#changbin a run for his money.... no comments from me.

[asavapatr]

...💪

[hyuny-bunny]

skz + s/o with long nails

can't sleep and i need to get this thought out before it makes my head explode

MDNI (18+) suggestive ideas, mutual masterbation, oral, nail markings

skz x gn!reader

chan: at first he's indifferent. it makes no difference to him, you might've kept short or no nails to start with while dating him. it isn't till you try out a new spot that leaves you with the best set you've ever had, that he starts to take more notice. especially when his back scratches take a whole new level. he's twitching his leg like a dog when you go too light on him finding it ticklish, he's begging you to scratch him harder. his mind starts to run wild at the thought how it would feel to have your nails clawing at his back during sex as he pounds into you.

minho: he loves your nails. he finds them so cute on you, especially when their pointed like a cat claw. he's not one to comment his thoughts on what you should do but he loves the way your hands look with baby pinks or milk white shades. his cats seem to enjoy them as much as you do when they surround you begging to be scratched next. he really finds out how much he loves them when you're going down on him as his thank you for paying for the new set, when you're clawing down on his thighs. he can't help admire how pretty they look while you sit perched between his thighs as stroke him into your mouth.

changbin: he loves everything about you but the nails he just doesn't quite get. how are you supposed to lift weights when you can't even close your hand into a fist :( ? nevertheless he pampers his partner!! so of course he's putting his card down for you to pay for your new set or sending you the money to pay for them (then some more incase it's a long session and you need to grab food). he's a changed man when he sees the new set. your nail tech found a cute way to put his intials on the ring fingers of your nails. he's posting and sending everyone a photo of your nail set with your hands wrapped around his bicep. he knows that all you need is a ring to complete it.

hyunjin: love love love LOVES your nails. everytime there's an appointment coming up soon, he's already asking what you're getting. he'll send you some ideas, a lot of it might be douyin style but he loves anything you decide on. aside from loving the way they look, he also loves the way they feel. his insta photos might be filled with your hands in shot with coffee or selfies he's taken while's you held his face or gave his cheeks a squish. either way he knows that you know when he plops down into your lap or chest, he's demanding head and back scratches. he's purring like a cat in your lap with every movement but will immediately whine if you stop too soon.

jisung: don't care as long you're dedicating an hour or two to play with his hair after a fresh set. colors make no difference to him but he gets weak in the knees when you come home with red nails. his mind taking him to filth places of having your hand stroking him, how pretty your hands look in with his cum painting your nails. he's always offering to pay for your nails, on the condition that you always do red which you're typically happy to oblige anyways.

felix: there has to be something based in fact for me to confidently say he also more than happy to have you scratch his head, back, anywhere that you possibly feel he might enjoy because he is actually a cat. a very cuddly one that's purring with every scratch across his skin. he loves the set ideas you come up with but especially loves when you incorporate hints of blue in your nails because you know it's his signature color. makes him feel like it's proof that you belong to him in a way that only he needs to know. his only thing to pick at is you can't be as handsy with baking with him when you have longer nails :/ buts that's okay when you make it up by playing with his hair, putting it in pretty braids and giving him neck & chin scratches.

seungmin: also someone who seems in different. he might get annoyed every time you accidentally poke him too hard from a new set. he'd tease you for the way your nails sound while you type but it's all in good fun. another one who's twitching his leg like a puppy every time you scratch his back or head. oh how he could lay like that forever. another one to soft launch you on his insta with shot of your hand on his knee at a baseball game or intertwined while having a romantic dinner. he once again doesn't mind and even learns to appreciate the way your nails rake through his hair. how they feel when your trying pry him out from between your thighs tugging on his hair for dear life.

jeongin: he loves your long nails, he loves it even more when you take him with you to get your nails done together. he's not passing on opportunity to get matching manicures. he loves to see you venture off with colors. when you opt to get a forrest green french tip set, he's right there asking for his pinky nails to be painted in the same green polish. he's posting a picture of your intertwined hands with your matching polish. he's down bad for you and everyone knows it. you can't blame him when you're the same for him. it's all he thinks about when you're both laid next to each other in bed with his hand in your underwear and your hand wrapped around him stroking him so prettily, toying with one another and matching polish adorning your hands.

[what-if-nct]

Stray Kids reaction to someone making fun of their plus size girlfriend.

Bangchan: You noticed Chan's teeth clinch and his fist tightened while he tried to keep his cool. "It's fine, it's nothing I haven't heard before." You say causing the tension in his body to relax as his eyes softened when he looked to you "That doesn't make it okay. You don't deserve that. It's not okay" he wraps his arms around you. "Your weight should never matter that much to anyone." His lips sink into the top of your head.

Lee know: "look at me" he places his hand under your chin. "Don't listen to them. You're perfect and their opinion doesn't matter" He kisses your forehead then gives you his wallet and says "Get my bail money from my card" He then runs off in the direction of the person making fun of you.

Changbin: "What did you say?!" Changbin stands in front of you. "What the fuck did you just say?!" he tries to charge but is held back by you. He looks at you and calms down. He takes your hand in his and says "Fuck that guy." And pulls you away but he heard one last remark and before you knew it his fist clashed with the other guys jaw, repeatedly.

Hyunjin: He takes the headphones from around his neck and puts them on your head quickly turning something on loud enough to block out the taunting sounds of those around you. He pulls you into his chest, burying his face into your hair as he squeezes you close to him. He pulls away and takes you far from where you were. Once alone he removes his headphones. "Are you okay?" He asks as he fixes your hair. The moment you say "I'm used to it" the way your voice broke caused Hyunjin to hold you closer than before as he softly whispered "You shouldn't be"

Han: "Hey" Han called your attention "You want to get out of here?" Han stood holding his hand out for you. Once you put your hand on his he leads you out of the restaurant. He sits you down on a bench. "You okay?" He asks as he searches for your eyes that avoid his. You quietly nod but he doesn't believe you. "no you're not" he holds your hands "But as long as you have me I will always try my best to make sure you are. I'll make sure you forget every mean word anyone has said to you" he held your attention with his soft brown eyes" I promise" his lips pressed against yours.

Felix: "What did you just say?" Felix stood from his seat and faced the one who threw insults at you. "no, no what did you just say about my girlfriend?" he stood tall in front of you. "You don't know her and you have no right to comment on her body or what she eats." His voice deepens as he speaks and they remain silent. "That's what I thought" Felix chuckled at their silence then went back to you taking your hand in his and pulling you out the door. "Hey" Felix took both of your hands in his "You're perfect as you are" tears he held back moments prior began to emerge as his lips pressed against your hands.

Seungmin: "Dumbasses, don't listen to them" Seungmin scoffed at the sneering directed toward you. "Picking on someone's weight is just the lowest level of intelligence" he rubbed circles into your thighs "You're above them" he brought you into his chest as he held you on the bench.

Jeongin: "Just let me punch one of them" Jeongin bargained as you held him still in his seat. "You don't deserve to be spoken about like that" his body tensed up beneath your touch. "I swear if one of them says another thing" you could feel his muscles twitch under your hold. You just sunk into his chest wrapping your arms around his waist. He softened with your embrace, the tremble in your body caused him to hold you tighter. "You're body is not the problem. They are" he said then pressed his lips onto your forehead.

[skz-bibi]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] EP.51 - 52 노노캠핑 (Know Know Camping) !

🤍 ... ( outfit ) !

"you can sit here." jeongin held her hand as they got on the bus. "seungmin is sitting there, i can sit right here." you pointed to the seat in front. "he can move."seungmin looked at the two. "why would i move, you both can separate for an hour."

they finally took their seat, chan sitting down in the window seat, lee know boarding sitting in the front since he was the guide. "students!" he said in a teacher voice. "im your teacher for the day." she laughed as they all showed zero emotion. "we're here for know know camping."

"exciting right?" she snickered as they confidently. "good job oppa." she said. "thank you bibi." he gave her a smile. "it's been a while since we went on an outing, let's have fun and be happy."

lee know then instructed them to get into teams, playing games to pick the members. "bibi knows what she's doing though, she's been camping before." lee know said, she nodded. "oh we can use her, she can help with the tent." changbin said.

"what if i wanted to go shopping?" she said. "yah, don't pretend to like shopping now." seungmin said. "i don't mind it." she said. "so you switch with me, you go shopping." everyone said no. "yah!" she shrieked.

"bibi you have a phone and you chose to not use it everytime ad bring back the wrong thing." she smiled, embarrassed. "you have a point." she pouted,chan laughed. "cute."

"bibi can come with us." changbin said. "we need entertainment." she gave him the finger hearts cheekily.

when the topic of money arouse , they instructions were easy, for certain about of money you had to commit to something from slightly agree for 10,000 won to fully commit to something for 100,000.

"seulbi your turn." she read the comment. 'try and be less physical in 2024' she frowned. "look how sad she got." hyunjin smiled behind her. "yah, commit to it." jeongin said. "this is anti seulbi , i just like to give hugs, what's so wrong with that?" she shrugged. "yah." jeongin said, she smiled. "it's 100,000 won , just do it." chan said.

she looked into the camera smiling. "i'll try and be less psychical." she pointed out her pinky. "i promise."

finally making it to the camping ground, surrounded by beautiful flowers, she gasped. "this is so pretty." she said , pulling out her phone. "i want to take some photos later." she walked down the road to the steps.

lee know had gotten an extra 100,000 won to whoever could find the rock he threw out, jisung being the one to run out and grab it, making them all laugh. "you guys got it." she shouted. "yah!" she yelled. "why didn't anyone run out." she said.

"look at the dog." she said, linking arms with jeongin. "ah cute." she cooed bending down to pet it's back. "hi baby." she scratched it's neck. "so cute." jeongin smiled at the girl.

they walked back to the site to set up the tents. "we have to sit this down first." she pulled out the bottom, laying it out on the ground. "okay put that up." chan helped them set up the actual tent part. "be careful hammering that down." the elder watched them hammer down the things.

"don't get so frustrated." she bent down holding the thing for him to hit. "good job." she said. "we did it" she cheered ruffling his hair, the boy laughed. "you've failed your commitment already."

she found some decorations, putting them along side the tent. "bibi?" chan called, she hummed. "can you set up the table and chair?"

it didn't take long, setting up the foldable chairs and table, sitting out the portable stove for them to use later— once she was finished, she sat down in the tent. "it's comfortable in here."

"bi-ah." lee know called out to her. "do you want a beer?" she poked her head out the tent. "come have a drink." she crawled out of the tent. she took her drink , sitting down with them watching them make tiktoks.

seungmin and changbin returned with the groceries, setting up everything so they could began to cook.

"why is it taking so long to boil." she cut up the garlic pieces. "next time let's eat pasta in seoul not during camping." they sat there waiting, chan feeding them pieces of meat.

finally the water was starting to boiling , so ayen begin cooking the noodles while changbin made the sauce, making a stew for them to eat.

the food was done, they all sat around just eating, seungmin making fishcakes for them to eat, they ate until night fell.

when night fell they all sat around the fire , eating ice cream sharing the gossips they wrote earlier in the day. "bi-ah." lee know read. "why do you only call out to only ayen chan lee know cutely?" she smiled. "changbin wrote that." chan said.

"I call out to everyone the same." she defended but seungmin jumped in. "no you don't , you call me kim seungmin with anger." she glared. "because you make me angry kim seungmin."

"try it." hyunjin said. "what?" she said. "call out to changbin cutely." he smirked. "no." jeongin said. "do I have to?" she looked at the camera. "do it." chan said, she stood up, covering her red face. "why must i do this on camera?" she cringed. "changbinnie." she wrapped her arms around him, everyone cringing. "changbinnie oppa." he smiled satisfied and she sat down in distress. "i can't."

finally everyone settled down , just drinking and enjoying each others company ending the night off.

©️SKZ-BIBI

[weak4skz]

Hope is For Suckers

Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, idol au

Summary: Han and y/n have been friends since before they remember. But what happens if their friendship is severed by an unfortunate situation and Han goes off to be an idol while y/n is in college. When they connect through a mutual friend, what happens then?

Word Count: 1.3k (sorry it's short I'm just trying to get this chapter out)

CHAPTER WARNINGS: eating disorder, negative self talk/thoughts, body dysorphia, a lot of feelings, panic attack

NOT PROOF READ!!!

THIS IS NOT AN ACCURATE REPRESTATION OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED IN THE FIC

A/N: Sorry for the really late update. I've been really busy and haven't been really motivated to write. I might but HIFS on hiatus until July but idk yet. Thank you for all the support though, I really appreciate it

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When we pull into Chan’s designated parking spot I’m so nervous I could puke. 

“Hey,” Chan says, gently putting a hand on my knee to stop its bouncing. “They’ll all love you just as much as I do. But if you still want to go home I’ll drive you ‘kay?”

“No, I want to meet them.” I force out of my mouth. He just nods and we both get out of the car and begin to walk towards the door. When he opens it, the first thing I notice is the smell of freshly baked brownies. Then, I hear yelling and laughing coming from the living room.

“YOU landed on MY property. PAY ME THE DANG FINE.” 

Then I fear another voice scream

“YOU’RE IN JAIL! I’M NOT GIVING MONEY TO A CRIMINAL.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PLAY!!!” the first screams.

All of this over a game of monopoly? 

“Boys” I mutter with a playful roll of my eyes. “I know right” Chan responds with a small smile.

Chan leads me to the living room. “Hey guys” he greets the six men casually.

“Hey Chan hyung.” one with mid length dark hair and glasses responds. “Who’s that?” he asks, pointing to me.

“This is Y/n. She’s a good friend of mine and older than half of you so show some manners and introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Jeongin” glasses says.

“Seungmin”

“I’m Felix”

“I’m sexy king Hyunjin”

“Man shut up.” the shortest says with a small laugh, “I’m Changbin”

“I’m Minho”

Then they go around again and tell me their ages. But I thought Chan told me they’re were eight members in his group? As I finish my thought, someone bursts in through the door.

“‘Sorry I’m late guys. Oh hi… what’s your name? I’m…”

“Han?”

There is a pause, a moment of silence, and for a second I regret saying anything.

“Uh yea, I’m Han Jisung. How did you know my name?”

“Chan talks about you gusy all the time. I just assumed it was you because you were the only one missing. I’m Y/n''

oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh there is no way HAN JISUNG the man who is (partially) responsible for my villain backstory is the eighth member of Chan’s band

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick” I say, trying to excuse myself from the source of my impending panic attack. I speed walk to Chan’s bathroom and lock the door behind me. Once I get the feeling that I’m safe, I slide my back down the door and sit on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and burying my head between them. Then I try to regulate my breathing before I start hyperventilating.

Breath in, one two three, breath out. Breath in, one two three, breath out

I repeat it over anad over again until my breathing is as regulated as it is going to get. Then, I get up and fix my mascara and blot away the bits that escaped with my tears.

I walk out of the bathroom and find Chan alone in the kitchen. “Hey Chan, I’m feeling kind of sick so I think I’m going to head home.” 

“Are you okay? You were fine when we were at lunch.” he looked concerned. Great, now I feel bad for lying

“I just got really bad cramps out of nowhere. And you know I get crabby wehen I don’t feel very well.” I try to end the conversation quickly so he doesn’t catch me lying. “Oh, I didn’t know you were on your period. I would have just brought lunch to your place. Let me go get my keys so I can get you home, kay?” 

My period? Ohhhh, he thinks I’m on my period. Thank God he thought I was on my dperiod because I hadn’t thought that far into my lie. While celebrating that little victory, Han walks into the kitchen. 

“Oh hey. I saw you were looking sick and I wanted to come check up on you” he said while grabbing a soda from the fridge. “Yea I just have really bad cramps.” I lied again.

“That sucks,” he started, taking a sip of his fanta. “Hey, I was just wondering if you went to Fairview High School. You kinda look like this girl I used to hang out with.”

“Uh yeah, I went there. I thought I knew you from somewhere but I couldn’t tell.” I responded. ‘A girl I used to hang out with’ huh. Was I really the only one that was thinking about our relationship for the past seven years. Not gonna lie, that kind of hurt. Because up to a couple moments ago I thought very highly of Han, I still considered him a friend. Because he had been my only friend for so long, I sort of held hope that he would be my friend forever. But I was too naive, I should have known he would forget me. I mean, I’m not that memorable; but I thought I would at least be more than a girl he ‘used to hang out with.’

Not a moment later, Chan comes back into the kitchen with my shoes. “Oh, hey Han. The kids are waiting for you so they can start a new game of uno.”

“Ok. Nice catching up with you Y/N.” I mustered the nicest smile I could at the moment and responded with a bitter ‘you too’ before moving to hop off the counter to put on my shoes. 

Chan holds me down by my knees and kneels down to lace up my converse himself. “What were you guys talking about?” he asked after tying the first shoe. “We used to go to the same highschool.”

“Cool, were you guys friends?” Chan asks, now finished with tying both shoes. “I thought so” I mumble, mostly to myself. 

[fantastic-bby]

SKZ vs. Rich AUs

Pairing: -

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Headcanon

Stray Kids as Rich Protagonists

Warnings: -

Masterlist

Chan (The Kind CEO):

No one really knows how he got to CEO, but they assume it was because he was trusted enough to take over

Extremely respectful

Hot, young, and rich and lowkey a celebrity

Is basically the most wanted bachelor in his industry

Lets his s/o into his office anytime they want bcs he wants to see them 

The kind to show up at his s/o’s office in his big expensive car regardless of where they work 

Ignores hate comments because he knows he’s worked really hard to get where he is

LOVES his job

Doesn’t matter what it is, he LOVES it and puts his all into it 

Is openly a workaholic which means his s/o needs to just get used to the fact that this man lives in his office

Tries to make up for lost time by going out on dates or sending gifts

Plans extremely romantic dates regardless of how lavish it is; rose petals in his living room for anniversaries, clearing out restaurants for birthdays, etc

Has a live-in maid only because he knows that his giant ass penthouse would turn into a dump with how busy he is

“No occasion, I just wanted to give them to you to remind you how much you mean to me”

Minho (The Cold and Sarcastic Entrepreneur):

Rags to riches 

Acknowledges how hard he’s work and extremely protective of his business

Comes off as very cold and doesn’t trust people easily

Mysterious, eccentric, and handsome 

Wouldn’t outwardly agree in letting his s/o visit him at his office, but appreciates whenever there’s a surprise visit he’ll never admit that it makes him feel so loved

Walks to his s/o’s office because he knows the kinds of rumours that could come out of him using his expensive car

Can get pretty upset when seeing hate comments, but composes himself through boxing and taking care of his many cat babies that he spends most of his money on

His business is his little baby that he’s nurtured from the ground up

Is actually extremely affectionate of his s/o despite his sarcastic comments and is practically glued to them at all times

Is really particular and protective about how clean his home is, so he refuses to pay anyone to clean his space

“Do you want to meet my cats? That’s basically me telling you that I love you by the way”

Changbin (The Trust Fund Gym Rat):

His grandparents are so unbelievably wealthy that he doesn’t even need to work

Got bored one day and just decided to buy a whole ass gym because why the fuck not right

Extremely wealthy, funny, and thoughtful

Partially aware of life outside of his class but only because of the gym he goes to

Can be very childish only because he basically can, is really mature when he needs to be 

Likes to show up at his s/o’s office unannounced and hangs around until they’re done bcs he wants to spend time with them

His s/o is completely allowed to just show up at his gym 

Showers his s/o with whatever fitness equipment, food, supplements, whatever that they want because he loves working out together

Doesn’t really care about how other people see him 

Has like three live-in maids for his penthouse because he’s actually spending most of his time with his friends and s/o, but when he is at home, he doesn’t really care about doing anything himself

“You mentioned you were out of protein, so I bought you an extra ten”

Hyunjin (The Self Made Artist):

Started selling his art and basically became viral overnight

Less so of rags to riches only because his family was already in the upper middle class, he just got bumped up to high class when he started selling his art for hundred thousands

Gorgeous, talented, and romantic

Lives in a large rooftop apartment with a skylight because he wants natural light for his art 

Has a room just for his dog to run around in

Is extremely romantic and he loves so unconditionally 

The kind to spoil his s/o with whatever they wanted 

Also the kind to shower w his s/o in his massive bathroom with a rain shower because he said it helps him feel inspired basically he wants to cry in the rain without being in actual rain

Has sketched, drawn, and painted his s/o countless of times

Doesn’t give hate comments that much mind because he thinks it’s not worth his time

Has a scheduled cleaner who comes once a week and keeps his place clean but only because he sometimes gets so lost with art and work that he completely forgets that he hasn’t done anything

“No words or images will ever be able to capture your beauty, my muse”

Jisung (The Masked Musician):

One of the most popular musicians in the world and is credited on hundreds of songs 

Gets really anxious being in the public eye so he decided to keep his identity completely secret

Adorable, shy, and silly

Has a four bedroom apartment in the city which he turned into a home studio 

Loves taking his dog on walks because it gives him a reason to get out of his apartment where he’s usually just cooped up in for days 

NOT the kind to make the first move on his s/o 

Got asked out and almost exploded purely out of embarrassment because he had proceeded to trip right in front of them

Has regular movie nights with his s/o and always tries to get them hooked on anime so that he has more to talk about with them

Has dedicated almost half of his discography to them because he gets so struck with inspiration that it needs to come out somehow

Very very very susceptible to spiralling due to hate comments, but he tries to turn his anxiety into inspiration instead

Cleans his apartment himself because he doesn’t like having strangers in his space

“Here’s another song. It’s also about you, but like it’s different from the last one I promise. Yes it’s also still kinda sad I LOVE YOU A LOT OKAY”

Felix (The Master Chef):

Became a world renowned chef at a surprisingly young age

Loves food SO much, he’s always trying new food and always has a fully stocked kitchen

Considerate, bubbly, and sweet

Always tries so so so so hard to keep his loved ones safe and comfortable

Remembers everyone’s food preferences, dietary restrictions, and favourite foods by heart

Owns a flat with a huge kitchen to accommodate his cooking needs 

Is honestly as shocked as everyone else that he became so famous so young, but is extremely proud of his food and his taste buds

The kind to fall in love with a cafe or restaurant owner who can share his love for food

Can get extremely wary of hate comments especially if they’re directed to his s/o

Handles all the meals and even a pretty regular breakfast in bed situation or late night baking where he insists on doing everything himself while his s/o sits on the counter and watches

His s/o’s also the first person to try his cooking and baking experiments and he always spoon feeds them

Has a cat that he named ‘Eclair’ because he thought it would be cute

Very messy, so he has a scheduled cleaner to help keep his space clean

“Give this a try, bubs, I tried something new”

Seungmin (The Professional Athlete):

A baseball prodigy 

His parents are also athletes, so it wasn’t really that big of a surprise when he basically came out of the womb playing baseball

Quiet, protective, and affectionate in private

Extremely humble despite knowing that he’s considered one of the best baseball players in the world 

The kind who would also date someone in the field because of the shared understanding of sports tournaments 

Tries to get his s/o seats at every one of his games because it makes him feel super energised and motivated knowing that they’re watching -he wants to make them proud-

Owns a pretty lavish apartment that’s nearby a field where he usually trains at

Likes to pretend hate comments don’t exist

Would also try to be at every single one of his s/o’s important events or tournaments because he wants to hold up an embarrassingly large sign that says “THAT’S MY PARTNER!!!! <33333” 

The kind to turn playing respective sports into dates like teaching his s/o how to play baseball or trying to learn his s/o’s sport if it’s something else 

“You almost got it baby! Just a bit more on the aim and you’ll get a strike, trust me!”

Jeongin (The Nepotism Baby):

Got handed down the company by his grandparents 

Has to fight for his place everywhere because no one takes him seriously since he’s young and comes off as relatively inexperienced

Charming, smart, and mature

Is actually extremely mature and only acts childish in private 

The kind to laugh at a joke he found funny the moment he’s alone

Lives in a duplex in the heart of the city

Is more efficient with his money when it comes to spending on his s/o

Understands that he doesn’t need to buy everything for them, but gets things that make sense like gifts when he feels like it or something that they can’t seem to get or afford 

Knows his company like the back of his hand and is so insistent of being involved with the movement because he wants to know every single thing that happens 

Wouldn’t really have his s/o in his office often because he believes in a work-life balance which he thinks could break if he gets too used to working with them around 

But does allow a few lunch breaks if they don’t have enough time to go somewhere else for lunch

Has one live-in maid that has actually been with his family since he was a child 

“Baby, they’ll think I’m too nice if they see me completely in love with you all the time :(“ 

[hyunnieshannie]

Close | HJ - SMAU

Chapter 4: Rent Free?! Series Master list | General Master list Word Count: 8k General Warnings: Strong Language, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of prescription pills (not abused), suggestive content. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, this does not represent the idols mentioned in any way. A/N: Kitty and I cannot write 'short' chapters, only medium to long ones. We are quite chaotic in the way we write, so we thoroughly hope you enjoy it. FAIR WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WAS PROOFREAD BY A TEAM OF : 2 HAN QUOKKAS, 5 JINIRETS, AND 6 LEEBITS AND YOU CAN TELL IT WAS. (Don't ask why I have that many- Mini)

You knew this dinner was going to be awkward. You arrived at Minho’s apartment alongside Mini, Kitty, and Jeongin since you were asked (forced) to get groceries for dinner. You and Kitty assisted Minho in the kitchen while Mini and Jeongin helped Felix prep the apartment for the special guests. With Minho already downing a bottle of soju to himself, and Felix yelling about how he should have made something ‘better’ than brownies, you could already guess how the night was going to go. One of two ways, it would all be fine and everyone would get along or, the other option. It would go to complete hell. 

The door swings open and in walks the five guests, “How the fuck… did you guys not lock the door on your way in?” Minho pouts as he watches the intruders walk in seemingly easily. 

“No, it was locked.” Changbin smiles, as he raises a pair of keys jangling them in front of Minho. 

“Who the fuck gave you a- Felix!” 

“Well actually I caught the Felix myself, he just gave me the keys.” Changbin smirks

Felix preens at the comment and shoots Minho a smirk as devilish as the Cheshire cat. He runs over to Changbin and gives him a big kiss and wraps his arms around his thicc shoulders. The 4 other boys are still standing in the doorway, unsure of where to fit into the situation. 

“Your PDA disgusts me.” Mini says as she covers Jeongins eyes with her hands 

“That’s homophobic.” Felix says blankly

“Has nothing to do with you being gay, and everything to do with the fact that watching you kiss someone with THAT much tongue in front of THE CHILD just ain't right, take it to the bedroom where it belongs boys.” 

“We must protect the children! They’re turning the freaking frogs gay!” Minho yells out, 

“You guys realise I’m an adult right…” Jeongin sighs as he removes Mini’s hands from his face, 

“Blasphemy. You’re a child to us. My sweet lil son.” Kitty teases as she pulls Jeongin into a suffocating hug.

“I’m not your son.” Jeongin mumbles

“I swear you called us mommy the other day?” Mini laughs, 

“Can’t tell if this is getting kinky or weird.” Jisung scoffs as he watches the entire ordeal take place. 

“I can for sure tell you, I do not have a mommy kink, but for enough money I can have whatever kink you need me to have.” Mini winks, 

“That one is Mini.” Seungmin laughs, 

Kitty lets go of Jeongin and finally notices the people standing behind Changbin. “Oh shit, uh come in and make yourselves comfortable”

“Oh so you’re playing host tonight? I thought this was my dorm, my bad.” Minho scoffs

“Bitch, shut up. I’m trying to be nice and help you out a bit since you’re not doing anything other than stand there looking pretty n shit.” Kitty teases, poking Minho's arms.

“Felix and Changbin introduce everyone before Kitty and Mini drink themselves into saying dumb shit again.” Minho sighs, playfully slapping Kitty’s hands away from him

“Don’t they always say dumb shit.” Jeongin questions as he tries to fix his ruffled hair.

Mini whips around to face Jeongin, side eyeing him as she crosses her arms “You’re fucking grounded Yang Jeongin.” 

“Alright, alright, relax. You’re gonna scare them away” you finally say as you watch the confused and slightly amused expressions on your guests faces. “Anyways, Hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you all.” you smile politely, “That over there is our child Jeongin, the one who looks like they might kill you is Mini, the other one that looks like they might kill you is Minho, and the one currently trying to attack Jeongin with kisses is Kitty.” everyone watches as Jeongin and Kitty run around the sofa in the living room, 

“JUST LET ME LOVE YOU” 

“NO YOU’RE FUCKING DRUNK”

“NOT YET IM NOT” 

“BRUH I DON'T WANT TO SEE WHEN YOU ARE THEN”

“And yes,” you sigh, “They are always like this.” 

After everyone introduces themselves, everyone settles into waiting for dinner to be ready. Kitty wrangled Jeongin into the kitchen to assist Minho in finishing preparations for dinner. Leaving you with the rest of the boys and Mini. It was painfully silent, other than Felix and Changbin catching up on their days. You had to admit they were painfully cute together, and you could tell just how smitten they were with one another. It's pretty impressive to you considering how different they are. Changbin is a buff gym bro through and through. He looks like he could kill someone with those muscles. Felix is this sweetheart who wears his heart on his sleeve and bakes brownies in his free time for fucks sake. Of course you know that Felix is a skilled martial artist, but down to his core he's just a kind hearted guy. They seem like total opposites. You presume that's why they’re together, both of them having such immense kindness and love to give. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to work.

After Felix and Changbins conversation comes to an end, more silence falls over the group, only soft muttering coming from the kitchen. Hyunjin looks around and his eyes finally fall on Mini.

“You’re not as quiet as I expected, you don’t talk much in class so I figured you’d be like this at home but I guess not.” Hyunjin laughs as he takes a sip from his glass, 

“I just don’t like anyone in class.” Mini says, 

“You don’t like me?” Hyunjin questions as he raises an eyebrow

“Am I supposed to?” Mini shrugs, 

“WE’RE PARTNERS?!” Hyunjin flails his arms dramatically, acting as if he’d been shot directly through the heart

“And that means I have to like you? Didn’t get the memo sorry boo” Mini laughs as she walks away to grab another bottle of Soju. The more people drink, the less work would get done you thought. 

“Ay Minnie” Jisung yells out, both Mini and Seungmin turn to look at him, “Uh, shit I meant Seungmin… My bad, yo grab me another drink?”

“Get it yourself.” Seungmin scoffs, 

“Miniii,” Jeongin begs in a cute voice, putting on his best pouty face “Can you get me one?” 

“I recall earlier you told me you were an adult, and adults can grab their own drinks.” Mini quips as she turns back towards the kitchen.

“I think I love you.” Seungmin mumbles under his breath

“What?” Mini whips her head to him with wide eyes

“Nothing.” Seungmin smirks, shaking his head as he laughs to himself.

Jisung leans closer to Chan as he studies the interaction between Seungmin and Mini, “Twenty that Seungmin makes a move on her later” 

“Bet” Chan agrees as he shakes Jisungs hand

“Thirty on Mini making the first move.” you say as you watch Mini and Seungmin interact in the kitchen. Your comment surprised the two boys, not noticing that you were listening to their conversation. 

“You’re fucking on” Jisung smiles at you and you swear you felt your heart thud in your chest.

ꕀ❀ꕀ

After some more awkward silences and even more awkward introductory conversations, Minho finally finishes dinner and serves it to the group. Thankfully once the food came out the conversation seemed to flow better. 

“So what I was thinking is everyone from the drama program could help with acting right?” Mini starts, “Then everyone in dance, well we’d need you for the dance portions.” 

“So where do we fit into this?” Seungmin gestures to Chan, Jisung, Changbin, Kitty and himself. 

“English majors, I need your help with the script. And Music majors well. I mean take a wild fucking guess.” Hyunjin sighs, 

“And what if you’re both english and music?” Kitty gestures to herself and Seungmin

“You’re in the music program?” Jisung raises his head in curiosity, 

“Mhm,” Chan hums, “She’s in my class. Speaking of which, how’s the song coming along? The one for midterms.” 

“Uh, yeah, well. It’s mostly, sort of done?” Kitty says as she awkwardly rubs the back of her neck

“Why does that sound like a question” Minho chirps

“Well, I got a name for it. And a general beat. But that's about it” Kitty says as she smiles up at Minho's teasing glances

“Ah that's my procrastinating mother for you” Jeongin smirks from across the table.

“MOMMY KINK, IM FUCKING TELLING YOU” Mini yells

“Well if you need help with lyrics or anything, 3Racha’s got you,” Chan says sweetly with a gentle smile on his face

“Now what the fuck is a 3Racha.” Kitty asks, looking between Chan and Jisung who groans beside him.

“Is that really the name we landed on?” Jisung sighs, 

“It’s better than Trifecta that’s for sure.” Changbin laughs, 

“I agree, 3Racha is definitely better than Trifecta,” Kitty nods as she takes another sip of her soju. You noticed how Chan’s ears got a little red as he quietly thanked Kitty.

“Anyways, back to what we actually need to discuss.” Hyunjin sighs, eyeing Chan in slight disgust.

“I can help with the script too,” you say, raising your hand.

“Sweet, I’ll send you the basic idea for it later,” Mini smiles, “but right now, I am out of soju, and it is utterly disappointing.” she says as she gets up walking towards the kitchen, 

“Yep so am I,” Seungmin quickly stands following her like a lost puppy. 

“You owe me thirty,” Jisung laughs, 

“That is not making a move Jisung” you whisper-yell across the table to him

“Wait, we’re gambling and I wasn’t invited?” Minho huffs, 

“That's what you get for being a housewife. Not invited to the conversations between men.” Jisung laughs, 

“Does that mean you’ve made a wife of me?” Minho teases running a hand down Jisungs arms in teasing seduction, sending shivers down Jisungs spine.

“Moms… I’m scared..” Jeongin says loudly, causing Mini and Kitty to immediately stop what they were doing to check on the baby.

“What happened now?” Mini sighs as she finally walks back from the kitchen, 

“Minho’s flirting with Jisung…” Jeongin says, 

“Oh my god Min, stop being such a whore. Tone it down. You’re scaring him” Kitty says, throwing a napkin at his head. Minho sighs and shakes his head as he giggles, picking up the napkin and throwing it back at Kitty as he sticks out his tongue teasingly.

“It’s ok Jisung, we’ll protect you from the scawy man” Kitty teases 

“Please Kitty, we cannot afford another child right now. That one already lives rent free.” Mini sighs, 

“YOU’RE LIVING RENT FREE?” Hyunjin yells.

“Do I need to start calling you mommy too for that kind of treatment?” Seungmin asks in the most condescending and flirty manner, raising his eyebrows awaiting Mini’s answer.

“You don’t need to call me mommy to get that kind of treatment,” Mini winks, wriggling her eyebrows.

“I am disturbed on so many levels right now.” you say as you shiver.

“I- I can’t tell who's making a move right now and who’s making a joke..” Jisung whispers to Chan, 

“I think we all just lost..” Chan laughs while nudging Jisung.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck is going on?” Hyunjin’s confusion is written all over his face as he takes another swig of soju.

“Two friends in a room, they might kiss” Felix cackles from his throne spot in Changbins lap, throwing his head back in a fit of laughter.

“No they won’t” Mini laughs, shaking her head

“They might,” Seungmin shrugs his shoulders with a shit-eating grin adorning his face.

“So Seungmin can just say dumb shit and somehow have someone interested in him, and yet if I say something dumb I’m looked at like a moron.” Jisung sighs from his seat, placing his head on the table in defeat.

“Rizzless AND bitchless. Yikes” Changbin cackles from behind Felix.

“All it took was one mommy comment… I’m so ashamed.” you shake your head in mock disappointment.

“Actually it wasn’t that but,” Seungmin begins before Minho cuts him off.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN MY KITCHEN?” Minho yells, grabbing a spoon like he's ready to fight. 

“NOTHING! WE JUST TALKED?” Mini throws her hands up in surrender.

“I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. HEATHENS.” Minho seethes in disgust.

“All I did was compliment her” Seungmin shrugs nonchalantly

“AHA! Y/N OWES US THIRTY!” Jisung yells, standing up from the table and pointing at you in sheer excitement. You assume he needed to feel like a winner for once this evening. You look at Mini in disappointment.

“I fucking believed in you.” you whisper, to which the only response you got from her was a confused look on her face. “Oh the betrayal.”  

“Oh so stalker Seungmin got a girl's attention before Jisung? Not surprised.” Hyunjin tuts after successfully shoving more food into his mouth.

“Stalker?” you ask, utterly confused.

“SHUT IT HYUNJIN. I know where you sleep.” Seungmin glares at Hyunjin who just pouts his lips and shakes his head back at him.

“Aw, babe, have you been stalking me? That’s so sweet.” Mini sings as she tugs on Seungmin’s sleeve.

“You guys really are a perfect match…” Hyunjin says, making fake vomiting sounds from his seat.

“Awe common guys, you know my dream is to be on the next episode of Dateline. Having a stalker would make such a great episode don't you think?” Mini whines swaying her arms back and forth, one hand still holding to Seungmins sleeve.

“I am concerned for your safety.” you say to Mini.

“I’m not. Mini’s pretty good in a fight.” Minho sighs, “I think I still have a scar from our last one,” 

“If anything y’all should be concerned for Seungmin’s safety.” Kitty laughs, 

“EVEN BETTER, Being hit is more fun than to be the one hitting.” Seungmin laughs

“Bro?” Chan questions, 

“Are we about to fucking kiss right now?” Mini quickly turns to face Seungmin

“Seungmin calm down, the switch in you is showing.” Bin teasingly warns as he wraps his arms around Felix’s middle, pulling him impossibly closer to his chest.

“I thought… I thought you were a sub..” Jeongin mutters meekly

“What? How would you know that?” Mini shoots back with wide eyes

“We uh… we share a wall..” Jeongin can't look Mini in the eyes as he finished his sentence.

“Oh my god, I’ve traumatised my child… I’m just like my mother” Mini dramatically falls to the ground in true hispanic soap opera fashion. 

“Oh my god, you’ve tainted our boy” Kitty dramatically runs over to Jeongin to pull him to her chest and smother him in snuggles.

“Uh… Well she wasn’t the first one I heard, like I know for sure you’re a switch..” Jeongin strains to say amongst Kitty’s smothering arms. Kitty immediately lets go of Jeongin and grabs his face in her hands.

“And how the fuck would you know that,” she says in an incredibly authoritative tone.

“You’re not very good at checking if I’m home when you bring someone back… have you never wondered why I don’t sit on the couch?” Jeongin says quietly, slightly jarred by the close proximity.

“And why is it that you’ve never said anything until this exact moment, hm?” Kitty teases, squishing his cheeks together between her hands.

“What was I supposed to say? Hey Kitty, don’t fuck random dudes in the living room?” Jeongin says with more confidence.

“I'm throwing that couch away.” Mini states.

“As if you haven't used it for the same purposes” Kitty quips back at her.

“I AM LEARNING WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW” Hyunjin yells out, 

“As if you don’t know your friends' preferences.” Felix laughs, turning to plant a kiss on Changbins temple.

“OO we should make it a game!” Bin chirps from Felix’s shoulder.

“We could go get more alcohol…” Minho offers.

“Fuck it, we’re in too deep now” Seungmin shrugs.

“That's what she said” Jisung mutters sitting back down in his seat.

“And for that comment alone, you’re getting more alcohol.” Minho barks his order to Jisung, who looks at the elder in disbelief.

“WHAT? You can't be serious.” Jisung yells, once again standing up from his seat and proceeding to wave his hands around.

“We’ll send someone with you, don’t worry.” Minho smiles, instantly Mini raises her hands and grabs her boobs, Minho follows right after laying his hands flat on his chest. Kitty gasps and quickly grabs her boobs mid sip dropping her cup of soju in her lap. Felix grabs Changbins hands and happily places them over his chest. Jeongin was confused as to what was happening, missing part of the conversation, but once he saw his friends hands on their chests he knew what was going on. He laughed maniacally and firmly grasped his chest, leaving you the last woman standing.

“FUCK.” you yell, crossing your arms and pouting at the fact you just lost.

“Looks like y/n’s going with Jisung for more soju!” Jeongin teases at you, sticking his tongue out and pointing and laughing at your loss.

“What was that? Don’t get me wrong I’m all for the whole titty grab but I am so confused.” Bin says, proceeding to fondle Felix’s chest.

“It’s a drama kweens ting” Jeongin laughs, 

“A fucking what?” Jisung asks as he gets up to put on his coat.

“It’s the name of our groupchat don’t worry about it.” you say to him.

“God, yours is just as bad as ours.” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“What's yours?” you ask as you get up to get your jacket and shoes.

“Faves” Jisung grimaces as he says the name.

“Awe, how cute you love each other.” you mock

“It wasn’t our choice.” Jisung sighs.

“You guys can talk on your way to the store, hurry up before they close.” Minho yells from the table.

“Yeah yeah we’re going, relax.” you chirp back before toeing on your shoes and walking out the door, trailing behind Jisung.

ꕀ❀ꕀ

The walk to the convenience store down the road wasn’t bad. It was a nice night out, the air cool and the night calm. You and Jisung were talking about the weird and questionable things your friends were doing this evening, laughing as you did.

“It’s good to know your friends are just as weird as mine,” you say happily as you kick your feet.

“It’s nice that they’re all getting along that’s for sure,” Jisung agrees, slowly walking beside you.

“I’m curious to see how well all of us are going to work together,” you say as you fiddle with the sleeves of your jacket, pulling them down to your fingertips.

“I’m curious about your friend and Seungmin to be honest,” Jisung says, giving you a light wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Yeah that was, something.” you awkwardly laugh.

“Let alone Chan not being able to control his blushing.” Jisung says looking up at the night sky.

“HE WAS BLUSHING? I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST DRUNK” you immediately whip your head to look at him.

“YOU DIDN’T SEE IT?” he yells back.

“WHAT NO! WHEN? WHY?” you grab his arms and shake him a bit, desperate for answers.

“Dude, you can’t bring up Kathleen around him, I’m pretty sure he’s had a crush on her since his first year. I don’t think any of us expected her to be ‘Kitty’ though” Jisung says as you continue to shake him.

You look at him in slight disbelief. “No. Fucking. Way.” you enunciate each word and shake him each time.

Jisung just laughs and grabs your arms, “Yes. Fucking. Way.” he mocks back at you.

You laugh at his teasing, until you realise just how close he is to you. You clear your throat and drop your hands from his arms. “So, you knew who Kitty was before you came tonight?”

Jisung chuckles at your sudden shyness. “Yeah, she's in the music department. I recognized you too. You’re in my lit class.”

“You recognized me?” you ask shyly

“Yeah, we’re in the same class.” 

“Oh,” 

“Mhm,” He hums, “We should get back before they hunt us down.” 

“Yeah,” 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Did you go to hell and back for those drinks?” Minho yells once you enter the apartment.

“Yes, actually we did. Got a sick ass burn on my left-” Jisung begins as he places the bags full of soju in the middle of the living room.

“DO NOT FINISH THAT FUCKING SENTANCE” Hyunjin shrieks covering his ears. 

“-arm? Are you okay?” Jisung finishes, quirking an eyebrow at Hyunjin.

“No.” Hyunjin sighs throwing his arms dramatically to his sides

“He lost a bet.” Seungmin sings

“We were gone for a total of twenty minutes, what kind of shit can you get up to in that short of time?” you question as you sit amongst your friends.

“Twenty minutes can get you a lot, there’s card games, drinking games, truth or dare, se-” Mini laughs, 

“FORGET I ASKED.” you yell, putting your hands up to cover Mini’s mouth.

“Wait, you can have sex in twenty minutes?” Jisung asks, cocking his head to the side.

“You can’t?” Mini asks after licking your hands. You whip your hands back at your sides and look at her in disgust and rub your now wet hands on her pants.

“He’s bitchless remember.” Seungmin adds from beside Mini.

“Did you just lick me?” you scoff in disbelief, still rubbing your wet palms on her pants.

“You’re mine now.” Mini says grabbing your hands and licking them again.

“Damn, and here I was wondering what it took to become yours. All I needed was a lick?” Seungmin says as he tilts his head closer to Mini.

“Is that all you want?” Mini asks, inching closer to Seungmin’s face.

“Find out what he wants through the games we all waited to play so that this feels less weird please.” Chan whines from his spot on the floor.

“Once again, you never fail to disgust me,” you sigh, watching you friend 

“GAME TIME GAME TIME!” Jeongin yells as he raises his glass of soju.

“Anyways Bin, it was your idea, you explain the game then” Kitty says, pouring herself and Chan another shot.

“All I was gonna suggest was truth or dare, or like- never have I ever.” Changbin shrugs. You notice that he and Felix have shifted positions on the couch, moreso cuddling up to one another, Felix’s legs draped over Changbins, both firmly squished to each other's sides.

“Circle time kiddos, everyone gather around the coffee table,” Mini claps her hands, 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“TAKE A SHOT BITCH! I KNOW YOU’VE SHOPLIFTED BEFORE” Kitty yells as she points to Mini.

“For legal reasons, I am taking a shot purely out of peer pressure.” Mini calmly says, taking a sip of her soju.

You watch as the group laughs, – 

“Alright, never have I ever-” Mini begins “Missed a class by accident"

“That was so… tame of you…” you say to Mini

“WELL I’VE FUCKING DONE EVERYTHING ELSE.” Mini yells

“Even-” Jisung begins before Mini cuts him off.

“Yes.” Mini says shortly.

“You didn’t let me finish, what if I said something like sex in a public area?” Jisung asks mockingly

“My answer would still be yes?” Mini responds simply.

“She’s a fucking-” Kitty begins

“Slut?” Jeongin suggests

“Whore?” Minho yells right after

“Freak.” Felix says wiggling his eyebrows

“Mhm, yep. I can work with this.” Seungmin nods, taking a sip of his drink

“I hate it here.” Hyunjin says plainly.

“Have you prudes done it in public, hm?” Mini questions back to the group.

Kitty sips her soju not so subtly, before catching Chan and Felix’s attention as their eyes go wide, with the attention on Kitty, Jeongin quickly sips his drink and puts it down hoping no one saw him. 

“My child- you WHORE” Mini gasps, dramatically bringing her hand to her chest in mock disappointment.

“Like mothers, like son.” Minho laughs, the group laughs as they watch Mini throw a pillow at Jeongin, 

“God, I mean I’ve fucked in weird places but in a public area? I don’t think I could.” Changbin said as he massages Felix's legs.

“Me neither,” Felix says

“I’d try.” Seungmin shrugs, nudging Minis' shoulder.

“Yeah same.” Hyunjin says, as everyone’s eyes fall on him, “What? I would.” 

“I’ve never even been with anyone…” You say quietly, hoping that no one really hears your confession.

“YOU’VE NEVER HAD SEX?” Kitty exclaims as she whips her head in your direction. Suddenly all eyes in the apartment are on you.

“No,” You look around to everyone, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment “Is- Is that bad?” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. More less the fact that you had never truly met anyone that had caught your interest enough to even want to date them let alone sleep with them. Sure a few people had taken you out on dates, but nothing ever went far enough for you to even consider them actual potential partners, and hookups just weren’t your thing. 

“No baby, that's not bad,” Kitty reassures as she notices your slight embarrassment.

“I mean, like it’s kinda-” Jisung begins looking for the proper words “cute.” He beams a sincere smile at you. Your heart thuds in your chest again. You don't know if you like that feeling yet or not, but his smile is quite intoxicating. Or were you just intoxicated?

ꕀ❀ꕀ

By the time the talk died down, everyone was truly fucked. You don’t think any of them (your own friends) had drank that much in a while due to the stress of midterms coming around, and yet all of them went all out and pretty much shot for shot with the others who seemingly drank more often than the rest of you; with the exception of Chan who would occasionally fake the drink hoping no one would notice. Surely someone would have, if they hadn’t been so drunk. You had learned a lot about your close and new friends, some things you could have lived without knowing, but still now you knew. You were glad they were able to get along, but now everyone was passed out in Felix and Minho’s living room. Felix and Changbin had disappeared into Felix’s room after everyone else had fallen asleep. Kitty laid sprawled out on the couch with Jeongin cuddling on top of her. How they got into that position? A protective son making sure no one (specifically ‘Christopher’) would make their move on his mother, after witnessing Chan’s cheesy pickup lines and increasingly fond gazes. Hyunjin was curled up in a ball on the floor muttering incoherent words in his sleep, while Minho lays comfortably on his arm chair with a blanket wrapped around him. Chan was fast asleep on the floor directly in front of the couch. Making sure Jeongin didn’t pull some shit for sure. As if Jeongin would ever. That's his mother for Christ's sake. You distinctly remember the brief conversation between Mini and Seungmin before both of them ended up disappearing within Minho’s room. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Well, that bitch took my spot so, I’m taking his.” Mini slurs, as she gets up heading towards Minho’s room, 

“The others took all the good spots so I’m joining.” Seungmin adds, sending a smug grin to Mini.

“Fuck in my bed and I kill you both.” Minho mutters, still half asleep before falling back asleep. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“They’re heavy sleepers huh?” Jisung whispers, he holds in a small laugh as Changbin’s loud snoring echoes through the apartment. 

“A bomb could go off in the Chaos dorm and they’d all still be asleep.” you whisper back

“Who’s the chaos dorm again?” Jisung questions through his drunken stupor, trying his best not to slur his words.

“Kitty, Mini, Innie.” you say as you point to each person in the room

“Got it,” Jisung says, throwing you an ‘ok’ with his fingers.

“Minho’s cats have given him enough hell. I'm pretty sure snoring isn’t the worst of it, one time Dori was running rampant in his room, and he just shrugged the cat off and went right back to sleep; and well I just couldn’t sleep.” you

“Yeah, I’m sure Felix is used to it by now.” Jisung

“By now?” You ask, 

“I mean, seeing as he hasn’t come out here, or woken Bin up I’m just assuming that he’s gotten used to the snoring…” 

“Can you two fucking talk somewhere else, some of us are trying to sleep.” Jeongin says, barely lifting his head from Kitty’s chest.

“Jesus christ you scared me.” you slightly jumped up from your seat, hand on your chest as you weren't expecting anyone to still be conscious.

“Either make yourself useful and get me a water, or fuck off.” Jeongin grumbles.

“I’m telling your mothers you swore at me.” you tease.

“All I gotta do is cuddle up to Kitty and she’ll forgive me.” Jeongin says as he nuzzles further into Kitty’s chest.

“Mini won’t,”

“You underestimate my cuteness, '' Jeongin says, wiggling his eyebrows, eyes still closed.

“You underestimate Mini’s bloodlust.” you shoot back.

Jeongin groans, carefully lifting himself off Kitty. He contemplates for just a moment whether or not to step on Chan before ultimately deciding not to wake him, out of fear Chan may attempt to take his spot. A spot he both found comfortable and slightly comforting. As much as Jeongin would run from any sort of physical affection, or push away his roommates when they’d try to cuddle up to him in a public setting; he did really enjoy being cuddled. More specifically to be the one to cuddle someone. So the idea of Chan secretly sneaking up to cuddle Kitty, and taking his spot was one he wouldn’t risk by pettily waking him up. He’d already lost one of his roommates to someone else, Kitty would not be next. Internally you laughed at Jeongin’s over protective instincts over his roommates.  When Jeongin had first arrived on campus, he did what he could to convince people he did not know the pair of girls. Though they made it painfully obvious with the constant use of his nicknames, running up on him and attacking his poor cheeks with pinches, and kisses. Eventually he had given up on trying to avoid them in public and ultimately joined in on the little friend group they had created. Jeongin would never admit it, but he did love the two like sisters. The jokes of them being his mothers came later in his first semester, after the group had learned he had been living with them the whole time; being housed and fed all for the low cost of zero dollars out of his wallet. 

Now that you really think of it, the entirety of the friend group had somehow been drawn in strangely.  When you had met the group; it had been Kitty, Mini, Felix, Jeongin and Minho. You remember distinctly how you were waiting in line at the coffee shop near the English building. It was your first day, you didn’t know anyone. People were already paired off with friends and talking while you stood alone. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

‘All I’m saying is that a small party in our dorm isn't a bad idea.’ someone had said behind you, 

‘Min, the last time you held a small party, one person threw up in the fucking tub, another ended up trying to steal Soonie, and god forbid Minho ever finds out about that because he will murder their entire bloodline.’ another voiced, 

‘And it was a fucking banger of a night, prove me wrong. That's right you can’t.’ the other laughed back, ‘and Minho didn’t notice his own child almost being kidnapped. Imagine? Anyways, that's exactly why I said in our dorm, no chance of SoonDoonDori getting cat-napped.’ 

‘Innie isn’t gonna like the idea of people in our space. He’s doing his best at pretending you know?’ 

‘Little shit can pretend he showed up at the party or leave then? Duh.’ 

You quietly listened in to the conversation happening behind you, as the line moved forward. The two girls talking behind you seemed to quiet down before your turn to order had finally arrived. You scanned the menu for a moment, completely unprepared to order since you didn't know what was good or not.

‘You look lost.’ one of them said, you turned to face the two girls- 

‘Honestly, I don’t know what's good here..’ you whisper, the girls looked to each other before walking in front of you, 

‘I got you,’ she smiled, ‘Give us our usual's, and add one of mine for her.’ The taller one said. The girl behind the counter smiled, as she quickly punched the orders in. The shorter one simply smiled before she walked off to wait for her order. The shorter one gave off a warm welcoming vibe, she was really adorable the more you looked at her. She was dressed in a fitted white crop top, high waisted baggy ripped jeans with chain hearts on her hips, a cropped grey sweater adorning her shoulders, and a pair of Air Force Ones peaking out her pant bottoms. Her long brown to blonde Ombre hair fanned halfway down her back. She was definitely into her accessories. Every finger had a ring or multiple rings on them and she was wearing at least 3 necklaces that you could tell. She had chains on her hips, bracelets on each wrist, a watch on her arm, and bold earrings, all a mix of silvers and golds. Wired rimmed glasses, a simple makeup style, and a plain leather backpack with plushies hanging from the zippers finished off her look. While the taller one was a bigger build. She was honestly intimidating. She gave off a serious and a slight would probably start a fight kind of vibe. Which wasn’t helped by her appearance. While tall, she was covered in tattoos, long split dyed hair which easily reached her lower back had she not tied half of it up, and bold makeup. Her style was best described as what Pinterest would label a mix of ‘e-girl’ and ‘tech’. Baggy black pants with chains, and an unreasonable amount of pockets. A tight fitting black tee shirt, with a massively oversized black zip up hoodie. Like her friend, she wore silver and black rings on every finger. Mismatched silver earrings, one of a cross dangling down, while the other was just a chain. A simple silver chain rested on her neck. Completed with a pair of black combat boots and a black backpack lazily slung over one of her shoulders. You supposed the true ‘best’ way to describe her would be ‘Clad in black,’ as so famously described by Jonathan Harker after meeting Dracula. You’d have thought her a vampire if not for the silver, or were those werewolves that feared silver? 

You shook the thought from your head as the taller one grabbed your wrist lightly, tugging you towards the end of the bar to await your drink. 

‘First day?’ the small one asked, smiling warmly to you while the other checked her phone. You nodded softly, looking toward the ground. 

‘Just transferred here, I heard the Drama program here was better.’

‘You’re in the drama program?’ The taller one looked up from her phone, ‘Fantastic!’ 

Before you knew it you were being led down the pathways, through the campus towards the two girls dorm. A part of you just wanted a coffee and to go back to your own room, but somehow you had managed to be convinced to join them on what they described as ‘whatever adventure we come across’. When the door opened to their dorm, a boy stood quietly in the kitchen as he stared deeply into the fridge. 

‘Jesus you two really don’t cook in here.’ he muttered as he heard the door open, looking up only to find you standing beside them, ‘and who’s this?’

‘Just some girl I kidnapped.’ The taller one shrugged, ‘All alone in a coffee shop, can you believe it? Can we keep her?’ 

‘You can’t just keep bringing strays home.’ he sighed, ‘Can you two even afford another child?’ 

‘I- can uh,’ you looked towards the door, 

‘Don’t mind Minho he’s just mad he’s not the favourite anymore,’ 

‘Kitty.’ 

‘Yessss Minho?’ 

‘Do you want to die?’ 

‘Don’t threaten me with a good time’ 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Get out of my way,” Jeongin pushed past you as he made his way to the kitchen, 

“Manners Innie,” 

“Fuck you,” he whispered back, 

“Feisty.” Jeongin made quick of grabbing his water, and shuffled back towards the couch. He lightly kicked Chan before he climbed back on top of Kitty, snuggling back into her chest. Before you knew it, he was once again passed out in the comfort of Kitty’s embrace. 

Jisung held in a laugh, as he watched Chan stir in his sleep. Somehow, the kick from Jeongin hadn’t managed to wake him. 

“So,” Jisung whispered, “I’m guessing you were left with no choice about joining this thing too?” He slowly makes his way to you, as you stare out the window. Placing himself down in the empty spot beside you. You hum in response, as you watch the clouds roll in. Rain would be nice. “What’ya looking at?” 

“The clouds. Looks like it might rain,” you sigh, 

“Do you not like the rain?” 

“Love it actually,” you continue staring out the window, if the rain starts maybe you’d sneak outside and simply sit and watch as it falls. And as if the earth had heard your thoughts, the first drop of water slides slowly down the window. You always loved the rain. There was something about it that made you feel calm. Maybe it was the way that rain symbolized washing away the old and bringing in the new. Maybe it was the memories of playing in the rain as a child came to your mind every time a light sprinkling fell from the sky. Maybe it was the reminder of how you would make forts in your bedroom as a teenager at the first sound of thunder. You had always loved the rain, finding comfort in the humidity and constant pattering of raindrops. Every time it rained now, you would have the urge to go out and smell the rain. Taking in the scent of the fresh rainfall and wandering around to splash in the puddles. This time was no exception. 

You quickly get up, rushing to the door as quietly as possible. Slipping on your shoes, and slowly opening the door, 

“Where are you going? It’s three thirty in the morning-” 

“To watch the rain,” you smile before walking out the door, slowly closing it behind you. You rush down the hall and towards the elevator quickly hopping in and hitting the button from the ground floor. On the way from the fourth floor to the lobby, you remember you had left your phone and keys in the dorm, but surely no one would lock you out since the majority of them were knocked out from the night of drinking. 

You sat under the awning, watching as the rain turned from a light drizzle to an extreme downpour. Five minutes passed, before you realized that not only had you left your phone and keys back inside, but you didn’t bring your coat with you. You could endure the cold as long as needed if it meant you got to watch the rain. The sound of it hitting against the ground was the same calming pattering you remember from your youth. A wave of comfort already filled you as you listened to the sound of the rain hitting the ground, the awning above you, and the splash from the cars driving through puddles. The scent of it filling your senses, with a pleasant sense of nostalgia. Rainy days may seem glum to many; but to you it was nothing but peace. Rainy days meant relaxation and time for yourself. 

“You’re gonna catch a cold sitting out here without a jacket.” Jisung sighed, as he lightly placed his hoodie over you, “Seriously, you couldn’t take a moment to make sure you weren’t gonna get sick? You need to take care of your health, you know."

“Thanks,” you mumble meekly, slightly embarrassed you forgot such an important item. “I’m pretty okay with being cold, as long as I don’t miss the passing storm.” 

“You’d get sick for a storm?” 

“Any day.” he hums in acknowledgment, and slowly sits on the other end of the step. He watches as the rain pours down. The silence was neither uncomfortable nor awkward, but well appreciated. You hear him shuffle in his spot, looking to him you notice he’s sitting with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of the weather. It was two more moments of silence before he begins to hum, a tune that wasn’t recognizable to you. 

“What’s that song?” you ask, 

“I don’t know yet, just something that popped into my head.” quickly he pulls his phone from his pocket and begins to record a voice memo into it, “Fuck.” he mutters, “No, not that.” 

You watch as he fidgets with his phone, typing and recording whatever comes to mind. You wonder if this is normal behavior for him. Does Kitty get like this too when she writes music? Do all musicians do this? His legs are bouncing up and down as he re-records and hums the tune to his phone over and over. You smile to yourself watching how serious he is about this little diddy he’s working on.

“I still freeze..” He whispers, “yeah, yeah that works.” he finally looks back up from his phone before giving you an awkward smile, “Ah, uh. Sorry, I just didn’t want to lose the thought, sorry if I was bothering you.” 

“No, no it’s fine.” 

“If you were wondering, I, uh. I-” his cheeks begin to turn a light shade of red as he looks back down at his phone, “I uh, write songs. Sometimes.” he coughs lightly, “I- I mean we all do, Chan, Bin, and I.” 

You watch as he fidgets in his spot on the stairs. He’s rambling about producing and writing music. You find yourself completely enamored by his cuteness. He's so shy while explaining his passion to you. You wrap the sweatshirt closer around yourself. Right, the sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. You look down and notice how the sweatshirt is ridiculously large on you, giving you the cutest lil sweater paws. You pulled the sleeves up to your nose that was starting to get a little cool. The scent of amber and lilacs filled your nose. The scent was strangely addicting and comforting, especially mixed with the rain. You wanted to wrap yourself further into this smell, you brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees and nestling your face into the sleeves. Basking in the comfort and warmth. You look back at Jisung and notice that he’s only in a long sleeve. Why did he give up his sweatshirt to a complete stranger? You two only just met a few hours ago and he gave you the sweater off his back to keep you warm and is opening up to you about one of his greatest passions. You feel your heart swell the more you look at him and listen to him talk. His cheeks are so full, you want to poke them so badly. 

“Did I bore you?” Jisung whispers, 

“Not at all, I was just thinking” 

“What about?” 

“I feel the same way about both acting and lit,” you beamed at him, noticing his slight bit of embarrassment. “I don’t know. There’s something about acting that makes me happy. Pretending to be someone else, getting into the role of that person. Their emotions, their story.” 

Do you enjoy it because you get to pretend to be anyone else rather than yourself? So that you can escape your own emotions for just a moment? Jisung wondered, he smiled back at you as he let himself fall deep in thought. Because maybe that’s why I let myself fall into music. To escape my own reality. Do you do it as well? 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?” he laughs, 

“You look so sad?” 

“Mm, sometimes I overthink things. So,” he answered without thinking, 

“Overthink things? Like what?” He simply gives you a small smile, 

“Like if I enjoy the rain, or the silence that comes along with a rainy day.” He sighs, as he looks towards the rain once more. A part of him did want to ask the question he had originally thought. The reason you enjoy acting so much, but he knew it was a question that could potentially scare you off. Prying for such a personal answer could prove to be uncomfortable. Instead he kept his inner thoughts within himself and answered your question with a simple answer about the rain. 

“Sometimes, I wonder the same thing.” You look towards the rain once more, once again a comfortable silence falling between the two of you. 

Finally, with the help of the sound of the rain, and the warmth of Jisung’s hoodie you feel your eyes falling heavily. You begin to nod off slowly. The sound of the rain drowning out the rest of the world. You could feel your body starting to lean off falling slowly as you fell asleep. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

When you woke up, the smell of eggs and toast filled the room. Quiet chatter outside the room you lay in. You found yourself cuddled up in Jisung’s hoodie, with a blanket carefully wrapped around you. You carefully walked out of the room, opening the door to the ten people huddled around Minho’s coffee table. 

“Morning!” Felix chirped as he heard the door creak open, 

“More like afternoon,” 

“How did I get into Minho’s room?” you grumble, still half asleep. 

“Jisung brought you back up, heard you fell asleep listening to the rain again.” Minho laughed, 

“Oh-” you felt your face heat up, the poor man had to carry you all the way back upstairs. “I’m sorry about that Jisung, you should have just woken me up.” 

“It’s fine honestly, you were tired.” Jisung gave you a sweet smile, his cheeks puffing out. “I wasn’t gonna wake you.” 

“Please, as if you could, heavy ass sleeper. When she does sleep that is.” Minho laughs,

You give Jisung an apologetic look. You feel horrible for having him carry you up to bed last night. But damn, how strong was this man to carry you up? “Seriously though, I’m sorry. I do that a lot.” 

“It’s cool, honestly it really wasn’t any trouble.” 

“Little miss can only sleep when there's rain, Jesus how do you survive the dry seasons? Or the winter?” Minho scoffs, you roll your eyes at him and place yourself in the only available spot between Kitty and Mini. 

“Nothing a few sleeping pills and tea can’t help.” you shrug.

You all sat around, chatting lightly with each other while eating breakfast together. Everyone looked like they were nursing their hangovers, apart from Chan, Kitty, Mini, Minho, and Changbin who all seemed to be completely fine. You knew for a fact that Kitty, Mini, and Minho had ridiculous tolerances for alcohol, those three could drink a whole bar dry and still be fine the next day. Chan obviously didn’t really drink last night, and if he did have a shot in his hand, Kitty took it out from between his fingers and drank it herself. And of course Changbin was fine. You’ve heard stories from Felix how Changbin never got hangovers. You always thought he was lying but you saw for yourself that he was indeed telling the truth. The others were pretty quiet for the most part, some of them staring off into space, zoning out from just waking up or trying to quiet the pounding headaches in their heads.

“Wait , do I have everyone’s number then?” Mini asks, as she looks around the room. Everyone nods as she types away on her phone. Your phone buzzes a few times, before you finally give in and check the messages coming in. 

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[cutecherrygirl]

Hi.

Ill start writing more for maknae line after this one lol. And also, should I start writing smut again? Let me know in the comments<3

Skz Hyungline imagine

You break up.

Warnings: sad, agnst, cringe, 😞

Bang Chan

"Y/N, this isn't right. The spark is gone. I dont want to pretend." Chan told you. You felt tears roll down your cheeks. "How long has it been, Chan? Maybe I was never enough. Maybe that's why uts gone. Because of me. That's why, isn't it?" He has a sad look in his eyes "Y/n. Its not you. You were enough." "Dont, Chan. Skip the whole 'its not you its me' thing. Because I've heard that before, okay? Amd if I were enough, wouldn't the spark still be there? Wouldn't you-" Youchole on a sob "- Wouldn't you still love me?" "Its not you. Trust me. I loved you." "And I love you. But I can't force you to feel the same." A humorous chuckle escapes your lips "Well, I hope you find someone who will be good enough." He has to hold himself back from hugging you. It would be like hugging a friend. "Im sorry." And just like that,he left.

Lee know

"Im tired of this, Y/N! Im tired of always coming home and having to spend time with you because you need attention!" Minho spat. "Well, im so tired of you drinking and coming home where I have to take care of your sorry butt." You frown. "Really? Because you dont seem to mind the money." "Lee Minho I never cared about the money! I neber cared if you were in a band or not when I dated you or when I met you. I always tell you to not buy me anything!" "Im so tired of you pretending to be selfless!" "Im so tired of you accusing me!" "Im so tired of you!" Minho yells. You froze blinking away the tears. "Fine, then ill just go." You walk out the door, calling your friend to ask her if she could pick ur your belongings.

Changbin

"y/n! What is this!?" Changbin asked, tossing his phone to you. You caught it starled. You looked and saw a photo of you and JYP. In the photo, you were kissing his cheek. "Binnie, thats not real." "It certainly looks real! Are you really cheating on me? You're not even freaking out." "Because this has happened before, remember?" You stood up " Binnie, why would I ever cheat on you? I thought you trusted me!" "I did! But who know's if you're lying? Maybe you're just looking for fame" he frowned. Youstared at him in disbelief " do you realize how stupid that sounds? If I ever wanted fame, I would have dated Idols before you!" "Who says you didn't Y/N!?" He spat. "I do! You know what? Why am I trying? Goodbye Seo Changbin!" You glared at him , before running to ur room and starting to pack. Once you were done, you stared at him right in the eye. "I hope you actually believe your next girlfriend." You walked away.

[dvbkie099]

five - welcome to the compound

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

| MASTERLIST

It was entirely different, seeing her in her element. Hair braided back and a black surgical mask upon her face. Even with half of her face covered, he got to see her face much closer than he had in the past two weeks.

Everything about the space was so uniquely her, from the burgundy leather of the tattooing bed, the dark grey of the walls, the floating wooden bookshelves with old classics, the framed sketches on the walls, the lingering smell of mahogany and whiskey that carried throughout the shop, and the playlist echoing softly throughout the room consisting of Rina Sawayama and Wet Leg.

It was awkward lying shirtless in front of her, but she hadn't commented or reacted out of the ordinary. It was strange for him to feel this way. He was confident in his body, why wouldn't he be, he was not named 'The Enforcer' for nothing.

"You still feeling good?" She asked, picking up her tattoo gun to clean it and swap the black ink to red. 

He tried not to think too much about her warm hand on his cold chest.

"Yeah." 

"Do you want a blanket at all? Your body temperature dropped." She offered.

"That sounds great." He said, "You don't need to check on me so much."

"I kinda do," She hummed grabbing a light grey knit blanket off of a dresser and dropping it on his chest, "This is your first tattoo, and men, in general, tend to have a worse reaction."

"So I've heard." He spoke, adjusting the blanket 

"Do you want any other tattoos? I'm going in with the red now."

"Eventually yeah. It's just been a safety risk beforehand for us, so that's why none of us have tattoos."

"You guys are pretty strong on security. Most artists don't care whether or not the money we get paid was gained from bad blood."

"Well, we were being extra careful after everything went down. Didn't know who possibly could be involved with whom."

"Makes sense."

They sat in silence for the rest of the session, and only when she was applying the second skin to his pectoral. 

"You tattooing anyone else today?"

"No, I'm doing two at a time. I'm getting Jisung and Minho tomorrow." 

"Care for an official tour of the building?" 

She glanced at him, as she began to clean up.

"Sure. Do you have permission to give me a tour?"

"I don't need permission, I'm Chan's right hand."

She raised an unconvinced eyebrow at him.

"Okay, Chan gave me permission."

"That's what I thought." She grinned, "You can sit up and put your shirt back on."

He got up, grabbing his t-shirt but not putting it on, instead walking over to the mirror and admiring his first ink.

The logo they had decided on from the many different logos and iterations was rather simplistic. An outline of a circle in black, with the letters 'SKZ' written in the center in a rather scratchy font. Only the 'K' in the center was a bright cherry red. Unlike the last gang tattoo she had done, the guys pretty much all wanted them in different spots, and as such, she had eight stencils of two different sizes.

Chan and Changbin were one of two pairs, both getting theirs on the right pectoral. Jisung and Minho, the other pair, hence why she was tattooing them back-to-back, both wanted them on their left deltoids. Hyunjin wanted his on the back of his right hand, which Minji was still unsure of the reasoning given that Hyunjin always wore gloves whenever he was around people other than the guys, and recently, her. Jeongin was wanting his on the side of his left ankle, which she thought suited the shy man. Felix was also getting it on his ankle, but the right one instead. Lastly, Seungmin had picked the inside of his right wrist, mimicking one of her tattoos. 

By the time she had finished cleaning and putting away her equipment, and had ditched her mask and gloves, Changbin was leaning against a bare portion of the wall, arms crossed over his chest and watching her.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to show me around?"

"What do you prefer?" He teased, that stupid smirk reappearing on his face.

Scoffing, she smacked the side of his chest that she hadn't tattooed as the passed through the door. She heard him chucking as he followed her through the employee's access into the rest of the building. Only when she had reached the backdoor towards the alleyway of the building did she turn to look back at him.

"Are you going to show me around or not?"

"As you command. So you're familiar with the first-floor back hallways between your shop and the Serpent Lagoon. The rest of the second floor is full of decoy rooms, in case a guest wanders off. The third floor also has some decoy rooms, much like the one you've been in before..."

His voice trailed off, his mind going to the fateful night. 

"The fourth floor is where the actual rooms start happening," Chanbin explained, as he pushed open a seemingly benign supply closet door. 

The swanky, jazz club interior of the early floors disappeared into a modern interior design, the carpet giving way to hardwood flooring and the walls now covered with pricier artwork instead of artwork she would've seen in a nice hotel.

"The fourth and fifth floors contain our condos." Changbin explained, "Hyunjin, Jeongin, Felix, and Jisung all live on this floor."

He guided her to a lobby of sorts, with a swanky elevator. He pointed out the four black doors on the floor, unlabelled but each door instead holding a symbol on it.

"What do the symbols mean?"

"You'd have to ask them. But they live on the floor in alphabetical order from right to left. Word of warning though, if you come around here, I wouldn't just knock or barge into anyone's rooms. We're all pretty particular about our personal spaces here. Jeongin and Minho are the most so. If you're going to go into anyone's apartment, the best space is Felix's apartment, unless you are allergic to common baking ingredients."

"I'm not."

The two boarded the elevator, going up a floor. When they stepped into the lobby, it was the same as the previous floor, with four doors. 

"Myself, Minho, and Seungmin live on this floor, plus there's an unused condo we use for guests or storage."

"Where does Chan live?"

"He's one floor up," Changbin said, nudging her back in the direction of the elevator. "His condo is special, as the elevator opens directly into the house. Because it takes up the entire floor, we tend to use it as a communal space. We're having dinner there tonight if you want to join in."

"Sure thing." Minji said, "So what's on the next floor?"

The elevator door opened again, now on the seventh floor. Minji was completely in awe at the sight of it, stepping out of the elevator before Changbin even said anything.

"I think you know." Changbin chuckled.

The entire seventh floor was one massive laboratory, and by god it was beautiful. It was filled with the best equipment money could buy. It was similar to the senior lab at SNU, and she found herself itching to create and tamper.

"Minji!" 

The woman tore her eyes away from probably the coolest dissecting station she had ever seen, landing instead on the smiley form of Jeongin, clad in a lab coat and goggles, approaching him, Seungmin trailing behind him.

"What are you two doing here?"

"I'm giving her a tour."

"Are you staying for dinner?" Seungmin prompted, looking at Changbin in a way Minji refused to comment on or even acknowledge.

"I am." Minji said, "I wasn't aware that you had lab experience."

"My job is Information, but outside of that I tend to work in the lab." Seungmin said, "I love learning, and while I hold a degree in data analysis, my minor was in biochemistry."

"Is that how you and Jeongin met?"

"No, I didn't go to SNU." Seungmin said, "You went there though, right? Jeongin mentioned it."

"Yeah, I have a degree in biotechnology. I started medical school like Jeongin but dropped out because I realized it wasn't for me." 

Jeongin gasped, "You didn't tell me your pre-med was biotechnology! I haven't had anyone to rant about the tumor-detecting sensor bacteria!"

Changbin cut her off before she could speak again, "You can steal her another time for a nerd rant, but I know Chan wants those tests done before dinner and we have a tour to finish."

Amidst the whining from Jeongin and Seungmin's amused smirk, the pair of them disappeared back into the elevator as Changbin punched in for the next floor. 

"Why didn't you let me tour the lab?"

"Because that's Jeongin's specialty, and knowing how you seem to operate, you could spend an entire day touring every nook and cranny."

She couldn't even be annoyed at him, instead simmering in silence as they continued their tour. The eighth and ninth floors were in an atrium, similar to the club, the eighth floor was mostly covered by a large training ring, while the ninth floor had a multitude of fitness machines. The far wall of the eighth floor contained a wall of targets, the area walled off by bullet-proof glass, making it the most sophisticated shooting range she had ever seen. She also noted that it was the first set of floors that did not have any windows. Even Jeongin's lab had windows, even if they were tinted.

It was the tenth and final floor that took her off-guard, a stunning ballroom with floor-to-ceiling windows, crystal chandeliers and the richest of hardwood floorings. At the back wall sat a bar somehow more luxurious than wooden bars within the club.

"How often do you guys use this room?"

"Not often," Changbin hummed, "But since we are the largest gang in South Korea, we tend to host annual large parties for the other gangs we are allied with. There's one coming up in three months. If you are interested, and if Chan allows it, you could attend it."

"I would like that." Minji said, "There are some people I haven't seen in over a year that I'd like to see again."

"People that were affiliated and allied with GOT7?" Changbin asked.

"Yeah. Am I correct in assuming that you kept those contacts?"

"Yes. We trained alongside many of them, and worked with a lot of them." Changbin said, watching her as she inspected the room. "Are there any people in particular?"

"There's Younghyun of course, and Chaeyoung, who was my first apprentice. Hyunwoo was my mentor. And Jungkook too, was an apprentice of mine as well. There's Chaeyeon too, but she's probably still abroad on her mission." 

"Wow, you are well connected," Changbin said, following her as she wandered back to the elevator.

"I'm a likeable person I guess, and the guys made sure to introduce me to people." Minji explained, "What's left to see?"

"There's the basements left," Changbin said, "If you're interested and want to get back into your old lifestyle, I'm sure Chan would be happy to have you work as a social bridge between us and other groups."

"I'll think about it. I have conditions though, that I will not budge on." Minji said, "How many basements do you have?"

"Reasonable." Changbin said, "We have two. One of them you've seen half of, as it's the parking garage. The other half is our side of the parking garage, which you'll have access to once Felix finishes adding your vehicle to the security scanners."

Their side of the parking garage wasn't much, truth be told, just containing a nice repair/maintenance station and a solid collection of vehicles. 

"Outside of the training grounds, you're most likely to find me here," Changbin said, eyes clinging to her frame as admired a Multistrada. "I do mechanic work when I can."

"Were you one before all of this?"

"I was."

"Cool. What's the last basement?"

"That would be the insomnia zone."

She thought he was joking, but he was spot on with the description. The final basement was the smallest area, but Changbin was quick to explain that it was due to the extra fortifications around the level due to the importance of the area. This floor contained a massive server room, at which the centre was a room sectioned off by glass painted with neon lines that emulated opening credit artwork for a sci-fi anime. Within the glass-encased room was a gamer's dream room, though the true purpose of the room was certainly not for that.

"May I present the insomnia zone, which is properly known as Felix's office, though Seungmin also has a desk. You're likely to find the younger members down here frequently, as it's almost impossible to pull them away from their babies." Changbin explained, "When it is not being used for work, it's also a top-of-the-line gaming space if you're into that stuff."

"I'm not, but I'm familiar enough to see the quality of the space," Minji said, chuckling at the full fridge stocked with meal-prepped dishes and energy drinks. "If the younger guys are impossible to pull away from here, then why isn't anyone out here?"

"Felix is the only one allowed to help Minho when he's cooking, so that's where he is. We saw Seungmin and Jeongin earlier, so Jisung is likely somewhere else." Changbin explained, as they finally exited, "Probably showering before dinner. Speaking of, Minho's just called everyone to dinner, so we should head up to Chan's place."

"Do you know what we'll be having for dinner?"

"No clue, but it'll be good."

"How so?"

"It's Minho's cooking, it's always good."

"Always?"

"So long as Seungmin doesn't fuck with it? Yeah."

"How often does he do that?"

"More than you think."

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Wow, he’s hot

“Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seo Changbin (SKZ)

Word Count: 8K

Genre: Neighbors to Lovers? Lol

Warnings: Aged up characters (Changbin is ten years older than the reader), explicit sexual content, language, drinking

Summary: You were a fresh college graduate, returning home for the summer before starting a bright, shiny new position in the city, but you certainly weren’t expecting to fall hard for your neighbor. 

A/N: I hope at least one person gets my reference/pun at the end....But seriously? Oh, what have I done...

Your roommate was hungover again, dressed to the nines in a purple bathrobe and pink fluffy slippers as she attempted to move huge boxes of random shit between her bedroom and the foyer of your shared apartment. 

It was priceless entertainment, at least in your opinion, especially after witnessing your roommate in rare form the previous night dancing from one frat boy to the next, draining entire bottles of alcohol like she needed the liquid encouragement. 

From what you had observed, she was determined to embarrass you at all costs, and under normal circumstances, you could’ve avoided her rather inappropriate behavior in exchange for your regular hook-up, Joshua. But he decided to remain mysteriously absent for the entire evening, which meant that you had been stuck watching over your roommate, hoping that she wouldn’t get you kicked out again....

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N,” Laura huffed, pausing next to the counter-top where you sat. “What did you expect? It was my last night of freedom before going back home.”

“Yeah,” you snorted. “It was mine too, but I wasn’t plastered face-down in the shower last night.”

“Whatever,” Laura grimaced. “Did you sign off on the lease yet?”

“I did it earlier,” you replied. 

“Our bitchy landlord’s been complaining all week,” Laura said. “I’m tired of her late-night phone calls, plus my mom’s been really annoying about the move.”

“Oh?” you questioned. “When is she coming?”

“In like an hour,” Laura huffed. “Why do you think I’m busting my ass to pack everything?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe you needed a distraction from thinking about puking in the bushes behind the frat house last night.”

“Oh, shut up about that!” Laura hissed, slapping your arm as you kept laughing. “Isn’t you brother coming tomorrow?”

“Ugh, yeah,” you groaned. “He said he has to come super early because of work, but my ass doesn’t start functioning until at least 8:00.”

“Well, at least tell Chan ‘hi’ for me,” Laura said, giggling like a love-struck teenager because she had been infatuated with your older brother for years.

“If I remember to tell him,” you grumbled, stretching out your arms and deciding that it might be useful for you to start packing as well, especially since the most you would be able to accomplish tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn is following Chan around the apartment in a zombie-like state as the two of you loaded your belongings into his car.

“Don’t forget that I’m coming to visit next week,” Laura said, and you perked up a little at the idea of having your friend come around, especially since the two of you had just graduated together and those long days and nights of being glued together at the hip were coming to a bittersweet end.

“Sounds good,” you agreed, checking your phone one last time to see a weird gif from Chan (as you had come to expect from him) before joining your roommate in packing up the remainder of your former college life.

Chan had always been prompt when it came to his familial obligations, and the two of you spent two hours loading all of your stuff into his car before starting the long drive to your old childhood home. A place that you hadn’t ventured to since leaving four years ago to start undergraduate school.

“Looks the same,” you remarked, sunglasses perched low on your nose as you allowed the window to roll down to take in some fresh air.

“What did you expect?” Chan asked, humming away to whatever shitty metal song he had playing over the radio.

In a totally random and last-minute decision, you had decided that for the next three summer months while you were stuck in an in-between phase, you were returning home for a while before you were set to move into a new apartment in the city close to where you would be working full-time. It seemed logical to save money, and there was a small part of you that did miss your family and old friends. 

Of course, despite Chan’s dismissal of your earlier nonchalant comment about the unchanging surroundings of your hometown, you were startled when you realized that the old house next door, which used to be occupied by an elderly couple until they moved away during your senior year of high school, was missing it’s familiar ‘for sale’ sign in the front yard, and there was a black Mustang in the driveway.

“Home sweet home,” Chan sighed when he stopped in the carport attached to your former two-story staccato, opening the door with a grumble. 

You frowned, following him around to the back of his car. “Someone bought the house next door?” you asked, dragging your eyes away from the sleek, shiny sports car to look at your brother.

Chan grunted as he heaved your suitcase from the trunk. “Yeah, they moved in last month. I think the owner is a lawyer and he lives there with his daughter.”

“Huh,” you remarked. “That house has been vacant for years.”

Chan shrugged. “Yeah, well, the guy who lives there now is really nice. Mom and dad babysit for him a lot when he’s working.”

“Great,” I muttered. “They’ll rope me into helping.”

“S’ not so bad,” Chan said, growling in frustration when your suitcase fell over to the side with an unpleasant crash. “Can you help or what?”

You laughed at your brother’s outrage, reaching back to pull your hair into a messy bun. 

Meanwhile, you noticed the front door of your house opening from the corner of your eye, smiling when your mother shrieked and rushed down the sidewalk to meet you halfway in a long-winded embrace. “Y/N!! I’m so glad to see you.”

“You’re crushing me,” you heaved through constricted lungs, accepting your mother’s open arms even if it was a little over-eager.

“Oh! I’m sorry, dear,” she said, pulling back just enough to allow oxygen to circulate once again, but not enough to pull you away from her mushy kisses. “You look so healthy and beautiful!”

“Yeah, thanks mom,” you said, slowly beginning the untangling process of removing her arms from around you while Chan struggled in the background to carry your suitcase up the front steps. “I should help.”

“Of course!” your mom agreed, but a distant tug of curiosity had you turning back to look at the house next door once again.

“Hey? Do you know anything about the new neighbor?”

“You mean Changbin? He’s wonderful, darling. So polite, and his daughter is so funny.”

You wrinkled your nose, never having been a huge fan of kids. “Chan said you babysit for him sometimes.”

“It’s always nice to help someone out,” your mother tsked, and you could recognize her patronizing tone from anywhere. “Such a shame that he divorced his wife. Heard it was kinda nasty.”

“It’s not any of our business,” you reminded her.

“Oh, I didn’t say it was!” your mother sighed. “He doesn’t talk about it much.”

“Jeez, how much do you guys talk?”

Because from the sound of it, Changbin had to be as old as your mom to make this much of an impression. You grinned as you briefly imagined the two of them on the front porch drinking tea together and gossiping about the rest of the neighborhood.

“He’s far more friendly than Mrs. Jones was,” your mother remarked. “I think you’d like him, Y/N.”

“I don’t know about that...”

“Well, you’ll get the chance to meet him tonight,” your mother said, smile full and wide. “I’ve invited him over for dinner!”

Oh, great.

“Can’t wait,” you forced out between clenched teeth, rolling your eyes when your mom clapped her hands together before grabbing your hand to drag you inside, feeling only a distant shiver roll across your spine as you walked onto the porch as if someone was looking at you from afar....

Your mother was hardly the type to run out of conversation, and you eventually were forced to leave her downstairs to argue with Chan over some menial thing that he forgot to do for tonight’s big dinner while you trudged upstairs to find some peace.

Unsurprisingly, your childhood bedroom remained untouched, and you circled around the perimeter, studying old pictures of yourself playing sports and hanging out with friends. Fingers dusting over your collection of old trophies and high-school yearbooks that recalled long-ago days of feeling carefree - with the future wide-open in front of you for the taking.

But you were well off in the present, allowing yourself to indulge in the nostalgia of looking through old diaries and journals before your mother’s voice called you downstairs for dinner later that evening. “Coming!” you called back, pausing next to your mirror to check your reflection.

The smell of your mother’s cooking had your stomach rumbling from the hunger of only stopping once on the way home to eat cheap fast-food with Chan, and you forced yourself to walk like a normal person even though every instinct was screaming at you to find the source of that delicious odor.

You were nearly salivating at the idea of your mother’s homemade cooking, and your hand caught the rail of the bannister to turn the final corner, but the sounds of voices from below forced you to pause at the top of the stairs, eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of the unfamiliar man standing in your foyer, talking to your mother like they had known each other for years. “Oh, Y/N,” your mother said, and you shivered when the man turned to look at you. “Come meet our neighbor, Changbin. I think you’ll really like him.”

You held back a snort at the ironic comment because it only took you a few seconds to come to the conclusion that Changbin epitomized the phrase “just my type.”

He was on the shorter side, built like he had literally spent his entire life working out, arms bulging beneath his t-shirt and chest straining the material tight to his front. So much so that you could practically see his nipples through the fabric. 

His hair was jet-black, ruffled from the wind outside, and his eyes were equally as dark, lips contorted into a self-satisfied smirk that you found exceedingly hot.

“Hi,” you mustered without much thought, nearly tripping over your own two feet on the way down the stairs.

“This is my daughter, Y/N,” your mother said, inviting you closer so that you were standing directly in front of Changbin.

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a deep voice that was slightly rough around the edges.

“Y/N just graduate from college,” your mother gushed. “We’re so excited to have her back.”

“I’m home for the summer,” you explained, shivering at the dark look in Changbin’s gaze. “I’m starting an internship in the Fall.”

“Y/N will be working in publishing,” your mother explained, jumping in while you and Changbin continued to stare each other down - something intense and provocative.

“Really?” Changbin asked, eyes making a leisurely stroll of looking you up and in down in a way that had you feeling extremely self-conscious. 

“Oh! Give me one second to check something in the kitchen,” your mother said, excusing herself with a smile before leaving the two of you alone in the foyer.

You inwardly cursed your mother for leaving you both in an awkward silence. Say something!! You screamed to yourself.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to stop swaying back and forth. “Chan told me you practice law.”

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, and you swooned at his crooked smile. “It doesn’t sound as interesting as your work.”

“I don’t know about that,” you countered politely, but Changbin was unrelenting.

“You looked surprised to see me earlier,” he remarked.

You swallowed hard. “Oh, well when Chan mentioned a neighbor with a kid, I just wasn’t expecting someone so....”

“Yes?” Changbin prodded, encouraging you to continue.

Someone so fucking hot, you thought to yourself, someone who was literally made inside my best fantasies, but those explicit thoughts belonged exclusively inside your head. “Young,” you eventually finished, and Changbin seemed disappointed for some reason.

“I’m 32,” he said, and your eyes widened perceptibly, realizing that he was ten years older than you.

“I would’ve never guessed,” you said. “I mean, not that it’s a bad thing-”

“It’s alright,” Changbin interrupted, and you were relieved to hear him chuckle. “I know what you mean.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I can be a little awkward.”

“No,” he shook his head, coming to stand a little closer. “I think it’s nice.”

Oh? What was that supposed to mean?

“I used to have a boyfriend who looked a lot like you,” you went on, freezing when you comprehended what you had just blathered without thinking.

But Changbin didn’t seem bothered at all. “I bet he wasn’t as old as me.”

“He was my age,” you said. “But I kinda like older men...”

Fuck. Did those words really just come out of your mouth?!

“Y/N,” Changbin said, and you trembled at the huskiness of his tone. “You should be more careful.” He leaned in then as if trying to keep whatever he was about to say a secret for just the two of you. “I can be a very dangerous man.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, finding yourself two seconds away from literally melting at his feet when your mother suddenly re-entered the foyer with a dusting of flour across her chin. 

“Dinner’s ready!” she announced, and you were fleeing behind her without a second thought, escaping the intoxicating hold of Changbin’s presence before you did something you might regret.

For whatever reason, you found yourself sitting next to Changbin in the dining room for dinner that night. 

“I made chicken,” your mother said, gesturing to each dish sitting in a line down the center of the table as she explained tonight’s menu. But you were barely cognizant of what your mother was saying because the close proximity to Changbin was doing very strange things to your head.

“So, Y/N,” your father started when everyone had been served. “I hope your brother was helpful with the move.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but you grinned at your father’s words. “Yeah, I was a little out of it though because of the time.”

“Like I said,” Chan huffed. “I couldn’t get there any later.”

“Let the bickering commence,” your mother said. “Changbin, you wouldn’t believe the fights these two had when they were young.”

“I can only imagine,” Changbin said, and you were wondering how someone could be even more attractive by the sound of their voice alone.

“Do you still need us to babysit for you tomorrow night?” your mother asked. “We would be more than accommodating.”

“That would be great,” Changbin said. “I’ve got a late conference call.”

“It’s no problem,” your mother continued. “Your daughter is just the loveliest.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Changbin replied.

“Y/N,” your mother said, catching you with a mouthful of chicken. “Changbin’s daughter is such a peach.”

You quickly forced down the food in your mouth when you felt Changbin’s gaze rest on you. “Oh? How hold is she, Mr. Seo?”

“She’s six,” Changbin said, and he shifted in his chair, causing your knees to brush together in a move that you knew wasn’t intentional, even if it didn’t stop your legs from wrapping together. “And you don’t have to be so formal with me, Y/N. Only my clients call me Mr. Seo.”

“O-oh,” you exhaled, reacting to the brief contact under the table, hoping that nobody else was noticing your strange behavior.

“Maybe Y/N could help watch Lucy when you’re gone,” your mother suggested, always the first to rope you into these things.

“Sure,” you agreed, even though the idea of pulling babysitting duty was less than appealing, and you could hear Chan snickering from across the table. He knew perfectly well your attitude when it came to kids. 

“I think Lucy would like that,” Changbin agreed, and you started to nod along until you felt Changbin’s hand move to your thigh.

Just that single move had your entire form frozen in place. 

While your mother continued talking about whatever subject caught her attention, you were left wondering how you should react to the very obvious posturing of Changbin’s hand moving decidedly against your bare skin.

“I’ll probably head back into town tomorrow morning,” Chan said. “I wasn’t able to get much work done.”

You knew it was a playful jab at you, but at that moment you were incapable of coherent speech.

“How is work, Channie?” your mother asked, just as ignorant as the rest of them to the situation unfolding beneath her table. “Anything interesting?”

“Not really,” Chan replied, and you nearly choked on the food you were swallowing when you felt Changbin squeezing your thigh. 

“Try to chew it first, Y/N,” your father chuckled, and you forced a smile which you hoped wasn’t as strained as it felt.

“What about you, Changbin?” your mother politely queried. “Anything interesting happening lately?”

“Maybe,” he said with a tone that was far too knowing.

“Hmmm?” your mother smiled. “You aren’t seeing anyone, are you?”

You knew the question was invasive, but Changbin handled it in stride. “I think it depends.”

“Sounds scandalous,” your mother joked, and you couldn’t have possibly been imagining it, feeling his fingers reach so high under the opening of your shorts that his fingertips touched the outline of your panties. 

You reached down to cover his hand with your own, bringing awareness to the fact that you weren’t ignoring what was happening, and he had every opportunity to pull back.

But he didn’t. In fact, Changbin’s light, playful touches only continued, and you were left reeling for what the intention could possibly mean.

Early the next morning, you were supposed to be cleaning the pool as a favor to your mother, but how could you be blamed for sneaking peaks at your neighbor working out in his backyard? 

“Holy shit,” you cursed under your breath, failing to do a very good job of pretending to be occupied with your current task while ogling the man across the lawn who was in the middle of another round of push-ups, biceps flexing while the rest of his body practically glowed under the sun. 

You knew it wasn’t a crime to permit the occasional glance, but your hardcore staring could certainly be qualified as spying at this point (especially in the direction of a lawyer) - making it blatantly obvious that you were very appreciative of the male form at the peak of performance.

Was Changbin seriously 32? And a father?

The questions boggled your mind, and in your distracted state, you clearly forgot to keep a firm hold on the handle of the pool’s leaf skimmer, huffing in annoyance when it splashed beneath the water.

It was enough to attract Changbin’s attention, and you were sure that your face was just as red as the towel draped over the back of your mother’s patio furniture when he stood to his full height before walking in your direction.

“Were you watching me?” Changbin asked, sauntering over to you with black mesh shorts hanging tantalizingly low on his hips, shirt foregone in exchange for a delightful sheen of sweat coating the skin of his thick upper torso in dripping rivulets. 

“Uh...” you trailed off anxiously, realizing that Changbin wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for your half-assed excuses, especially after what had happened between the two of you last night. 

“You’re not planning on lying to me, Y/N?” he asked, raising one eyebrow in question.

“N-no, Mr. Seo,” you said, shaking your head quickly, barely keeping a firm grasp of your bearings as he abruptly leaned in closer, musk hanging heavy in the air between the two of you. 

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, lips lingering far too close to your ear for a simple neighborly exchange, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him in waves, holding you completely hostage as you briefly entertained the idea of falling to your knees right then and there. 

“What should I call you?” you asked instead, fisting your shirt between your hands because you were desperate for something to ground you in that moment. 

You could practically feel his smirk, holding in a gasp when his hand settled at the low dip in your spine, fitting into the space there as he pulled you tight against his front. “You can always call me daddy instead.”

Your heart skipped several beats at the scandalous words. Either that or you had just entered cardiac arrest.

But before you could muster a response, you found yourself leaping out of Changbin’s hold when the backdoor opened, and your mother was screaming out your name while waving like a maniac. “Oh!” she said when she realized that you weren’t alone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“We were just talking,” you quickly inserted, glancing at Changbin from the corner of your eye to see him smirking. 

For a while, the very strange flirtation between you and Changbin simmered down, and you tried your best to avoid him when you could, even if he made that very hard to do since he insisted on doing his morning workouts outside in direct line of your bedroom.

It was during the following week that you brought the divine glory of Changbin to your friend, Laura’s, attention, ushering her into your house when she parked on the side of street. “What the hell, Y/N?” she complained when you started practically dragging her up the stairs. “I’ve been driving for hours.”

“Oh, hush,” you said. “You’ll thank me later.”

“Thank you for what, exactly?” Laura questioned, but your response was to simply push her toward the window, standing side by side as you looked through the blinds.

“My new neighbor.”

“Holy fuck!” Laura gasped when she finally joined you, and you could only nod your agreement as the two of you continued to watch Changbin through two narrow breaks in your blinds, wondering how the image of your sexy neighbor simply mowing his grass could make you so wet. “That man is huge!”

“I think he does it on purpose,” you remarked, feeling your heart palpitate inside your chest when Changbin took a moment to pause his chore, reaching down to remove his shirt and tuck it into the waistband of his shorts.

Laura’s gasp was almost outlandishly laughable. “He’s ripped! Like, Sports Illustrated model worthy.”

“I would buy every last copy of that edition.”

“I’d even go a step further and tape the pictures to my wall.”

You both stopped to look at one another, nodding in your collective agreement. “Not here, though, my mom would freak.”

“Yeah, but how can your mom expect you to just ignore...that!” Laura exclaimed, gesturing wildly to Changbin. 

“She thinks he’s a fucking Saint, but I swear to god, Laura, he’s provoking me on purpose! The other night at dinner? He came over and put. his. hand. on. my. leg,” you said, emphasizing the last line with what probably looked like a comical widening of your eyes. “And he works out every morning in front of my bedroom? What the hell am I supposed to think?”

“No think,” Laura sighed dreamily. “Just enjoy the view.”

“Do you think I’m not?” you snorted. “I’m serious about him doing those things!”

“So what?” Laura grumbled. “Why are you actually worried that your fucking super model neighbor wants to make a few moves on you? I would be honored.”

“I’m not worried,” you huffed. “It just feels like he wants something from me.”

“Well, if it’s a good fuck, then send him all the signals you can, girl.”

“Really?” you muttered. “You know I suck with flirting. That’s why I only hooked up with Joshua at those stupid frat parties. He didn’t care that I was an awkward mess.”

“Well, neither will your neighbor,” Laura said. “Especially if he’s as interested as you say.”

You pursed your lips, considering her comment, but the sudden and unexpected sound of your door opening sent both you and Laura jumping nearly ten feet into the air as you hurried away from the blinds as fast as humanely possible to take up some form of normalcy.

No, mom, of course we weren’t staring at Mr. Seo.

“Girls,” your mother inquired as she walked inside, and you prayed that your mother hadn’t caught the two of you taking sly peaks at Changbin outside, but she seemed completely ignorant. “I have a question for you.”

“Hmmm?” you inquired, innocently enough, trying to act like the position that you had forced yourself into on the bed was totally not uncomfortable.

“Changbin needs someone to watch Lucy tomorrow night, but your father and I already made plans,” she said. “But I told him you would be more than happy to come over and help him out.”

You winced when Laura elbowed you in the side, giving you one of those looks that you knew quite well from countless nights of barhopping as sophomores. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Laura snickered, but you payed her no attention as you hurried to close the door behind your mother’s retreating form, breathing a sigh of relief to hear her walk back down the stairs.

In all of your years of existence, never had you questioned the appropriateness of an outfit to wear to someone’s place to babysit.

“Fuck it,” you eventually decided, settling on regular, well-worn jeans and a college t-shirt.

After all, it wasn’t like Changbin was staying for very long. He claimed he had something to do at the office, and you would be all alone inside his house with only his kid for companionship.

Still, after your conversation with Laura from the previous afternoon, you couldn’t help but feel more mindful about how he might look at you, and you forced yourself to wear your most professional smile when you rang the doorbell to his house, counting slowly from one until he opened the door.

“Hi, Y/N,” Changbin said, and you tried not to blatantly check him out; although, you couldn’t help but linger on the tight fit of his shirt across his pecs.

“Hello,” you nearly whispered, cursing your hormones as you followed Changbin inside.

“I actually have something to tell you,” Changbin said, leading you into the living room so that you could sit down while entered the adjoining kitchen.

“Oh?” you queried, as politely as you could, waiting for him to return.

It didn’t take him long, and you found yourself sitting up a little straighter from where you had made yourself comfortable on the couch. “So, I actually found someone else to watch Lucy,” Changbin explained, coming around to land next to you on the couch with two glasses of wine. 

“You did?” you asked, surprised and taken-aback. 

Why were you here then?

As if he could read your thoughts, Changbin smirked. “Thirsty?”

“Sure,” you agreed, taking one of the glasses and bringing the rim up to your lips. “I’m sorry, I just thought you wanted me to watch her.”

“I did,” Changbin said, and he seemed contemplative as he sipped his own drink. “But then I kinda wanted you for something else.”

“Something else?” you repeated because your mind was spinning those simple words in a thousand different directions, and you were only able to settle on one likely outcome when Changbin’s hand dropped to your thigh, reminiscent of your first dinner together from several evenings ago. 

He suddenly moved in closer to you, allowing you to smell the subtle cologne that he was wearing. “You’ve been watching me,” he said, and you shivered, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as you looked at him.

“S-sir?”

“Don’t play coy,” Changbin continued, and you found yourself observing the way his throat bobbed as he drank. “I don’t mind the attention.”

“You don’t?” you replied, a rather useless question considering the circumstances, and Changbin took your glass and sat both alcoholic selections onto the side table.

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” he asked, tracing little nonsensical patterns on the covered part of your thigh. “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

What. The. Hell?!!

“Mr. Seo, I don’t think-”

“Y/N,” Changbin interrupted, and you were so frazzled and disjointed by the sharp grip he took on your chin, forcing eye-contact that was so intimate, you could feel yourself grow a little bit wetter. “I told you not to call me that.”

It was the only precursor you got before Changbin was delving in, gripping your chin firmly as he connected your lips in a deep, sensuous exchange that had you reeling from the sudden 180 degree turn that the night had taken. 

In one word: everything was rough. Teeth meeting teeth, and tongues rolling in a messy glide against one another. Wet and warm. Silky and smooth. It was everything you needed in a kiss to get your gears turning, feeling your pussy positively throbbing in response.

“That’s right,” Changbin eventually said when he pulled the two of you apart - very much still in control. “We shouldn’t ignore this tension between us.”

“No,” you eagerly agreed, diving in once more for another earth-shattering kiss that rocked you to your very bones, taking the initiative to crawl into his lap, grinding yourself shamelessly against the tight bulge in his jeans while your fingers dug their way into his thick, dark hair. 

“Eager,” Changbin whispered between feverish kisses, keeping your mouths locked together at all costs, even if that meant growing a little bit light-headed from losing too much oxygen.

But you couldn’t get enough of him, not after all this teasing and tension. 

You didn’t care anymore, consequences be damned, and there wasn’t a single part of you opposing his intentional touches, giving him enough space to unbutton your jeans before sliding one hand beneath the waistband of your panties. In response, you moaned into his mouth, bracing your hands against his shoulders as he found the delicate folds of your pussy.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” Changbin asked, and you were feverishly nodding, sweat forming at the top of your forehead, trying your best to hold back your loudest moans when he slid right in with little resistance, moving his fingers around the inside of your cunt, stretching and filling you in a way that you imagined was nothing compared to what the thick cock beneath you could do.

But you would take anything from him, savoring the glide of his fingers since you were practically drenching him in sticky arousal, jerking forward every so often when his thumb pressed down a little too hard against your clit.

All the while, you could feel yourself start to break apart from the heated contact between the two of you, aching and wanting for the release that the look in his eyes told you he had every intention of providing.

And you were enjoying every bit of the journey to get there, bathing in his attention, groaning when his fingers curled up just right to tease your g-spot, and grinding down against the erection confined tightly in his jeans. 

Everything was suddenly so much louder, the sounds of his palm smacking against your cunt, fingers gliding through wetness, and the joined harmony of your combined moans and grunts. 

It was a rapid uphill ascent into the clouds, and you could feel him start to move even faster, pulling against the fabric of your jeans, and there was hardly any time for your mind to truly comprehend what was happening. Lost in a sinful haze of lust and divine rapture, wanting nothing more than to just lose yourself in Changbin.

Except he wasn’t letting you simply drown in the pleasure he was giving you, tugging at your hair to bring you back to the present, to the final string keeping your orgasm just out of reach. “You don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Changbin growled into your ear, keeping one hand tight around your waist to stop your squirming as he continued plunging his thick fingers between the tight walls of your pussy. “I see you looking at me because I want you to look.”

You moaned at the explicit expression of his desires, closing your eyes and returning your head against his shoulder, hips titillating according to the way he moved his fingers inside of you. 

“Cum for me,” he said, and you were more than willing to let go of everything, including the moans you had been trying to hold back, filling the house with the loud raucous of your screams as your orgasm snapped and unleashed a molten hot thrill along your spine.

You were gasping for breath, returning from the highest peak of satisfaction, but Changbin hardly gave you anytime to recover before he was removing his hand from your jeans and forcing you into the floor.

“My turn,” he grunted, and the sound of his belt unbuckling triggered some semblance of rationale, and you were practically salivating over Changbin’s cock, eyeing the red bulbous mushroom head and wondering how deep you could take him. “Well?” Changbin prodded, grabbing the base of his thick erection to brush it across the pout of your lips. “Open wide.”

You whimpered, but obeyed, allowing your tongue to stick out just enough to taste the drop of precum leaking from the tip. It was bitter and unappealing, but since it was from Changbin, you couldn’t resist trying more of him, going further and further down until you felt him at the back of your throat.

Your jaw was already aching from the extension, and a distant thought had you thinking, damn, you were gonna be sore in the morning. But it was completely worth it to hear him moan from above you, fingers tightening in your hair as you allowed him to set the pace, rolling you up and down his cock, tongue sweeping the sides and tip and digging into the little slit where you discovered he was the most sensitive. 

At the same time, you were all but humping his leg, desperate to get off again as he used your mouth for his own personal cocksleeve, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, sending you gagging around his impossible length.

“You take cock like you were made for it,” he remarked, eyes glossing over in a way that had you feeling rather proud of your skills. 

It only lasted for a moment, and he abruptly held himself all the way down for one, two, three seconds until you were whining for him to let you free just long enough to take in another deep breath. 

“Finish me off,” he groaned, and you were working overtime to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head up and down the full expanse of his length, all gorgeous and velvety smooth skin. And you braced your hands against his knees, an anchor to reality, when he finally released down your throat, heavy and warm, causing you to nearly choke as you struggled to swallow every last drop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, petting your head softly as you whined and continued to rub yourself against him, jumping off the brink of orgasmic bliss right after him, allowing your head to fall down between his spread legs.

It was a quiet for a while as you both fought to catch your breath, but then he was moving again, rising from his position on the couch. 

You sat back on your heels at the jostling, whimpering when he stood over you with a menacing sneer, grabbing your face between his hands, forcing your gazes to meet somewhere in the middle even though you still couldn’t completely concentrate. But you were cognizant to at least understand his next words: “Lucy won’t be here tomorrow night, either.”

“Changbin,” you gasped, understanding the implications of his request and shivering at the effect they could still have on your worn-out body. 

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” he whispered into your ear, keeping eye-contact as he brought his fingers still coated with your arousal into his mouth, sucking while you grew faint at the sight. Then, he pulled them free and knelt down to sear your lips together so that you could taste the riveting combination of your releases on his wicked tongue. 

You returned home that night in a daze, immediately heading for your room after assuring your mother that everything was totally fine with the babysitting, even if you probably appeared a little out of sorts. 

In the meantime, you landed on top of your bed with a sigh, opening your phone contacts to pull up Laura’s name, placing the call without any mind to the late hour.

She answered on the third ring with a curt grunt. “This better be good, Y/N.”

“Oh?” you replied with a nonchalant tone. “I thought you might be interested in hearing about my latest dick appointment.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “You didn’t.”

“I did!”

“With your neighbor?”

You laughed at Laura’s shrill tone, rolling over onto your stomach with your feet dancing in the air behind you. “I totally sucked him off.” 

“Shit! How big is his cock?” Laura whispered over the phone as if anybody could possibly overhear your conversation. 

“Let’s just say he’s well-endowed.”

“You absolute slut!” Laura exclaimed. “Did he at least return the favor?”

“Oh, he’s a gentleman,” you explained. “He took care of me first.”

“Details!”

“He just fingered me,” you said, even as your mind sprinted with images and sensations; Changbin’s sultry gaze, defined muscles, and the burning desire he had planted deep in your core. 

“That’s hot though,” Laura said. “I can’t believe you actually did anything with him.”

“What? I told you he was sending me signals!”

“Yeah, but I was only halfway assuming that those signals might lead to his fingers in you!”

You couldn’t help yourself, laughing at Laura’s incredulous tone, and spending the next several minutes doing your absolute best to provide a heavily detailed play-by-play of your evening tryst with Changbin. 

“Lucky bitch,” Laura scoffed at the end of your long-winded tale. “I’d kill for someone to fuck me.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet...”

“Yet? Are you planning to go back to him?”

“Obviously,” you said. “There’s unfinished business that I need to take care of.”

“You think he wants to fuck you?”

“I think he wants to do a lot to me,” you purred, smirking at the sounds of Laura’s outlandish squeals from the other end.

Still, you didn’t think those explicit fantasies would come to fruition so soon. But the next night when you returned to Changbin’s house under the guise of babysitting his kid, there were no formalities between the two of you because you both wanted each other in a way that should be considered improper. 

Fortunately, you were tired of caring about other people’s opinions, and it only took Changbin a moment to pull you into his house before his lips were crushing against yours, holding you around the waist as he started working at your clothes.

If whiplash was a thing in moments like these, then you had it bad, trying to follow the taste of him as he backed you both into the bedroom, closing the door and enveloping you both in the gentle glow from the lamp.

“Get on the bed,” Changbin growled when he finally pulled away, reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt. You swallowed hard at the sight of his broad, toned upper form, stumbling backward along the floor, hopping on one leg to finish removing your jeans for him, leaving you completely naked as you lowered yourself onto the mattress. “Good girl,” Changbin cooed, and you shivered at the huskiness of his voice, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation as he blatantly traced the outline of his cock through his jeans.

“Changbin, please,” you panted, already so worked up from just kissing and feeling his hands all over your body that you were desperate for something more.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, walking slowly around to the front of the bed as you watched him with eager eyes.

“Want you to fuck me,” you said, heart thundering against your chest when he started working apart his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers and allowing his thick cock to slap up against his abdomen, already so hard for you even though you had just started.

“Hands and knees,” Changbin ordered, and you were surprised by your quick compliance, supporting yourself on shaky limbs as you felt him climb on the bed behind you, tensing when the head of his cock grazed your wet opening. “Look at you,” Changbin rumbled, teasing you even more by running his fingers down your spine, allowing his other hand to reach around to grope your breast.

“Hurry,” you practically begged him, and it was like the metaphorical band had finally snapped, and you moaned when Changbin took a firm hold of your hips, manhandling you back into position. 

“Good girls say please,” he snarled, and your entire form light up at the abrupt command.

“P-please,” you stuttered, and there was an unholy line of curses that left your lips when he directed his cock inside, penetrating you so slowly that you could feel every inch of him until he was snug against your ass.

“Since you asked nicely,” Changbin chuckled, and you had never been so turned on before in your entire life, heart racing and blood pumping, bracing yourself against the mattress when he started thrusting, gentle at first, but then faster and faster as you egged him on, wanting him to go so hard that he split you in half around his cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, struggling to maintain any sort of grip on the headboard. 

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Changbin purred into your ear, sounding perfectly put-together despite the fact that he was literally drilling his cock into you. “All those guys you’ve fucked before, I would think your pussy wouldn’t be this tight.”

“You’re just too big,” you managed, crying out when he grazed a sensitive spot. 

“Oh? Is that why this little pussy is leaking so much?” Changbin asked, and you had no response for him, clearly fucked out of all rational thought as his hips slapped against yours in a bruising meeting of skin-on-skin. 

It was undeniable: you had never felt this full before...like Changbin’s cock was somehow reaching all the way to your guts, and you reached down to place a hand over your stomach, imagining feeling the bulge of his cock against the distended skin.

“How does daddy feel?” Changbin whispered into your ear, and if it was possible for him to literally destroy you, then it would be from that heavily suggestive question.

“So good,” you sniffled, tears falling inhibited, leaving your face just as wet as the place where he was crushing himself into you, repeating the same motion of leaving just the tip before re-entering you with added urgency, cock forcing its way between the slick walls of your cunt. 

It was a beautiful melodic song after that (or, perhaps, hard metal would be a much better genre), the rhythm of his hips rolling against your own, hard and then softer, bruising and fleeting, stuffing your pussy on every upstroke, holding you in place by his pure strength. 

You could feel that strength everywhere, the force of his cock squelching between your pulsating walls, the way you moved up and down the bed by his control, and, when you reached back with one hand to feel his arm, the flex of his biceps as his arms worked to move you however he pleased.

“What will your mother say, Y/N?” Changbin asked. “When she finds out that her daughter fucked the man next door?”

Your mother would absolutely lose her shit if she found out that you were willingly spreading your legs for a divorced 32-year old man who had a daughter you were meant to be babysitting. She would be even more taken aback to discover that you loved and craved every second of Changbin’s cock tearing you to pieces, stretching you so good that you imagined that you would still be gaping in the morning, desperate to have him fill you again. 

“Her little girl screaming like a slut for me,” Changbin hissed. “Say my name, Y/N.”

“C-Changbin,” you whimpered, feeling him roll to a slower pace, merely grinding his hips in circles as if teasing you for the answer.

You flinched and nearly cried when he smacked the fleshy part of your ass, trying to look back over your shoulder to see what you had done wrong. “Try again,” he said, giving you a meaningful look that your poor, fucked-out brain still managed to decipher; although, you were burning in your own skin at the thought of saying it out loud....

“Daddy!” you moaned, and Changbin suddenly reached down to catch a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forcing your back into an even deeper arch. 

“That’s right,” he sneered. “And Daddy’s about to ruin this pussy, fuck it so full of my cum that you’ll still be feeling it when you go back home tonight to your parents and lie about what you’ve done.”

Your next moan was the loudest of the night, overwhelmed by the nasty things he was saying to you, feeling your orgasm gaining speed and traction the longer he kept fucking you, cock moving at a neck-break pace, and fingers wet and hurried over your clit.

The combined friction of his cock and fingers had you reeling, struggling to keep yourself up as he pummeled you into the mattress. Taking great liberties in the screams he was forcing out of you, realizing that if he angled his hips with one of your legs stretched higher around his hip, then he could somehow reach even deeper, kissing your cervix and threatening to steal the breath from your lungs. 

More and More. Faster and Faster. Until the breaking point was right under your nose...

The next thing you remember is a release that was so intense, you managed to black-out when it was all over, pussy fluttering around the distinct waves of pleasure, barely coherent as Changbin continued chasing his own release until he fulfilled his obscene promise to you. 

Three Weeks Later

You had gotten awfully good at keeping Changbin a secret - a dirty and scandalous whisper at that. 

For a while, your mother questioned your insistence on going over to your neighbor’s house to babysit, especially considering your history of being less than willing to interact with children.

“She’s not like most kids,” you lied, waiting for your mother to relent before grabbing whatever bag you needed consisting of your overnight clothes, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible when you walked over to Changbin’s house.

Your mother watched you, at first, standing on the porch as if ensuring that you made it the dozen or so feet separating your yard from that of your neighbor’s. Eventually, she gave up on trying to catch you doing something you weren’t supposed to, but you still kept up appearances, ringing the doorbell and taking a few steps to the side to leave enough room for the screen to rotate on its hinges, offering you the irresistible view of Changbin standing there in all his glory. 

“You’re early,” he remarked; although he seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you as early as possible.

“Is that okay?” you asked with a knowing look, and Changbin chuckled while giving you his most arrogant smirk. 

In return, you smiled back at Changbin, watching him open the door just a little bit wider in invitation.

It was all you needed before surrendering yourself to whatever delicious and mind-blowing ecstasy awaited on you the other side.  

Summer of 69 indeed.

[hotmesshapa]

VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin​ @jungkooksbroski​ 

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.” 

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately  both of you have been wanting to do this.

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

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Unfinished Business ~ Part One

WORD COUNT: 4.2K

WARNINGS: Mentions of mafia, strong language, 

PAIRING: Bang Chan X Reader

DESCRIPTION: Part one of nine of my new Bang Chan series. 

You’re taken hostage but one of Seoul’s leading mafia families Bang Chan but he doesn’t take you because he wants to fake a marriage or make you fall for him in 365 days no...He wants to use you for his own personal gain. To take over another family but when you try to escape things take a turn for the worst and you learn Chan isn’t one to be messed with.(Please I suck at describing stuff)

THEMES: Smut will be included in a later chapter so this is a fic for a mature audience, Chan x Fem!Reader, Self insert

MASTERLIST | NEXT

The cafe was run down and practically going out of business, same for everything on that side of the city though. The place was like a ghost town no one new ever came by any more thanks to all the Big shot mafia families running everything to the ground. Your cafe manager was staring at you as you cleaned up the tables of the small run-down cafe that you worked in. You'd been running late again that week and that's why Mrs Lu was staring at you from across the shop, hands on her hips as she watched you rushing around to finish things up,

"I know I was late but it's been a bad week, my granddad-"

"I don't need your excuse y/n, I need you here on time so you don't rush at the end of your shift." Her tone of voice was one of annoyance and you knew you only had so long until she decided to fire you. She took you in when you were younger and treated you like her own daughter but you were starting to cost the business money and it was a problem. She shut the cash register and walked over to you car keys in hand, she was 4"5 and so short next to you so you smiled at her weakly, 

"It's late, would you like me to drive you over?" You looked out of the cafe window it was pitch black outside, the only thing you could see was the passing car lights and city lights you sighed, you knew it would be a nice to be driven over there but if you showed up in that side of town with her in her car there would be too many questions. Her car was broken and practically falling apart - you could have sworn the car was older than you, you lived a lie on that side of town, on that side of town you were the smart rich kid who went to university and came back to town because she needed a place to stay and needed a job. 

"Alright, just make sure you text me when you get there. I don't like that side of town." There was a reason she hated that side of town and that was because of who ran it, the place was ruled by mafia bosses and if you were there you either worked for them, were stupid or didn't care. You smiled at her, nobody knew about your lie over there and nobody was going to know about it either.

"I will. I'll be fine, I always am." You grabbed your keys for the shutters and threw them in her direction so she could lock up, she was a small lady but she packed a punch...So did the gun she kept behind the counter. You headed out of the door to find a bus down to the other side of town, while you were waiting you called your second boss to let him know you were going to be late.

"It's Y/n, running late. I'll be there and I'll lock up at 4, you can dock my pay too." You hung up the voicemail call and groaned into your hands. You had to get a car but the jobs weren't paying enough even put together it was never going to be enough. It barely covered your rent and grandfathers bills as it was at this point you were seriously considering selling off some organs or maybe doing a bank job. 

You sat on the bus staring out of the window as it drove through the town, 

"Excuse me," You shifted over to the other seat so the older male could take the only available seat next to you and you stared down at the paper he had in his hands. Splashed across the front was Bang Chan, one big photo of him along with an article about something new he'd done that week, he was one of the city's leading people. He ran practically everything in the posher side of town, including the bar you worked in but you never saw him around. You'd only ever heard the stories of him and his goons but none of them bothered with your bar, it was too small for them to like. It wasn't a huge fancy bar they would probably go for, it was a small pub with broken windows and a broken jukebox.

"Handsome, no?" You shook your head looking back up at the man and you laughed softly at his statement,

"Oh no, not my type. Too egotistical for me," Your answer caused the older gentleman laugh and questioned you on what you knew about him, 

"Not much except that he's cold, famous for nothing and thinks he's better than everybody else." The man frowned at you, everyone else who came across Chan seemed to fall head over heels in love with him but you seemed to see him for what he really was. An ill-tempered rich kid with too much money and power than he ever needed. Too much power for someone who had no idea how to use it probably and how he could use it to benefit everyone and not just himself.

"You better hope he doesn't hear you saying this, it could be your head on a stick." You laughed it off as you reached for the bell but his hand clasped over yours and he had a scared look on his face, one look which could only be explained as though he was speaking from experience. 

"I'm serious. Don't let him hear you talking that way," You slowly slipped your hand out from under his and walked off the bus your eyes trained on the man the entire time until the bus pulled away from your stop. 

"Y/n! Shift started an hour ago!" You jumped a little when you saw your boss waving a bar towel around in the air, his bald head was practically glowing in the moonlight and he had his tattoos on display clearly trying to look intimidating to everyone else around him.

"What happened to your car?!" Sid asked cockily as you walked over to him from the bus stop ignoring his question as you avoided cars. Every time he saw you arrive on the bus it was always the same question but you'd avoided it by saying it was in the shop or something was being repaired.

"I'm fucking speaking to you, I've got important people coming in and I need my best waitress." You smiled softly at him, he meant no harm. He loved all of his workers but since he was under Chan he had to be a little stricter with you sometimes, he couldn't afford people messing up his business which ultimately meant Chan's business. 

"What's the big deal, who's coming tonight?" You asked as you reached the bar, the rest of the barmaids were all grouped together and smirking at one another as you walked into the bar. Clearly, they were happy about something but you assumed it was because you'd agreed to lock up since none of them liked to do it, 

"Chan and his ''goons'' are coming over tonight. Want to see if they should keep the place since you're late and you agreed to lock up. You're their girl tonight. You'll give them everything they want no matter the cost." An apron was thrown over your head by one of the girls and she chuckled at you looking you up and down with a disgusted look on her face. Chan was going to chew you up and spit you out the moment he laid eyes on you, 

"Have fun princess, he loves to pry on the new ones." You ignored her comment and pulled the apron down to wrap around your waist, tying it tightly as though it was her neck you were tying it around. You hated her you always had. You weren't scared of Chan, you'd been given no reason to be but everyone you ever came across seemed to be terrified of the man in the suit, even the girls who had been smirking now look relieved that you'd bothered to show up to work at all.

Chan stared at the door to the bar, he didn't want to be here and neither did the rest of his close men but it was one of the bars that other rival gangs were threatening to take and he wanted to make sure it was useless before he decided to leave it for them to just take. Chan had never cared for ars in his business but it was a way to smuggle money in without people getting too suspicious on where it was truly coming from.

"It's nothing but a small bar, no one cares about it," Changbin told Chan, Changbin was Chan's right-hand man he knew everything about everyone, everything about anything he was the know it all of the group. The researcher as Jisung and the rest of the boys called him.

"What about the people that work here?" Jeongin, the youngest of Chan's gang questioned he was so innocent about everything. He'd always been the innocent one of the group and it made Chan smile that he cared about the people that worked there.

"They're nothing, they'll find somewhere new," Minho said without any emotion in his voice. He was the assassin, didn't care about anything but that was how he dealt with his lifestyle of killing people how he dealt with the guilt of it all how he got on with it day by day without the guilt crushing him. 

"How kind of you," Felix muttered sarcastically walking up to the door and walking inside first, the whole place fell silent and people put their heads down the way it always was whenever they walked into a room. They loved it. Chan was next and a table was cleared in the back of the bar, he kept his eyes trained to the floor not caring about anyone in the bar he just wanted to get this over with so he could go home. 

"Hi sir, it's nice to finally have you here. I have my best waitress to serve you tonight, I'm sure you'll like her but if not I will offer up a new waitress. Y/N!" You didn't even scramble over to the table you just slowly walked over and introduced yourself, you bowed to him and smiled as you came back up. 

"I'm Y/n, I'll be your waitress for the evening." Jeongin's eyes were trained on your face, Jisung looked up from his phone for the first time all night and Hyunjin was staring at you whole you spoke their mouths hanging open a little shocked you were speaking to calmly and freely to Chan like this. 

"Can we get pints all around, make it quick," Chan said not looking away from his phone until the last second but as soon as he saw your face his mind went fuzzy. You hadn't noticed you just walked away from the table and went to make the drinks for him so your boss could relax instead of hovering around like a lost sheep.

"Look at you, running around for the boss man." You stared at the other barmaid who was on shift with you and frowned she was staring at you as she tied back her long blonde hair. The longer you stared at her the worst you felt about yourself, she was dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a white dress shirt, exposing her chest since it got her more drinks sold in the bar. The girl could have been a supermodel if she wanted but instead, she stuck around here, you knew why though. The more she stayed here the more chance she had of finding someone that worked in a Mafia gang...More money for Mrs Perfect. 

"What are you talking about? I'm doing my job?" You poured the beers into the pint glasses, but she was looking you up and down and scoffing. 

"He's going to eat you up and spit you out." Your brows furrowed and she knew you were confused which meant you hadn't heard anything about him, nothing real anyway. 

"Chan...There's something you should know about him." She looked over at Chan who was still staring over in your direction.

"He killed his wife, murdered her in cold blood because she stood between him and something he wanted. Then there was his family and her family, he killed them all and paid off the police." The hairs stood up on the back of your neck as you thought about his wife and all of those people being killed for nothing. 

"No one else knows about it because he kills anyone that talks about it." She wiped down the bar with a cloth before smirking at you you couldn't tell if she was just doing this to mess with you or if she was serious about this, 

"Have fun, you're on your own. BABY!" She was making a scene to grab attention from people in the bar and it worked. Men stared at her as she threw herself at her fourth boyfriend of the week which made you laugh as she flung herself around him and walked out of the bar with him. 

"Your drinks," You mumbled putting their pints down in front of each of the men at Chan's table, you avoided eye contact like your boss had told you right before you walked over. There were rules for doing this, no eye contact with any of them, only speak when spoken to, don't talk back to them and don't give them any personal information to them.

"Thank you, y/n was it?" Hyunjin asked in a flirty tone, you nodded but said nothing just like Sid had told you to. 

"I'll come back when you're empty. Shout if you need anything," Hyunjin licked his lips he was the player of the group which was why he was so interested in you, he bit his lip while he watched you walk away from their table. 

"She'd make a good-" They all had girls that they would have sexual relationships with it was no secret but Chan already knew where his mind was going.

"Don't even think about it," Chan spoke, his eyes had been trained on your face the entire time you'd been at their table. You looked exactly like her, his wife. It was as if someone had made a carbon copy of her and placed you in the world for a moment when he'd seen you he thought it was her, that she was there alive once again. 

"Sid!" Chan called out and the owner of the bar rushed over to him, willing to give him whatever it was that he wanted without a question.

"What's her name and story?" Chan nodded his head over at you while you cleaned up other tables completely oblivious to everything going on around you. 

"Y/n, she's been working here for about four years. Came home from a college and needed a place to stay, she's one of those fancy stuck up rich kids that thought they could make it alone and failed." So much for don't give out any personal details about yourself, Changbin took note of everything he was saying knowing that Chan was going to ask him to run his own background check on you. He knew his best friend like the back of his own hand. 

"Rich kids?" Chan sounded surprised as he questioned Sid on that, he knew from one look at you that you weren't rich. Your hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, you wore no makeup and you walked around as if you didn't care what anybody thought. You weren't in the same clothes as the other girls in the bar either, while they all wore expensive branded high heels you wore a fake pair of trainers. Anyone else in this area took pride in their appearance, made themselves stand out from the rest and not try to fade into the background which is what you were clearly trying to do. 

"Her parents are lawyers, grandparents are doctors all that sort of thing. Shes's training to be a doctor herself, very smart." Chan scoffed as he watched you trip over your own feet, training to be a doctor but you were clumsy you'd probably stab someone with a needle. You'd already made three mistakes that Chan had been able to count so you weren't who you said you were. 

"Background check, check her name first. I want to know who she is and who she's working for." Changbin didn't even blink or bother telling Chan that he was already on it he just obeyed read through everything he could find on you, going through the police records along with colleges nearby. Running your name, age, and trying to find anything he could find in your personal life, your real one. 

The tray you were carrying had full drinks on top of it, while you waited for Chan and his boys to finish theirs you decided to wait on other tables, it was no big deal and it would pass some time while you were working, 

"Watch it!" You yelled as a drunken man pushed into you as he was leaving the bar, the tray you were carrying slipped out of your hands and onto Chan's table, spilling out onto his suit and the rest of the boys. Oh Shit. You stared down at the mess and your eyes went up to Chan, his face was turning red and the men around him look terrified for you at what had just happened each of them rising to their feet to stop themselves from getting covered in beers.

 "I'm so sorry! Chan! She's just a little clumsy, she'll clean all of this up and you can send your dry cleaning bill here." Your boss was trying to come up with anything to make Chan calm down but it wasn't working, he was starting to breathe heavily the angrier he got at the thought of his expensive suit being ruined.  

"It's fine." Seungmin froze from beside Chan as he heard him say that, you frowned as you heard the Australian accent fall from his mouth. No one had told you he was Australian and it was kind of hot to hear him speak with an accent. 

"It's just a suit...I'll have it cleaned I know someone." You thanked him for excusing you and you told him you would get them all a drink on the house next time they came back. 

"We're not planning on coming back," Chan said as he got out from the table throwing down some money to pay for the drinks they'd started with, he was standing in front of you and staring down at you into your eyes. A classic move to make someone feel powerless and beneath them, everyone in this area of the town did it and for some reason it made you challenge him to see what he would do in front of all of these people around you. 

"That's a shame, my boss went through a lot to make this place nice for you. It's a shame you're just going to give it all up." Chan smirked licking his teeth as you spoke back to him like that. He liked that you stood up to him, no one ever excited him like this anymore it was going to be a fun game with you. 

"Be careful Princess, you don't know who you're talking to." He whispered to you as he cocked his eyebrow up, you stared at him without blinking you shook your head. 

"No, I do know. I just don't care." He watched you walk away back over to your bar and listened to your boss continuously apologise for the way you were acting towards him, having no idea what had gotten into you and why you were acting this way.

"Seungmin. Do you have anything on you?" Seungmin nodded, he always carried everything they sold along with some other drugs they could ever need in the car. 

"Good. Felix get the car and make sure you have the cuffs, she looks like she might put up a fight." The boys didn't even defy what Chan was thinking they did as they were told and did so without question if they wanted to keep working for him and get paid. 

"Yes Sir," The boys all flooded out of the bar and Changbin got ready to drive Chan home they always travelled in different cars to make sure they weren't being followed. 

"I'll change and come back. We know she doesn't finish until later, but I want this placed watched. Got it?!" He was yelling, taking the anger out he had with you on them. Jisung hung back to keep an eye on you, Jisung was the secret weapon of the group. He came across as soft and innocent much like Jeongin but on the inside, Jisung was the second killer of the group while Jeongin was the bait. Jisung would lure people into a false sense of security, gain their trust so that he could get them for Chan. It was his job. They all had a role to play and they all played it well. 

3:55 am and you were locking up. Everyone who had been in the bar had long left now and you were cashing up the till putting the tips into the safe in the office before leaving through the back door, it led out into a creepy alleyway that made you anxious. There were no buses or taxi's to take you home so you knew you were going to have to rely on walking home to the bad side of town and pray that there was nothing going to happen. You'd done it a million times before but something felt wrong about tonight, something you couldn't put your finger on so you pulled your jacket around you tightly ready to leave as soon as you could.

"Hey! Y/n right?" You turned to see one of the men that had been with Chan that night and you nodded tucking your hair behind your ear. 

"Yes, can I help you?" He smiled at you and his smile seemed to make you relax when you saw it, he seemed like the nicest one out of all of the boys that had been at the table that night. 

"No, I was just walking around. I'm Jisung by the way, we never introduced ourselves." He shook your hand and you smiled until you realised what time it was and wondered what he was doing at 4 in the morning outside of a bar they no longer wanted, 

"Just walking around at 4 in the morning?" He hissed as you caught on quickly Chan said he thought you'd be smart about this, Felix was waiting around the corner with the car and Seungmin waiting with him. 

"A nice stroll, do you need a ride?" You shook your head not knowing if you should trust him or not. Your gut was torn now so you continued walking out of the alleyway to get into the street. Even if it was early there would still be people around to witness if anything happened to you...Not that anyone would speak since Jisung worked for Chan. A car stopped in front of you and two other people that had been with Chan sat there waving at you, 

"Get in the car Y/n." When you turned to look at Jisung he was holding a gun in his hand but once your back was turned away from the car Seungmin took out a cloth covered in chloroform and it was placed over your mouth. Your legs began to kick and you tried to scream but the tight grasp around your mouth tightened some more and dragged you back against the car. 

"Don't fight it, just go to sleep," Seungmin whispered in your ear trying to soothe you if that was even at all possible in this kind of situation, you continued to kick until Jisung grabbed your legs roughly and you were put into the backseat of the car, arms being bound with handcuffs and your legs being tied up with some rope. Your mind was trying to fight your system into going to sleep but your legs went numb the chloroform was acting far too quickly for your liking, your arms were heavy and your eyelids were starting to weigh down. 

"Go to sleep, it'll make this all easier if you just obey...Trust us." You looked at Jisung with pleading eyes tearing up as he repeated that you should just sleep and then to Felix who was staring at you from the front seat, he felt bad for this from the moment Chan mentioned taking you. It was a direct order from Chan though and he couldn't disobey the man who'd taken him in.

"Trust us, don't fight it. Relax." Your eyes locked with Felix's and he sent you a sad smile, he started up the engine of the car once he saw your legs stop moving and your eyes start to flutter shut. His sad smile was the last thing you saw right before you drifted off to sleep in Seungmin's arms with Jisung and Felix exchanging looks from the seats.

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𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚!𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙩���𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙨

series starts in 2021, i probably won’t go in order of each member

you do not have to watch anime to follow this! this series simply places one member of skz into an anime universe, characters from the anime will most likely not be mentioned

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𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣 

haikyuu!! 

team manager!reader & volleyball captain!chan

in the five years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him cry until now. baffled at the fact that the team he leads lost the tournament to your rival school, a sudden fire is lit in your eyes. even if you’re always on the sidelines of the gym, you’re determined to find a way to lead to your best friend’s team to victory.

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤 

kakegurui 

gambler!reader & rival!minho

your biggest strength when it comes to gambling is your flirtatious nature, making your opponents yearn for you so much that they’ll give away the deck in their hands. however, this one opponent of yours might just turn your tricks right back at you in a game of cards.

𝙨𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙣 

assassination classroom 

delinquent!reader & delinquent!changbin

you want that reward for killing your teacher, no doubt about it. you don’t care about teamwork, or splitting the money between your behaved classmates who adore the teacher you had to kill by the end of the school year. the only problem is: all of your solo attempts go haywire, so it’s time to bring in the other delinquent in your class.

𝙝𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 

demon slayer 

demon!reader & demon slayer!hyunjin

the night you turned into a demon, he only knew one thing: it was his fault. determined to turn you back into a human once again, he sets off his quest to become a demon slayer, training under a retired love hashira’s wing, to revive his soulmate.

𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 

your lie in april 

violinist!reader & pianist!jisung

he’s never met anybody like you. somebody so adventurous and lively, it’s almost as if the rain cloud on his head vanishes and gets replaced by your beaming sun. your violin sends a light shining down on him, an inspiration, a hope to finally pick up sheet music and play it once again. that is, until he starts realizing how pale you become and how often your hospital visits are.

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭 

violet evergarden 

client!reader & auto memory doll!felix

you scratch your head, leaning against the door. to say you were suprised to see a male doll would be an understatement, or perhaps it’s just because of how out of it you’ve been lately. nonetheless, you let him in and prepare him some tea for him to drink while you explain who you’re writing a letter to and why.

𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣 

the promised neverland

orphan!reader & orphan!seungmin

a happy family of orphans, and their caretaker, living in a lovely house, and taking tests to determine their intelligence. once they turn 6, they will start being taken to their forever homes, at least that’s what you thought at first. after learning the truth about the house you live in and your loving caretaker, the two of you set out to escape your faith that has been placed on you ever since you were born.

𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣 

toradora! 

misunderstood!reader & prideful!jeongin

no wonder he’s called the roaring fennec fox, you think, watching him prance around the classroom with his large group of friends. meanwhile, you hardly have any friends because your first impression always makes people run away. there’s no way you two could ever interact with each other peacefully, right? oh, you’ll be sitting next to him this year in class.

@skzwriternet pls reblog

[cuddlepilefics]

Hiii I have a request could you write a sickfic where felix drink a milkshake but he's lactose intolerant and Chan takes care of him? Thank you

A trip to the mall  

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Chan

 Felix POV.:

There was one thing I really loved doing with my friends and that was going to the mall. Back in Australia my friends and I often hung out at the mall after school, mostly just window shopping because we didn’t have that much money. Now that I had a job and some money to spare, I couldn’t wait to go there with my members. Sure, Korean malls were a bit different from Australian ones but I was sure it’d be just as much fun. Sadly, not everyone was as excited as me because there’d also be the risk of being recognized by fans. Though I truly loved Stay, I was hoping to have a relaxed and fun day with my friends, living a normal life like other people my age. To avoid running into people, we all put on masks and hats, hiding as much of our faces as possible. Over breakfast we had decided to split up for most of the time at the mall because smaller groups would draw less attention.

Arriving at the mall, we parted ways. I went with Changbin, while our leader took the two maknaes and Minho teamed up with Hyunjin and Jisung. It wasn’t exactly what I had been looking for when we said we’d go shopping. A group of two was rather boring but who was I to complain, at least we were going out and I was partnered with Changbin. We visited different stores, not buying much but putting together ridiculous outfits for each other and taking a few pictures. I ended up with a pair of sneakers and new shirt, Changbin picked up a new pair of headphones and a leather jacket. It had already been hours since we arrived and I was starting to feel hungry. When I heard my hyung’s stomach imitating whale sounds, I knew he felt the same. Giggling, I poked his arm: “Hyung, should we maybe meet up with the others to have lunch?” – “That’d be awesome, I’m starving over here”, he laughed awkwardly patting his tummy. I pulled out my phone and texted the groupchat, asking for everyone to meet at the food court in about twenty minutes. That’d give them enough time to pay for what they wanted to buy but would keep us from starving as we waited.

Not too long after, I saw Hyunjin running towards us, almost tackling me to the ground. His boy was really doing an awesome job at not drawing attention. From the corners of my eyes I could see Changbin roll his eyes. Minho and Jisung followed in a light jog, panting as they came to a halt next to us. “Hyunjin, how many coffees did you have this morning? I’m too old for this”, Minho gasped. “Aish, you’re finally admitting it hyung”, Jisung teased, receiving a look that clearly stated ‘just wait till we get home’, causing the younger to hide behind Changbin. They were still bickering when the other trio joined us. Judging by the shopping bags, everyone had found at least a few pieces, so our trip already turned out a success. “Guys, as entertaining it is to watch you fight, I’m hungry. Do you really want me to starve on your watch”, I whined, pouting at Chan. Just as I hoped, the leader spoke up: “Alright everyone, decide what you want to eat, so we know whether we need to split up again or not.”

In the end we didn’t split up. Since everyone was looking for something sweet, we agreed on going to a milkshake bar together. I was glad we all stayed together as one big group this time, so I’d really get to spend some time with all of my friends, not only a handful. Chan chose a strawberry milkshake, while I ordered a cookies-and-cream one. It had only been a few minutes since we were all served our shakes, but I had already tried each of them, arguing with Hyunjin because mine was obviously so much better than his. However, there was something I didn’t realize. When I went to drink milkshakes with my friends in Sydney, we always went to a vegan store, so there was no questioning whether the shakes were prepared with plant-based milk. That was really important to me because, what my members didn’t know, was that I was lactose intolerant. Being so used to having vegan milkshakes, I completely forgot to ask for my shake to be made with plant-based milk. I had only about a quarter of my shake left when I felt my stomach rumble. Instinctively, I rested my hand on my stomach, already feeling my abdomen bloating slightly. That reminded me that most milkshakes were, as the name already said, made with milk, something I shouldn’t have. Yeah, I had had to learn that the hard way when I was younger. Realizing my mistake, I pushed the cup towards Chan and claimed I was full already.

 Chan’s POV.:

We finished our shakes and I had to admit how good of an idea it had been to come here. This trip really did make me forget about work and I was able to just have some fun with my dongsaengs. However, for the rest of the day we wanted to stick together as one big group, even if that would draw more attention towards us. It was simply more fun if everyone was together. We walked around taking selfies and just enjoying ourselves. I really wanted a pic with Felix too, that’s when I noticed my fellow Aussie trailing behind. Slowing my pace, I waited for him to catch up to me. “Oi Felix, you’re looking a bit pale there, everything ok?”, I frowned, noticing the small pout forming on his lips. “Hyung, I- I kinda messed up”, he mumbled, hugging his middle with a groan when his stomach cramped, “I’m lactose intolerant.” I froze in my spot, stunned at the new information I only learned about now: “You’re what?” – “Lactose intolerant. That’s why I always only eat one slice of pizza because that’s as much as I can get away, having only a small stomach ache. More than one slice would not end well”, my dongsaeng explained between gritted teeth.

By now the entire group had stopped walking, watching the two of us. “What made you think, having a milkshake was a good idea then? Are you insane?” – “The milkshake bar I always went to in Sydney was vegan, so I forgot about it”, he whimpered doubling over. MY irritation at his careless behavior ease and I gave him a small comforting smile. “It’s ok, Lix. Want me to take you home? The others can continue shopping a bit but I think you’re done for today.” He nodded and I looked up to talk to the other members. “It’s alright hyung, just take care of him”, Minho stated, the rest nodding along, all of them having listened in on the conversation between Felix and me. We bid our goodbyes and I called for a driver while slowly guiding Felix towards the exit. We weren’t really fast, since the younger struggled to walk with the pain in his abdomen but we still had to wait for someone to come pick us up. I made Felix sit on a bench, while we waited. The poor boy was getting paler by the minute. “Lix, what usually happens when you eat dairy?”, I hummed, wanting to know what we were going to deal with. Letting go of his shopping bags, Felix pulled his knees to his chest resting his chin on them: “Always depends how much I eat. My stomach hurts and I get bloated. If I have a lot, it usually only gets better after I throw most of it up but that hasn’t happened in years. Last time that happened, I was still really young and refused to listen to my mom. I secretly ate ice cream back then.” Despite the pain, I could see a small smile on his face at the memory. I shook my head, that really sounded like him, valuing ice cream over anything else.

“How do you feel now?”, I asked after we got settled in the back of the car. He rested his head against the window, replying in a low voice: “Queasy.” Rubbing his shoulder in sympathy, I leaned back in my seat and we spent most of the ride in silence. I thought Felix might have fallen asleep to the soothing motion of the car, when he shot upright in his seat. Starling, I looked over at him and caught a glance at his greyish lips before he clamped his hands over them. My dongsaeng’s face had drained of all color and I cursed, knowing what was going to come next. In a rush I shoved his new shirt and the shoebox into my shopping bag, holding the now empty plastic bag under his chin. Felix removed his hand from his mouth, holding the bag closer to his face with both hands. Since he was holding the bag himself, I settled for rubbing his back as a retch tore from his throat. I could feel the younger’s spine rippled as he bent over further. He coughed, which was soon followed by a splashing noise, making me cringe in sympathy. I rolled down the windows and tucked the younger’s hair behind his ears. If he kept growing it, he’d soon look like Hyunjin. Another harsh gag tore me from my thoughts and whispered words of encouragement as I continued to rub Felix’ back. Being close friends with him, I knew just how much the younger despised throwing up.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Felix lifted his head from the shopping bag and took the bag in one hand. He used the other hand to wipe at the tears, dotting his eyelashes. With his sleeve, he dried the sweat on coating his forehead and rested his head against the car seat. I searched through my backpack in hopes of having some water and maybe tissues with me asking: “Better?” When I looked back at my friend, saw him shake his head, just as ashy pale as before. His stomach rumbled and he squeezed his eyes shut before losing the battle against his stomach and diving back into the bag. “Aish, that sucks, mate”, I commented patting the younger’s back as he choked up two more waves of his milkshake. Before sitting back up and clearing his throat: “Think I’m done now.” I handed him some water and he first rinsed his mouth, taking a few careful sips afterwards. The color was slowly returning to his face and I carded my fingers through his sweaty bangs as he rested his head on my shoulder, exhausted from the ordeal. We made it through the rest of the ride okay. Felix didn’t get sick anymore but held onto the half-filled shopping bag just in case.

When the car pulled up to the dorm building, I thanked and apologized to the driver before helping Felix get out. The boy was still a bit unsteady on his feet and the arm he wrapped protectively around his middle told me he was still in pain. We walked past a trashcan on the sidewalk and Felix tied the sickbag closed, disposing of it. He had been quiet the entire time and I had just assumed he was exhausted but when he crossed the building’s entrance hall, he suddenly dashed from my side. Making it to a bin at one of the walls just in time, my dongsaeng braced his hand against the wall heaving. There wasn’t much more for him to bring up though and after retching up a small trickle, he was reduced to dry heaves. I supported his side to prevent him from toppling over. “Lixxie, you’re empty. There’s nothing left, the entire shake is out now”, I soothed but he just shook his head retching again. Sighing, I rubbed his back till he had calmed down and caught his breath. “Do you think it’s safe to move yet? It’s not that much further to our dorm” – “Mhm, I think most of it is out now anyways”, Felix rasped lowly, holding onto my arm for support as we made our way to the elevator.

I quickly typed in the code, letting us into the apartment. We kicked off our shoes and I left my backpack and shopping bag with our new clothes in the hallway. “Hyung, I’ll just sit in the bathroom for a bit longer. Still feel meh”, the young Aussie admitted and I patted his shoulder promising: “I’ll keep you company in a second, yeah? I’ll just make some tea to settle your stomach.” As promised, I soon joined my dongsaeng, offering him tea and a clean shirt, taking a seat on the bathtub. Luckily, he didn’t throw up again. We sat in silence, with Felix slowly sipping his tea before he spoke up: “Sorry, I’m usually better at avoiding situations like this. I’m not as irresponsible as you think.” – “It’s ok, Lix. I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I would have just hoped you’d tell us about these kinds of things”, I sighed, “Did you at least have fun before that?” He beamed up at me, showing that kind of smile that could make anyone’s day a thousand times better: “It was amazing actually. We really need to do these things more often when the schedule allows it. I really missed being just a boy hanging out with my friends.” – “We will, we just need to watch out what we choose for lunch in the future”, I smiled, glad that everything was fine in the end.

[dat-town]

Busan drift

Characters: racer!Felix & racer!You

Setting : street racing au (all I know is coming from the Fast & Furious franchise so excuse my shitty knowledge about cars and races)

Summary: A new face around the races in your beloved seaside town always means trouble, especially if he’s as cocky and arrogant as that mysterious silver-haired guy seems.

Warning: nothing really apart from good ol’ competitiveness

Words: 4.7k

For the one and only @lily-blue​! Love ya, dear! ♥

There's a smug smile playing on your lips the moment you cross the finish line, tires screeching against the asphalt as you step on the break and take a perfect U-turn to park your car in the middle of the impressed crowd. Adrenalin still rushes through your veins just as the car's engine still rumbles under you and fingers warm against the wheel, you let the satisfying feeling of winning hype you up before opening your door.

"That's my girl!" Chan welcomes you with a proud smile stretching over his lips, big palm patting you on the blade bones in congratulations before anyone else could. You grin at the brunette and reciprocate Changbin's half hug within the circle of your friends and admirers.

"Today's on me," you holler in the air followed by loud cheers and you know you gotta claim your prize for today's race before the sore losers would ruin your fun with their bitterness. A race is a race, there are no rules, so they cannot even call you out on cheating because technically there's nothing you could have done wrong. And well, everybody would laugh at them if they had to turn to such techniques against a girl.

It took you some time and definitely some nerve and thick skin to earn yourself a reputation and a title but by now, the Busan streets are like your playground and everybody who matters in this scene knows your name. You're the first girl who has ever won the local annual street race after all. Of course, you couldn't have done it alone. If it wasn't for your friends then you would have been nowhere near your current place. A lot of things had lead you to where you are now starting from your long friendship with Jisung who was your classmate in middle school. He introduced you to his friends, Changbin and Chan with whom you hit it off quite quickly. The eldest boy already had an interest in cars then and he was the one who taught you the most about how to pick a vehicle apart and then put it together thanks to his accurate technical knowledge. Changbin has been out on the streets for quite a while too, while Jisung mainly deals with the competitions: he gets the info about them, gathers maps about the routes and handles the prize money to make the most out of the cars.

But a bit of celebration never hurts, so you're off to go to your usual favourite place with the nice amount of cash in your hands when somebody steps in front of your and you have to halt your action. Annoyed, you look up at the tall guy in front of you and first, you think he must be one of those racers whom you left behind during the latest race. However, you are quite surprised when you see an unfamiliar face.

Busan might be a big city but the street racing scene isn't so big that you wouldn't know your competitors. It actually makes your job even easier because every driver has their signature type of driving and knowing them enables you to use this knowledge against them without them knowing.

"Impressive race," the stranger comments with a twitch in the corner of his mouth and you're once again taken aback but this time, it's because of the depth of his voice. He spoke up quietly but the deep rumbling resonated through the area.

"Thanks," you hum, not knowing why he has to stand in your way but at least, the guy doesn't waste your time and goes straight to the point:

"I can beat you, though," he claims confidently and he had some guts, you have to give him that but you laugh at his claim nevertheless. Not because you are that full of yourself that you think nobody can be better than you but taken the current circumstances it seems highly unlikely since you know the route well and newbie amateurs aren't competitors to you anyway.

"Ooooh do we have a Seoul boy here?" you raise a brow checking him out from head to toe not too impressed. He has slick, perfectly styled silver hair, showing off his undercut and dangling silver ear piercings. His facial features are defined by his high cheekbones, well-defined eyebrows and jaw as sharp as a knife. His dark eyes are like the night filled with fierce passion instead of stars.

Everybody can tell easily that he didn't belong here. It isn't just the expensive watch on his wrist or his weird dialect but the way he carries himself. There's some arrogance in it, as if he had some kind of privilege over countryside folks like you. But pity for him, whoever treats him as if he was a little prince, nobody here cares. He could have been the son of the president and nobody would have given a shit about his family background. On the Streets, nothing else matters just raw talent and what you have built for yourself. He couldn't just walk in him acting like he owned the place. That's very far from the truth and you take it upon yourself, enlightening him.

"You don't know how things work around here, do you? You can't just challenge someone like that," you tell him firmly and the crowd around you provides the sounds effects, gasping as if the guy just got burnt. He, however, doesn't seem too bothered. He merely raises an eyebrow back at you.

"Why? Are you afraid?" he mocks you, deep voice reminding you of deep waters. You wonder briefly whether it is possible to drown in a voice.

"Of course not," you snort since that's a ridiculous guess. Why would you have been afraid? Statistically he has like 1 to 100 chance to win against you. Busan is a maze made of beach strolls, mountain roads and tricky underpasses. Unlike him, you know these all too well, not used to the straight and wide roads of the capital city. "But I don't have to explain myself to someone who don't know or respect our rules. Educate yourself first." 

You don't do it on purpose but the crowd around you seems to enjoy your remarks. However, the guy doesn't seem to take it to heart. 

"Oh I know you have this open popup competition thing going on," he shrugs nonchalantly speaking so ignorantly talking about how your races are held that it rubs you off the wrong way. Doesn't he get that randomly getting notified of where and when the races are held meant that you have to be ready all the time? 

" I was just wondering whether you were up for an off-competition race. Think of it like a challenge. I will be here same time tomorrow," he said and flashed you a smirk before turning on his heels and leaving the scenes while being watched by numerous baffled eyes including yours.

"So… drinks?" Jisung broke the silence with his hopeful question and everybody seemed to share the sentiment.

Originally, you didn’t want to care about arrogant guys’ any random challenge because you knew that if you agreed to one, then more would come after him and each of them would call you a coward if you turned any down. However, as Changbin reminded you that stranger boy with his ridiculous undercut called you out in front of a crowd, letting everyone know about the time and place, so you could be pretty sure there would be quite an audience there later that day with or even without you. You hated to give in like that, but you pretty much have no choice but to go there and teach that brat a lesson. That things weren’t played like this on your streets.

"Yah yah yah, guys! You won't believe this!" Jisung runs to the garage where you're currently trying to start the engine when Chan, the one working on the gears, tells you, too. Jisung looks dishevelled and a bit panicked, so it should be something important. Keyword is should because he tends to act so dramatic even because of stuff like a slightly burnt toast. 

"What?" you turn towards him, having the urge to ruffle his already messy hair. Since you have a pretty casual brother-sister-like relationship with each guy on your team, it wouldn’t be something weird or out of line. However, you stay in place and turn the keys as Chan taps on the car hood, getting the engine finally fumbling under his handyman hands.

"The guy, you know, from yesterday… I found out who he is!" Jisung tells you all too proudly but he seems to jittery over such information. You guessed he must be a nobody from Seoul thinking car races on the streets of Busan are similar to the ones he had back at home, you even played with the idea, he only knew stuff like a wheel and gears from arcade games. However, when you shoot an uninterested look at Jisung, he whips out his phone and shoves a website into your face with the guy's unimpressed face on it.

He looks somewhat younger in the picture and his hair is wavy blonde instead of the short-cut silver like now but it really is him. That arrogant look in his eyes rubs you off the wrong way just by looking at his image with the description calling him Felix Lee.

"He's a legit car racer! The youngest one in the Australian national team!" Jisung basically shouts and your attention drifts to the headline of the article claiming that the boy abruptly moved to Korea.

Maybe you should be intimidated but you just snort. He acted so almighty just because he used to play with those super expensive toy cars within the set route of an arena? Hah, he would fail badly on the roads, especially if he isn't used to being done dirty by other racers. It wasn't some Formula 1 here, you have no such rules. 

"And? I can still beat his ass," you claimed confidently, knowing your skills. Winning against a newbie in street racing would be easy as a pie. 

"Still, keep it in mind that he isn't as clueless as we thought. He knows cars and is probably good under pressure," Chan a.k.a the voice of reason reminded you. You know that it's important to not underestimate your enemy but you're too annoyed by this prick and his arrogant attitude. 

"Sure, but we know that area better than anyone. I have raced there multiple times, I know the shortcuts and the dangerous turns. There's no way he could do better on first try," you claim fairly sure of yourself and you glance at the time, seeing you have a few more hours until you have to be there, at the bay, behind that warehouse with Hyundai written on its side.

"Don't be like that, guys, no need to get stressed, she will show him how it's done in Busan. He'll get the authentic taste of losing," Changbin speaks up waking from his nap and you grin at him, giving him a high five in gratitude for his support. You know that the others worry for your sake too but you don't need that, there's nothing to be anxious about.

Or so you thought. 

You start to get second thoughts when arriving to the venue you see Lee I Think I'm The Best Felix's car. A beautiful white Toyota Supra 2020. The paint on the sides seems brand new, the red strikes powerful and the smoke effect makes it aesthetic. But too bad, pretty cars are worth nothing if the engine is cheap and weak. But the thing is, you know this car. Or at least the type and you have been meaning to get your hands on one for literal years! It's just super rare and hella expensive. All your savings from competitions wouldn't be enough to get one. And now you're not only annoyed by the guy's behaviour but also envious of him. Huh, such a showoff though. Or rather a coward, you would like to think. Coming to race against you with a car that's being said to have one of the best acceleration speed. Compared to that, your baby is a veteran Nissan, having been used years and fixed up by Chan numerous times. But it's still running on high speed and you're familiar with every little thing, how to drift or how to use your nitro smartly, because of course, you have upgraded it over the years, even hand painted the 4RACHA sign onto its side.

"So… you came," the guy pushes himself away from his car, arms crossed against his chest and you don't like his content, bright smile. He seems genuinely glad to see you and seeing how much the crowd fawns over his fancy car, you're sure he came here to show off. 

"Can't have you think you can just walk into Busan so mighty," you roll your eyes, adding internally: can't have him think you were a coward. 

"Well, you can show me my place then," he chuckles all too amused and you press your lips together disapproving. You don't like how relaxed he is. As if he's already won regardless the result of the race.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna let you know about today's race to keep it fair and unbiased," atall, blonde haired guy from the Streets community walked up to you. Hyunjin is one of the organizers of the weekly and annual events too. They decide the routes, the prizes, the time and they invite everyone involved. They are pretty much the center of the Busan street race competition.

"I will be the one drawing the flag, you will receive the GPS coordinate you have to reach, there's no advised route. We will monitor where you are and see if you reach the point. The first one who makes it back will be the winner. Is it clear?" he asks looking from the new guy to you and when your eyes meet, you see his mouth turn slightly upward.

His smile has gotten you into trouble before and stupidly you still feel that nostalgic fondness towards your ex-boyfriend. It's been a while since you broke up due to the rumours that him giving out info helped you win so many races but you still care about him to a certain extent. You would have liked to stay friends but in this competitive world it's better not to keep too close attachments between organizers and racer. Too many people badmouth those.

"Sure thing," the newbie grins and you just nod. You have already known this after all.

"Alright, then get ready," Hyunjin tells you, a wavy blonde lock falling ahead into his eyes from his manbun. 

You shot one last look at the silver-haired guy and his shining dark orbs before turning on your heels you sit back into your car after receiving encouragement from your friends and some regular viewers.

Sitting behind the wheels you already see the red dot lighting up on your integrated GPS map and already know you will go along the shore to go there instead of across the town. Less distractions and obstacles.

Once Hyunjin and some others you know through the races send the crowd a bit farther, giving the two lined up cars enough space around the starting line. Your ex takes the black flag and white you use for such purposes and stands in front of you, between the black Nissan and the white Toyota. You start your engine, running it, warming it up while he waves the flag above his head. You hear the counting down, the echoes in the back of your mind and when Hyunjin suddenly brings the sign down, you step on the gas, car shooting ahead next to the guy's.

He speeds up quickly too, even getting a meter or two ahead of your car and when you reach a one small alley between two containers, you have no other choice but to step on the break to get behind him and not run into that metal monstrum. But you grin nevertheless because this way, you can watch him take a right turn going into the suburbs not knowing about the tricky little streets and the business of that area around these hours. On the other hand, you take the empty road alongside the beach, going at a high speed already.

It makes you slightly anxious that you don’t see him and don’t know how he’s keeping up but then Changbin basically screams into your earpiece you usually wear during races in case you can get insights from the guys.

“You gotta speed up, honey, because that kid is crazy. He’s going at a breakneck speed even in traffic,” he tells you sounding astonished himself while monitoring the GPS signals of the two cars.

“What the hell,” you murmur under your nose and step on the gas even more, paying extra attention at that 90° turn at the end of the road before you’d end up in the sea. You cannot lose to that arrogant bastard, you tell yourself and pass by a few cars as you got into the port area driving towards the assigned point.

Your Nissan Silvia slides out to the main road just before the white Toyota and your grit your teeth that he’s so freaking close to you. The two of you race towards the crossroad that seems to be the point that the organizers appointed as your first goal. However, going ahead is too big of a detour, so you know that you have the best chance to take a U-turn which is kind of crazy at the speed you’re going. But good for you, your car was basically made for drifting and you’re pretty good at taking well-aimed sharp turns.

So just before reaching the crossroad you keep accelerating, only to take your footing off the gas and you pull the handbrake in when you hear the GPS exclaim that ‘You’ve reached your destination’. The sudden stop makes the back wheels lose grip and you feel the force weight shift, the seatbelt keeping your body still despite the car’s yanking and when you see the road you’ve just taken now you let go off the brakes, stepping onto the gas hard. Leaving nothing but screeching sound and your traces on the concrete behind, you speed up again.

Your heart still beats overdrive when you take a quick look in the rear mirror checking on the guy and you’re quite annoyed to see him not too much behind. He’s keeping up well, you have to admit and you hate that. You’re used to being able to predict the result at this point of a race.

“You’re doing great, just keep that distance between you,” Changbin tries to soothe your nerves, knowing you all too well and you bite your tongue to not make a repost at such a useful advice.

Instead, you take the turn back to the beach but this time, the Australian guy follows you and no matter how hard you try, you can’t get rid of him. The closer you get to the finishing line, the more nervous you get wondering what he’s planning, whether he wants to pull a dirty trick on you but in the end, it’s your car that crosses the line first, his a few meters behind and the most annoying thing is that you aren’t sure he wouldn’t have been able to pass you by if he really tried.

So why? Why did he challenge you only to lose? You just can’t wrap your mind around it.

Maybe that’s why when you walk around with two beers in your hands and you approach him when you spot him in the midst of talking and dancing people at this impromptu party someone’s high quality loudspeakers and the music coming from them causes with the amount of alcohol present.

“Here,” you hold a beer out for him to take. You try to sound nonchalant but you aren’t so sure that you managed to do that based on the look he gives you.

Felix or how the hell he likes to be cold, looks up at you with pure surprise written over his features. He has shred off his black leather jacket since the last time you have seen him get out of his car and in the plain white shirt beneath he looks somewhat softer than before. Or it might be because of his expression as well because there’s nothing arrogant about him as he takes the can from your hand.

“Thanks,” he murmurs in his deep voice although he stares at you so doubtful as if he was expecting for a long scolding or at least a prank pulled on him. You want to laugh at that thought because you really aren’t that scary or intimidating .But okay, maybe you have those deadly glares like Jisung likes to state. (But maybe if he learned not to put your stuff away then you wouldn’t look at him like that.)

You don’t even ask, you just plop down next to the guy, sitting in front of the Toyota and watching the starry night above the Busan beach. He doesn’t ask why you do so when a few hours before you were so keen on proving him wrong and then celebrating with your friends that you indeed did. He doesn’t question you but you can feel his eyes on you even when he speaks up.

“That drift was pretty sick. You almost lost me there for a minute or so.”

He doesn’t say it like ‘wow you are a girl but you can drive’ which would have been kind of offensive but he seems truly impressed by your skills and that feels nice. You being a girl does not limit you in anything and it’s nice to hear others admit it as well. Bad for him, you’re not that good of letting go of your grunge even if it’s that baseless like the one you had against him for being rich show off kid with no talent. Although you would only take back the last part.

“Thanks. You weren’t that bad either, I guess,” you mumble out though and that’s already something from you! Changbin could tell him about it. You’re too competitive to admit something like that so carelessly.

“You guess,” he laughs at that, genuine and carefree. He has a nice laugh. It goes surprisingly high-pitch compared to his deep voice.

He doesn’t seem too stiff or distant, so you decide to break the ice and not beat around the bush. You have always been straightforward in your own way. And maybe that can of beer you have already drowned after the race helps your tongue to get loose too. 

“I heard you were a professional car racer. Why did you stop?” you ask, turning your head towards him, eyeing the pretty freckles over his cheeks and the way those silver strands sometimes get into his forehead. The thought of him messy haired and unstyled makes him younger in your eyes, more like his age. As someone who had been competing on the big screen from the age of sixteen. Like Chan said, that must have been quite the pressure and you wonder whether he ever felt so threatened like you did when he challenged you the day before.

“Oh so you did your research…” The boy turns around you, raising an eyebrow with a smug smile tugging on his lips and you want to smack him because of the teasing in his voice.

“I did not! Don’t get ahead of yourself!” You snort instead, rolling your eyes at him. You really did not, but if he doesn’t believe the truth like this, you won’t waste more time trying to convince him otherwise. Then, your comment is followed by silence and for a minute you think that he wouldn’t answer which you would understand. You’re a stranger after all. But in the end he shrugs, but his voice is sad.

“It’s just the typical sad reason. I don’t need your pity,” he says turning his gaze onto the floow, fingers intertwined in front of him and there’s a certain tenseness in his bones and moves.

“Oh I’m the last person who would pity someone who walked into my playground as if he was about to take it over,” you bite there, a bit playfully though and the racer laughs at that again, ruffling his silver locks casually in the meantime.

“My grandmother fell ill and someone has to be there for her, so I came back to Korea. I love being here though and grandma is the sweetest, I just miss racing,” he tells you in the end, words slurring together from the speed he’s talking but you guess he just wanted to get over with it quickly, like tearing off a plaster.

You can tell that he’s being sincere about his words, both about his love and caree towards his ill grandmother and his craving to race again. You can understand that, missing the feeling of the engine starting up under you, radiating through your body, missing the adrenaline and excitement of drifts and jumps, feeling like you're flying. That’s the only thing you’re really good at and you’re so invested that you don’t know what you would do if suddenly it wasn’t in your life. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Maybe he’s just the same and he called you out only to feel that rush again. That’s why winning didn’t matter to him.

“You can always come and compete here,” so you tell him, letting him know that he’s welcomed to come back, to join the Streets and before he would think you have become sentimental, you gently tap the hood of the Toyota behind you. “It would be a pity to waste the potential of this beautiful car of yours.”

A soft smile appears on the boy’s face that only widens once he comes up with something equally teasing. 

“You can drive it if you want,” he offers as if he didn’t care about the millions he spent on this car. He really must have grown up in a rich household.

“So generous,” you snort playfully. Although, if he’s being serious then holy shit, really? It would be a dream to drive such a car. 

But the racer just chuckles, not getting offended by your remark. Then, out of blue, he adds: “I’m Felix by the way.”

“I know,” you hum, uninterested. At least you pretended to be seemingly. Once word got around that he came back to Korea, apparently everybody has been talking about him. 

“I never caught your name though,” You raise a brow at that. “Everybody calls you on all sorts of nicknames.”

You let out a chuckle at that, it's true though, you're the girl of the Streets. Obviously not the only one but the best racer of them for sure, so the guys here treat you like their sister. 

“Well, you can always ask. I’m pretty sure my friends would be happy to tell you,” you sigh, knowing your friends all too well. Sure, they wouldn't give out your contacts to every random stranger but Felix seems harmless. You're pretty sure Jisung would accidentally spill your name anyway. 

“Nah. Too easy. I’m considering to ask for another race to earn it,” the silver-haired guy remarks with an elegant raise of his brow and it makes you laugh. He's surprisingly fun to be around if he's willing to go to extremes such as racing to get your name.

“Well, good luck with that,” you snort but without malice this time and clink your can of beer with his for a toast. You barely know him but giving him a chance, you have a good feeling about him with all his giggles. It might be a good start of something new. 

[missinghan]

dandelion ⤖ hwang hyunjin

❖ genre : strangers to lovers!au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 12,2k.

❖ warning : explicit language 

❖ summary : it’s funny how you’ve been second-guessing every single thing in life to the T but the only thing you didn’t just happens to be running after a total stranger named Hwang Hyunjin.

one.

“And that, my friend, is the end of the chapter. See, that wasn’t so hard, you just need to pay more attention to the details.” Minho shuts his textbook closed and grins at you from your laptop screen. 

Your typical Monday starts with online school and ends with Lee Minho since your non-existent brain cells furiously agree to comprehend zero ounce of what your teacher rambled about accounting. Being the sly snake that he is, Minho ‘kindly’ offered you a weekly tutor session with him. Kindly, that is. And you simply cannot see that specific word in his less than appropriate vocabulary when all he did for the past ninety minutes was repeating the same damn things that your teacher did last week. 

You groan rather quietly. “How am I supposed to pay more attention to them when they’re so fucking small ?” And you don’t even have to think twice to see that smug smile appearing on your friend’s face. 

One that pops up whenever he’s clinging onto Han Jisung’s back like the sloth that he is, one that also occurs when he’s mentally prepare himself to clapping back at you with the most obnoxious yet witty comment that’s gonna make you wanna jump through the laptop screen and strangle him until he begs you to stop.

“Well, aren’t you being unreasonable ?” Minho tuts. “In fact, the smallest details are by far the most important.” You can’t help but scowl when he’s talking all calmly in his wisdom glory as if he’s Sherlock Holmes and you’re John Waston, running after him from one place to another as he keeps lecturing you and acting all mysterious with his stupid deerstalker. 

As if he’s asking you to examine a dead body with grand conclusions and spits at you afterwards “Nice one John, you missed every single essential detail that’d give us a lead, again.” A stark contrast compared to when he’s yelling and running around spontaneously. Tsk, so unnecessary. 

You feel a rush of air rising up in your rib cage as you cough harshly into the sleeves of your shirt. “Alright— smartie pants, how about you— go find Han and just make— out on Changbin’s expensive leather couch, yeah ?” You say between coughs, hand reaching for the oxygen tubes that’s carelessly thrown on the side of your bed. 

The boys always come over to Changbin’s place for a movie night every Monday. You believe that they’re planning on seeing the sequel of ‘Jumanji’ to switch it up instead of watching Woojin’s sappy dramas. How fitting. 

Minho pouts. “Come on sour patch, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to point out how much of a dumbass you are.” And it’s no doubt that those words of his are dripping with sarcasm and fake empathy. He’s too predictable at this point. 

Normal people would have freaked out to see their friend choking on air like this but it’s been countless times since Minho saw you hacking up lungs and had people yelling at him “Why the fuck are you just standing there ? She’s dying !” But truthfully, you do that all the time and he just doesn’t want to waste a single chance to at least make fun of you.

You sneer at him. “Hold your fucking tongue, you hypocrite.” As you put on the oxygen tubes and loop them around the rim of your ears, you breath adjusts itself slowly and steadily until you don’t sound like a drowning donkey again. 

“Whatever Y/N, I hope you don’t fail Park’s accounting class because that’d ruin my reputation.” Minho rolls his eyes dramatically as if the scene he’s just caused wasn’t dramatic enough in the first place. “Do you have the slightest idea of what I was trying to teach you for the past hour and a half ?” He asks semi-seriously because no matter how passionate he is about pestering you, you failing a subject because of him is the last thing he wants to go home with on his conscience. 

“Nope.” You beam. 

Minho closes his eyes and takes in a sharp breath. He’s trying so hard not to scream out loud right now, such an amusing sight. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” He repeats after himself, sounding more like he’s trying to prevent himself from exploding rather than comforting you about your stupidity. “We can just start over, I’ll just make a quick summary and you try to do the assignments by yourself after this, okay ?” 

“Fine.” 

And as Minho starts blabbering about the mere basics of accounting, the door swings open to reveal Jackson - your nurse - who’s pushing a cart full of medications inside your room, the wheels screeching against the tiled floor. “Having fun with maths again, I see.” Jackson comments with a mischievous smile. 

“Hey Jackson !” Minho inquires innocently. They both used to share a room when Jackson was still in college. Not to mention, he was good friends with 3racha and made dope music for Minho’s auditions. So you can say that Minho’s technically allowed to fanboy a little over your nurse. “You best believe that Y/N has been doing the most to comprehend what I was saying since she just appreciates me so much.” 

Jackson cackles loudly, too loudly for the sake of being in a hospital. He’s lucky that they spent a good amount of cold, hard cash to make the walls soundproof. “Just bear with her until freshman year is over. Don’t pick on the sick kid, that’s not very nice.” And now all you want to do is to put both of their heads on a stick because you know that having both Jackson Wang and Lee Minho in the same conversation is equivalent to the definition of ‘oneself against the world’. Because Jackson too, acts like an old bitchy cat and loves to laugh his ass off at your impending misery. 

You grit. “Square the fuck up.” But the scowl on your face soon fades as your nurse reaches his hand outwards underneath the blue fabric that has the whole cart covered and pulls out a brown paper bag. Now, it’s Jackson’s turn to give you a dirty look when you gratefully take the McDonal’s order from his hand like a three-year-old. “You peasants can live for the time being.” 

“You’re lucky that your body needs 3000 calories per day or else Jaebum will fire me for feeding you junk food so often.” He informs you rather sarcastically as he scatters your description medications across the table where you’d chose to put your collection of stuffed animals instead of other necessities like textbooks or plastic binders. “I didn’t sign up for this FYI, ugh, I need money to pay off student’s loan too you know ?”

And that’s another perfect example of one hundred and one reasons why you’re not pumped for college like other kids. First off, what do you mean if someone’s privileged then they get to turn the assignment in later than everyone else ? And secondly, how the fuck can a graduate pay off their loans when they’re struggling like a fish out of water to find a decent job ? Not to mention, college dramas are the absolute worst. Things won’t be as lighthearted as highschool when students are entering bars with fake IDs and do drugs to get their minds off things that are stressing them out, which is almost everything. 

In conclusion, college is just more of a shithole than highschool so you don’t really get the hype about it. 

“You’ll be fine, Wang, stop being so whiny.” You snicker and drop a french fire into your mouth before chewing obnoxiously. “Have fun with your night shift.” You wave him off as he glares at you while pushing the cart outside. The moment Jackson swings the door open again, you can see a figure passing by but this one in particular catches your attention. And surprisingly, it’s a boy because it’s been ages since you have some kind of interest in guys, non-platonically of course. 

Not to be one of those creepy people, but you’d admit it, he’s quite the looker. Defined nose, full lips and cute mono lids, the air tossing his black mullet like how every protagonist makes their entrance into the movie. But he also has oxygen tubes put on just like you, perhaps you’re in the same boat ? Either way, that’s not the point because while pretty boy’s out there looking like a runway model in sweatpants, you’re nothing more than a couch potato because you’ve been doing nothing other than staying in bed all day. 

Good gracious he’s cute. 

“And that is how you can work on simple balance sheets.” Your friend closes in but frowns at your lack of attention. The door finally closes with a soft ‘click’, hurrying you back to reality to find a not-so-happy looking Minho. “Y/N, would you be a sweetheart and tell me that you didn’t miss a single detail during the last five minutes ?” His smile is rather stiff because his facial muscles are struggling hard not to burst as anger slowly bottles up inside of his chest captivity. For fuck’s sake, he hates it when you don’t listen on purpose. 

You cock your head to the side dumbfoundedly. “Wait— everything makes no sense.” 

Minho sighs in desperation. “Oh... what if you were smarter ?” 

two.

“Kkami !” Someone exclaims from behind you. 

You stop in the middle of your track and take out a side of your earbuds. The footsteps are getting louder and louder by the second along with the male voice. “Excuse me- pardon- Kkami I swear to God !” You decide to take a full ten seconds to comprehend what’s happening before turning around. The next thing you know is your head comes in contact with something hard, causing you to stagger backwards and land on your bottom. 

“Ugh, my head.” You wince at the aching feeling on your back as your pupils slowly dilate and adjust your vision on the current surroundings. The moment you lay your eyes on the figure in front of you, your mouth automatically lets out a silent scream. A cute boy just bumped into you, but then again, you wouldn’t overreact if he’s just any other cute boy. But he’s that cute boy who managed to distract you from Minho, who got your attention even when you just stared at him through a barely opened door. 

The boy widens his eyes when he sees what he’s caused. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He apologizes with a smile, offering you a hand to pull you up right. “Are you okay ?”

You take his hand, almost flinching when his touch sends electricity throughout your body. His hands are much bigger than yours and are fully capable of enveloping your smaller ones with ease. You like that about him because you’ve never truly experienced what it feels like to hold someone’s hand in a non-platonic way. “Uhm, yeah, I’m okay but are you though ? You sounded like you’re going through a crisis looking for someone.” 

He smiles at you, eyes forming little crescent moon shape. “My mom brought my dog here and he accidentally ran off.” His laugh is melodic, sounding just like Mozart to your ears and you can’t help but crack a smile too. “It was nice meeting you, and I really have to go find him before he got to the NICUs or something… but I think we should get to know each other more. What do you say ?” He chides with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

You yank his hand away harshly. “I thought you’re better than that.” It’s ridiculous how boys with A+ look can just slide into your lives and stay for as long as they want then just disappear as if they’ve never been there in the first place. You’d hate to see a version of yourself who spends all day crying in bed because some bastard doesn’t love her back so this pretty boy over here better go before you throw him off a cliff. 

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” And with that, you walk away without turning your head, not even once. Well, so much for a Tuesday afternoon. Tuesdays are supposed to be easy-going for you since you just have to get yourself through several assignments and essays but someone just had to pop up in your life and ruin everything. 

The scowl on your face drops when you push the glass door of the pediatric unit open. Immediately, the kids see you and quickly abandon their nurses to run towards your direction. Your dad just got back from a business trip in Sydney and he still thinks that you’re a nine-year-old so your room is basically filled with candies and other sweet treats. That’d better change today. “Behave well and all of you will have one.” You chuckle at the kids’ eagerness, personally handing one bag over to each and every one of them. 

Five minutes later, the amount of treats are slowly trickling down until there’s only one bag left. In which, you’ve saved it for a specific someone since he’s just that obsessed with Australian candies. Your phone buzzes. How convenient. 

[ 3:45p.m. ]

yongbokie | okay, I’m here, where are you ?

y/n | seventh floor, just go straight down the hallway and it’s on the right side. 

“Here’s your worksheets, now where’s my Tim Tam Slam ?” Felix shoves the stack of papers into your arms as soon as he spots you inside the pediatric unit, surrounded by children, a whole lot of children. He knows your love for kids all too well and the fact that you’re lonely in this hospital is no shocker. Meaning, you’re a part-time kindergarten teacher ( aka whenever you feel like slacking off on school work ). 

You scoff at him, throwing the bag of candies at him with as much aggression. “Changbin’s gonna kick you out sooner or later if you end up looking like a pig, enjoy it while you can.” That’s obviously useless since Seo Changbin is as utterly soft for Lee Felix as you are for kids. Both are annoying little pricks but somehow, your little heart can never get mad. “And you better share that with Chan too or else he’s gonna write an entire diss track about me.” 

“CB97’s new diss track material is apparently Tim Tam Slam, how terrific.” Your friend snickers and tears the bag open single handedly with his teeth while his other hand tapping away on his phone. He doesn’t even need a cup of hot chocolate, that’s how bad Felix is craving his childhood candy. 

“Ooh, earrings ? And jeans too ?” He cocks a brow at your dainty pieces of jewelry. And you never wear jeans in the hospital, never. You think that’s it’s equivalent to asking someone to suffocate you as if the hospital isn’t suffocating enough. “Who are you trying to impress ?” 

Upon his teasing, you let out an audible groan. For once in your life, you’ve made up your mind and actually packed something decent because hospital romance is a thing and you need to be prepared at all times. Not to mention, you might as well snatch yourself a guy who’s totally father material because you hang out at the pediatric unit most of the time. “Haha, very funny. Try and find me someone cute then.” 

Just then, very slowly, a familiar figure takes long strides towards your direction. “Anyone, but him.” You deadpan.

“Him ?” Felix says over a mouthful of chocolate as he turns his head to the front door. 

And holy shit. 

To your dismay - with a bag over his shoulder, face flushed from running with beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks that make him glow like Edward Cullen and his wet fringe covering his eyes slightly — is the pretty boy from yesterday, well, more like five minutes ago. They say everything’s uglier close-up but not him. He’s absolutely breathtaking, undeniably brilliant as if he had just stepped out from an anime. But you’re not falling for that perfect smile again, at least for the time being. 

“Oh hell no.” Felix quickly identifies the boy and hangs his jaw open, the plastic wrapper falling out from his hand. You look at your friend in disbelief, your expression mirroring his - completely lost for words. 

The boy waves his hand at him and smiles widely. “Yongbok !” And just like that, your brain starts to process the new amount of overwhelming information. Slowly, and steadily, all the dots are connected. That guy is definitely heading towards your direction. No one knows Felix’s Korean name unless they’re close friends or family members. Jesus motherfucking Christ-

Felix demands loudly. “Hyunjin, do not move !” 

The pretty boy - whose name is apparently Hyunjin - stops abruptly at his friend’s sudden outburst. He turns his head only to accidentally make eye contact with you. Cocking a brow, he averts his attention back to Felix. You too, tug on your friend’s sleeve before questioning him. 

“You know him ?” “You know her ?” 

Felix widens his eyes in terror and quickly pushes Hyunjin away. “You people are insane ! Six feet away at all times, it’s a fucking simple protocol !” 

“Huh- wait what ?” You stutter. Soon enough, all of the colors on Hyunjin’s face are completely drained and a worrisome feeling suddenly runs down your spine. 

You exchange a weird look with him. “Don’t tell me that you’re a...“

“Are you also a… “ 

Felix face palms himself. “You fucking guessed it.” 

three.

The next few weeks get a little bit mayhem since you’re wrapping up the semester while being hospitalized at the same time. Meaning, you’re struggling real hard to balance the whole feud with finals and all of the medical stuff along with really boring paperwork because your body decided to fail you once again. 

No one was really able to give you company since they have to deal with their own problems too. Your parents are busy with their draining business trips while your brother - Woojin is getting his bachelor degree soon. And Minho is graduating in less than a month. Moreover, you haven’t met the pretty boy since your first and only encounter. 

Speaking of the Devil, “Fancy seeing you here.” 

You peel your eyes away from your laptop and see Hyunjin. In which, almost makes you fall right off the stool that you’ve been occupying for the last hour. You’re still procrastinating like highschool but you’re actually determined to finish your essay because if not, you won’t be able to walk away from your problems again. 

“Six feet away at all times, not six feet under the ground. So knock it off.” You deadpan, ushering him further away with a wave of your hand. If you were being completely honest, Hyunjin just took the breath right out of your lungs at the slightest glance. Time really does make people blind because you almost forgot that although he did try to flirt with you that one time, he’s also drop dead gorgeous. And that makes your heart tingles, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. 

Hyunjin makes a ‘I’mma-need-you-to-relax’ face and takes a seat on the opposite side of the table. “You still radiate big passive aggressive energy, not so good of a first impression.” 

You laugh dryly. “Speak for yourself. Talk about some shitty flirting skills.” 

“In my defense,” He raises a brow and throws you a look, one that makes you feel personally attacked. “I was genuinely trying to make friends, you sure know how lonely it is to be hospitalized all the time, don’t you ?”

You sneer at him. “Well, you picked the wrong person.” 

“How am I supposed to know that you’re also a CF-er ?! You weren’t wearing your oxygen tubes.” 

Apparently, you think that life hates you more than most of the world’s population because you weren’t just born with cystic fibrosis, you were born into it. The genetic disease gifts you with constant lung infections and gives you a hard time to breath in order to function like a normal human being. More accurately, the protein inside your body becomes dysfunctional so it loses the ability to move chloride to the cell surface. Meaning, the mucus in various organs can attract more bacteria along with germs, causing infections and inflammation. 

So naturally, minimizing contact with any kind of germs and other CF-er are your top priorities unless you want to catch their bacteria and choke to death on it instead. With that being said, you’ve just come to a realization that Hyunjin touched you the other day, skin to skin without any kind of protection like gloves. Some CF-ers have caught each other’s bacteria before by touching a doorknob, and that story scared you shitless. 

You speak up, finally. “Uhm… so.. were you okay ?” 

“If you’re asking if I got cross-infection or not, then no, I’m totally fine. None of that B. cepacia shit.” Hyunjin answers while avoiding your eyes. He quietly reaches inside his backpack and pulls out a blue binder that looks like it’s been used since elementary school because plastic never really goes away. 

You raise a curious brow when he pulls out some pieces of papers that are covered in an awfully dizzy amount of words. “What you got there, pretty boy ?” 

“Now you’re talking, I almost ended up on the ground laughing when you thought that I was nothing but a shallow fuckboy.” Hyunjin is still pissed off because not only did you despise him, you also happens to be Felix’s best friend. Totally irrelevant, but he’s also mad at Felix for not telling him about you sooner. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want the both of you to accidentally kill each other or anything but still, Hyunjin did hold your hand and nothing happened. 

You prop your head on your hand, lips cracking a smile. “But I’m interested now, no hard feelings. You really need to lighten up drama lama.” You’re just noticing this now, but it seems like he’s really similar to Felix. Point break, he’s an easy victim to pick on anytime, anywhere. Of course you’re going to take advantage of this. 

Hyunjin replies monotonously. “I need to practice my lines for the upcoming play for finals season.” He’s trying so hard not to give in and smile at you because he’s decided to play hard to get. 

“No wonder why you’re a dramatic little dipshit. How fitting.” You grin coyly at the scowl on his face. “Okay, sorry, let me tone that down. What are you guys playing ?” 

Hyunjin groans. “We’re trying to fit an entire season of ‘Once Upon a Time’ into a two-hour play. And my fucking God, Captain Hook has a shit ton of lines.” Although it does appeal as a privilege to other people that drama majors can skip through the whole ‘cramming and crying’ to pass their finals, what people don’t know is the amount of work and effort that needs to be put into a single play. It requires patience, team chemistry, diligence and lots of, lots of caffeine to have a decent performance for the whole school. 

There was this one time he pulled seven all nighters in a row just to finish ‘Peter Pan’ before the holiday hit. And for the following five days, he basically lived on his bed and fed on leftover pizza that his roommate refused to microwave. 

You offer him kindly. “Maybe I can help you practice ?” You really feel like a fucking angel with your own imaginary halo shining ever so brightly on the top of your head. “I got nothing better to do anyway, not planning on being stuck with accounting 24/7 or I’m gonna end up in an insane asylum.”

“Thought you’re already in one.” 

“Say that again and I’ll skin you alive !” 

four.

Hwang Hyunjin is fortunately blessed by whatever gods up there because you finally finished finals way before the D-day of his play. Which means you feel even more obligated to help him practice his lines. 

But in all seriousness, he technically doesn’t need you because all you do is read the other characters’ lines right off the script anyway. Unlike you, even in the hospital cafeteria with a stainless steel fork as the hook on his right hand, Hyunjin plays the character as if he’s the one and only, non-biological heir of Leo DiCaprio. 

You can see why he chose the dramatic arts because he embraces and studies closely every movement, every gesture, every inch of flesh, every drop of emotion that his character has to offer. No wonder why they let him play one of the male protagonists because you can’t imagine anyone other than him play the iconic Captain Hook. And it’s actually nice to not having him spatting some kind of witty comments at you every two minutes. 

You clap your hands together. “Act 4. Scene 1.” 

“I already told you, I’m just a blacksmith !” Hyunjin tries to whimper as quietly as possible to avoid dirty looks from other people. He’s portraying that scene where Hook basically got tied up on a tree so that the others could get him talking. 

Your eyes narrow down into a glare, mentally throwing daggers at his general direction. Meaning if Hook doesn’t spill who he really is, he’s gonna be the monster’s meal in a matter of time. “You won’t talk to us ? Maybe they’ll talk to you and snatch one of your limbs for lunch.”

“You can’t just leave me here like this !” He sudden yelps, startling you in the process. You quickly avert your attention from the script to his eyes, clearly they show nothing but desperation and mischief. As the character should have. 

“Su-Sure you’re not.” You stutter, not knowing how to express the words inside the parentheses. 

Hyunjin guides you patiently. “Say it like you’re gonna set me on fire if I dare to test you. Be aggressive, talk aggressively, act aggressively. Aggressive is your middle name now.” His voice starts to get louder and louder at the end, a thing that he accidentally adapted from Chan. He doesn’t even need megaphones to yell at someone at this point. 

You give him a curt nod before gripping the script tightly once again. If you’re gonna help him, you’ll have to make it seem like you’re not slacking off. 

“Sure you’re not.” You deadpan, cringing at your own attempt to sound intimidating. Acting was never your thing either way. You’ve only been chosen for pity roles like ‘Girl #2’ or ‘Tree #5’ for some plays back in middle school and the beginning of highschool. 

He smirks. “Good for you. You bested me. I can assure you that the number of people who have done that before can only be counted on one hand.”

Another thing, you fucking love Emma Swan because she’s practically your twin. The only thing is that you’re not even half as badass as her. Sometimes you don’t even realize that there’s a script in your hands this whole time. “I’m sorry, was that supposed to be funny ? Who are you ?”

“Kilian Jones.” Hyunjin says with a glint of fierceness flickering in his irises. His intense gaze almost makes you run straight into the restroom and scream for a good five minutes. “But most people have taken to call me by my more colorful moniker, Hook.” The rasp in his voice sends chills to the core of your bones. 

You cock a brow. “As in, Captain Hook ?”

He beams. “Ah, so you’ve heard of me.”

You pant slightly out of nervousness, gripping onto the edge of the wooden stool for fuck’s sake. “Hurry up, they’re getting closer. Unless you want to be dinner, you better start talking.” 

Hyunjin shakes his head gently. “Don’t just read out the line. Don’t become the character. Make the character yours. Make it seems like her lines are personally tailored to every single detail of your existence.” He’s mentoring you as if you’re the one who plays Emma Swan and not that one pretty girl from his class. You swear, you’re not a stalker, he literally just spilled everything about his life after very few conversations with you. 

You nod. “Hurry up, they’re getting closer. Unless you want to be dinner, you better start talking.” This time, you finally got a good grip on the character’s emotions, slowly falling into a haze. 

“Cora told me to gain your trust so that I can learn everything there is to know about your storybook.” Hyunjin singsongs, lips curling upwards. You really want to deck him in the face right now. That’s how good of an actor he is. “She didn’t want any surprises when she got over there.”

You pretend to be in disbelief, jaw dropping in the process. “She can’t go there. We already destroyed the wardrobe.” 

He chuckles this time. God you wish you can wipe that stupid smirk off his face, although everything’s just an act. “Ah, my enchantment remained. Cora gathered the ashes and she’s gonna use them to open a new portal.” He looks at you, wiggling his brows to show off his skills before continues. “Now, if you’d just kindly cut me loose—“

“Let’s go.” You say monotonously to your non-existent cast, waving your free hand as a signal for them to walk away. 

“Wait !” Hyunjin slams his fist on the table loudly. It seems like he’s getting immersed in the character again because he can’t be bothered to give two shits about the fact that everyone’s having their eyes on him. More accurately, on the two of you. “You need me alive !”

You also try to ignore all of the weird looks. “Why ?”

“Because we both want the same thing. To get back to your land.” When you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, you nod at him to continue with the script. “I initially arranged for transport with Cora, but seeing just how resourceful you are, I’ll offer you the same deal. I’ll help you as long as you promise to take me along.”

You clear your throat. “How are you going to help us ?”

Hyunjin proceeds to elaborate, slowly. “The ashes will open a portal but to get to your land, she’ll need more. There’s an enchanted compass, Cora seeks it. I’ll help you obtain it before she does.”

“So Cora won’t make it to Storybrooke and we’ll be one step closer to being home. Sounds too good to be true.” You mock him, the corners of your mouth twitching slightly. 

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

“I’ll need you to tell me one thing then.” You point the tip of your sword (knife) directly at his throat (a good three inches away) as an attempt to threaten him. “What does the infamous Captain Hook want in Storybrooke ?”

“To exact revenge on the man who took my hand. Rumplestiltskin.” Hyunjin finishes his line and claps, breaking out of character. He looks disturbed at the particular way that you’re pointing the knife at him. “And… cut ! Put the knife down, Y/N. You’re a sadist, not a murderer.” He pushes the piece of cutlery away as if it’s a ticking bomb. 

This time, it’s your turn to wiggle your brows at him. “You don’t know me. What if I’m an actual murderer who preys on the innocent at night, when everyone’s fast asleep in their cozy beds, when they’re the most vulnerable ? What if I’ve been living a double life this entire time and you’re my next target ?” Actually, scratch that. Hyunjin thinks you’re pretty fitting for the role of Regina aka the Evil Queen. 

“Admit it you moron, you’re a sucker for my acting.” He flips his imaginary long hair and you make a gagging noise. It seems like Hyunjin has adapted the habit of holding grudges from Felix because the shy pretty boy that you met a few weeks ago is nowhere to be seen. Like he has grown accustomed to you, he treats you like an old friend, just catching up on things with each other. But in reality, his confidence level just went from a 100 to Han Jisung because you’ve been feeding his ego way too much. 

“There’s room for improvement.” You shrug, trying to keep a straight face. Emphasis on the ‘trying’ part. “Bet you’d do better if that pretty girl was here.”

Hyunjin blows a few strands of loose hair out of his face. He looks really good with disheveled hair, and it’s tickling something at very bottom pit of your stomach. “Kinda wish you could play Emma. You two are literally the same person. She’s just slightly cooler because at least she doesn’t sleep with opened windows.” 

“Is this a fucking call out ?” You hold back the urge to slap him with your slippers. “My room’s on the third floor for fuck’s sake.”

“Rapists can climb.” He smiles cheekily and it makes you ponder about how many more questionable behaviors of his you'd have to deal with for the long future. “You’re definitely going, don’t leave me hanging okay ?” Hyunjin declares and slaps a ticket on the wooden surface, sliding it across the dining table. 

You blink countless times at the ticket, hesitating to grab it with your bare hands. “Take it, I’m wearing gloves anyway.” He reassures you, skimming through some of the scenes that he feels like he could do better. Hyunjin might not look like it but he’s really hard on himself. He takes every single scene, every single line seriously and you admire that about him. He even complained to you how he could have done better for the role of Diaval for ‘Maleficent’ from last month’s play. 

“So the play’s on March 20th ?” You play dumb and pretend to question him after reading the bold letters written in gold. 

Hyunjin peels his eyes away from the script and smiles, eyes forming little crescent moon shape. “Yeah, the day that I’m turning 21, kinda terrifying but since it’s adulthood, I’ll have to bear with it for the rest of my life. At least I have the right to make decisions for myself now.” 

You ask him timidly as your hand fiddle with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Uhm so, do you wanna, I don’t know, get coffee after that or something ?” 

He gives you a dirty look, hard. Clearly Hyunjin’s annoyed. “Look who wants coffee now.” 

“That’s not a ‘no’ that I heard.” 

“You’d better pay up then, I haven’t got paid yet.” 

five.

[ 8:23p.m. ]

y/n | meet me on the terrace.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Hyunjin mutters as he rushes to the dressing room, and even more loops of ‘oh my god’ run through his mind, faster than a lighting bolt. He totally forgot about you until you made eye contact with him when the cast members took a full ninety degrees bow to the audience. You were clapping, cheering on for him like an old friend. But you were smiling, so brightly that he thought you could have lit up the entire stadium on your own. 

Chan finally finishes bowing to the rest of the cast and the crew. He feels like he can only breathe properly once the play came out smoothly. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Minho slipped over his long coat during the second scene, Seungmin was struggling with the lighting and Jisung nearly threw himself over the balcony. Besides that, everything went pretty okay. Little errors are unavoidable so he’ll let everything slide, because the play that he spent months planning out, training the cast so eagerly didn’t come out as a flop. 

“Woah, mate, where are you going in such a hurry ?” He quirks a brow when Hyunjin swings the door open, hair disheveled with ‘panic’ written in bold capital letters across his forehead. 

Changbin supplies unhelpfully as he steps out from behind the black curtain. Little strips of confetti are sticking onto his sweaty hair, thanks to Jisoo who kinda went overboard with the can of hairspray. “He invited a friend to come in and watch the play, can’t leave her hanging now, can he ?” He wiggles his brows in the most obnoxious way possible, being the little pest that he is. 

“I didn’t even say that my friend’s a girl— she’s not even my friend— wait, she is but we’re not that close— what, fuck you.” Hyunjin gives up after four attempts of forming an actual sentence. As if he’s forgotten how to speak, his voice fails him once again when a witty retort lingers at the tip of his tongue. He gives in and goes behind the curtain, quickly changing out of his costume. Like okay, pirates are cool and all but their sense of fashion is pretty questionable because leather boots and salt water ? Not compatible. 

Changbin peels the confetti off his hair before singsonging. “Our Hyunjinnie got himself a date, he’s all grown up now.” 

Chan throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly. This is why he’s not planning on falling for someone soon because having a chaotic, annoying group of friends can only make things so much more difficult. “Give him a break, Bin. A boy can love whoever his heart yearns for.” Then he pauses, and continues. “Do you want to tell us something about her ?” 

Hyunjin scrunches his nose and starts singing. “Sing a yo ho, you can beg, plead and whine. But yo ho you are wasting your time.” The moment he finishes the line, he’s already changed into his normal clothing and pushed the curtain open. 

Chan and Changbin looks unimpressed. They both think that their friend should really stop quoting his own lines. Hyunjin throws Changbin the hook, then checks his own reflection in the mirror. Not too shabby, at least he didn’t forget to shave this morning. But it’s just you after all, you’d never judge him… wait no you’re highly judgmental. You once called him out for having a piece of carrot in the corner of his lips, shameless. 

“Hear me out one last time, mates. Then I’ve got a date with destiny.” Hyunjin continues to sing because he’s absolutely enjoying every moment of Changbin suffering and mentally dying on the floor. He wouldn’t even feel bad if his ears started bleeding or something, hanging out with weird people have turned him into a sadist, just like them. Tragic. 

Before Chan decides to wrestle him to the floor, Hyunjin starts moonwalking towards the door as he jumps straight to the last bits of the song. “Sing a yo ho, I’ll meet her tonight. Yo ho must be fate’s design. At last our hearts can be intertwined, can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait. God is on my side.” He’s just making up lyrics at this point nothing makes sense anymore. 

The door shuts with a small ‘click’, making him snap his mouth closed. Then I’ve got a date with destiny. Right, a date. Well, it’s technically not a date when you asked him to meet up on the terrace where there’s so much to offer. A brilliant view of the city, the ethereal moonlight which sets the atmosphere, just you and him standing face to face.. holy shit it’s a date ? 

“You’re late.” 

Hyunjin whines loudly at your cold statement and supports himself on his knees, chest heaving up and down at an abnormal space. Cystic fibrosis and ten flights of stairs are like water and oil, they don’t blend. “I was changing, do you know how hard it is to slip out of those leather combat boots ?” Upon your silence, he leans himself against the metal railings and sighs, standing a good six feet away from you. “Hey, at least I looked fly in them.” 

You automatically groan because fuck yes, he did look hot. Pirates aren’t supposed to be hot, they’re supposed to be smelly barbarians with shitty attitude. “Since when are you so cocky ?” 

Hyunjin tuts. “I’m very much aware of how good looking I am, thank you for taking your precious time to care about my tiny existence on this glorious planet.” He cocks his head sideways, narrowing his eyes at your sketchy posture. Both hands are hidden behind your back and you’re trying too hard to keep a straight face. “What are you hiding from me ?”

“Nothing.” You let out a small giggle. Clearly he’s not buying it. “Fine, close your eyes.” 

Hyunjin frowns at you but still closes his eyes nonetheless. He has enough faith in you that you won’t have the heart to knock him out cold before selling him off to some kind of mafia organization. “Y/N if you’re planning on kidnapping me, you might as well just do it—“ The words grow dead on his tongue once a small ‘pop’ occurs. What the fuck ? 

“Hey Hyunjin.” 

He flutters his eyes open at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. His hand immediately fly to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. “Oh my god, shut the fuck up !” He utters, shocked at what’s happening in front of his eyes. “You’re kidding, you’re kidding, you’ve got to be kidding me.” 

You laugh loudly at how frantic he is once you get down on one knee with a black velvet box in your hand. A silver band with his name engraved on the inside. “Hwang Hyunjin, can you fathom enough courage to walk with me through your youth even though sometimes you wish you could throw me off a cliff ? Can you bear the burden of indulging an impulsive and indecisive person like me in the long run ? Because if you can, then happy 21st birthday, you’re officially stuck with me with the label of being best friends.”

Hyunjin teases, lips curling up into a smile. “Can’t you be a little bit more romantic ?” Although he’s decently attractive, he’s still one of those guys who bury themselves in hopeless romance just because he spends way too much time on Netflix watching some random sappy show while Kkami is watching some stupid dog documentary right next to him on the couch. 

“Fine, I also got myself one. We’re matching.” You confess, showing him your band resting nicely around your index finger. “Since I just know you so well, are you happy with your present now birthday boy ?” 

You finish it off by slipping the ring onto his finger like a cherry on top of a sundae, watching in amusement at how his face is lighting up with joy. “Wow,” He manages the breath out, as light as a feather. “You’re so fucking cheesy, I hate you.” 

You laugh wholeheartedly. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. You have a whole party waiting for you to inhale. Cakes and junk food and all.”

When you stand up right again, shivers run down on your spine at the cold breeze passing by. The wind greets concrete and your skin just the same, tearing through the air and banging loudly against your eardrums. Hyunjin suddenly grabs the sides of your face, still keeping a good distance between you two. Your cheeks are instantly tinted pink at his touch. “Y/N ! Can you hear me ?!” He tries to shout over the wind but fails miserably. 

“What ??” You ask loudly, not being able to catch what he was trying to say. 

“No, you can’t hear me ??”

“What ? I can’t hear you !”

He beams at you and the strangest warm feeling bubbles up inside his stomach. “I have something to tell you !” If he’s doing this now, there’s no going back. 

“I still can’t hear you !”

Hyunjin ignores your confused expression. He slowly inhales to take a deep breath before shouting his heart out at you. “Y/N, I’ll protect you ! No matter what !”  

You can’t quite understand what he’s trying to convey to you but seeing him smiling so widely like this, you know that you could never trade him for anything else. Because no one has ever made you feel this way before, heart pounding inside your rib cage so loudly just by looking at him. You like how you can just see him, and be happy. 

He’s irreplaceable.

six.

Felix glares at the silver band wrapping around your finger, one that’s particularly matching with Hyunjin’s. “So what ? You two are dating now ?” 

“Lee Felix I swear to god, for the tenth time, it’s a just birthday present !” You cry loudly at your best friend overreaction. 

Jeongin butts in. “Yeah right, rings, matching and all. Don’t you think that’s a little bit romantic ?” You’re so fed up with these theatre kids it’s actually ridiculous, you’d rather be cursed than have them singsong into your ears everyday about how you and Hyunjin are acting somewhat sketchy. Sure, being dramatic is naturally what they do for a passion but sometimes you just can’t help it but snap at them to go and kiss a statue. 

“That’s the point of it, dipshit.” Hyunjin sips on his drink obnoxiously, reading through the final page of his reading assignment in a haze. He’s a little bit out of it from running around all day to not get yelled at by his professors for being late to every single damn lecture. “I’m desperate, I need something cute to lighten up my sad life so don’t judge me.”

Jisung suddenly pries loudly because unlike you or Hyunjin, he actually gives zero fuck about publicity and personal information. “Hyunjin and Y/N ? I ship it ! Since you both have been super single and super antisocial for so long, why not date each other ? Get married even, don’t you dare forget my invitation.” 

Needless to say, he quickly earns a smack on the head from Seungmin, hard. Hard enough to knock some logic and common sense into that little disturbing glimpse of thing that they call ‘a brain’ inside his head. “God, Han, you’re so dumb. If you want them to both choke on each other’s bacteria and die, then yeah, hit a five-star restaurant up with that reservation.” 

Sometimes Seungmin wonders why he even befriended Han Jisung in the first place. They nearly threw hands at each other back in highschool because Jisung would constantly forget his stuff inside Seungmin’s locker and Chan had to manually pull them apart later. 

“Actually..” Hyunjin fiddles with the strings of his hoodie. “I think I might have my eyes on someone.” Your heart automatically sinks at his words. Is this what betrayal feels like ? How come he’s never told you before ? Didn’t he promise that he’d never hide anything from you ? Does your friendship mean nothing to him at all ? 

You’d be lying if you said that you haven’t once thought about dating Hyunjin. But you don’t really see the point because it’s just a label over your relationship, it’s not gonna change how you treat each other. At least it’s not gonna change how you treat him. 

But in the end, you want nothing but the best for him so you’re obligated to become his dating counselor. 

Felix tuts eagerly. “Ooh, spill the tea. I’m here for it.”

“Let me guess, it’s that girl from Literature & Criticism 19B ?” Jeongin yawns lazily. Apparently he’s not digging the fact that Hyunjin doesn’t have any non-platonic interest in you. 

Hyunjin shakes his head profusely. “No ! We barely talk, it was only for a presentation from last month. And also I feel kinda awkward around her. Things never click between us.” 

Then, he proceeds to continue with dreamy eyes. “The girl that I’m talking about is so beautiful, so smart, so brave. She enjoys food like no other, like no one is watching and isn’t ashamed of the fact that she can live off donuts and Netflix for three weeks straight. She’s honest, playful but also very gentle and caring. Kinda reminds me of my mom, which is weird but whatever. Maybe people finding a sense of comfort in their partner who’s similar to their parents is a thing.” 

The look in his eyes makes your heart crack a bit. Just a teeny tiny bit. It’s that kind of look that you’ve never seen before but know too well what’s behind those brown eyes of his. The goddamn look one can only have when they’re thinking about that special someone who effortlessly makes their heart swell, who puts a smile on their face no matter what. It’s also that kind of look that you have whenever you’re thinking about Hyunjin. 

“Alright lover boy,” You crack a smile, rolling up your sleeves because things are about to go down. “You’ve just got yourself a dating counselor. A good old trusty friend who’s gonna be there if you accidentally have a mini mental breakdown on your first date.” 

“What do you know about dating ?” Felix’s more than stingy comment just stabs your sky high ego like a needle pricking the tip of a finger. 

You kick his knee from under the table, earning a low grunt in return. “I am the best in the business. Jackson Wang and Mark Tuan ? I did that.” 

Then you lace your fingers together neatly and look at Hyunjin dead in the eye. “So, what’s your ideal first date ?” 

He makes a thinking face. “I haven’t thought about that yet but maybe.. a hike ?” 

“Huh, cool.” You take a total of ten full seconds to process what he just said. 

You deadpan. “It’s a hard no. Consider the fact that she needs nothing but donuts and Netflix in her life, you’re gonna have to rage war with Satan in order to get her out of the house. Popcorn and blankets are total necessities, make them extra fuzzy too. Let’s stick a pin in that, we’ll get back to it later.” 

Felix asks, followed by a loud yawn. “Copy that, what shows is she into ?”

Hyunjin lets out a prolonged sigh. “I’m not so sure but she hates rom-coms and sappy dramas with a passion.” If you’re being completely honest, he really needs to calm down because if a girl is willing to cuddle with him, she’ll literally watch anything. And by that, you mean she will definitely pass out after the long winded introduction of the two protagonists. 

“Sounds like a gal who’d watch The Umbrella Academy.” And you totally didn’t say that just because it’s your favorite show. Because for once, Netflix actually didn’t produce something that was undeniably shitty. 

Hyunjin sounds uncertain. “I have never seen it before.” 

“But he can ?” Jeongin raises a brow.

You shake your head gently. “The show is vicious, violent and contains extremely disturbing content along with really shitty relationships between siblings. Also, the humor doesn’t suit you. Does a fifty-year-old man who’s stuck inside a thirteen-year-old boy’s body and is also someone who fell in love with a mannequin, grew up in a broken family, and became a murderer who timetravels sound enjoyable or what ?” 

Seungmin makes a face. “That can be a dealbreaker.” 

“Meet us halfway here !” Jisung clatters loudly. 

“Sorry, let me back it up a little bit.” You put your hands up in defense. “Hyunjin, it doesn’t matter if all you want to do is go out on a hike and she just wants to curl up into a ball inside her blanket. It doesn’t matter if you guys have different taste in movies. Nothing matters if she truly feels the same way for you because as long as the feeling is mutual, she’d definitely do anything to satisfy your picky ass.” 

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything. He turns his head to face the window and a grin quietly curls its way up on his lips. 

You should have seen the look on your face. 

seven.

Woojin growls at you from your laptop screen. “It’s one in the morning ! Get the fuck back to sleep !” 

He’s extra cranky today because he just finished off his final paper before graduation happens. Running on one hour of sleep per day with a cup of espresso doesn’t sound like the most ideal thing to do but fuck that, he’s not gonna throw all those years of crying over overdue projects in the trash. 

You on the other hand, are so fucking close to soil your pants because your heart is literally dangling off the edge. It’s either gonna roll backwards and land safely as if nothing has ever happened or everything’s going downhill from there. An endless pit of impending misery. And you’d hate to see yourself shedding tears while hogging a bucket of ice cream in your bed like a psychopath. So your only option is unfortunately, your hard headed, dumbass brother. 

But he’s not a complete idiot because his brotherly sixth sense is still there, and it’s never been better. “Okay, something’s up. Spill before I personally drag my ass to the hospital and beat you up to get something out of you.” 

You stutter, tripping over your own words like an absolute fool. “It’s— uhm… whatever, it’s not a secret anymore. It’s— it’s—“

“It’s Hwang Hyunjin.” Your brother reads your mind like a magician, leaving you utterly speechless. But it’s not even a surprise because apparently, everyone knows about your feelings for Hyunjin, just not Hyunjin himself. He’s unbelievably dumb even when Minho and Jisung keep on hinting at him in a not very subtle way. And that makes you wonder why you even fell for him in the first place. Even that fat cat who always takes naps on your balcony knows because you’d be smiling stupidly while FaceTime-ing Hyunjin all the time. It’s a miracle that the cat has not once given you a dirty look. 

You sigh. “Yeah, I‘m confused.”

“About what ?” Woojin huffs tiredly and blows some strands of hair out of his face. 

You blurt, panic mode is fully on. “About why I like Hwang Hyunjin so fucking much when he already had romantic interests in another girl !” 

Woojin thinks you’re being ridiculous and stubborn at the same time, which can make things that much harder for him to break it down for you. Firstly, if one is loved, then one is loved. There’s no reason needed for loving. This might sound like total bullshit, but ‘love at first sight’ is a thing, people are just too heartbroken to accept it these days. Secondly, if you really like Hyunjin all that much, you should be spilling your heart out at him, not at your brother. But whatever, Woojin is one step closer to pushing you towards confessing to your crush because he’s gifted with the ability to prevent you from doing anything dumb. 

“Then what makes you not wanting to like him ?” 

You widen your eyes. “What ?”

Woojin shakes his head gently, an exasperated sigh escapes his lips. “You can’t love all of him. This is real life, not a fucking John Legend’s song. If you don’t even know what you hate about him in the first place, you’re not gonna know why you like him relentlessly.” His words slowly sink into your mind, trains after trains of thoughts are dashing through your mind at the speed of light. Goddamn, your brother is right. 

“Gosh, I don’t know. I can’t hate him even when I want to.” Before you can pick every single strand of hair off your head, Woojin once again snaps you back into reality with a serious look on his face. He’s not messing around this time. “One, he’s a CF-er. And two, I’m not gonna be the one who walks down the aisle to have them announce our marriage. Three, he only sees me as a friend.” There’s no happy ending for people like you, especially you. The moment you found out that Hyunjin’s also a CF-er, you knew all too well that it’s over for you both. 

Your brother scrunches his nose in annoyance. He really should have signed you up for a dating counseling session. “You don’t know what the future holds. It could be better, it could be worse. Or nothing would change at all. Whatever happens, humans still yearn for the happy ending of their own imagination. Because after all, we were the one who pushed ourselves towards dead ends.” 

“What’s so wrong with loving someone ?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with loving someone, but how we love them.” 

Again, Woojin’s right. Every minute, every second, every moment with Hyunjin always leaves you completely stripped and vulnerable. All of your concerns, insecurities, and strength are revealed unintentionally. And the walls that you’ve spent years building ? Mercilessly destroyed. Someday, you’ll either look back on it and smile or you’ll realize that once you’ve fallen, there’s no turning back. You just can’t control who you’ll fall for. 

Being in love with Hyunjin is another reason why you believe that life hates you to the very core of your bones. It’s like the whole universe is playing with your mind, because all it takes is to make Hyunjin exists at the same time as you do. That alone is enough to mess up your entire existence. 

You cover your face with your blanket, voice muffled beneath the soft fabric. “What’s your point then ?”

“My point,” Woojin sits straight up from his bed and yawns in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible. “is that you can still fall for Hyunjin even when he’s a CF-er, even when he likes someone else. Hyunjin is still Hyunjin. Cystic fibrosis or none, he’s still just Hyunjin. And you love him for who he is. Don’t ever forget that. And don’t get mad when things don’t work out because loving is hard, loving is painful. You just try your best not to get hurt. Every scar has a story and it represents how you’ve grown throughout time. So it doesn’t matter if you accidentally trip and make a fool of yourself. You simply like Hwang Hyunjin, and I’m not going against that.”

You unknowingly smile. The perks of having an older brother always come at the most unexpected time. You suddenly feel bad for all of those kids who grew up without siblings. 

“So are you telling me not to be all sad and miserable ?”

Woojin nods absentmindedly. “Precisely. One day you might be strong enough to smile as you watch him intertwining his fingers with another woman’s. Give them your blessings, countless words will never be enough. What they want is your genuine honesty, how you’re truly happy for them. After that, take a different turn, or just move on as it is in silence. But do not let the memories that you made with him become meaningless because trust me, that hits harder. And that’s how you can love someone without being petty about it for the rest of your life.” 

You say. “I think I can hold back my tears when Hyunjin’s getting married now.”

“But he needs to know first.” Woojin interrupts you abruptly. 

You break out of your trance and ask. “Knows what ?”

“About your stupid feelings for him !” Woojin is quick enough to hold back the scream stuck inside his throat because if not, Chan’s gonna grill his ass so hard for making questionable noises in the middle of the night while his roommate is stressing over a song that’s yet to be complete. The double life between a college student and a SoundCloud rapper isn’t as hot as people tend to think. It just consists of a whole lot of cramming homework while trying to come up with a new batch of lyrics every two weeks. 

“He deserves to know that. The sooner the better.”

Conveniently, your phone buzzes on your night stand. 

[ 1:17a.m. ] 

hyunjin | I’m gonna do it. 

hyunjin | I’ll confess to her.

hyunjin | this is so terrifying what do I do ?

eight.

“Y/N wait up, you still have to take your medication !” Mark yells after your panicked figure dashing through the hallway while he’s pushing a cart with an awful amount of medicines piled up. 

You shout back at him abruptly. “I’ll be back in an hour ! Don’t tell Jackson about this !” Whatever, you hate being on a drug trials anyway. Having multiple pills shoved down your throat each and everyday makes you sick to the core. It seems like you’re only getting closer to being buried six feet under the ground. But that’s not the point. 

Point is, if you’re going to die sooner or later, there’s no way in hell you’d let your life end before you tell Hyunjin how you truly feel about him. 

“Hyunjin, where exactly are you going ?” You manage to talk in between short breaths while having him on the other line. 

He replies bluntly, uneven breathing and quick footsteps can be heard. “You know how everyone has their own youth, right ?” You keep running despite the fact that what he said just makes no sense. What on Earth is he planning on doing ? 

“I also have a youth of my own.” He pauses for a while. “But it seems like… my youth is one to be forever reserved.”

You shake your head furiously, confused at what he’s trying to convey. “Hyunjin, I don’t get it. One moment you’re talking about how you’ll confess to the love of your life and now you’re telling me this ? Did something happen ?” 

Hyunjin ignores your question and continues. “My parents would always urge each other to work harder, to make more money so that I can have a lung transplant and prolong my life day after day. But it’ll cost us five hundred thousand dollars, eight hundred even. So I was more than happy to tell them that I’m ready to stop walking on this beautiful flower path anytime. Then, I saw the heartbroken look in my mom’s eyes. That look, it’s— it’s haunting, and hurt me profoundingly.”

His breath hitches, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Knowing that he’s in such a vulnerable state but there’s nothing you can do about it hits so hard that you hate yourself. “There was a man who came up and met me in my hospital room one day, told me that he saw every single play that I’ve participated in. He wanted to sponsor me, to let me fully enjoy my own youth, to give me the money to fly to the States, to get a lung transplant, and lead me to stardom afterwards.”

“But..” He suddenly chuckles. “I have no desire to receive his generosity. Not even one bit. Now, before you start yelling at me, hear me out. I know that I’m selfish, I know that I’m being stubborn but the life that he’s talking about. That’s not the life that I’ve always dreamt of. The life that I wanted, is one where all of my family and friends, are eternally safe, and happy. That’s it, it’s as simple as that. Hence, I’m willing to give that chance to someone else. Someone who’s very special and close to my heart.” 

Hyunjin lets out a muffled sob on the other line and you’ve never felt so helpless before. You just wish you could run to him, tell him that everything’s gonna be okay, and touch him. You don’t know how someone who’s so close can be so far away at the same time. 

“Because.. well, because cystic fibrosis isn’t just leading me on a path that’s one step closer to death, but it’s also threatening the happiness of the girl I’ve unfortunately fallen for. Unfortunately, that is. She’s always been the biggest ‘what if’ because there were nights where insomnia would creep up on my spine, it was impossible to shut my eyes with her on my conscience. Because why me ? Why me ? I just need a little bit more time, just a little so that I can see her smile, so that I can hold her close, so that I can finally tell her how I really feel.” 

“Time is a currency that you can only use, not make. And I’m already running low. Obviously, I can care less even if I die tomorrow. But as long as I’m alive, let me live as merrily as possible, as happily as possible, and to be able to see my loved ones as long as possible.”

Just then, it feels like the whole world just stops spinning when all you can hear is the sound of your shoes tapping against the ground, and him sobbing like a distressed child, raw deep down from the inside. You didn’t realize that you’re crying uncontrollably until salty drops of tears trickle down on your cheeks and drench the collar of your shirt. They blur your vision but you keep on running because Hyunjin needs you, he needs you now. 

The icy grey sky is like a piece of fabric draped over the whole town. Dark clouds snuggle closer to each other as they hold in the heavy rain in their delicate forms. All of a sudden, rain pours over you with a roar, thunders grumble vigorously in the distance. The coldness of its touch pierces right through your skin and chills run down your spine beneath your clothes that are now soaking wet. Your footsteps never once falter and continue to move on down the slippery path. 

“To love you as long as possible.” Hyunjin breathes out, as light as a feather. “Y/N, I hate to break it to you but I no longer want to be friends with you. Because I already love you too much to accept the label of being best friends.” He says with such determination and huffs. “With that being said, I’ll now consider the ring on my finger as a proposal. And to answer your question on my birthday, yes, I would love to walk with you on this path with the remaining time. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, to care for you, to be someone that you can lean on. So what do you say ? Are you ready to take my hand and my hand only ?”

“Yes, I am.” You stop once you’re right in front of the café that Jisung used to work in, where many unforgettable memories were made throughout time. And on the opposite side of the road, is Hyunjin. Your knees grow weak at the sight of him. Damp hair, teary eyes with a smile on his face. He’s absolutely ethereal and it’ll only take you a few more steps to get to him. “Hyunjin !” You wave at him, the balls of your feet automatically send you running towards his direction. 

You feel like you’re hazing because everything’s all too good to be true. How he’s looking at you lovingly, how you’re yearning for his touch, how you’re so close to have him in your arms. Sadly, the sound of rubber tyres hissing against the concrete floor snaps you back to reality. Before you can even process anything, there are two lights ahead blinding your eyes. With a jolt, you realize that those lights belong to a car. 

You didn’t know how it happened but the next thing you know is the feeling of the entire weight of your body is pinning you to the ground. Every single limb, every part, every organ inside your body feels like they are being crumbled like a piece of paper. Pain, there’s so much pain. The metallic taste of blood is soaking through your teeth, leaving you in that weird grey area between being awake and being unconscious. You can feel your flesh being torn open, your bones cracking, your lungs caving in for cramped air in silence. Silence, that scares you more than the blow itself. It feels like an eternity, just lying there, completely paralyzed as you wait for Death to arrive. 

It seems as if the agonizing pain is the only thing that's keeping you alive. 

“Y/N ! Y/N !” Hyunjin calls out to you helplessly as he cups the sides of your cheeks. Seconds later, you can feel his mouth against yours, giving you the amount of air that your lungs has been dying to have. “Y/N, stay with me, stay with me.” He mumbles against your ear before wrapping your arms around his neck to carry you on his back. Hyunjin is chasing time through the night, through the hellish downpour to not waste a single minute, a single second to keep you safe. Because he’s just so sick, so fucking sick of life for taking everything away from him. He’s not gonna lose you, not like this. 

“Hyunjin,” You whisper weakly.

He shakes his head. “Don’t fucking die on me or I’m never gonna be able to forgive you.” 

“Hyunjin, I’m kinda sleepy.” You laugh, tasting the coopery blood inside your mouth. “I’ll just take a nap, just for a while, okay ?” Hyunjin doesn’t say anything, you can’t tell whether he’s just being stubborn or he can’t hear you with the heavy rain down pouring onto him. But that doesn’t matter anymore because you’re far too exhausted to start arguing with him. Naturally, you’re going to allow yourself to black out either way. 

nine.

Weeks later, you’re standing on the rooftop by yourself to run away from the stuffy air of the hospital, those floors and walls that all have an undertone of bleach. They suffocate you, everything does. 

You watch the sunset at horizon, enjoying the majestic sight in front of you as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever witness. Rich hues of red, yellow, orange blend into one another gracefully, dancing in between the pink fluffy puffs of clouds. Your spirit soars into the distance as you inhale deeply, feeling refreshed after a long day. It does feel nice to not have all sorts of machines attached to your body like ropes that are tying you down into a single place and trapping you inside a tiny box. 

Everyday, you’d sneak out of your room to come up here, and meet him again. 

“Y/N,” You close your eyes, smiling at the sound of his voice echoing inside your ears. “By the time that you’re listening to this audio, I would probably, you know, be gone.” 

A single tear silently roll down on your cheek. “But I’ll tell you what. I’m not scared of dying, because having the persistent information that I’m always one step closer to hell than everyone else has accidentally made me numb. I am terribly afraid of one thing though.” Hyunjin clears his throat. “I don’t want to be separated from my friends, my family, and from you. Moreover, I don’t want to see the people whom I love so devotedly suffer just because of me. I know what you’re doing, wipe those tears off your face right now. Chin up, and smile. Or you’ll end up complaining about your face getting puffy again.”  

You laugh at his words, and attempt to wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. “Once I’m no longer walking on this flower path with you, that means a new chapter is ready to be open. I cannot thank you enough for bumping into me that day. And thank you for agreeing to practice my lines with me. I could have never played Captain Hook if it weren’t for you. And thank you, for the ring, it’s the most precious thing I've ever had on my hand. But I’ve figured… you deserve a new life. I know that five years doesn’t sound like much but maybe in those five years, things might change and there will finally be a cure for cystic fibrosis.”

“You might think, how could you possibly move on without me ? Well, think of me as a dandelion. Oddly charming, with a short life span. But I’ll never really go away because at the end of its life, a dandelion’s pistil will give birth to countless of seeds. Those seeds will be carried away by the wind and continue to grow, to breed, to multiply themselves for so many more purposes.” 

Hyunjin suddenly starts crying quietly, you can hear how he’s trying to muffle his sobs and it makes your heart shatter into a million pieces. There’s absolutely nothing that you can do. “I’m very content with the life current that I have, or had. At least I’ll die knowing that I have no regrets.” He chuckles. “But there’s still something that I need to tell you, just in case. Not to be pessimistic, but just in case.”

“Y/N, I love you, more than anything in the whole wide world. It’s so frustrating because there were times where I wish I could just have you in my arms, to feel your warmth, to kiss you, to touch you. I don’t care about labels because that wouldn’t change my feelings for you. I’d still love you foolishly because I care too much. Too much that it hurts. I want to spend the little amount of remaining time with you. I even don’t know if you’re the one but I need you in my life. You and only you.” 

His voice cracks. “...just don’t miss me too much, okay ?” 

You can swear that it’s not hazing but if you look far enough, Hyunjin is still there, waving at you with a smile on his face. 

Approximately six feet away.