#bxngchxn fics

[bxngchxn]

Elevated || h.js

pairing: jisung x female!reader

wc: 2.85k 

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, college!skz

warnings: explicit content, fingering (f recieving)

description: stuck in an elevator with the cute boy from science class? you’re curious as to how the situation will escalate.

a/n: i am so sorry i said i’d post this last night and i never did but i am here to make it up to you (also some other works coming soon! keep a look out)

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this is a work of fiction and not meant for anyone under the age of 18

You really hate Mondays.

They’re always the longest, and for some reason things happen to go incredibly wrong on the first day of the week. Always.

Waking up and realizing you only have 10 minutes to get dressed and get to class, running across campus seems to be the only option if you want to make it there on time. The professor is strict, and won’t let you in even if you’re only a minute late to class.

You ignore the weird looks you get from students as you sprint across campus, just wanting to make sure today doesn’t get any worse.

The door to your classroom is already shut, and you know that if you try to walk in now, you’re going to be yelled at by the professor and kicked out anyway. It’s not a surprise to you, with the morning you’ve had, you kind of expected things to continue downhill.

Now having some extra time to kill, you head to the school cafe for a cup of (desperately needed) coffee, and then the library for some extra studying for your anatomy class that you’re going to walk into within the next hour and a half. It was your hardest class, and easily the most stressful one as well.

Luckily, your study session went uninterrupted and with no hiccups. Looking at your watch and realizing you need to get moving, you stand up from your spot at the library table only for a student walking by to knock into you, spilling your remaining coffee on your shirt. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask in your head, telling the girl who ran into you that it was fine, and that you’re okay once she started apologizing profusely. Of course, now not only are you running late again, but you have a giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Are you alright?” You hear someone chuckle next to you, and you look to your left and see Han Jisung, looking at you with concern but also a slight bit of humor in his eyes. 

You’ve spoken to him a few times, the two of you sharing your anatomy class. He’s cute, you think, with his bright smile and energetic attitude. You also had a few mutual friends, Seungmin and Changbin, so you had heard more about him than you’ve actually spoken to him.

“Yeah, Jisung, I’m just fine. Thank you for asking,” you quip back, and he arches an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

“Seems like someone rolled out the wrong side of the bed today,” he says, and it makes you pout. “What makes you say that?” you say while looking away from him grumpily. “No reason, just saw you sprinting through campus out the window this morning, plus you’re like..covered in coffee” he says nonchalantly, and it makes you want to smack him. You both need to get to class though, and the thought makes you groan. “Ugh there’s no way I’ll be able to get to my apartment and change in time..” you say to yourself, looking down at the giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Here,” Jisung says, and you look up to see him taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. “Jisung I can’t, it’s really okay I’ll just change after class,” you tell him. He shakes his head, and shoves the hoodie into your hands. “I don’t want you to have to sit through class like that,” he says. You slip the hoodie on over your shirt, relishing in the scent of his cologne and how it makes your head spin just a little bit.

Not wanting the coffee to stain the inside of Jisung’s hoodie, you quickly maneuver your arms inside the oversized piece of clothing, and take your shirt off while making sure Jisung’s hoodie still covers you. Pulling your coffee stained shirt out from the neck hole of the hoodie, you look at Jisung who is staring at you with wide eyes. Before you can laugh at his state of shock, Jisung speaks up. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late!” He says, making his way towards the library exit.

You have no other choice but to follow him because he’s right, class is going to start and you’re not even in the science building. He notices you lingering behind and grabs your hand, leaving you completely shocked as he decides to take off once he steps foot outside, with you in tow. You try to keep up with him, stumbling over your feet while yelling at him to slow down, although it seems like he isn’t going to.

You make it inside the science building and book it up the stairs, praying that you’re not late. Seems as this time, luck is on your side. You and Jisung make it inside the classroom not thirty seconds before the professor does. The two of you exchange victory smiles, still catching your breath while the professor starts the lecture.

You tried to stay focused, but your eyes continued to wander towards Jisung every now and again. He managed to sit right where the sun was shining through the windows, and to put it quite frankly, his beauty was distracting. His tan skin seemed to be glowing, and he would bite his lip in concentration every now and again as he copied the notes from the board. Something about the way his lips looked made you want them against your own, and you were taken aback by your thoughts. You hadn’t even had a real conversation with him until two hours ago, and now you were thinking about kissing him? What is this feeling?

Your eyes move from focusing on his lips to his hands, watching the way they move as he takes notes. You can’t help but imagine what those hands would feel like on your body. His hoodie was warm enough, but you were sure his hands were something else.

You hear Jisung laugh quietly, and your eyes shoot up from their current focus to realize that Jisung had caught you staring at his hands. Your cheeks flush a bright red, and you turn your head back to the front of the classroom, hoping he’ll ignore it later.

“Well, thank god my classes are done for the day,” you say once you realize Jisung is waiting for you after lecture is over. Your cheeks are still a little pink, and you’re just waiting for the boy to make a joke about your obvious staring. Jisung laughs, too, and the sound makes you feel a little lighter. “Yeah I know right? Especially since the weather is getting cooler and I seem to have lost a hoodie,” he quips, and you playfully smack him on the arm. The playful smirk on his face sets something off inside of you, but you try and ignore it as much as possible.

“I told you I didn’t need it!” you say, and he shakes his head. “It’s alright, you don’t need to worry about it,” He insists, but it still doesn’t sit right with you. “No, no I feel bad. Here, come to my place really quick? I’ll change out of this and throw my shirt in the wash so you can have this back,” you ask him. “Well, I think I have some time...” he says playfully. You roll your eyes and lead him in the direction of your apartment building.

On the walk to your apartment, you get to talk to Jisung more than you ever have before.You definitely regret not getting to know him sooner. The stories you’ve heard about him definitely don’t do him justice, either. He’s really quick witted-- able to make you laugh harder than you’ve laughed in awhile. Pair that with his soft brown eyes and his bright smile, he’s basically a knock out.

Once you reach your building, Jisung opens the door for you and it just adds to the tiny feelings you could sense growing in your stomach for this boy. You walk up to the elevator and press the call button, and the presence of Jisung behind you waiting for the elevator makes the hairs on your neck stand up. He was really, really close to you, and you could feel his warmth radiating off of him. Not to mention you were still wearing his hoodie, the smell of his cologne fogging your senses.

The doors open, and you step inside first, turning around to press the button to head to the 9th floor. Jisung follows, standing next to you and leaning against the rail behind him. It’s quiet, but comfortable.

That is, until you hear a weird noise coming from the elevator.

You look up at Jisung to see if he heard it too, and the way his grip tightens on the bar behind him doesn’t go unnoticed by you. The elevator shakes, slightly, and out of reflex you move to grab onto Jisung. His arm goes around your waist, pushing you to him while keeping a hand on the bar holding him steady. Just like you thought, the elevator shakes more strongly and then comes to a stop. The lights go off for a moment, but the backup lights come on almost immediately, bathing the small space in a soft, dull light.

You let go of the breath you were holding once you’re sure the elevator isn’t going to plummet 7 stories. Jisung feels you relax in his hold, and moves away slightly to look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you for the second time today, except this time his voice is very clearly concerned. “Yes, I’m fine. What happened? How are we gonna get out of here?” You say, checking your phone and realizing you don’t have any cell service.

Jisung steps away from you, letting his arm fall from your waist. You miss the feeling of protection, but watch him anyway as he makes his way over to the elevator door. Taking a look through the gap, you hear Jisung mutter some curses under his breath. “Looks like we’re stuck between floors, which is why your phone isn’t working,” he says, trying to further inspect the situation.

“So what do we do then? Sit here and wait for someone to come save us?” You ask, eyes wide. He shrugs, and turns back to the door. “Hey! Can anyone hear us? We’re trapped in the elevator!” He shouts, and it’s quiet for a moment before a stranger’s voice is heard from a few feet above you.

“We heard the rattling of the elevator! We’ve called maintenance and fire, but they said it’s going to be about 20 minutes until they can get here. We hope you’re okay!” The voice says. Jisung nods his head and yells a thank you to the stranger before making his way back towards you in the small elevator.

You’re happy to know that help is on the way, but what if something happens before they get there? What if the elevator -does- decide to fall before they can get there? You don’t want to live out your final moments in your college apartment’s elevator.

You start to freak out a little bit, and Jisung can sense it. “We’re gonna be okay, you know that right? Help is on the way,” he says, and moves to take a seat on the floor. You join him, hoping it will calm your nerves even just a little. “Yeah, I just hate elevators..” you say, and he doesn’t answer you. You want to say the quiet is calming, but you can’t help the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach. You start picking at the carpet of the elevator out of nervousness, and Jisung takes notice.

He scoots a little closer to you and grabs your hand, the size difference of his hands compared to yours is almost baffling. You feel that blush rise up again, reminded of what happened in class earlier. Jisung is playing with your fingers absentmindedly, both of his hands grabbing at them and lightly pulling them in different directions, the pad of his thumbs smoothing over the back of your palm. You can’t look at him, too embarrassed for getting worked up at the gesture.

It seems like God is out to get you today, because Jisung laughs that teasing laugh of his again, and this time a finger under your chin brings your head up to make eye contact with him.

“Y’know, I was going to let it go earlier, but now I don’t think I can..You seem to be pretty fascinated with my hands, huh baby doll?” He asks confidently, and the tone of his voice makes you want to jump down the elevator shaft out of shyness. The new pet name brings those same feelings back to your stomach, and you’re at a loss for words. Jisung takes notice of this, and his smile turns from playful to something a little more serious.

‘Awe now why are you getting shy? You sure weren’t when you were checking me out in lecture earlier,” Jisung says, his tone condescending as he moves closer to you. “I promise, Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I mean, not unless you want me to,” he whispers. He’s not even an inch away from your face, and now you can’t seem to break eye contact with him. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck. “If you don’t want this, you need to tell me..” he insists, but you don’t even need to think twice. “I want it. I want you.” you say quietly, and that’s enough for him to close the distance and pull you on top of him.

Being seated on Han Jisung’s lap is nothing short of an out of body experience. His lips are soft against yours, nipping at your bottom lip and asking for entrance which you gladly grant him. The kiss is fast and passionate and full of tongues but neither of you seem to care. You can’t think of anything except that you were right; the feeling of his hands roaming your body is better than you could’ve imagined. By now your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling slightly every now and again and listening to the beautiful sounds of Jisung groaning against your lips.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he says, his fingers trailing to the button of your jeans. You busy yourself with moving your hands underneath his tshirt, his skin warm and soft under your fingers. You can feel the ridges of abs that you didn’t know existed, and as Jisung is whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you whine at the sensation of his fingers that have found their way into your underwear.

“You look so pretty like this for me,” Jisung continues, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in slow circles as you whine at him. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control myself the moment you slipped this damn hoodie on. You look so small, baby.”

You’re sure that you’re going crazy the more that Jisung talks to you. In order to preserve even the tiniest bit of your sanity, you connect your lips to his once more. You hear him chuckle into the kiss, Jisung sensing your urgency as you grind down onto his fingers with a newfound energy.

“You really like my hands that much, huh? Gonna get off just on my fingers baby?” He asks once again, this time inserting a finger into your core. You moan at the new sensation, but Jisung isn’t having it. “Words, baby. Tell me how you’re feeling,” He orders, and something about his tone sends you up a wall. “S-so good Jisung.. I.. fuck,” you breathe out.

Jisung snaps back to reality for a moment and remembers: You’re on a time crunch. Maintenance could get the elevator back up and running at any moment. He adds another finger inside of you and quickens his pace at the same time. The speed has you reeling, the knot in your stomach tight but not quite ready to snap.

“I need you to cum for me baby, someone could walk in any minute. We don’t need anyone else seeing how much of a slut you are for my fingers alone, now do we? Or would you like that?” He asks, and the idea has you clenching around him. Jisung senses this, and laughs. “Something to keep in mind for another time,” he says to himself. You bury that comment at the back of your mind, focusing on the pleasure that’s rising in your core.

Once Jisung starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the combination of that and his fingers inside you has you arching your back. To Jisung, you are the most ethereal being on the planet right now; the soft light of the elevator highlighting your features, making you look oh so beautiful and almost unreal as your orgasm washes over you.

Jisung helps you ride out your high, your hips slowly coming to a stop as you begin to catch your breath. “Th-thank you, Jisung..” you say quietly, moving your hair out of your face. “Trust me, baby doll. The pleasure was all mine,” he chimes, and a small laugh leaves your lips as you finally gain your composure once again.

The two of you stay sitting like that for a few minutes, basking in the glow of this new found relationship until you hear voices a few feet above you again. “Hello? Are you alright in there? This is the fire department, we’re going to get you out of there, don’t worry.” The faint voice says. You both sigh in relief, Jisung’s arms falling around your waist once again.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator doors to be opened, and you’re both pulled up by the firemen who came to your rescue.

Once safe and sound, it doesn’t take long for you to pull Jisung into your apartment to make up for something very, very important, either.

[es-kay-zee]

Where the Ocean Meets the Sand - TEASER

pairing: jeongin x afab! reader

genre: summer romance, strangers-to-lovers, fluff, smut

warnings: sexual scenes: specific warnings are yet to be determined

estimated release date: TBD

word count: 6k+ (estimated)

current completion: approx. 35%

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @qtieskz @hwajin @spilledtee (send an ask or dm to be added)

a/n: the summer break in this fic is from mid-november til march. just thought i'd mention that 'cause i always get slightly confused when i read fics and summer is in the middle of the year lol. also, this is the most effort i've put into a fic, so i really hope you all enjoy it and are as excited for it as i am!!

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moving back home for summer break, you expect very little. you expect to spend your days bored, working at a summer job - if you can find one - or stuck alone with your parents. what you don't expect, is to find a cute boy on the beach one night, staring up at the stars. and you certainly don't expect to fall in love with him.

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the sand is cool between your toes when you finally step onto it, your shoes dangling haphazardly from your hand. the wind is cold, nipping almost harshly at any exposed skin it can find, but you ignore that in favour of breathing in the salty scent that fills your lungs. the stars shine brightly in the darkened sky, far brighter than you've seen on any night over the past year.

you walk closer towards the water, your surroundings illuminated by the moonlight. late night beach walks were a common occurrence, an almost nightly ritual. something about them relaxed every part of you, from your mind to your body. sleep always came easier after some time by the water. not that you really needed it today, the exhaustion from your travels already doing plenty to provide you some decent sleep. but you wanted it, you wanted to feel the cold air on your cheeks and the sand between your toes. and what’s the harm in indulging yourself.

as you slowly walk further down the beach, you spot a figure standing at the water’s edge. it’s hard to tell what they look like in the dim lighting, but if you had to hazard a guess, you’d say they were young, somewhere around your age. and the mere idea of someone your age living in the tiny town prompts you to do what many would consider a dumb choice.

you approach the stranger.

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tagged by the best, @meow-minho (i missed u!! 👉🏻👈🏻)

Three ships: me x chan 😔✊🏻 (my delulu ass is coming out) , chan x felix , gavin reed x nines (Reed900 from the D:BH fandom)

Last song: Fingers - ZAYN

Last movie: The Happening (did not enjoy this lmao but hey to each their own taste ig)

Currently watching: The Office S05

Currently reading: my new fic ! (editing and rewriting some stuff ❤️)

Currently craving: literally just skz and everything abt them (we’re well fed but i miss tHEM EVERYDAY)

tagging: @vogueinnie @bxngchxn @pupandangelscoffee @bobateastay and anyone else who wants to join!

tag game!

tagged by @doderyscoffee <3

three ships: luke skywalker x han solo, tanaka x kiyoko, adora x catra

last song: alex turner - it's hard to get around the wind

last movie: ponyo

currently watching: mr. sunshine, haikyuu!!

currently reading: are prisons obsolete? by angela davis and of mice and men by john steinbeck

currently craving: lasagna

tagging: @fraeri @moonbeamsung @ohmysparkle @ethereal-eirene and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[bxngchxn]

[7:42pm]

Today..was not the best day.

Between your boss getting on you at work, missing your bus home, and also forgetting to take anything out for dinner, you were ready to come home. Taking off your shoes at the door, all you can think about is burying yourself under the blankets and letting sleep take over. Chan has been working on some music for the upcoming album, but he convinced them to let him work in his office at home instead of at the building, wanting to spend more time with you. As you walk into the living room everything is quiet, which means Chan is in his home studio still, despite the late hour.

Making your way to his studio, you slowly open the door and peek your head in.

 Looking around, you see Chan, sitting at his computer with his headphones in, completely immersed in whatever project he was currently working on. The entire room was bathed in red light, thanks to the LEDs he had recently put in to set the mood while he’s working. Taking in his focused form, you’re never able to get over the fact that your boyfriend is so incredibly handsome. Broad shoulders hunched over in concentration, his hair messed up, probably from running his hands through it as he got frustrated or stuck on a certain piece. You quietly make your way over to him, not wanting to scare him. Tapping him on the shoulder, he flinches anyway since he didn’t hear you come in.

His shocked expression slowly melts away to a soft smile at the sight of you. “Hi, baby,” he says as he takes his headphones off and opens his arms, urging you to hug him. You take your place on his lap and wrap your arms around him, something you only do when you’re stressed or frustrated. “Bad day?” He asks, hands drawing comforting circles on your back. You nod your head and look up at him, his normal brown eyes slightly muted because of the red lighting. You can still see the worry in them, though, and you sigh with relief, knowing that he’s always here for you when you need it.

He pulls you even closer to him, if that’s even possible, and you melt in his arms. It’s like everything bad that happened to you had completely disappeared. “It’s okay. I’m here with you now and it’s okay. Do you want me to wait for you to finish up? I didn’t take anything out for dinner but I can order us some take ou-” you try saying, but Chan quiets you with his lips on yours. It’s a quick kiss, but it still has your mind reeling once he pulls away. “No baby it’s okay, I was about done anyway. Right now all that matters is you,” he pokes your nose at the end of his sentence and it makes you giggle. Pulling him back down to you, you connect your lips in a kiss a little bit harder than the one previous. Chan’s hand goes from your back into your hair, fingers weaving into it and giving it a slight tug. You moan into his mouth and you can feel him smirk.

The kiss deepens once again, a clash of tongues and teeth and every touch making you fall deeper and deeper. He trails his kisses down from your lips to your neck and it makes you sigh in content. He takes a piece of skin between his teeth and sucks on it, sure to leave a mark later for everyone to see. You’re his, you always have been and you always will be, and he loves making sure that everyone knows that. His hands sneak under your shirt and you run your hands along his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense underneath your fingers. Touching him, even just like this, is one of your favorite things to do. And he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you either, so it’s a win win.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but as Chan’s hands run down to your thighs he pulls away from the kiss.

“Come on babe, I actually have an idea for a new project” he says with a smirk on his face as he pulls the two of you, still sat in his desk chair, over to his microphone.

[bxngchxn]

strawberries and red wine || l. minho (lee know)

this is a fic that I have re-uploaded from my old blog, @ethereal-bang . I’ll be reuploading all of my old works here and deleting my old blog soon. hope you enjoy!

characters: minho x fem reader

wc: 4.8k

genre: SMUT, dilf!minho, some fluff

warnings: slight hard dom themes, unprotected sex (always wear a condom!), oral (male receiving)

THE FIRST OF THE DILF!SKZ SERIES IS FINALLY HERE!!

This contains mature content and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

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“No, Mina what did I tell you we do NOT pull people’s hai- wait, BENJAMIN, where did you get that frog from?!? Let it go!!” You scramble around the classroom as you try and control the chaos that is your 4s classroom. Being the lead teacher in a room full of toddlers is nowhere near easy, but you’ve always had an affinity for kids. It started out with babysitting your cousins on the weekends, then volunteering as a counselor at summer camp. Eventually it led to you, taking early education classes in college and graduating with a degree in Early Childhood Education. Now, you find yourself here, making sure these kids keep the sand IN the sand box, for the third time this week.

No matter how frustrated you got, though, you could never get genuinely angry. They’re just babies, after all. They have no real concept of right and wrong (or object permanence for that matter), therefore their decision making skills are ~slightly~ off. Plus, they look so cute with their innocent, bright smiles and big eyes. How could you not love them?

The day is just about over, and you’re trying to get everything as clean as possible before the kids leave, that way you don’t have to stay too late to finish it all. It’s Friday, and the thought of going home to your quiet apartment for some much needed me time is all you’re thinking about as you wipe down the snack table. You survey the other children to make sure no one is causing trouble, and you smile as you take in the sight of everyone (finally) sitting in their assigned seats, various hobbies distracting them as they wait for their parents to arrive.

You hear a slight crash, and a teeny tiny voice accompany it.

“Shit!”

That single word, coming from such a small mouth catches you off guard. You want to laugh– but you know better than to encourage it. Shocked expression on your face, you walk over to the table where the two girls are playing Jenga. The tower has been knocked down, and you can only assume that the expletive was said by the loser of the game. A sweet little girl, brown hair almost nearing her waist and big eyes that still held stars in them, was looking up at you in confusion. “Now sweetie, where did you learn that word from?” You ask incredulously.

The way she was looking at you screamed innocence, her smile never faltering. “From my daddy! He said it when he dropped the casserole on the ground the other night. But it’s okay! He ordered us a pizza instead!” She says and you can’t help but giggle, while simultaneously making a note to speak to the girl’s father. Kids tend to overshare way too much, and it reminds you of all the crazy things you’ve heard over the years– those poor parents.

Before you know it, the day has ended and it’s time to walk the children outside. Calling your students to form a line at the door, you double check for backpacks and blankies and stuffed animals. Once everyone (and everything) is settled, you lead the children outside to their parents who are standing with open arms, ready to have their babies back with them for the night. The sight is always so endearing, the little ones getting overly excited and jumping into their parents’ arms.

 As you watch everyone begin to leave, you notice a certain brunette toddler waddling up to her father, who scoops her up into his arms and immediately puts her on his shoulders.

She looks like him, the way that his eyes seem to shine reminiscent of the sparkle you get to see in hers every morning. He’s rocking her back and forth as she’s sat atop him, her giggles ringing out through the daycare’s playground and bringing a sense of calm and happiness to the air. Making your way over to the two of them, your breath catches in your throat when you realize the height difference between the two of you. He’s at least a head taller than you, making you feel small as you get his attention. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lee? Would it be okay if I had a word with you for just a moment?” You ask him quietly.

He looks at you, and you can feel your heartbeat skip when a small smile graces his lips. Taking his daughter off of his shoulders, he ushers her over toward another parent, and the child runs off with Kim Seungmin and his daughter, with promises of ice cream from the truck down the road. “Absolutely, is everything okay Ms….?” He says, realizing (embarrassingly) that he’s never gotten your name. “Y/N! My name is Y/N.” You say with a smile, and he nods, wanting to commit your name to memory.

Minho has seen you day in and day out, greeting the kids in the morning at drop off, and bringing them outside to release to their parents. He’s spoken to you maybe once? Maybe twice? He really wasn’t sure, but something about your soft smile and the way you take care of the children is hitting him differently today. He has a mix of curiosity and slight panic running through his system, afraid his daughter had gotten into big trouble. She’s his whole world, and although raising her on his own definitely isn’t easy, it’s just as equally rewarding. She’s just like him, her personality so big and so funny for someone so little.

“Everything is okay! I just wanted to tell you, your daughter did something today…” you started, and you can see the look in his eyes shift from panic to humor as you explain the situation from earlier today. He chuckles a little once you finish speaking, and you’re laughing too. “Ah, oh my goodness I am so sorry…” he trails off. “It’s alright, Mr. Lee, dont wo-” “Minho,” he cuts you off. “You can call me Minho,” he says, and you nod your head in agreement. “It’s okay, Minho. It actually was pretty funny..just be a little more careful around her, okay?” You giggle, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks blush pink.

After that, talking to Minho when he came to pick up his daughter became a daily occurrence. It was never for long, maybe two or three minutes of conversation at a time, but it was something you looked forward to. He seemed so carefree, always coming in with a smile on his face. Each day his little girl runs to him and demands to be put on his shoulders, and he always obliges.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t form some type of crush on the man in question. You would find yourself hiding your smile after every little interaction, and you weren’t sure how to feel about the fact that you fell for him so easily. It had been a long time since you had decided to focus on your love life, so every time you get those butterflies in your chest you’re unsure of how to react.

Minho, on the other hand, is absolutely smitten. He never took this kind of interest in his daughter’s teachers before. He couldn’t explain it, but the feeling he gets when he witnesses his little girl run up to hug you in the mornings as you head to class fills him with a lighthearted emotion. Plus, the more he spoke to you, the more he came to find out that the two of you are fairly similar. He knew that he needed to take you out on a date. It was the only thing he could think about.

Would it be inappropriate? Absolutely. For as long as you were her teacher, there was no way he’d be able to openly express his feelings. So, he waits. He keeps his feelings at bay for the remainder of the year, waiting for summer to come so he can ask you out on an actual date. And when he does, it’s in the most unexpected way possible.

You see, Minho had a plan. Your birthday was coming up soon, and he was going to get you a small gift and a card with some cheesy pick up line, asking you to do him the honor of going to dinner with him. His daughter, however, has a (very unfiltered) mind of her own.

The summer months were in full swing, the heat and humidity taking over the town as people rode their bikes through the streets, and everyone who drove a car with their windows down, music playing at full volume. It was one of your favorite things about summer, you loved seeing everyone enjoying themselves, alongside the nostalgic feeling of freedom that comes with the warmer weather. This is why you decide one Saturday morning to get up early and head to the Farmer’s Market. The big, open air market held fond memories from your childhood, and going there to shop for your groceries became a stress reliever for you ever since you started college. The older women selling produce were the sweetest, always giving you free samples when you came round.

Today was one of those days, the smells of spices and different street foods filling your noose as you looked at some apples at a produce stand. You pick up what seems like the perfect apple. Round, shiny, no bruises anywhere. That is, until you feel a little someone bump into your legs.

The apple falls to the ground when you’re knocked over, and you hear a small, familiar voice give you an apology. It’s almost a shock when you hear Minho’s voice, too, as you turn around. “Oh my god, miss, I am so…Y/N?” He apologizes, stopping in his tracks when he realizes that it’s you who is standing in front of the two of them. “Oh! Minho, hello! And hi there sweetheart! It’s alright, you didn’t hurt me,” you say in a small voice, dropping down to her level so you can meet her eyes. “But I made you drop your apple! I’m really sorry,” she pouts, and your heart absolutely melts at the sweetness. “It’s okay, I can just get another one! Why don’t you help me pick it out, yeah?” You ask, and her eyes light up with their familiar brightness.

She nods her head furiously and you laugh, picking her up when she raises her arms. You hold her on your hip and lean down just enough for her to grab a new apple to put in your bag. On the sidelines, Minho is trying so hard not to die at the sight in front of him. His daughter looks so happy, and so do you, bonding over the differences between the fruits. He just smiles as he watches in the interaction.

“This one looks perfect! Don’t you agree, sweetie?” You ask the little girl, and she giggles and takes it from your hands. “Yeah! Daddy, look at the apple~~” she says, and Minho’s attention is brought back to the girl in your arms. “Y-yes pumpkin, it looks really perfect! Red apples are a lot sweeter than green apples, they’re your favorite right? Why don’t we get some too?” Minho rambles rather quickly, and it makes you laugh as you watch him clumsily put some apples into a produce bag and hand money to the lady working at the register.

Once you also pay for your apples, Minho invites you to come have lunch with the two of them in the picnic area. You can’t bring yourself to tell them no, so you follow them to an area of grass that is filled with families eating, playing and just enjoying the summer weather. You and Minho help his daughter with her lunch, all the while enjoying the time together, as well. It had been a while since you’d seen each other, because the little girl was no longer in your 4’s class. You spent a few hours with the two of them, and when it was time to go, his little girl scrambles into your lap before you can even make a move to get up.

“I figured something out!” She says, proudly. “Yes, dear, what is it?” Minho asks her, and you crane your head to look over at her. “I think daddy likes you, Miss Y/N,” she blurts out. Your cheeks turn pink, and Minho starts stuttering. “W-what makes you think that, love?” You ask her, and she shrugs her head, completely unbothered by the fact that the two of you look like you’ve been caught, even though nothing has happened.

“Well,” she says, determined. “Daddy talks reaaaallyyyy fast when he talks about me, or soonie doongie and dori, because he likes us a lot. And he does the same thing when he talks to you, or talks about you. I just figured that because he talks fast like that, it must mean he really likes you. Because daddy talks reeeaaally fast about you.” She says, and then goes back to eating a strawberry out of the container that Minho brought with him. The blush on your cheeks turns even darker, and Minho’s face isn’t too far behind, either.

“Aaah, I see. You must be really smart to have figured that out, huh?” You ask her as you laugh, trying to make your nervousness go away. Minho has since taken interest in his hands, not being able to look you in the eye. “Well,” you start, getting the girl’s attention. You lean in close, but still far enough away that Minho can hear, too. “I think that I like your daddy just as much,” You “whisper” in her ear. Her eyes go wide, and Minho’s face shoots up from looking at his hands. “Really?!” The girl squeals, and you just smile and pat her head.

“Really.”

The three of you wander the market for a little while longer, before you notice Minho’s daughter getting sleepy. Once she asks Minho to pick her up, he carries her on his back and she’s out cold within two minutes. He laughs at the snoring toddler, and looks down at the ground before he looks at you. “Did you mean it?” he asks, and you feel your heart explode when you look into his eyes. “About liking me, did you really mean it?” He repeats, and you can’t bring yourself to hide the truth anymore. “Mhm, I did mean it.” You say quietly. His smile brightens ten fold, and if he wasn’t hauling a sleeping child on his back, he would’ve taken your hand. “Well in that case, would it be out of pocket to ask you over for dinner this weekend? She’s going to a slumber party at Seungmin’s house, so we can have an actual conversation,” he asks sheepishly.

“I would love that.”

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The rest of the week flies by, and you can feel the nerves gathering in your stomach as you arrive at Minho’s house. Walking inside, it’s exactly how you could imagine it to be. It’s cozy, and you can definitely tell that a toddler lives there. Toys are in the living room corner, stacked neatly next to a two story dollhouse. Sippy cups align the kitchen sink, and you see cat shaped sandwich cutters sitting in the dish drainer. The sight makes you smile, as you remember cooing over the cute shapes at lunch time.

Minho looks absolutely stunning, you think to yourself. He’s dressed casually, but his button down shirt makes his shoulders look broad and the way his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows makes your knees feel weak. He greets you with a warm smile and a small hug, leading you into the kitchen. He really pulled out all the stops for this– candles at the center of the dining table, two glasses with red wine sitting next to empty plates as he brings the food to the table. “Wow, this looks amazing,” you tell him as you take a seat across from him, sipping your wine. “Thank you, I really hope you like it,” he laughs.

Dinner goes well, just as you expected it to. The two of you never run out of things to talk about, and the wine is definitely helping the two of you loosen up a little bit. Once dinner is over, you insist that you help with the dishes. Minho tries to decline, but you bump him out of the way with your hip, picking up a towel to dry the clean dishes with. He laughs and mimics the action, except his arm wraps around your waist in an attempt to catch you if you fall over. You feel electricity shoot through you at the action, and you turn to face him as you laugh.

He doesn’t let go, and the look in his eyes has you dropping your towel onto the kitchen counter. The air in the room feels charged, and you can’t help but reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. Everything just felt natural, with him. Like you were supposed to be this way all along. His other hand drops the dish he was holding into the sink, and he decides to wrap it around your waist instead. The feeling of finally being encapsulated in his arms makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

The two of you stay like that, for just a moment longer. It’s Minho who breaks the silence first, tightening his hold on you. “Is it..is it okay if I kiss you?” he asks softly. The action is so sweet, you smile as you pull him closer to you. “Please,” you ask, right before his lips crash onto yours. The kiss is soft, slow, everything you could have wanted. His lips still taste like the wine you’ve been drinking, and it makes you want to deepen the kiss. So you do.

Minho feels your tongue at his lips, and he immediately grants you entrance but quickly gains dominance over you. A hand of his moves from your waist up into your hair as he pushes you into the kitchen counter. Your hands roam his body, his broad shoulders and toned arms feeling like heaven under your fingertips. When your hands find his hair, you tug on it slightly and that’s enough to prompt Minho to lift you onto the counter. He’s standing between your legs, his hands falling to your hips once again. He traces light circles into the skin under your sweater as you start trailing kisses down his neck.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” you say breathily, and it makes Minho chuckle. “You really want this?” He asks, confirming that it’s okay for him to take it further. “I want all of it.” You say while looking him in the eyes. They darken, and you can tell that you’ve just awoken something inside the man. His hands bunch under your shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal the royal purple bra that you were wearing. Thanking god that you chose a matching set, you take the initiative to take your sweater off the rest of the way, throwing it on a chair near the table.

Minho wastes no time attacking your neck, biting marks near your collarbone and trailing them down towards your breast. He takes one in his hands, feeling the fabric underneath his hands and relishing in the quiet noises you’re making. His fingers ghost over your nipples, the texture of the fabric bringing you an added sensation. You subconsciously move your hips against his, feeling how hard he is through his jeans. Minho sighs, and the sound is music to your ears. You continue to move your hips against his, and Minho quickly grabs the back of your legs. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” he teases, telling you to hold on as he picks you up and takes you in the direction of his bedroom. His lips never leave your neck, at least not until he has you lying comfortably on top of the pillows on his bead. The look in his eyes is almost primal, and it mirrors every feeling that is running through your body in the moment.

You sit up quickly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as you kiss each inch of exposed skin. Minho helps you as he shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, and you take in the sight of the gorgeous man sitting in front of you. You look down to his jeans and then back into his eyes, as if asking for permission. He grabs your hand and guides it to his belt, and that’s a sure fire sign that you can continue.

You expertly undo his jeans, pulling the zipper down with your teeth in a teasing way. “Fuck, baby,” he says at the sight, and his little praise just spurs you on. You move him to sit on the edge of the bed, and you sink to your knees in front of him as you pull down his jeans. His cock is something to behold– the perfect size, pink and standing at attention. Tempting. You grab the base in your hand, and bring your tongue out to lick at the head. Minho melts into your touch, his fingers going to your hair instantly. You begin slowly, sucking on the head and using your hand to stroke the rest of his cock. It’s taking every ounce of self control from Minho to not fuck into your mouth, wanting to savor the first of hopefully many encounters with you.

You look so gorgeous on your knees for him, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you begin to sink lower onto his cock. He can feel your tongue on the underside of his dick, tracing the vein and making sure to swirl your tongue at his head with each pass you make. If you keep this up, he’s going to cum fast.

“As much as I enjoy the feeling of your pretty little mouth, baby, I don’t want to cum inside it this time.” He says, pulling you back up onto the bed. You feel excitement rise in your chest at the idea of a “next time”. You giggle as he hovers over you, pulling you into another kiss. He can taste you on his tongue, and there’s something so inherently dirty about it that makes him impatient.

He starts working on your jeans, undoing the buttons with ease and sliding them down your legs. He stares at the matching purple underwear that you’re in, and he chuckles darkly. “Seems like someone had something certain on their mind when getting dressed today, huh love?” He teases, tracing slow circles over your clit in a teasing way. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” you say as you try to keep your noises to a minimum. He’s going at a pace that is way too slow for your liking, but you’re not ready to beg for it. At least not yet.

“Hm? Feigning innocence now are we? That’s not very nice of you, baby. Tell me, what were you thinking when you put this on today, hm? Were you thinking that I’d take you like a good girl tonight?” He asks. His eyes never leave yours, and you try your hardest to keep your voice level. “Maybe,” you tease, and his pace quickens for just a moment, just enough to have you keening, but then he returns to the torturously slow pace. “Trying to be a brat, are we? Don’t worry, I can have that attitude fixed in no time,” he warns. You want to test him, see how far he’ll go. “Really? I don’t see you doing anything about it,” you fight back.

Bad idea.

Before you can even blink, your underwear are ripped off and thrown across the room, and Minho’s hand is now around your throat. The sweet feeling of the air leaving your lungs has you dizzy, not able to form coherent words. “Oh? Where’s that mouth of yours now huh?” He says, his tone condescending. His fingers return to your core, but this time his pace is rough and fast. You try to move, but the grip on your neck is tight. “Tell me what you want, love. Use your words,” he says. He decides to loosen his grip to let you speak.

“Please, Minho God just-just fuck me,” you finally speak out, voice shaky as your high is quickly approaching you. “That’s all the permission I need, baby doll.” He laughs as he pulls you closer to him. Reaching down, Minho grabs his cock in his hands and runs the head up and down your labia, teasing you before giving you the real thing. “You’re so wet, this is all for me right? I’m the only one who makes you feel like this?” He asks, knowing that you’re slowly losing your cool.

“Yes! Yes it’s only fo- only for you, Minho please” you beg, and it quickly turns into a moan as he enters you. Your back arches, and a low groan comes from Minho’s throat as he feels how tight you are around him. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, but once you rock your hips into him even a little, he sets off at a steady pace. The feeling is euphoric, he’s stretching you in just the right places and somehow knows exactly how to make you see stars.

He’s panting, and when you whine a quiet “Harder, please,” he loses all control. Slamming into you quickly, he brings his hand back to your throat. “You’re so perfect for me, baby. Jesus. Only for me,” he says over and over again. He’s leaned close to you now, mouth against your ear and you can hear every ounce of praise that comes from his mouth. Your high is approaching, and you clench around Minho when he starts drawing fast circles on your clit once again.

“Minho I- I’m so close, please make me cum,” you moan, and with a certain swivel of his hips he’s hitting a spot that’s making you see stars. “Cum for me then, baby. Let me feel you,” he says, quickening his pace once again, so fast you didn’t think it was possible.

The only sounds in the room are skin slapping and your labored breathing, moans loud as you finally feel the knot in your core tighten and then burst. His name leaves your lips in a long, drawn out whine, and you feel him fill you up not long after your orgasm starts wearing off. He’s panting in your ear, grip tightening around your throat once again as you feel him spill into you.

Riding out both of your highs, Minho’s thrusts slowly come to a stop. The two of you lay there, basking in the glow of the events that just unfolded. You stay like that for a few minutes, and then Minho gets up to run the shower, placing a kiss on your forehead as he leaves the bedroom.

You end up going for another round in the shower, and then straight to bed as the two of you are too worn out to do anything else.

You wake up the next morning in one of his tshirts, and you can smell pancakes being made in the kitchen. You look over and realize that Minho is no longer next to you, and you smile as you hear the radio playing and a sweet voice singing along.

Aware that his daughter could be coming home at any minute, you throw your own jeans on as you walk into the kitchen, Minho’s shirt still falling off your shoulder. Quietly padding behind him, he jumps as you wrap your arms around his waist. “Good morning,” you giggle, and he quickly turns to place a kiss on your cheek. “Good morning to you too, doll.” He says. The name brings back memories of last night and you feel a blush on your cheeks.

You help him finish making pancakes, and when the front door opens, you hear little feet making their way to the kitchen, followed by the sound of Seungmin’s voice. “Hey, Minho I figured I’d stop in and say hi since I’m dropping off your- oh. Hello.” Seungmin says as he sees you at the counter with said man. “Hi,” you say quietly, giggling at his expression.

 “Y/N!!!!!!!!!!” you hear from behind him. You lean over and see Minho’s daughter coming at you full force. You quickly scoop her up into your arms, spinning her around as her bright laugh fills the room. It makes Minho’s heart explode, and he immediately feels embarrassed as he looks over at Seungmin. “I’m not judging, good for you bro.” The younger man says, sticking out his fist for Minho to bump. He laughs, but does it anyway, his attention turning back to your and his daughter.

“Are you here to have breakfast with us?!?! Daddy makes the best pancakes!!” The girl exclaims, and you laugh as you look over to Minho, sharing a secret glance.

“I sure am, sweetheart.”  

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mutual || h. hyunjin

this is a fic that I have re-uploaded from my old blog, @ethereal-bang . I’ll be reuploading all of my old works here and deleting my old blog soon. hope you enjoy!

request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

characters: hyunjin x female reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: smut

warnings: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18

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Okay, this was probably the stupidest decision you had made in awhile. Or rather, the stupidest decision Hyunjin had made that you agreed to. You knew the moment your best friend invited himself over to your apartment for a “movie night”, that there was something going on.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his boldness. Regardless, you made sure your apartment was visitor friendly, even though you knew he wouldn’t care. Hyunjin has been your best friend since junior year of high school. Now into your second year of college, the two of you have been through pretty much everything.

True to his word, five minutes later Hyunjin walked into your apartment and dramatically flopped onto your couch. You watched him while you walked into the living room, the blonde haired boy making himself comfortable before turning to you.

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“Look. Just hear me out,” he starts, and alarms immediately go off in your head. “Hwang Hyunjin what did you do?” You ask him, eyes narrowing. Sticking his hands out defensively, he sits up right on the couch. “I didn’t do anything !! I just… so the boys and I were talking about movies today, yeah?” He started. Unsure of where this was going, and why you were involved, you nod your head slowly.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

Yeah, you had heard of it. It was the biggest trend going around right now. Some movie about a guy that meets a woman, kidnaps her and wants her to fall in love with him within a year, and if not she gets to leave. Everything you’ve heard about it has been a mix of cringe and intrigue. The movie is extremely dirty, you’ve heard.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to see where the conversation takes you. “Ah, well, uh.. Ha-have you seen it?” He looks too embarrassed to look you in the eye. “No, I haven’t, Hyunjin. What does any of this have to do with me?” You question. Hyunjin shifts around in his spot on the couch. “Well, the boys..the b-boys dared me to watch it and I don’t want to watch it alone! Will you please watch it with me? Please?” He says quickly. Your eyes widen, not able to believe that this was the reason he was in your living room.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

“No! Y/N we’ve been friends for so long and it’s not like we’re not comfortable with each other!!” He reasons. “Hyunjin, it’s basically porn!” You laugh, unsure how to correctly convey your emotions. “Look, let’s watch like half of it. You know I can’t back down on a dare, Y/N please,” he begs. You weighed the options. Would it be weird? Maybe a little, but he’s right. You’re comfortable with him. What could go wrong, right? It’s just a movie.

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

This movie was way more sexual than you had originally thought. Yeah, you had heard the rumors about the infamous Boat Scene, where the main character finally gives in to her male kidnapper and they spend what seems like the entire day absolutely railing each other, but you didn’t think it would be this…graphic.

You were basically sitting on your couch watching softcore porn with your best friend. If someone had told you that this was how you would be spending your night, you’d laugh in their face. But here you are, sitting five feet apart from Hyunjin on the couch, both of you too afraid to make eye contact with each other as the two main characters have yet another round, this time on the front deck of the boat.

You were definitely hot and bothered at this point, how could you not be? You tried to be subtle, shifting back and forth on the couch to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling between your thighs. You couldn’t wait for Hyunjin to get out of here so you could take care of it yourself, his presence not helping you in the slightest.

Hyunjin is hot, everyone knows it. His long hair dyed a platinum blonde and always kept in a ponytail, except for tonight he decided to let it hang down around him. You tried taking a glance at him, afraid he’d catch you staring and make the atmosphere even more awkward than it already was.

Hyunjin was having a hard time. Figuratively and literally. He had no clue this movie would be like this!! He heard the rumors just like you had, but he figured that everyone was over exaggerating, wanting to seem cool for watching a “raunchy movie”, but no, they were all spot on. And to make matters worse, he was watching it with you. He had no idea why he decided this would be a good idea. Maybe get some laughs at how terrible the movie is, and then turn it off and order takeout or something? He’s really not sure. But now all he’s thinking about is the fact that there is porn playing on your tv, and your shifting back and forth has not gone unnoticed by him.

Would it really be bad if he…initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

Hyunjin can feel his heart beating fast in his chest as he takes a side glance at you. Your eyes are still glued to the screen, most likely due to embarrassment, but partially out of lust. He can see your pupils get larger slightly as you watch the scenes unfolding on tv. You shift your weight once more, and Hyunjin takes a deep breath as he turns to actually face you.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is…something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah…sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look…now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we…help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

“Have you heard of mutual masturbation?” you ask him. Hyunjin almost chokes at hearing those words even leave your mouth. He thought you were going to yell at him, push him out of your apartment and never want to speak to him again. You surprised yourself by being so forward, but it’s Hyunjin. It wouldn’t hurt.

“I..yeah, I have. Do..do you want to?” He asks, finally looking you in the eyes. Your gaze meets his, and the lust is evident in his eyes as he tries to discreetly check you out. This would change your friendship in a way that you would’ve never expected it to, but you don’t feel worried at all.

“You’re not gonna be weird about it afterwards, right? I mean, it’s not a big deal right?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “No! Not a big deal at all, as long as you’re not going to be w- oh, okay” he says, cutting himself off because you’ve now angled yourself in the corner of the couch to face him, your hands already ghosting the edge of your sleep shorts. You giggle as Hyunjin moves to do the same, and the sound is music to his ears.

Hyunjin sweeps his eyes over your form, and feels something spark in him. You look so small all the way over there, the giant tshirt you had on was not doing anything to help the sight. Hyunjin was starting to have ideas, and he decides that he wants to test the waters.

Before he can even get to it though, you let out a little sigh as your fingers tease yourself over your underwear. “H-hyunjin.. Can you like, say something? Maybe?” You ask timidly. You can see the mood shift in his eyes as he smirks.

“Oh, you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?” He chuckles, and with the way your chest hitches, he knows he’s headed in the right direction. You blush and nod your head, embarrassed to say anything else.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

Sliding his hands into his boxers, he sighs in relief at finally feeling something. “Do you feel good baby? Talk to me,” he tells you, and for some reason the new pet name sets you on fire. Following his lead you finally move your fingers past your panties, dragging circles along your clit and letting a soft moan slip past your lips. “Yes, God, so good” you moan. You look up at him and the feeling is magnified.

His sweatpants have fallen a little low on his hips, and the sight of his hips and the muscles under his tshirt has you wanting to see more. Hyunjin notices you eyeing him, and decides to take his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to the couch. He’s absolutely gorgeous, muscles flexing as he works himself up.

“Now don’t let me be the only one getting naked baby, let me really see you,” he says, and the tone is just between demanding and almost condescending. This new side to Hyunjin instantly makes you want to give in, and you’d do whatever he asked you to as long as you got to look at him like this.

You watch his eyes go wide when you take your shirt off, and you had almost forgotten that you weren’t even in your bra. Chest completely bare in front of him, he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second as he slides his sweatpants down farther. You now have a perfect view of his cock, long and hard in his hand. This was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Jesus fuck-” Hyunjin groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. You match his movements, getting yourself worked up. At this point you take your shorts off as well, the two of you completely naked, on opposite sides of the couch.

“You can take a few fingers for me, right doll? Show me what you do when no one’s around,” He says, fucking up into his hand. You bring your hand up to your mouth and slide your fingers in, putting on a show for him. His eyes never leave your face, and you’re glad he’s as affected by this as you are.

You insert one finger into your core and your back arches, finally getting a taste of what you’ve been wanting so badly. Its nowhere near enough, you decide, and insert another finger. Hyunjin thinks that you look so, so pretty like this. He could sit for hours and just watch you, wouldn’t even need to touch you and he would be okay.

Getting lost in your own pleasure, you let your thoughts travel to the boy on the couch across from you. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. All of the times you’ve ever gotten off to the thought of your best friend flash behind your eyelids, and it only brings you closer to the edge.

Hyunjin is almost there, too, and wants to make sure you cum before him, or at least at the same time as him. “F-fuck Y/N I’m so close. You can go a little faster for me, right baby? Make yourself feel good for me,” he says, and the request has you keening. “H-Hyunjin,” you moan out, letting the feeling completely take over as your reach down to rub circles on your clit, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Just like that baby, maybe next time I’ll let you cum on my fingers instead,” he says, voice getting breathy as he approaches his high. “Oh God, Hyunjin please,” you beg, even though you’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point.

It doesn’t take too much longer until the coil that was wound suddenly bursts, your orgasm taking over your senses. You lift your back off of the couch, whimpers coming from your mouth as you ride out your own orgasm. Watching you cum sets Hyunjin off, and he quickens his pace. Ribbons of white paint his  stomach and his hands, and the sounds that leave his lips, deep and gravely are almost enough to set you off again.

The two of you sit there, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, the movie completely forgotten. The credits were rolling in the background now, and Hyunjin has completely forgotten about the dare he was supposed to be doing right now. You look over at Hyunjin, his skin glowing and just looking absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin is thinking the same, taking in the way your hair has gotten messed up from running your hands through it, and the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

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mr. big shot || s. changbin

characters:  seo changbin + female reader

words: 3.2k

genre:  smut, some fluff, angst if you squint

warnings: dom!Changbin, brat!reader, slight degradation, orgasm denial, oral (both parties giving + receiving), unprotected penitrative sex (use protection always!), general hard dom themes, Changbin is kinda conceited at first but it’ll be ok don’t worry

This is a piece of fiction and is not suitable for anyone UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

summary: You run into the hot shot producer on campus at a frat party, who seems to take a liking to you, the only person who doesn’t care.

You don’t even like frat parties.

The LED lights that are somehow always a dark blue, the more than slightly used furniture that has no doubt been passed down a generation or two, not to mention the obnoxious antics of drunk, stressed college kids? Not your thing. In fact, the only reason why you were here was because of your roommate Rose, who had her eye on Bang Chan, a member of the frat who’s kitchen you were currently sitting in. By yourself, with a drink in hand. It isn’t even good alcohol, either; just some sad excuse of an Amaretto Sour that was not even giving you a nice buzz.

It’s around midnight at this point, and the party is in full swing. Couches in the living room were pushed against the walls to ensure ample room for dancing, sweaty bodies clinging to each other and grinding to the beat playing out of the speakers set up in the main room. You look around the room and you see a few people you recognize from your classes, but most remain unfamiliar to you.

ADK (Alpha Delta Kappa) was one of, if not the biggest (and most popular) frat on campus. Their parties were always crowded, mixing top 40s hits with some original music that the music production majors of the house compose themselves. The parties almost always ended up lasting until sunrise, and you can only take pity on their neighbors, who have to deal with the noise so late into the night.

You, however, had no intention for staying that long. Getting annoyed, you pushed your way through the sea of people in search of Rose, to let her know you were going home. As you walk through the crowd, finally spotting your roommate and heading her way, someone grabs you by the arm and spins you around to face them.

“Can I help you?” you ask, attitude through the roof as if someone thought they could just grab you like that. “Well, you sure seem to be in a hurry. I’m just trying to keep you company,” the man says with a charming (read: aggravating) smile. You look up at him in annoyance and also confusion. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen this guy in your life.

He looked to be one of those snobby rich kids; his hair dyed silver and styled oh-so-perfectly, complemented by a button down that you could clearly tell was designer. His shoulders were broad, and his skin a glowing tan that actually would’ve made him look like the sun itself, if his smile wasn’t so kniving.

“I’m..sorry, do I know you?” You ask, and his expression goes from smug to shocked in under three seconds. 

“You don’t know who I am?” He asks, unconvinced. You couldn’t believe the arrogance coming from this guy. Who even is he?

 “Yeah, I have no idea who you are. Sorry, maybe you mistook me for someone else.” you say. You try to leave, but his grip is still on your wrist, and you’re forced to turn back round. Wanting nothing more than to clock the man standing in front of you, you huff and give him a piercing glare. “Let go of me,” you insist.

 He smirks and let’s go of your wrist, but for some reason the look he’s giving you makes you freeze on the spot. “My name is Changbin. Give me one dance sweetheart, that’s all I’m asking,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

Changbin...you were racking your brain trying to figure out why that name sounded so familiar to you. And then it hit you.

Seo Changbin is a member of AKD, and a friend of Chan’s. You figured he must be the Spear B that everyone on campus raves about, and now you know where his cocky demeanor is coming from. Girls and guys alike fall for all 3 members of 3racha. You had never met Changbin before, so it was no surprise you didn’t recognize him right away. Up until now, he was almost like a piece of folklore; everyone had a story about him but you were pretty sure he didn’t exist.

This would be a bad idea. Giving into him. You knew it would be. But regardless, he was attractive, and it doesn’t hurt to have a little fun every once in a while, right?

He watched your resolve slowly crumble as he stuck out his hand. Taking it, he pulls you onto the dance floor (well...the spot of the living room that was turned into one anyway) and doesn’t hesitate to turn you around, feeling your back come into contact with his broad chest.

There’s an upbeat pop song playing through the DJ speakers, and you start to sway your hips along to the beat while trying to distract yourself from the arousal that's starting to creep in as you feel Changbin’s arms snake around your waist, pushing your hips against his. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you say, remembering that you hadn’t even told him your name. 

You can feel his breath ghosting against your neck as he brings his mouth to your ear. “So, Y/N,” he asks, “you really didn’t recognize me did you?” he asked, the feign hurt in his tone making you roll your eyes. “You know, you’re not all that special Mr. Big Shot,” you say, chuckling under your breath.

“Hmm and how can you say that? This is the first time we’ve met, doll. Can’t think you’d know everything about me just yet.” he says, and the use of the nickname sets you on fire. His hips have started moving to match your own, and you would be lying if the pressure you were starting to feel on your lower back didn’t spur you on to tease him a little, moving your hips away from him now and again only to have him pull you right back, turning you around to face him this time.

 “Aaanddd where do you think you’re going?” He laughs, and you roll your eyes at him. “Does it look like I’m going anywhere?” you say as you start moving your hips again.

“Better lose the attitude baby, it’s gonna get you in trouble if you’re not careful,” he says, his eyes darkening as you wind your arms around his neck. “Will it now? No offense, but I don’t think you’ll be able to do much damage,” you say, although you can feel yourself breaking already as you have less than innocent thoughts running through your mind.

“Is that a challenge I hear?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at your antics. “Does it sound like one?” you snap back, anticipating his next move.

Before you know it, Changbin’s lips are on your neck, his grip tightening on your waist exponentially. “Just remember: you asked for it.” he says against your ear as he pulls you from the living room and down the hallway of the AKD house.

Once Changbin has you in his room, door locked, it’s game on. He immediately pushes you against the bedroom door and begins his attack on your neck once again. You want to keep your composure; make him think that you’re not that easy to break, wanting to make him work for it, but the way he moves his lips up your neck and finally to your lips is already making you want to surrender and let him have his way with you. He bites your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you immediately grant him. Kissing Changbin was different. It was red hot and every movement was making the knot of excitement in your stomach tighten.

His hands slip under your shirt, and the feeling of them on your bare skin has you letting out the tiniest whimper. He pulls away from your lips with a smirk. “There it is..I know you’re starting to break baby, why don’t you just be good for me and do as you’re told, huh?” He teases, lifting your shirt up to touch more of your skin. “Not a chance,” you tell him, although your voice is already sounding breathy. You move to touch him over his jeans, his cock already hard.

Changbin groans quietly and moves to grip your hair. He pulls your head back harshly, and laughs at the expression of pleasure on your face. “All I had to do was use a little force and you’re putty in my hands, baby.. I knew it. You like being bossed around don’t you?” He says, fingers moving under your skirt. “Answer me, slut.” He says, pulling your hair once more for good measure. “Yes sir,” you gasp, feeling every ounce of brat you had in you leaving your body.

 “That’s more like it,” he says, releasing your hair. “On your knees,” he orders, pushing your shoulders downward.

You immediately oblige, looking up at him with wide eyes as you undo his belt and pop the button of his jeans. Pulling his cock out from his underwear, you’re pleased with what you see. Changbin is surprisingly well endowed; long and rather thick, and you can’t help but imagine what he’ll feel like in your mouth.

Grabbing the base of his cock, you give kitten licks to the head, pink and enticing. You hear Changbin groan and you make eye contact with him. “Stop teasing doll, you won’t like the outcome,” he growls, and that’s enough for you to take him as far into your mouth as you can, tip hitting the back of your throat.

 You make sure to run your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein and making sure he feels you on every inch of him. You start off a steady pace, Changbin’s fingers pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You suddenly relax your throat and take all of him, gagging slightly as he slides down your throat. “Jesus Christ,” the man says as he feels your throat around him. “You’re so good at this,” he says breathily and the praise spurs you to continue.

 Before you even get the chance, Changbin is setting the pace, fucking into your throat. Tears stream down your face at the roughness of it all, but the moan you let out around his dick lets Changbin know that you’re doing just fine.

Pulling you off of his cock, he sighs. “As much as I would love to cum down that pretty throat of yours, doll, I have other plans.” He says, picking you up and immediately making his way to his bed, laying you down on the soft pillows rather roughly. He’s over you in an instant, taking your shirt off as well as his own, and letting his eyes roam over your chest and the pretty pink lace that adorns you.

“Hm, pink. It’s cute.” he says quietly and you blush, the compliment soft in contrast to the situation. You take a second to admire him, and it was just what you had imagined. Tan skin, muscles flexing as he’s moving over you. He lets his lips wander your collarbone, taking the skin into his mouth and sucking a dark purple spot that will definitely leave you thinking about him for days to come.

Taking one of your breasts in his hand, he enjoys the feeling of the lace under his hands. You arch your back slightly as he takes the nipple in between his fingers, twisting and pulling until it’s hard. He does the same to the other, and you almost want to start begging. It seems like he can read your mind as he moves you to sit up so he can take your bra off for you. He gets it in one try, and you’re not surprised. Once the piece of fabric is removed he replaces his fingers with his mouth, circling his tongue around your nipple and biting on it teasingly.

His kisses start trailing down your abdomen, sucking random marks into your skin that you know will end up bruising. You buck your hips up instinctively, silently begging for him to just touch you. Placing a hand on your stomach to hold your hips down, Changbin settles in between your legs, leaving kisses on your inner thighs as he pushes your skirt up. 

“Changbin,” you breathe, hoping he’ll just get the hint. “Yes, doll? What is it?” he says, opting to just take your skirt off, revealing the matching panties underneath. You lay there, refusing to beg and trying to hold onto whatever resolve you had left. “I won’t know what you want unless you use your words, baby. Come on,” he says, continuing the kisses on your thighs, fingers playing with the elastic of your underwear. Huffing, you finally give in.

“Please Changbin, I need you” you begin to beg, and he looks up at you. The look on his face set your insides on fire, you don’t even mind the embarrassment you feel in the pit of your stomach as you beg for him. 

 “You need me? Need me where, baby? Here?” he says, his lips moving closer to your core but not where you truly want them. “Need your tongue on my clit. Please,” you ask quietly and he finally pulls your panties down, throwing them somewhere. “I don’t know doll, doesn’t sound like you really want it,” he chuckles, and your cheeks go red as you realize just what he wants to hear.

“Please Changbin, I need your tongue so bad. I promise I will be so good..just..just please,” you basically whine the latter half of the sentence, hoping it’ll get your point across.

 “Now, was that so bad?” He says and finally licks a stripe up your clit, you moan out loud at the sensation, finally getting what you want.

Changbin is relentless, lips and tongue moving in a way that you have never experienced before. Switching from flat licks against your heat to small kitten licks against your clit. You can feel the knot in your core tighten impossibly tight, and you almost can’t take it anymore.

Changbin knows your close, and pulls away from your pussy. His lips are glistening and he looks up at you with a smile when he hears you whine. “Please Changbin don’t st-stop,” you say, feeling sad as your high ebbs away slowly. “Mm I don’t know if you deserve it, you need to be punished for how bratty you were acting earlier..you realize that acting up means punishments, don’t you doll?” He says, fingers tracing patterns into your thighs, moving closer to your core to tease you even further. 

“Yes sir I understand.” You say, just hoping that he’ll eventually give you what you want.

“Good. Now, you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Understood?” He says, moving back to your clit. “I understand sir,” you say, throwing your head back as his tongue finally comes into contact with your core again.

Changbin edges you two, maybe three more times after that. Honestly, you stopped counting, just trying to focus on every ounce of pleasure that he’s giving you. It was truly torture. The only thoughts in your head were him, him, him, and you knew he was set on making sure that wasn’t going to change any time soon. 

At this point he already has two fingers inside of you, and you’re sure you’re going to explode until Changbin slows his ministrations at the last moment, edging you for the fourth time. He trails his fingers to your mouth. “Open,” he says and you immediately comply, cleaning his fingers off and sucking on them once for good measure.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks, taking his jeans and underwear off, leaving the both of you completely naked. You nod your head furiously. “What’s your color doll? I need to make sure you’re okay with this,” he says as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. 

“Green, Sir fuck, just plea-” your sentence is cut off with a moan as Changbin finally pushes himself into you, going slowly to let you adjust. Once he’s bottomed out he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss. Once the slight sting of the stretch has dissipated, the fire igniting in you grows stronger and you move your hips, signaling to him that you’re okay.

Changbin pulls all the way out and slams back in, your eyes rolling into the back of your head almost instantly. The drag of his cock against your walls is enough to have you seeing stars, finally satiating all of your desires. He sets a rough and steady pace, and it’s hard to keep yourself together. The room is filled with a mix of sounds; skin slapping against each other, your breathy whines and a grunt from Changbin every so often.

“Look at you doll, taking me so well. You were really made for my cock weren’t you? All mine to ruin and destroy.” he says in your ear, one hand going around your throat and applying slight pressure. It’s bringing you closer to the edge and Changbin knows it, snaking his free hand down to your body to rub harsh circles on your clit. “Go ahead baby, cum for me, let the whole house know who’s making you feel this good” He says as his pace quickens.

His permission was all you needed, the knot coiling tight and finally breaking. Your vision goes white, and your legs are shaking as your orgasm finally washes over you, stronger than ever due to the four denied orgasms you’ve already had tonight. 

“Oh my god, Changbin,” you repeat over and over, riding out your high as he continues his rough pace. He was getting close too, the feeling of you contracting around his cock bringing him to the edge. He pulls out and flips you around, helping you get to your hands and knees before he inserts himself in you once again, the new position letting him fuck you harder than before.

“I’m almost there baby, you think you can cum for me one more time?” he says with a grunt. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm and you can definitely feel a second one approaching, babbling nonsense as Changbin starts to lose control. His thrusts become more erratic, and his hand is around your throat again, pulling you close to him as he fucks you into the mattress.

Your second orgasm washes over you and the only thing you know how to say is his name. The feeling of your own orgasm finally pushes him over the edge too, groaning as he spills into you and helps you both ride out your highs. Once you’ve calmed down he pulls out of you, and you both fall to the mattress.

Changbin pulls you into his arms, bringing your back against his chest, just how it was when you first met him earlier in the night.

 “That, was…” you say, “Amazing.” Changbin finishes your sentence for you and it makes you giggle. Snuggling into you a little closer, you hear him laugh under his breath.

“I know this is a little backwards, but I was wondering if you’d let me take you to dinner tomorrow,” he says hesitantly.

 You turn around in his hold and place a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I..would love that, Changbin.” you say right before you succumb to the desire to sleep. The last thing you remember is a kiss on your forehead.

Your dreams seem to be filled with him, and when you wake up the next morning, seeing him bathed in the soft morning light, you feel content for the first time in a long time. And you welcome the change.

Maybe Seo Changbin is all that special, and then some.

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[bxngchxn]

[6:42 pm]

You smile softly at the boy you see from across the coffee shop. His eyes match the color of your drink, and you can’t help but wonder if his laugh is comparable to the warmth of it, too. The atmosphere of the coffee shop is a lot like him; quiet, calm, and inviting. You’ve felt drawn to him since the moment you saw him. Absorbed in his notes, tapping a pencil against his perfectly shaped lips as he worked on his homework. Every day, same time, you would always see him there. It became routine, and days without him left you feeling oddly empty, despite the fact that you haven’t even spoken to him.

The stolen glances between the two of you have been going on for weeks, and you always hope that one day, somehow, fate would make one of you bold enough to speak up. 

The day that you caught him staring at you for the first time, shock ran through your system so fervently that the only thing you could think to do was leave. You kicked yourself as soon as you exited the coffee shop, not even saying thank you to the barista. You were too absorbed in the eyes of the aforementioned boy, who had quietly settled beside you waiting for his drink.

The thought of seeing him again after leaving like that was too embarrassing for you to handle. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get anything done if you were on edge, and it resulted in you, skipping your trips to the coffee shop for almost a week. But the longer you stayed away, that feeling of longing and curiosity only grew. You missed him, which sounded ridiculous in your own mind. Sat on your couch, your own mediocre coffee in hand and your imitation coffee shop playlist on in the background, you knew that you were done hiding.

The next afternoon, you head over to the coffee shop like a normal day. The barista greets you with a smile, quietly joking that they hadn’t seen you around while they punched in your usual order. Once it’s your turn to step away from the counter, you make your way to your usual spot beside the window. Excited that your favorite spot in the cafe wasn’t taken (you enjoy people watching when your homework becomes too distracting), you set out your belongings and smile to yourself. You already felt so much better, not being holed up in your apartment. The smell of your drink brought you peace, and the quiet murmur of the people around you paired with the soft music of the cafe was enough to focus you on your work.

About 10 minutes into your study session, you sense someone sit down across from you, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Hi,” the boy said, and you swore you were right, the sound of his voice warming you up better than any cup of coffee could. His brown eyes shimmer in the setting sun light, and your breath is taken away when he continues.

“My name is Changbin.”

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[bxngchxn]

Cupid’s Arrow || A Valentine’s Special

pairing: jisung x female!reader

wc: 2.85k 

genre: cupid!au, fluff, humor

warnings: none!

description: every cupid has one job: shoot the arrow at your assigned human. What happens when someone misses?

a/n: ok so I started writing this at 9pm and it’s currently 12:46 am on valentines day so obvs this won’t be perfect but this was a cute idea so I hope you guys like it! you’re all my valentines you don’t have a choice ok mwah love u 

(ps: pls don't be mad at me for how I ended this lmao if yall like it enough i’ll write a pt 2!)

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the week leading up to Valentine’s Day is the busiest day of the year for angels like Jisung-- assignment after assignment of soulmates coming across his desk as the romantic holiday looms closer. don’t get him wrong, jisung loves his job. He loves getting to watch the moment two people, fated to each other finally meet-- the soft smiles, the faint blushes and shy introductions are something that makes his entire week. this time of year, though, all he really wants is to go home for the night. 

he turns off the multiple screens on his desk, videos of intended lovers fading to black as his day comes to an end. closing the door and making sure to turn the lock, jisung sighs in relief as he makes his way down the hallway to the elevators, a few fellow cupids waiting for him by the door. 

“hey jisung! we’re taking a trip down to earth to walk amongst the humans for awhile. do you wanna tag along?” Minho, the oldest of the bunch asks. next to him, jisung spots hyunjin, changbin and jeongin looking at him expectantly.

jisung met the group of angels five years ago, when he first started his job. inexperienced and ridiculously nervous, he clung to his coworkers throughout all of his training. although a sarcastic and rather rowdy bunch, jisung was quickly accepted for his bright smile and love for..well, love.

he had always found it interesting, the concept of love. it was merely a human emotion, but at the same time something so inhumanly complex. the idea that everyone has a person that they absolutely can’t live without, and some of them don’t even know it yet? crazy to him, but oh so fascinating. 

the early days are always his favorite to watch once he’s successfully struck two people. everything is new and fun, and so unpredictable. there’s the first dates, shy hand holding, stolen glances. you never know when someone is going to finally make the first move, shyly moving closer and closer to their lover to gauge their reaction. jisung had always wondered what love felt like-- the closest he could get was his job as a cupid. he figured that would have to suffice.

when he finally reaches the doors to the elevators, he flashes a smile at the boys in front of him. “last time we went down to earth, hyunjin literally caused a traffic jam because he smiled at a dog. are you guys sure this is a good idea?” he quips, and the boys laugh while hyunjin rolls his (absolutely gorgeous) eyes. 

“first of all that's not true,” he begins, and elbows jeongin in the side when he hears a sound of contradiction leave his mouth “and we aren’t going anywhere crowded, just to a café that I saw the other day when I was working.” he says, and jisung nods his head in contemplation. 

“sure, that sounds like fun. I haven’t had a good cup of coffee in awhile,” he agrees, and with that, the five make their way into the elevator.

stepping out onto the sidewalk, jisung took a moment to feel the sun on his skin. this was one of his favorite parts about earth, so warm and so bright. of course, it’s nothing compared to heaven, but sometimes the change of scenery made it easier for jisung to relax. 

the group is quite chatty as they make their way to the suggested café, commenting on the different humans they pass. everyone is so unique in their own ways, and it fascinates the five angels, who rarely get to walk among them. Lucky for them, they look like any other human being, meaning no one will be able to tell the difference.

the café that hyunjin brought everyone to had a light and airy atmosphere. the walls a bright white, flourishing greenery all around the restaurant complimented the white and yellow tables and matching chairs. It felt like they were in the middle of a field of wild flowers. jisung absolutely adored it, the smells of coffee and pastries filling his nose as they found a nice table next to a window.

looking around, the jisung watched as a girl made her way across the café and sat close to the entrance, with a laptop in front of her and headphones around her neck. She seemed content, sighing to herself with a small smile on her lips as she opened her laptop and took a bite of the muffin sitting in front of her.

“wait wait wait, that’s one of my humans! I’m supposed to shoot her once th- oh my god! there’s the soon-to-be soulmate too! I can’t miss this opportunity!” Minho exclaims quietly while he reaches into the backpack he had brought with him. The other cupids turn to look at him incredulously.

The ‘soon-to-be soulmate’, as Minho put it, seemed rather dull compared to his supposed counterpart. He wasn’t bad looking, but there was something about him that just didn’t seem right to Jisung. this girl seemed to match the vibes of the café-- like a warm summer day, not a cloud in the sky. the kind of day that lasts in your memories for years to come, and this man...he just was not it. Hair disheveled, seemingly in a rush as he was tapping his foot impatiently at the counter. Jisung knew that opposites could attract, but he just didn’t see it in the cards for this one.

“is this why you wanted to come down here?” jeongin asked with wide eyes, knowing that they shouldn’t be meddling unless they’re on the clock. The others turn to Minho who has now gotten two arrows and his bow out from his bag. 

“Uhm….no?” he says sheepishly once he sees the stares that are being thrown at him. He takes one of the arrows and lines it up on his bow, pulling his arm back and aiming at the girl peacefully enjoying her day.

“Minho do you really think this is the best time?” jisung asks apprehensively. almost too focused on getting a good shot, Minho didn’t answer him.

He lets go of the arrow and it zips through the air, hitting the girl in the shoulder as she starts to work on her laptop. Humans can’t physically feel the arrow when they get shot-- that almost defeats the belief in soulmates. She continues on as if nothing happened, and jisung almost rolls his eyes as he watches Minho line up his second shot.

“Look,” Minho begins, “they’re supposed to meet tomorrow anyway! why not speed up the process?” he says as he draws his arm back. 

Out of nowhere, a customer in the store drops a coffee cup. The sound of the glass shattering startles pretty much everyone in the café, including the group of angels. In fact, it startles them enough that the unbelievable happens.

Minho’s arm slips, and the arrow is released...straight into Jisung’s shoulder.

The two look at each other in absolute disbelief, and Jisung wants to strangle the older cupid. A very quiet “oops” leaves Minho’s mouth.  

“Are you kidding me?!?” Jisung says a little too loudly. Everyone is looking at the two of them, including the girl that Minho just struck. 

When the two make eye contact, Jisung feels something...strange. He knows it’s a reaction from the love arrow, but is this what love is supposed to feel like? He feels like he wants to throw up, butterflies flying in his stomach as he notices the faint blush on the cheeks of the girl across the room. That’s when he really sees her for the first time, like, really sees her.

He isn’t sure how he didn't see it before. Her hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, and her eyes that are staring at him in slight confusion still shine brighter than any star he’d ever seen..and he’s seen a lot of stars.

He’s silent for a few moments, and the other boys start looking at each other with concern. “Wait, no, what the hell? Cupid’s can’t get struck! What is going on?” Changbin says as he watches the way the two are staring at each other. 

This isn’t allowed. Cupids don’t have many rules, but one of the biggest rules for any angel is: Do not associate with humans. It’s the reason why they can’t-- or shouldn't, really-- feel love in the first place. Messing with the rules of the universe could have big consequences. It’s never happened before, but there have always been enough myths that get spread around that would deter any angel from even thinking about it. Yet, here jisung is, absolutely head over heels for a human, even if it is all Minho’s fault.

“I don't know, this hasn't happened before. Oh my god, what did I do,” Minho starts spiraling. Its at that moment that the others know they need to get the hell out of there. Scooping up Jisung, who is currently still staring at the girl who has now focused on her work instead, they rush out of the café. Once Jisung is out of eyesight of the girl, he shakes his head in confusion and comes back down to earth (pun intended). 

“Ohhhh no, no no no. This is bad,” Jisung says, running his hands through his hair exasperated. “Minho what the fuck happened?!” he asks. 

Putting his hands up, Minho tries to defend himself. “I don’t know! That person dropped their cup and it threw me off!” he says quickly, and it makes Jisung want to roll his eyes.

“You dumbass, that’s why we shouldn’t even be down here in the first place! If Chan finds out, we’re dead! That’s it! We’re gonna be out of jobs and not able to pay our bills and-- oh my god there she is,” Jisung exclaims once he sees the girl exit the café, looking around confused. Turning around, she spots Jisung and starts to make her way towards him. 

“Oh no, nope. Not now, this is a bad time,” Hyunjin says while they try to drag Jisung away from the girl. He shimmies out of their grip as she approaches him.

“Uh, hi. I think one of you left this in the café?” she says. Looking down, Jisung sees his cellphone in her hand. “I saw it sitting at the table you guys walked away from, I’m glad I was able to find you when I came outsi-- Oh, wow, hi..” she cuts herself off, awestruck when she makes eye contact with Jisung. Hyunjin rolls his eyes as he watches the two of them. Jisung doesn’t know what to say. 

“Oh, yeah this is..mine..thank you,” he says as he holds out his hand. He swears he can feel electricity run through him when her hand makes contact with his. He has never experienced a feeling so strong like this before. He knew that love was dramatic but he didn’t think it was like this.

Reminding himself that this isn’t supposed to be happening, he clears his throat. “Okay well we have to go. Thank you for my phone, goodbye!” he says quickly, leaving the girl and his friends in complete confusion has he turns on his heel and starts to almost sprint in the opposite direction. The boys quickly follow him after offering a small wave to the girl, who returns it as she turns to walk away. 

“Jisung, you cannot possibly see her again” Hyunjin says once they finally catch up to him. And even though Jisung knows that, there’s something that is inevitably pulling him towards her.

When they finally make it back to heaven and Jisung gets home, he pulls his phone out to check his messages. To his shock, he finds a new contact added into his phone, with a photo of a girl who’s eyes remind him of galaxies.

Y/N, aka Café Girl

As you walk down the street, you smile feeling the warm sunshine on your shoulders. It may be the middle of February, but you seemed to be blessed with a particularly warm day. This day had been nothing out of the ordinary, but for some reason you felt lighter, walking with a bounce in your step that you haven’t had in a long time.

Your mind wanders back to the boy you saw at the café not too long ago. His honey coloured hair shined under the artificial lights in the room, and his brown eyes reminding you of the warmest hot chocolate on a cold winter day. He hadn’t left your mind since the two of you made eye contact for the first time.

It’s been awhile since you’ve found someone that caught your interest so quickly. You never believed in love at first sight, but after today you just might be changing your mind. It seemed like fate that he left his cellphone on the table in the café, and it was definitely a risk that you had put your phone number in his contacts. You’ve never done something like that before, but something was telling you that you just needed to take the chance and make the first move. 

Eventually, days and then weeks pass, and you haven’t even received a text message from him. You feel a little disappointed every time you check your phone, hoping that you’ll see his number come up on your screen. You didn’t even know his name, nor when (or if) you’d ever get to see him again. You should’ve been prepared for the sinking feeling in your chest, but you had still been hopeful.

You still frequented the café, mainly because it was a calm and quiet place to work, but also because you were secretly hoping you’d run into him again-- you at least needed to learn his name. That’s all you could think about while you try to focus on your work, but to no avail. You decided to give yourself a break, letting your thoughts swirl with chocolate colored eyes.

 As your eyesight wanders the café, you hear the front door bell ring and you’re forced to meet eyes with the man that has lived in your head rent free for the past two weeks. You almost can’t believe it. He seems like he’s searching for something, or someone.

 As he looks around the room, you get nervous. You wonder if he’ll remember who you are, or maybe he’s already deleted your number and rejected you without even telling you? Maybe he already has a girlfriend? Maybe even a boyfriend? 

The thoughts running through your head completely distract your from the fact that he’s sat down in front of you. “Uhm..excuse me?” He says quietly, and your breath gets caught in your throat when you hear his voice. 

“Oh, i’m sorry, I didn’t scare you did I?” he asks, and you shake your head quickly. “No! No not at all. I, uh..hi,” you say with a light blush on your cheeks, and it makes Jisung’s heart soar to the sky. 

He’s definitely not used to feeling like this. He’s been trying to avoid it for the past few weeks, hoping that if he had ignored it these weird feelings would go away. He searched for hours and hours for a loophole in getting struck with a cupid’s arrow, but even hyunjin couldn’t find anything. 

After nights of tossing and turning while images of you danced through his head, he knew he needed to see you. He got lucky that you were at the café, this was the only place he had ever seen you so he was hoping he’d get to catch you here. 

“You never texted me, you know. Did you delete my number?” you asked him, feigning hurt. You saw his eyes go bigger as he tried to defend himself. “N-no! I definitely did not delete it. I was just so shocked that I didn’t know what to say...how did you even know the phone was mine?” He asked, laughing quietly. Jisung won’t lie, that was a pretty bold move. He was actually impressed once the initial shock had passed.

“Oh, I definitely wasn’t not staring at you across the room or anything and saw you on your phone. Definitely not,” you say with a flirty laugh, and it immediately sparks intrigue in Jisung.

 The line rolled off your lips so easily, and Jisung is convinced that it’s an effect from the arrow. “Oh, were you now? How did I not notice someone as pretty as you looking my way?” He asks, and his eyes go wide when he hears himself speak. 

What was that? All of this is so foreign to him, but when the blush on your cheeks gets a little darker he decides that maybe, just maybe, this will be worth the consequences he might face if Chan ever finds out about this.

“Listen,” he begins cautiously. “I have...a lot of things that I need to tell you. But let me start with this: How about I take you out on a date?”

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for the smut prompts, i thought of 86 + 69 + 68 + 51 + 63 in that order (i know it's A LOT and probably a whole conversation) 🤡

in my opinion minho would be a good fit but since my bias is jisung... a girl can dream, right? 🤡

hope it can give you some inspirations!!

Your wish is my command, dear anon~ (i had to only use three of these, i hope that’s alright!)

86 “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

69 “I’ll take care of you.”

68 “Shh, just look at me, baby.”

characters: jisung x fem!reader

wc: 865 

drifting off into your own thoughts is always dangerous, especially when you’re focused on han jisung himself.

it’s not like it can be helped, though. who could blame you? sitting in front of you was possibly the most handsome man in the office, sleeves of his button up shirt pushed to his elbows, revealing toned forearms and beautifully tanned skin.

jisung started at the company around the same time as you, two new recruits ready to face the corporate world together. while the two of you became decent friends, there wasn’t really the closeness there that everyone thought there would be, mainly because jisung makes you extremely nervous. and definitely not in a bad way.

this meeting is probably the longest thing you’ve ever sat through. just ten more minutes, ten more agonizingly slow minutes, and you’d be able to head home for a date with your favorite vibrator, images of han jisung floating behind your eyes as you’re lost in absolute bliss

too busy drawing on your notes, you failed to notice that jisung was stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye. he had seen you staring, and it was no surprise. you didn’t think so, but he noticed every move you make around the office. coming into work in those nice dresses and skirts, legs on display with heels that made them look even longer.. jisung would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine what they would look like wrapped around his neck.

jisung had decided that today would finally be the day he’d make you his, even if it was for the night. he needed to know what you looked like when you come undone, what kind of sounds you would make as he’s taking you to could nine and giving you everything you could ask for. he just has to wait for this god damn meeting to end

when your boss finally gives the ok for dismissal, you rise from your seat as fast as you can and make your way back to your desk to gather your things. what you don’t see is jisung, calmly waiting by the elevator for you. 

head down, just trying to make it out of the office alive, you run into a broad chest as you try to push the button for the elevator. you look up and jisung is smiling at you, and you can’t help the blush that rises in your cheeks.

“hey, y/n. heading home?” he asks innocently, loving the way that you’re looking up at him through your eyelashes, him being a whole head taller than you. 

“H-hi, jisung. Yeah, i am.” you say as you step into the elevator with him. Jisung pushes the button for the parking garage, and you’re just hoping that you’re not trapped in this small space with him for much longer. you can feel him looking at you, and it makes you squirm where you’re standng.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

you look up at him with wide eyes, unable to believe that he seemed to read your thoughts. the way he was looking at you was..different. his eyes were...darker. still caring, but there was an emotion behind them that you couldn’t quite place. if the blush on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable before, it definitely was now. you weren’t sure how to react. the only thoughts running through your mind at the moment were less than innocent, and you knew there was no way you were going to let jisung know what you were thinking in this moment.

“No. I dont know what you’re talking about,” you try and say confidently, but your voice wavers slightly at the end of your sentence. jisung notices it, too, and the smirk on his face grows even wider. he takes a step closer to you, effectively caging you into the corner of the elevator. 

“Y’know, y/n..” he starts, eyes scanning your body from top to bottom. “I know you’re not as shy as you like to pretend you are..why are you so coy around me, hm?” he asks, and the tone in his voice caught you off guard, but simultaneously sent a shock of arousal to your core. Jisung brings his lips closer to your ear, and the feeling of his breath on your neck makes you stiffen. When you go to open your mouth to respond, he quickly shushes you, and you close your mouth before you could even speak.

 “Shh, just look at me, baby.” he starts, finger coming to your mouth as he looks you in the eyes,  “I’ll take care of you.” and you decide to believe him, holding onto his hand as he leads you out of the elevator and to his car.

opening the door for you to get in, jisung then rounds the car to get into the drivers seat. “i need to know you want this, baby..you gotta tell me before we continue.” he says as he puts the key into the ignition.

you contemplate for a moment, and then decide that this would be much, much better than any plans you would’ve had with yourself for the night. 

“your place or mine?” 

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home run || l. minho

1/?

Characters: Minho (Lee Know) x female reader, baseball!skz

Genre: Fluff, smut (eventually), tiny bit of angst, best friends to lovers, oblivious and idiotic mutual pining

Warnings for this Chapter: None!

Description: College is about finding yourself; early adulthood being one of the most important times of your life. Can you make it through while trying to ignore your unrequited feelings for your best friend? Or will you finally step up to the plate and swing?

Chapter 1 Word Count: 3.5k

    The sound of your annoying 8 am alarm going off brings you abruptly to consciousness. Rolling over to silence your phone, you take a second to lay in your bed and take in your surroundings: The light, shining in your window, making the small flecks of dust that dance in the air visible for just a moment. The sound of cars zooming by outside said window, people heading to work, to school, to see their families. The smell of your neighbors burning toast...again. The atmosphere is calming.     Mornings like these are your favorite. Sure, it’s early, and you have to get up and go to class since midterms are right around the corner and your professors are hell bent on making you suffer, but there’s something about the sleepy feeling in your bones slowly dissipating and the way your back stretches for the first time of the day that instills a sense of calm.     Lowfi beats flow through your apartment as you enter your bathroom, thoughts of the day to come filling your head. It’s Friday, and that means that you have the night off-- the owner of the bookstore you work at acknowledging that “book worms should have some fun too”, and after 12:30, your classes are done for the day. Which is good, because it gives you time to finish any extra homework to get ahead for next week, and that means that you’ll be able to spend your weekend the way you really want to. With your best friend Minho. As you brush your teeth your thoughts are drawn to the boy in question.

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    You met Minho the week of move in, as you were exploring campus trying to find your way to all your classes, the thought of being late on the first day anxiety inducing. Looking at your schedule as you walked through the main campus square you paid absolutely no attention to what was happening. That was, until you hear an “Incoming!” from somewhere behind you.

    Turning around, you barely dodge the baseball flying 30 miles an hour at your head, the ball making a ‘zip’ noise past your ear. Looking around to figure out who threw the ball, you were met with the sight of a boy jogging up to you.

    Taking in his appearance, you notice that he’s definitely taller than you, with light brown hair that was partially hidden by a backwards baseball cap. The white tshirt and adidas sweatpants he was wearing make him look cool and fairly relaxed, regardless of the warm summer breeze that you could feel on your shoulders. “I am so sorry, Chan was supposed to CATCH THAT,” he said as he yelled the last half of the sentence, looking at someone-- presumably the boy named Chan-- behind you. “Are you okay?” the brown eyed boy asks.

    Honestly, you can’t really speak for a moment, opting just to stare at him. He was pretty cute, a boyish smile appearing on his face as he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed that he almost took your head off. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Didn’t hit me!” You say once you remember how to breathe.

    “I’m sorry we got off to a bad start. My name is Lee Minho. What’s your name?” He says as he sticks his hand out expectantly. Taking his hand, you shake it firmly as you smile up at him. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Minho.”

    “Hey it’s not MY fault you were taking forever.. What were you even doing? Too distracted thinking about me to answer the door?” He says with a smug look on his face, making his way to your kitchen.

And there it is

    Minho is a lot of things. Smart, a talented baseball player, mildly annoying, and also one of the biggest flirts you’ve ever met in your entire life. You know it’s just playful, but you have to hide the blush on your cheeks as he smirks at you.

    You cannot deny the fact that your best friend is definitively handsome. His high cheekbones, paired with his chocolate eyes that shine when the light hits them just right and his hair that always seems to fall the right way, even when he’s just woke up, make him a campus heartthrob. Whenever he walks into a room, girls and guys alike can’t help but stare at him. Unfortunately, even you are easily distracted by him. So when he does things like that, you can’t help but feel the butterflies creep into your stomach.

    “Yeah, in your dreams, loser,” you say, rolling your eyes and hoping your face doesn’t betray you. He feigns a look of hurt, and you immediately have your annoying best friend back. Following him into the kitchen, you start your coffee pot and turn around to face him.

    ”What are you doing after classes today? The boys want to go grab dinner after practice, and I want you to come with,” He says, and you let the sentence linger in your mind a little too long. There they were again, those feelings that you try so hard to push away. He wants you there. Wants you to come spend time with him, and the boys of course.

“Of course he wants you there, Y/N,” your brain tells you. “Not only are you his /friend/, but the team are your friends too. They probably asked him to invite you.”

    The idea that your feelings could be reciprocated have never once crossed your mind. There was no way someone like him could fall for someone like you. He’s so outgoing, a leader type, always speaking what’s on his mind and not caring what other people think. He’s so confidently...him. It’s admirable. You’re the exact opposite: Not quiet, but nowhere near Minho’s level of confidence. Always content with being in the background and supporting everyone else. He deserved someone like him— someone who could stand firm by his side if it came down to it.

    You let your thoughts spiral until Minho clears his throat. You realize you were zoning out, and you stand up straight against the kitchen counter, trying to regain a shred of your dignity. “..Are you doing alright this morning? Do you have a fever?” He asks. You mutter an ‘I’m fine’ and he quickly stands up and presses a hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.

    “Wow Y/N you’re actually really warm. You sure you’re doing okay?” He says with genuine concern, and it takes everything in you not to swat his hand away. “Yes, Minho I’m fine, I promise.” You insist, backing away from his hand. He looks at you questioningly, but returns to his seat.

    “You never did answer my question,” He says, and you suddenly remember the reason for that little moment in the first place. “Oh, uh, yeah I’ll be there. I’m not working tonight,” You say, turning around to put some coffee on.

    Grabbing two cups out of your cupboard, (because even if he doesn’t say anything, you know Minho will want some coffee, because he always tries to drink some from your cup) you listen to Minho as he tells you about his plans for the day. Class, homework, more class, and then baseball practice before he’s finally free for the day.

    You’re definitely a recognizable fan at the team’s baseball games, having befriended the rest of them thanks to your friendship with Minho and many, many late night diner trips after a team win. You hadn’t even liked baseball that much before, but once the boys started inviting you to the occasional practice and games on the regular, you became a staple pretty fast. You’re always a little too loud when the boys score, and it reminds you of all the times you’ve embarrassed yourself in those bleachers.

    You nod your head, letting the smell of freshly brewed coffee invade your senses. Your morning finally feels calm again, the aroma of the coffee beans and the soothing timbre of Minho’s voice filling your usual morning silence.

    Minho leaves as you get ready to head to class, and a quick hug before he goes is all it takes for him to occupy your mind for the rest of the morning. 

    Your day drags on rather slowly, mostly because of the feeling that you’re almost done for the week, but not quite yet. The days never move quickly when you have something to look forward to. You draw doodles on the margins of your Math notes, completely lost on the new concept your professor is rambling on about like always. Math has never been your strong suit. You’re a literature major, what’s the point of taking a math class? Plus, the professor was absolutely insufferable. His words always moving too fast, refusing to slow down or reiterate anything for the students that don’t understand it. It all makes your head spin. You were thankful that Seungmin offered to tutor you, knowing that you desperately needed the help.

    Watching the clock, it feels like hours have passed when your professor finally dismisses class, and you are now staring at the beginning of your weekend. Sighing with relief, you head over to the library to get ahead on some homework, wanting to make sure you can actually relax like you’re supposed to.

    Excited to finally have some peace and quiet, you walk into the library and find your favorite spot, but not before Han Jisung, another member of the baseball team, also a friend of yours, (and now seemingly a library volunteer? Since when did he have time for that?) makes his way towards you.

    “Hey Y/N! I thought that was you I saw walking in. You still coming to dinner with us tonight?” He says, and you’re suddenly reminded that you promised Minho you would be there. “Hey Jisung! Yeah I will be, it’s not like I don’t spend my weekends with all of you anyways,” you say with a laugh.

    Jisung smiles as he sits down next to you. “Yeeah,” he draws out “where would you be without all of us? Probably sad and lonely” he jokes.

    “Sure, and probably a lot less stressed out,” you quip back, and he rolls his eyes. “You know all you ever do is work. Home work, school work, /work/ work. When was the last time you were out on a date? Or got laid?” He asks.

    He says it so casually that it actually makes you choke on your lemonade that you just so happened to be sipping on. “Han Jisung! You whisper, even though it comes out more like a yell. “What?! I’m being serious! You need to relax!” He says earnestly. Your cheeks turn red, due to embarrassment and also the coughing fit you just had.

    “You know how busy I am! I can’t be worried about dating for right now, and for the other thing, I can handle my own just fine thank you very much,” You say matter of factly. Jisung’s face scrunches up at the second half of your sentence, and if it weren’t for the library setting, you would’ve laughed out loud.

    “Okay, didn’t need to know that,” he said, shaking his head as if trying to get the image out of his head. “I’m just sayin, maybe love is closer than you think! Just remember to have some fun every once in a while, ok?” You look at Jisung, questions bubbling up in your throat.

    Before you could even get a word in, he stands up. “Alright, sorry! I have to run, got books to put away and people to check out. I’ll see you tonight!” He says before quickly walking away.

“Weird,” you think to yourself, but chalk it up to Jisung just being, well.. Jisung. 

    You spend about 4 hours at the library, delving into your homework and getting far enough ahead that you probably won’t have to work as hard on Monday, either. Satisfied with your stopping point, you pack up your bag and make your way across campus back to your apartment, just enough time to take a shower and get ready to meet the boys at the diner. You received a text from Minho an hour into your study session, confirming that he’d be the one to pick you up. 

    Since there were 9 of you, you split it to 5 in Chan’s car, and 4 in Minho’s car, since the two of them are the oldest. It’s always a toss up who’s going to join you, so when you get in and see Felix and Jeongin, you sigh in a little bit of relief. The two of them were definitely calmer than say, a certain Han Jisung, and you had enough of his antics earlier in the library.

    The drive to the diner is pretty short, and filled with pleasant conversation. The boys were a little tired from practice, but excited for food nonetheless. Entering the diner, you find the other 4 boys were already at the table, saving spots for all of you.

   You file in and prepare to take a seat next to Minho, like usual. “Hey, why do you always get to sit next to Y/N, I wanna sit next to her too!” Jeongin whines as he watches Minho pull your chair out for you. You laugh at the youngest’s antics and look up at him. “It’s okay Innie, you can sit on the other side of me!” You say and pat the seat on your right. Jeongin happily takes a seat next to you, victorious smile and all as you look over the menu.

    Minho watches you dote over the youngest with a soft smile on his face. He’s always thought that the way you take care of him, much like the rest of the boys do, is just too sweet. Jeongin was so quiet and nervous when he first joined the team, and everyone is really thankful that he came out of his shell after a while. Minho thinks that if it wasn’t for you, it would’ve taken Jeongin a lot longer to find his place in the team and on campus.

    Trivial conversation begins: school work, baseball practice, and random campus gossip coming from different spots of the table. Once the food arrives, everyone settles down, focusing on their dinner. The silence is comforting, the normal hum of the restaurant serves as nothing more than background noise as you all finally get a chance to think about things other than school work. Minho, for example, couldn’t keep his thoughts off of you the entire night.

    He wasn’t sure why; there was just something about the way your face lights up under the glow of the restaurant lamps and how your laugh reminds him of nothing but happy summers and makes his stomach tumble. Of course, he won’t admit these things out loud, or even to himself. Not even if it was obvious to everyone else there that his feelings for his best friend may be a little stronger than he wants to let on.

    “Oh! Y/N, a new episode of My Shy Boss is airing on Sunday! Are you going to come over and watch it with me and Jisung?” Felix asks, bringing everyone’s attention to the two of you, as he was the first person to speak after a short silence. “Oh, I actually can’t, I have plans with Seungmin,” you say hesitantly, “sorry Lix.” The boy pouts and mutters an “awe fine,” and rolls his eyes while he takes another bite of his food.

    Minho’s ears perk up. Why would just the two of you be meeting up on the weekend? You normally don’t hang out with Seungmin unless it’s with the whole team; He thinks about it, and he understands the two of you are friends, but Minho knows the two of you aren’t that close.

   You look up when you realize that there’s a few pairs of eyes on you, and you immediately feel something like awkward tension settle in the group. “Yeah, Y/N is finally letting me tutor her in math. It’s about time,” Seungmin says snidely, and if he wasn’t sitting across from you at the table you would’ve smacked his arm. The pink on your cheeks has Minho’s ears turning red slightly. Why couldn’t you have asked him to help you instead? He’s your best friend, not Seungmin. He should be the one helping you with these things. Plus, he’s good at math! That’s why he feels betrayed, almost, right? Right.

    Seungmin looks at Minho and see’s the way the man’s eyes have narrowed at him. Honestly, it makes him want to roll his eyes. It’s pretty obvious, to basically everyone on the team that the two are completely unaware of each other’s feelings.

    Everyone looks between you and Seungmin with a nod of understanding, and Chan starts making jokes with you. “How can you be bad at math? It’s so easy!” He quips, hitting your shoulder from across the table. Pointing your fork at him, you start on the defense. “Hey! I’m a literature major! I don’t need math to write a book. It’s pointless,” you pout, and all of a sudden whatever weird feeling Minho had in the pit of his stomach disappears.

    He feels stupid, realizing that he was jealous over his friend tutoring you in math of all subjects. He knew you had been struggling, having been on the receiving end of many rants regarding your professor. Seungmin is good at math too, and a weird feeling creeps into his stomach as he realizes just how worked up he had gotten over a damn tutoring session.

    Minho was distracted with his thoughts the rest of the night, and you wondered if something was bothering him. His smiles weren’t reaching his eyes in the way they normally do, and he was relatively quiet, too. It’s probably just nerves, you think to yourself. He always gets a little nervous before a game, and this time seems to be no different.

    The ride back to your apartment from the diner is short, but quiet. Minho chose to drop Jeongin and Felix off first, since their apartment was closer to the diner than yours. Once they leave the car, the only sound is the quiet hum of the radio and the cars passing by outside. You look to Minho, and the street lights reflecting off of him cast captivating shadows across his cheekbones. You take a second to admire him, knowing that soon enough he’ll notice you staring. He looks like he’s fighting with his own thoughts. You’re curious, but know not to push because like always, he’ll come to you when he’s ready to talk about whatever is on his mind.

    Minho can feel you staring at him, and it takes everything in him to ignore it. The longer you look at him, the more nervous he gets. Does he have something on his face? Did he leave the diner with food still on his face and no one bothered to give him a warning? He wipes his mouth just to make sure, and when he sees nothing on his hands, the confusion is obvious on his face. You giggle quietly, and for a second Minho is sure his heart skips a beat. He’s thankful the ride back to your apartment is relatively short, because at this point he just wants to get home where he can ponder these feelings in silence. With a small wave as you make your way to the door, you leave him and his thoughts to themselves, and Minho heaves a small sigh as he makes his way back to his own, quiet apartment.

    He falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow, his dreams filled with a warm summer breeze and a familiar giggle.

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a/n: here it is! I really hope you guys like it! make sure to let me know, and let me know if you want to be on the tag list! 

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Home Run; A Sneak Peak

Characters: Minho x female reader, the rest of skz (baseball!skz yes you heard that right)

Genre: Fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst, best friends to lovers, oblivious and idiotic mutual pining

This is a little teaser for the first fic I’m going to post on this account! I hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you’d like to be on the tag list! 💕

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Jisung smiles as he sits down next to you. “Yeeah,” he draws out “where would you be without all of us? Probably sad and lonely” he jokes. “Sure, and probably a lot less stressed out,” you quip back, and he rolls his eyes. “You know all you ever do is work. Home work, school work, /work/ work. When was the last time you were out on a date? Or got laid?” He asks. He says it so casually that it actually makes you choke on your lemonade that you just so happened to be sipping on. “Han Jisung! You whisper, even though it comes out more like a yell. “What?! I’m being serious! You need to relax!” He says earnestly. Your cheeks turn red, due to embarrassment and also the coughing fit you just had.

“You know how busy I am! I can’t be worried about dating for right now, and for the other thing, I can handle my own just fine thank you very much,” You say matter of factly. Jisung’s face scrunches up at the second half of your sentence, and if it weren’t for the library setting, you would’ve laughed out loud. “Okay, didn’t need to know that,” he said, shaking his head as if trying to get the image out of his head. “I’m just sayin, maybe love is closer than you think! Just remember to have some fun every once in a while, ok?”

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Attention all writers!

I just wanted to take a quick survey, cause I’m actually quite curious!!

when you’re planning a fic, how do you plan it out? Do you bullet point? Do you just write a summary and take it from there? Or do you make a detailed outline?

I just wanna see how different everyone’s techniques are! Reblog with your processes or send me an ask!

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𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars's new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

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based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

taglist: @lilixeu @moonlit-lixie @meow-minho @etherealeeknow @iwanttobangchan @bobateastay @kpopssuregi @twnklbb @cuokka @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​

please don’t interact with this post if you are under the age of 18! 

update (122322): want to be more immersed? listen to the songs that i listened to while writing this fic. find the playlist here.

“𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭

“how far would you go to survive?” is a question you’ve struggled to answer in the course of your whole college life. one half of the campus answered this by going to parties and socializing with people they barely knew just to feel like they belonged. the other half would coop up in their bedrooms, studying until their eyes burned just to keep a scholarship. the minority, where you considered yourself to be, would turn to the internet and find someone who was willing to shoulder all of the college expenses for the whole four years. nothing that good to be true came for free, however.

the world of sugaring, as they called it, always came at a price and most of the time, that price is your own body. that was your answer to the aforementioned question and for a while, it kept you alive. it kept you afloat. you could focus on studying without worrying about what you’ll be eating in the morning or when they’ll end up kicking you out of the campus because you couldn’t afford to study in it anymore. it was just supposed to be a job, something that provided stability when everything around you was crumbling.

everything changed when you met minho.

minho was different. he mailed you gifts everyday, may it be jewellery, outfits he thought you’d like, or allowance for the week. if he couldn’t send anything, he’d text you, call you up to ask how you were, or even visit you in campus in his brand new Corvette. for dates, he would bring you to secluded, private places that became an escape from your everyday life. he never was cheap and he wanted to give you the best life could offer, all while paying for your tuition fee. minho gave you the world and you didn’t have to give him anything in return.

minho was just supposed to be a job, someone you’d call if you were alone and broke. but as more and more kisses were shared, more and more nights with him turning into mornings, minho became the man who you enjoyed spending your time with, the man you looked forward to, sexual or not. his gifts became obsolete and you only wanted him. not the cash he sent, the jewellery he bought, but him, and everything that encapsulated him.

and that scared you.

that’s why you stopped calling him, stopped seeing him, and stopped thinking about him. for a while, he would message you, asking if he could see you. he gets no response, however, and he ceased all contact after a few weeks. did it hurt? of course it did, but you made that choice and you’re bound to feel the consequences of that choice.

“hello?” a hand waves in front of your eyes, snapping you out a trance you didn’t even know you were in. the booming music around you slowly faded back in. the bar counter felt cold on your forearm and you suddenly remember where and why you’re outside. you just passed an exam that would dictate whether or not you’re allowed to keep studying in your campus. a celebration was in order, your friends suggested.

you didn’t have anything else to do for the night and what better than to go out and let loose after weeks of being the other half of the campus: hunched over the table, mugs littered around it, and bloodshot eyes just to keep the education minho paid for you months ago. just because you left him in the dark, doesn’t mean you’ll let his money go to waste. the thought makes you scrunch your nose, grabbing your half-filled cup to down its contents.

“sorry,” you call out over to the music, “was thinking about—“

“tonight’s not the time to think, y/n!” one of your friends responds, slinging an arm over your shoulders. the both of you stumble and you smell the alcohol radiating off of her breath. you let out a laugh as your arm snakes around her waist to keep her upright. you reach up to grab her cup away, rolling your eyes playfully when she protests.

“you’ve had too much to drink,” you giggle as you set down her cup on the counter, making sure to slide it away.

“and you,” your friend slurs, moving out of your grip to try and call the bartender, “haven’t had enough!”

before you could stop her, you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. all of your friends were with you, some of them already drunk off of their minds and some losing themselves on the dance floor with men and women they won’t remember in the morning. so, who was ringing you in the middle of a party?

you excuse yourself from your friend and ask the bartender to look after her. you grab your coat on the chair behind you before trying to walk out of the club. you come in contact with a couple of people, muttering soft apologies as you push past them to go to the front door of the club. there was a nagging feeling in your chest that reminded you that you know who’s calling you, but you couldn’t let yourself down like that.

besides, why would minho call you after months of complete radio silence?

stepping out of the club, you take in a deep breath. the night air hits your skin, goosebumps rising up on it as you shrug on your coat. you fish for your phone in your pocket and read the number on the lockscreen. your breath stops.

even if your phone registers it as an unknown number, you knew it all well to have the heart to decline it again. you’ve dialled the same exact number more times than you can count and every time you did, he was always there to answer. it didn’t matter if it was about the money or your longing for him. he always answered, voice soft and comforting, unlike all the others that came before him.

you hand slightly shook at the prospect of hearing him again and letting his voice envelope you in a way that brought you to both heaven and hell. you swallow before pressing ‘accept’ on your phone, heart slightly knocking on your chest as you hear him take a breath.

“you answered,” his voice echoes in your ears. you’ve come to realize that months of forcing yourself to move on from him proved to be useless. you’re still weak for everything that was him, everything lee know and while a part of you struggled to accept that, the other part gladly basked in that revelation, throwing itself in the mercy of the man you were hopelessly in love with.

“yeah,” you breathe shakily, standing up straighter and shoving your hand in your pocket to prevent it from shaking even more. you clear your throat before continuing, “yeah, who’s this?”

a soft chuckle could be heard on the other line. “you know who this is.”

you don’t know if you shiver because of how cold it is outside or if it’s because of his voice, sinking into you though he’s only 7 words in. minho still had you wrapped around his finger and you knew it and he knew it too, judging from the way he hums after a few beats of silence.

“y/n,” he purrs, low and sultry, “the least you could do is acknowledge me, now. you’re on the phone with me.”

you sigh. the walls you’ve built up to protect yourself from minho are crumbling down easily, much to your dismay, and a pang of guilt hits your chest. you close your eyes as you answer.

“okay,” you breathe, “what is it?”

“where are you, doll?” in the background, you hear him pour himself a drink.

“i’m out with friends, minho.”

minho sighs and you hear the glass slightly scrape his kitchen counter. “i’ve always loved how you say my name.”

you shudder at his voice, grip on your phone growing tighter as you hear him take a sip of his drink.

“listen, i don’t know why you left,” minho mumbles once you don’t answer, “but i don’t want to hear it tonight.” he sighs and your heart aches at the thought of him hurting because of the selfish decision you made months ago. you were about to apologize, but he cuts you off.

“i just want to see you tonight, doll. that’s all i ask.”

you move away from the club, finding it harder to focus as his words started to sink in. minho wanted to see you, but why? whatever the reason may be, however, you know you’d say yes to him even if one part of you continues to struggle with the information you’d just received. you bite your lip before responding.

“i don’t need money,” you mumble, voice small and unconvincing.

“i know you don’t,” minho answers, “but this isn’t about money.”

you blink, heart now pounding in your chest as a million of scenarios ran through your head. “but—“

“i miss you, doll. that’s all it is,” minho hums, taking a sip of his drink again before continuing, “but if you don’t want to see me, just tell me.”

you gulp, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you shakily take in a breath. of course you wanted to, god knows how much. it’s not about sex anymore with minho and being handed the opportunity to be in the presence of the man you loved? you weren’t that strong to deny him, to deny your longing for the man who plagued your every waking moment, no matter how hard you tried to push him away.

“i’ll think about it,” you clear your throat after, starting to walk back to the club before your friends wondered where you were, “just leave the door open.”

you’re met with silence on the other line. he nervously chuckles after a short while as you near the club again.

“perfect. i’ll see you then. i trust you still know your way around?”

you hum in acknowledgement, uttering a soft goodbye as you hang up.

what have you gotten yourself into this time?

when you step in the club once more, you spot your friends at the bar. you realize that the celebration for you has ended hours ago. your friends wouldn’t even remember this in the morning, so why bother staying here when someone else was already waiting for you? you huff, pushing past the sea people, no longer feeling sorry.

“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” - 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 .𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐤

the ride to minho’s mansion felt like the first time again. you were shifting in your seat, hands sweaty. you couldn’t even rest your back on the seat, too nervous to let your guard down. it got to the point that the driver asked if you were okay. you responded with a soft and shaky yes.

seeing the mansion fully lit only worsened your anxiety, but also your excitement. no matter how nervous you were to see minho again, you knew, deep in your subconscious, that your eyes longed to be blessed with the sight of the man who treated you like a queen.

as the cab stops in front of the mansion gate, you reach out for your bag to grab your purse. in the process, a mess of questions fill your mind.

was he angry at you? resented you for leaving without notice? was this a one time thing and was it wrong for you to be even thinking that there would be a next time? will he kick you out as soon as you both finished? did he call you here for that? is his bed still as comfor—

“um,” the driver coughs, looking at you through the rear view mirror, “miss?” you blink as you focus on him. you look down and you see your hand slightly shaking as you hold the paper bills in hand.

“how much is it again? sorry,” you mumble. the driver taps on the meter before meeting your eyes on the rearview mirror. you sigh as you give him the payment, muttering a soft thanks as you open the door to step out. you feel the cold air wrap around your body as the cab drives away. you gaze upon the mansion. it really was tempting to step inside and feel the warmth of minho’s home and of course, minho himself. 

you swallow as you start walking to the small guard post to the side of the mansion’s gate. silence enveloped the area, the click of your heels echoing as you continued to walk. around you, you hear the subtle rustling of the trees in the property and the chirping of the crickets.

you remember asking minho about his decision to live in such a secluded area, with no neighbors in sight. he chuckles at the question and the sound floods your memory like a wave crashing upon a shore. he merely answers the question with a shrug before wrapping his arm around you in bed.

“i like being alone,” you remember him stating after a few more dates.

“you like being alone, but you’re always with me,” you answer, a mischievous glint in your eye. his eyes crinkle at your response.

your reminiscing is cut short when the young guard, who you’ve come to know as jeongin, fills your sight. he gasps when he sees you, standing up from his seat. you give him a small, sheepish wave and he comes up to the glass to accommodate you.

“y/n!” jeongin greets, a wide smile on his lips. you blush, realizing that the two of you have not seen each other for months as well. ghosting lee know meant leaving behind the friends you’ve made along the way, just like jeongin, minho’s young security guard who always works the night shift.

your eyes travel to his small desk in the booth, seeing the books scattered on it. he was a college student, just like you, working to make ends meet. when asked why he took the job at minho’s mansion, he always replied that the pay was good enough. but between you and him? he preferred just sitting around in the booth than work retail. you sympathized with him, you really did.

“hello to you too, jeongin,” you respond, tugging on your coat.

“it’s been so long! where have you been?” jeongin asks, still beaming. you’d giggle at his demeanor if you weren’t this nervous

“school. all that jazz,” you shrug. you look through the gaps of the mansion gate, humming to yourself when you see no one in the premises. jeongin follows your gaze and he nods.

“ah right, mr. lee sent everyone home early because he said he had errands to run tonight. not sure what,” bless his innocent heart, you think to yourself. his words hit you, though, wondering if your decision to come over has affected minho’s decision to send everyone home. 

silence fills the air once more and you can tell he has more questions to ask. maybe tomorrow’s a better time.

“can you, um,” you motion to the switchboard behind him, “open the gate?” jeongin’s mouth forms a quick o before turning around to press a button. you give him a smile when the gate slowly opens.

“i hope you enioy tonight’s date with mr. lee,” jeongin adds and you nod, shoving your hands inside your coat pockets. 

“it was nice seeing you again, jeongin,” you grin. he gives you a quick wave and a wide smile before you start walking to the direction of the front door of the mansion.

minho’s mansion had a huge driveway and a fountain serving as a center piece of the whole property. to the side, there was a small garden that minho himself took care of. a small safe haven for him, he called it. you look around the front of the mansion, stopping in your tracks as you near the front door. if minho’s safe haven was the small garden he had, then yours was the complete opposite. the mansion where he resided was your safe haven, even if it was large enough to get lost in.

you wet your bottom lip as you step toward the door, sighing softly as your hands wrap around the door knob. you give it a cautious twist, gasping when it fully turns.

he really left the door open.

“𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲.” - 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫

the inside of the mansion is as elegant and refined as its outside. when you first enter, you’re greeted by a grand staircase leading up to the second floor of the mansion. at the top of the stairs are pictures of minho and his family and some of minho with his three cats, soonie, doongie, and dori. you giggle to yourself when you hear one of the cats’ meow echoing in the empty house as you walk in.

to your left is minho’s kitchen and just like everything else in the home, it was huge. the kitchen housed expensive equipment that minho and his private chef use on a daily basis. to say that the food that comes out of the kitchen is sublime is an understatement.

you walk toward the arch leading to the kitchen, putting a hand on the wall beside it to quietly peek in. you look around, only to have your eyes meet the man you were anxious to see again. your blood runs cold and your breath hitches for the first time that night.

minho’s sitting on one of the bar stools at his circular kitchen island, wine glass in hand. on the island, you notice a half-empty bottle of wine. his eyes bore into yours as he takes a sip of his drink and the air around the both of you grows thick. you find yourself internally gasping for air as you struggle to grasp that he was here, in front of you. 

minho beckons you to come inside the kitchen with a curl of his index finger as he sets down his glass on the island.

two sides of you debate whether to come in or back off in fear and embarrassment. you didn’t deserve to be here, yet you wanted nothing more but to run to his arms. a third side that you didn’t know existed seems to make the decision for you as your body leads you into the room, hands gripping your purse a little tighter as you straighten your posture and smile. 

no matter how nervous you were, you still had to put up the sugar baby act that came with the job you decided to take.

minho puts his forearm on top of the island as he leans back on the bar stool. he puts his other elbow on the small arm rest of the bar stool, as he rests his cheek on his knuckles. you watch as his eyes take in the entirety of you. warmth rises to your cheeks as you take another step forward.

“the door was unlocked,” you explain, looking back at the front door sheepishly. you turn to look back and you notice that minho’s eyebrow is raised in an amused manner and the corner of his lips is slightly quirked up.

“i know,” minho replies, tone teasing, before motioning for you to come sit on the bar stool beside him. you hesitate, for a moment, biting your lip as you watch him stand up to get another glass for you. your eyes follow him as he returns to the island to pour you your own glass of wine. he raises his head to meet your eyes.

“the seat’s not taken, so don’t worry,” minho jokes as he sits down on his own bar stool, eyes expectantly looking at you to know what your next move will be. you nod before walking over to the chair and cautiously sitting in it.

“you look great,” minho mumbles, reaching out to grab his own glass. the heat on your cheeks grow hotter as your fingers wrapped around your glass. you take a sip of the wine he’s prepared for you, letting out a hum after.

“as always,” you hum softly. maybe the wine can help you loosen up, get rid of that nervousness.

“as always,” minho repeats, scoffing playfully at your words as he finishes his glass of wine.

a tense silence surrounds the room and you wonder, after all this time, if maybe you’re in too deep by deciding to accept his invitation tonight. there are words you and him have yet to say to each other and it hangs on the air above the two of you as you both sit next to each other. your gaze lands on minho’s hand on the kitchen island and you fight the urge to reach out and hold him again. he clears his throat after a while, straightening his posture on the bar stool.

“have you been alright?” minho asks, turning his body to look at you, “i haven’t heard from you in so long. i, um, i just wanted to know.”

“you invited me here to ask that?” you tease, eyes not meeting his as you take another sip of wine. in the corner of your eye, you see minho’s eyes widen.

“no, no, i—“

“relax,” you giggle, waving your hand to dismiss your question before, “i’m kidding.” you turn your body to face him and he flashes you a smile that makes your act falter, your smile slightly falling. he tilts his head as he rests his elbow on the counter, raising an eyebrow. 

if minho was still hurting because of your decision, he did a damn good job pretending that nothing happened.

“you haven’t been checking my social media?” you hum nonchalantly, mimicking his position. minho lets out a soft exhale through his nose, gaze moving down from your head to your lips. it was only brief, however, but you blush at the subtle action, body heating up, much to your dismay.

“why would i?” minho asks, eyes full of mischief, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip and you find yourself following it with your eyes.

“i don’t know, maybe you wanted to keep tabs on me,” you shrug. you grab your glass to take another sip, setting it beside you.

“if i wanted to keep tabs on you, i would just go to your campus,” minho chuckles. like when you reminisced earlier, the sound of his chuckle fills every fiber in you and you find yourself longing to hear it once more.

“fair,” you giggle, “but enough about me. how about you, how have you been?”

“you haven’t been checking my social media?” minho asks. you gasp, your words now being used against you. you lean over to give him a smack on his shoulder and he recoils, face lighting up at the change in mood. the tension earlier now non-existent, he laughs and you swear that it’s one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard.

“why would i?” you sigh dramatically and he chuckles again, scooting his bar stool over to you.

you almost freeze in your own seat. 

the two of you were now closer than before to the point that you feel the heat radiating from his fingers just inches from yours. your fingers twitch slightly and you immediately make a fist to prevent yourself from reaching out and taking his hand in yours. even if it felt like simpler times, you know that there is still unresolved tension between the two of you.

you and him can’t avoid it forever.

minho feels it too because his fingers inch away from yours in an effort to make the sudden closeness less awkward than it already was.

he doesn’t move away, though.

instead, what minho decides to do is go with the flow, the flow he’d purposefully disrupted by moving into your space. and the tease he was, he grins at you when he lifts his eyes to meet yours.

“are you seeing anyone?”

the question makes you roll your eyes playfully, slightly moving back from him to stare at him incredulously. “do you think i’d have time to go on dates when i have college on my shoulders?”

minho shrugs, eyes scanning your face. his eyes end up on your lips again and you swallow as you tilt your head, waiting for an answer.

“yet you’re with me,” he states, low and sultry, eyes not leaving your lips.

you realize at that moment, that you weren’t here in your own accord. you didn’t come here because you decided to. minho made the conscious effort to look for your number, dial you up, and gather the courage to speak to the woman who left him behind. there was nothing to be nervous about in terms of him not wanting you anymore. 

you were here because he wanted you here, needed you here. 

that revelation stirs up something in your chest (and in between your thighs) and you return to your previous position, hands painfully near his own.

“i guess you’re different,” you mumble, slightly scooting in closer. your heart and your body were going crazy, heat enveloping you. the two of you were close enough to feel each other’s breath and you almost press your lips on his to quench the thirst you had to feel his lips on yours again. but he merely gives your lips one last glance before moving away, a smirk on his lips.

minho knows he’s got you where he wanted you, but you couldn’t care less.

“i got parts of the house renovated,” minho starts, leaning back again on the bar stool. you almost huff in frustration, the intimate moment not lasting as long as you wanted it to be.

“yeah?”

“yeah, i got the living room remodelled a few months back,” minho pauses, grabbing the almost empty wine bottle to pour himself another glass, “figured you’d find it more comfortable.”

you frown, the air switching from teasing to depressing in a second. you immediately remember the conversation that brought the issue up in the first place.

you and him were in bed, holding each other as you both came down from your highs. you raise your head from his chest before pressing a kiss on his jaw. both sweaty, your bodies clung together, but you felt light in your skin. your fingers trace small patterns on his chest as you open your mouth to voice out a thought.

“have you ever thought of removing those old bookshelves in the living room?” you ask randomly. he scoffs softly, chuckling after.

“why? they look good down there. makes you think the ceiling’s high.”

it was your turn to scoff, pulling away from him to prop yourself up on your elbow. “are you kidding? they make the living room stuffy as fuck.”

“no, they don’t. you’re just jealous i have a lot of books.”

“please, i read enough books already,” you laugh.

that was supposed to be the end of the conversation as he wraps his arms around you again, mumbling about going to sleep.

“oh, and replace those couches. my ass hurts sitting on them.” his eyes fly open at your words.

“oh, is that so? i’ll show you real pain—“ you laugh loudly when he tackles you to the bed and pins your arms down.

those times were simpler, easier, and freer. you feel the familiar pang in your chest, slightly moving back as the air becomes heavier again. there are a million words running through your head as you watch him down the wine and set his glass on the island. your eyes lock and there’s sadness and longing in his, yet he grins, tilting his head to play it off, whatever it was he was carrying.

“minh—“

“i also got the rooms upstairs renovated,” he continues simply, sliding his glass and the bottle of wine away, “they were too old-looking, not my style. not my taste, you know?”

you blink at the abrupt change in his tone, closing your mouth to let the words sink into you. he exhales softly and you realize he’s not in the mood to acknowledge the elephant in the room, the one that’s been hanging around you ever since you entered the kitchen. if he had words for you, he wasn’t ready to tell you yet. you weren’t about to ruin the night with apologies for something he hasn’t mentioned explicitly.

so, you clear your throat, put on your best smile, and lock eyes with him.

“that’s why you have a marble fountain outside,” you tease. it becomes easier to breathe when you see him crack a small grin and shake his head.

“that’s different,” he points to you playfully, giggling, “that’s different.”

“how is that different?” you laugh, “it doesn’t look moder—“

“i’m going to forget we had this conversation, for your sake.”

the silence that befalls between the two of you is much different than the ones that came before it. it was amazing how the both of you managed to pick up where you left off, despite the lingering tension. some things are just better off unsaid, however, and would you be willing to dampen the mood again by saying, ‘hey, sorry i left you. hope you forgive me’?  

no.

no, you weren’t.

after the silence settled, minho looks up, humming to himself softly.

“i also got the master bedroom renovated.”

“yeah?” you manage to squeak out, throat tightening from all the things you struggled to say, “what’s new? not too old-looking now?” you try to laugh.

minho lets his eyes drift down to yours, a soft smile on his lips.

“i can show you, if you’d like.”

𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭’𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. - 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝

the walk to minho’s newly renovated bedroom was wrapped in silence, the silence that came in between two lovers who continue to struggle with the words yet to be spoken. minho walked ahead of you, occasionally looking behind to see if you were still behind him, as if afraid that you won’t be there anymore the next time he turns back. every turn, you give him a soft smile. if it weren’t for the bright lights adorning the walls, you wouldn’t have caught the way the tips of his ears turned bright red the first time he saw you smile at him.

minho quietly stops in front of his bedroom door, turning to look at you as his hand lingers on the doorknob. the blush on the tips of his ears have travelled down to his cheeks and even though it’s faint, you couldn’t help but marvel at the man in front of you. 

a confident man in the morning and around his colleagues, but whenever he was with you, he let his guard down and let himself be human. your eyes lock and he gives you a smile and he motions to the bedroom with a tilt of his head.

“the room’s more different than you remember,” minho hums.

“is it going to be that different that you had to stop and tell me?” you cross your arms in front of your chest, lips quirking up into a teasing smile.

minho shakes his head, a beautiful grin taking over his lips. “i just don’t want you to be overwhelmed. the previous bedroom was—“

“just show it to me,” you huff playfully.

minho hesitate for a moment before opening the bedroom door. you expected to see the dark wallpaper that was on his walls, old and dark wooden floors, the dirty fireplace at the front of his bed, the painting on top of said fireplace, and the lamp with a lace lampshade. all of these things, though heartwarming because they were minho’s, you hated. it always felt like you were in your parents’ house, just bigger, tackier, and more expensive.

instead of finding all these things, you find a completely new room, a room that was centuries ahead of the hallway outside it. when minho said he had his bedroom renovated, you never thought of how much.

the bedroom is a tad bit smaller now, you realize, as you step inside for the first time. the wall in front of his bed was moved in to make room for a small balcony. the fireplace was now gone and was replaced by complete glass walls that provided a beautiful view into the city below. the wooden floors were replaced by marble and it reflected the city lights outside, illuminating minho’s room. it made you wonder what the use of the small modern chandelier was, hanging in the middle of minho’s bedroom. you gape at the view outside, opting to stand under said useless chandelier.

minho lets you take in your surroundings before coming in himself, closing the door behind him softly as to not ruin the quiet moment. he stands next to you, hands shoved inside his pockets.

“i told you it’s different.”

“no shit, it’s different,” you mumble. beside you, he snickers.

when the shock wears off, you tear your gaze away to look around the room. the walls that weren’t glass were now painted white, making the room even more open than it needs to be, but it was a welcome change as it made the room feel more spacious. minho’s bed was also new with beige sheets over it. the bedside table was a darker shade of wood with a small lamp on top. when your eyes land on the door to minho’s walk in closet, you look over to its side, the position of the aforementioned lamp. you find a full body mirror in its place. minho hums when he catches you looking.

“i had to throw that lamp away anyway,” he jokes.

you snicker as you make your way to the mirror. “thank god,” you reply.

you look at your reflection, tilting your head as your eyes travel down your body. in the mirror, you see minho come up from behind and he admires you in this way. he walks over after a short while, moving in closer to your back. he puts his hands on your shoulders, looking back up at you in the mirror. your eyes lock and you already know what he wants, so you nod. he exhales through his nose as he slowly pushes down your coat sleeves.

“i noticed that jeongin’s the only employee here tonight,” you mumble, watching his every move through the mirror. he hums in acknowledgement. his eyes never leave your back as he continues to remove your coat.

“i sent them home early,” he whispers. you help him remove the coat and he lets it drop to your feet.

“jeongin mentioned that too,” you breathe, “any reason why?”

minho takes a step forward and you feel your body heat up. for the first time in months, you feel minho’s fingertips brush on your skin again. you swallow when your eyes meet in the mirror.

“i have errands tonight,” minho leans down to press soft kisses on your shoulder and you shiver, fighting the urge to moan at such a subtle action. you couldn’t believe that his effect on you is still as strong as it was the moment he first laid his lips on your skin.

“such as?” you shakily ask. your eyes follow his hand as he reaches up to one your dress straps. you’ve never been more thankful that you decided to wear a dress tonight. he slowly slides one strap down to your arm, lips still leaving soft and lazy kisses on your shoulders.

“you,” minho whispers against your skin.

your knees slightly buckle at his words and you feel him put a hand on your waist to keep you still. you see his eyes gaze up at you in the mirror. he smirks.

without another word, minho removes his hand from your waist to reach up to your other dress strap, sliding that down too. he removes his lips on your skin as he admires you through your reflection in the mirror. his eyes travel down to your chest slowly being exposed as the dress moves down. he tugs on one side teasingly and the wetness in between your thighs makes its presence known when you feel it pooling in your panties.

“i missed you, y/n,” minho pecks the back of your ear gently, “every part of you.”

you watch as your dress falls to the floor, leaving you in your underwear. 

your breath hitches for the second time tonight when he places both of his hands on your waist. the heat from his hands contrasts the cold air in the room and it was a good kind of contrast, goosebumps rising on your skin again. 

you feel him chuckle on your skin, the sound creating waves throughout your body. you close your eyes as he continues to kiss your shoulders, now going out of his way to kiss your neck too. you sigh.

“you haven’t changed at all,” you mutter, slightly opening your eyes to look at him through the mirror again. he raises an eyebrow.

“what is that supposed to mean?” minho pulls away from your skin, a curious glint in his eyes. one of his hands make its way to your back, teasingly grabbing the clasp.

“you’re still so fucking slow.”

minho chuckles as he unclasps your bra. you gasp when you feel the air hit your unclothed breasts, but you help him remove the bra. he tosses it in front of the mirror and you hear him groan against your shoulder, biting down on it slightly.

“you’re so beautiful.”

you roll your eyes playfully, but the act falls apart quickly when he kneads your tits slowly. his hands on your tits is not a new feeling, but it definitely feels like it when he rolls your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. you throw your head back against his chest as you shakily exhale. your wetness begins to drip, the foreplay already working its wonders on you.

“look at yourself in the mirror, love,” minho requests and you shake your head, now becoming impatient.

“god, minho,” you breathe out, raising your head to look at his reflection in the mirror with your forehead scrunched. he merely smiles.

“i like to take my time, sweetheart, you know that.”

you whine when his other fingers ghost over your other nipple. “you haven’t fucked me in months, yet you’re—“

the pleasure on your nipples disappear and you gasp when he pulls away from your back to put his hands on your waist again before turning you around to face him. your mouth slightly dries up at the sight of the lust present in his eyes. minho wets his lips again and for the second time tonight, you watch his tongue swipe over his lips. despite the soft grip on your waist, the lust in his eyes grow darker when your eyes lock again.

“you seem to have forgotten, baby,” minho starts, hand coming up to put a loose hair strand behind your ear, “who’s in charge here.”

you gulp, knees growing weak.

“you leave and you forget all about me? is that how it is?”

you frown slightly, stepping forward in an effort to close the remaining space in between the both of you, but minho keeps his hand on your waist to keep you from moving at all. there are a million words in your head, aching to be uttered out loud, aching to be screamed for the world to hear.

“minho, i—”

minho merely shakes his head when you utter his name, preventing you from saying anything more. the thoughts in your head cease to exist when minho gently wraps his free hand around your neck. you inhale as he tightens his grip.

“be my good girl and keep your pretty little mouth shut, yeah? let me do what i do best.” you nod as much as you can and he smiles.

“you haven’t changed at all,” he teases, removing his hand around your neck. “always been so obedient for me.”

“only for you,” you breathe. you start pushing minho back to his bed and he nearly stumbles over on the way. you can tell that he was as nervous as you were, hell, maybe even more, but he’s a much better pretender than you could ever hope to be. 

when the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed and he lets himself fall back, he looks up at you, eyes hooded, the tent in his pants now painfully obvious.

“relax,” you hear him breathe, “it’s just me, baby.”

his words ignite the fire you’ve kept suppressed all these months, the fire of your carnal desire for everything that was lee know, and you find yourself straddling him just seconds after the words leave his mouth. his cock was hard and thick, pressed up on your wet, but clothed core. 

your mouth dries up when you feel him twitch in his pants. minho raises himself up to meet you halfway, chests now pressed up against each other and his hands resuming their position on your waist once more.

“there’s my girl,” he whispers, lips immediately latching onto your neck when you tilt your head back. you gasp when you feel the sparks from his fingertips and the wetness from his lips leaving a trail from your neck to your bare chest. he grunts when you grind down onto him, pulling away from your skin to get a good look at you.

“you’re so fucking wet already,” minho moans out softly, “i can feel you through my pants, babe, fuck.” before you could respond, you feel his hands leave your waist to cup your tits, his lips moving to your nipples to do their wonders. you start grinding on his cock when you feel his tongue swirling your nipple around, while the other was being pleasured by his fingers.

when minho rolls your nipple in his mouth just the way you liked, you moan out his name for the first time that night. minho pulls away from your tits, hands travelling down to the curve of your ass. he lies his back down on the pillows, before demanding.

“grind on my cock, baby. show me how much you want it.”

and that you do, planting your hands on his shoulders as the movement of your hips start to increase in speed. you throw your head back, closing your eyes as you feel him remove his hand on your ass to put on your tits, kneading it softly as you continue to grind on his hard cock.

“god, baby,” minho groans, “you look so good on top of me.”

you whine in response, movement increasing and rhythm faltering as you try to chase your first high tonight, embarrassingly enough.

“fuck,” minho chuckles smugly, “are you close already?” 

minho sits up half-way, taking your nipple in between his lips once more. this time, you cry out his name, the coil in your stomach threatening to unravel in record time. not even 10 minutes in, minho has already gotten you on your knees, body begging to feel some sort of release as you continue to move against his member.

when your movements start to become erratic, minho knows your seconds away from cumming all over your panties. so, he tightens his grip on your ass, successfully halting your movements. you whine and hang your head down, the grip on his shoulders loosening. you look back down at him, pupils fully dilated, like someone who’s just taken a hit of a vice they’d swore they’d never do again. he smirks.

“if you’re cumming, you’re cumming on my cock.”

“i was about to do just that, but you stopped me,” you huff. minho playfully rolls his eyes before rolling the both of you over, him now on top. you thank past minho in your head for the decision to replace the walls with glass walls because minho looked so good on top of you, the lights of the city behind him.

“okay, smart ass,” he laughs softly and you could only find yourself rolling your eyes in impatience. you tug on his now disheveled suit.

“take this off,” you whine. minho chuckles, leaning back up to chuck off his suit jacket. once you hear the jacket land, you reach up to grab his tie to pull him down to your level again. his lips graze yours. you were about to press your lips on his, but for the second time tonight, he denies you of that feeling, pushing himself up from you.

“since when did you start calling the shots here, doll?”

you groan, hands falling down onto the bed. “fuck you, minho,” you sigh exasperatedly. you tilt your head to the side, catching the reflection of minho on top of you. you didn’t get to admire it for long as minho grabs your chin, forcefully turning your head back to his direction. his eyes were still full of love, full of lust, but behind them were traces of the dominance you have only found yourself dreaming of.

“isn’t that the point, sweetheart?”

your feel your cheeks start to burn when minho removes his hand from your chin, leaning back up to start removing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt. he tosses it somewhere in the bedroom and you were too pre-occupied to wonder where they landed. 

the view outside of minho’s bedroom was beautiful, no doubt, but nothing could have ever prepared you for the view that was in front of you. minho was beautiful personified, that much you knew. 

leaning back down to hover over you, he teasingly grazes his lips on yours and you mewl softly. minho hums when he feels you buck your hips up to his. he puts a hand on your hip, pinning it down on his soft bed. you try to run after his lips, skin burning up at the thought of having it on yours again, but being himself, he denies you of this pleasure once more. instead, he starts trailing his lips down your body, stopping on your chest to suck on the skin around your nipples.

your hand finds its way to the back of his head, gripping his hair as he sucks marks on your skin. it was different when another man was sucking hickeys on places others could see. as if making it known that you were taken, that they owned you. 

you’ve forgotten what it felt like, being marked, by someone you longed to be with, on places others could only wish to see. it was intimate, it was personal, something only the both of you knew. for you, that was when you were truly and irrevocably someone’s, minho’s.

minho pulls away from your skin with a soft pop, kissing the marks he littered on your chest before making his way down again. from your stomach, he gazes up to you and smiles lazily. the sight makes you shiver, even if your whole body was burning up. your breath hitches when he settles in between your thighs. your hear him inhale.

“you smell so good,” he groans. you whimper, opening your legs up. if he wouldn’t kiss you on your lips, maybe he’d be more willing to kiss you where you ached for him. he takes this invitation, kissing your clit through your soaked panties. he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties, warm breath hovering on your pussy. he starts pulling the fabric down, but not before he says:

“tell me why you left.”

your head shoots up from the bed, hands gripping the sheets. your heart starts to race, but minho calmly looks up at you from where he was, your panties still hooked on his fingers. he raises an eyebrow. 

it’s the slight darkness in the room that prevents you from truly seeing his eyes, the part that really conveyed his emotions. maybe it was intentional that it was like this. you open your mouth, but only a mess of words come out. he presses a soft kiss on your thigh and you huff, palms starting to sweat.

“i deserve to know.”

and he did, he really did, but were you ready to open your heart up to him? tell him the real reason why or lie to him? he pulls your panties all the way down, groaning at the sight of your glistening heat and you wonder how he can continue on, unaffected by the words he just uttered.

you feel his hand come up to your chest, pushing you down on the bed gently. when he focuses on your pussy again, he looks up and you get chills by the intensity, by the way his eyes longed for an answer to a question you assume he’s been harboring.

“tell me why you left.” he repeats, more demanding than the first time.

“i—i didn’t leave because i wanted to, minho, i—“ you hear a soft growl from below you before you feel his lips on your clit, kissing and taking you in between his lips. you moan, gripping the sheets beside you. his eyes are on you and you know that he’s waiting for you to continue.

but how could you when he’s licking a strip from your opening to your clit? your back arches, a hand flying to grip his hair instead. you feel minho groan on your clit, the movement of his lips and tongue giving you a taste of what you’ve been missing.

“i—“ you try to speak, raising yourself up with your elbows. the sight below you was truly something to marvel at. minho’s lips were coated with your juices, dripping down his chin, tongue doing wonders on your clit, and his eyes, completely dark with lust. he smirks against your pussy when he sees you watching from above. he pulls away and you whine when you see a string of your juices attached to his wet, lower lip.

you wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips dry.

“are you really not going to answer me?” he questions. you bite your lip as you shake your head. minho hums and you feel his disappointment. nevertheless, he inches his fingers to your opening. your eyes don’t leave him as he coats his fingers with his spit, sucking two fingers before looking back up at you.

“you’re wet enough,” he says nonchalantly, smirking as slowly pushes in two fingers inside of you. you mewl his name. the feeling of his fingers being inside you again takes you to places you never thought possible, back falling down on the bed. your walls adjust to fully accommodate his fingers and you hear him curse when your walls begin to pulse around them.

“now i know you really aren’t seeing anyone,” he mumbles, “because if you were, you wouldn’t be this fucking tight.”

you moan at his words, core slightly clenching as he starts moving his fingers. your hands grip onto his hair again when he starts licking your clit at the same speed of his fingers moving and curling inside of you. when he’s not licking you, he’s sucking on your clit and you wonder how he still remembers you like you’ve only done this last night.

your legs start to quiver and your walls tighten around his fingers. the knot in your stomach threatens to unravel at the mercy of the man who’s not showing you any. he feels it too and he groans against your clit. the vibrations almost throw you over the edge, back arching from the bed. 

he pulls his fingers out of you when you brokenly moan his name, his lips departing from your clit. your back hits the bed with a huff, already completely and utterly wrecked by none other than lee know.

minho comes back up to hover his lips on yours again and you whimper when you smell yourself on him. minho chuckles when you lean into his lips, moving away to look down at you.

“you wanted to cum,” he states, voice laced with the lust that threatened to eat him whole.

“of course, i did,” you breathe.

“you’re only cumming on my cock,” minho leans back in to whisper, “and only on my cock. be patient, doll.”

you whine when he pulls away, arms reaching out to try and pull him back, but you realize that he’s teasing you like this because you didn’t deserve his lips on yours and you didn’t deserve to cum, not yet at least. you couldn’t even give the man the satisfaction of knowing why you decided to up and leave.

you put a hand on his bare shoulder, turning the two of you over, so that you’re on top. minho rests his back on his pillows, his hands finding their way to your ass as you straddle him. you run a hand down his chest and he exhales shakily. his cock was hotter, now that your bare core is on top of his still clothed cock.

that’s about to change.

“want to suck you off,” you sigh, bending down to press kisses on his chest. minho moans softly at your words and he only nods in response. you feel his hand on your hair as you start to suck on the skin of his chest. the man you were at the mercy of was now under you, letting you do whatever you wanted to him. just like he did to you earlier, you suck hickeys onto the delicate skin of his chest. a groan reverberates from his chest when you start kissing down his body.

“if you didn’t want to,” minho hums as you start unbuckling his belt, “why did you leave?”

your actions falter, slowly raising your eyes to meet his. you shake your head at the question, not wanting to answer the question just yet. or ever. he sighs before nodding.

“alright, just...” he breathes as you continue unbuckling his belt, “just tell me when you’re ready.” you nod at his words, looking up at him as a way to thank him.

your eyes drift down to his lips, so delectable, so tempting to take in between yours, but the way his cock twitches in his pants, begging to be finally let out, makes you avert your attention to the very member making its presence known. you bite your lip when you start pulling his pants and boxers down. minho sits up to help you get him free and he hisses softly when his cock springs out, tip red and leaking with precum.

when your hand wraps around his cock for the first time, he slightly bucks his hips up. the light from outside reflects on minho’s chest and from where you are, you could see the marks you left now darkening on his chest.

“you missed me?” you tease, unwrapping your hand from his cock to spit on it. he groans from above, a low chuckle coming up from his chest.

“judging from the way my cock is rock hard, i think so.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes at the comment. “okay, smart ass.”

minho’s soft laugh is cut off when you wrap your hand on his long and thick cock, now wet with your spit. you start stroking him slowly and lazily, eyes not leaving his. you watch as he follows the movement of your hand on his cock and the way his eyes close when you start twisting your hand as you continue to pump him. you hear him whimper when you dangerously get close to the tip.

the movements of your hands don’t suffice for long, however, because within minutes, he’s bucking up into your hand and your mouth begins to feel drier and drier by the minute. like a woman who’s been denied of water, you envelope the head of his dick with your mouth, hands still moving on the base of his cock.

the tip was hot and heavy in your mouth, the base throbbing in your hand. it’s been so long since you’ve tasted minho that it makes your head spin. at the back of your mind, you’ve always remembered the way he tasted, but nothing could have prepared you for the way his pre-cum fills your senses when it comes in contact with your tongue. you moan around his head, earning a soft groan from him.

minho grabs a hold of your hair as you hollow your cheeks to move down the base of his cock. when you swirl your tongue around him as you bob up and down, he moans your name out, mouth falling open as he struggles to catch his breath.

“just like that, baby,” he whines softly, the grip on your hair tightening as your actions grow faster on his cock. you start rolling his balls gently in your free hand and he almost cries out at the sensation. you move down even further and you feel the head hit the back of your throat. you gag, the vibrations from it hitting the head in a million pleasurable ways. 

you look up to gaze at minho, eyes watery, and you flutter your eyelashes at him. he groans and the sound continues to be music to your ears.

“baby girl,” minho breathes, chest heaving, “you take me so well, you take me so good.” minho was a mess, sweat starting to form on his chest and on his forehead, but it was a sight you wanted to see ever since you walked in his mansion.

your hand continues to roll his balls, tongue swirling as you come up off his cock. you only stop at the head, not wanting to remove your mouth fully. you suck on it and the next thing you know, his cock’s twitching and you’re being pulled away. it was your turn to whine.

minho’s panting, but he cracks a soft smile, a direct contrast with the look in his eyes. this exact action has your mind reeling and you find yourself moving up to straddle him. you put a hand on his jaw before pushing your red and swollen lips onto his.

the kiss starts off slow and uncertain, as if the two of you were strangers exploring each other’s body for the first time, but when you make your need known by pushing yourself against his chest, the kiss becomes heated and deep. you gasp when you feel him squeeze your ass and he takes away your breath like a souvenir, something he didn’t want to forget, as if this was something he would never have again.

you shiver into the kiss when you feel him throbbing in between your thighs. you start moving your core against his and he groans into the kiss. he removes one hand from your ass to put it on the back of your head, pushing you into the kiss even deeper. you whine against his lips, tongue moving against his in perfect sync like a beautiful song that you never wanted to end.

the both of you pull away to catch your breaths and minho laughs breathlessly. you do the same as you lean your forehead against his. after months of not being able to feel him, here he was, under you and laughing with you, like nothing happened. you peck his lips one last time as he mumbles on your lips.

“ride me.”

minho didn’t have to ask twice.

you spit on your hand, wrapping it around his member. you give it a few slow strokes before lining him up in front of your entrance.

the intrusion wasn’t anything foreign. the stretch you feel as you sink down into him is something you’ve grown accustomed to, but you find yourself clenching all the way down his cock, as if your pussy was afraid it’ll never him again. he hisses when your pussy takes him all the way down.

“you’re so tight, baby,” minho moans, “you’re so fucking tight. shit.”

minho’s hands find their way to your hips, gripping it gently as you hold onto his shoulders for support. you moan when he bucks his up absent-mindedly and you knew, at that moment, that he’s been dreaming of this exact moment as much as you have. his body proves it when his cock twitches inside you. you press your lips onto his again as you start bouncing on him. the groan you rip from him comes from the back of his throat and when you pull away, he throws his head back, hands falling to the curve of your ass.

your lips fall to his jaw, nipping at the skin as you continue to bounce. minho squeezes your ass, moaning when you start grinding against him instead of bouncing.

“you ride me so well, always. so fucking good, fuck,” he moans, sitting up to meet you half way, chests pressed up against each other. minho wraps his arms around you as you continue to grind on his cock. the curve of his dick helps hit your spot in a way that no one has ever done. no wonder you always cum hardest with him.

you push him back onto the bed and he falls back on the pillows with a grunt. minho removes his hands from your ass, intertwining his fingers behind his head. he lies back and watches you. you plant your hands on his chest, bouncing on him again. a smug grin forms on his lips as you close your eyes and throw your head back in ecstasy.

minho braces himself on the bed, hands coming back to their previous position on your waist. before you could ask or even process it, he thrusts up into you. you cry out, falling onto his chest as he starts to thrust relentlessly into you. the sound of his balls hitting your wet core echoes in the room and your eyes well up with tears. he always felt so good, may it be inside you or just on top of you. 

the next thing you know, you’re moaning his name like it’s the only language you’ve ever learned.

you tighten around him and minho grunts.

“baby,” you cry out, “i’m clo—“

“yeah, sweetheart,” minho groans, “i know.”

minho slows down his thrusts and you were about to complain until he utters,

“grind on me. make yourself feel good on my cock.”

you grind on him erratically, the coil in your stomach threatening to break any moment. minho wraps his lips on your nipple and his fingers roll the other. he groans softly against it and the vibrations flow through your body in waves, hitting you in the place you needed it most.

“cum on my cock, baby.”

and you do, crying out his name in the process. your body begins to shake and your legs close around his torso. you dig your nails onto his shoulders as your orgasm takes over your body. it was always never the same with minho and you wonder how the man continues to upstage himself every time his dick was inside you. 

minho wraps his arms around you as you fall to his chest again, body shivering with the aftermath of your first orgasm of the night. he strokes your back gently, fingers tracing your spine as you try and come down. a chuckle rings out throughout the room and you smack his arm gently.

“you’re so cocky,” you mumble against his chest, pressing a soft kiss on one of the marks you left earlier.

“how many times have you came after leaving me?”

you frown at the question, but you know that it had an answer that would boost his ego. you decide to play along to make it easier, make the whole situation lighter for the both of you. 

“a lot, actually,” you joke and he scoffs. you sit up and his hands grip your thighs that are still wrapped around his torso.

“that hard?” he raises an eyebrow.

“oh, even harder,” you moan playfully. minho doesn’t find it funny, of course, and you feel his hand land on your ass cheek, the sound resonating in the bedroom. you gasp, slightly falling over on his chest once more. he snickers before his hand lands on your other ass cheek. you whimper.

“on fours, sweetheart.”

your heart starts to race as you get off of him, your cheeks burning with the imprint of minho’s hands. you get on all fours while minho positions himself behind you. you feel minho’s hand trail up your back, his hand gripping your shoulder as he lines himself up in front of your entrance. 

you look behind to watch his spit drip down from his mouth to his cock and you moan at the sight. minho chuckles lowly, gazing up at you as he smears his spit all over his cock.

“enjoying the show?”

you raise an eyebrow at the question, snickering. “not as much as you are, babe.”

minho scoffs. “i’m not the one who’s dripping wet here, doll.”

you feel the heat radiating off of his cock onto your wet pussy. the heat travels throughout your body and it ends up on your cheeks. minho knew the effect he had on you and he basked in that glory as he rubs the head of his cock on your wet pussy lips, teasing you as if he hasn’t teased you enough. you fight the urge to push back, wanting to let minho take control this time. 

the both of you moan when he pushes in.

he positions his other hand on your hip as he pulls back only to push back in twice as hard. you cry out his name, hands gripping the sheets below you. minho tightens his grip on your hip as he starts ramming into you, the sound of your skin meeting echoing in the room for the second time that night.

“you’re still so wet,” minho moans, “so greedy for my cock, baby.”

“only for your cock, minho,” you breathe out, hanging your head down as he continues to push into you.

minho removes his hand from your hip, reaching up to gather your hair in it. he coils it around his hand, pulling your hair back once he finishes wrapping it. you gasp, his cock throbbing inside you as he continues to wreck you beyond ways you could never fully understand. nevertheless, you’re clenching around him once he pulls you back into his chest. he puts his hands on your waist as you throw your head back on his shoulder.

“look at you,” minho rasps, “being fucked for the whole city to see.”

you moan at his words, his cock filling you up in ways no one else can. the heat of his body transfers onto you and you could get drunk by the way his breathing hitches every time you clench around him. you feel his hand make its way up your chest, wrapping around your neck as he relentlessly rails into you from behind. you whine when he tightens his grip.

and even though you’re seeing stars, your airflow being cut off ever so slightly, you felt like you couldn’t be more alive than in this moment. minho lets go of your neck with a soft groan.

he was as thirsty as you were, his lips latching onto your neck, sucking more hickeys onto it, as if it didn’t have enough. but you let him, you let him mark you in places people could see and in places people couldn’t because these are the only souvenirs you’ll end up leaving with.

a way to prove to yourself that tonight happened, that minho made love to you, fucked you until you’re chest down onto the bed, crying out his name like there aren’t any more words in your vocabulary.

minho plants his hand on the curve of your back as his thrusts lose its rhythm. his other hand comes around you, fingers circling on your nub in an effort to get you there before he could reach it himself. always the gentleman.

“minho—!“ you cry out. he only grunts in response, his fingers moving in a faster pace.

“want you to cum,” he groans, “want you to cum on me.”

your walls tighten around him and you moan into the bed as your juices start to seep out of you. it was absolute euphoria, your body almost falling over on the bed as your orgasm takes over your senses. you feel him remove his hand on your clit, hips still moving into yours as he helps you ride your own high out.

“where do you want me?” minho moans.

“inside, please, cum inside m—“

you don’t finish your statement as you feel hot spurts of his cum spill into your walls and deep into you. you didn’t think there’d be anything hotter than hearing him groan, but hearing him moan your name like a mantra as he rides his high out makes you rethink everything you’ve ever heard.

minho pulls out of you after a few moments of silence, only the sounds of your ragged breaths filling the room. he groans softly when the both of your juices seep out of your pussy. you chuckle breathlessly, body falling onto the bed.

once minho cleans the both of you up, you come up to him, resting your head on his chest. you listen to his heart beating before coming up to press a kiss on his jaw. he hums, putting his hand on your hair as you wrap your leg around his torso.

you relax into his arms and in your years of living alone, you’re slowly being convinced that maybe, just maybe, your safe haven is not as big as minho’s mansion, but it’s as small as being in minho’s arms for the night.

and somehow, that was enough.

you close your eyes, preparing yourself to fall asleep until minho utters,

“you still haven’t told me why.”

your heart aches and you open your eyes to look up at him. it’s the least you could do, now that you’re here in his arms again. he deserved to know and if he rejects you in the end, at least you got it out.

at least he knows.

“i love you,” you whispers, tracing small patterns on his chest. you don’t know if the heart beats you hear is your own or minho’s, but nevertheless, you hear him nervously chuckle.

“h-huh?”

“that’s why i left,” you whisper, small and afraid, “i love you and that scares me.”

the silence that comes after is deafening. it was as if he didn’t know what to say, whether to accept or reject your confession. instead, minho strokes your hair gently and you feel his lips on your forehead. you close your eyes, resting your hand on his stomach.

“you should have just told me, y/n,” minho mutters. you raise your head to gaze up at him. he smiles softly at you when the both of you lock eyes. “we could have worked it out, you know?”

“can’t we work it out now?” you ask. he hums in response, nodding.

“we could,” he smiles, “we could.”

"𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.” - 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞 & 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬 

as minho wakes up the morning, he takes a whiff of the sheets beside him. it smelled like you, like last night really happened. the warmth in the bed, however, brings him back to reality. he reaches out to your side.

his eyes fly open when he feels an empty spot, frowning as he sits up. did you really leave again? after what you told him last night? you’re running away again, opting to run away from your feelings instead of facing it head on, like what you said yesterday evening.

working it out. that was what you said, right?

he puts his head in his hands, groaning to himself as he feels his heart sink into his chest again. maybe inviting you over last night wasn’t such a good idea. it didn’t help him move on. instead, he’s just deeper in the hole he dug himself in. he gets out of the bed, movement sluggish and weak as he looks around the bedroom floor to look for his discarded dress shirt.

he puts his hands on his hips. his dress shirt wasn’t anywhere on the floor, but your clothes were. he furrows his eyebrows.

as if his questions were heard, minho hears the bedroom door open and shut. a gasp rings out in the room, followed by a soft giggle.

“you’re up early, babe,” you say. he turns to you, face getting hit by his boxers. he grunts as he catches his boxers in his hands.

“put some clothes on.”

minho looks up to you after he puts his boxers on. you were wearing his missing dress shirt and judging from the way your clothes were still littered in the room, you weren’t wearing anything underneath. in your hands is one of the books from his living room. he swallows.

“i thought you said you had your living room remodelled,” you tease, looking up from the book to lock eyes with him, “the bookcases are still there.”

“makes the ceiling higher,” he chokes, throat tightening. you were really here, inside his house. you haven’t left and you were here to stay.

you frown gently, putting the book down as you get up from the bed to go to him. “hey,” you mumble, taking his face in your hands. he leans into the feeling of your skin against him, afraid that this was just one of his twisted dreams.

“i’m here, i’m right here,” you comfort. minho wraps his arms around your waist as he pulls you in for a hug. if it was any other girl, they would have said that he was pathetic for being softer than usual. but you were different.

you were different because you loved him.

and that was all than he could ever ask for.

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▸ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the 2 times bang chan tried to confess and the 1 time he almost did.

▸ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bang chan x female reader

▸ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff and humor || CEO x Secretary AU

▸ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.8k 

▸ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @meow-minho @bxngchxn @fairy-of-shampoos @hyunsluvv @bobateastay @http-hyxnjxn @poutypoutybin @fizzydrink698 @minniehohos @the7thcrow @vanishingboots​ @qtieskz @arohabangtan @willwriteforhugs @mbbykh @helpsplease @freckledquokka @jisungcherry @crazyoverghosts @changlix-mp4 @asweeetdisposition @lixesque

▸finally !! this took so long, but this takes place before the events of “my house” ! you don’t have to read this in order to understand “my house” and vice versa. i’d also like to say that chan in this fic is 28 years old !!! 

▸ before i forget, thank you for 900 followers! crazy how i posted “my house” as a gift for 500 followers, but now we’re here!! ahh, thank you! i hope you enjoy this, dear reader!

masterlist ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my house

bang chan’s sure that he doesn’t believe in the concept of falling in love.

it’s not because of the bitterness that surrounded the concept itself, but he assumes it’s because of the position he’s in. while many think that being a CEO of the company entails many benefits, such as mansions, multiple cars, private jets, and tons and tons of women, he knows it’s actually the complete opposite.

maybe it’s because of his work-mindset that deters him from making meaningful relationships or maybe because he’s detached himself from everyone to guard whatever self-worth he still has. whatever the reason may be, he lays in his king-sized bed, alone, in a mansion that barely felt like home.

bang chan’s sure that he doesn’t believe in the concept of falling in love, but for some reason, as he stares at you from his office window, he’s sure he’s proved himself wrong.

he admits that he may have expected a firework or two or a grand celebration, but as he watches you tuck a hair strand behind your ear, he finally understands why people decide to throw themselves in the name of love with no plan, with no questions of how’s and why’s. the question is, is he ready to grab the opportunity, specifically the one that’s right outside his office?

his eyes follow you as you lean back on your office chair, huffing as you cross your arms in front of your chest before your eyebrows scrunch. chan chuckles softly and it’s got him wondering, for the nth time today, how he never noticed how your skin glowed despite being confined in a busy workplace. he’s never observed how pretty your fingers were when you grab a pen from the holder on your desk. and, maybe he was just blind all this time, but when has your hair looked this healthy and vibrant?

his stare is broken by the arrival of an employee who rests her elbows on your desk. chan watches how your eyes light up and how your lips curl up into a smile. he takes in a deep breath as his heart starts to beat faster. thoughts of work disappear and the image of you makes a home inside his mind. suddenly, his day’s a little bit brighter now, he’s not stressed anymore, and with your smile, he feels as if he can accomplish anything. now, he wants you to be the one to fill his days, afternoons, and nights.

and it’s probably the cheesiest thought that’s ever popped up in his business-centric mind, but that’s how love goes, he can only assume. the worst part is that he’s letting it take over him and he can’t find anything in him that’s saying no, that he shouldn’t push through with it, that it’s probably his loneliness playing tricks on him again. but, for the first time in his life, he’s able to say that yes, he’s ready to grab that opportunity, that chance for love, even if it’s uncertain, even if it hurts him somewhere along the way.

chan laughs.

it’s the mundanity of everything that intrigues him and chan wonders how a woman has managed to capture his heart in this manner. would it be selfish to ask for more when he supposedly has everything he could ever need? nevertheless, he rolls his chair back, a soft blush on his cheeks, before standing up and making his way to your desk.

no plan.

no questions of how’s and why’s.

you immediately stand up from your chair to bow and greet him and the female employee does the same, bowing with a small smile etched on her lips. chan grins and he’d be stupid to ignore the way his hands start sweating when you give him one back.

“come eat lunch with me,” he hums, putting his hands in his pockets. you tilt your head, eyebrows scrunching in response. chan chuckles as his head mimics yours. “unless, you have plans?”

you shake your head in response. chan catches the way you give your colleague a look and in his peripheral, he sees her scrambling away, a soft giggle leaving her lips. both of your eyes lock once more and you grin. 

“let me get my stuff, then we can go, sir.”

in chan’s position, it’s always calculated— the probabilities of securing a sale, the percentage of the stock they’ll be able to acquire, and all that business stuff he’d grown accustomed to.

but now, he’s forced to think of all the possible outcomes in a scenario where nothing is certain.

there are many variables that come and interfere with the process of falling in love. feelings and emotions are built up over time and he can’t help but reminisce as the two of you make your way to the cafe. images of him getting angry flash in front of him, partnered with many different instances where the both of you argued in his office. he also remembers the way your eyes turn glossy during said arguments and the way you storm out when it gets too heated.

but, apart from memories like those, chan recalls the soft moments he’s shared with you over the course of the 8 years you’ve been together. the knowing stares, the smiles you share from across the room, the blushes that form on both of your cheeks, and the way the both of your hands absentmindedly reach out for each other when you think no one’s looking.

it’s become a secret language that none of you have consciously created.

and as chan pushes the cafe door open for you, he’s reminded that the line between your work relationship and friendship has been blurred for a long time. the both of you have grown closer to each other ever since you started spending more nights with him in his office. though it’s complicated, he knows that you’re not just his secretary anymore, but you’re someone he can confide in and someone he can trust.

with these, the outcomes that can arise from this conversation with you become hazier than when he started thinking of them.

the phone in his pocket is tempting, but he decides not to call changbin up for this one. he doesn’t know when and how to start, but at the end of the day, there are no rules to falling in love.

before you could fall in line, chan puts a hand on your shoulder. you turn to him as you raise an eyebrow.

“go,” chan tilts his head in the direction of a free table, “i’ll order for us.”

you blink. “but—“

“i insist,” chan chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. “we don’t usually go out for lunch, so”—he grabs his wallet, holding it up for you to see—“it’s my treat.”

you step in closer, voice hushed only for him to hear, “you don’t have to, chan.”

formalities dropped, like what he’s used to with you in private, but it feels different now, hearing his name out in public. it rolls off of your tongue so easily and he can’t help but feel like he’s on a date.

“i want to,” he responds after a short while, watching as your cheeks turn bright red. “plus, it’s no big deal. we can always eat lunch together in the future if you’re up for it.”  mentally, chan exhales shakily as the words leave his mouth.

you clear your throat as you nod and turn away, walking over to the table with no protests.

chan exhales through his nose as he finds his lips quirking up into a fond smile. his eyes follow you as you take a seat. he forces himself to look away before you could catch him staring, but at the side of his eye, he knows you already knew.

one thought pops up in his mind as he walks over to the table after ordering and paying, how was he supposed to go about this?

it brings him back to the talk about probabilities and being secure in your decision despite the uncertainty that comes with it. there’s a huge probability of him not getting the response he desperately wants to hear. is it enough, the moments you’ve shared, good and bad, for your feelings to grow as much as his did? and did you even have feelings for him in the first place?

he hopes the answer to both questions is affirmative.

chan’s hands start sweating as he grips the chair, pulling it away from the table. he takes a seat, your eyes locking with his as he makes himself comfortable. he had to admit that he has no plan and he has no idea what he’d end up saying, but as he’d come to know just earlier, love is about free falling and trusting the other that they’ll catch you. and one part of him knows, deep down, that your arms are open and ready.

at least, that’s what he wants to believe.

“miss y/l/n,” chan starts, clasping his hands on the table, “i brought you here to—“

your eyebrows shoot up as your mouth opens. “wow,” you chuckle shakily. “so formal. is this serious?”

for chan, it is.

his face heats up as he unclasps his hands, subtly wiping them on his pants. he flashes you a sheepish smile. “i just wanted to talk to you about something.”

you tilt your head, eyes not leaving his. chan’s heart starts beating faster as his lips part, but only a shaky sigh leaves it.

chan prides himself in his public speaking skills. he wouldn’t be called the industry’s Wolf if he didn’t do his job well. he’s spoken to a full stadium, presented in front of the world’s most prominent businessmen, and he’s travelled around the world giving seminars to people who aspire to be like him. but for some reason, he’s in front of a woman and he’s suddenly tongue-tied.

but, it’s not just any woman. it’s the woman he’s in love with. the thought makes him reel. saying it to himself has just proven that he’s madly in love with his secretary, you, y/n y/l/n. the woman who’s been with him ever since the beginning of this god-forsaken journey, the woman who’s seen him at his most vulnerable, the woman who’s stood by him after all these years.

“i—“

“is this about the schedule for this week?” your voice cuts through his thoughts and it scrambles them. chan feels like a teenager at this moment as his shoulders tense up, mind going blank at the melody of your voice.

“no, y/n—“

“i actually wanted to bring it up with you, as well. i’ve noticed that there are some inconsistencies with the schedule at the office and the schedule we prepared,” you grab a folder from your bag, laying it on the table, and opening it. chan blinks and swallows.

his eyes scan the paper in front of him, the surface littered with messy writing with a variety of colours adorning them. it’s hard to read if the both of you settled for this as the official schedule, but somehow, it doesn’t annoy him anymore. instead, his heart aches at the sight of your handwriting, the strokes completely unique to you and the design, if one could call it that, screams your name.

“unless,” you hum, “this isn’t what you wanted to talk about?”

as much as humanly possible, chan wasn’t here to talk about anything work-related. if only you knew the reasons behind his invitation, you wouldn’t be whipping out the damned folder. nevertheless, even as his shoulders fall to his sides, he leans over on the table, trying his best to focus on whatever it is you have brought to his attention.

“it’s fine,” he starts. “tell me about the problems, instead.”

“chan—“

“no,” he dismisses. “it’s nothing important. it can wait.”

this is what he gets for not having a plan in the first place. falling in love is all about falling into the depths of what is essentially the unknown, but it doesn’t mean that he has to dive in head first with no helmet. he groans internally as you flatten the paper on the desk, his confession thrown out of the window that’s beside the two of you.

suppose, it’s not the right time nor is it the right place. if chan was looking for fireworks and a grand celebration for his realization earlier, then maybe he can be the one to give that to the both of you once he actually gathers the courage to tell you how he feels. despite his defeat today, he forces himself to sit in front of you, and listening as you get into the nitty-gritty of the schedule in the office and the schedule you have on-hand.

truthfully, chan’s seen the inconsistencies before you could, but he lets you tell him, the sweet melody of your voice wrapping itself around and in him as he rests his cheek on his palm, eyes not leaving you. 

“chan?”

your voice snaps him out of his trance and he raises an eyebrow. 

“before i go on,” you giggle, “i’m paying the next time we go out, okay?”

chan cracks a smile, heart bursting at the thought of getting to be with you like this again. he hopes it’ll be a more relaxed setting. no more talk of work. just you and him, like he’d envisioned it to be.

“alright.”

hopefully, he’ll get to tell you next time. he’ll hold onto that.

the fateful next time comes rather quickly, just three days after the first one.

it comes in the form of a successful contract, with the client agreeing to it almost immediately. chan could sit back and say that it’s all his doing, that it’s with his charisma and wit that charmed the client, but truth be told, he couldn’t have done it without you.

first, without you, he wouldn’t have known about the company. sue him for not being interested in smaller companies as business partners, but it’s with your exceptional ability to get him to listen that’s made him understand the appeal. second, without you, the process wouldn’t have been as smooth as it was. papers arrived on time, meetings were set without a hitch, and the relationship with the client was amenable enough that it made transactions easier.

of course, all of the things you’ve done are considered to be the behind the scenes of a successful company, but for chan, you’re front and center. and though the success is connected to his name, it’s always also going to be your success.

as chan offers polite goodbyes to the businessmen who were exiting, his eyes drift to the other end of the room and it lands on you, glowing, with a wide smile that’s taking over your lips. your hair’s a bit disheveled, blouse not neatly tucked in, and the bags under your eyes are now more prominent than the last time he’s seen them, but to him, you’re still the most beautiful woman in the room. it’s multiplied tenfold when he sees you speaking to the client, the two of you laughing because of something you whispered.

chan’s heart aches and he knew it was the right time.

this is why he finds himself leading you up to the company rooftop.

chan’s an incredibly simple man when it comes to life’s pleasures. if he wants something, he’ll ask and he’ll get it, as simple as that. but, this is different. if chan wants to get something—get you, he knows he has to exert effort, even if it was as cheesy as confessing while the sun is setting in the horizon.

he has a plan now, a script to follow, and a solution to every outcome that may arise, but why are his hands still sweating in his pockets and why is he feeling light-headed?

chan pushes the rooftop door open, motioning for you to step outside first. he fights the urge to smile fondly when you narrow your eyes toward him. you step out nevertheless and he hears you gasp when you look out to the city’s skyline. he steps out himself, the door closing softly behind him.

the building is positioned perfectly toward the sunset and the light outlines your features. you’re glowing and it’s brighter than the brightest star responsible for this view right in front of him. chan puts his hands inside of his pockets as he stands next to you, watching the way the air ruffles your clothes and your hair from the corner of his eye. how he wishes he could be the wind softly grazing your skin as you looked out to the horizon.

chan lets out a soft chuckle as he shakes his head.

standing beside you, he understands why people say that love brings out the worst in you. chan’s never been the one to open up. used to guarding himself, he was taught to always be strong and to never show vulnerability, especially in public. he had an image to protect, a family legacy to keep going, and being weak won’t help him at all.

but, maybe, you can help him with that. make his worst into his best. chan sighs shakily.

“you did well,” chan starts as he taps his foot. you turn to him with a grin.

“thank you, sir. i couldn’t have done it without you.”

you cough softly as the words leave your lips. both of your cheeks heat up and chan uses this opportunity to move closer to you, the warm, afternoon air flowing around the both of you. just like the first time, the confession he’s prepared in his head is scrambled and he didn’t know when or where to start.

come to think of it, changbin did mention cue cards. chan smacks himself internally.

“yes, well,” his voice cracks slightly, “i didn’t bring you up here just to praise you.” you raise an eyebrow. “you and i both know of your abilities, so i won’t inflate your ego any further.”

“inflate my non-existent ego?” you joke, earning a giggle from chan.

chan turns to face you, wiping his palms on the side of his pants. you mimic him as you cross your arms in front of your chest, your head tilted to the side. your eyes lock and chan’s mouth grows dry. you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he wonders why he’s never pieced it together before.

chan takes a step forward before taking your hand into his. he feels you hesitate for a moment, your hand threatening to pull itself away from his touch, but after a while, your fingers relax into his palm, as do your shoulders. your eyes scan his face and chan prepares himself to dive into the depths of love, hopelessly.

“y/n,” he starts. “we’ve been working together for a long time now and—“ chan rubs his thumb on the back of your hand—“i can say that you’re one of the most extraordinary women i’ve ever had the opportunity to be with.” your eyes widen. “and it’s not just about our professional relationship, but it’s also about our relationship outside of it.”

“you’re not just my secretary,” chan pauses to look at you—your eyebrows are scrunched and your mouth is slightly open. “you are my friend, someone i can talk to when i’m alone, someone i can confide to, but y/n…” chan taps his foot gently on the floor as he looks out to the horizon once more, wetting his lips. he hangs his head briefly before letting your eyes meet.

“y/n, i want to be more than that for you. i want to be more than just frie—“

a familiar tune plays in the rooftop and chan recognizes it almost immediately. your ringtone. what amazing timing this has been.

chan blinks as the warmth on his hand disappears. his heart is ringing in his ears, yet he catches your quick apology as you fish your phone out of your pocket. before you could say anything else, chan nods, shoving his hand inside his pocket again. you shoot him an apologetic look before you make your way out of earshot.

chan steps forward to grip the roof railing enough to make his knuckles turn white. he hunches over it as his stomach starts to hurt. he feels as if his blood has been drained from his body and his head becomes light, a stark contrast to the way his chest feels in the moment. he gags softly when the air blows on his face.

he was so close to the edge, both literally and figuratively, but the ringtone had to pull him back to square one. if he thought that his mind was a pain in the ass earlier, it was worse now.

one thing is clear, though. the confession has been eating him up the past few days and if he wanted to feel like himself again, he had to tell you, even if it meant getting rejected and making things awkward around the office.

he could always continue once you come back, right?

but, he learns now that the universe has a funny way of fucking with him. he can’t continue anymore because how could he when you returned to him out of breath, eyes bloodshot, and hands shaky?

“y/n?” chan questions, pitch higher than intended. he puts his hands on your arms to grip them gently as he scans your face. he tries to ignore the panic that’s brewing in his stomach. another thing to add to the list of the things happening in his body.

“did something happen? is there an emergency?”

“my—my sister—“ you stutter, tears flowing down your cheeks. chan prepares himself for the worst.

“y/n, i—“

“she passed her dream university!” you exclaim before bursting out crying again. chan slightly deflates, his shoulders falling to his sides and his chest becoming lighter. he rubs your arms awkwardly before pulling away with a nervous laugh.

“i thought it was—“

“no, chan! you don’t understand how serious this is!” you scream. “we’ve been talking about it ever since she was a kid, now, she’s on her way to college. and not just any college! it’s her dream uni! sure, it’s expensive, but you know, we can make it work! we always do!” you run your hand through your now disheveled hair, a huge smile forming on your lips. “you know that one time i was telling you about my sister taking the exam? this was for that university! the—“

chan sighs internally. if he confessed now, he would be stealing such a monumental moment from you. it wasn’t about him or your relationship anymore, but it’s about your family and your personal life. instead, he lets you ramble as he rests his arm on the railing, watching and listening to you and your stories. chan tilts his head gently, a fond smile on his lips.

next time. 

he’ll get to tell you next time.

lucky for chan, the next time comes exactly the next day during the company’s big blowout party for him.

he finds himself waiting for you in the car and the both of you were running behind schedule, but he knows why. you’ve always wanted to take your time dressing up during formal events such as this. of course, he’d always offered a professional stylist to make sure the schedules don’t suffer from your tardiness, but time and time again, you would decline. the memory makes chan scoff in the backseat, letting out a soft huff after.

“late again, sir?” his driver teases.

chan puts his arm on the arm rest as he replies, “as usual.”

when the front door of your house opens, chan’s reminded of the reason why he’s never pushed the professional stylist offer.

you’ve done your hair in a manner chan hasn’t seen before, but it suited you. your make up’s bold, but elegant, and your dress hugs your body perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination. he gulps. you’ve always upstaged your looks and tonight’s no different. chan knows you’re definitely going to outshine him in the party later, but you deserved to be seen the way he sees you—not just as his secretary, but as a professional who commands respect in the rooms she walks in.

as chan sharply inhales at the sight of you, his driver chuckles quietly.

he knows deep down that he had to say something tonight, but as usual, he’s ready with the cheesy speech—the ‘you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me’, the ‘i want to be yours’, but he’s just not sure when to tell you. would it be a good idea to steal you away in the middle of a company event or would it be better if he waited until the both of you were alone?

another day, another dilemma it seems. however, this particular dilemma has no right answer. no matter what he thinks of, there’s always a negative outcome.

before he could delve deeper, he sees the car door open through his peripheral. “we’re late again.”

you hum nonchalantly as you make yourself comfortable in the backseat. “good evening to you too, sir.”

“are we good to go now or are we still on your schedule, miss y/l/n?”

“there’s nothing wrong with being fashionably late, right mr. bang?”

but, as most things in chan’s world, there is something wrong with being “fashionably late”. you and chan are ushered out of the car as soon as you arrive at the company. the staff are muttering something about the crowd waiting for the two of you—for the grand entrance as the others have labelled before.

despite being part of the industry for a long time, chan could only roll his eyes at the formality of it all. it wouldn’t hurt to let loose, but he lets the staff guide the both of you to where you needed to be.

on the way to the event hall, chan unbuttons his black formal polo. he tells himself that it’s for show, but really it’s to let out the heat that has formed throughout his body as the thought of potentially being able to tell you about his feelings takes over his mind, alongside his thoughts of feeling like a teenager again. nevertheless, he tries his best not to look in your direction as you walked beside him.

once you arrive, the staff tell the both of you to wait as they prepare the hall for the grand entrance. chan thanks them as they disappear from sight, leaving the two of you alone. he shuffles awkwardly as he waits before hearing a soft ‘tsk’ leave your lips. he turns his head toward you, but before he could ask, your hands are on his chest.

chan freezes, but he finds it in himself to choke out your name, mouth drying up as he feels the heat from your fingertips through the fabric of his polo.

“buttons,” you mutter, your fingers finding their way to the buttons he unbuttoned only moments before. “you have to look presentable, chan. there are a lot of eyes in there.”

his eyes travel from your hands to your face. your eyebrows are furrowed as you focused on the task at hand and he almost forgets to breathe the whole time you’re on him. your perfume takes over his senses and for a moment, he thinks he’ll float because of the cheesy happiness that has started to bubble in his chest, but he doesn’t. instead, when you raise your eyes to meet his and he sees that sparkle that he’s grown to love, he’s brought back to reality.

and that’s when he realizes, after years of denying it to himself, that it’s not a feeling anymore. chan’s sure that you make him human. around you, he’s not bang christopher chan, the country’s youngest and most successful CEO, instead, he’s chan, the 28-year-old man who’s hopelessly searching for genuine connection in an industry that offers none of the sort.

chan’s on top, constantly, and the others that have come before you have made sure to keep him there, but you’ve grounded him in reality every time the both of you were together. may it be as simple as you answering back to him or as deep as listening to him rambling about god knows what during quiet nights in the office, you’ve always offered him a time and a place to feel human—be human, even for just a few minutes.

chan mumbles your name once more, but you don’t seem to hear as you lightly pat his now-buttoned chest with a smile on your lips.

“there,” you hum. “keep them buttoned for the rest of the night, okay?”

“i—“

“imagine all the articles when you come in there with your chest in full view,” you giggle as you start stepping back to your previous position beside him.

“y/n—“

you playfully cross your arms in front of your chest as you continue, “you have to thank me someday, you kno—“

“y/n,” he cuts you off. “can you please listen to me?” you stop in your tracks as you turn your head, eyebrows raised.

you blink in his direction, lips parting, “i’m listening, sir.” you tilt your head. “what’s wrong?”

chan moves in closer to you as you turn your body towards him, arms falling to your sides. “on the rooftop…”

“yes?”

“i didn’t get to finish my, um…”

your eyes widen. “yes, of course!” you exclaim. “i remember, yes.”

the two of you stand in silence for a moment as chan tries to collect himself, mind a complete and utter mess like the first time he’s faced with this exact same situation. he looks up at the ceiling as he tries to think of a word, a phrase, a sentence, anything else he can say to free himself of the shackles he voluntary put on himself.

your voice cuts through his thoughts as you ask, “did you want to tell me now?” you look at the door in front of you. “we’re due to enter soon.”

“i’m aware,” chan mumbles as he steps in closer to you once more, “but, this won’t take long.”

you nod, eyes scanning his face as your eyes meet. chan inhales, letting out, “how can i—okay. shit.”

this is already a disaster. where’s his cue cards? “i’ll just—“

“chan?” you question, moving in closer to him as well, concern clouding the sparkle in your eyes.

“you’re amazing,” chan blurts out, albeit a little muddled. nothing like the present, yes?

“i—“

“you amaze me,” chan continues. “and you continue to do so after years of us working together and i sometimes wonder”—he grabs a hold of your hand as his starts to shake—“how you do it.” your lips part and chan notices how your chest has stopped moving.

“you’re so charming and just—“ chan lets go of your hand abruptly as he turns away from you, his hand finding its way to his forehead before hanging his head and groaning to himself. he turns back to you, your whole body frozen in place.

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i l—“

“mr. bang? ms. y/l/n?” one of staff interrupts. you and chan jump away from each other, both awkwardly looking around the hall as blushes form on your cheeks. chan forces himself to make eye contact with the staff member as he rubs the back of his neck. he gives the woman a half hearted smile as he raises an eyebrow.

“we’re ready for you.”

you and chan’s eyes meet as the sentence echoes throughout the hall. he swears under his breath as his shoulders fall, eyes closing as he releases a huff.

“chan,” you mutter, a hint of worry in your voice. he inhales sharply before shaking his head and putting on his best smile for the lady that’s decided to ruin the moment. he nods before closes his fist as he turns toward the door, his jaw clenched. he feels you tug on his sleeve, but he ignores it, heart thumping in his chest as he offers his arm out for you.

“we have to focus now,” chan replies after a short silence. “it’s…it’s not important.”

you don’t say anything else as the atmosphere in the room turns heavy.

for chan, at least.

as the crew finishes up the final preparations around the both of you, you snake your arm around his and chan tries his best not to dampen the mood any further. he straightens his posture, his lips fall in a straight line, and his jaw relaxes as he exhales. and as much as he would hate to admit it, it’s in defeat. yet again.

before he could wallow in his own despair, you ask, “are we dancing tonight, sir?”

it takes a second for him to respond. “unfortunately not, miss y/l/n.”

“not in the mood to show off tonight?”

chan scoffs softly and he hears you giggle. his chest tightens at the sound, yet he appreciates the effort in making the whole situation less awkward than it is. picking up from where the both of you left off, like he wasn’t just about to pour his heart and soul to you.

“i don’t think we need to,” chan plays along. “this party’s for us.”

“us?” you exclaim with a small smile. chan merely nods.

despite the playful banter, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself. why was it so hard to just…say what he needed to say? he can have a ton of scripts at his disposal, but why is it that when he’s in front of you he’s tongue tied? he felt like an idiot, a love-stricken idiot who couldn’t say it straight no matter how much he plans it out.

one question pops up in his slew of thoughts. “if not tonight, then when?”

he may never know the answer to that question. but, one thing is clear to him.

he started this week with some form of optimism that he’ll end up with an actual connection, but now, he feels as if he’s three steps back from his starting position. he sighs internally as he fixes his posture once more. no rest for the weary because the door to the event hall slowly opens and he squints at the light shining right at the two of you.  he feels you squeeze his arm gently and he gives you a reassuring look in response.

chan tunes out his thoughts of his failed confessions and his inner voice saying, “next time.” he puts on another smile for the crowd as the both of you start walking in the event hall, the thunderous applause becoming deafening.

here we go again.

[es-kay-zee]

Vice | Bang Chan x Reader

pairing: chan x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: this fic contains lots of mentions of drinking and alcoholism, so if that’s not for you, then don’t read this, and there’s mentions of sex but there’s no smut, mentions of sex while drunk (reader and idol under the influence)

requested: nope, i got sad so i wrote angst lol

word count: 1.7k

proofread: a little bit

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @hyunsluvv @qtieskz

a/n: i didn’t spend much time on this so i’m sorry it’s poorly written :( if parts don’t make sense please let me know and i’ll try to fix it

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the edge of your glass rests upon your bottom lip when you see him. he stands by one of the few tables in the club, resting his weight upon his forearms. he looks up, his eyes searching the room before looking back down at his phone, a frown forming on his face.

you’ve seen many attractive men in your life, but there’s something about him. he’s enticing, alluring, and he hasn’t even looked at you. his dark hair is messy, intentionally so, and he looks so beautiful under the moving lights. normally you wouldn’t have the confidence to approach him, but the liquid courage flows steadily through you, and you find yourself walking towards him without too much forethought.

“hi,” you say, nerves a little more apparent now that you’re in front of him.

he looks at you, standing up straighter before he speaks.

“hello,” he replies. his tone is warm but still sceptical. you can almost see the gears turning in his mind as he tries to work out if he knows you or not.

“i’m y/n. sorry if this is weird, but you’re quite cute so i thought i’d come say hi,” you smile, but you can tell your smile looks awkward.

“huh?” he says, leaning in closer to hear you over the loud music.

your face heats up, but you raise your voice and repeat yourself anyway. you’ve already approached him, might as well commit to it.

“ah,” he says, his hand rising to rub absentmindedly at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face.

“sorry, was that too forward of me?” you take a sip of your drink in an attempt to calm your growing nerves.

“nah, it’s just not very often i get called cute.” he chuckles, and the soft laughter sends a warmth through your heart.

“what? really? it would appear that i have to right this horrible wrong.” another chuckle, and it makes you happy to know you’re the one making him smile and laugh.

“oh, really now?” you nod in response, taking another sip of your drink as you watch the way his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the club. “i’m chan, by the way.”

“you here with anyone?”

he shakes his head before answering. “nah, i was meeting up with a friend but he just messaged saying he’s not coming.”

“damn, that’s no fun,” you reply.

“yeah, but at least you’re here so maybe tonight won’t be such a bust after all.” it’s the way he says it, the teasing, flirting tone that has your heart almost skipping a beat.

“can i buy you a drink in exchange for your company for the night then?” you ask.

after a quick nod of his head, you both walk up to the bar. he orders a drink while you down the rest of yours and quickly order another one. you can barely hear the bartender tell you the price over the thumping of the bass, but you swipe your card, nonetheless.

you drag chan to the dance floor, standing in front of him and beginning to grind back against him in time to the music. he downs half his drink before planting one of his hands on your hip, beginning to move his own with you.

the night carries on, the time spent dancing and drinking together, making out against the wall near the back of the club. you and chan have both lost count of how many drinks you’ve had, but that doesn’t stop him from ordering an uber and taking you back to his place.

when you wake in the morning it’s to an empty bed, and it takes you a moment to realise that you’re not in your own room. you think back, and your most vivid memory is of chan’s lips pressed against your neck while his hands roamed your body. you smile as the rest of last night’s events return to you.

you sit up, ignoring the way your head sways and throbs slightly at the movement. you grab your clothes, slowly getting dressed. the walk out of the bedroom is slow, and all you can think about is how dry your mouth feels. you don’t make it far out of the room before you’re almost colliding with chan’s chest.

“oh,” he exclaims, surprised to run into you. “i was just coming to see if you were awake.”

you look at him, your eyes squinting from the sunlight, and you can make out the smile on his face. it’s shy, just like the one when you told him he was cute the night before. and there’s something about his smile that’s contagious, prompting you to return a smile of your own.

“i’m awake,” you reply, voice still thick with sleep.

“i can tell. i was gonna make us breakfast but i kinda ended up burning it. so should we order something? my shout?”

you’re surprised, really. you were expecting him to kick you out, to send you on your merry way after a night of passion. but here he is, offering to order you breakfast. it’s sweet, and you can’t help but accept.

it’s nearing midday before you have to leave, chan having work in the afternoon. you exchange numbers before you go, promising to message and hopefully turn this one night stand into something more.

your relationship with chan blossoms from there, a couple of weeks spent getting to know each other a bit better before he officially asks you out. it was sweet, the way he did it. a crisp autumn evening curled up on his couch where he asks you the question. but, truth be told, that was the moment it went downhill.

it took him almost three months to notice. or maybe it just took him that long to admit it to himself. he truly wanted to look past the issue, he didn’t want to believe it to be true. but when it caused you to lose your job, he couldn’t ignore your drinking any longer.

looking back on those three months, he knows he should’ve realised sooner. it should have clicked in his mind when most of your dates were spent together in the clubs, dancing and drinking until you could barely stand. even when you weren’t going on dates, just time spent together in the evenings always included you with a drink constantly in your hand.

he wants the best for you, he doesn’t want to see you drown in the alcohol any more than you already are. it’s hard for him, and the months that follow his realisation are filled with countless arguments as he tries desperately to help you escape the clutches of your addiction. but you refuse to see the truth, you refuse to accept that you need help. and chan can’t take it anymore.

your phone buzzes with a message and you pick it up, seeing chan’s name on your screen.

chan: i’m coming over. i’ll be there in 10

you sit back against the couch, staring at the tv while you wait for him to show up. he’s right on time when you hear his rhythmic knock at your apartment door. dragging yourself to your feet, you walk over opening the door for him to enter.

he steps inside, closing the door behind him as he watches you walk towards the living room. he follows you, sighing heavily when he notices the almost empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. it wasn’t a surprise to see it sitting there, but he still hates the sight.

“how much have you had?”

his question hangs heavy in the air as he awaits your answer, but you don’t give one. you seldom do. in the past, he wouldn’t push you to answer, but this time he does. he has to. he needs you to recognise that you have a problem.

“y/n? how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“why does it matter how much i’ve had?” you say, refilling your empty glass from the bottle and taking a sip, feeling the way it burns a path down your throat.

“because i need to have a serious chat with you, but i can’t do that if you’re drunk.”

“oh? a serious talk? are you here to berate me again?”

“berate you? y/n, i’m trying to help you. i’ve been trying to help you for months.” he runs a hand down his face, trying to calm his growing frustration. “look, i don’t want to do this, okay? i don’t want to break up with you.”

“wait, you’re breaking up with me?”

he pauses, releasing a heavy sigh, laden with sadness. one exhale of air and you can hear the mental exhaustion chan has been dealing with. and it hurts to know you’re the cause of it.

“i am.”

“but why?”

“because i can’t keep doing this. i’ve tried to help you. you say you’ll stop drinking but you don’t. i want to keep helping you, i want you to get better for your own sake. but i can’t be in a relationship with you right now.”

“so you don’t want to be with me anymore?”

“i do, y/n, believe me, i do want to be with you. but i can’t. you’re not okay, and this relationship is taking a toll on me,”

“but i am okay,”

“no, you’re not. people who are okay don’t act like this. they don’t spend this much time drinking. alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems. and even if it somehow did, it wouldn’t matter because it’s only causing you new ones.”

there’s a slew of emotions coursing through you. anger, frustration, sadness. and all you can do to keep them at bay is take another swig of vodka, this time straight from the bottle.

“i’d like for you to leave now.”

“y/n-”

“get out of my apartment.” chan hates the sight of the bottle in your hand, but he hates the crack in your voice more. he wants to hold you, to hug you tight and promise you that you’ll get through this. but he knows that if he stays any longer then you’ll only end up yelling at him.

the alcohol swimming through your veins does little to numb the sting in your heart when he leaves. and it’s only when you hear that door close that you let the tears fall. your relationship with chan felt doomed from the beginning. it began with a drink in your hand, and it ended with one too.