#chan established relationship

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 what's yours is mine | bangchan

disclaimers; tiny inkling of suggestive humour, written from third person perspective, petnames, insecurity, self doubt, descriptions of reader's body as "soft". no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; bang chan x female reader

synopsis; you're the other half of chan's heart as he is to yours.

content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, sprinkle of humour | word count; 1.4 k

it was nights like these.

when y/n could feel the calm, persistent rise and fall of her husband’s unclad chest pressing against her back. a loving warmth radiates from chan, seeping into her being, and enveloping her entirety in a blanket of comfort and security. the feeling of his fervent kisses he placed against the length of her neck earlier still linger. the couple lay together, limbs intertwined. chan’s right arm hooked under the curve of y/n’s waist; his sly, wandering fingers slithered underneath her singlet and rested against the soft, plush of her abdomen. right then and there, y/n prays for a greater divine entity to make time stand still, so she can continue to relish his doting embrace. her heart swells with utter delight, and a tinge of delirium ー a result of the late hours of the evening that she finds herself awake at.

y/n reaches for chan’s other hand, his arm slung lazily over her hip. she fiddles with the thin, silver bracelet adorning his wrist. the bracelet she gifted him over two years prior - inscribed on the inside plate, a few words: what’s yours is mine. although cliche, the idiom became a phrase the pair often recited to each other.

she chuckles softly to herself, reminiscing on the defining moment in their journey to marriage.

“honey, please look at me…” chan pleads as he kneels before y/n, who sits on their small couch with an absent gaze fixed to the opposite wall of their apartment. she’s teary-eyed with her bottom lip in a pout.

she continues to stubbornly avoid his eyes. he brings his thumb and index to her chin, guiding her face to meet his. chan leans forward, y/n is drawn to his wide brown orbs that beckon her attention, holding a profound reassurance as they stare back at her. the silent communication between the pair has y/n lurching forward into chan’s arms, nestling her face into his shoulder as child-like wails escape her.

“i-i didn’t think they’d see me. i’m so sorry, channie. i don’t want to break up, but i don’t want them to hurt you. i don’t want th-them to be mad at you.”

the flurry of fears spew from his girlfriend as she clings to his frame, whilst chan consolingly pats her back. everything begins to click in his head. earlier that day, the couple were called to the company, where his manager broke the news of their exposure to the public. an array of headlines decorated the homepages of various news sites, mostly presenting their relationship in a scandalous, negative manner.

y/n was very quiet, and appeared understanding, but on their way home, a sense of distance and tension had begun festering between them.

“baby, you did nothing wrong. they were going to find out about us sooner or later. you mean the world to me. i won’t let anything happen to you. if they’re my fans, they’ll be happy for me.” chan gently affirms y/n as he cradles her fragile, exhausted body.

“up we go,” he announces, tucking his arms under y/n’s knees and around her shoulders to gather her into a bridal-style hold. chan carefully walks them to their shared bedroom, placing her delicately on the edge of the bed. once again, his girlfriend’s gaze is downcast, her shoulder slump with the weight of great sorrow as she sniffles trying to hold back the stinging tears that prick at her eye line.

chan uses this opportunity to hastily rummage through his backpack hanging off a hook on the back of the bedroom door. he's careful to conceal the small velvet box in his pocket. taking a seat next to y/n on the bed, his left arm encases her shoulders and brings her head to rest against him.

“i wasn’t going to say it like this, but the timing couldn’t be any better,” he nervously starts, feebly scratching at his clavicle. chan takes y/n’s left hand in his, caressing the back of her palm, rubbing faint soothing circles in hopes to assuage her anxieties. y/n senses the shift in his demeanour, her breath hitching in her throat in anticipation for the worst; she had a tendency to spiral, and she begins to mentally prepare herself for him to deliver the three dreadful words: “let’s break up-” but he doesn’t.

“let’s get married-” y/n swallowed, her head tilted slightly back to prevent the salty tears that welled up. a volcano threatening to erupt, they began to freefall without a care, her trembling hands cover her eyes as she hurriedly move out of his firm hold.

“i don’t want to say goodbye to what we have, but if it’s for the best, i’ll do anything for you, chan.”

“woah, woah! baby, slow down. retract that, come back to me.” y/n stands in front of him, as the reality washes over her. with her mouth agape, she studies his face. chan’s lips are plastered with a smile, but his brows furrow at the unexpected rejection. he peers at her face painted with disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.

“did you think i was breaking up with you?” his hands reach out to y/n, residing on either side of her hips to position her in between his knees. y/n’s hands come to rest on his shoulders and she doesn’t break eye contact with him. her eyes conveying a message of uncertainty, and chan receives that as a sign to continue his previous spiel.

“no matter what anyone says,” he interlaces one of his hands with y/n’s and peppers several featherlike kisses to her knuckles, “you are my world. your happiness is my happiness, your sadness is my sadness, and your love is my love. i don’t want to face the world alone anymore.” tears again pool in her eyes, not from apprehension, but pure joy and adoration over chan’s heartfelt confession.

“i’m not that special, m-maybe one day you’ll wake up and realise you settled for me over your dream…” y/n was not one to express her self doubts openly to chan, and those words evoke a protective side in him; confident to prove her worth to him.

chan scoffs, “settle? that might be how you see it, but i’ve had the pleasure of knowing you for years, and you’ve only given me more reasons to love life. i’m convinced i’ve loved you in a past lifetime, and we’re reuniting again to continue that same love. let me be the one to teach you all things to love about you. whatever problems arise, we’ll solve them together." y/n grew speechless, hearing chan profess such deep feelings broke down her walls of insecurity, his words were an emergence of light nearing the end of a dark tunnel.

"you are my dream."

chan's gaze holds a degree of fondness that has y/n crumbling into his arms, her knees buckle and she falls forward, pinning him against the mattress. the action alone flusters both of them as they blush in unison, red blooming from chan’s neck all the way up to his ears as a wildfire of pink spans across y/n’s cheeks.

“getting down to business already, mulan?” chan shyly bites, breaking the tense atmosphere between them.

“speak for yourself, i felt that.” y/n abashedly retorts as she straightens herself to stand up, and chan is quick to fish the velvet box from his pocket before raising his hands in the air.

“i'm innocent!” laughter erupts from the pair as chan engulfs y/n in a joyous hug.

“that’s a yes though, right?” he pulls back and y/n nods profusely, “yes in this lifetime, and in the next.”

chan stands, his arms encircle y/n’s waist as he captures her lips with his; molding together perfectly in reciprocal affection and devotion.

the memory sets y/n’s heart ablaze as excitement courses through her veins. consumed by the need to feel even closer than they impossibly were, y/n untucks his hand from beneath her singlet to turn over and cuddle further into her husband’s hold.

chan stirs, a hazy smile dances on his lips, “comfortable, baby?” he mumbles, sleep dripping from each word.

“always in your arms, my prince. i love you,” y/n replies, reverently pressing a soft peck to his lips.

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notes; i finally pieced together the prompt, after rewriting it and revising it over the past few days. i can't say i feel like the outcome matched my original idea. i was definitely not surprised bang chan won the poll for a comfort fic. thank you once again to everyone who votes, leaves nice comments and reblogs; you're all greatly appreciated. i hope you enjoyed this piece too! © stayfortwominutes ; august 27, 2023.

[niabang]

Nights Like This

Pairings: Chan × fem reader

Summary: Your boyfriend says he's stressed from work, so you help him relieve it.

Warnings: Smut included MINORS DNI. Fluff, aftercare, established relationship, sub chan?, dom reader?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), use of pet names like "honey," "baby," etc. Creampie, reader is a bit mean and Chan is a big man baby.

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You were waiting for your boyfriend to get back home from work and counting down the hours till he did because you were worried about him.

You were worried because you texted him earlier in the day to ask how work was going and what he wanted to eat when he got back home.

He replied to you, saying he was stressed, couldn't wait to come back home, and that he didn't know what he wanted to eat just yet.

You told him to give you a call when he figured it out and wished him luck with work.

He called you a few hours later to tell you not to worry about him because he ended up getting dinner with the boys and was already on his way home.

You had dinner on your own and went upstairs to take a shower. Just as you were coming back down to do the dishes, you heard a key turn in the lock. Your baby was back.

"Hi honey." You said to him as he came in.

"Hi baby." He said and gave you a long tight hug plus a peck on your forehead.

You would never get tired of the way he smelt. That musky scent of his sweat mixed with perfume was so intoxicating that it clouded your brain in the best way possible.

"You good?" You asked him as he took off his hands from your waist.

"Yeah, I am, just a little tired, that's all." He said and started making his way upstairs.

"I'm gonna go take a shower then go to bed wanna join me?" He asked from the top of the stairs.

"I thought you said you were tired? And no, I just took one."

"Boo, you're so boring." He replied.

"Stop being a child Chan, go take your your shower." You said.

"Okay, mom." He scoffed.

You weren't looking at him, but you just knew he rolled his eyes before going into your shared bedroom to take his shower. He was such a child sometimes.

You made some hot chocolate for both of you and took it upstairs to your room.

On getting there, you met him putting on a black tank top, and he threw his black chrome hearts hoodie over it. The weather was pretty cold.

"Here you go." You said, handing him a mug, and the two of you retired to the bed.

"What made you so stressed at work today anyway?" You asked.

"I don't know how, but I lost a track, and it happened to be one I didn't backup, so we have to start recording all over again." You don't know why, but you laughed a bit after he said that.

"Are you laughing? What's so funny y/n?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

"I don't know bro why didn't you back the file up?" You asked, still laughing.

"It's not funny, y/n." He said, looking angry.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." You said and got on him, so you were straddling him.

"Aww, you look so tired, my baby. You need to sleep." You said while pushing his hair away from his forehead so you could leave a peck on it.

Just as you were about to get off your boyfriend so he could get some rest, he used his hands to hold your hips in place.

"Y/n, don't go." He said when you turned to look at him.

"Don't tell me you want another forehead kiss, Chris." You said trying to act cool like a volcano didn't erupt in your stomach, and your kit kat wasn't dripping.

"I like it when you get mad and call me Chris." He said with that cheeky smile you fell for every single time. You just couldn't help it.

"You're so annoying, just go to be -" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he cut you off with a kiss.

"Mhm." You couldn't help but moan. His lips were so soft and warm, and his tongue moved against yours so perfectly every thought in your head vanished.

He started moving your hips back and forth on his crotch and you almost reached the road of no return, but you came back to your senses.

"Wait, chan, we can't be doing this. You're stressed, and you need to rest before you go back to work tomorrow." You said.

"Help me relieve my stress y/n you're the one who can." He said, maintaining eye contact with his beady eyes that you hated so much. Fuck him he knew how to get you and he used his tricks every single time he had the chance to.

"Okay, you got me, but I'll do all the work. Don't move a muscle, okay?" He nodded his head in agreement and you went back to kissing him.

When you felt he was hard enough, and you were wet enough you got off him to take your shorts off, and he took his pants off to reveal his cock and his tip was already glistening with precum.

You were so tempted to take him in your mouth, but you wanted this to be as fast as possible, so you scratched that thought.

You climbed back on top of him and then used your hand to position his cock at your entrance.

"Ah fuck y/n." Chan moaned as he slipped inside you and you gasped as you felt him fill you up.

You held on to the headboard of your bed for more support and started moving up and down slowly to gain a set rhythm.

Once you set the pace for your self you started going faster. You were cock drunk with the way he was stretching you out and hitting your sweet spot every time you came down. You were seeing stars.

"Fuck y/n I'm not going to last if you keep on doing this." Chan said and held your hips to slow you down.

"Good because the idea isn't for you to last." You said and took his hands off you.

You bent down to give him a kiss while rotating your hips and grinding on his cock.

"It feels so good chan. Oh my God." Your legs almost gave up on you right there and then, but you remembered that if you couldn't go on chan would take control and that would defeat the whole point of you doing this so you held on to the headboard for support and went back to the previous pace you set for yourself.

After a while Chan's groans started getting louder, and he started bucking up in to you so you knew he was about to cum.

"Fuck y/n." He groaned as he held your hips down and coated your walls white."

"Mhmm." You moaned as you rode him off his high, and went back down to kiss him before you got off to lie on the bed.

You both let out a sigh once your back hit the bed and chan pulled you in to plant a kiss on your lips.

He had that cheeky smile that you hated on his face again because he knew he won. You wished you could slap it off him.

"You love me so much." He said, teasing you.

"No, I don't, go to bed." You said and turned away from him.

"Come here." He said while laughing and pulled you close to him.

"What?" You asked after turning back to face him.

"I love you." He said while placing his head on your chest and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I know." You replied, not wanting to give into him a second time.

"Say it back." He said.

"No." You shot back at him.

Your boyfriend just loved being a little shit and annoying the fuck out of you, so he did the best thing he could think of which was tickling you because he knew you hated it.

"Okay, okay, chan, stop, I love you too." You said through tears from laughing too much.

"Goodnight, y/n." He said.

"Goodnight, Chan." You replied and ran your hands through his hair till you both fell asleep.

[vintagesuga]

☆Skz and Your relationship

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Ot8 Stray Kids/ gn! Reader

Warning: none

Summary: How private Stray Kids would be with your relationship. With both Stay and the members.

a/n: I didn't know how to title this, so I'm just rolling with it. 👍🏻

Chan will want to take things cautiously. He would always put your needs before his and if that means not telling anyone he is dating you, then so be it. He would totally ask if it's ok if he tells anyone and if you tell him no, he will respect that. If you are comfortable with people knowing then Chan would only tell the boys. He would prolong telling the media and Stay just because he knows how hard it can be being in the spotlight. Plus he would never want to willingly subject you to all the hate and shade some people throw their way. He wants only the best for you and your guy's relationship. Because this man is absolutely in love with you and never wants to lose you.

Minho would definitely put off telling people about your relationship only because he wants you all to himself. He doesn't necessarily want the media knowing so he will fight tooth and nail, however long it takes, just for your relationship to be private. He just feels like this is the one thing he is allowed to keep to himself. He definitely told the members once you were okay with it because he loves them and he loves you. He wants the people he loves most to be friends so that way he can rant and rave about his wonderful partner. He literally can’t shut up when your name comes up in conversation. Heart eyes and lovesick smile 100%. He doesn’t care if anyone teases him, he is just so in love with you.

Changbin would be like Minho to some degree. He would want to tell the members right away only for the simple fact that he wants them to know how amazing you are. Literally will talk anyone's ear off about how much he loves you. He would like to keep the relationship private from the media and Stay just because he knows they can be ruthless sometimes and he wants to protect you from that for as long as possible. He would ask once if you were ready to publicize your relationship and if you told him no he would wait for you to come to him. He definitely doesn't want to rush it. He has chosen you to be his one and only and he will stick beside you no matter what.

Hyunjin would tell the members right away, even before you two officially start dating. I just feel like he is very open with them. He wants to have an outlet to gush about his partner so for sure the first ones to hear about you were the rest of 00’ line. He would just be so proud to show you off to anyone who asks (and to who doesn't ask). This boy doesn’t let Stay know until he wants to. Hear me out, poor baby had it ruff in the past, going on hiatus. So because of this, I feel like he takes extra care not to accidentally blab about you on live. Even if he really wants to, he just doesn’t want to go through that again. He also loves you too much to lose you.

Jisung would 100% tell all the members the moment you start dating. It was never going to be a secret from them. I feel like when he is in love with someone he would just end up linking everything he does or sees with his partner. They're making a love song and Jisung automatically thinks of you. He sees something cute at a shop, he has already bought all the variations for you. Since he is so open with the members it was only a matter of time before he let it slip to Stay. He would be live and one of the boys would mention your favorite show or something similar and Jisung would automatically be like “Oh yeah me and (Name) just finished rewatching it.” His whole life flashes before his eyes right then and there.

Felix is just like Jisung. He is so in love with you that he just has to tell the members. It’s a necessity rather than a want. Every other word out of his mouth is your name, and he is constantly texting you and calling. He is so sweet and caring he just wants to make sure you know he loves you, since it's hard to see each other sometimes due to his tight schedule. On a live someone asks where he got a piece of clothing or jewelry and without missing a beat he would go, “(Name) got it for me, their so cute.” Felix panic ends the live, and immediately texts you a string of apologies. Only after you guys talk does he do damage control with the company and Stay.

Seungmin’s personal life is an enigma and he will make sure it stays that way. He is determined to keep you to himself and out of the public eye. He is just someone who doesn’t want all of his life publicized, and rightfully so. Sometimes he does feel bad when you guys can’t go on regular dates or post about each other, but you reassure him that you are fine with the way things are. He is so sweet too. His family knows about you but he just never got around to telling the members. They find out when you show up at the dorm with like a pair of Seungmin’s shoes or something. They're like “WTF YOU’RE HIS WHAT NOW!?” Stay definitely doesn’t find out until you guys are like married or something.

Jeongin is also cautious. He tells the members only after maybe a month or two into the relationship when he is certain that it's serious. He would want someone to give him advice because I feel like he would be scared to mess anything up. He isn’t one for voicing it but you could just tell that he is so in love. He buys things that remind him of you and treats you so kindly, soft baby. He wouldn’t tell Stay right away either but he would want to tell them at some point in your relationship. He loves you and he loves Stay so he would want to share you with them and them with you. He is just so sweet it melts your heart, you couldn’t possibly deny him anything.

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[ikleeknow]

₊˚ෆ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔.

—— eight days leading up to Christmas with Straykids.

info : fem!reader, seperate one-shots, fluff, best friend to lovers au, established relationship au, enemies to lovers au, friends to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, mature language, Christmas related, non idol au

note : heyyy!! it’s been so long ik ik I’ve been so lazy recently but I decided to be productive, hopefully it lasts! These might be posted during November to December ( mostly November ) as I will be busy most of December!, anyways please enjoy ❤️

𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔. - (bangchan)

— best friends to lovers au, fem!reader, lots of fluff!

summary: when you come over to your best friends house to simply make gingerbread houses it somehow ends in you confessing but what will happen when he finds out?

published: 17th of November

𝒐𝒉.. 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 - ( lee know)

— friends to lovers au, fem!reader, fluff,

summary: you get invited to a Christmas party and at first you weren’t planning on going but when you realise your crush, lee know, is going why not you go too? published : tba

𝑹𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆. - ( changbin )

— established relationship au, fem!reader, lots of fluff!

summary: you love decorating your tree and listening to Christmas music but what makes it even better is your boyfriends with you!

published : tba

𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒚. - ( hyunjin)

— enemies to lovers, fem!reader, at first Hyunjin is rude and cold but slowly gets softer, fluf

summary: your friends all plan to go ice skating but when you get there you can only see hyunjin, oh and did I tell you? they locked you in the rank too

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔. - ( han jisung )

— best friend to lovers, fem!reader, fluff FLUFF

summary: when Jisung comes over to your apartment for your yearly Christmas movie marathon

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈. - ( lee felix )

— established relationship au, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!

summary: there’s nothing better than spending Christmas Eve with your boyfriend and cooking Christmas cookies with him

𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖?. - (seungmin)

— stranger to lovers, fem!reader, fluff, the other boys make an appearance

summary: you love to go tree shopping and focus on always getting the best tree but when all your focus is taken away from a cute boy with his friends the trees don’t seem as important anymore

𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆. - (Jeongin)

— friends to lovers, fem!reader, fluff

summary: when it starts snowing outside you drag Jeongin outside to build snowman but why is it so cold outside?

authors note : I hope you guys enjoy this series! and hopefully it doesn’t take to long to get out 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[kpop-s-akura]

Like to Be You || b.cc

TEASER / Release Date: TBD

🌸Pairing: Bang Christopher Chan x fem!Reader 🌸Description: You and Chris have been dating for roughly half a year, not very long by most people's standards.

As expected in a relationship between an idol and a college student (and relationships in general), there's obstacles to overcome and things to learn, but you know you love each other very much — and love should be enough. And yet, there comes a breaking point and your and Chris' relationship hits a wall, as you two don't yet understand what it's like to be the other. 🌸Genre (s)/Content: SFW; angst; established relationship; curse words; mentions of familial issues; these will be added to and(/or) edited in the final work!

🌸Teaser Word Count: 540

🌸A/N: At the end; was too long lol

Happy reading!🖤🖤

🎶Now Playing:🎶 Like to Be You (feat. Julia Michaels) by Shawn Mendes

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“All right everybody, that’ll be all for today. I’ve uploaded the outline and I’ll see you all for the midterm; study hard!” The bustling of the students around me mingled with the low playing music that flowed through my earbuds — but neither did anything to distract me from the pounding headache that thumped my brain for the past day. 

Week. Month, more like it.

Ever since the professors had us start thinking about our midterms and semi-preparing for them, it’s like a fire lit under my ass and I felt it in my temples.

While I wasn’t pulling all-nighters to study (yet) and explicitly killing myself over the prospective tests (yet), I was stressed to hell in a way I couldn’t even fathom.

Was it because the school made an internal error, and now our midterms were weeks earlier than other colleges?

It’s inconvenient, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

I mean I am in my senior year. But it wasn’t even my final midterm, I still have another in March; thank fuck the school didn’t screw up both testing dates.

Perhaps the ugly feelings of my depreciating status with my mom was still busting my back. Was I not as truly indifferent to what was going on? 

Not like I thought I was.

My mom and I disagreed on many things, including how I would continue on with my life. It made for quite the strain on our bond and my mental health for a bit.

It was upsetting, but I adapted to our new dynamics and I often try to not think about it.

There was also the situation of my full-time job, which wasn’t offering me any rest from the business of school. 

I had been working at the same department store for almost my entire college career, and I got promoted to manager status because of that.

So it wasn’t a matter of first-day (or even first-year) nervousness, it was just an adult job that gave me adult stress and adult anger.

There were many other problems going on in my life, substantial and infinitesimal, but I never once considered my relationship with Chris to be one of them.

Bang Christopher Chan. Stage name, Bangchan.

Leader of fourth generation K-pop boy group and global sensation: Stray Kids.

Never, in my wildest dreams — even the ones I had during a fever — did I imagine myself dating an idol.

While I rarely ever listened to K-pop before, I did like a couple of songs and recognized the occasional idol thanks to friends who were a part of the fandom; of which almost all were Stays.

And it’s not like Stray Kids weren’t one of the biggest names in South Korea, at the time. I could usually recognize their faces from the numerous billboards, media ads, or pictures my friends would show me.

But at first, I didn’t recognize Chris.

In the middle of the National Museum of Korea, amidst the dozens — maybe even hundreds, that day — of visitors, it’s no wonder he had his identity wrapped up so tightly.

Unfortunately, when you’re a global superstar like Chan, you’re bound to be recognized in public by one of your superfans.

And that’s how we crossed paths.

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🌸A/N: Happiest birthday to my dear, Channie!!!!🥳🎂🎊🎉

In America at least lol.

I wanted to post this for his birthday, but many complications happened (including, but definitely not limited to, Hurricane Helene). Even now, I'm posting this much later than I originally meant to🫠🫠🫠

Regardless, I'm happy to post this teaser for his special day instead☺️ I have no idea when this'll actually be posted, I'm crossing my fingers for it to be before the end of October, but I have much more free time to work on it as I'm on an extended break!

Happy birthday again to my special boy!🥰🫶

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once was Mine

Chapter 1 - When he was hers

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series. Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

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Everyone knew Hwang Hyunjin. Of course they did, he was arguably one of the most gorgeous guys in town, and growing up with such a pretty face caused people to almost instinctively gravitate towards him. Instead of shrinking back from unwanted attention, this caused Hyunjin to flourish in charisma. He became a magnet, dazzling anyone and everyone with his sweet, effortless smile and crescent eyes. He was friendly, knowledgeable about every party in town, and casually flirty without somehow gaining any kind of negative reputation.

Everybody knew Hwang Hyunjin. But nobody knew him like you did.

The plush of his lips, the curve of his neck, the softness of his hair, how his frame is slender yet strong, how his arms felt wrapped around you. Sure, you weren’t the only girl to feel these things in general, but you didn't know of a single girl to feel these things twice, let alone the number of times you have.

You knew Hyunjin for a long time. Both your dad and his had hit it off at work and decided together to leave their company and start up their very own business together being painters.

It was just them two at first and money was tight, so to save themselves from having to hire babysitters they would instead drag Hyunjin and yourself along to help out whenever a no-school day landed on a secular work day.

It was awkward at first, two pre-teens with no previous painting experience being thrust together to paint fences or low house trimmings. But as time went on, the two of you began to grow used to each other and bonded over your shared fate of forced labor while your classmates got to stay home.

Eventually, your friendship would grow beyond your moments of labor and spill over to weekends and evenings. Your families would often share meals together and whenever the summers of your older years rolled around the two of you would often spend your days at eachothers houses, watching movies, hanging out in the backyard, swimming in the local creek or painting on canvases instead of walls in his bedroom.

You grew comfortable in each other's homes, rummaging through the fridge whether it was your own or not, lounging casually on the furniture, often climbing into each other's bed when one or both of you were tired and in need of a nap. Summers were your favorite time of year because summers were when you got Hyunjin all to yourself. Until high school started.

Suddenly, Hyunjin wasn't all yours anymore. His weekends and even some evenings were often filled with dates and parties. You never shared a class with him in school, so it wasn't odd not seeing him through the day - save for the friendly “hi” in passing between classes - but he would often walk you part of the way home every day.

Now, he would only hang out in the hallways or at the bus station with his clique. And while you stayed on with the painting business, becoming an official part-timer to earn some money, the company had grown enough that Hyunjin wasn't needed anymore. The only times you ever saw Hyunjin now were the occasional dinners your family and his would share together, assuming he even showed up, or when he would come visit your room in the middle of the night.

He would tap gently at your window, but you would always wake up. Hyunjin grew a little reckless before his final year of high school, often telling his parents he was at a friend's house when he was out partying or hooking up with a girl instead. And every time he was done, he would come to your room to sleep in your bed. The first time he ever did that, it startled you.

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“I can't go back home. Come on Y/N let me stay here just this once? Please?” He begged, his eyes sparkling. How could you say no to that?

You figured you'd just toss him a pillow and a blanket, and he'd sleep on the floor, so you let him in. Your heart almost stopped when he clambered into your bed, kicking off his shoes and yanking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” You hiss, closing your window to avoid staring at his abs, when did he get abs?

“Getting comfortable so I can sleep? What are you doing just standing there?” He asked, pulling back the comforter.

“I… I thought you were going to sleep on the floor or something.”

“Why would I do that when there's a perfectly good bed right here?” He replied, lounging back onto the mattress, giving you an incredulous look. “What are you waiting for? Get over here. I'm freezing.”

“Hyunjin I can't-!” You began, turning to face him when he cut you off.

“What's the big deal, Y/N?” He asked, “we used to nap together all the time when we were kids.”

“Yeah, but this - this is different.” You stammer out.

“How?” He asked, holding eye contact with you. You couldn't come up with an answer.

‘Because you're different,’ you wanted to say, but the words died before they could pass your lips. Instead, you silently made your way back to your bed, sliding in once Hyunjin made room for you on the mattresses. The moment you made yourself comfortable, he pulled the comforter tightly around the two of you, pulling you close against him. You shuttered the moment your bodies met, he really was cold and he physically relaxed as he wrapped himself around you.

You couldn't help but be aware of how small your bed was and how you two would be pressed against each other all night. The thought made your heart hammer in your chest.

“I can feel how tense you are.” He murmured against your hair.

You didn’t know what to say to that. After all, why wouldn't you be tense? The boy who was once your closest friend, who you hadn't really gotten to spend any quality time with since you couldn’t remember when, suddenly shows up at your window in the middle of the night, asking to sleep here in your bed, and you're supposed to just be fine with that?

“Why? It's just me, Y/N.” Something about how he said this irked you. It irked you enough to make you say something.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean Hyunjin? ‘It's just you’?” You snapped, making him pull back in surprise, the emotion clear on his face. “Hyunjin, I don't know who you are anymore. I never see you anymore. And now you want to show up out of the blue and just act like nothing’s changed between us? Like you haven't been ignoring me basically since we started high school?”

“What do you mean I've been ignoring you? When have I ever ignored you?” He asked defensively.

“Oh come on, Hyunjin,” you say exasperated, sitting up and looking down at him. “You never say hi to me at school anymore, you stopped walking me home, you never spend any time with me! You're always with your friends or your girlfriend!” Part of you was worried you were being too loud, that your parents would come in and get the wrong idea from the scene they would encounter. Miraculously, nobody came.

“Why?” You asked after a beat of silence, your throat getting tight with the tears that had begun to well up. “Why did you just abandon me? Is it… Is it cause I'm not popular enough? Your girlfriend doesn’t like me? Cause I'm not pretty?” Your voice choked out as you began to cry, your hands coming to your mouth to stifle your sobs.

Hyunjin laid there stunned. He couldn't believe himself. Did he really make you feel so abandoned? From his point of view, he wasn't going out of his way to ignore you or anything like that. To him, the two of you just didn't have any classes together. He never saw you in the halls, you never shared the same group of friends, and you two didn't work together anymore. Sure, he would hang out with his friends a lot, but he always made it a point to make it to the weekly dinners his and your families would have.

Well… maybe he's missed the last two… or three… okay, maybe four?

Oh god, he has been neglecting you. What an asshole.

Running his hands over his face before sitting up, Hyunjin only now realized exactly how badly he fucked up. Hesitantly reaching out, he first placed a hand on your shoulder to gage your reaction. You slightly jumped at the sudden contact but when he saw how you didn’t pull away he slowly wrapped his arms around your slightly trembling frame, once again pulling you close to hold you gently as you cry.

“I'm sorry…” he whispered, rubbing your shoulder gently. “I didn't realize I had pulled away so much. I didn't mean to, I just- I got so wrapped up in my own thing and just kind of took for granted that you'd always be there.”

Gingerly he moved his arms from around you and took your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “It wasn't because you're not popular, or because of some girlfriend- which i don't have, by the way. I just thought you were okay because you had your friends at school and your job and your family. I… I figured you were just as busy as I was, so I didn't need to reach out cause we would see each other whenever our parents all got together. But that wasn't fair of me to do to you.”

“I missed you.” You managed between sobs.

“I know that now, I'm sorry.” He said gently, placing his forehead against yours. “I'm so, so sorry Y/N. Please, forgive me and I'll never leave you alone again.”

You didn’t believe him. How could you? He already left you once, what's to stop him from doing it again? But a part of you hoped, a part of you wanted to believe him. Like you said, you missed him. So you agreed.

“If… if you do. I know where you live, Hwang Hyunjin.” You stutter out, trying your best to sound menacing while weakly glaring.

All this did was make Hyunjin laugh softly as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of your skin against his. How could he have forgotten how your very presence comforted him, how all the years you've spent together, all the memories, would wrap around him like a blanket?

“Can I still sleep here even though I made you cry?” He joked once your breathing calmed, managing to get a chuckle out of you.

“Yes,” you said with a shaky breath, “yes, you can.”

“Good.” He grinned with that dazzling smile of his as the two of you resumed your snuggled position from earlier.

“And for the record,” he said as he began to run his fingers through your hair, “I think you're stunning. You're absolutely beautiful Y/N, okay? So don't ever say you're not pretty ever again.”

It was from that night onwards that Hyunjin would come to see you in the dead of night, either because he needed a place to stay after a party or a hookup, or just because he missed you.

He was still as busy as ever, being Mr. Popular and all, but he kept his promise and tried to carve out time for you whenever he could aside from visiting you in the night, even if that was just saying “hi” in the halls or after school. He would also make it to dinner every single week, without fail, something your parents all delighted in. It seems you weren't the only one who missed seeing Hyunjin around.

One other thing he started doing ever since that night was he started calling you by a little nickname, one that made your friends question when you suddenly started dating the Hwang Hyunjin.

“What? No, we're not dating. We used to be really close when we were younger and just reconnected, that's all.” You told them as nonchalantly as possible.

“Yeah, ok, sure Y/N, whatever you say.” One of them said, not fully believing you. “But uhm… did he always use to call you ‘Beautiful’?”

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“Shh, quite Beautiful, we don't want to get caught.” Hyunjin murmured as he continued the leisurely roll of his hips, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot despite his warning.

As much as you attempted to keep quiet, you could still hear the soft echo of your escaping moans bouncing through the mirrored walls of the dimly lit dance studio. To help keep you quiet, Hyunjin moved his kiss swollen lips from the slope of your neck to your mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips. You kissed back eagerly, grateful for the attempt at finding something other than the sensation of Hyunjin pulling out agonizingly slowly only to bottom out with the same infuriatingly unhurried pace, torturously fucking you into the wall, watching how long you could endure.

Your mind was starting to go fuzzy when Hyunjin pinned your hand to the wall by your head, a subtle hint that you knew meant he was close.

Entwining your fingers together, Hyunjin held your hand firmly, growling as he dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, lifting your leg that was wrapped around his waist in search of a better angle. He suddenly wanted, no, needed to hear you screaming his name as languid thrust grew erratic.

You were close to cumming yourself, so close, you just needed a bit more, he could feel it. Dropping your hand to wrap both of his around your thighs, he gathered his strength before lifting you off the floor entirely. You couldn't help but gasp, impressed with this show of strength. You sometimes forgot just how strong he was.

“Come on Beautiful, cum for me.” He said, his voice hoarse and his thrusts turning sudden, quick and aggressive, his dick mercilessly slamming into you.

Wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders you felt your walls tighten and flutter around him as you hit your limit, cumming hard around his cock. But he didn't stop, instead speeding up. You were starting to become over-stimulated, gasps and moans carelessly spilling out of you as Hyunjin chased his own orgasm.

“Say my name Beautiful. I'm so close to cumming, I just need to hear you.” He rasped out and you couldn't help but readily comply with his request, forcing yourself to form the sounds it took to call out for him instead of making the incoherent noises you were making before.

Your worn and fucked out voice was all it took for him to finally cum, the sensation shaking his body as he rode out his orgasm inside you.

Unable to hold you up anymore he set you down as gently as he could, sliding out of you to quickly remove his condom and adjust his clothes. This gave you a moment to do the same, dressing yourself with shaky hands as Hyunjin did away with the evidence of what just happened.

“You okay Beautiful?” Hyunjins voice pulled you from your daze and he couldn't help but chuckle at the absolutely adorable expression on your face. It almost made him want another go.

“Yeah, I'm good.” You said, managing a smile despite how tired you felt. Feeling the wall for the light switch you squinted once the bright, fluorescent lights came alive, your eyes not wanting to adjust as Hyunjin made his way back to your side to pull you into his arms.

“Thank you for coming, I needed the stress relief.” He said as he kissed your hair, pulling you over to a table that sat in an alcove towards the corner of the dance studio, his desk.

“I needed it too,” you admitted, letting Hyunjin sit in his desk chair as you elected to sit on his desk where he had you moments earlier, his head buried between your legs.

“Work has been a lot?” He asked with a tip of his head, his hands resting comfortably on his stomach as he began swiveling his chair.

“Oh like you wouldn't believe!” You huffed, fishing out the hand-held mirror Hyunjin kept in his desk just for you and began scanning your reflection to fix any smudged makeup.

If anybody walked in right now, they never would have guessed that you two were doing anything other than hanging out based on Hyunjin alone. Being a dance instructor made it easy to dismiss Hyunjins' disheveled appearance and noticeable, glistening skin. You, however, still had to go through the extra effort of making yourself look presentable.

“My boss just loves to pile on the work. I miss working for our dads. It was such an easy job, and they never breathed down my neck.” You complained, giving a frown when you heard Hyunjin snicker next to you. “Don't laugh. We can't all work our dream job.”

“It's just funny. You're the one who was so excited to get out from under our dads, but now you're realizing just how good you had it with them.” He teased as he slid his desk chair in front of you to help you straighten up.

“As if you didn't do the same.” You pout.

“Oh, I didn't complain while I was working with them.” He shot back, reaching out to wipe a smear of lipgloss you had missed from the corner of your lips. He got you there.

A phone alarm caught your attention, causing you to heave a heavy sigh.

“Time to go.” You said.

“Or you could always stay and sit in.”

“No thanks. I'm not really in the mood for any more dating allegations from your younger students. And I'm definitely not in the mood for your thirsty ass adult students glaring at me.”

“Come on, baby, stay. You could hang out in the staff lounge.” He offered.

“Pet names like that is why people think we're dating, you know.”

“I think the new guy likes you, could give you two a chance to get acquainted.”

“Pass.”

“Boo… fine.” Hyunjin said with a pout as he flopped back into his chair, a hand melodramatically clutching at his heart. “Go ahead, leave me. It's obvious you don't love me anymore.”

“Yeah, because it's not like I drove over an hour from home to see you or anything.” You scoff as you slip off the desk, poking him playfully on the forehead and laughing at how he acted like you had just punched him square in the face.

Hyunjin had moved from your small town to the nearby city to attend college and became a permanent resident when he got his job at an all-ages dance studio. Meanwhile, you stayed in your hometown and moved into an apartment with your high school friend Jisung, but you would come and see Hyunjin whenever you missed him and he had time to spend with you. Lately, those moments have started to become fewer and further apart.

“Do you really have to go home?” He asked as you did one final once over of your reflection in the dance studio mirrors.

“Unfortunately. I promised Ji I'd join him and the guys for karaoke tonight. I'm already going to be late cause I decided to stay here longer instead of leaving this morning like I planned.”

Hyunjin frowned, draping himself over your shoulders in defeat. He wanted to whine, to make you stay, to not have to give you back, but he didn't want to keep you from your friends. Especially not when you already made the commitment to spend time with them. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, and you knew he was going to walk you out this way. Luckily for you, though, he only took you so far as the front door of the building.

“Promise me you'll come see me again soon, okay, Beautiful?” He whispered into your ear before letting you go.

“I promise.” With a kiss to his cheek, you were out the door and to your car. You didn't want to admit this, but you were eager to be on your way back home. As much as you loved spending time with Hyunjin, recently, he's been too busy to see you or even really talk to you. You knew it wasn't his fault, he loved putting his all into his job and deserved a social life outside of your friendship, so you decided to try to busy yourself by spending more time with Jisung and his friends.

You loved spending time with them, with all of them, of course, but mostly one of them in particular.

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Pairing: Chow/Finn/Ratso/Tohru/Valmont

Word Count: ~500

A/N: Day one for @polyshipweek using prompts 'team as polycule' and "Is that my hoodie?"!

A lot of strange things happen around the Dark Hand. Personally, Tohru would like to blame the demon-dragon living in Valmont’s office. But strange things happened before then, as well. Really, he figures it’s more a consequence of who they all are as people and the Enforcer’s desire to knick shiny things mixed with Valmont’s desire to be rich. He can’t say it hasn’t worked out well for them so far.

Besides the point, though.

Tohru can’t find his hoodie. At first glance, this may not seem very strange. But for Tohru, who is cold and swears he recently saw it, it is. The last place he put it was the entryway to the penthouse. It was simply good manners to hang it with the rest of the jackets. Without it being there, he checks the closet, the living room- though he knows it’s not there, since he was just in there reading-, and even the kitchen. Yet he finds it nowhere. It’s not a very easy hoodie to lose, being a quadruple X, but he’s seemed to manage it anyway as he goes through the rest of the penthouse, even the bedroom.

Finally, Tohru just concedes and returns to the bedroom for a blanket. His hoodie would’ve been preferred, it’s easier to read with sleeves, but at least it’ll keep him warm. He grabs one of the blankets from the bed and wraps it around his shoulders.

When he returns to the living room, the clouds have opened and are snowing upon the city. Up here, it always looks beautiful. Delicate snowflakes falling in a dance. Or, as is now, a heavy waltz. The reported snowstorm is finally happening. Tohru smiles to himself, holding the blanket tighter, and turns to the four heads he can just see over the back of the couch.

He rounds the couch to join them and stops when he sees Ratso curled into his own blanket, against Finn who is inside dark green cloth along with Chow and Valmont. Chow is tucked between them, likely because he’s the shortest of the group. Tohru blinks. “Is that my hoodie?”

“Yes,” Valmont says, unashamed, looking from the window to him. “It’s quite warm.”

Ratso makes a noise, pouting. Apparently he was unable to fit. Tohru frowns himself.

“I was looking for that,” Tohru says, more resigned than anything. The three of them look comfortable, curled into his hoodie. He won’t deny them it. Really, any annoyance he might feel stems solely from how much he searched.

“We found it in the closet,” Chow says. Which is not where Tohru thought he’d left it. Valmont must’ve put it away yesterday.

With his boyfriends deciding to join and the falling snow, Tohru moves to start a fire in the penthouse’s fireplace. The fireplace is one of the reasons Valmont moved them to this building, as well as picking the top floor. Ratso walks away as he works on getting the fire to a nice blaze and the sounds of putting in the kitchen reach them before Ratso returns with a tray of hot chocolate and tea and popcorn for whatever movie they will watch as Tohru reads and Valmont works one-handed on a crossword puzzle. Tohru smiles down at his book when he cracks it back open.

[iwaoiness]

Valentine's

When Oikawa shuffles to the bathroom after getting out of bed (once he stretching like a cat, rubbing his face and staring at the ceiling with his feet on his boyfriend's back for five minutes while rethinking his existence in the vast world), he expects to relieve himself and begin his sacred three-step skincare before the daily duel with his hair.

This time, however, he is only able to do the former.

As he lifts his gaze from the sink, hands freshly cleansed, to meet his reflection, Oikawa’s sleepy eyes widen like saucers and his lips part. Instead of his reflection, there are dozens and dozens of white post-it notes covering the entire mirror— each slip of paper has different strokes on it, forming a giant tulip whose petals are painted in sky blue.

What the actual fuck.

Oikawa blinks and then rubs his eyes, thinking he’s still dreaming. But the drawing is still there, and when he gets a little closer, eyes squinting to fight his myopia, he can read the same thick, crooked kanjis that all the slips of paper have in the bottom corner: turn me.

With a tentative hand, he plucks the first post-it note, flipping it over with curiosity.

you’re my calm

The smile immediately spreads across Tooru's face, genuine, tender and drunk with love. Warmth begins to blossom inside his chest, spreading with the fluffiness of a cloud throughout his body, as he reaches another post-it.

you’re beatiful

And another one.

you’re mine

And then another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another.

you’re my light

you’re my home

you’re serenety

im in love with your bed hair

dont forget to wash your teeth

"Asshole" Oikawa, leaning against the sink, sneers with a wet voice but an indelible smile on his face as he continues to take the post-its and read them, one by one.

you’re my strength

you’re the heart of my heart

my tall and pretty boy

our souls are mates

you’re intelligent as hell

you’re my valentines

i couldn’t be prouder to have u as a partner

te quiero tanto, tooru

loving you is being free

you’re my favourite constellation

And when he reaches the last note and turns around, Tooru wants to cry.

Or well, he's already crying.

you're all i need and want

Oikawa lets out a soft laugh through his tears, sniffling through his nose before wiping his face with one of his shirt sleeves.

He loves Hajime so much that all that love overflows from his heart. Their bond is so strong, so solid, so immense, so ethereal. There are no words to encompass it, nothing that comes close. Loving Iwa-chan is part of his being, something he's been doing since before he could even babble.

And it's the same for Hajime. He loves Tooru as Tooru loves him. And he doesn't need more. They don't need any more.

He carefully leaves the post-its on the high shelf in the bathroom and runs back to the room. Iwaizumi (who pretends to sleep until he hears his boyfriend's hurried footsteps and smiles) barely has time to roll onto his back before Oikawa leaps at him, taking his breath away with a big oof.

"How did you do that?" Oikawa murmurs against Iwaizumi's neck, his long arms stretched out on either side of his head and his legs entangled.

Hajime snorts with amusement, wraps Oikawa against his chest, gently kisses his temple and plunges his hand into his tousled tresses.

"It hasn't been difficult having a boyfriend with such a heavy sleeper”

Oikawa lets out a mock squawk of indignation, shaking his head in playful disbelief. Iwaizumi turns to face him, his grin widening as he locks eyes with Oikawa's narrowed gaze, his irises gleaming like honey in the sunlight against his flushed cheeks. They're close, close enough for their noses to almost touch, and Hajime can discern each freckle sprinkled across Tooru's nose.

“I hate you, Iwa-chan. You'd better have a real bouquet of tulips ready” Oikawa arches an eyebrow, but his lips curve treacherously into a genuine smile as his hand now moves to caress Iwaizumi's face.

"I knew I should have drawn a cactus" He rolls his eyes in amusement, giving Tooru's waist a gentle squeeze as he laughs.

"I love you so much," Oikawa whispers shortly after, gently stroking Iwa’s cheek with his thumb. "You are all I need and want, too. My everything."

Iwaizumi tilts his face and rubs his nostrils tenderly, his eyes watery and love coursing through his veins with the warmth of the summer sun.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tooru."

...

hope u enjoyed valentine's day!! ♡ 

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[enchantingjacarandas]

News

Pairing: Bang Chan / Seungmin

Tags: Exposed Relationship, K-pop Idols, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Other Sites to Read on: Ao3 or Wattpad

Words: 3,301

Chan had been through a rough day. It seemed anything that could go wrong, was going wrong. He had lost all the progress he made that day working on his latest song. It was caused by the combination of forgetting to save and a blackout. Just his luck. 

He hopped onto the couch in his dorm and exhaled. Looking through his texts he saw a message from his boyfriend Seungmin. “Just a reminder you looked stunning today <3” Chan couldn’t help but smile at the message. Somehow, Seungmin always knew what to say.

As he tapped through his phone he saw a new video from the news youtube channel of KPOP Junkee. Having nothing better to do, he decided to watch it. He stared blankly at the screen. His demeanor started to melt after a few jokes in making a small smile creep onto his face. Then his heart started to race a little when he heard the transition to Stray Kids, as far as he’d known Stray Kids hadn’t done anything of recent that would be newsworthy.

“Normally, I don’t speak on issues till there is an official statement from the company or parties involved, but after how much attention this is gaining online I figured I would have to cover it. Photos have been leaked of Kim Seungmin and Bang Chan looking as if they were kissing. Now you have some people online debunking this, while others are saying the evidence is undeniable. Either way I think we need to respect the idols' privacy.”

Chan felt his blood run cold. He paused the video and sat frozen for a while. He let out an exhausted sigh and scratched his head in frustration. He searched on Twitter for the picture and it wasn’t hard because, of course, they were first on trending. He slightly prayed that it wasn’t him and Seungmin. 

He looked at the pictures he wasn’t even sure when it was taken, yet there was no mistaking it. The photo was sort of blurry, it looked like it had been taken from quite a distance. It was outside and Chan was wearing a colorful outfit while Seungmin had neutral colors. He searched for people debunking it. Hoping that they would have something he could latch onto in his statement.

Just then a ring pulled Chan from his thoughts. It was the door. He looked through the camera to see who was on the other side. It was Seungmin. Chan kept his face hidden down low as he opened the door. He quickly let his boyfriend inside. It was 3racha’s and Hyunjin’s dorm anyways, but Chan didn’t want any more photos to leak, adding to the story. Seungmin's tears had been evident from his red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Seungmin reached out his arm for a hug, but Chan backed away.

Chan surveyed the house and quickly shut down any of the open blinds. He double checked to make sure there was no way to be outside looking into the apartment. After making sure they were safe, Chan finally hugged Seungmin. Seungmin sighed in relief of finally being in his boyfriend’s embrace. He sobbed out as he buried his face in Chan’s neck.

Chan spoke, “Shhhh it’s okay.” He rubbed circles on Seungmin’s back.

“It’s not okay,” Seungmin said out of frustration. He pulled away a bit before hating the cold, wanting to be close to his boyfriend once again. He grabbed Chan and held him closer than before. Tears left behind with the cold.

“They are really blurry, we’ll figure out who posted them.” Chan soothed Seungmin while patting him on the head.

Seungmin’s voice came through muffled as kept his grip. “We were so careful. How did this happen?”

“I’m not sure. If I’m being honest, I don’t even know where the location in the picture is. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even been there.” Chan pulled away trying to remember where the photo could have been taken. 

“I knew this was a risk when we got together.” Tears welled up in Seungmin’s eyes as he sighed. “I guess, I just never actually thought this would happen. I thought we could be like those other couples that never get caught.”

“I know.” Chan needed to be strong. Like a true leader he would assess the situation and make plans. His feelings would have to wait for later. “Did the company call you?”

Seungmin nodded. “Yes, I told them I didn’t think it was me because I don’t remember that day either.”

“Yeah...” Chan bit his bottom lip while furrowing his brow. He wondered where and when this mystery picture was even taken.

Seungmin continued explaining the situation with the company. “They said they would release a statement tomorrow morning, because I told them you were asleep after a long day. They said after they get your statement they’ll say something.”

“Want to head to bed then?” A smile graced Chan’s lips as he spoke. Seungmin knew Chan well. It was hard for Chan to keep up his front. Seungmin made him feel safe and comforted. He allowed himself not to worry. He just wanted to be Seungmin’s boyfriend at that moment. The rest of the world could wait. It didn’t hurt that Chan was also in desperate need of sleep.

Seungmin exasperatedly spoke. “Yes please.” When no movement was made Seungmin gave Chan puppy dog eyes. “You mean together right?” Seungmin had almost fallen asleep when the company called him. At the news his nerves kept him on edge until he saw Chan. Once he was finally in Chan’s arms, his nerves drift away. He wasn’t quite ready for them to jolt him awake again. He hoped with Chan by his side the nerves would stay back and he could rest easy. 

“Of course together. You know I can’t sleep without you.” While dramatized, the statement was closer to the truth than a lie. Technically Chan could sleep without Seungmin, but only if he tired himself, to the point of passing out. He spent most of his nights like that, it was quite routine. However, with Seungmin around he was easily lulled into dream land. His body felt secure with him around.

They had originally wanted to dorm together but worried about raising too many red flags. They always ended up sleeping at different times regardless. Plus, it made sleeping with one another a more special and joyous occasion. At least that was what they told themselves to better cope with the empty nights.   

Chan grabbed Seungmin’s hand as he led him into his room. Seungmin’s eyes panned around, it was a room he had been in many times before. Sometimes he’d wait for Chan to get done working alone here. Other times he’d rush over as soon as he saw Chan was heading home and he’d pretend to sleep. Somehow Chan always seemed to know when he was faking it. Seungmin wondered what his tell was, but more enjoyed Chan catching him by making him laugh. Chan approached the bed as Seungmin watched.

“Channie, you should wash your face.”

Chan playfully pouted. “I don’t want to, I’m tired.”

“Want me to wash it?” Chan simply nodded his head in response with his classic childish smile. Seungmin chuckled at the sight. “How’d I get as lucky to have someone as cute as you for my boyfriend?” Chan beamed at the praise.

“Come on.” Seungmin spoke. Intertwining their hands, Seungmin lightly pulled Chan into the bathroom. Tiredly Chan closed his eyes and followed behind his boyfriend. Seungmin had let out a slight giggle at the childish nature of Chan. 

Seungmin grabbed the basket where Chan kept all his facial skin care. Chan stood in front of the sink while Seungmin sorted out everything he would need for tonight. Chan's eyes grew heavy. Turning to look at his boyfriend Seungmin saw the tired man and sighed. He decided he should just keep the routine simple for the night.

He placed a pink fluffy headband on his boyfriend and wore a matching white one. He had already done his night routine earlier but didn’t want his hair to get in the way. Then he propped himself up on the counter so Chan could look at the mirror or him while he worked. Seungmin was taller this way, thus felt like he could focus more on Chan. He glanced over Chan’s products and grabbed what he needed.

After Seungmin got Chan’s face wet he quickly got a towel to catch the water droplets falling off his face. Getting out Chan’s cleanser Seungmin placed some in his hand and then spread it on Chan’s face. He carefully avoided Chan’s mouth and eyes as he scrubbed around. After he was satisfied he washed off his hands along with Chan's face. Chan gave a little shake, almost looking like a dog who was caught out in the rain. Seungmin giggled as he got out the towel to help remove the excess water. After Chan was dry Seungmin got the next product. He dabbed a cotton pad with some toner and covered Chan’s face with it.

When Chan’s skin care routine was finally done Seungmin put everything away and pushed himself off the counter, back to the floor. He surveyed the room for what else they might need to do before bed. That’s when it caught his eye. He looked back over at Chan who was showing clear signs of tiredness. Seungmin decided he would try to be quick.

“Here’s your toothbrush.” Said Seungmin, while handing it to him. Chan took it with closed eyes, he kept them shut as he brushed his teeth. Seungmin chuckled at his boyfriend’s childish actions. His sleepy face always made him look so tiny. Seungmin secretly loved babying him. Although he tried his best to hide it, for fear of it getting old if it occurred too much.

Sleeping Seungmin had curled up next to Chan on the bed. He snuggled deeper into Chan’s neck. Chan's eyes suddenly shot open as a thought crossed his mind. He placed Seungmin’s arm off of him, he had to check if his theory was correct. Looking at their positions Chan knew there was no way he could get out of bed without waking Seungmin up. That’s what he gets for sleeping next to the wall. He decided to just rip the band-aid off and wake Seungmin up while getting out of bed.

Seungmin groaned. “You know I don’t mind your insomnia, but I was hoping we could get some sleep tonight.” 

”I’m sorry honey.” Chan placed a soothing hand on Seungmin’s arm before pulling away. “I can’t stop thinking about that photo. I don’t remember ever wearing that shirt.” 

Seungmin shook his head in response, pointlessly asking, “Does this have to be now?” Chan ignores him as he heads across the room.

“Seungmin, look at my closet.” Chan flicked on the lights as he opened up his closet door. Seungmin whined at the sudden brightness.

Seungmin stared blankly at the black void of Chan’s clothes. “Okay so…” 

“It couldn’t have been me, all my shirts are black.” Chan said as he gestured towards his clothes. Seungmin wanted to laugh at the absurdity in front of him, but was far too tired and grouchy to do so. It’s not like they always wore their own clothes, they were idols afterall. Seungmin did note that they wouldn’t usually kiss while on the job though. It might be the solution, but it wasn’t worth getting up for in Seungmin’s eyes.

“Channie, that's great, but let’s let morning Chan deal with that. Right now you need to comfort your grumpy boyfriend, who is in your bed.” Seungmin had just been reminded of their situation. He desperately wanted to sleep to forget about everything. Even if the calmness was just in his dreams. When he was almost there his boyfriend had woken him up, taking him away from serenity. It was now up to his boyfriend to fix things.

Chan slid into the bed next to Seungmin. “Oh, and how should I do that?” Seungmin smiled shyly. Chan slowly hovered over him, cadging him so he couldn’t run away.  Seungmin would be lying if he said he wanted to run though. He wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by his boyfriend.

Chan leaned in and pressed his lips on Seungmin's. It was gentle at first but slowly turned more passionate. Their lips were meant for each other, slotting together, like they had done countless times before. They knew one another, and thus were each other’s refuge. Seungmin’s hands started to wander to the bottom of Chan's shirt. One hand slid under while the other wanted the shirt to be gone and slightly pulled at it. 

“Are you sure?” Chan asked.

“I don’t wanna do everything, but we can have some fun. Right?” 

“Of course, anything you want.” Chan gave Seungmin a quick peck before taking off his shirt. Seungmin’s eyes couldn’t leave Chan's chest. It wasn't the first time he was seeing this view, but for a second he worried if it would be the last time. He chased the thought away by leaning up and kissing Chan’s neck.

“Seungmin, be careful, the last thing we need is a mark.” Seungmin soured at the statement. Chan was right, but Seungmin didn’t want to think about that stuff right now. He wanted to pretend everything was normal and that this was just another night. He feared if he didn’t pretend then he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

“Can we pretend this is just like any other night?” Seungmin gave his classic puppy dog eyes.

“Well if that’s the case, then…” Chan pushed Seungmin back onto the bed. Chan’s hand hovered over Seungmin’s buttoned PJ top. “Can I?”

“Yes, I don’t care if you leave marks.” Chan wondered for a second if he should really do it. As he un-buttoned the shirt he recalled that Seungmin didn’t have anything particularly revealing for stage outfits in the chest area. 

Chan smirked as he leaned in, sucking dark marks into Seungmin’s soft skin. Seungmin’s eyes fluttered closed as he focused on the feeling. The warmth on his neck. The ghosting of Chan’s hands around his body. His hands wandered to Chan’s back, he desperately wanted to claw out his feelings. He wanted Chan to know he was doing a good job instead he opted just to press down his palms with his feelings. Chan enjoyed the pressure. Chan added a few more marks before stopping and giving light kisses all around Seungmin’s body.

Chan glanced at Seungmin’s nipple before shaking off the idea. He knew if he ended up going too far he’d be lost in lust and they’d end up doing everything tonight. That wasn't what Seungmin wanted, so it wasn’t something Chan wanted.

Chan placed one last kiss on Seungmin’s neck before coming to a stop. The warmth of Chan’s breath cascaded over him. His mind stilled, this moment with his boyfriend made a peaceful wave of content washed over him. He fell asleep with Chan’s arms still around him. Chan slightly sat up after a bit to check if he was really asleep.

He stared at his sleeping boyfriend, he looked so serene. He began to wonder if he could imprint this moment as a memory. It didn’t feel like the last time they’d be sleeping together, but just in case Chan wanted to take it all in. He didn’t want to forget a single detail of his sleeping boyfriend. However, the longer he studied the more heavy his eyes grew. Eventually sleep crept up on him and he slowly drifted into his dreams.

Even though this was a stressful time, Stray Kids still had to keep up appearances. Besides, if they canceled anything, it would only add to the rumors. They were currently backstage getting ready to perform for a show. The members were getting makeup done, sleeping, or simply keeping to themselves. 

Seungmin peered at Chan across the room. Seungmin had recommended they keep their distance unless behind closed doors. Yet, he wondered how Chan was taking it and what he was doing on his phone. 

After dying in his game once again Chan looked for another app to bring him entertainment. He scrolled through Twitter and read various comments.

“The statement saying they don’t recall anything is just a plain lie. They are just coming up with a lame excuse, but the evidence is obvious.”

“Apparently the hacker who posted the first photo said they are going to release more. Is it bad if I’m excited to see more of them?”

“This whole situation is disgusting. Why does everyone feel like it's okay to out people just because they're famous?” 

In reply another comment followed. “Shut up, don't take the fun out of this. My ship is sailing!!!”

“Do you guys think Chan is seeing some of our comments? Maybe you guys should be more respectful just in case.”

Chan turned his phone off and sighed. This whole situation only seemed to be making their fans into a warzone. Chan wondered if the hacker was the real deal or if they were just someone trying to mess with him and Seungmin. Either way, he just wanted the drama to go away.

Chan smiled when he saw the new K-pop Junkee update. He was excited the truth was finally out. 

“Hello, today we are going to start with the update for the Stray Kids situation I talked about last week. The person posting the photo previously claimed they were a hacker. Stating they got access to the picture and more photos during a blackout at the JYP building. However, after more released photos people started noticing some of the pictures looked similar to something else. Yes. That's right, it turns out the photos had been edited from a Thai BL series. It looks like all the photos were pulled from multiple BLs.

The hacker apologized on social media saying they thought the pictures were real and that’s why they released them. You had some people saying that even if they were real the hacker shouldn’t have done anything for it’s up to the idol to say when they're in a relationship straight or otherwise. People also said that it’s not cool to out idols and everyone deserves to come out when they want. Even if you want idols to be gay or think they might be, wait until they are ready.”

Although this situation had caused much of a disturbance in Chan’s life he felt like he had learned a lot from it. He put more thought into what would happen if one day the truth of his and Seungmin’s relationship came into the public’s eyes. He was glad Stays were at peace with each other once again. He hoped they learned from this situation as well.

Chan leaned over and gave Seungmin a light peck on his cheek before staring into his eyes. Seungmin let out a light giggle. Chan was so in love with everything Seungmin did he was thankful this situation was in the past and now he had Seungmin all to himself again.

Seungmin smiled, “What’s with that look?”

“You’re all mine now.”

Seungmin laughed once again. “When did I ever stop being yours?” Seungmin planted a kiss on Chan’s lips. Chan attempted to chase after the lips that were once on his, before he could capture them Seungmin reclined away lightly pushing him back.

Chan smirked and spoke. “That does it, no more hold back from me.” Chan leaned over, but before he could get too close Seungmin took off running into Chan’s room.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” He shouted as he shut the door trying to find a place to hide.

The apartment was once again filled with their laughter.

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A/N: Finally the last result of the poll is posted. I appreciate you always sticking around. Thank you so much for reading!! <3

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Gonna Drop Dead at This Rate || Chanlix

✧Word count: 4k

✧Read time: 15 minutes~

✧Rated: T

Summary:

Raffle fic won by Lixieloveangie from the Stay with Palestine fundraiser ran by St4y Community Events on twitter! Thank you for donating to a good cause, hope you all enjoy! Prompt: chanlix are in an established relationship, Felix does/says something in frustration that he doesn’t mean to upset Chan. Chan feeling hurt starts to avoid Felix and it gets so bad that the guys step in and are like look Felix you need to fix this Title from The Grey by Bad Omens

CW// mentions of alcohol

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Oh Captain, My Captain by karasunovolleygays

“Iwa-chan?” “What now?” “Have you ever, you know, stuck up for me when I wasn’t around?” “Don’t be a dumbass.”

Second years Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime sit outside of the coach’s office, waiting to be called in one by one. The fact that they are separated makes Hajime uneasy. What has to be said that can’t be said in front of both of them?

I just love how Iwaizumi defends Oikawa and how real this situation could have been! Just a great fic!

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[niabang]

Peaceful Arguments

Pairings: Bangchan × fem reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and your boyfriend got into a huge fight and you have a "special" way of reconciling.

Warnings: smut included (Minors dni). Hard dom/possessive chan, angst, angry/makeup sex, bratty sub reader, overstim/edging, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy.) Drew inspiration from Chan's bbl messages if you can tell hahaha.

More under the cut!!

Well, this honeymoon phase ended pretty quickly. How did you and your boyfriend go from finding everything adorable and cute to fighting every now and then?

You could still live with it. It was just the usual couple bickering, and it always ended with you bent over the kitchen counter or squirming under your boyfriend, so a win was a win for you.

But it never got this bad. This time, voices were raised, and insults were bouncing off the walls of your apartment.

"Y/n, I don't have time for this. Just leave me alone." Your boyfriend Chan said standing right in front of you.

"What do you mean you don't have time for this when you started it!?" Why was he pulling the victim card when he instigated this mess?

"What the fuck did I start y/n?" He was really acting innocent.

"Well, for starters, you pulled me out of a party and yelled at me in public, insinuating that i was cheating on you while you were right there? That was so embarrassing. You're being such an immature dick right now." You said.

"I'm immature? How did you expect me to react when you were basically fucking another guy just 10 inches away from me huh? Don't act stupid because I know you aren't." Okay, maybe the dance you shared with your former classmate did get a bit too intimate, but you shut it down once you saw he was getting the wrong idea.

Your boyfriend was kind of (really) overreacting right now.

"Did you just call me stupid?" You asked him cocking an eyebrow.

"Y/n I didn't call you stupid. I said, "Don't act like it." Use your head." Oh, he was actually calling you stupid.

"You're being so fucking dramatic right now Chan. You asked me who he was, and I told you he was a former classmate from high school. I told you that I fucking shut it down when I noticed he was getting the wrong message..."

"You yelled at me in PUBLIC Chan fucking hell I am not a child or your property I'm a grown woman who can think and speak for herself."

"Okay, then y/n go think for yourself into someone else's pants I don't want to have this conversation anymore." There was no way he was being serious.

"You are such an insecure bitch, I hate you so much. I can't stand you." You said.

"Then I'll leave then. Let's talk tomorrow because you're clearly confused." He turned and picked up his car keys from a tiny bowl on the kitchen island and proceeded to the door.

"No. Who said anything about tomorrow? Don't come back till you're ready to accept the fact that you're wrong and apologise to me." He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

"Now that's where you have it wrong. I won't be back until YOU apologise to me and cut off all contact with that guy whatshisface..." Wow, so you were both dropping ultimatums now okay.

"He has a name, and it's Brandon." You corrected him, and just at the perfectly wrong timing, you received a call, and it was Brandon. Chan took a look at your phone and laughed.

"Oh fuck off y/n." He walked out and closed the door behind him then you heard his car zoom off.

Good riddance.

You called Brandon back, and the poor guy was only calling to apologise for causing war between you and your boyfriend and even offered to speak to him on your behalf but you told him not to bother.

Not that it would even work. That would only make things worse between you and chan.

You slept it off and woke up the next day expecting to see texts and missed calls from your boyfriend, but you got nothing.

You were a bit hurt because part of you hoped that he would come crawling back, but you couldn't have everything you asked for. Could you?

It was 4 p.m. now, and you had successfully spent your day lazing about and binge watching a crappy sitcom on Netflix.

You missed your boyfriend. You really did, but you had to be strong because you knew you weren't the one in the wrong.

God, you were so pathetic. You hadn't even eaten all day because of a man, and it made you remember how mad he'd get if he realised that you were skipping meals and not taking care of yourself properly.

Life was so sickening without him (it had only been a day).

You decided you were going to make yourself a quick sandwich because you were already dying of heartbreak, and it'd be wrong to add hunger to your struggles.

6:30 p.m., you received a text from Chan saying he was coming over to pick up his stuff and added that you could throw them out if you wanted to.

He was so dramatic. You replied to him with a simple "fine" and turned off your phone.

You were just about to start making your sandwich when you heard a key turn in the lock.

He was here to pick up his stuff.

You were so happy to see him, but you had to keep your cool and act like you weren't because you didn't want to stroke his already inflated ego.

"Am I not going to get a hey or anything?" He said after he had come in and locked the door, but you completely ignored him and kept on eating your sandwich at the kitchen island.

"So you're ignoring me now, huh? You gon do me like that?" You still didn't pay any attention to him and kept munching on your sandwich.

You heard him scoff and watched him find his way into your once shared bedroom.

You shouldn't have looked up at him, though, because now you were horny. Did he really have to wear the grey sweatpants and compression shirt combo today? Of all days?

He was definitely doing this on purpose. He knew what he was doing, but no, you weren't going to give in.

He came out of the bedroom carrying his two suitcases and proceeded to the living area to pack up his console and the other things that accompany it.

You stood up from the chair you were eating on, and you were now leaning backwards with your elbows rested on the kitchen island.

You were watching his every move in silence.

You expected him to just finish packing his stuff and leave, but he stopped halfway, got up, and started walking towards you?

He came closer till there was only an inch of space between you two, and you had to crane your neck upwards to look at him.

"Baby, what are we even doing?" He said and your stomach did a thousand flips.

"I don't know you tell me." You were determined not to fold today.

"What do I have to do to make you come back to me." He sighed and placed his hands on your hips. Fuck.

You placed your hands on his and took them off your hips, and widened the gap between you two a bit.

"Come on." He said in an almost whiny tone.

"Beg me." You didn't even think before you spoke, but that was the smartest thing you had said in a while.

Your boyfriend looked at you unbelievably and scoffed at you like there was no way he was going to do it.

"You can just pack up and leave if you aren't going to do it." You were doing so good.

"Okay, fine, you win." There was no way he was actually agreeing to this.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry for being an insecure and immature boyfriend. I acted like a dick and I was in the wrong but it's been hell without my girl and I miss her so fucking much my heart hurts, my tummy hurts, my head hurts and I can't even think straight it feels like the walls are closing in on me and I'm going to stop breathing at any second..."

"Bro, okay, I accept. Stop being a drama queen." You said half laughing at your boyfriend.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?" He asked.

"Say, please." Maybe you just wanted to hear him beg a tiny bit more.

"Please y/n can I kiss you, please?" He was surprisingly playing along well.

"Ye-"

You felt his lips on yours before you could even finish your sentence. Oh God, you missed this. You missed him.

You guys were kissing each other so hungrily with tongues gliding in and out of each other's mouths. You could feel his hard on against you and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you.

Chan bit your lower lip, and you felt him smile against your lips when you let out a moan. He was so damn cocky.

You started to undo the strings to his pants, but when he realised what you were doing, he broke the kiss and moved away from you.

You were slightly (very) confused as to why he did that, and you're pretty sure you whined as he broke contact between you two.

He looked at you up and down and bit his lip.

"When did you get this skirt? Is it new?"

You looked down at what you were wearing and it was even too short to be called a skirt but you were at home so who cares?

"It's not new. I've had it for years, but I stopped wearing it because it got too short." Why were you guys talking about clothes when he could be breaking your back right now?

"I want to be rough with you." Oh, you were so back.

"Then be rough with me." You replied, looking straight into his eyes.

"Fuck." Chan said. Before you could even say anything else, you were being hoisted up onto the kitchen island, and chan went back to devouring your lips.

He went down to your neck with a hunger, and your hands went into his hair. He was definitely leaving marks on your skin.

You were moaning his name uncontrollably, and you guys hadn't even gotten started yet. Maybe absence does really make the heart grow fonder.

He stopped kissing you once again, but this time, he was giving instructions.

"Get down and take off your clothes." You got down immediately and started to comply, but he stopped you when you got to the skirt.

"No, not that. I want to fuck you in it." You died a little at that statement.

"Take off your panties." He said.

"I'm not wearing any." You're a 100% sure you saw his eyes darken at that statement.

"Okay, turn around and rest on the island." You complied without saying a word.

Your cheeks were met with the cold marble and you could feel your ass and pussy completely exposed to him.

You felt chan come closer to you, and you let out a moan when he started to rub his dick in between your folds teasing your entrance.

You thought he was finally going to fill you with his dick but instead, you were met with a hard slap on your ass and you let out the nastiest moan ever.

One slap turned into two, three turned into four, and your cheeks were stained with tears.

Chan gave you no time to collect yourself as he pushed himself inside you and thrusted agonisingly slowly to gain a rhythm.

You started whining from how slow he was going and as if he knew he started pounding into you as fast as he could.

He filled you so well it was like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

He was fucking you so well you were loosing your mind and your stamina.

Chan noticed and used one hand to steady you then continued his assault on your pussy.

You started feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach and you knew you were about to cum.

"Chan, please don't stop." You begged.

He, in fact, did not stop, but just as you were about to reach your high, he pulled out and left you an unsatisfied mess.

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" He asked you in the most condescending tone ever.

"You liked it when I acted all weak and nice, huh? Well, it's your turn now." Fuck. You should have known there was a catch.

He smacked your ass once again and your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Not so confident now, are you?" He taunted.

"Chan I'm sorry please just fuck me please." You begged hoping to make things better for yourself.

"What do you want?" He asked you.

"I want to cum chan please make me cum." You whined.

"You'll have to earn it because only good girls get to cum." He said that and went back to destroying your insides.

This man edged you not once but three times.

At this point, you were sobbing uncontrollably, and you were worn out.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He asked while thrusting in and out of you at the speed of light.

"You Chan." You said through tears.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked.

"You chan." You struggled to get that last one out.

"That's my good girl." He said and finally let you cum. Your release hit you like a brick, and he came right after you, too. You felt so full that you were literally on cloud 9.

Chan lifted you from the island immediately after, turned you to face him, and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Let's not fight anymore, okay?

"Okay." You answered, and he pulled you in for a hug.

You were so back!

You did lie about one thing, though. The makeup sex was too good for you guys to stop fighting.

There were many more fights to come.

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once Was Mine

Chapter 3 - Shifting Dynamics

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series. Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

Additional tags: love triangle, hangovers, flirting

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It was your overwhelming urge to pee that surged you into consciousness, however as soon as you were awake enough you became acutely aware of the overwhelming nausea washing over you. Good lord, how much did you drink last night?

“Oh god.” You said bolting upright, clamping your hand tightly over your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut, trying to block out the urge to vomit as you took deep, slow breaths. It took a moment but the sensation eased and you were able to take in your surroundings… Where were you anyway? 

It was dark but you could tell this was someone's room, did you hook up with someone? No, Jisung wouldn't have let you leave the karaoke room without him, and even if you did manage to slip out to hook up with someone, the person in question would have been here with you. Not to mention you most likely would have still been naked from the night before, and were most definitely wearing clothes. You weren't wearing your clothes though, they must belong to the person who's room you're in. The shirt hung loosely on your frame, as did the shorts and you could smell cologne coming from the fabric. If you had to guess off the clothes alone, this was definitely a guys room. 

If only you had your phone, you could call one of the guys and ask them if they knew where the hell you were… 

The moment the thought entered your head the door opened and you found yourself relieved to see Changbin. 

“Hey, you're up.” He said with a smile, reaching for the light switch.

“Please don't turn on the light.” You begged, pressing the palms of your hands to your eyes due to the light streaming in from behind him.

“Major hangover?” He asked sympathetically, closing the door and making his way to the bed. You only grunted in reply. 

“I guess it's a good thing I brought you this then.” He chuckled, pulling your hands from your eyes to hand you a bowl of soup and a bottle of water you didn't realize he even had. 

Opening the bottle you eagerly downes the entire thing before turning your attention to the heavenly smelling soup before you. The warm, rich broth was exactly what you needed. Changbin simply sat at the foot of the bed, happy to see you enjoying your meal. 

“Soooo, where am I?” you eventually asked, peering up at Changbin. 

“My room. I live the closest to the karaoke lounge and we all got a little too drunk last night. I guess Han didn't want to drive all over town just to get us all home and decided to come here.” Changbin said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

“I can't say I blame him. I know I can get a little hard to control when I drink too much,” you admitted sheepishly, finishing off the rest of the soup. “I usually try to stay somewhat clear headed whenever I go out.” You added, watching as Changbin took the bowl from your lap. “I can't even remember the last time I drank that much.” 

“I just hope that means you felt comfortable and were having a fun time.” Changbin said as he stood, making his way to the door.

“Changbin,” you called before he could touch the doorknob. “Uhm… who's clothes am I wearing?” You were hesitant to ask.

“Oh, they're mine. Han said you threw up all over yours.” He replied simply, opening the door and making his way out. “I'll give them back when they're washed.” He added right before he closed the door, leaving you flushed and embarrassed. Thanks a lot Ji. 

You gave yourself a few minutes before collecting your composure and slipping out of bed. You still had to pee immensely and you wanted to see how everyone was doing. Upon exiting the bedroom you were greeted by the sight of all the guys, minus Changbin, scattering throughout the living room, all of them in various states of undress. 

The only one to really attempt to cover up was Chan, everyone else was simply too hungover or too comfortable with you to care. 

“Well good morning to you too.” You said to them as you scanned for the bathroom.

“Down this mini hall that's next to the kitchen, second door.” Jisungs voice called out, already knowing what you were searching for. “If you somehow miss it, you're even more hungover than I thought you'd be and you need to go back to bed.

“Shut up.” You say, frowning at him as he obnoxiously blows you kisses. 

It took a bit of concentration to make your way to the bathroom, you were still dizzy and while the food and water helped your headache, you could still feel pressure in your head. Instead of risking a fall in the bathroom you did your best to be fast and were soon making your way back to the living room to settle in next to Felix on one of the two couches. 

“Sleep well?” Felix asked, his voice hoarse. You vaguely recalled his scream singing the night before.

“I was less asleep and more unconscious.” You replied.

“Join the club.” Chan cut in as he lay splayed out on the ground, his eyes squeezed shut. “This is why I never drink.” 

“Because you're an old man who can't handle his alcohol?” Jisung quipped from the other couch. 

“I'd get you if the room wasn't spinning…” Chan grumbled, covering his face with the blanket he pulled off Felix when you walked out. 

“If that was the case, would you also put your clothes back on? There's a woman present.” Jisung asked with a sassy tone, causing Chan to scoff.

“You and Felix don't even have pants on!” He cried out defensively, waving a hand between the two. 

“Yeah, but we're not just in our tight-ass boxers.” Felix countered.

“Traitor” Chan said, his eyes squinted at Felix with a playful glare. Meanwhile you watched on fondly as the trio bickered.

“Oh! Hey, Ji, where's my stuff?” You asked.

“You mean the clothes you threw up on or-?”

“No, you ass hat. I mean my phone.”

“It's charging in the kitchen.” He replied and you made your way there to collect it. You were surprised to see Changbin washing dishes when you entered. 

“Hey, you're not feeling sick?” Your asked him, looking for where Jisung placed your phone to charge. 

“Nah, I didn't drink enough to get any kind of hangover. Plus I'm really good at handling my alcohol.” He said with a proud smile, you swear he was puffing his chest with pride.

“Okay then macho man.” You giggled as you walked past him to reach for your phone once you located it. Before you could even turn on the screen, Changbin piped up.

“Hey, Y/N, are- are you dating anyone?” His question made you fumble your phone.

“What?”

“Are you dating anyone?” He repeated, turning off the tap and removing his rubber gloves. “I looked over to the phone pile last night cause I kept seeing a screen lightning up, some guy named Hyunjin kept calling you. I figured he was your boyfriend or something and that he was worried about you.” Changbin looked away as he finished his explanation, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the counter. You couldn't help but notice how he seemed a bit dejected.

“Oh… oh no. I'm not dating anyone, Hyunjin is just one of my best friends. Our families have been close since we were kids is all.” 

“Oh. Is that all?” He said, immediately seeming more cheerful, although he kept his eyes to the ground.

“I was really worried there for a second, if he was your boyfriend then I really wouldn't want to upset him.” Changbin tore his eyes from the floor to look at you and you almost missed the bashful tone in his voice when he said, “I know if you were my girlfriend, I'd want to always know if you were okay.”

“O-oh, uh, I…” you didn't know what to say. What did he mean by that? What do you say to that? You didn’t know, all you knew is that you could feel your cheeks flush under his bashful, vulnerable gaze. It was if he was trying to tell you something without actually saying it. Was he implying what you hoped he was? 

You didn’t get a chance to answer. Your phone lit up in your hand, catching your attention, and when you looked at the screen Hyunjins name showed. You could see why Changbin thought you two were dating.

You had put him as “Hyunjinnie” in your phone and decorated his name with hearts and stars, you had also given him a customized phone screen for whenever he would call, and his profile picture was a picture you once took when the two of you had gone to the park together and he fell asleep with his head in your lap. Normally you loved seeing your phone screen light up with a special display, just for him, but something about Changbin seeing it made you painfully embarrassed. You couldn't fully understand why.

“Sorry, um, I- I gotta-” you stuttered.

“No, yeah, I'll give you some privacy.” Changbin said, making his way out of the kitchen. However he couldn't help but pick up on how Hyunjin called you “Beautiful” the moment you answered the phone. 

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Plopping down on the couch next to Jisung, Changbin couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Something Jisung immediately noticed. 

“Hey, are you ok?” he asked quietly, pulling his view from the TV to look at his friend.

“Is Y/N dating anyone?” Changbin blurted, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling, taking Jisung by surprise.  

“No, she isn't.” Jisung replied, blinking at Changbin, confused but also hopeful. “Why do you ask?”

“It's just… She told me she wasn't dating anyone, but then this Hyunjin guy called and-” 

“Uhg, him.” Jisung said with disgust, rolling his eyes and leaning back into the couch. “So that's who she's talking to right now.”

“You don't like him?” Changbin asked with a lift of his head, looking at Jisung with curiosity. 

“No, I think he's a fuckboy and that Y/N could do better. But don't tell her I said that, she loves the guy.” 

“So they are a thing.”

“They're just friends.” Jisung said quickly, patting Changbins shoulder. “I'm not gonna lie, things are a little more complicated between them than just a ‘normal friendship’, they've been close since forever, but they're not dating and they're definitely not exclusive. That's all I can say.” Jisung said, holding his hands up.

This seemed to have brought Changbin a modicum of comfort, allowing him to lean in, not wanting Chan or Felix to hear what he was about to ask - although the two were very much subtly eavesdropping. 

“Do… would you be okay if I asked her out then? Do you think she'd even say ‘yes’?” Changbin asked nervously. Out of everyone in the room, Changbin knew that Han was the closest to you. Not only did Changbin not want to cause any sort of tension by asking you out, he also figured Han was the best person to ask this question in general. 

Outwardly Jisung let only his surprise show, however on the inside he was throwing a full on parade. This was everything he was hoping for coming to reality and he struggled not to jump on Changbins lap and kiss him square on the mouth just for asking about dating you. It was at this moment that Han knew he was going to do everything in his power to help Changbin land a chance at dating you. 

“Dude, she'd totally say yes! She's so into you!” Jisung tried to whisper, however he was just a touch too enthusiastic and spoke loudly enough that the two eavesdroppers were able to join in on the conversation. 

“Oh, is Changbin finally going to try and shoot his shot?” Felix asked with a grin, “five bucks she turns him down.” He teased, earning a pillow being thrown at his head by Changbin. 

“She won't turn you down, I'm sure of it.” Chan said from the floor, giving Changbin an encouraging smile, “When do you plan to ask her?” 

“I dunno. I want to make sure the moment's right. I don't want anything getting… in the way.” He mused, his attention drifting to the faint sound of your giggle coming from the kitchen.

“You mean any one.” Jisung muttered with a slight pout. 

Changbin opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Jisung, who had noticed you coming from the kitchen. 

“You good?” He asked, seeing you had also grabbed your wallet. 

“Yeah, well, no… kinda? I still feel yucky and I appreciate you guys giving me a safe place to sleep and all, but I really just want a hot bath and to be in my own bed.” You admitted candidly.

“I can take you and Han home. If you're feeling sick you probably still shouldn't drive.” Changbin offered immediately, subtly trying to convince you as he stood and grabbed his keys. 

“Uh, I actually was going to stay and hang out,” Jisung quickly added before turning to speak directly to you, “are you okay or do you need me to come home with you?” Jisung held his breath, hoping you would say he could stay so you and Changbin could be alone together. 

“Oh… no, no you can stay. I can go home with Changbin. I'll just get my car later or something.” 

“Then it's settled, are you ready to go?” Changbin asked. You nodded and followed him to the door, making sure to ask Jisung not to forget your clothes before closing the door behind you. 

It was painfully bright outside but after asking for permission, Changbin took your arm in his and let you hide your face against his shoulder as he led you to his car. He was even a gentleman as he opened the car door for you and closed it once you were in. It wasn't often you were treated so sweetly and idly you thought that you could get used to it.

“Here.” You were surprised by Changbin holding a pair of dark sunglasses in front of your face. You looked up at his smiling face before taking them and slipping them on to shield your eyes. He was really taking good care of you.

“Thank you.” you said softly. Other than your underwear and shoes you were dressed completely and comfortably in Changbins clothes. 

“You're very welcome,” he said warmly, giving you a kind look, “now let's get you home, shall we?”

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“Would you like to come in for a little bit?” 

“Are you sure? Didn't you want to take a bath?” Changbin asked, however he was already turning off the car and unbuckling his seat belt. 

“I can take a bath later. I… just want to make sure I get up safely. I'm still feeling a little dizzy.” That was somewhat true, you did still feel a bit dizzy but if you were honest, you just wanted to spend some more time with Changbin. 

“Say less.” He said, hopping from the driver's side and scurrying to the passengers side to open the door for you. You assumed that's all he was going to do, but the moment you unbuckled your own seatbelt he lifted you from your seat, bridal style. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, shutting the car door with his foot. 

You nodded with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and swooning a bit when he smiled at you sweetly. Your mind drifted as he carried you to your apartment, the strength of his arms, how solid his chest was, the sturdiness of his shoulders, you idly thought that he'd be able to bench press you if you wanted to. What else could he do with you?

“You okay? You're zoning on me.” You blinked at Changbins words, suddenly embarrassed, where were your thoughts even going?

“Oh, sorry. I guess I'm more hungover than I thought?” You knew that was a bit of a lame excuse, but Changbin seemed to buy it, deciding to focus instead on the upward climb to your apartment. Your buildings one and only elevator was broken and Changbin had visited enough to know that, but even if it wasn't broken he would have taken the stairs. He just wanted a reason to keep carrying you.

Unfortunately Changbin had to set you down eventually.

Opening the door the two of you slipped inside as you had so many times before. You had grown comfortable with Changbin in your space but something about wearing his clothes this time made things feel more intimate. 

“Ok girlie, sit, I'll bring you some tea for your stomach.” Changbin suddenly commanded, gently pushing you to the kitchen island. “You're still not feeling well and I'm not going to let you lift a finger while I'm here.”

“I didn't see you treating the guys so gently.” You chuckled, slipping onto one of the bar stools. 

“They're big boys, they're fine.” He replied simply, gathering a mug and kettle from your cabinets. You watched him patiently, amused by how he knew his way around your kitchen like it was his own. 

“Ever think you spend too much time here?” You grinned, your chin resting in your palms.

“Nope. My two best friends live here, so it's only natural I'd spend so much time here.” He had an answer for everything today. 

Soon you had your tea in hand and the two of you decided to put on a show. You knew Changbin didn't have too much time to give, everyone else was at his apartment after all, but you were happy for the company. Something about Changbin sitting next to you, your shoulders touching, watching a show you both enjoyed, it relaxed you in a way you only ever felt with Jisung and…

A knock at the door caused the two of you to jump.

“Were you expecting anybody?” Changbin asked, pausing your show. 

Shaking your head you set your mug down, making your way over to the front door. Changbin attempted to crane his neck so he could see who it was that had decided to drop by from the comfort of the couch, but the layout of your apartment made that impossible. He also knew he shouldn't be nosey, it could be a neighbor for all he knew, so he turned his attention to his phone as he heard you open the door. What he heard made his pulse quicken. 

“Hyunjin?!”

“Surprise, Beautiful! I've come to take care of you~!” 

Changbin turned his body fully, leaning over the back of the couch just in time to watch you giggle and throw yourself into Hyunjins arms, who happened to have a bag of food, presumably for you. So this was the guy you were on the phone with earlier. He was handsome. 

It took Changbin only a moment to realize what Han had meant when he said you and Hyunjin had a complicated relationship. The way the two of you looked at each other, it was like the way you looked at Han - someone you've known and trusted deeply for years. But there was something more there too, something that was never there between you and Han. 

Changbins gripped his phone tightly, a sliver of jealousy cutting through him. He reminded himself that you two weren't in any kind of relationship, you said so yourself that you were single and Han reassured him that you two weren't anything exclusive. But, then, why is holding you like that? Why the pet name? 

It was another affectionate term that made it impossible for Changbin to stay sitting idly on the couch. 

“Baby, what on earth are you wearing???” 

“Oh, those are mine.” Changbin interjected, bounding from the couch and making his way over to you and Hyunjin with an amicable smile on his face. You suddenly felt a very funny feeling growing deep in the pit of your stomach. 

“You must be the famous Hyunjin I've been hearing about? Nice to meet you, I'm Seo Changbin.” Changbin said, stretching out his hand both to be polite but also so Hyunjin wouldn't have both hands still resting on your waist. 

“Awww, been talking about me Beautiful?” Hyunjin teased with that cheerful smile of his before turning his attention to Changbin. “Yes, I am, it's nice to meet you Changbin-ah.”

“You don't have to be formal, any friend of Y/N is cool with me.” He said that, but Changbin can't help but notice how the moment Hyunjins hand releases Changbins, he leaned back towards you to wrap an arm around your shoulder. A subtle sign that asked: “who are you and what are you doing with my Y/N?”

“That's very kind of you Changbin, sorry I didn't bring enough food for all of us. I didn't even know you'd be here.” Another subtle dig.

“No, that's alright. I need to get back to my place anyway, everyone slept there last night and I still have some guests.” 

“You're leaving already?” You asked, both oddly relieved but also not wanting him to go. Changbin couldn't help but smile fondly at you, something Hyunjin definitely noticed. 

“I have to, I don't trust the guys not to break my stuff. Besides, I have to make sure your clothes are dry, maybe even see if you made any kind of mess on my sheets.” This was meant primarily as a joke, something to make you smile, but it also to act as a dig of his own. Both goals were achieved. 

While you giggled at his joke Changbin noticed Hyunjins eyes darkened a bit. It was becoming somewhat known between the two boys, Changbin was making a statement. Something you might have noticed had you not had this unfamiliar mix of feelings swirling within you. 

“I'll come back to give you your clothes back soon, I promise Bin.” Changbins heart swelled at the sudden nickname. 

“Don't worry about it, keep them as long as you want.” He offered, pretending to wipe some dust off your shoulder, coincidentally on the shoulder Hyunjins hand was resting. “I think they look better on you anyway. It was nice to meet you Hyunjin, hope to see you again.” He added cordially.

“Yeah, same here.” Hyunjin replied, making room for Changbin to step through the door. As he did so, Hyunjin couldn't help but uneasily notice the sweet look on your face as you watched Changbin leave.

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Ooooooh, i spy some hostility between the boys 👀 honestly I got such a kick out of writing this part. You can really see the tension growing between the two, each subtly staking a claim in this race for Y/N's affection

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: T

Pairing: dark hand polycule (Chow/Finn/Ratso/Tohru/Valmont)

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: After-heist, pre-canon patching of wounds

“Seriously, you don't have to be so worried, Valmont,” Chow said as Valmont worked on wrapping his arm. After he'd already cleaned and bandaged the long wound there, gained from a surprisingly sharp fence.

“Of course I don't,” Valmont snapped without even looking at him. Chow caught Finn’s eyes over Valmont’s head and they shared an eye roll.

“You know, Big V,” Finn said. “I scratched my leg pretty bad, too, getting over that fence.” Which actually wasn't a lie. It'd even actually torn a hole in his pants. If not for the fact Ratso could sew, he'd be madder about it. Also the fact that it did actually sting. Quite a lot.

“I'm hurt, too,” Ratso said with a noticeable pout in his voice. A guard had punched him real good in the chest before they got away. (With the cash, of course.) It seemed like only Tohru made it out of this unscathed.

“I'll get to you both,” Valmont said as he tied off the wrap. “There.”

Chow moved his arm to be sure it wasn't too tight and gave him a thumbs up when he determined it wasn't. “Thanks.”

Valmont only hummed, not really one for acknowledging gratefulness for something that he felt was necessary or obligatory– he was like Tohru, in that respect. Not that either disliked the gratefulness or that they wouldn't do these things if they didn't see them as necessary or obligatory. Just that they didn't see it necessary for the others to thank them for things that ‘of course they would do’. A corner of Chow’s mouth lifted in a smile and Valmont turned from him with an eyeroll and pinkened cheeks.

The scrape on Finn’s leg was perhaps worse than Finn had really thought at first, now that the adrenaline had worn off from their small heist. It pulsed slightly with his heartbeat. Though honestly that could just be in his head. Like when he had his period and thought he could feel his heart through his nether regions. Valmont kneeled between his legs, their first aid kit on the other side of Finn’s injured leg. He slid the bottom of Finn’s boxers up a little so he could access the full scrape. Finn hissed when Valmont started to clean it.

“Oh, calm down,” Valmont said, though his touch lightened.

“You know,” Finn said through his teeth in an effort to distract himself, “I kinda like having you on your knees between my legs.” He let his legs close a little and Valmont pushed at one with a glare, cheeks noticeably darker. It did make Finn feel better and he resettled in a comfortable position with his legs spread so Valmont could tend to his wound without being squished. As he worked, Valmont's blush lightened till it disappeared completely. Which was really a shame.

Valmont finished with the wrap and stood back up. He grabbed the first aid kit to tend to Ratso, but Finn grabbed his wrist to stop him. Once Valmont looked back at him with a raised eyebrow he gave his best puppy eyes. The ones that used to get his older sister to cave. “You're not gonna kiss it better, Big V?”

“Hey, hey yeah!” Ratso agreed. “Kiss mine better, too.”

Valmont sighed as loudly as he could. “I'm not going to ‘kiss it better’.” He made air quotes.

“Aww.” Ratso pouted.

Finn took Valmont's chin in his hands and directed his gaze back at him. While he couldn't see it, he could feel Chow’s eye roll. Well, he was just jealous he hadn't thought of this first. “What if I returned the favour?” He asked and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth, where it'd been split when someone punched him before Tohru could get there. When he pulled back, Valmont had gone a soft pink.

“Fine,” Valmont grumbled. “But just this once.”

“Sure thing, Big V.” Finn leaned back on his hands and stretched his leg out. Ratso cheered. There was some brief hesitation, before Valmont kissed the bandage on Finn’s upper thigh. It only lasted a second before he was up so fast he practically stumbled and he cleared his throat like that would distract from it. For once, Finn bit his tongue and Chow did the same.

“Alright,” Valmont’s voice barely skated the border of ‘squeak’ and ‘not a squeak’. Again he cleared his throat. He gestured at Ratso. “Take off your shirt, let me see the bruise.”

Ratso did as asked without hesitation, though it was with a flinch. The bruise on his chest wasn't exactly small. Of course it wasn't huge, either, spread out slightly past the shape of a fist like a starburst. It was already turning blue in the center, the edges still red.

“Oh, gnarly,” Chow said.

“Thanks,” Ratso said with a smile.

Valmont gently touched his fingertips to it. A wince flickered quickly past Ratso’s face, but Valmont still caught it via proximity and it being the exact thing he was watching for. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. So it still hurt, of course. Though since this bruise was taken for him, Valmont guessed he could give Ratso a small break. “I can’t do much for this except just give it time to heal.”

“And a kiss to help?” Ratso asked hopefully. Valmont dragged a hand down his face. Of course Finn had to start something, instigator that he was. But he still kissed the bruise at its edge, so the pressure of his lips wouldn’t pain Ratso. It made Ratso smile brighter and Valmont averted his gaze toward Chow.

“I suppose you want me to kiss your wounds better, too?” Valmont asked dryly.

Chow held his arm up with a grin. “Well, if you're offering.”

“Oh, oh, and don't forget Tohru!” Ratso said.

“Yeah,” Finn agreed.

“He didn't even get hurt,” Valmont argued, looking between the two of them.

“No, but we'd hate for the big guy to be left out. Right, guys?” Finn said.

“Yeah,” Chow said. When Valmont ducked to press his lips to Chow’s arm, Chow briefly brushed his fingers through Valmont’s hair. Somehow it always seemed to be free from tangles. Perfect even after a job. Most of the time Chow would roll his eyes at that, but he figured he’d leave Valmont alone since he did kiss his wound better. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Valmont waved him away, ignoring the growing heat in his cheeks, and walked toward Tohru. The single person who hadn’t jeered him into this. As well as the single person who didn’t actually get hurt. Though Valmont knew that wasn’t the reason Tohru hadn’t joined the other three– Tohru was the more serious one of the group. Strong and silent and dependable, like the foundation of the earth.

Valmont stopped a hair's breadth from Tohru’s cheek, which had pinkened. “Are you sure you didn't get hurt, Tohru?” He whispered so the others didn't hear.

“I am sure,” Tohru said just as quietly.

“Good.” Valmont kissed his cheek. Then he took Tohru’s head by the chin and moved him so their eyes met and pressed his lips firmly to Tohru’s. The kiss lingered a few seconds.

“Hey, how come Tohru got a second kiss and we didn't?” Chow asked.

“Because Tohru is being rewarded for not coming back injured,” Valmont said, giving him a pointed look. It was rare for Chow to shy away from anything, but he did with this, eyes downcast. Looking properly scolded. Good. That was the intention. He nodded to himself and began to pack up their first aid kit to put it back away within the ottoman.

"Alright." Finn stood up with a flinch. "Now's our turn."

"Your turn?" Valmont asked. The look Finn gave Chow, Ratso, and Tohru didn't answer him, but it did make him wary.

"Yeah, Valmont," Chow said. "We're not the only ones who got hurt, remember?"

"Ooh, yeah." Ratso moved toward Valmont.

"Wait-" Valmont went to move, but Tohru put a hand on his shoulder to hold him there. He made for a very handsome trap, as well as one Valmont knew he couldn't escape.

"They are right, we should check you as well," Tohru said. Apparently this had become one of those moments where Tohru went along with their nonsense.

"Finn already kissed it better," Valmont tried to bristle, but the hand he held over the injury on his mouth and the way his heart sounded loud in his ears probably didn't help. Physical affection wasn't something his parents were big on– really any affection wasn't something his parents were big on– and even with Tohru physical affection was fairly rare. Until these three joined them. It would be a lie to say Valmont wasn't jealous of how quickly Tohru adapted.

"But they didn't," Finn said.

"What's the point of everyone kissing it better?" Valmont deflected with a nervous laugh.

"It makes it more effective," Chow said.

Valmont, in his professional opinion, did not think that was true. In fact, he was pretty sure it was just an excuse.

"Was that your only injury?" Finn asked, gesturing to his split lip.

"Yes." Valmont glowered, fully aware of the bruise on his side from the vault door clipping him awkwardly and rather harshly. A rather stupid injury, really. He got distracted when he thought he heard a sound. (Of course, it turned out he did hear a sound– the two guards.) No personal vault should have a door that heavy anyway.

"I saw the door hit him in the side," Chow said and one of Tohru's hands drifted down to gently prod at Valmont's flesh. He couldn't help it, a hiss of pain escaped through his teeth in his surprise. Finn gave him a rather pointed look.

"I was going to take care of it later." Which was not a lie. After he was done with everyone else and away from prying eyes, he would've dealt with it. Afterall, it wasn't bad enough to be fussed over. The others clearly didn’t think so. He rolled his eyes.

Chow walked over and lifted his shirt up, drawing a sympathetic hiss from Ratso as well as a handy reminder of the other reason Valmont didn't want them to know. Sympathy was not something he was used to. He may love all his boyfriends, and was more used to many of the antics that came with Ratso, Chow, and Finn, but sympathy still sat as a mixed bag. Valmont looked down at it. Red bloomed in a line across his left side. Just like Ratso's, there was nothing they could do but let it heal.

“Really got yourself with that door, huh,” Finn said, the remark said in such a way that made Valmont narrow his eyes in a glare at him. The guards had caught him off guard. At least it wasn’t more sympathy.

“Can’t do anything to help it,” Ratso said.

“Nothing but this,” Chow agreed, and dipped down to kiss Valmont’s side, right over his ribs. The press of his lips was soft and brief, and expected, but it tickled as well and Valmont squirmed away instinctually. Though he didn’t see it, he could feel Chow’s smile.

"Right." Ratso said with a nod and bent to kiss a slightly different spot on the same wound once Chow moved away. It was a more sensitive spot and Valmont gritted his teeth instinctively despite the way the kiss gently fluttered. Because it was such a light press, he could only call it a flutter. Valmont could feel his heart pound harder. Especially with the way it pulsed through the bruise.

Tohru, when it was his turn, traced the wound's edge with his finger before he placed a careful kiss at the wound's heart– the very center where it radiated from. Valmont shudder in Ratso’s hold, though Tohru was also very gentle. None of the kisses exactly hurt. But he knew the area would hurt tomorrow, just as Ratso’s would hurt.

“Are you four done now?” Valmont said, cheeks warm.

“Yes,” Chow said and Finn echoed it, both smiling. Ratso dropped a hand from the hold on Valmont’s shoulder to his wrist to squeeze lightly before he let go entirely.

“Good.” Valmont stood up straighter and tucked his shirt back in before he readjusted his suit jacket. Then, just for good measure, he buttoned the middle two buttons. “Well, I’m going to check to see how much money we managed to abscond with.”

“Is it technically absconding if we got caught?” Finn asked quietly. Valmont saw Chow shrug in the corner of his eye. Both were ignored.

“Ratso, come with me, I want a second pair of eyes,” Valmont said and continued on without bothering to check if Ratso followed.

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.2k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・chan x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, berry being the perfect girl she is. inspired by these bubble messages and @cosmic-railwayxo's treachery. (love u deni)

𝟬𝟲:𝟯𝟲 — “Where’s my baby, hm?”

This is the question on Chan’s lips the moment he lets go of the bedroom door, closed with agonizing caution as to not wake the figure still curled up under the duvet inside.

It’s early. Early enough so the walls are colored a rich beige by new rays of sunlight, so his footsteps are the only sound reverberating around the hallways when he commences his search. Early enough to evidence how he was only bestowed a few hours of sleep before waking up with a budding headache and leaden eyelids.

But he doesn’t mind the lack of rest, not this time. Not when there’s a wad of love with a freckled snout and floppy ears under the same roof for the first time in too long.

“Berry?” Chan calls, his voice tattered and low, like sandpaper. He rakes his eyes over the spots he remembers to be her favorite. Maybe they’ve changed since he was last home. Maybe everything has changed since he was last home.

The thought causes a familiar pang to go off within him, poignant and powerful, but the quiet scuffle of paws against hardwood takes the edge off the guilt straightaway.

Chan finds the beginnings of a smile on his lips before she even rounds the corner, and when she does, well. His grin might as well split his face down the middle. He’s on his knees in seconds, outstretched hands rediscovering home in the puppy’s silky fur as she clambers onto him with blown pupils and excited pants.

His adoring coos of her name falter into muted laughter, which then fragments into a sob. His vision narrows to his precious girl and then starts to blur. When Berry climbs up to give his cheek a few happy licks, she’s fascinated by its saltiness.

You emerge from the bedroom a little over an hour later. Sleeping is hard enough when you’re jetlagged, and even harder when there’s only mattress where you remember Chan’s warm solidity to be. The fabric of Chan’s hoodie suppresses your vocalization of his name as you ungracefully pull it over your torso, still struggling to rouse your body from sleep.

Your beckon produces no response. You wrap a hand around the nearest door frame and peek your head into the living room, a little more alert now.

“Chan? Baby?”

You feel silly. How many visits has it been for you to still feel this nervous, wandering around Chan’s family home? Yet you undoubtedly are, whether because of your absentee boyfriend or that his whole family is a few walls away. You pad through the silent abode with mounting trepidation and intense care to not make any more sound than necessary.

Then you reach the family room and instantly come to a standstill, hands drifting to your sides, features deliquescing to a soft smile. 

Lying on the nearest couch is your boyfriend, head propped up on top of his elbow, his fluttering lashes and gently oscillating shoulders indicating that he’s asleep. You can’t see his face below his eyes, as he has his nose nuzzled into the Cavalier spaniel resting securely in his arms, snoring tacitly into his sleeve, slumbering as deeply as her human companion.

You’ve been stumbling upon Chan sleeping in unexpected places for the better part of two years now, but you still liquefy every time as if it’s the first. These are the moments, you’ve come to realize, when you can care for him in ways he would never let you while conscious: a lift of his laptop off his thighs, a brush of your lips against his hairline, a cardigan draped lightly over his back. These are the moments when you understand in full how far you’ve come together, for him to trust you with his exhaustion with such transparency, to be so vulnerable as to leave you with memories of him that he’ll never have.

Despite your prolonged experience, it’s hard to describe what exactly you’re feeling in this moment. The mere mention of Berry has always dissipated the shadows that veil his face, has always chased off the burdens that cling to his spine. How do you put it into words, seeing your happiness at his happiest?

It suddenly occurs to you that the window beside them is cracked open. That, and you spotted extra quilts in the top shelf of Chan’s closet last night.

Chan’s eyelids lift when he feels the gentle weight of a blanket fall upon his body; so do the corners of his lips, when the culprit materializes before him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, a hand hovering over his frame, face creased into a flinch.

“Sorry,” you whisper, closing the distance between your fingers and the curve of his neck. The pad of your thumb moves over his cheekbone like a willow branch skimming water. “I didn’t think that would wake you up.”

Both of you up, you mentally amend, seeing as Berry has noticed your presence and is wagging her tail with enough vigor for it to thump against Chan’s chest. He lets her wriggle out of his arms and into yours; you emit a noise of glee and gather her into you.

If only you had seen the expression he wears then, watching your eyes scrunch closed at the frenzied kisses she presses to your face. His first love and his very last.

“Don’t apologize,” he answers. “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you in bed, I just…”

His voice trails off, but he knows by the softness in your irises when they meet his that you already know.

You move like clockwork. Chan presses up into the back of the couch, the quilt’s edge lifted in wordless invitation. It is your chest that Berry burrows into this time, the top of her head sliding into the space between your chin and the sofa’s cushion. It is Chan’s chest that you’re folded into, the arms around your waist like the coziest of cabins in a sun-spattered wood. It is the back of your neck that he nuzzles his nose into, but not before he litters gossamer kisses across the expanse of skin, as if printing the notes to a lullaby he knows well.

Everything is warm, so warm, so right, and jetlag starts to feel like a distant trouble.

You open your mouth while teetering on the cusp of a dream.

“Baby?” 

He hums into you, listening.

“Always be happy, okay?”

You don’t notice the solitary tear that traverses the bridge of his nose, lands in the cotton of your hood, and dyes the bunched-up fabric a few shades darker. You don’t notice how his embrace around you tightens marginally, like how one’s eyes can’t help but find their dearest possession when the building’s on fire.

“Okay,” he whispers, and kisses your nape once more. Your and Chan’s eyes close together. Berry licks your chin again, then follows suit.

(Another hour later, Chan’s parents walk into the family room. They decide to go out to breakfast for fear of making too much noise in the kitchen, Chan’s mother blotting away tears as she ducks into shotgun, Chan’s father laughing at her sentimentality while blinking back his own.

Another few hours later, Hannah takes maybe fifty-some photographs of the triad of unmoving heaps occupying their couch. Then she grumbles at Berry for being dead asleep at eleven in the morning: “Those two arrived here from across the world yesterday. What’s your excuse?”)

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