." Upon this realization, you nodded your head sorrowfully, looking up at the ceiling in attempts not to cry.

"You know there's only-"

"So many spots," you finished the motto of the program for her as she nodded in agreement. "If I don't play, I don't stay. I know." Mrs. Jeon approached you, taking her glasses off before talking.

"I tried, y/n," she confessed, nearly on the brink of tears. "I fought tooth and nail to keep you in this program. I can't change the director's mind. Yesterday was your last chance. Your only option from here is to reapply next school year." You looked down at the ground, feeling silly at pushing your passions to the side and letting your fear overtake you. At that moment, the bell rang to dismiss class; your teacher gave you one final glance as you walked away.

"I'm truly sorry, y/n."

---

"A bike shack right where my house used to be." Changbin stood dejected, Chan resting his arm on the former's shoulder and Han staring longingly at the sandy ground. The three had teleported on the beachside where Changbin used to live; lively residents played volleyball and swam in the background as the unseen bandmates stood sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry man," Chan apologized as Changbin's eyes welled up, patting the latter's chest.

"They made the Yangs' house into a restaurant," Changbin commented, pointing to the aforementioned diner. "Why couldn't they have made mine a pizzeria or something?"

"They tore down the whole neighborhood," Han had looked up from the ground, motioning to the entire empty lot; when they were kids, the bayside was filled with life. Houses lotted every corner, a park stood in the centerfold for the kids, and multiple small businesses were scattered around the empty spaces.

It was all gone, just as they were.

"I guess that means my parents are gone," Changbin sighed.

"Everyone's gone," Han responded as Changbin turned to face him. "Twenty-nine years gone like that," Han snapped to emphasize. "Our parents, our friends, Hyunjin, everyone!"

"Hyunjin, that's right," Changbin thought of their rhythm guitarist for the first time since they had rematerialized. "I guess he got lucky. What ever happened to him?"

"He probably aged like everyone else and moved on," Chan stated matter-of-factly while kicking his feet at the ground; he had moved from standing beside Changbin to sitting on a park bench across from his two friends. "No one wants to stay in a town where three of their best friends died."

"Dude, how are you so cool about all of this?" Han asked Chan, confused at how calm the older had been acting this entire time. "Don't you want to figure out what happened? To Hyunjin, our parents, anyone?"

"Han, let's be real for a second," Chan retaliated. "It's not like any of us were that close to our families anyways! My parents always regretted buying me my guitar, and my sister never bothered to come see me once I left. Changbin, your parents were one fight away from divorcing, and Han, your parents were never cool again once you came out to them." Han and Changbin fixed their stares upon the ground once more, sadness overtaking their features.

"Okay, none of us had it great," Han replied while huffing. "But at least we had something! You know what we have now? Nothing. And before one of you says cool teleportation skills, just know that I am not necessarily a fan of that! It tingles," Han squirmed uncomfortably. "In really weird places!"

Changbin pursed his lips in confusion, narrowing his eyes judgingly at the younger bandmate; on the other hand, Chan tilted his head as he fought back laughter.

"I'll tell you what we had," Chan rose from the park bench, taking a few steps towards the other two. "It's what we've had since the day we met! Since we formed 3RACHA!" Han and Changbin looked at each other, perplexed at what Chan meant; the oldest of the three sighed. "We have each other! We are the only family we're ever gonna need. And there's one more thing we have!"

"Death breath?" Changbin inquired, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Our music, you dork," Chan chuckled as he pointed towards Changbin; Han and Changbin still seemed wonderous. "People, actual people, can hear us play! Sure, we can't be seen, but we can be felt! It's like I said outside of the Orpheum that night: our music connects us with people! I just wish I had my guitar!"

As if an invisible genie were floating beside Chan, his guitar suddenly appeared, causing him to spin around from the impact, barely catching it in his grasp. His eyes widened in awe as he stared down at the instrument.

"Woah!" Changbin explained. "That was awesome! How'd you do that?!"

"I don't know!" Chan answered honestly. "I mean, I wished for it, and then it appeared!" Upon finishing his statement, Changbin squatted down and held his hands open.

"I wish I had a puppy!" He winced, expecting a puppy to appear in his hands as Chan's guitar had; he opened his eyes slightly, feeling disappointed yet trying again. "A hamster?" Nothing. "Pizza?!" he sighed exasperatedly on his final attempt, kicking at the sand and plopping onto the ground frustratedly whilst pouting.

"Hey," Chan leaned down to teasingly smack Changbin's shoulder. "I think I know something that'll cheer you up!" Chan began strumming at his guitar, playing the tune to a song Changbin had wrote a while back. Han added on to the beat, alternating between patting his knees, snapping, and clapping as if he was drumming.

"Come on, Binnie!" Han encouraged as Chan continued to play; Changbin jumped up as Chan began to count down:

"One, two, three, four!"

Can you, can you hear me? (Yup) Loud and clear We gotta get, gotta get ready

'Cause it's been years

Oh, this band is back Oh, this band is back"

And so, the three friends wandered down the beach, their laughter blending with the sound of claps and strums as they played their hearts out under the warm afternoon sun. Just like before, the music echoed across the shore, drawing the attention of those nearby, who could not help but dance and nod along to the rhythm. Though the crowd could not see the boys behind the melodies, 3RACHA didn’t mind in the slightest. They skipped and hopped, carefree in their joy, their playful teasing filling the air as they made their way down the path, smiles stretching so wide it almost hurt.

---

You returned home from school, trekking up the stairs dejectedly and still feeling bummed about your conversation with Mrs. Jeon. You opened your bedroom door, looking forward to resting after a despondent day; however, walking into the room revealed an unpleasant sight.

"What are you guys doing in my bedroom?!" you yelled at the three guys, who all perked their heads up out of shock; Han was attempting to pick up a photograph, although his hands kept passing through, Changbin was nearly half asleep on your bed, and Chan stood on a stepstool peering at the items you had collected on your shelf. Instantly, they all began stammering and tripping over words as they attempted to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"We were looking for the kitchen?" Chan asked more than answered; Changbin immediately nodded and pointed to him in a, 'Yeah, what he said,' type fashion.

"This," you moved your pointer finger around to gesture to all three of them, "can't happen! It's creepy!" You then fixed your gaze upon Changbin. "Off the bed, please!" you commanded, causing him to immediately jump off and mutter an apology.

"Hey, y/n," Chan raised his hand as if he was in class trying to signal a teacher. "What's in the box?" he pointed to a small, painted chest on one of your shelves.

"None of your business," you bluntly replied.

"Oh, okay!" Chan let out a laughter-esque breath. "Girl stuff. I got it."

"Oh, like unicorns and glitter?" an oblivious Changbin inquired.

"Oh, come on you guys!" Han exclaimed. "I am sorry about them."

"It's fine," you replied to Han's apology. "And yes, there may be a little bit of glitter." Changbin nodded approvingly. Han went back to attempting to pick up the photograph on your nightstand, his attempts futile as his hands once again passed through.

"I don't get it," you responded to his actions. "You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but you can't make contact with other objects?"

"Right," Chan agreed. "It's hard, but holding our instruments is easy!"

"Yeah, super easy!" Changbin added emphasis to Chan's statement, beaming in excitement as he remembered a trick. "Oh! Check out what I learned!" He held out his hands, and his red bass guitar appeared into them, knocking him to the ground due to the force of the instrument.

"Yeah, that looked super easy," you smiled as you teased Changbin as he groaned in pain and attempted to stand back up.

"I guess it's like Chan thought," Han beamed. "Our instruments are attached to our souls!" Speaking of Chan, he had began to wonder back over to the mystery chest; however, you quickly caught him in the act.

"Chan! I thought I told you to leave that alone!"

"I know you did!" he responded, looking antsy. "You shouldn't have said anything thought because now I can't stop thinking about it!" Chan threw his hands down in exasperation. "What's in the box, y/n?" Your first thought probably should not have been, 'He’s curious about me?' Yet, before you could overthink it, you snapped yourself back into reality, shaking off the distraction. With a deep breath, you grounded yourself, reminding your racing mind to focus.

"It's my dream box," you finally admitted. "Whenever I get a thought or idea I think is cool, I write it down."

"Like lyrics?" Chan raised an eyebrow as he glanced back towards you, his curious gaze making your brain go numb for a second.

"Y-yeah, kind of," you stammered, folding your arms over your chest. "I guess they would be if I still wrote music. Now it's just full of things that don't make me sad." The room was silent for a moment, the boys looking at you and nodding with sympathy; suddenly, Han rose up from where he had taken a seat.

"But, you do play!" he told you without thinking. "We heard you this morning!"

"You guys were in the garage?!" Your outburst made Chan walk over and gently smack Han on the back of the head, causing the latter to flinch and rub the afflicted spot. "Hello?!" you added on, not getting a response the first time; as if on cue, all three boys began stuttering and mumbling again, this time saying things about how Han had misspoke. In order to distract you, Chan walked towards you, laying himself in front of you on your bed and propping his chin up on his arm.

"So, where is your kitchen?" he quieried, a dazed look present in his eyes. You were almost swayed by the adorable stare.

Almost.

You sarcastically smiled before answering: "Okay, we need to set some boundaries." Chan nodded adoringly as you moved your stance down to meet his before continuing. "For starters, stay out of my room!" The last part of your sentence came out louder than the rest as you gestured towards the door impatiently. All three boys scattered to make their way out as you commanded, saying things such as, "Yes ma'am!" and "We are out!" as they departed, passing through the door as if it was not there.

---

After an eventful day between school, explaining your heart-held dream box, and a prior conversation convincing your dad not to sell the house, you had worked up a late-night appetite. You hustled down the stairs to the kitchen. You almost screamed at the sight of someone standing by your fridge, but the tension in your body melted away as you realized it was just Chan.

"I am never going to get used to that," you muttered, eliciting a quiet giggle from Chan.

Awe man! Even his laugh was cute.

You shook your head as you approached the fridge behind him, peering over his shoulder.

"Do you guys even eat?" you genuinely asked. Chan shook his head; he and the boys had not had anything to snack on since their arrival.

"I just want to see what you have." You nodded, shutting the door through his ghostly figure.

"Hey!" Chan immediately protested. "You know how long it took me to open that?!"

"Sorry, I don't believe in wasting energy," you retaliated, grabbing some peanut butter and two slices of bread from the pantry.

"Perfect, because that's exactly what I want to talk to you about," Chan optimistically commented, his metaphor stunning you slightly.

"My electricity usage?" you spoke slowly as you rattled your brain for what on Earth Chan could be referring to,

"No, the energy that you have," he elaborated. "Your voice, your piano playing. Mate, you're a human super-weapon!" He spoke with a certain fondness in his voice.

"Is this supposed to be a pep talk?" you inquired, turning your attention back to your sandwich.

"What I'm saying is you have the power to move people," Chan replied, his Aussie accent thick in his voice. "To knock them off their feet. There is no way your teachers would kick you out for good if they could hear how well you played this morning!"

"Yeah, well I asked her, and she said I have to wait until next school year."

"That was your first mistake," Chan scrunched his face in disapproval. "Asking. 3RACHA booked gigs by doing," he opposed as he hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter. "We went into ambush mode! We played in front of clubs, behind clubs, we even played book clubs."

"Book clubs?" you questioned, a tad intrigued.

"Yeah, not a lot of gigs from those old ladies but we did get some gnarly snacks," he chuckled, but you remained stoic. "I'm just telling you to not ask for permission. Use your ultra super-weapon powers and smash the stupid rules out of their brains!" Chan beamed; however, you declined his suggestion at first.

"It's not a club, it's school. And your plan sounds violent!"

"It's a closed door, and you gotta bust it open!" You moved away from Chan, smirking at his comment as you made your way to the fridge to grab a glass of milk. "Sorry. Once I start metaphor-ing, I can't stop. I learned that in book club."

"They're not just gonna let me back in." Your words faltered as you turned around, unintentionally passing through Chan. A strange flutter of nervous energy stirred in your chest as you quickly spun back to face him. Both of you stood there, exchanging a sheepish smile, the awkwardness of the moment hanging between you.

"If getting back into music is what you want, then you gotta go for it!" Chan further encouraged you, putting a hand on your shoulder briefly before it fell through. "You never know what life has in store. Learn from me! Your tainted hot dog could be right around the corner," he whispered as you leaned down to take a bite of your sandwich; however, you lost your appetite from the warning, slowly removing the food from your mouth and setting it down on the counter.

"I don't even have a song prepa-"

"Thought you'd say that," Chan cut you off as he held up a piece of paper, conclusively with a song written on it. "It's called 'Bright.' It's a 3RACHA song I wrote that we never got to record, but it's perfect for your range," he expounded as he unfolded the paper. "Check out the chorus for a second. If you add a bit of piano, I'm telling you!" Chan then began to sing the chorus; you jumped in halfway through, with Chan encouraging you to, "go a bit higher!" on the final note. Internally, he jumped for joy as you turned to him, his smile widening with every step you took, silently cheering you on. You glanced up at him, a longing flickering in your eyes, aware of what you were feeling—and, judging by the soft flush of dusty pink on his cheeks, what he was feeling as well. Yet, you pushed those thoughts aside with a simple, 'Thanks,' masking the weight of the moment with casual words.

He bit his lip, a playful glint still shining in his eyes as he nodded, his smile filled with quiet joy. The two of you locked eyes for a brief moment, the air thick with unspoken understanding, before both of you chuckled lightly, the sound tinged with the shyness that neither of you could quite hide.

"Yeah, yeah, now get some sleep," he rolled his eyes playfully while looking down at you. "Big day tomorrow!" You beamed at his words before saying goodnight and walking away. Chan glimpsed at you the whole way through, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms. The unfamiliar feeling was back in his chest, and he felt himself unintentionally smiling.

In such a short span of time, you had already gotten Chan wrapped around your finger.

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Your initial plan to play for Mrs. Jeon was foiled the instant you walked into the music room; all of the students and teachers were down in the gymnasium for the spirit rally. You had missed your shot.

Or so you believed, until Flynn, who you had walked in on blowing aimlessly into a trumpet, had an idea spark into her brain.

The two of you walked into the gym in the midst of Carrie's group, Dirty Candy's performance. The crowd was abuzz with cheer and hollering as the group danced and sang energetically.

"Look who spent all her daddy's money on costumes and Katy Perry's choreographer," Flynn remarked sarcastically as you shoved your hands in the pockets of your camo jumpsuit.

"Well, it paid off," you replied as you fixated on Carrie's performance.

Abruptly, the guys appeared, with Chan instantly making his way over to you.

"What are you guys doing here?" you inquired silently so that Flynn would not hear you and assume you were talking to yourself.

"We came to see you stick it!" Chan pumped his arms up and down, an energetic grin plastered upon his face. Han nodded in agreement, a smile playing at his own lips; however, Changbin's eyes instantly glued to the colorful ladies cascading across the gym floor.

"Man, I miss high school," he muttered. Han and Changbin turned to see the performance he was referring to, with Han joining in on the lively choreography; he managed to earn a cut it out gesture from Chan, who had noticed your dejected expression.

As Dirty Candy ended their performance, the director and Mrs. Jeon stepped onto the floor for some announcements, with the director making an awful pun about how the show was, "Sweet."

"Now's your chance!" Flynn hyped. "Go talk to her! See you in music class!" Before you could respond, Flynn ran off into the bleachers. You, however, stayed still, a feeling of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

"What are you waiting for?" Changbin questioned. "This is your time!"

"Yeah, you look really nervous!" Han commented. "Like, you're about you yack in a bowl nervous!" You sighed fearfully, turning to Chan for comfort.

"I don't think i had enough time to work on the song!" you confessed.

"Hey, listen! I wouldn't have given you the song if I didn't think you were gonna rock it," Chan turned towards the stage and gestured towards it. "There is a piano on that stage with your name on it. So, are you gonna act or live your life in fear?" Something clicked inside of your head, and you beamed at Chan, nodding thankfully towards him.

You dashed towards the stage, approaching the piano nervously as you made it up; all three guys had their eyes fixated on you, two out of curiosity and one out of admiration. You sat down as the students began to exit, playing the keys you had stayed up all last night learning; however, your movements quickly faltered as you noticed everyone leaving.

"You got this!" Chan encouraged you from the gym floor; that was all you needed to begin to play. You precisely plucked every note you had memorized, taking in a deep breath as your fingers moved on their own. The sound guy, although he had no idea what was going on, went along with it, placing a spotlight upon you and heightening the audio of the keyboard and microphone as you began to sing:

"Sometimes I think I'm falling down I wanna cry, I'm callin' out For one more try To feel alive And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark And find the spark"

The students and teachers paused in there tracks, drawn to the sound of your playing. their chatter fading as they gathered to listen. Out of the corner of your eye, you took account of how Mrs. Jeon had gestured towards you, unmistakably signalling the director. Flynn sat on the sidelines, silently cheering you on with her hands clasped in encouragement; not far from her, Han, Chan, and Changbin watched intently, their quiet support radiating from their smiles.

"Life is a risk but I will take it Close my eyes and jump Together I think that we can make it Come on let's run and"

As your voice soared into the climactic high note, Chan, Han, and Changbin suddenly appeared behind you on stage, seamlessly joining in with their instruments. The unexpected sight startled you at first, but gratitude quickly replaced your surprise. Their presence, steady and unwavering, infused you with a renewed surge of confidence, propelling you to pour even more emotion into your performance.

"Rise through the night you and I We will fight to shine together Bright forever And rise through the night you and I We will fight to shine together Bright forever"

It was during this verse that you noticed something unusual. Students were rushing toward the stage, their excited murmurs breaking through your focus. Snippets like, 'Who are they?' and 'Whoa, she has a band!' reached your ears. Confusion flickered through you as you continued to sing, your gaze darting between the crowd and the guys behind you. Then, like a lightbulb flickering on, realization dawned:

They could see the boys.

The bandmates had noticed the commotion as well. Changbin and Han exchanged uneasy glances before scanning the crowd, their concern evident in the furrow of their brows. Chan, however, stood steady, his eyes sweeping over the audience with a quiet pride that seemed to radiate from him, as if he knew this moment was meant to be one in the spotlight.

"Uh, is this really happened?" you questioned Chan with a false smile towards the crowd plastered on your face.

"Just go with it!" he nearly screamed out of excitement as he began to belt out his own verse.

"In times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help Stuck in my head With nothing left I feel something around me now So unclear lifting me out I found the ground I'm marching on"

You were fully in sync with Changbin as Chan took the spotlight, his performance captivating everyone around. Both Changbin and Han had found their groove, their earlier tension replaced by ease as they settled into their parts, now fully understanding the shift in the moment. As the song built, Changbin, with a confident grin, made his way over to Chan's microphone stand, ready to harmonize with him and add his voice to the mix.

"Life is a risk but we will take it Close my eyes and jumpTogether I think that we can make it Come on let's run and"

The four of you belted the chorus together, the energy between you palpable as all three of your bandmates leaped onto the stage, bringing a burst of vitality that electrified the crowd. The student body erupted in cheers, their excitement vibrating through the air. Amid the chaos, you caught sight of Carrie forcing her way through the crowd, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at you. But the intensity of the moment quickly swept her from your mind, as Chan’s voice filled the space once more, grounding you back in the performance.

"In times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help Stuck in my head With nothing left"

Midway through Chan's verse, you crept up behind him with your microphone, a playful glint in your eye as you gestured for him to follow. Without missing a beat, he did, and you brought the mic to his lips, mouthing the words along with him as his voice seamlessly joined the melody. The crowd responded with a chorus of 'oohs' and 'aahs,' the energy building with each passing moment. Chan, bathed in the electric purple lights, flashed a wide, radiant grin that made him look almost otherworldly, his presence as mesmerizing as the music itself

"And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark, and find the spark"

You took Chan's advice to heart, pushing your voice higher on the final note of your verse as the last chorus soared. When the song came to a close, all four of you took a bow, Han adding a dramatic flourish by tapping his cymbals. You raised your fist triumphantly into the air, a wave of pride rushing through you. But then, a sudden shift in the crowd’s energy caught your attention; gasps replaced the earlier cheers, the once exuberant audience now hushed in surprise. Taken aback, you turned quickly, your heart racing as you searched for the source of their reaction. As you turned around, you felt your stomach drop.

The boys were gone.

[jerirose]

ATE [v] [i] [ii] [iii] [iv] © Jeri Rose | INPRNT

[Image Description] Digital realism painting of Bang Chan from Stray Kids. Bang Chan is painted from the chest up and is facing the camera, he is wearing a sleeveless denim jacket with a black tank top underneath. Chan's left arm is raised and he is holding a orange and cream lolipop that he's pressing against his lips. Chan has black hair that messily falling infront of his forehead. Chan has deep brown eyes and is looking straight at the viewer. Chan's cheeks, neck and arms have stars scattered across from in purples, blues and pinks. He's wearing two silver rings and a black beaded necklace with two silver beads. He has several facial piercings including a nose ring, angel bites with spikey studs, and aa eyebrow piercing. He has several piercings in his ears too. Bang Chan sits infront of a mottled duck egg wall.

[joongbin]

missed you. - s.cb ♔︎

summary › clingy changbinnie 🧐

genre › fluff

warnings › kissing, binnie is so clingy its unbelievable

pairings › seo changbin x gn!reader

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

2:12 A.M.

Changbin stretched with heavy eyes. Their newest comeback had been keeping the three producers on their toes. God, he missed you so much. He groaned as he put his head on the table. Jisung had left earlier since he got too tired to work on the song. Chan looked over to Changbin with a light chuckle.

“ you know you can just leave right now, right? ” He walked over to the male, patting his back.

“ .. are you sure? I don't want you to be alone, y'know? ” Changbin sat up with a frown, looking up at Chan. He didn't wanna leave Chan alone at 2 A.M., what if he accidentally slept in the studio?

“ yeah, and c'mon. i know how much you miss them. ” Chan chuckled again when he saw Changbin's pout with the tips of his ears turning red.

“ yeah, yeah. Don't stay up too late, m'kay? ” Changbin packed his belongings in to his bag before leaving. Chan waved bye to him with a smile. Bang Chan closed the door since Changbin forgot to and got back to work.

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Changbin opened the door to see you laying on the couch, on your phone, blanket over you with the AC on. He closed the door behind him and put away his bag before laying on top of you.

“ so early? you usually come back by 3. ” You kissed his head while playing with his curls. He groaned and pouted before looking at you.

“ i missed you ... I didn't see you all day, y'know. ” He frowned. You chuckled lightly, patting his back.

“ i know, i know. I missed you too. Why don't you shower first before we sleep, okay? ” You cupped his cheeks before kissing him on the lips.

Changbin perked up slightly. He sat up and walked in to the bathroom to take a shower while you tried to relax your muscles. Having a buff man on your entire body hurts like hell.

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Now in the bedroom, the living room had all lights closed. Changbin got out of the shower with boxers and a sleeveless shirt. He dried his hair with a towel and hung it before jumping on the bed, beside you. The shower had woken him up, but he still needed to sleep.

“ baby, can we sleep now? ” Changbin held on to your arm, his voice sounding groggy. You hummed, shutting your phone off.

“ close the lights first. ” Changbin whined before obliging. He stood up from the bed and turned off the lights. He then laid down in front of you, wanting you to hold him instead.

You had an arm over him only, so he decided to take matters in to his own hands. Changbin wrapped an arm around you with a leg over yours. His head nuzzled in to your neck.

“ goodnight bin. ”

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

[straykidzwifey]

Unexpected Encounters

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Pairing: Bang Chan X OC

Warnings: Mentions of Religion

Summary: An unexpected encounter happens when Zena Allen runs into Felix a member of Stray Kids, her all time favorite Kpop group. He invites her to their concert later that night where she meet Bang Chan. Will there encounter spark a relationship or will she forever be just a fan.

Masterlist

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Chapter 2: Outfit Dilemmas And Stage Meets

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Zena's POV ------------------------------

I found myself standing in front of my closet, surrounded by a tumultuous sea of clothing that left me feeling both overwhelmed and frustrated. The pressing need for the perfect outfit to wear to the much-anticipated concert fueled my desperation. With a heavy sigh, I decided to seek guidance from Zara.

"Zara!" I called out from my room, hoping for a lifeline in my fashion dilemma. A muffled response came from the adjacent space, prompting me to repeat myself, "Can you come here for a moment?" With curiosity, her head peered around the corner, discovering me amidst the chaos of clothes. Dusty sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the fabric piles and casting shadows that added to the chaos.

Zara's cheerful voice resonated through the room as she greeted me. "Hey, Z. What's up?"

"I need your opinion. I'm stressing about what to wear to the concert tonight. I want to look cool but not come across as trying too hard. Something that showcases my unique personality and fashion sense, yet also aligns with the band's vibe. Any ideas?" I explained with a sense of urgency

Zara sifted through the array of clothes, her eyes landing on a pair of perfectly worn black cargo pants. "These are perfect for you," she declared, holding them up for me to see. "They have that edgy vibe but are also super comfortable." Next, a bright red sleeveless bodysuit with a mock neck caught her attention. "This will really accentuate your curves and add a pop of color." Black combat boots, a chunky chain necklace, grunge-inspired drop earrings, and bold red sunglasses completed the ensemble. "With these accessories, you'll definitely give off that cool rocker chick vibe," she grinned.

I beamed as I slipped into the outfit, admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror. The vibrant colors and sleek lines of the clothing accentuated my figure, making me feel bold and powerful. "You are the absolute best sister," I exclaimed with gratitude. "I know I am.", she said as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder. We both looked at each other and started laughing.

Zara embraced me tightly, a warm and reassuring hug that radiated love and excitement. "You're going to have the most incredible time tonight." Her voice overflowed with genuine enthusiasm and encouragement. "Just remember to enjoy every moment. And don't forget to take lots of pictures and tell me all about it."

With a grateful nod, I thanked her once more before swiftly grabbing my keys and wallet and making my way to the car. The sun was already starting to dip below the horizon as I drove towards the building where the highly anticipated concert was being held. As I navigated through the bustling city streets and crazy drivers, my mind buzzed with excitement and nerves, envisioning the possibilities that lay ahead. I couldn't wait to experience the band live, wondering how they would sound in person and how they would react to my presence. My thoughts raced with anticipation, contemplating the topics they might discuss and the insights I could gain from them during their interaction.

My chest buzzed with excitement as I pulled up and parked my car, arriving at the venue. I gripped my phone tightly as I approached the front where an intimidating security guard stood. He scanned my passes, giving me a curt nod before gesturing for me to continue down the hallway. A combination of excitement and nerves caused my hands to shake as I walked down the hallway. I followed the directions given by the security guard, searching for the door Felix had messaged me about earlier. With each step, the faint sound of music grew louder, urging me forward. Finally, I arrived at a door labeled "Side Entrance," just as Felix had instructed in his text. Anticipation fluttered in my stomach as I pushed open the door, revealing the massive stage where the band practiced. Their voices harmonized in perfect unison, filling the room with the energetic beats of "LALALALA." I couldn't believe I was actually here, watching them up close. I recognized each member from their music videos and albums but seeing them in person was a whole new level of awe and admiration.

I lingered at the rear of the room, hoping to disappear into the darkness as I observed their every action. I didn't want to interrupt their rehearsal with my presence. Every step, every note they sang was filled with talent and charisma.

As the last chords of the song faded away, the band erupted into cheers on stage. Their faces glistened with sweat under the bright stage lights as they took a much-needed break. While the rest of the members retreated backstage, Han, Changbin, and Bang Chan seem to remain in place to get ready to practice another song.

Felix, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Lee Know, and I.N strutted confidently to the front row of the stage and settled down in their chairs for a much-needed rest. As they took a break and observed the other three members rehearsing, their contagious grins and playful banter filled the room with joy. They laughed about their previous mistakes during practice, releasing any stress and savoring each other's company. A fond smile spread across my face as I observed them unwinding and goofing off.

Filled with a burst of bravery, I took determined steps towards the front, my heart racing in my chest with anticipation. I prayed that the group would be warm and inviting, accepting me into their circle just as Felix had earlier in the day. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I approached, my eyes scanning for the oh-so-familiar face that I had just met hours before. Felix caught sight of me instantly, and his face lit up, waving enthusiastically before rising to meet me.

"Zena!" he exclaimed joyfully, pulling me into a side hug. "I'm so happy you made it. And look at you, so fashionable and edgy." His words were accompanied by a warm hug, solidifying the welcoming atmosphere of the man before me.

With a wide smile, I threw my arms around Felix's waist and squeezed tightly. "It's so good to see you, Felix," I joyfully exclaimed, grateful for the invitation to this event. The warmth of the atmosphere enveloped the both of us as we basked in each other's company. My voice was full of genuine joy and gratitude as I added, "I couldn't be more thrilled to be here." My excitement was sincere and heartfelt.

A mischievous glint danced in Felix's eyes as he eagerly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front row of the stage. The bright lights illuminated his playful grin, making it impossible for me to resist following him. "Come on," he urged, "let me introduce you to the rest of the crew."

Felix waved eagerly to his bandmates as we walked towards them. He had a proud smile on his face, like he was showing off a precious trophy he had won. "Hey guys, I want you to meet my new friend, Zena. We bumped into each other at the grocery store earlier today, and I just had to invite her. She's a huge fan of our music." The other members of Stray Kids turned to face us, their faces lighting up with curiosity and interest. "Zena," Felix continued, "meet Seungmin, Hyunjin, Lee Minho, and Jeongin."

A massive grin took over my face as I stood and excitedly waved at the members of one of my all-time favorite bands, still convinced that I must be dreaming.

A flurry of questions suddenly bombarded me, catching me off guard. Each one came at me like a speeding bullet, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and disoriented. "Where are you from?" they asked, their voices eager and curious. "What do you do for a living?" followed by "Was it hard to get your hair like that?." And then the inevitable question, "Are you single?" The onslaught of inquiries left me reeling and struggling to keep up. My mind raced as I tried to find answers that would satisfy their curiosity. It was like being caught in a tornado of conversation, with no escape in sight.

I let out a sigh, giving in to their curiosity. "Okay, okay, I'll answer your questions. I'm from the busy city of San Antonio." I motioned towards our surroundings. "During the week, I work as the head graphic and website designer for my dad's I.T. company. But on the side, I also have my own t-shirt brand. And although I don't get paid for it, I help with social media and graphics for the student ministry at my church. As for my hairstyle, yes, it was a difficult to get it to look like this. I'm just surprised I didn't fry my hair." I chuckled before answering their last question. "And yes, I am single." A smile crept onto my face as I finished, hoping that my explanation satisfied their curiosity.

Seungmin's eyes widened. "Wow, that is truly impressive. You sound like a very busy person."

I couldn't help but smile wider at the compliment. "Thank you. I normally am. I'm hardly ever home. But out of everything, though, my favorite thing is creating the t-shirts. It allows me to have free creative reign."

Intrigued by my words, Hyunjin leaned in closer and asked, "That's incredible. What kind of designs do you create?"

My eyes sparkled with pride and satisfaction as I responded, my voice filled with passion. "I was a pastor's kid growing up, and it always bothered me that there was no merchandise featuring the stories from the Old Testament. So I took it upon myself to create unique designs with messages inspired by lesser-known Bible stories." She gestured towards her phone, where a t-shirt displayed the words 'There Was Four' in bold letters, with four silhouettes in a fire. "This one is inspired by Daniel 3:25," I explained eagerly. As I scrolled through my phone, I held up another picture of a shirt adorned with the phrase 'Gideon and the Torches'. "And this one," I continued, "was inspired by Judges 7." With excitement bubbling over, I showed them pictures of my creations, passionately narrating the stories behind each design.

Lee Know leaned over my shoulder to look. His eyes grew wide as he took in the elaborate designs before him. "These are amazing," he exclaimed in his heavy Korean accent, grappling with his English pronunciation. "I like how everything comes together."

Hyungin joined in, "Yeah, these don't look like your typical religious shirt. They remind me a lot of band tees. I would where these in a heartbeat". The other boys nodding their heads in agreement.

I smiled with pride, my hard work and creativity finally being recognized. "Thank you. I put a lot of effort and care into them."

Jeongin joined the conversation, his attention shifting from the designs to me. "You have a great sense of design," he commented. "Are you a fan of art in general?"

Hyunjin turned his head quickly to face me, his eyes gleaming with hope and excitement, giving an almost puppy like display.

A spark of excitement lit up my eyes and I enthusiastically nodded in agreement. "Absolutely!" I exclaimed with a wide grin. "Drawing, painting - though I'm not the most skilled at painting- and photography all bring me great joy."

Hyungin abruptly reached over in excitement and grabbed my hands, looking me in the eyes with joy and exclaimed, "If you're interested, I could teach you some tips to improve your painting skills!" I let out a giggle at his excitement and responded with equal eagerness, "I would be thrilled to learn from you, Hyungin!" After sharing a laugh about our shared enthusiasm, I turned back to Seungmin and added, "Besides art, music is another love of mine. Singing and dancing bring me endless joy."

Felix turned to me with an eager look in his eyes, asking, "Really? What kind of music do you like?" His admiration was evident as he added, "Killer moves by the way. You were absolutely amazing at the grocery store. You made me want to join you," he stated with a teasing grin.

A sense of embarrassment washed over me, coloring my cheeks with a warm flush as I playfully shoved Felix, who chuckled at my reaction.

"Thank you," I replied with a shy smile. "You're too kind. I listen to mainly rock music, but I have a soft spot for Disney tunes. And I absolutely love K-pop." my eyes lighting up as I spoke. "And you guys are one of my absolute favorite bands. Your songs, your raps, your dances, your personalities - everything about you is just so incredibly talented and inspiring." My voice filled with genuine sincerity as I continued, "You make me happy and motivated every time I listen to your music."

"Aw thank you! We're happy to have you as a fan," Felix said with a grateful smile. The rest of the band nodded in unison.

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Meanwhile, Han, Changbin, and Bang Chan finished practicing their last song. The sound of their rap and beats echoed through the practice room, leaving them feeling confident in their performance. As they exited the stage, they noticed all the other members huddled in a tight circle, their voices murmuring excitedly. Curiosity peaked; the three boys made their way over to see what was causing such commotion.

Their eyes landed on Zena, who seemed to radiate a certain charm that immediately captured their attention. Her dual-toned hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her smile lit up her entire face. Her voice was sweet and melodic as she spoke to Felix, who stood beside her with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Bang Chan couldn't help but pause for a moment, struck by Zena's beauty and infectious energy. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, wanting to know more about this captivating girl and her relationship with Felix. They approached the group with Han's boisterous voice ringing out, "Ey! Felix! Who is this stunning woman you've been keeping from us?". Felix let out a hearty laugh and proceeded to introduce them to Zena, and Zena to them. Her radiant smile lit up her face as she greeted each person in turn, her sparkling eyes filled with warmth and charm. With eager anticipation, Chan took a step forward to introduce himself. But before he could utter a single word, Han burst onto the scene with his booming voice and larger-than-life personality, stealing the opportunity away from Chan. The vibrancy of Han's energy filled the room, leaving no space for anyone else to make a mark.

"Greetings, Zena. I am Han," he announced with exuberance and a charmingly posh British accent. He took her hand with a flourish and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, as if she were royalty and he was her devoted suitor.

She giggled at his playful gesture, and she responded by giving a mock curtsey. "Well greetings, Han. I am Zena," she replied, playing along with the banter. "I must say, your rap skills and vocal talents are truly remarkable. You're quite talented, kind sir."

"Thank you, my dear," Han replied with a comical bow. His infectious grin widened as they exchanged smiles and burst into hearty laughter together. It was clear that they were going to get along famously.

With a small, amused shake of his head, Chan watched as Han bounced around with restless energy. He had just opened his mouth to introduce himself when Changbin suddenly cut in, eager to make a connection. Chan could feel the universe telling him to slow down and practice patience, but he couldn't help but be a little frustrated that he keeps getting stopped.

Changbin's voice was warm and friendly as he introduced himself to Zena, his hand gently clasping hers in a slight moment of shyness. His jet-black hair fell into his face, framing it in an almost mysterious way as he offered her the sweetest smile.

Zena returned his smile fondly, charmed by his presence. "Hello, Changbin. It's so nice to finally meet you." she replied, feeling a sense of genuine connection with him already. "I must say, I'm a huge fan of your rap skills and your undeniable charisma. You truly are awesome."

Changbin's cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink at her words. "Thank you so much," he states sincerely with his Korean accent. "You're incredibly kind."

The usually calm and composed Chan's patience quickly dissipates as he eagerly wanted to greet her, feeling like everyone is moving at a snail's pace. His excitement swells inside him, causing him to suddenly extend his hand in introduction and abruptly ending Zena and Changbin's conversation.

"Hi, I'm Bang Chan," his deep Australian accent rolls off his tongue effortlessly. "But you can call me Chris." His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and admiration for the person in front of him.

Zena's heart flutters as she takes his hand and shakes it, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. She can't believe she's meeting one of her favorite band members, the one she has a secret crush on since she became a STAY. "H-hi, Chris," she stammers nervously. "I'm Zena. I admire your strong leadership skills and your incredible versatility as a producer, singer, and dancer. You truly are a multi-talented artist."

Chan can't help but be slightly taken aback by her kind words. He's not used to such direct praise, especially from someone who exudes such genuine warmth and humility. A warm smile spreads across his face as he replies, "Thank you, Zena. That means a lot to me."

With her heart pounding in her chest, Zena couldn't help but feel a sense of electricity in the air as Bang Chan held her gaze. There was an unspoken connection between them, an invisible thread pulling them closer together. She found herself captivated by his warm smile and the genuine kindness in his eyes.

As Chan noticed the dazed look on Zena's face, he cleared his throat to say something to her. But before he could, their manager called them backstage, signaling it was time for their concert. Frustrated with the bad timing, Chan bids Zena a quick farewell and hustled off to join his bandmates. Felix passed by Zena and paused to turn towards her. "Your seat is the middle one right in the front," he stated, pointing to the designated spot. "If you need anything, just shoot me a text." His words were lost in the bustle of backstage preparations as he disappeared behind the heavy stage curtains with the rest of the band.

Zena nodded gratefully, feeling a rush of nerves and excitement at the thought of being in the front row for their performance. She mentally thanked Felix for his kindness before turning her attention back to the pulsing energy of the crowd waiting outside.

Zena took a deep breath as she settled into her seat before scanning the arena excitedly. The atmosphere was starting to bustle with energy as fans trickled in chatting and laughing while waiting for the show to start.

As she settled into her seat, Zena's mind raced with thoughts of the past few hours. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, a smile spreading across her lips as she whispered to herself, "Nothing will ever be normal after tonight." The theater hummed with excitement, the chatter of fellow audience members blending together in a symphony of voices. The velvet curtains on stage shimmered under the dim lights, creating an aura of mystery and enchantment. Zena couldn't wait for the show to start, eager to see what surprises and adventures awaited her in this new uncharted territory.

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i need to know more about cameras and sweatpants 👀

I WAS W A I T I N G FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT THAT ONE!!

So, Cameras & Sweatpants is pure SMUT that started with one person, and one person alone; my bias, the man himself, Chan Christopher Bang, and this lovely, lovely picture:

Need I say more? Well yes, yes i do, because this photoshoot with his outfit had me on my KNEES for this man; its the bangs, sleeveless shirt, arm band [not shown in this pic but its there], and sky blue sweatpants for me 🤭

Snippet;

“We have 30 minutes,” Chris whispered against the shell of your ear, his hand resting against the small of your back. 

You smirked, your pace quickening ever so slightly as you walked past staff members and stylists alike - a glint of mischief shining through your lust fogged eyes. “I’ll be done in 15.”

The second the changing room’s door shut and the lock clicked into place, you wasted no time in sinking to your knees in front of him - hardwood floors be damned. Your mouth watered at the prominent bulge beginning to tent the blue fabric; running your hand along the outline and earning a stifled grunt in return.

"You’re just so needy for my dick, aren’t you, baby?”

That's all you're getting for now! Thanks for sending in your ask, nonnie! ღ