#chanhee fic

[slytherinshua]

A BIT TIPSY

genre. fluff. warnings. chanhee is very drunk. they're engaged. kissing. not proofread. pairing. fiancé!chanhee x fem!reader. wc. 796. request. for @heavenfilm who started this all 😞 a/n. inspired on this boylog where chanhee got very drunk and was just so cute :( ofc i had to feed into the delusions.

“You’re so red, baby. How much did you drink?” You met eyes with your fiancé who stood in the doorway, clad in his pyjamas. His face was flushed bright pink and his eyes drooped down, threatening to close at any time. You had heard the drunken chatter of the boys in the kitchen, taking shots of soju and eating shrimp together. Chanhee had gotten the most drunk by far. You could easily tell by his voice leading the conversation, mostly consisting of nonsensical sentences leaving his mouth while Changmin, Eric and Juyeon tried to follow along. He was a handful when drunk.

“Just a tiny bit.” Chanhee giggled, stumbling forward until he reached the bed. He landed messily, his head falling right in your lap. He didn’t bother trying to sit up, deciding that how he landed was entirely on purpose and your lap was far too comfortable to leave in any case.

“Looks like it was a lot more than a tiny bit.” You pointed out.

“Fine. But I’m not drunk!” He insisted, raising his head to meet your eyes as if it would prove his point.

“Sure you’re not.” You teased, brushing some of his black hair to the side, revealing his pink forehead. 

“You don’t believe me.” He frowned. He could still read you so easily even when drunk. He wasn’t going to be fooled by you playing along to his declaration. 

“You need sleep, Chanhee, love.” You knew he wouldn’t listen to you immediately. But from how inebriated he was, you were sure he was going to crash soon. 

Just as expected, he shook his head immediately, “I’m not tired.” You scoffed at his slurred words. He had been doing MV shoots for the last 3 days and was out shopping all day in Jeju. He texted you how exhausted he was hours ago. Anyone would be able to see the blatant lie.

Chanhee really did need sleep, even if he said he didn’t. If he was going to ignore your first suggestion, you would have to switch to other means. Bribery usually worked with him, drunk or sober.

“If I give you a kiss will you go to sleep?” You asked, smiling when his eyebrows furrowed at your question. He lifted his head from your lap, glancing up at you to make sure you were serious about your suggestion before sitting up fully.

“A real kiss? You won’t trick me with just a peck, right?” He pouted, and you laughed. How could he look so cute? Face all flushed, a sulky expression adorning it, and messy hair completing the look.

“I won’t.”

“Promise? Pinky promise?!” He was trying to sound as serious as possible, but given the way his words slurred together, he just sounded like he was running on 1 working brain cell. Which was probably the case.

“Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky to him, letting him link it with his and stamp your thumbs.

“If you break your promise, I’m getting a divorce.” He warned you, “Cheating your husband out of kisses is the worst offence.” He whispered the last part as he neared your lips. 

You wanted to remind him that you weren’t actually married yet, and so it was impossible for him to divorce you if you broke the promise, but his lips stopped you from getting any other words out. The taste of soju lingered on his lips, but you were going to keep your word. You let him kiss you as long as he wanted to, soon getting used to the scent and taste of alcohol that was left from his lips. When he finally broke off the kiss, he seemed extremely satisfied that you had kept your promise.

“I knew my wife wouldn’t be cheap. Now we can stay married forever!” He said excitedly. You nodded along to his words with an endeared smile on your face. It warmed your heart to hear him address you as his wife, even if you hadn’t made it official quite yet.

“You’re gonna keep up your end of the deal too, right?” You reminded Chanhee, giggling when his smile slowly turned into a pout again.

“Fine, only because I love you.” He settled down without any further protest, though he did insist that it was his turn to be the little spoon. You expected he would fall asleep quickly, but you underestimated just how quickly. He was out almost as soon as he closed his eyes. 

You hugged him tightly and listened to his steady breathing. It relaxed you to a state of drowsiness as well. You were left to think about his drunken words again in your head, butterflies tingling in your stomach when you remembered how the word “wife” sounded from his mouth. 

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[ericsprincess]

take your time and turn off the lights

nc-17, Choi Chanhee/Reader, drunk sex, sexual exploration, fingering

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Your best friend wants some education. 

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“Can you please get a move on finally? I’m gonna pee myself,” whines Chanhee, leaning on the wall outside of your apartment, while you’re bent over in front of the door. You’re squeezing the key between your fingers, if only the keyhole stopped dodging. Chanhee is being of no help, well, except the fact that he’s holding your bag and heels in one hand, his bedazzled Hello Kitty vape in the other and has a dumb remark on everything. 

You’re both drunk, coming home from your monthly besties night out. It is a years long tradition for you and your best friend - on the first Friday of every month, you both doll up at your place, while sharing a bottle of wine, trying out outfits and putting on makeup. Then you hit up a club, both with no money on you - the objective is to just dance, have fun and let men pay for your drinks. But neither one of you intends to pick up a man to go home with - you can do that any other time, but this is an evening just for the two of you. So you stick together and leave the club together when you’re tired, crashing at either of your places for a sleepover. 

Today, you picked a club that’s closer to your place, that’s why you’re currently fighting with the lock on your apartment door. You had a really good night, you danced your shoes off, both with Chanhee and various hot men that caught your attention. Chanhee did the same, and judging by how drunk you both are, you both got plenty of attention (and free drinks) tonight. Maybe even a bit too much - at some point, Chanhee suddenly stopped dancing and dragged you off the dance floor to one of the sofas scattered around it and pulled you to chill down on it. As you were catching your breath from the dancing, you looked up at Chanhee with a question in your eyes. 

“There was a guy, I didn’t like how he was looking at you,” he explained. Ohhh. Makes sense. You haven’t noticed anyone, so you were glad Chanhee was looking out for you. 

“Wanna make out to make him jealous?” asked Chanhee and you nodded, giggling, since you are always up for mischief like that. Chanhee smiled at you, you closed your eyes and seconds later you were tasting sweet cocktails on his tongue. You spent a lot of time just making out, enjoying the alcohol buzz, loud music and the warmth of another body. 

Now you’ve finally managed to open the door to your apartment, almost falling over when the lock unexpectedly clicked. You throw your jacket on the hanger, while Chanhee yells “Dibs on the bathroom!” and immediately runs there. You snort and go to the kitchen to make both of you a cup of tea to sober up a bit. 

You bring the cups to your room, while you hear the shower running. Chanhee has been to your place a million times, so he’s here like at home and doesnt need to be treated as a guest. You start taking off your clothes, preparing for your own shower, while sipping on the tea. You take off your makeup and just at the time you hear the shower being turned off. 

“I left you some hot water, because I’m that nice,” Chanhee walks out of your bathroom in your fluffiest bathrobe (that’s actually yours, not for guests), drying his hair with a towel. “Also I used your shampoo and it’s really good, so if you are missing the bottle tomorrow, don’t ask me about it.”

He looks up at you and stops in his tracks. “Oh, you’re already undressed.” He looks you up and down. “Nice lingerie. Did you plan to pull? You should have told me,” he asks, but his tone is strange.

“No, I just felt like dressing up,” you reply and hand him his cup. “Here is your tea.”  

“Thank you. Do you want to watch something or are we just going to sleep?” he asks.

You take a second to consider the options. You are ok with watching something, but you’re so tired from dancing and alcohol, you will probably drop 5 minutes into the movie. It’s been a long evening. 

“Up to you. But I am probably falling asleep very soon,” you laugh. 

You leave him in your room and go take a shower. The hot water falling over you is soothing and it makes you want to sleep even more. You quickly wash and dry yourself so you can run to bed. 

When you enter your room, Chanhee is already laying in your bed under the covers, scrolling on his phone. You drop your towel, looking for some panties and pyjamas. You’re never shy around your best friend and it’s not the first time you’re naked around him, so you don’t pay it any attention. He’s focused on his phone anyways. 

Finally, you find some clothes and get into the bed, poking Chanhee to budge so you can fit next to him, warm and cozy under the covers. You lie down and you feel so comfortable - alcohol buzz pleasantly ebbing off, you’re freshly showered and finally in your bed, even next to another warm body, which always makes you sleep better. 

Chanhee puts down his phone on the nightstand, turns to your side, huddles close and hugs you from behind. A bit unusual since he’s not big on cuddling, but you’re not complaining - you would not refuse any additional comfort now. 

“Hmmm..you still drunk?” you mumble into his arm. 

“Not as much..you?” he asks. 

“Less, too… But I’m really sleepy,” you reply, accompanied by a yawn. You fidget a bit to burrow deeper into his arms.

“We had a nice evening, didn’t we?” Chanhee asks, silently. His free hand, the one you’re not lying on with your head, is laid on your waist, petting you gently. He moves it to lightly rub over your belly. 

“Hmm..yeah,” you’re not even thinking much over the reply. You really did, as always. It’s not even a question. 

“You looked really pretty today,” he continues. “Actually, you always look really pretty. It made me realize a lot of things, lately..”

“Like what?” you mumble, already half-asleep. 

Chanhee hesitates. He slowly moves his hand up under your pyjamas, over your naked breasts.

That wakes you up. 

“Chanhee?” you ask, confused. You can feel his quickening breath. 

“Can I?” he asks, without any explanation. And maybe that’s okay - maybe you don’t need one. Maybe the explanation would not change your answer anyways. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out, almost shivering in anticipation. You’re not quite sure what you’re agreeing to, but it’s your best friend and you know you can trust him with anything. If he wants to explore your body, he’s welcome to do so. 

Chanhee slowly rubs his hand over your tits, feeling up your hardening nipples with his fingers. He squeezes one of your breasts, then the other and goes back to playing with your nipples, until they are fully hard. He pinches one and it makes you wiggle, since you’re too sensitive, and you put a hand over his to let him know. He understands immediately and lets it go, circling his finger around it in apology. 

Letting your breasts go, Chanhee moves his hand higher, running the tips of his fingers along your collarbones. He leans his head a bit forwards and kisses your neck. You sigh in content. 

You’re starting to get aroused from the touching, feelings emphasized by the alcohol. Everything feels hot, Chanhee’s body behind you, his hand on your body, even his breath on your neck and you don’t have enough self-control to fight it. 

And it seems you’re not alone in this. You shift a little and that makes you bump into his hard cock with your ass so you push against it a bit and he gets the hint and moves closer. He’s not humping you, but you still like feeling his hard cock press against you insistently.

And you also really like to know that he likes it, that just touching your body makes him this hard.

Chanhee, however, ignores his erection and focuses on kissing and sucking hickeys onto your neck, while moving his hand under your pyjamas, touching, groping where he can reach and you’re getting so wet from it, you’re slowly losing your mind. You’re breathing heavily and you’re holding onto his other hand that’s embracing you. 

It’s almost torture, but you’re not going to ask him for anything. You want him to go at his own pace and if that means he might not want to do more than what he is doing right now, then you’re okay with that. Even though your panties are completely soaked. 

Thankfully, you’re in luck tonight. Chanhee’s hand moves downwards, brushing past your belly. His fingers stop at the waistband of your pyjama pants. 

“Can I?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe out impatiently. “Please, touch me..”

“But,” he hesitates. “Y/N… I-I’ve never… I don’t know if it will be any good...”

“It doesn’t matter,” you put your hand over his and push it under your pants and panties. “I’ll help you, if you need it.” you reassure him. 

Just the warmth and touch of his hand over your pussy is heavenly. He slowly feels around, pushing two fingers between the lips and finding out how wet you are. Maybe you are imagining it, but you would swear his breath hitches. 

He slowly rubs up and down, spreading your slick all over your pussy, making his fingers glide over your skin easily. He quickly finds your clit and gently rubs it, and it feels so good you whine at him to not stop. You’re even moving your hips a little to make it easier for him. 

He’s being gentle but firm, rubbing your clit in steady tempo, nothing quick and brutish like other men use to. Your orgasm is slowly building up and you know if he continues, you could come like this. 

Inexperienced? Maybe, but definitely attentive. 

But before you can actually get too close to coming, Chanhee has other plans. He shifts his hand further, touching around your hole, fingers right at the opening. 

“Please,” he breathes out into your neck, where his face is still firmly put, no doubt all red and aroused himself. 

You just hum in agreement, too out of it to speak, and he pushes two fingers in and whines. You realize that now his hips are really moving against yours, rubbing his cock on your ass as he’s trying to get at least some relief. 

He pulls them out and pushes back in and repeats it few more times, trying to fuck you like that, but the angle is not great in this position and he seems to realize that too. He can’t go too deep nor too fast like that. He lets the idea go and pulls them out definitely to get back to rubbing your clit and you’re almost thanking him. 

And now that he’s getting the hang of things, you can tell he’s not playing anymore. He’s rubbing your clit with perfect pressure and good tempo, clearly with the sole aim to get you off. 

You’re moving with him, barely realizing it, just giving into the feeling. You’re starting to whimper and moan as you’re getting closer and he quickens the tempo, not wavering even though his hand must be starting to hurt at this point. 

When you finally come it hits you like a truck, you’re almost spasming and he has to hold you firmly against himself as he keeps rubbing you. He slows down only when he sees your orgasm is finally ending, not wanting to overstimulate you. 

You blink, suddenly getting hit by reality. You would have never expected tonight ending this way, getting fingered and gotten off by your best friend, you think while catching your breath. 

But it’s not like you’re complaining, not in the least.

You put your hand behind yourself, on his hard cock leaking through the pyjamas, but he stops you. 

“Not now,” he says. 

“Tomorrow, if you still want to. When we’re sober.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn back so he can spoon you again. Now it’s a bit awkward, since neither knows what to say and you can feel his boner pressing against your ass. But at least, your tiredness is finally overcoming you, especially after having an orgasm. You yawn again. 

 “Let’s go to sleep?” 

“Okay…Good night Y/N,” he burrows his nose into your hair and holds you tight.

“Good night, Chanhee,” you close your eyes.

A minute passes in silence. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. 

And then you sleep. 

[cloverdaisies]

# UR SUCH AN EMO! ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

— choi chanhee x gn!reader

₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.

₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+

₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.

The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.

You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.

“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”

“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.

Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.

However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.

He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.

Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?

“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."

The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.

“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.

The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.

“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.

“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.

“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.

“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.

“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”

“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.

“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.

The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.

Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.

“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”

You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.

“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.

“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”

“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.

“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.

Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.

“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.

“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”

“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.

“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.

“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.

“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.

You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.

“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”

You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.

“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.

“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.

“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.

“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.

“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”

“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.

“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.

You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.

“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.

“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.

“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.

“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”

“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.

“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.

“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.

“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”

“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.

“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”

Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.

The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.

“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.

“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”

All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.

“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.

Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.

Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:

“Ur Such An Emo!”

“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.

“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.

“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.

“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.

“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.

Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.

“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”

“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.

“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.

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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”

Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”

“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.

“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.

You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.

“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.

“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.

“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.

“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.

“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don’t really know why I did it.”

“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.

“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”

“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:

y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo

Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

So Much More

Summary: Choi Chanhee and everything you thought you knew about him: he was so much more. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Friends to Lovers au 

Word Count: 2,202

Chanhee (New) X Reader

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There were a lot of things you thought you knew about Choi Chanhee. And something you thought you knew was that he hated affection. He’d always avoid it, giving everyone a side eye as he did. So why was he wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a back hug? And why did you find yourself sinking into his hold? Why were you cherishing something as small as this? And why did you want more? You hope he can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder, just resting on you. You were sure you’d fall in love with him if he kept this up. But the worst part was, you were already in love with him. You just weren’t sure when it all started. 

Maybe it all started when he laughed at a joke you told him. Or when you confided in him how all your last relationships went wrong, he put his hand over yours and assured you that not all relationships were bound for ruin. But none of those reasons ever felt right. Maybe you had loved him since the moment you met him. You just never had the right words to express it. You relax further into his hold that he still hasn’t released you from. And you can’t find it in yourself to tell him to let go because you wanted the opposite. You always wanted more. When it came to Choi Chanhee, you wanted him desperately and all the time. You were in love with him like a sick puppy.

It was odd. You never felt this way about anyone before. You’ve been in relationships before. But none where you wanted to be wrapped up in the person endlessly. Where you felt like you couldn’t get enough of them, as if your world was spinning around them. As you think about how you like the odd feeling, he starts to let go, “Sorry, I just thought you looked sad, so…” You turn back to him, “No, it was fine. I didn’t mind.” There were so many things about Choi Chanhee that you didn’t know that you wanted to learn. You wanted to know more than just his favorite color and skincare routine. You wanted to know how he liked his coffee in the morning and how it felt to hold his hand. But those were words you couldn’t express, at least to him. He nods at you and moves to go over to your shared friends. 

They’re wolf-whistling for some reason, and you roll your eyes at them. They were always dramatic, but you bet part of the reason was that they knew about your feelings for Choi Chanhee. You sigh to yourself as you reminisce about his hold. You were supposed to be having fun at this party, and instead, here you were thinking about your feelings for him, making you look sad. But you’d look sad every moment if it meant he’d hold you again. But that’s not how he works and that was a one-time deal. At least, that’s how you think he works. Your friends start waving you over, and you shake your head as you head over to them. They’re beginning their drinking games, and you can’t help but laugh as you partake in them. 

Drunken Chanhee is a rare occasion to see. Mostly because the eleven of you would try to prevent him from getting drunk; he would be way too silly. And here he is all loose, hanging onto Changmin and you, trying to get his grip on reality. You laugh at him, and he pouts, “Why are you laughing at me, baby?” He’s never called you baby. And it nearly has you sobering up as you gulp. Why was he calling you as such? And what could you do to get him to call you that name more? You shrug, “Cause you’re silly, Chanhee.” And he shoves his head into your bicep, “No, I’m not…” You grin there’s your Chanhee, well kind of. “Yes, you are… Min, you wanna help me help him to his room?” Changmin nods, and Chanhee swats at him, “No… I only want (Y/n) helping me.” You both raise your eyebrows at him. And Changmin shrugs as he gestures for you to take Chanhee. You do, and you help him to his room. 

He truly mystified you. You didn’t know what to do. You never knew what he was going to do next. You always thought you had him figured out, but as he nuzzles his head into your arm, wrapping around you tighter. He leaves you further and further confused, but you can’t get enough of it. You chaste yourself, reminding yourself over and over that this is just drunken Chanhee behavior. He’s just looser with his affection, that’s all. But maybe he finally felt free to show all his affection with lower inhibitions. You shake your head at that thought as you lead him to his room. You unlock his door, and he holds you tighter, “You won’t leave, right?” You blink at him; this has got to be some kind of a sick joke. Why is he all over you tonight?

You shrug, trying to stay unaffected, “I guess not?” He looks deeply into your eyes and asks, “You promise?” You nod as you promise him, and he giggles, kissing your cheek, “Good.” You must be redder than a fire hydrant now. You can’t believe the turn of events. Everything you thought you knew about him was crumbling. You pinch yourself. Maybe you’re the one who had too much alcohol. You lead him to bed and help him under the blankets. As you sit down in his desk chair, he whines. And you have to be insane at this point. There was no way he just whined. “(N/n)!” You blink at him, and he’s pouting. Oh yeah, this has got to be a dream. You wipe your eyes harshly with your hands, trying to get your mind straight, and when you open them again, you see he’s still pouting, “Are you not going to join me?” You look at him like he has three heads. And he pats the bed next to him, “Come on… I’m lonely.” Yeah, this has to be someone else. There is no way this is Choi Chanhee. He whines again, and you decide, if this isn’t Choi Chanhee, that you’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow. Because if you’re receiving his affection and a sweetened version of him. You were taking the risks. 

You scramble up from the chair, and he lifts the blanket beside him. And he grins as he wraps his arms around you, “Was that so hard?” Oh, someone must have spiked the punch; this is insane. But you easily accept his affection and let him snuggle into you. You sigh as he finally closes his eyes. And you whisper, “What happened to my Choi Chanhee… Why are you acting so affectionately, huh?” You run your fingers through his curls, and he giggles, “You weren’t getting my hints before…” Your eyebrows raise at that, “Huh?” And he opens his eyes, locking them on yours, “I like you… I like you a lot.” You blink at him, “How much did I drink?” He doesn’t reply to that; rather, he tells you, “I mean it…” You pinch yourself again and find this isn’t a dream. “Oh… You do?” And he sighs, “Have for a while…” You whisper, “I’ve liked you for a while too.” And he cheekily replies, “I know.” And with that, he curls into you, nuzzling his head into your chest to fall asleep. You’re positive that tomorrow, when you wake up, this will all be a dream, and Choi Chanhee will return to his usual self. 

You wake up and find Chanhee still wrapped around you. And you’re starting to think pinches aren’t working, and you need to smack yourself awake from this dreamland. When you see he’s blinking his eyes awake, you ask, “How… How much do you remember from last night?” He looks at you softly, “Everything.” You look at him in question, and he holds your hand in his own. “I told you I liked you, and you told me you liked me too.” You better wake up from this dream soon. There’s no way this is your Choi Chanhee. He must be a changeling or something. When you look at him like he’s lost his mind, he asks, “Did you not mean it?” He pouts, and you shake your head, “No… I meant it. But I just? You’re… I don’t know… You’re being so affectionate with me... And I? I don’t know how to process this.” He laughs, “I knew you weren’t getting my signs before, so…” “You decided to be affectionate?” He nods, and you sigh, “You didn’t have to change yourself for me…” He shakes his head, “No, I’m affectionate… Just subtly, and I save almost all my affection for you.” You blink at him, “But why?” He laughs, “I think I already told you the answer.” You hum as you smile, “I’d like to hear it again.” He giggles and kisses your forehead, “I like you. That’s why I wanted you in my bed. That’s why I held you. That’s why I only wanted you last night.” You hide your face in his chest as he talks, just taking it all in. This wasn’t the Choi Chanhee you knew because, you had him all figured wrong. And before today, he was your friend and only your friend. And now you mumble into his chest, “Does this mean we’re dating?” He giggles, “I hope so.” You look up and see him smiling, and he runs his fingers through your hair. And you whisper, “Okay.” 

How wrong you were to think he hated affection. Choi Chanhee, in love, was more than affectionate. He was subtle before with his little touches and sweet words. And now, knowing that hugs and kisses made you a blushing mess. He was keen on surprising you with them, your reactions leaving him in fits of giggles every time he did. Sure, he wasn’t that affectionate in front of others, but everyone knew you were together just by a passing glance. It wasn't just because of your matching outfits either, but it was how you looked at each other as if you were each other’s whole world. Choi Chanhee in love is everything you dreamed of and more. You learned everything you wanted to and more. He was everything you ever fell for and ten times more. You loved him like a sick puppy. And he loved you like a cat seeking out his favorite human, always wanting to be a part of your world. 

You could both be doing something separate, but suddenly, he was there wanting you and only you. He’d invade your space until your attention was only on him, wanting to talk about everything and nothing with you. And you couldn’t get enough of his arms around you. As much as your affection was changing for him, his was changing for yours. You became more accustomed to quality time and finding happiness in the time you spent together in conversation or silence. Like sharing a cup of joe together in the morning or a pizza in the evening, everything was together and comfortable. And he grew to love you curled up into his side, finding comfort in all of your holds. The feel of his hand in yours was just as lovely as you had dreamed but even better because he’d initiate it knowing you loved it. You couldn’t get enough of each other in your own ways. As much as you’d seek out his affection, he sought after your time. And slowly, you found yourself seeking out his time as he found himself seeking your affection. And from there, you learned he was right. Not all relationships were bound for ruin. Some were bound to build empires and last for eternities. And that’s exactly what you and Choi Chanhee had. A relationship people wish they had, one that was built on a silly drunken confession.

Chanhee would later confess he was only a little tipsy that night and had exaggerated it. And you’d gasp, “What!? That whole time?!” He nodded, “I just knew I wouldn’t have the courage to do it without anything in my system. Turns out it only took one drink for me to act.” You laughed as you kissed him, “You dork, I love you.” And you did. You loved Choi Chanhee just as much, if not more than he loved you. But he’d argue that he’d loved you most. Choi Chanhee was much more than you ever dreamed or thought he was. He was everything in between, an overflowing cup of everything you wished for and that much more. And the best part is you get to call him yours. You love him dearly, more than anyone you’ve ever loved before. And he loved you. He told you every day, even in his subtle ways. 

Choi Chanhee, a man who mystified you, was all yours.

[dontcallme-likethat]

And With What Conscious Equipped, Pray?

A brief excerpt of a TBZ Gang-type AU in the works. This is meant to be a prologue of the bigger story. Open-endness and missing details intended.

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Synopsis - Sangyeon and Chanhee, leader and second of their city gang unit, have made quick work of tracking down the people who kidnapped one of their own.

Warnings - Mentions of weaponry, blood, and minor injury

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Besides the drumming of the highway cars and semis that drove above, humming through the thick concrete ceilings of the underground parking space, only the clicking of Chanhee’s heels echoed down the empty lot as he briskly made his way to his car.

He opened the trunk with a sigh, tossing the heavy duffel bag of unused armery parts he’d just collected, and used a clean rag to wipe off the smudges of rust and dirt he’d gathered from the messy ordeal off his jacket, as well as the blood that had managed to spill from the open skin of a few of his knuckles towards his elbow. Usually he would be more annoyed about the stains, the mess, how unusually angry he’d gotten – but tonight he dismissed a quick patching trip to Hyunjae’s office.

He had more important matters to attend to, ones that did not involve attention to his pitiful wounds. He had a closing case, and an idiot to save.

The drive to the Center was without trouble, where the late night rain had fended off any stray from overtaking the slippery streets. When he arrived, Chanhee grabbed a folder of files from the empty seat beside him before exiting his car and making his way inside, nodding in quick greeting at the handful of recognizable but unmemorable faces of other members of the gang who littered the main floor, people outside of Chanhee’s scope of work. He climbed the backwell stairs to the higher up offices, lining a dimly lit, wide hall of dark oak wood floors and doors, with walls the color of worn, grey linen. It was quiet and it was comfortable, but it wasn’t out of invitation.

Chanhee knocked thrice on one of the furthest doors before swinging the it open without waiting for a reply.

Sangyeon looked up from his paperwork that currently scattered the small coffee table before him, the set of seats by the large glass windows apart from his larger desk. Chanhee dropped his folder in front of him with a small thud.

“I’ve cornered the leads we discussed yesterday,” Chanhee said, inviting himself to a cold glass of water from Sangyeon’s small drink cabinet. “Took a whole day of scouting but we have our guy,”

Sangyeon flipped through the pages of identification and history work of at least a dozen men, men from a small gang from the far southeast side of the city. They weren't significant or troublesome enough to garner their attention, even a memorized name, until just a few days ago.

He hummed, scanning the last file of the man Chanhee was referring to, one of the leaders that was sure to have what they were looking for.

“That was fast. Well done,” Sangyeon said as Chanhee sat across from him. “Did you find their armery? I was looking at the documents of the robbery here,”

“In my car. Those kids couldn’t leave a trail more obvious if they tried,”

“Not much trouble, I hope?”

“They’re children, Sangyeon,”

“Not what I asked,” he nodded at Chanhee’s knuckles.

Chanhee scoffed, covering his hands with his sleeve. “They pissed me off, is all. They don’t know what they’re doing, following their leaders like blind dogs. I took one down when he tried to put his hands on me, but that was all. I told the rest to go home,”

Sangyeon looked back down at the files, nodding with a sigh. “They aren’t a threat, at least, it seems. But we’ll be done with them come sundown,”

Chanhee gazed at the cityline below with a frown. Rooftops, dark alleyways, and the glitter of orange streetlights from the glass’ raindrops built the scape. Too pretty a sight for a most obnoxious night of work.

Sangyeon’s tired but light chuckle before him made Chanhee face him again.

“Get some rest,” Sangyeon told him, “This will be over soon. You know he’s okay, right?”

Chanhee clicked his teeth. “Of course I know. I’m just annoyed. How he let something like this happen to him is what I’m concerned about,”

Sangyeon thought for a moment. “I had the same thought. It’s rather unlike him,”

Chanhee gnawed at the inside of his cheek in the enveloping silence before saying quieter but with a firmness, “We can’t let it happen again, Sangyeon,”

“A lousy kidnapping?”

“You know what I mean,”

Sangyeon watched as two droplets crawled down the glass, fighting against a breeze. They twitched and grew is size when they gathered other standstill drops. Together, they slid down, down.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do,”

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[yeonmuse]

BABYDOLL 𐦍༘⋆

PAIRING: Jock Juyeon + Nerd Changmin & Boyfriend Sunwoo x Cheerleader Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.1k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT ‼️, strong laungage, threesome, oral sex, penetration, exhibitionism, sunwoo gets possessive, jealous sunwoo, mature language, this is Literally Porn With Plot, Jock!juyeon, boyfriend!sunwoo, nerd!changmin, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, unprotected sex, a good amount of praise, degradation , angry Juyeon, dom!sunwoo, pet name babydoll is used. Sex in the school library.

SUMMARY Sunwoo doesn’t like the way Juyeon flirts with you and he knows you well enough to see the way you look at Changmin when you two are alone. He think it’s about time he made it clear just who you belong to. Perhaps it’s about time the two of you made your relationship public.

MORE, I’ve been thinking about this trio a lot lately ever since more babydoll edits started showing up on my fyp again so, here we go.

You and Sunwoo both shared a mutual agreement that your relationship was to stay secretive. After all it all started with a drunken makeout session at one of Kevin and Jacobs wild parties. The only problem was when Sunwoo agreed to keep things a secret he didn’t think it meant watching other guys carelessly flirt with you as if you didn’t already have a boyfriend. Obviously he knew what he had been getting himself into with making you his girlfriend, you were one of the most sought out girls on the cheer team, pretty, top of your class and you were nice to everyone, sometimes a little too nice. Usually Sunwoo would be able to compose himself really well, but the events of today would be all he needs to finally snap.

Not only was it spirit week but it just so happened to fall on the week of homecoming. Knowing you were part of the court it already frustrated Sunwoo to know that you would have to walk in with one of those idiots from the team on your arm, but Lee Juyeon asking you to Homecoming in front of the entire school was not something he thought he would be crossing off his list. Juyeon was someone that already annoyed him when it came to you. His endless flirting, his touchy nature or even all those times hearing Juyeon call you ‘babydoll’ all pissed him off. And right now all he could do was stand there and watch, his tongue poking at the inside of his mouth at how pissed off it had made him. Watching your face as Juyeon approached you with a handful of sunflowers and a sign reading “will you be my sunshine” he could tell that you were a little nervous. The only thing he wasn’t sure of is if the nerves had been from having been put on the spot in front of an entire crowd, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes had been burning holes into both you and Juyeons head.

“I- I’m sorry Juyeon, but I can’t” Sunwoo couldn’t help but walk off with a proud grin on his face once the crowd dispersed. Part of Sunwoo did feel guilty because he had known how excited you were for homecoming, but it wasn’t like the two of you would be showing up together. It had made him feel so guilty that he decided to shoot you a text to meet with him at your usual spot in the school's old computer room.

“Sunwoo?’’ His gaze was torn away from his phone as you entered the room.

“Hello babydoll” as he greeted her the slight annoyance in his voice was evident.

“Sunny please don’t start I didn’t know that he would do that, and you clearly saw me tell him no.’’

“What would you have said if I wasn’t there?’’

“What?”

“You heard me sweetheart what would you have told him if I wasn’t standing there watching the whole thing?’’

“Sun you’re acting ridiculous, why are you asking me that?’’

“Why are you not answering.’’ he was getting slightly annoyed at your ignorance towards the question, part of him felt like if he hadn’t been there you would have said yes. It didn’t go amiss how you would smile and laugh with him whenever he caught the two of you talking at parties or at the games.

“I would have told him no.’’ There was a sudden silence between the two for a moment before you decided to speak again

“I have to go, I promised Mr. Song that I would tutor one of his students.’’ A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips as he watched you leave. He wanted to follow you and apologize for even questioning your loyalty to him, but he knew that if he went after you now he would only make things worse in his current state of mind. So he sat in silence for a while, five short minutes turned into ten long minutes until he realized how ridiculous he had been acting. With a sigh he pulls himself up from the desk and makes his way down the hall, already having a decent idea of where you might have been, after all you always studied in the same place, the school library. As he grew closer he could hear the sound of your laughter the closer he got to the door. That didn’t sound like just studying to him, as he peeked over the doorframe and gazed in he couldn’t help but feel annoyed all over again.

The way your head rested on your palm as you looked at no one other than Ji Changmin. You sat there laughing and smiling as he sat there all pouty.

“You’re cute but being cute won’t make me go any easier on you Changmin.’’ You laugh at Changmin's sulking, seemingly completely unaware that your boyfriend stood right outside the door looking in. Meanwhile a blush formed on Chngmins face from you having called him cute.

“I know you can do better than what you’re showing me Minni. This isn’t the first time i’ve tutored you, you’re pretty smart and i’m sure you know that so I refuse to go easy on you.’’ As you spoke to him your hand rested on Changmin's arm.

To any outsider looking in it would seem like you had just been being sweet and playful, but Sunwoo was well aware of your mannerisms and tone by now. You weren’t simply doing or saying any of those things just to be nice. He was fed up, and now he was feeling like it was about time he put you and everyone else in their place. Turning away from the library entrance he then turned to the direction of the school gym, the place he was more than sure he could find Lee Juyeon. Everyone knew that Juyeon would stay after school to practice, after all he was one of those members on the football team that strived for perfection. When Sunwoo first called out the others name Juyeon was shocked to say the least, of course he was well aware of who Sunwoo was, but the two were entirely different he didn’t think he’d ever find Sunwoo looking for him of all people.

“Yn asked me to pass on a message, she’s waiting for you in the library, something about wanting to apologize or something.’’ Sunwoo tried his best to seem disinterested in the situation, just enough for Juyeons ears to perk up at the sound of your name. Sunwoo simply watched in slight annoyance as Juyeon walked off the field and disappeared back into the school building. He eventually made his way moments later, slowly but surely making his way back to the library where he had watched Juyeon enter just moments before.

“Babydoll!’’ Sunwoo watched as your gaze then shifted from Changmin to Juyeon who was now leaned over the table, his gaze having fallen on Ji Changmin who was sat a little two close to you for Juyeons liking.

“Juyeon what are you doing here?’’

“I told him you were looking for him, sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo finally steps into the library's entrance, taking a step in and he closes and locks the door behind himself.

“Sunwoo?’’

At this point both Changmin and Juyeon had been staring back and forth between the both of you in confusion.

“I think you should apologize to Juyeon for turning him down in front of all of those people princess.” Sunwoo noticed the way your body tensed upon being called that, he was more than sure you were well aware of his annoyance by now. After all he only ever called you such a thing when the two of you were alone and he was planning on being buried deep inside of you. The look on your face was one of both annoyance and panic.

“Um I think i’ll just go maybe we can finish another time.’’ Changmin was ready to take his leave, standing up in his chair, Sunwoos' gaze immediately shot to him making him freeze up on the spot.

“Oh no no not too fast ‘minni’ this won’t take too long.’’ upon hearing your nickname for Changmin you had used only moments ago, it began to set in that Sunwoo had been watching you.

“Okay what the fuck is going on.’’ Juyeon finally snaps, his eyes blazing as he realized he had been set up by Sunwoo.

“Sun.’’

“Quiet babydoll I want you to behave for our two guest. Go ahead and make Changmin a little more comfortable.’’

“Sun..’’

“What is it? What’s the matter babydoll you find him cute don’t you?’’ your eyes said it all, the fact that you had been looking everywhere but into sunwoos eyes said it all.

“Be a good girl and make him feel good while me and Juyeon watch.’’

“Wha-what?’’ Changmin's face had gone bright red, but Sunwoo chose to ignore him.

“Go ahead babydoll.’’

Sunwoo watched as you shyly looked over at Changmin who was obviously nervous.

“Okay what the hell is going on?’’ Juyeon was pissed, pissed at the fact that Sunwoo seemed to have some type of hold on you, even more pissed that he had been tricked into coming here just for this.

“I’m giving you what you want, you think she’s pretty right? Both you and Ji changmin have a crush on My Girlfriend, how cute right Babydoll?’’

“Sun did you really have to bring them into this.’’

“You think you’re allowed to play sweet and innocent with me Princess? I know you and your body well enough to know that you like it when Juyeon here flirts with you, i also know you well enough to know that you’d fuck him or Ji Changmin here without a second thought. Go ahead and take off your clothes for them babydoll..show them how pretty you look.’’ The way you shifted in your seat told him everything that he needed to know, you were getting turned on by this. Him calling you out in front of the two of them.

“Take them off babydoll or i’ll have one of them do it for you.’’ The room fell silent and both Juyeon and Changmin's eyes seemed to be glued onto you as you slowly obeyed Sunwoos' given order. Changmin didn’t think that his face could get any redder until he watched you strip from your white button up and black skirt.

“Good girl.’’ sunwoo takes a seat on the opposite side of the table and spreads his legs, a move you knew all too well. That smirk on his face and the pride in the way he sat was an obvious indication that he was enjoying this. He had you exactly where he wanted.

“Come here sweetheart, I want you to be good for our two guests. As you take a seat on his lap his arms slip around your waist from behind, Sunwoos cold fingers brush against your bare skin as he presses you against his clothed body against yours.

“You’ll be good for them right?” His fingers squeeze your hips in a manner that forces you to stay pressed against him. You gave him a nod which made him give a swift slap across your thigh earning a soft whine.

“Use your words babydoll.”

“I’ll be good sun.”

“That’s my girl, I want you to look at them while I play with you like the pretty little doll you are.” The entire time neither Changmin nor Juyeon said a word. Truth be told neither of them knew what was happening, but the moment their eyes took in your semi naked frame and sat in Sunwoos lap it was hard to look away.

His gaze burned with pride at the fact that he had you right where he wanted and neither Juyeon nor Changmin could do a damn thing unless he allowed it. His fingers immediately met your clit, pushing past your folds and slipping them right inside you with ease.

“I want you to make sure our guests feel included, look them in the eyes and tell them who you want.” His thumb pressed against your clit as he started slowly, thrusting his fingers deep into you like he has done with you thousands of times.

The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he heard the desperate whine that spilled past your plump lips. The moment you opened your mouth to speak he forces in yet another finger, using the three to stretch you out to his liking.

“I'm sorry, what was that? speak babydoll. ” Meanwhile while you struggled with your words both Juyeon and Changmin seemed to be anxiously anticipating who’s name would spill from your pretty lips.

“Ch- Changmin.” You force yourself to breathe out between ragged breaths, the way Sunwoo continuously abuses your clit without letting up, making you squirm in your seat.

“Tell him where you want him doll.” Without hesitation he slipped in two more fingers, taking the time to stretch your walls and feel you out before he began to thrust them in and out slowly. The way you whine for him to move them faster only causes him to slow them down, he was well aware doing this would only make it harder for you to respond but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers thrust further into your cunt with every loud cry that left your mouth.

“Mm my mouth, sun please.” A chuckle spilled from Sunwoos lips at how desperate you sounded.

“Look at you whining like a desperate little doll for some nerd you’re tutoring to fuck your pretty little mouth when your boyfriends fingers are deep in your pretty little cunt.” His eyes shot to Chagmin whose eyes were glued to his fingers that were buried deep inside of you.

“Well you heard her right? You gonna give her what she wants?”

“Mm S-Sun, what about Juyeon.” Your sudden inclusion of Juyeon made his eyebrow quirk up in pure amusement.

“You want them both sweetheart? You want me to watch while they both have their way with you right doll?” He leaves a loving kiss on your neck before pulling his fingers out of you and patting your thigh.

“sit pretty up on the table for them then and let them know what you want.” Sunwoo sat back in his seat watching as you shyly took a seat up on the table.

“Don’t act all shy now baby you weren't acting shy a couple minutes ago when you were begging me to let them have their way with you.”

“I want Ju to eat me out while I take care of Minni.” He chuckles as you look away from him, a slight blush on your cheeks at having to admit it to him.

“Well then was that so hard princess? Go ahead and help them out then.”

Sunwoo watched as you moved between the two, helping them both get out of their pants while they took off your remaining clothes. Now here you were completely naked and exposed, trapped between two men that were working together to completely destroy you. Juyeons lips wrapped around your sensitive clit while Changmins Cock completely filled your mouth, swallowing up every one of your moans.

You had seemed so shy before but now that they had loosened you up you seemed to take it all so well. It seemed like a dream to you Changmins brown eyes gazing down at you through his glasses as he tugged at your hair and fucked your pretty mouth. All while Juyeon sat behind you forcing you to sit on his face and take the abuse of his tongue. For Changmin seeing you between his legs now is quite a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal. He couldn’t believe it was real, a girl he had fantasized about multiple times struggling to take the abuse of him down her throat.

“She takes it so well doesnt she? .” Sunwoos' gaze burned into you as he watched the scene before him. You weren’t sure why he was letting this happen but at the time you were too caught up in Juyeon and Changmin to care

Changmin breathlessly mumbles out soft curses when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat. You looked a complete mess, your vision clouded with tears and fucked up mascara while saliva coated your chin and plump lips. One look at you and Changmin groans upon seeing your now ruined makeup all because of the way he was abusing your throat. you’re eagerly motivated now, taking him with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. He lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“You're doing so well, babydoll.” Sunwoo chuckles upon seeing the way the tears continuously formed within your eyes.

To Changmin your mouth felt like heaven. Using your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the way you hollow out your cheeks around him immediately shuts him up. You pull him out of your mouth with a plop, a string of saliva connecting him to your lips as you move in to suck just the tip. Lewd moans spew from your lips upon feeling Juyeons tongue work against your clit. You look down at him which was proven to be a mistake because it immediately made your brain go fuzzy.

Juyeon showed no mercy, not letting up for a second even as your legs trembled, slurping up the juices that drip from your clit loudly. The moment you try to jerk away from him his grip on your thighs tighten and he pushes his tongue further between your folds.

“Don’t move, Babydoll,” He groans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. He

flicks his tongue over your clit while using his fingers to stretch you out groaning at the way your cunt pulsing and gripping his digits. you’re snapped out of your daze when Changmin forces you to look back at him and shoves his cock back into your throat. Mere seconds later Juyeon gives a few slaps onto your clit as a warning to not take your eyes away from Changmin.

you give him an apologetic look before slurping your saliva off his cock. He hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around him send vibrations up his body. Changmin twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses. All while you could feel something burning within your core begging for your release.

“Better hold it princess, if you cum before Changmin i’ll make sure you can’t do it again when i fuck you.” Sunwoo chimes in from the side making you whine.

Despite hearing that Juyeon wasn’t letting up, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd that if you could see it you'd have cum immediately. he admires how the way it runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he couldn’t help but wish for it to be his cum instead. Your eyes roll back the moment he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how he seems to know all your sweet spots in such a short period of time.

“Yn—” Changmin moans, gets breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. the drool that drips from the corners of your mouth and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into a frenzy.

“Remember we don’t waste babydoll.” At Sunwoos words you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re taking his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. He pulls on your hair before you both cum together, your cum spilling out onto Juyeons lips and face all while Changmin spills all down your throat. An overload hits your tongue and the back of your throat and you nearly spit it back up but force yourself to keep it down.

Unfortunately for you, it was not over, Sunwoo immediately lifted you up from the table, taking you into his lap and spreading your thighs apart.

“Now you’re gonna take care of Juyeon while I show them i’m the only one that can fuck you like the pretty doll you are.” While your lips wrapped around Juyeons Cock Your eyes rolled back immediately as Sunwoo pushed himself inside of you until he fully bottomed out. Your tightness earned a low growl from him as he pushed so deep you could have sworn you felt him hit the top of your stomach. He watched the blissed out look on your face with every little thrust inside you.

“Look at you taking me so well, I bet you loved every bit of Juyeon and Changmin working together to destroy you babydoll.” A chuckle spilled past his lips and he immediately spread your legs wider and pulled your thighs up against your chest. Your moans were evident enough that whatever pain you felt if any had gone away. He waisted no time fucking into you, rough and feverish thrusts from the very beginning. Thrusts that caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head so hard you saw stars.

Your nails dug so deep into his thighs that you nearly drew blood. your moans sent vibrations over Juyeons cock, making him throw his head back and pull at your hair, lines of saliva dripping down your chin as each of your moans were swallowed up by him thrusting into your throat.

“Youre such a pretty little doll baby, look at you being so good for the three of us.” Sunwoo immediately leans down to place kisses on your neck, your nipple between his fingers while his other hand fondles your breasts. The pleasure had been overwhelming your bodies in ways you hadn’t thought to be possible. From the feeling of his fingers against your breasts to every time he thrusted in to you feeling like the more he fucked the deeper into your stomach his cock seemed to push.

“From now on you will make it known that you’re mine. Mine to kiss, to touch to fuck. You’re gonna tell every single guy that approaches you that you belong to someone. understand babydoll?” Your thoughts had been so cloudy that you could barely even make out anything he had been talking to you about.

“Such a pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock after getting used like a slut other men.” He immediately rested one hand on your waist while resting the other on your stomach and pushing down. He wanted to feel just how far his cock could go inside your little frame. This action was all it took to push you over the edge, the moment he pushed down upon your stomach your legs shook and it was a glorious sight for all of them to see, to see you squirt upon the impact of his hand. As you were finally able to pry your eyes open you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The sight of Changmins hands wrapped around his Cock and sweat dripping down his forehead as he watched both Juyeon and your boyfriend work tinder to ruin you.

Your legs shook violently as Sunwoos thrusts grew in speed and the low growls that spilled from his mouth made it all more easy for you to unravel right then and there, your cum spilling out onto his cock followed by Juyeons release down your throat mere seconds later. Sunwoo wasnt too far behind as the fucked out look on your face and the way you clenched around him was all he needed for him to spill into you, him and Changmin both finishing at the same time.

“You two, from now on stop flirting with my fucking girlfriend.” Slipping his head into the crook of your neck he sucks harshly, leaving evidence that you were now tainted by him, a true indication that you belonged to him and no one else

[daisyvisions]

The Boyz - NSFW Links Edition (Pt.4)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI because as the title literally states… NSFW links! (all links are afab! reader and are sourced from twitter!)

A/N: Happy Anniversary TBZ! And what better way than to post some spicy videos of our lovely boyz? 😏 (and with extra spice included if you know what I mean 😘) As always, if there are links that don’t work or don’t exist please let me know! Enjoy 💕

Bully!Sangyeon begging you to do this to him after having a dream about you

You and Roommate!Jacob can never get enough of each other after that one night

Returning Enemy!Younghoon another favor you owe him after helping you out again

Classmate!Hyunjae always making your study sessions a little more interesting than the last

Brother’s best friend!Juyeon joining you during your morning shower when he sleeps over

Agreeing with classmate!Kevin your favorite thing to do together when you hookup

What Spoiled Rich Kid!Chanhee dreams about at night if he had you as his

Going back to Ex’s rival!Changmin’s house for some more fun after the party

Fratboy!Haknyeon letting you take the lead to help you practice your skills more

CEO!Sunwoo calling you into his office for some “disciplining”

Trying out more things Boyfriend!Eric after he get so turned on by that side of you

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[heechwe]

between friends | 𝐣𝐜𝐦 + 𝐜𝐜𝐡

୨୧ pairing: ji changmin x choi chanhee x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.4k || ୨୧ genre: fluff, smut || ୨୧ tags: established relationship (w/ changmin) au, talk of throupling, heavy petting, marking || ୨୧ synopsis: "Oh, for the love of— come over here and let me fix that." + "How do you feel about two at once?" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @hursheys!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

It all started with a measly bottle cap.

Chanhee came over to play video games with your boyfriend like he did every weekend. And with Changmin in the bathroom and unavailable to help you with the stupid top that wouldn’t open, you were forced to ask his best friend for help.

“Oh, for the love of—“ Changee chuckles to himself and stands up from the couch to help you in the kitchen. “Come here and let me fix that.”

You rolled your eyes as he easily opened the cap to your drink and held it in his hands. But he kept it just out of reach, his idea of help coming with some sort of price.

“Did you forget to say ‘Thank you Hee! You’re so strong and amazing!’?”

You whine and try to take the bottle from his palm to no avail. And in that split second of fighting for your drink, you fail to realize how your back hits the counter and Chanhee is pressed up against you. The tension is palpable, the feelings his close proximity stirs up inside of you incredibly foreign but tantalizing.

His lips are a breath from yours when Changmin walks back into the living room, his arms crossed and an accusatory brow pointed at the two of you.

“Well, that’s one way to float the idea you had last week to her.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but Changmin pulls you into his arms, kissing your temple and making you as warm as Chanhee did but ten times over. He is your boyfriend, after all.

You feel the other man, your boyfriend’s best friend, a few inches from your back.

You should feel caged in and confused, but you don’t. Heat pulls from your cheeks and to your core before Changmin asks, “My love, how would you feel about two at once?”

@yvnempire @mini-mews @jayparked @heesuncore @yoursjaeyun @sungbeams @loserlvrss @pars-ley @lovetaroandtaemin

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

@kstrucknet @k-films @kvanity-main @lapydiaries @moadiarynet @sweetvenomnet @onedoornet @sayxonet @violetanet @svthub @whipped-kpop-creators

[from-izzy]

playing to lose | the boyz choi chanhee | new

“Well, maybe you should win then.”

pairing » the boyz choi chanhee (new) x fem!reader

trope/au » strangers to (implied) lovers in the future, non-idol au, summer break/holiday au

genre » very fluffy meet-cute, shy chanhee who adores you from afar, changmin is lwk the real mvp in this story, chanhee is (kinda) whipped for you, you're kind of whipped too

word count; estimated reading time » 1408; ~5 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » none!

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist

happy old day @sanaxo-o ! just a little something because i did tell you i was writing for your boy. thank you to @itsbeeble for some speedy proofreading too 🥰

Well, this has been an interesting summer break.

First, your friends have decided to book a surprise getaway. They say it’s for you who have been working hard on your priorities, but they just can’t admit that they wanted a reason to reward themselves too; you hope someday they will be able to reward themselves without guilt because they’ve worked hard too. You decided to spare the recurring lecture for later.

Because right now, you’re in a billiard competition.

Don’t ask how you got here. Your friends wanted to play on the resort’s beach, but you weren’t feeling like soaking yourself in salt water and washing the sand off your body after. Whilst your friends splashed water at each other, you took better cover from the sun in the nearby bar. Sitting in the chair yourself didn’t seem very vacation-like, but the fruit drink in your hand is as refreshing as the summer wind; so is the blonde man playing billiard right now taking your attention.

“I missed because of you, Ji Changmin! Be quiet for a second!” Seeing his cheeks flare red at whatever the boy beside him decided to whisper to him. True to his words, the white ball didn’t travel far due to his missed aim, which his friend celebrated.

You’re amused by the shine of his blonde hair from the overhead light. His side profile is beautiful, and you find the scowl on his face to be adorable. The way his jaw fell at his friend clearing and winning the game is priceless, and the loser slaps a couple of dollar notes into the winner’s hand. You are about to tear your eyes away when you realise you’ve been staring for too long when the blonde’s eyes meet yours unexpectedly. Your eyes widen in surprise, head ducking down and finger playing with your straw as if nothing happened.

If you could become invisible right now, you would. The heat spreads throughout your cheeks, and despite the fan cooling the room, sweat accumulates around your forehead. You’re certain that the tapping growing louder by each second isn’t because of your feet nervously tapping the floor after being caught. 

Just as you expected, it wasn’t.

“Hi?” 

“I’m sorry-” But when you raised your head, it wasn’t the blonde-haired boy that you were expecting. “I’m Changmin, and that’s my friend Chanhee,” pointing at the sulking boy trying to practice by himself. “I saw that you were looking over at him. Are you interested in him?”

“What?” Bewildered at the straightforward question. “Why does it matter to you?”

“Oh, nothing,” Changmin shrugs with a smirk on his face. “Don’t take this the wrong way but we have actually bumped into each other a few times. Well, without the bumping part. Mind if I take a seat as I explain?”

Intrigued, you welcome the seat next to you. “Well, we checked in on the same day yesterday, and Chanhee was just looking at you.”

“Your room number is circled over here, and you’re on the third floor. Enjoy your stay!” Changmin extends his regards to the worker before turning over to Chanhee next to him. “Let’s go.” 

But Chanhee is in another headspace, looking over to a distance, or rather to a girl laughing with the rest of her friends. Changmin takes Chanhee’s dazed state to his advantage, leaning over to snicker at the little smile he’s putting on because you lost rock, paper, scissors and had to pay for the taxi drive to the hotel.

“Pretty girl, isn’t she?” Changmin breaks Chanhee’s bubble, and the latter is flustered. “Let’s say hi-”

“No! We’re not doing any of that!”

You laugh at that, remembering losing your bet as the rest made fun of you for it. “It was an unexpected loss on this trip’s budget for sure.”

“Well, maybe not so because you got Mr Choi Chanhee over there to notice you.” You didn’t know how to answer the smiley boy, only chuckling in response as your eyes fell on the boy playing by himself. “Do you play?”

“Kind of,” you shrug. “I’ve played before, but I’m not a pro or anything like that.”

That answer seems to be good enough for Changmin as he hollers to Chanhee from his seat, “Dude! You got a new competitor that wants to play with you! She said she wants to bet on something!”

“Wha-Hey!” Changmin didn’t spare you a single moment in the say, ushering you along to the pool table with your drink in his hand. “Come on!” You swore that you only followed him to get your drink back. It was just that. You swear it’s just that. It’s just for your drink- “I wanted to know her name but she wouldn’t tell me, but then she said that if you beat her, she’ll tell me!”

“What-”

Chanhee’s eyes widened at the sight of the girl that he’d been entranced with since yesterday. Looking at you closer, with better light, he takes in every detail of your face. Your eyes that he got lost in, your nose guiding his attention down to your lips. He gulps at you being within his reach, and he gulps, clenching the pool cue close to his chest.

“I’m sorry for my friend. Please just ignore him-”

You notice Changmin stepping behind the apologising boy, waving his hand around to ignore what his friend is saying and encouraging you to play along with him. This is absolutely crazy, and Changmin is absolutely living for the moment. Seeing you all frozen in front of Chanhee’s words, Changmin decides to get his final words by clamping his hand to his friend’s mouth.

“Oh, just play with her, will you?!”

Seeing the two being rowdy is the remedy for you. This is what the trip is about after all: to relax and have fun. Plus, it’s not a bad idea to play along since you don’t see how this will hurt anyone, and if Changmin is being honest with his cute little story about Chanhee, then you don’t mind showing him that you’re interested too. You walk over to pick up a spare cue stick, leaving the two boys behind for a while to argue behind you.

“You’re crazy!” Chanhee whispers while head-locking Changmin.

“Oh, just shut up and have fun! I know you think she’s pretty!”

“Of course, she’s pretty! She’s gorgeous-”

“So play with her and bet something else if you win!”

“Like what? A date? This isn’t a movie!”

“Anything can be a movie if you want it to be.” Changmin seems proud of the slightly confusing line, but it doesn’t faze his best friend anymore after all these years. “Besides, if you win, you at least get her name.”

“And if I lose?”

“Then maybe she’ll ask you on a date,” the boy shrugs with an innocent look in his eyes. “Just play!”

Chanhee is pushed away, his hands grabbing on the pool table to steady himself. He let out a sigh of relief at the potential accident and was about to turn to shout at the chuckling boy until you called out.

“Um,” you call out softly. “Should we play?”

Chanhee looks over to the table, seeing all the balls already in the triangle starting shape in the game. You extend your hand as a gesture of welcoming him to take the first move, but to your surprise, the boy doesn’t. Instead, he adjusts his stick on the floor, looking over at you intently with a soft smile. 

“So, I guess I’m playing for your name. What are you playing for?”

True. Usually in a competition, a reward for winning would motivate you. You hum in contemplation, “Well, I already know your name, so I guess not for the same thing. But maybe, if you’re free tomorrow, we could explore around together?”

Chanhee had to fight the way the corner of his lips was rising at that. “Looks like either way, I win.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “But wouldn’t it be weird if you win and then I don’t get to know your name?”

“Well, maybe you should win then.”

Choi Chanhee doesn’t usually like to lose. After all, whenever he loses in something, everyone else rejoices, but maybe this time, losing doesn’t seem like a bad thing after all. Playing to win or playing to lose, he’s already a winner with you being near him right now.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist

tags: @deoboyznet @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet @blossomnet

@haneul-and-clouds @sanaxo-o

[slytherinshua]

LIPSTICK STAINS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!chanhee x wife!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. chanhee husband agenda idk what else to say...

Chanhee’s breath was taken away every time he walked into your art studio. Falling in love with you and your paintings had been one of the dreamiest experiences of his life. But now, being able to walk into your little art studio a couple blocks away from your house, visiting you as you worked as your husband? That reality was infinitely more dreamy to him.

He would truly never get tired of any of it. The smell of fresh paint and clean fabric as he walked through the door, the soft classical music that you liked to listen to while creating your paintings— it was all so beautiful to him. Your whole process was unique, and each painting turned out so beautifully different from the last.

You specialized in portraits; another of the many reasons that Chanhee had fallen for you. You had a passion for capturing a person’s emotion and soul in a painting. The way you painted them held such vulnerability, like you were telling a whole story through each stroke of paint to the canvas.

Of course, as you started dating Chanhee, and fell more in love with the man than you thought possible for a person, your paintings slowly found themselves a new muse. He held the title more proudly than anything else. He was a muse for an artist. He was your muse. And, oh, how you loved to paint him.

Chanhee could name about 30 or more paintings that you had done of him over the years. You could name at least 50 more. You only showed him ones when he begged you to. And he always wanted to see when he was aware you had painted him again— which is why you stopped telling him. 

You didn’t mind showing him the ones you were proud of, but you never felt like your art was really good enough. Chanhee strongly disagreed, though. He always praised your paintings as if you were the next Leonardo Da Vinci (which, in his mind, you were). You had a secret stash of scrapped or unfinished paintings of your husband which only you were aware of. It was like a small treasure trove— and you had full intention to fix and finish each one of the paintings over the course of time.

You were working on one of those unfinished paintings when Chanhee walked in. He always knocked softly on the wall to alert you of his presence since there was no door to your painting room. You easily got zoned into your paintings and were easily startled by loud noises or suddenly appearing husbands who wanted back hugs. (Not that Chanhee knew from experience, or anything.)

You hummed softly when you heard his knock, a small sign to Chanhee that you were aware of his presence and that he could come in. You were focused on applying a burnt orange colour to the background of the painting, and your husband watched you with a smitten smile on his face. When you finished applying the orange and put down your paintbrush, turning around to him, his smile widened.

“What are you painting today?” He asked curiously, seeing the beautiful mess of colours on the large canvas. It wasn’t immediately noticeable to the naked eye that his face would soon be on that canvas as well. Your art style was always a mix of mediums and colours. You never liked to do just simple portraits— there always had to be something special about it.

“Take a guess?” You walked towards him, easing your arm around his waist and leaning into his side. He reciprocated the hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

He hummed, “Perhaps a certain Choi Chanhee?”

You scoffed, “No way. I’ve painted him too many times already. His face is getting boring.” You said, glancing up at your husband with a teasing glimmer in your smile. Chanhee rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist gently, showing his unamusement with your little joke. He took your face in his hands, leaning down a little, staring straight at you with his shiny eyes.

You were expecting a kiss, but instead Chanhee just looked at you seriously for a few seconds before cracking a small smile, “You could never get bored of my face.” He whispered.

He was right. He knew he was right, and a surge of confidence ran through him as soon as he saw colour creep up to your cheeks at his whispered remark. You really shouldn’t have allowed him to have free access to your studio at any time. Not only was it distracting to have the prettiest man on Earth looking at you so fondly as you worked, but you also froze up under his gaze, often resulting in works you were less proud of.

“My paint is getting dry.” You mumbled, trying to pull his hands from your blushing cheeks. He was stubborn in keeping his face close to yours, though.

“I’m not leaving without kissing my wife.” He said simply.

You gave in— really it was almost impossible to resist Chanhee for as long as you had. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, sighing in content as he deepened the kiss, hands sliding to hold your jaw softly. Your hands were on his shoulders, grounding you so you couldn’t get lost in the feeling of his lips.

The first time you pulled out of the kiss, Chanhee’s lips found yours again quicker than you could get a word in, causing both of you to giggle. The second time, you were sure you would be able to escape— but Chanhee’s hands had slid down to your waist, and held you securely so that you couldn’t end the kiss before he was ready.

Once you finally pulled away for the third time, you were both slightly out of breath. Chanhee seemed satisfied and let go of you, though you didn’t walk away from him immediately. You caught your breath first, still resting your hands on your husband’s shoulders, laughing at each sharp exhale of his breath and how the kiss had left you with a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ve got to get back to painting, love. Pick me up for dinner, okay?” You grinned at him. He hummed and nodded, waving goodbye to you before he could further distract you. 

As he left, you noticed the slight smudge of your lipstick to the side of his lips. You smiled to yourself, picking up your paintbrush again, deciding that a kiss mark was just what this painting needed.

↳ tbz taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr

[tocupid]

3 DOORDASHERS .. PT 2 — WONBIN, HONGJOONG, AND CHANHEE TEXTS

sypnosis. just texts between you and 3 of your different doordash drivers!

warnings. cursing, usage of the word girl in a gender neutral way, SASSY ASS MEN.

authors note. this part is dedicated to @mimiibear bc she was so kind on the last part and told me to make more so ofc i did 🙏🙏 . idk if this was as funny as the first part (which yall should read) but hope yall like it (heh reblog if u do please ..) + i have plans for more fics to write trust gimme until 2025

[cloverdaisies]

CLOVERDAISIES’ WATTPAD ☆ BOOKS

hi deobis! ∩^ω^∩ here is a link and description of my books in case you were looking for a read ! <3 if i’m not active on here i’m usually posting updates over on wp so don’t hesitate to come say hi!

# TARGET: lover

member: juyeon

genre: mafia au

status: completed

description: “late at night, a wander down the streets of downtown is not the safest trip for a young girl approaching her mid twenties to endeavor on..

when yanked head first in to danger, y/n can choose one of two reckless fates... he's cold, twisted, murderous in intent, nothing but a facade of someone who's lost his way in such a dark world...

is it possible that someone so cruel, could ever find love in this dysfunctional world of money, drugs & murder?

mission accepted - welcome to TARGET: lover.. ”

a/n: listen this is the first book i’d ever wrote, i know she’s not everyone’s cup of tea but she means a lot to be so please be nice to her <3

☆*:.｡.

# JUVENILE

member: sunwoo

genre: bad boy cliché, college au

status: completed

description: “LOS ANGELES COUNTY SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT: "the court hear by sentences that sunwoo kim, will face up to 6 months and 10 days in prison with no chances of parole on charges of vandalism and possession of Class A substances."

kim sunwoo returns to campus after being released from juvie but has the old him ever changed? still smoking, drinking and partying with his insane friend group. juvie didn't scare him one bit.

it's been 5 months since Y/N, introverted, clever and pretty, moved to LA. she's only heard rumors of sunwoo kim. the young criminal who no one wanted to get on the wrong side of, the news of him coming back was the buzz of the entire campus.

an unexpected encounter brings two opposite people.

a/n: probably one of my proudest works! juvenile is the most successful book of mine and to this day i still sm in love with the characters and universe i created in this lil world.

☆*:.｡.

# 1984

member: chanhee

genre: 80s, romance

status: completed

description: what happens when a present day girl gets sucked into the 80s - big hair, big stars, old cars and young hearts.. the year is 2021, full of social media absorbed teens using these little silver boxes called mobile phones... hopeless without today's unrealistic present... what happens when Y/N, your typical zombified teenager is warped into the past... does she come back with more than she bargained for ?...

a/n: probably the most detailed book i’ve ever written, 1984 depicts a whirlwind of a vintage romance that if you’re into the 80s vibes you’ll love.

☆*:.｡.

# ANGEL BOY

member: juyeon

genre: boarding school romance

status: ongoing almost complete

description: “when American dream girl Y/N finally pulls the last straw with her father, she gets shipped off to an all girls private school in England..

is there more to the school than lacrosse and rich girls?...

a Lee Juyeon fanfiction, based on and inspired by Wild Child”

a/n: i absolutely love the film wild child and became so inspired to write something like it, there’s a lot of characters to get to know who aren’t necessarily based on k-pop idols but i created them myself and i hope you could love and get to know them as much as i do

☆*:.｡.

# MENSWEAR

member: juyeon (sorry i’m in love with the man)

genre: angsty college au

status: ongoing

description: "i love you, i told you i do."

"i want to see sunshine, flowers, hold someone in the long grass on a summers day. i want to be in love like the poets write, the story the birds sing to. but i'll never be that guy. i'll never be your romantic shit show of a love story."

"but you are."

a lee juyeon fanfiction set in the same universe as juvenile, a kim sunwoo fanfiction. ”

a/n: right i absolutely loved juvenile so much that i had to write a spin off with juyeon’s character, yes it’s only at the beginning ! but summer awaits and i will be working hard to complete it ! <3

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ !

i know it’s a lot of juyeon but there is more to come ! i can’t wait to cherish the summer and give you more members books ! i hope that this rough index could lead you into my little romantic world and give you some laughs along the way

sending my love always,

clover <3

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Confession

Summary: An indirect confession leads to finally being with your best friend like you’ve wanted over the years. 

Oneshot 

Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers au

Word Count: 1,021

Chanhee (New) X Reader

Prompt: “I’m not pretty… I mean, it’s not a bad thing, I don’t need to be pretty to be valid and deserve love, I’m just not what people generally consider attractive, and I’m okay with that.” “But then what would you think of someone who did find you attractive??” (Very confused) Laughing, “I don’t know, probably that their tastes are a bit odd.” “Do I seem odd to you?” (This is like an indirect confession, feelings have not been expressed yet 🫣)

Idea donated from @tolkpopfan Thank you sm!!

[A/n: This isn’t a part of my Christmas prompts; I just fell into my Chanhee feelings all over again- so… that’s why it’s posted the day after Christmas 🙂‍↕️]

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You’ve been looking forward to seeing your best friend all week after making plans on Tuesday to see each other on Saturday. You couldn’t be more excited. You knew you’d be coming from opposite sides of town, so you both agreed to meet up there. And when you get closer to the building, you see he’s sitting on the bench by the door, waiting for you outside. You grin as you get closer. When he gets up, you instantly wrap him up in a hug, “I’ve missed you so much!” And he grins as he hugs you back, “I've missed you too.” You guys smile as you pull back and tell him, “I have so much to catch you up on!” He grins and pulls you into the restaurant, excited to hear about it. The host asks, “Table for two?” You both nod, and they quickly seat you at a table. You look over the menus and choose a pizza together before the waitress comes over, “Hi, welcome to Papa’s Pizza. What can I get you?” 

Chanhee orders your drinks, and she asks, “Are you ready for me to take your pizza order, or do you two need more time?” You shake your head before telling her what you’d both like on your pizza. When she leaves, you ask, “You sure you didn’t want more? You usually get more food than I do?” He shakes his head, “Not this time. I had waffles before making my way here.” You laugh, “Of course, that makes sense.” He smiles and asks, “You still up for coming over later?” You nod, “I finally get to hang out with my bestie! Of course, I want to come over and stay with you as long as I can today.” He grins, “I knew it~ I already had your favorite yogurt prepared.” The both of you giggle, and the waitress sweetly brings you your drinks. You thank her before continuing, “Well, you better tell me everything that’s happened over the month.” And he hums and rolls his eyes back, acting as if he’s thinking about it when you already know he has something he’s ready to spill. He tells you about Sunwoo’s recent audacity and everything else that has happened lately in the dorm, and you can’t help but laugh. And you talk about the shenanigans you’ve been getting up to at work after the pizza arrives. Actively catching him up on everything and anything you could think of.

When he exclaims, “Omg! How could I forget about that!” Your eyes widen, and you eagerly lean in, wondering what he’ll bring up next as you eat your pizza. He starts telling you how someone was flirting with him the other day. And how he prefers to be called handsome. You already knew that, and he tells you, “And he was calling me pretty, and you know how it is when someone’s calling you pretty that you don’t like?” You look at him oddly because you’ve never had that experience, “No, I don’t? No one has ever said that romantically to me, actually. I’m not pretty…” You quickly clarify, “I mean! It’s not a bad thing. I don’t need to be pretty to be valid and deserve love. I’m just not what people generally consider attractive, and I’m okay with that.” And instead of the usual Chanhee response of ‘Of course, you’re pretty. You’re my best friend’, you get a confused Chanhee asking, “But then what would you think of someone who did find you pretty and attractive?” You shrug and tell him with a laugh, “I don’t know, probably that their tastes are a bit odd.” And without missing a beat, he says, “Do I seem odd to you?” You look at him, baffled, because what did he mean by that? He is wearing Chanel in a quaint mom-and-pop pizza place, which could be interpreted as odd, but? That isn’t out of the ordinary. 

When it clicks and you blink at him, “You- You- I uh?! Um- What?” He grabs your hand, “Do you find me odd because I find you attractive? You and I don’t fit the traditional beauty standards. But that doesn’t make you not pretty, and that doesn’t make me not handsome.” You look down at your pizza, “I uh- Chanhee, of course, you’re handsome, but you’re- I- I’m not- I-” He holds your hand tighter, grounding you as he says, “(Y/n), look at me.” You do, and he tells you, “It drives me nuts how attracted I am to you. I’ve turned down so many dates, not because they weren’t interesting. But because my heart belongs to you.” You blink at him, processing it all. Your best friend is confessing to you. Your best friend, the man you’ve loved all these years and found to be the most handsome guy on earth, is telling you his heart belongs to you? You’re shocked, but you can’t help but feel happy. 

You know you’re red as confess, “Chanhee,” he hums, and you continue, “My heart belonged to you well before I even knew what I felt for you. I’ve wanted you so bad for so long.” He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it before he looks into your eyes, “My pretty, lovely baby. I’ll make sure to remind you how pretty you are.” You smile, “You’ve always done that in a friendly way.” He smirks, “I know. But now, I’m going to make sure you remember it.” You blush, he kisses your hand again, and you interlock your fingers. 

You spend the rest of the dinner hangout, now date. Talking about how you both fell for each other and when. And all the various things you found attractive about each other. You finish your pizza instead of walking with your arms locked like you always did when the two of you hang out. Chanhee interlocks your hands together and swings them as you walk to his home. Everything changed in an instant. But it all feels the same as you giggle and talk about everything and anything that comes to your mind.

[astrae4]

AFFOGATO TELL YUU SMTH | lee juyeon

pairings — barista!juyeon x baker!reader ( ft. Chanhee, Sunwoo, and Eric from TheBoyz, Minji from Newjeans, Yunjin from LeSerrafim, and Yujin from Ive )

synopsis — After leaving your first love in Highschool to pursue your passion in pastry abroad, you worked hard day and night to make your dreams come true. Finally, after three years, you graduated and came back to Korea. And, with the savings you earned, was able to open a bakery of your own. What happens now when the cute barista you hired turns out to be your charming first love?

warnings — there will be breakup angst,,, nothing too harsh tho… oh and there will be mentions of blood and being in pain in some chapters!!

disclaimer — this fiction was made before LESERRAFIM’s scandal. IN NO WAY DO I SUPPORT ANY OF THEIR BEHAVIOR AND THOUGHTS. Had I known beforehand, I would never add YUNJIN in this SMAU.

genre — romance : exes to lovers, healthy jealousy, pining, right person wrong time, pathetic golden retriever man

note — my submission for @deoboyznet‘s holiday party event. Special love to the recipient of this SMAU…. @quaissants !!! Hope you love it bae!

taglist — closed

duration — December 1, 2023 — February 15, 2024

more works — navigation | tbz!masterlist

PROFILES

CHAPTER I : YUU’RE HIRING

CHAPTER II : EX-EMPLARY INTERVIEW

CHAPTER III : GRR GRRRRR RAHHH

CHAPTER IV : CONNECTIONS R EVERYTHING

CHAPTER V : U SO HAVE A CHANCE

CHAPTER VI : *BATS EYELASH BLUSHES CUTELY

CHAPTER VII : LIKE A SUPERHERO

CHAPTER VIII : REMINISCING THE PAST

CHAPTER IX : SOMETHING CHANGED, IT’S FISHY

CHAPTER X : THAT’S SAD MAN…

CHAPTER XI : IT LOOKS LIKE YOU 🤧🤍

CHAPTER XII : CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HID THIS

CHAPTER XIII : THE FINAL COMPETITION

CHAPTER XIV : JUYEON VS MINJI

CHAPTER XV : PLOT TWIST

EPILOGUE

© astrae4 2023 | please don’t copy, translate, or plagiarize my works on all platforms!

[jinnieboosworld]

Daisy’s Daisies

Chanhee x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Chanhee moves into a house on the country side with a few of his friend he plans on focusing just focusing on his growing his career as a YouTube vlogger. One day while unpacking he hears a knock on his door. The source of the knock is a beautiful girl holding a bouquet of daisies.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 8806

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The countryside air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, a welcome change from the city’s smog. Chanhee stood on the front steps of the house, looking out at the overgrown garden in front of him. It had been a long day of moving boxes and furniture, but the excitement of starting fresh in a new place made every ache worth it. The house was a charming two-story cottage surrounded by trees, the kind of place Chanhee had always dreamed of living in. Now, he could finally focus on his YouTube channel, vlogging about the peacefulness of the countryside.

“Do you think the neighbors will be as chill as the house?” Chanhee asked, turning to Jacob, who was already inside, unpacking the kitchen.

Changmin, sprawled lazily on the couch, barely looked up. “You’ll be too busy vlogging to care,” he said with a grin.

“I’m just saying, it’d be nice to know if I’m gonna get along with the people around here.”

Jacob leaned out from the kitchen, laughing. “Don’t worry, Chanhee. You’ll be fine. Just focus on making this place look perfect for your next video. We’ll handle the rest.”

Chanhee smiled, glad to have his friends by his side. The day had been busy, but it felt good to be settling in. As he stepped outside to check on the yard, a sudden knock on the door startled him.

He froze for a moment, looking at the door. Was it the landlord? Maybe a neighbor? With a shrug, Chanhee walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a girl, holding a bouquet of fresh daisies, her boots lightly covered in dirt from working outside. Her smile was wide and warm, like a ray of sunshine breaking through clouds.

“Hi there!” she greeted, her voice light and cheerful. “I’m Daisy! I help take care of the yard here. My dad owns the house, and I stop by every week to check on things.”

Chanhee blinked, taken aback by the sudden appearance of this beautiful, bubbly stranger. His eyes immediately fell to the bouquet in her hands, the soft white petals of the daisies a stark contrast to the earthy tones of the garden behind her.

“Oh, uh… Hi,” Chanhee stammered, fumbling slightly. “I’m… I’m Chanhee.”

Jacob appeared from behind him, giving Daisy a friendly wave. “Hi, I’m Jacob,” he said with a grin. “And this is Changmin,” he added, gesturing toward the couch where Changmin had raised his head to glance at the door.

Changmin, who had been lounging, gave her a teasing smile. “Chanhee here gets a little awkward around pretty girls, so be patient with him.”

Chanhee’s face turned red, and he shot Changmin a glare. “I’m fine,” he muttered, quickly turning back to Daisy, who laughed at the exchange.

Daisy’s laugh was like music, light and contagious. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She then handed Chanhee the bouquet, the flowers feeling delicate in his hands. “I brought these for the garden. I thought they might brighten it up a bit.”

“Thanks… these are beautiful,” Chanhee said, his voice quieter now as he admired the bouquet. His heart was still racing, but he tried to calm himself. She was just someone helping with the yard, nothing more. Still, there was something about her presence that made everything feel different.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to start working,” Daisy said, flashing him a smile. “You all enjoy the house!”

With that, she turned and walked back down the path, leaving Chanhee standing at the door, still holding the flowers. He watched her disappear down the dirt road, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Smooth,” Changmin’s voice echoed from the doorway, and Chanhee could only laugh awkwardly.

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The next day, the soft hum of the countryside filled the air as Chanhee made his way outside to check on the garden. His mind kept wandering back to the brief, yet unforgettable, encounter with Daisy. He couldn’t help but replay her warm smile and the soft, sincere tone of her voice. She had been so effortlessly kind, and that feeling had lingered with him long after she had left.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. Focus on the vlog, Chanhee, he reminded himself. He had to make this place look perfect, especially for his viewers who were eager for his next content.

As he set up his camera in the yard, he heard the familiar crunch of footsteps on the gravel. Chanhee’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to see Daisy walking toward him, this time with a gardening kit slung over her shoulder and a wide smile plastered on her face.

“Hey! You’re early today,” Chanhee said, trying to hide the nervous excitement in his voice.

Daisy smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed from the morning chill. “I figured I’d get started early before it gets too hot. Plus, I wanted to help you guys make this place look less… abandoned.”

Chanhee couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not that bad. Just needs a little love.” He motioned to the weeds growing around the flower beds. “A little lot of love.”

Daisy chuckled and walked over to a patch of soil near the front of the yard. She knelt down, pulling out her tools. “Alright then, let’s make this look like something out of a home magazine.”

Chanhee grabbed his camera, beginning to film the transformation. “Alright, guys, we’re here with Daisy, who’s going to help me fix up this garden,” he said into the lens. “Let’s see if she can turn my disaster into something beautiful.”

Daisy laughed at his playful tone, glancing at the camera. “Don’t blame me if your followers end up asking you for gardening tips,” she teased, flashing him a wink.

Chanhee couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, but he hid it with a grin. “Hey, maybe we’ll start a gardening channel. ‘How to Make Your Yard Look Like It’s on Pinterest.’”

As Daisy worked, planting various flowers and trimming overgrown plants, Chanhee filmed her, letting the camera capture her genuine joy in the process. Her movements were graceful, as though she was effortlessly creating art with each plant she set in the soil. The sun caught the strands of her hair, making her look almost ethereal, and Chanhee found it hard to tear his gaze away.

“So, what’s your favorite flower?” he asked casually, though he was truly curious.

Daisy paused for a moment, glancing up at him. “Daisies, of course,” she said, holding up a small bouquet she had gathered from the garden. “They’re simple, but they remind me that even in difficult times, you can bloom. That’s why I love them.”

Chanhee stared at the bouquet in her hand, feeling something stir in his chest. There was something about the way she spoke, so thoughtfully and with such passion, that made him want to know her better. But before he could respond, Daisy suddenly stood up, brushing dirt off her hands.

“All done with this patch. What do you think?” she asked, gesturing to the now vibrant flower bed.

Chanhee looked around, genuinely impressed. “It looks amazing,” he said, his smile wide. “You really know what you’re doing.”

Daisy beamed, her pride evident. “Glad you like it. Now, time to tackle the next one!”

As she continued her work, Chanhee couldn’t help but admire the way she made everything feel so easy. And in that moment, he found himself looking forward to these weekly visits, knowing each one would bring a little more of Daisy into his life.

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The weeks passed slowly, each one blending into the next, but with every visit Daisy made, the house seemed to grow brighter. The yard, once overgrown and neglected, was now a patchwork of vibrant colors, thanks to Daisy’s tireless work. What started as small exchanges—greetings and laughter over gardening tips—had blossomed into a comfortable rhythm.

Chanhee began to look forward to her visits more than he had anticipated. Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, Daisy arrived with a fresh bouquet of flowers, ready to add her special touch to the yard. Today was no different, except that the weather had shifted; a light breeze rustled the leaves, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the garden.

Chanhee was setting up his camera, adjusting the angle for his vlog when he noticed Daisy walking up the path. She was carrying a small basket, filled with freshly picked daisies. Chanhee smiled as he waved at her.

“Good morning!” she greeted brightly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Good morning,” he replied, lowering his camera and walking over to meet her. “Got some new flowers for me?”

“Always,” Daisy said with a mischievous grin. “I thought I’d give you a few daisies to keep the vibe going.”

“I swear, you’ve turned me into a flower enthusiast,” Chanhee said, laughing lightly as he took the bouquet from her. “I’m starting to think this garden will end up being the star of my vlogs.”

Daisy’s cheeks pinkened, and she laughed softly. “You’re flattering me. But I’ll take it.” She set her basket down on the grass and began pulling out small pots of flowers, carefully arranging them by the flower beds.

Chanhee watched as she worked, her hands moving with confidence, as though she had done this a thousand times before. There was something undeniably soothing about the way she carried herself—steady, unhurried, and so completely in tune with the rhythm of the world around her.

“So, how long have you been doing this?” he asked, leaning against the garden fence, not wanting to interrupt her but also unable to stop himself from talking to her.

Daisy glanced up at him with a smile. “Gardening? A few years now. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed, ever since I was a kid. My dad’s a landscape architect, so I guess I kind of inherited it.” She paused, her eyes softening. “I’ve always loved how something so simple, like a flower, can brighten up a whole space.”

Chanhee nodded thoughtfully. He was amazed by how effortlessly Daisy could speak about something so personal, her passion shining through her words. “It’s like you’re creating little worlds with each plant.”

Daisy’s smile widened, and she nodded. “Exactly. A garden isn’t just a space for plants, you know? It’s a place to be yourself. To take your time and enjoy the quiet.”

Chanhee felt something stir in his chest, a soft warmth spreading as he looked at her. He had always admired people who were genuinely passionate about what they did, but there was something about Daisy that felt different. Her energy wasn’t just about the plants; it was the way she brought that same quiet, gentle warmth into every corner of the world around her.

She looked up at him, catching his gaze. “You’re really quiet today,” she noted, her voice light but teasing. “Usually, you’re full of ideas for the vlog.”

Chanhee snapped out of his thoughts, blushing slightly. “I—I guess I’m just… enjoying the moment.” He grinned awkwardly, trying to recover from his momentary lapse. “And maybe a little distracted by your work.”

Daisy chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re not the first to be distracted by a garden.” She winked playfully before returning to her task.

The next few hours passed in a comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people were content with just being in each other’s presence. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow across the yard, Daisy finished the final touches of the flower bed.

Chanhee stepped back, admiring the transformation. “It looks amazing. Seriously. I can’t believe how much you’ve changed this place.”

Daisy smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. “Glad you like it. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it.”

Chanhee’s gaze lingered on her, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. It was strange, but lately, he found himself thinking about her more than he had planned. The way she made him feel—like everything was a little bit brighter, a little bit more meaningful—was something he hadn’t expected. He hadn’t planned on becoming so fond of her, but here he was, looking at her as though she were the most important part of his day.

“Thanks, Daisy,” he said softly, his voice sincere.

She looked at him, meeting his eyes with that same warm smile. “Anytime, Chanhee. Anytime.”

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The days had become a blur of routine for Chanhee, but it was a routine that carried the subtle weight of something more. Daisy’s visits, the shared smiles, the small moments of laughter—all of it began to feel like something worth holding onto. He found himself looking forward to her presence more than he expected. The garden had flourished under her care, and so had something else—an unspoken connection that hovered between them, like the delicate petals of the daisies she planted.

It was another Saturday when Daisy arrived, a soft breeze ruffling her hair as she approached with a basket of freshly cut flowers. The golden hour light was perfect, casting a warm glow over everything. Chanhee was already out on the porch, adjusting his camera for his next vlog.

“Hey there,” she greeted him with that same bright smile that always made his heart race a little faster. “Got a new batch of flowers for you. Thought these would add a nice pop of color.”

Chanhee turned to face her, trying his best to act casual, though his thoughts were anything but. “I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to make me fall in love with gardening,” he teased, though there was a hint of sincerity in his voice.

Daisy laughed softly as she set the basket down on the porch. “Well, if I’m being honest, I think you’re already there. Your vlogs have been all about the garden lately.” She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Who’s the real star here, hm?”

Chanhee chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, maybe I’ve been talking about it a lot… But you can’t deny how much better this place looks now.”

Daisy’s eyes softened, her smile gentle. “I’m just glad it’s helping. You seemed like you needed a change of scenery when you first moved in. It’s nice to see you enjoying it.”

He wasn’t sure why, but hearing her say that made his chest tighten. It was as if she could see something in him that he hadn’t even realized. A need for change, for something more than the usual hustle of his vlogs and work. Her presence was like the calm after a storm, soothing in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

“Honestly, I never imagined how much it would mean to have a garden,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I guess I never took the time to appreciate the little things.”

Daisy nodded thoughtfully. “Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the biggest difference.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, as if neither of them felt the need to fill it with words. Chanhee couldn’t help but watch her as she moved around, arranging the flowers in the basket, her fingers moving with the kind of care that came naturally to her. He admired the way she seemed at peace, grounded in the small, beautiful things in life.

“So, are you ever going to tell me why you call yourself Daisy?” Chanhee asked after a moment, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

Daisy paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his, as if caught off guard by the question. She didn’t answer right away, and Chanhee could see the slight hesitation in her expression. He immediately regretted asking, afraid he’d pushed too far.

But then, she smiled softly, the kind of smile that seemed to hold a quiet secret. “It’s just something my dad started calling me when I was little,” she explained. “I was always picking flowers, always with my head in the clouds. I guess it just stuck.”

Chanhee was quiet for a moment, letting her words sink in. It made sense now, the way she seemed so at ease with nature, with the simple act of nurturing life. There was a quiet grace to her, something that made everything feel more… real.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the weight of the moment. “I think it suits you,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual.

Daisy looked at him, her smile a little more knowing. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “I think you’re one of the few people who get it.”

Chanhee felt his heart skip a beat, the connection between them deepening in a way he wasn’t sure how to navigate. But he didn’t need to say anything more. The way she looked at him, the warmth in her eyes, said everything that words couldn’t.

Just then, Changmin and Jacob appeared at the edge of the porch, laughing as they approached, pulling Chanhee’s attention away from the moment. He straightened, clearing his throat.

“Hey, what’s up?” Chanhee greeted them, a little flustered now.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips as he glanced between him and Daisy. “I see you two are getting pretty cozy over there,” he teased.

Changmin smirked. “Do I smell romance in the air?”

Daisy chuckled, the playful banter easing some of the tension that had built up inside Chanhee. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “You guys are impossible.”

Jacob shrugged, looking back at Daisy. “I don’t know. Could be nice, right?” he said with a wink before turning to Chanhee. “Come on, you know you’ve been filming, right? Let’s see the footage.”

Chanhee groaned. “You guys are so predictable.”

As they moved to the backyard to set up for the vlog, Daisy stayed behind, sitting on the porch steps. Chanhee glanced over his shoulder at her before walking toward the others. Her presence, her warmth, lingered in the air, leaving him with a sense of quiet anticipation. Something was changing, and it wasn’t just the garden.

Something between him and Daisy was beginning to bloom.

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The following week, the air was still heavy with the lingering tension that Chanhee had come to recognize as the unspoken connection between him and Daisy. He was doing his best to keep things light—filming his vlogs, editing, and staying busy with his friends. But there was no denying that Daisy’s presence had somehow become a steady rhythm in his life. He found himself anticipating her visits more than he expected. Every time she came, it was as if the house itself became brighter, filled with an energy that was impossible to ignore.

On that Saturday morning, the sun was peeking over the horizon, painting the sky with soft pinks and oranges. Chanhee had set out to capture the morning light for his latest vlog, positioning the camera just right by the garden. His hands moved almost automatically, adjusting the lens, while his mind seemed to drift elsewhere.

His thoughts, unsurprisingly, drifted to Daisy. He hadn’t meant to spend so much time thinking about her, but there it was—her bright smile, the way she laughed, the gentle way she took care of the garden. The way she always brought something new to the space—whether it was flowers, plants, or simply her presence.

The sound of footsteps brought him out of his reverie. He turned, and there she was, walking down the path toward him, a basket of fresh daisies hanging from her arm. She waved when she saw him, and a soft smile curved on her lips.

“Morning,” she called out, her voice light and cheerful, as if she hadn’t noticed the quiet tension that always seemed to simmer between them.

“Hey,” Chanhee replied, his voice a little too warm for his liking. He cleared his throat quickly, trying to regain some semblance of control over his racing thoughts. “You’re early today.”

Daisy shrugged, walking up the porch steps with a playful grin. “I figured I’d come by before the sun gets too high. Plus, I know you’ve got a lot to film today.”

Chanhee smiled back, feeling the familiarity of her words settle into a comfortable rhythm. “Well, I definitely need all the help I can get,” he teased. “You’re the one who makes everything look good, not me.”

Daisy chuckled and shook her head. “It’s the garden that looks good. I’m just here to help it along.”

As she set down the basket of flowers on the table, her hands brushed against his lightly. The brief contact sent a small jolt through him, a spark of something he didn’t know how to name.

“You know,” Daisy said, suddenly serious as she looked at him, “you’ve been doing a great job with these vlogs. I’ve seen your latest uploads—your viewers seem to love the garden content.”

Chanhee smiled at the compliment, but something about the way she said it made his chest tighten. There was a soft admiration in her voice, but also a kind of careful distance. As if she was holding back, unsure of how far to let things go.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, unsure of how to reply to the undercurrent of emotion that had slipped into the conversation. He gestured to the flowers. “I think these will look great in the video today. You’re right. It’s the little things that make all the difference.”

Daisy didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she knelt down to arrange the flowers in a vase, her fingers gentle as she worked. Chanhee stood beside her, feeling oddly out of place, as if there were words between them that hadn’t been said yet.

“So,” Daisy finally spoke, her voice softer than usual, “have you thought about what you’re going to do with this place once the garden’s all set up? I mean, you’ve already got the vlogs going. But… what’s next for you?”

Chanhee blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

She glanced up at him briefly before turning back to the flowers. “I guess I just wonder if you’re happy here. You moved all the way out to the countryside for a reason, right?”

There it was again—the way she saw right through him. He hadn’t even realized he’d been trying to avoid the question, but Daisy was too perceptive to let it slide. His first instinct was to brush it off, to keep things light and easy. But something about her made him want to be honest.

“I thought I’d come out here to get away from everything,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “But I guess I didn’t really know what I was looking for. I think I needed more than just a quiet place to film.”

Daisy looked at him now, her gaze steady and warm. “And do you think you’ve found it?”

Chanhee hesitated. He didn’t know what to say, not because he didn’t have an answer, but because the answer felt more personal than he was ready to admit. “Maybe,” he said softly, meeting her eyes. “Maybe I’m still figuring it out.”

Daisy nodded, her smile returning, though it seemed a little wistful. “I think that’s all any of us can do,” she said gently. “Figuring it out, little by little.”

The words hung in the air between them, a kind of quiet understanding. For a moment, everything felt simple—there was no pressure, no expectations. Just two people, existing in the same space, quietly sharing the journey.

Chanhee didn’t know where this was heading, but in that moment, he realized he didn’t need to. With Daisy, everything felt like it was unfolding naturally, as though they were both in the right place at the right time.

He smiled, his heart lighter than it had been in a while. “Thanks, Daisy.”

She gave him a soft, knowing smile, and then turned back to the flowers. “You’re welcome.”

The breeze picked up, rustling the leaves around them. In that moment, everything seemed to slow down, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

Chanhee didn’t know what would happen next, but he was beginning to understand that maybe that was okay.

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The days seemed to pass in a blur, filled with filming, editing, and moments with Daisy that Chanhee now cherished. Each visit felt like a new chapter, each one more comfortable than the last. There was a rhythm to it now, a gentle pulse that made the house feel like a home instead of just a place to live. As the weeks went by, Chanhee found himself looking forward to Daisy’s visits—not only for the flowers or the garden work, but for her company.

It wasn’t just her laughter or her warmth. It was something deeper—something unspoken but unmistakable. They had developed a quiet understanding, a connection that neither of them had explicitly acknowledged but both had felt.

It was a late afternoon when Chanhee found himself lost in a particularly complicated editing session, the soft hum of his laptop filling the otherwise silent room. The garden, once lush and colorful under Daisy’s careful care, had become a fixture in his videos, the background of so many of his latest uploads. Yet, despite the garden’s success, something was gnawing at Chanhee. He had grown comfortable with Daisy, but the underlying tension between them—the unspoken attraction, the lingering moments of connection—hadn’t gone anywhere. And the more time he spent with her, the more he realized how little he truly knew about her.

As he set the footage to render, he leaned back in his chair and stared out of the window, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. The air had that sweet, familiar fragrance of early summer, and the world outside seemed still and peaceful. But his thoughts were anything but still.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the clock—4:30 PM. It was Daisy.

“Come in!” he called, turning back to his laptop and minimizing the editing software.

The door creaked open, and in walked Daisy, her boots tapping lightly on the wooden floor. She was carrying a small basket filled with what appeared to be fresh herbs and flowers, her usual smile lighting up her face.

“Hey,” she said casually, setting the basket down on the table. “I thought you might want some rosemary. It’ll help with the garden. Plus, it smells really good.”

Chanhee stood up, walking over to her. “Thanks, that’s really thoughtful.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of rosemary and lavender. “This place always smells like the best herb garden when you’re around.”

She laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I try. It’s a good distraction, you know? Plants, flowers—they’re all so simple. It’s like they don’t need anything complicated to thrive.”

Chanhee smiled, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment too long. It was easy to lose himself in her presence—her unassuming charm, the way she spoke with such sincerity.

“You’re really good at this,” he said, gesturing to the basket. “I don’t think I’d have a clue how to care for plants like you do.”

Daisy shrugged nonchalantly, but Chanhee noticed the way she blushed just slightly. “It’s just something I’ve always enjoyed. It’s like… therapy, I guess. Helps me focus, you know?”

Chanhee nodded. He understood that more than she knew. Creating vlogs, filming, editing—those were his forms of therapy, his escape. But it was different with Daisy. He didn’t feel the same need to escape when he was with her. The world felt simpler, even for just a moment.

“Have you always wanted to work with plants?” he asked, stepping closer to her, feeling the distance between them shrink.

Daisy paused, her fingers gently grazing the leaves of a nearby plant. “I’ve always loved nature,” she said, her tone a little more introspective. “When I was younger, my mom used to take me to this little garden by our house. It was her favorite place. I think that’s when I realized how much I liked flowers—how they’re not just pretty to look at but… they can actually make you feel better. Like, in a real way.”

Chanhee watched her carefully, noticing the soft vulnerability in her voice. There was something in her words that seemed to echo his own feelings. He had never really thought about it that way before.

“That’s… kind of beautiful,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the flowers or about the way she said it—how real and honest it sounded.

Daisy met his eyes, and for a brief second, the room seemed to hold its breath. Neither of them spoke, but the moment stretched between them, comfortable and warm.

Finally, Daisy cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Anyway, I’m rambling. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have more editing to do.”

Chanhee blinked, as though waking up from a dream, and then smiled. “No, it’s fine. Stay a little longer.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “You sure? I’m not exactly the most exciting company.”

“I don’t mind,” Chanhee said, a small but genuine smile curving his lips. “Actually, I think your company’s more interesting than anything else.”

She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she sighed in mock defeat. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay.”

They both settled into the couch, the basket of herbs between them. The conversation shifted easily, moving from plants to their favorite childhood memories to random trivia. It was light and easy, the way they always seemed to talk. But beneath the casual chatter, something was shifting. Chanhee couldn’t quite place it, but the connection between them felt more solid than it had been before.

As the evening stretched on and the sun dipped below the horizon, Chanhee found himself reluctant to break the quiet spell that had settled between them. There was no rush to end the conversation, no need for either of them to fill the space with words. Just the comfort of being in each other’s company.

And for the first time in a long while, Chanhee realized that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to look forward to something beyond the garden, beyond the vlogs, beyond anything he had planned.

Perhaps he was starting to look forward to Daisy herself.

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The days following Chanhee’s moment of clarity had been strange. He couldn’t stop thinking about Daisy—the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the way her hands moved as she worked in the garden. But more than anything, it was her words, her openness that lingered in his mind.

“I think that’s when I realized how much I liked flowers—how they’re not just pretty to look at but… they can actually make you feel better. Like, in a real way.”

Those words had followed him into his editing room, into the garden, into the small moments he shared with her. He didn’t realize it at the time, but hearing her speak so candidly about something that meant so much to her had opened something inside him—a door to a deeper connection. He couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He had to fix things.

The next day, after Daisy’s usual visit, Chanhee had made up his mind. He didn’t want things to stay like this—quiet, uncertain. No. He wanted to know her better, truly know her. And if he was going to do that, he needed to apologize for the awkwardness of his recent vlog.

Daisy’s smile had been so bright when she left, but her eyes—her eyes had held something else, something he couldn’t quite read. A hesitation? Or maybe he was just projecting his own uncertainty. Either way, he couldn’t let things sit like this.

He picked up his phone and texted her: Hey, are you free later today? I need to talk to you about something.

He bit his lip, staring at the screen. What if she didn’t reply? What if she thought he was being weird? He let out a breath and hit send.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed. It was a reply.

Sure, I’m free after 5. Is everything okay?

Chanhee let out a small sigh of relief. He quickly typed back: Yeah, it’s all good. Just wanted to clear something up.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to say, but he knew he had to be honest. About everything.

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By the time 5 PM rolled around, Chanhee was pacing around the living room, his heart racing. He tried to distract himself by fiddling with his camera equipment, but it did little to calm his nerves. He kept checking the clock, waiting for Daisy to arrive.

When she finally knocked, it was like a breath of fresh air to him. He was relieved to see her, but also more nervous than he expected.

“Hey,” Daisy greeted him with a soft smile, her eyes a little guarded. “What’s up?”

“Hi,” Chanhee said, a little too quickly. “I—I just wanted to talk. About the vlog.” He stepped aside to let her in. “Can we sit down?”

Daisy glanced at him, her brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded. “Sure.”

They both sat down on the couch, a little awkwardly at first. Chanhee’s gaze darted around the room, his fingers tapping nervously on his lap.

“I… I realize I made a mistake with the last video,” he said, his voice quiet. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t think about how the viewers might interpret things. I just wanted to show how amazing the garden looked, and you were a huge part of that. But I didn’t think about what you might want.”

Daisy looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, her eyes softening. “I’m not mad,” she said slowly, “but I’m not used to being in the spotlight like that. You know? I don’t really like people speculating about me or making assumptions. It’s… weird.”

Chanhee nodded, guilt rising in his chest. “I get it. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have posted it without talking to you first. I just… I don’t know. You’re part of something I’m proud of, and I wanted to share it, but I didn’t think it through.”

Daisy was quiet for a moment, and for a split second, Chanhee wondered if he had ruined everything. But then, she smiled—a small, understanding smile.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft. “I appreciate you saying that. It means a lot. And… I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

Chanhee let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He smiled at her, grateful for her understanding. “Thank you.”

There was a moment of silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt different—like a weight had been lifted. It was still uncertain, but in a way, that felt okay.

“So,” Daisy said after a beat, her voice light, “what happens now? Are you going to put me in your next video?”

Chanhee laughed, though there was a nervous edge to it. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll film you again without asking first.” He paused, looking at her earnestly. “But if you ever want to be in one, I’ll make sure it’s something you’re comfortable with.”

Daisy smiled, a genuine, warm smile. “That’s fair.” She leaned back against the couch, her shoulders relaxing. “Thanks for being honest, Chanhee. I appreciate it.”

Chanhee nodded, feeling his chest lighten. “No problem.”

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They ended up spending the rest of the evening talking—no more awkward silences, just the easy flow of conversation that had always existed between them. They talked about their favorite books, their childhood memories, and how Daisy wanted to start her own business someday. It was simple, but it was real.

As Daisy stood up to leave, she turned to him with a soft smile. “I’m glad we talked,” she said. “It feels like… we’re on the same page now.”

Chanhee smiled back, his heart warming at the sincerity in her eyes. “Me too. I’m glad we’re okay.”

And for the first time in a long while, Chanhee felt certain about something—he was starting to understand Daisy, in a way he hadn’t before. And maybe, just maybe, that was the start of something even more meaningful.

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The evening air had a crisp bite to it as Chanhee stood outside, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The garden was quiet, the soft hum of crickets filling the air. It felt like the perfect moment, yet Chanhee couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to do something huge—something that could change everything.

He’d spent days thinking about this moment. After their conversation, things felt lighter, but there was still something he hadn’t said. Something that lingered in his chest, just waiting to be shared.

He looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, the stars scattered like diamonds above him. His thoughts drifted to Daisy, and how, every time she smiled at him, it felt like the world was a little bit brighter. He wasn’t sure when it had happened—when he’d gone from being just a guy who filmed a vlog to someone who genuinely cared about her. But it had happened. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Daisy: “On my way. Be there soon!”

Chanhee smiled to himself. He didn’t know why, but the thought of seeing her again, talking to her more, made his heart race.

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A few minutes later, Daisy appeared at the entrance of the garden, her silhouette framed by the glow of the porch light. She wore a light jacket, her hair down and a little windblown. As she approached, Chanhee’s heart skipped a beat, his nerves returning in full force.

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice soft but warm, the same as it always was. “What’s all this about? You said you wanted to talk, but you didn’t say about what.”

Chanhee chuckled nervously. “I know, I know. I’m sorry for being so cryptic.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “You’re being dramatic. Just tell me already.”

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I—uh, I wanted to show you something.” He gestured to the small area of the garden that he had carefully prepared. It wasn’t much, but he’d set up a picnic blanket with a few pillows, a small lantern flickering nearby, and a few candles scattered on the ground. The garden, as usual, was alive with the soft colors of flowers, and the air smelled of sweet jasmine. The setup was cozy and inviting.

Daisy blinked in surprise. “What’s this?”

Chanhee shrugged, a bit sheepish. “I just thought… maybe we could have a quiet evening, away from everything. I wanted to make it up to you for being a little thoughtless before. And, well, I didn’t want things to stay weird between us.”

Daisy’s eyes softened as she stepped closer, her gaze falling to the small setup. “This is… really sweet of you,” she said, her voice full of appreciation. “I didn’t expect this at all.”

Chanhee smiled shyly, trying to keep his nerves in check. “I know it’s not much. But I just… I wanted to do something nice for you. I don’t want to make the same mistake again, you know? I want you to feel comfortable, like we’re friends.”

She looked at him for a moment, a soft expression on her face. Then, she nodded. “I’d like that.”

With a warm smile, Chanhee gestured for her to sit down. “Join me? I promise no cameras this time.”

Daisy chuckled, a quiet, melodic sound that made Chanhee’s chest tighten with fondness. “Alright. No cameras, I swear.”

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The night unfolded slowly, as the two of them settled onto the blanket. They talked about their lives—simple, everyday things, the kinds of conversations that didn’t require effort. It was easy, like they’d always known each other.

“I didn’t expect to be living in a place like this,” Chanhee confessed, taking a sip from the bottle of juice he’d brought out. “I thought it would be harder, to make this place into something worth filming, but it’s… actually kind of perfect.”

Daisy smiled, looking around at the garden with a soft expression. “It suits you,” she said, glancing at him. “It’s peaceful here. I like it.”

Chanhee looked at her, his heart pounding a little. There was something in her eyes that made him want to say more, do more. But for now, he was content with this quiet connection.

As the evening wore on, the sky grew darker, the stars above them twinkling like tiny sparks. Daisy rested her head on the pillow beside him, and Chanhee felt a warm calm settle over him.

“This is nice,” she murmured softly, closing her eyes for a moment. “I needed this.”

Chanhee smiled softly, feeling something stir inside of him. “Me too. I think we both did.”

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There was no need for more words. Everything was in the simple comfort of the night, in the quiet, in the unspoken understanding that had been building between them.

Then, softly, Daisy shifted to look at him. “You know,” she began, her voice quiet, “I never thought I’d meet someone like you here. You’re… different from the kind of people I usually meet. In a good way.”

Chanhee blinked, his heart racing at her words. He had no idea what she meant, but the sincerity in her voice was enough to send a ripple of warmth through him.

“I’m glad you think that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daisy smiled, and for a moment, Chanhee swore the world stopped. Her smile, so gentle and kind, made his chest feel tight, like all the stars above were concentrated in that one small, perfect moment.

He didn’t know where things would go from here—what would happen next. But as he sat there beside her, under the quiet comfort of the stars, he was certain of one thing: this, whatever it was, was just the beginning.

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The soft rustling of the leaves was the only sound that filled the air, save for the occasional chirp of a cricket. Chanhee couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the girl sitting next to him. Daisy’s presence was like a quiet comfort, something that had crept into his life so naturally, he almost didn’t realize how much it meant to him until now.

As the night wore on, the candles flickered and the soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows over their little makeshift picnic. The sky above was now studded with more stars than he had ever noticed, and the world felt peaceful. But as he glanced at Daisy, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was simmering between them, something he hadn’t been brave enough to acknowledge until now.

He had always prided himself on being able to stay calm, to keep his emotions in check, especially when it came to personal matters. But something about Daisy made everything feel more intense. There was a quiet pull toward her that he couldn’t ignore, and tonight, sitting in the garden with her, under the stars, he realized how long he had been holding back from something he didn’t even fully understand.

“You know,” Chanhee began, his voice softer than usual, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” He paused, unsure if he should continue. This wasn’t something he typically shared. The vulnerability of it felt too exposed, too much like laying his heart bare. But Daisy was different.

She turned to face him, her eyes catching the dim glow of the lantern. “Thinking about what?”

Chanhee swallowed, his heart pounding. He looked down at the grass between them, then back at her. “About us. About how everything seems to… fit when you’re around. I wasn’t expecting to feel like this. Not so soon.”

Daisy blinked, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words didn’t come right away. Her expression softened, a mix of surprise and something else that Chanhee couldn’t quite place.

“I wasn’t expecting it either,” she admitted after a beat. “But here we are.” She shifted closer, her movements slow, as if she were choosing her words carefully. “I like being around you, Chanhee. I like how easy it is to talk to you. I like how you make me feel like I can just… be myself.”

Chanhee’s heart leaped at her words, the honesty in them making him feel lighter. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made everything inside him feel warm, safe.

“I don’t know where this is going,” she continued, her voice quiet but steady, “but I don’t want it to stop. Whatever this is.”

The way she said it sent a rush of emotions through him—relief, joy, and something deeper. It was exactly what he needed to hear, more than anything else. He had been holding his feelings back for so long, too afraid to acknowledge them, but Daisy’s words made him feel seen, understood.

“I don’t want it to stop either,” he confessed, his words coming out more easily now, as though the weight of them had finally been lifted. “I think… I think I’ve been falling for you, Daisy. In a way that I can’t ignore anymore.”

Daisy’s breath caught at his confession, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The stillness hung between them, comfortable and knowing. Finally, Daisy reached out, her hand gently brushing against his. It was a small touch, but it felt like the world shifted ever so slightly.

“Chanhee,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I think I’ve been falling for you too.”

The words, so simple and yet so profound, settled in the air around them like a promise. Her hand rested in his, and Chanhee could feel the warmth of it spreading up his arm, through his chest. It was as though all the unspoken things between them had found their voice, and now that they were finally acknowledged, the world felt even more connected.

He didn’t need anything more in that moment. Everything was there, unspoken yet understood. He leaned in slowly, his gaze never leaving hers, and in that quiet garden under the stars, he kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed, nor was it filled with the pressure of expectation. It was soft, gentle, and full of everything they had shared—every word, every laugh, every stolen glance. It was the perfect kiss for the perfect moment, the kind of kiss that felt like the beginning of something important.

When they pulled away, both of them were breathless, their hearts beating in sync. Daisy’s eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and her smile was brighter than the stars above them.

“I think this is just the beginning,” she said, her voice teasing but sincere.

Chanhee grinned, feeling lighter than he had in ages. “I hope so.”

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The night stretched on, but neither of them was ready to leave. They stayed there, in the garden, with only the stars above and the soft sounds of nature around them. For the first time in a long time, Chanhee felt like everything was right.

And as the hours slipped by, he realized that it wasn’t just about the stars or the quiet moments they shared. It was about something deeper, something that had begun the moment he opened the door to her with the bouquet of daisies. It was about Daisy, and how she made him feel seen, cared for, and understood in a way no one else had.

For Chanhee, this was the start of something beautiful—something that would grow just as surely as the daisies she planted in his life.

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The sun was just beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow across the yard as Chanhee and Daisy worked side by side in the garden. The once overgrown flower beds had transformed into a vibrant, colorful space, thanks to Daisy’s help. Now, as they carefully planted the last few flowers of the season, it felt like the end of a chapter.

Chanhee wiped his brow with the back of his hand, glancing over at Daisy, who was humming happily as she arranged the final row of daisies. Her presence had become something he looked forward to every week—no, every day. The way she smiled, the way her laugh was contagious, the way she made even the mundane tasks seem fun. It had become clear to him that he was more than just grateful for her company. He was… he was falling for her.

“So, what’s next for you?” Chanhee asked, trying to sound casual, though his heart was racing in his chest. “You’ve been talking about starting your own shop for a while now… any progress?”

Daisy paused, wiping dirt from her hands. “Actually, I’ve been looking at a small place near the town square. It’s perfect for a little flower shop. I just need to save up a bit more before I can make it happen.”

Chanhee smiled, his heart swelling with admiration. “That sounds amazing, Daisy. I know you’ll make it work. You’ve got that magic touch.”

Daisy blushed, looking down at her hands, but there was a quiet kind of happiness in her expression. “Thanks, Chanhee. That means a lot coming from you.”

There was a brief pause, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Chanhee took a deep breath, feeling his nerves creep up. His words were at the edge of his mind, but they weren’t coming out easily.

“Hey, Daisy,” he started, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “I’ve been thinking… a lot. About you. About us.”

Daisy’s expression shifted, and she looked up from the flowers, locking eyes with him. For a moment, neither of them said anything, and the air seemed to grow heavy, like it was holding its breath.

“You know, I—” Chanhee stopped himself, his cheeks suddenly warm. He wasn’t the type to get nervous, but something about Daisy made his words stumble.

Daisy took a step closer, her eyes soft but intense, and before he could lose his nerve, she spoke first.

“Chanhee, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asked gently, a small, playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

He hesitated, then nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’ve… I’ve really come to care about you. A lot.”

Daisy blinked, clearly surprised, but there was something in her eyes—something warm and fond. “Chanhee, I care about you too,” she said, her voice low, as if savoring the words. “I just didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

Chanhee smiled, his heart practically soaring now. He couldn’t quite believe it. After all this time, all the little moments they’d shared, it was finally happening.

But just as he thought he’d found the words to tell her how he felt, a loud sound from behind them startled them both. They whipped around to see Changmin, Jacob, and a few of their friends standing at the fence, all trying to look casual but clearly eavesdropping.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone’s finally confessing their feelings,” Changmin said with a grin, raising an eyebrow.

Chanhee groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys couldn’t just leave us alone for two minutes?”

Jacob chuckled from behind the fence. “Hey, we were waiting for you to finally get your act together. Took long enough.”

Daisy laughed, shaking her head. “You guys are impossible,” she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Chanhee couldn’t help but laugh too, the tension breaking as he caught Daisy’s eye. There was something about her—about their connection—that made everything feel right, even in this unexpected moment.

“I guess we’ll have to pick this up later?” he said with a grin, his heart still racing from the confession.

Daisy smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I think so. But don’t worry, Chanhee. I’m not going anywhere.”

And as the evening carried on with laughter and jokes, Chanhee knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning of something beautiful. But for now, he was content to just enjoy the moment, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

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