#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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# 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.

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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.

[astrae4]

I DEMAND CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GF‼‼

OMG NO BC THIS LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. MASC CHANHEE DRIVES ME CRAZY 😵😵😵

CHOI CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GIRLFRIEND

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First time he met you, the only thing he could think about was how pretty and cute you are. You were both in a cafe, and he was inevitably drawn to you. Was it because of the bows in your hair, the dainty pearls on your neck, or the light and elegant dress you have on? Chanhee has no idea, but oh, how he knows that he’s enticed by your aura.

( He asked for your number then, and you accepted, luckily! ) Weeks come to months and you guys are officially dating! (hurrah!)

Chanhee definitely takes the lead in this relationship! From planning dates, to picking you up, pulling your chair for you, and paying ( you tried to pay a few times, but the man just won’t let you! 😓 it’s okay though, you do your end by batting your eyelashes lovingly at him and holding his arm affectionately after he paid for your things hehe~ 😆 ) your dates’ bills. He even confessed first to you! ( as a man SHOULD. It is their job your honor, I am a firm believer! ) The confession was PERFECT too, by the way. Pink roses, chocolates, and a miffy plush!

Oh, how perfect this man is! He might not look it, but he’s sure as hell strong! ( did you guys see when chanhee carried his members AND his chanel bag at the same time?!?! My nose bled omg ) He carries all your bags for you and even helped you carry your new table in the living space and set it up for you! You fear that you now have a bad habit of not tying your own shoes anymore because the! Man! Does! It! For! You!

Also??? CAN I JUST ADD A SCENARIO?! CHANHEE’S HANDS. They’re so attractive and for what. The way he KNOWS you love it too and always teases you for it! The way he also loves teasing you because you get flustered way too easily for your own good. Just the other weekend, you were unable to reach the menstruation pads because it was placed too high for you and you called him to help you! He asked what it is you need, and you pointed at the pads because it was too embarrassing to say out loud. What happened next was so EVIL of Chanhee to do to you!

“Hm?” What is it you need?” Teased Chanhee, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His index finger lingering in the back of your ear while his thumb grazes your jawline softly. You’re way too flustered to say anything, especially with the way he looks at you—or should I say; the way he looks at your lips.

You look away, muttering “Stop it”, way too embarrassed for your own good. His slender fingers move to each side of your face and your chin, bringing you to look back again him against your will.

“But you have to say it for me to understand, baby…In words.” (HE’S A MENACE AHHHHHHHHHH)

“C-Can you please take the menstrual pads down for me..” you barely got it out. But, Chanhee’s satisfied enough with that reply. “See? Isn’t that easy to ask?” He then follows the sentence by giving you a soft peck on your lips before taking it for you, only to leave nonchalantly. (LIKE? HOW DARE HE???)

Anyways ! 😭 back to the main topic… (sorry i get sidetracked a lot) He also lets you play with his hair and makeup because girly activities are SUPERIOR!! I stand by what I say. Monthly fashion shows featuring your and his closet is a must! You know what else is a must? Him giving you his sweaters of course! They’re big on you and warm, so you often use them to sleep ( sorry chanhee, but they aren’t yours anymore! )

Your honor, he knows the sidewalk rule! He also loves holding your waist when walking, that way he wouldn’t lose you! You love the way you don’t need to use your brain when walking with him cause he’s always guiding you. He’s the big spoon in cuddles for sure (you don’t mind, you love being the little spoon and nuzzling your face on his neck) Loves dressing you up too for the day by the way, it’s his favorite morning activity atp.

You know the okokok lalala trend?? He’s totally the okokok to your lalala. He’s attentive and listens well while you babble about your day. He thinks you’re so cute when you do so! You often speak quietly, so he has a habit of putting his head nearer to you when you speak!

BONUS: MEMBERS’ REACTION

Look. Out of everyone in tbz, this boy literally has the most bbg energy out there, so all his members would definitely have expected that his future girlfriend would have been the pants of the relationship! But then,, you come and visit their dorm for the first time, and? Let’s just say they were shocked!

You walk in: pink silk ribbons in your hair, face dolled up, and your cute long dress swaying as you closed the door with a gift basket FOR them.

You know what shocks them even more? How affectionate Chanhee was with you, and how soft he was around you. Like um??? Gf privileges much!!! 😠 They can’t even get him to accept their aegyo and here he is; untying your shoes, carrying your bag, and smiling with eyes that look at you like you carry the stars??

Out of all the members, Eric would be the first to speak up to you, sending you a big wave. You replied with a small wave and a shy “hello.!” Soon enough, all the members surround you and you get slightly overwhelmed. Chanhee notices this and tells them to go away, pulling you into his bedroom.

“See,” he’d say, “you have nothing to worry about. They love you!” You could only smile, flustered. Chanhee thinks you’re adorable, and gives you the sweetest kiss on your cheek.

Sure enough, they did love you. In fact! They kept pestering Chanhee to bring you over nonstop! He says no to them like 😠🤨😒, though….😓😓 pookie’s a very jealous man…

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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. 

[biaswreckingfics]

hi britt !! wanted to say happy 3k AND happy 5th anniversary 🎉😚💖 for ur celebration event, i was wondering if u could do chanhee + royal au ? i was thinking something like miscommunication like A finds out B is supposed to be married to someone else, but wasn't sure what dynamic specifically 🤧 dunno if that fits ur categories but thank u so much :'))

Thank you, bb!! 🤧🤧❤️❤️ I hope you like this!!

Prince!Chanhee + miscommunication (slight angst)

Confusion floods through you when Chanhee passes by with only a nod. You pause for a moment, questioning what just happened, before you turn around and look at his retreating back. Never once, in your entire time at the palace, has the prince ignored you like this, and it hurts more than you're willing to admit.

"Prince Chanhee," you call out before you can think better of it.

His movement immediately comes to a halt and he turns to face you with a questioning gaze. The two of you stare at each other for a beat before you take tentative steps toward the other. Once the distance is closed, you search his pretty face for answers, but his face is unreadable.

"Is something wrong?"

"Not at all. Why do you ask?"

His formal words have your guard rising and you shake your head. "Don't. We've never been Iike that before, so please don't start now."

Chanhee looks away from you, and it's then that you notice the tick in his jaw. However, before you can ask about it, his bright gaze finds yours. "I hear congratulations are in order."

Your brows furrow. "Congratulations? For what?"

"Your upcoming nuptials," he answers with a barely contained scoff.

The words repeat in your head as you try to process them, but they're so unhinged you can barely fathom them. Slowly, you say, "I don't have any upcoming nuptials."

Chanhee searches your bemused expression. The tethered anger he's hiding slowly drains away. "You're not getting married?"

"Who on earth would I be marrying?" You ask, bewildered.

"But Jaehyun said -" He stops and takes a deep breath. "I was told you're marrying a Duke from the neighboring country."

A laugh bursts out of you at the absurd rumor. Of course, this would somehow come down to Jaehyun. He was always spreading around every word he heard, regardless if it were true or not. You thought Chanhee knew not to believe everything that little weasel said.

"Chanhee, my cousin wants to marry the Duke… I'm too busy being in love with the prince."

[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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[thru-the-grapevine]

Tangled-Up Knots

Characters: Kim Sunwoo, Choi Chanhee/New

Summary: Making his roommate a Christmas present good enough to apologize for all his shenanigans from the rest of the year turns out to be harder than Sunwoo thought.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags: idiot best friend roommates, fluff, humor, college au

Author’s Note: this is a little late for the holidays but ! Happy late holidays!

This was the stupidest looking heap of tangled knots Kim Sunwoo had ever seen.

He tilted his handiwork side to side, nose wrinkling in disgust at himself. You can’t give this to someone. Not unless they’re your enemy.

Which, granted, people often wondered whether Chanhee was his enemy. Even Chanhee. Which wasn’t Sunwoo’s fault at all, not even a little bit. Sunwoo merely liked to prank Chanhee out of fun and friendly affection. Constantly. Nonstop, one might say. With no explanation at all.

Okay, maybe that could easily be construed as enemy behavior.

But it was December, and Sunwoo always started to feel bad about things like that around the holidays. He blamed it on the constant presence of the Hallmark Christmas movies Chanhee liked to watch (and insist he didn’t like watching whilst refusing to let Sunwoo change the channel, holding the remote away from him in a death grip). People were always insufferable and trying to do right by everyone in those movies, in “the spirit of Christmas”. Disgusting.

But Sunwoo was a sucker with a conscience, no matter what everyone else thought. And the disgusting goodwill in the Hallmark movies would be nice of him to try, especially since Chanhee put up with Sunwoo practically nonstop as a roommate.

The deal was sealed when a gift labeled “Sunwoo” appeared under the mini Christmas tree in their living room. After all of Sunwoo’s constant torture, Chanhee had still gotten him a gift. Thus began Sunwoo’s quest for a “sorry I’m an asshole friend” gift that might make up for at least some of his worse hijinks. Sunwoo’s one unnecessary stipulation for himself was it had to be made, not bought. That was the “spirit of Christmas” part. Simple, surely.

The first attempt was a painting. In retrospect, it had felt a little too easy to Sunwoo, since it was from a wine and painting night their friend Kevin had gotten him into for free. It had been fun, to his surprise, and had made him feel a bit guilty for all the times he’d made fun of Chanhee for enjoying them. And it must’ve been too much to ask to have fun while making the gift, because once Kevin got a look at Sunwoo’s painting he’d laughed so hard he’d fallen out of his seat. And if Kevin had laughed, then Chanhee most certainly would.

So the painting was out.

His second attempt was a batch of cookies Sunwoo knew Chanhee liked. In retrospect, the recipe was a little too ambitious for a baker like Sunwoo, the kind of person whose name didn’t belong in the same sentence as the word “baker”. But in his defense, there were instructions; it shouldn’t have been hard to follow step-by-step instructions and get results. Except when he’d been too proud to ask Chanhee the difference between the different measuring cups and spoons, or how cold “chilled” was, or why the self-cleaning option on the oven was on the same knob as the rest of the temperatures. Frankly, it’d been a miracle Sunwoo had convinced Chanhee not to call the fire department and to just let their apartment air out.

“What the hell were you trying to do?” Chanhee had asked through the haze of smoke in the kitchen.

“Annoy you,” Sunwoo had said in a panic to not ruin the surprise, and Chanhee had smacked him upside the head.

So the cookies were out, too.

By the third attempt, Sunwoo was rapidly running out of time. The holidays were only a handful of days away, and both he and Chanhee would be leaving the apartment to celebrate with their families. He had to have it done and ready before they left, or it wouldn’t count. Not according to Christmas spirit.

He’d wracked his brains trying to think of something whilst un-booby-trapping the apartment (a demand made by Chanhee after realizing Sunwoo had managed to reverse the shower knobs as a joke). He couldn’t make him a song, since they liked completely different types of music; how many times had Sunwoo been working on a rap verse only for Chanhee to bang on his bedroom wall and shout at him to keep it down?

This is all his fault, Sunwoo had griped to himself as he opened Chanhee’s closet and dug out the hidden fog machine he’d planted. If he wasn’t so nice all the time….if he wasn’t so thoughtful….if he wasn’t so easy to bother….

He’d found himself glaring at a crocheted dragon on Chanhee’s desk when it came to him. Hey. In a surprising twist, Sunwoo knew how to crochet. He’d learned in an arts and crafts course Chanhee had dragged him along to last semester. It was surprisingly easy and relaxing to do.

He probably couldn’t do an animal like the dragon; that was probably too out of his league. But on god, Sunwoo could make a scarf. Chanhee had been complaining about the cold lately…

Maybe I have some yarn left over from the class. Sunwoo had lugged the fog machine back to his room and done some digging. He hadn’t found yarn, but he had found an old craft store gift card he’d been meaning to gift to his mother for her birthday last year. Sorry, Mom. Chanhee needs it more than you do.

By the next day, Sunwoo had procured several skeins of festive-colored yarn and had dug his old crochet hook out of a desk drawer, and had gotten to work. His friend, Hyunjae, had smirked at him when Sunwoo pulled it from his backpack during lectures, but Sunwoo had ignored this in dignified silence. This was gearing up to be one hell of a scarf; Sunwoo could do the stitches fast, and he even decided to get fancy and swap back and forth between colors.

He’d been so engrossed in his work for the past several days that he hadn’t stopped to check how the entire thing looked. By the time Sunwoo cast off the last stitch, most of the skeins he’d bought were gone. But that’s okay. Sometimes scarves just use a lot of yarn.

Well. Sunwoo realized his mistake that afternoon, when he came home early to wrap the gift and put it under the tree before Chanhee got home from classes. It could have been a bit out of a three stooges scene, Sunwoo pulling and pulling and pulling yard after yard of knobbly scarf out of his backpack. By the time the entire thing came free, the pile of scarf was large enough to completely obscure the toaster oven it sat in front of on the kitchen counter.

“What the hell,” Sunwoo muttered to himself, digging through it and trying to figure out what to do. How long were scarves normally? Maybe he could cut it at some point? No, he couldn’t cut it or the entire thing would unravel. It already looked a little tenuous as it was; Sunwoo had opted for speed over precision.

Sunwoo rubbed a hand over his eyes, hard. This was God punishing him for being a jerk all the time, surely. The moment he’d actually tried to do something nice…

Sunwoo jumped as the door to the apartment clattered open.

“I am cold and I am tired and I am starving!”

Sunwoo leapt in front of the pile of scarf as Chanhee trudged into view, haphazardly kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat.

“I need a bottle of wine and some takeout and maybe a Hallmark movie and I don’t want to hear a single complaint about it or I’ll kill you where you stand.”

“Mmm,” Sunwoo managed out as Chanhee opened the fridge door and slumped against it, scouring the contents within.

“I swear to god my professor is trying to kill me. She wants me to review three of the students’ final projects for that intro class I’m TA-ing. Three! The projects are supposed to be all her thing, I’m only supposed to be her homework lackey. What do I look like, someone with a form and analysis Ph.D?”

Sunwoo knew a loaded question when he heard one. “Long day?”

“You have no idea,” Chanhee mumbled. He pulled wine out of the fridge and promptly yelled, losing his grip on the bottle.

Sunwoo dived across the kitchen and caught the loose bottle. “Whoa.”

Chanhee smacked Sunwoo’s arm. “Yah! Didn’t I tell you to de-booby-trap the apartment?”

“I did, I did…” Sunwoo spluttered, trailing off as he caught sight of a few rubber snakes on a shelf in the fridge. “…oh, yeah. Forgot about those.”

Chanhee scoffed and took the bottle out of Sunwoo’s hands. “Idiot. Get rid of them, please. Nearly cost me a bottle of cab sauv.”

“Yeah, a whole seven bucks,” Sunwoo muttered, digging around on the shelf and grabbing all the snakes.

“What’s this, then?”

Sunwoo whirled around to see Chanhee standing next to the scarf pile, looking at it as he uncorked the wine.

“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Sunwoo scrambled to close the fridge, losing the handful of rubber snakes in the process. He huffed in frustration and crouched down to grab them again, tossing them in the trash bin.

“It’s certainly a whole lot of nothing.”

Sunwoo fought a wince as Chanhee picked up one end of the scarf between his thumb and forefinger, staring curiously. Oh, god. He was going to have to explain this mess. He was going to have to say with his mouth that he’d tried to make Chanhee a gift and failed, that this was the most recent in a long line of failures, and that it was all an attempt to apologize for being an ass all the time, and this was embarrassing, he didn’t know how to make things, he should have just bought some stupid thing instead, he should have just not been an asshole, why was he like this, why couldn’t he just be a normal, nice person, and Sunwoo hated this, actually, he couldn’t bear it. It was too much for one man, even a jerk like him.

Chanhee cleared his throat, and Sunwoo snapped back to attention. 

Sunwoo cleared his throat. “Oh, um. Right. It’s….well, it’s a….”

Chanhee studied the scarf again as Sunwoo stammered, then hummed in recognition.

“Ooo. It’s perfect. Where did you find it?”

Sunwoo stopped scrambling, confused.

“I, uh….I made it. Wait, perfect for what?”

“You made this?” Chanhee raised his eyebrows, looking at the scarf with new eyes. “I didn’t know you knitted.”

“Crocheted, actually. Chanhee, I—”

“This is damn good for you making it. I’m actually impressed.”

Sunwoo snapped his mouth shut, blinking. This…was not right. Something about this wasn’t right.

Before he could take the scarf back and explain or apologize, Chanhee scooped the whole thing up and walked into the living room. “Help me with it?”

“I…uh.” Sunwoo stumbled after him, lost.

Chanhee sat on the floor by the hearth and handed Sunwoo one end. “Here.”

Sunwoo took it slowly, unsure what the hell needed to happen next. Was he supposed to…drape it over Chanhee’s shoulder…?

He blinked as Chanhee straightened out a considerable length of it and tucked it into the lower branches of their little Christmas tree.

“What are you, uhm…” Sunwoo trailed off as Chanhee scooted a couple feet to the right, picking up more of the scarf length and continuing to tuck it in.

Chanhee looked up at Sunwoo with a raised eyebrow. “What, are you going to tell me you’re the angel on top of the tree that holds the other end?”

“I…I’m…” Sunwoo blinked stupidly and looked from the tree, to Chanhee, back and forth.

Chanhee sighed, laughing in exasperation. “Hang up the garland, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo raised his eyebrows. “The…the gar—” Oh. Oh. Well, that…made sense. That was a far more reasonable conclusion to draw about Sunwoo’s disaster knots than “scarf”.

…He should correct him. This was far kinder than Sunwoo’s sad, sorry, knobbly, thirty foot scarf deserved. Much kinder than what Sunwoo himself deserved.

Chanhee looked at Sunwoo curiously. “Why did you make a garland, anyway?”

Sunwoo opened his mouth, shut it, then repeated the process a few more times. “I, um….”

Chanhee cocked his head, and Sunwoo sighed.

“It….it was supposed to be a gift. For you.”

Chanhee blinked. “A…gift?”

Sunwoo couldn’t look at him anymore; he was too embarrassed. “Yeah. I hadn’t gotten to wrap it yet.”

There was a long silence, the rustling of the mini pine tree’s branches the only sound in the room as the two continued to put up the garland.

“You got me a gift? You made me something?”

“Well, yeah, it’s Christmas,” Sunwoo said, as though it was obvious. “And you’re my best friend. I can’t just not get you something.”

Sunwoo glanced at Chanhee and wished he hadn’t when he caught the touched look on his roommate’s face.

“That’s….so nice.”

Sunwoo groaned. “Come on, man, this isn’t a crying kinda thing.”

“Shut up,” Chanhee sniffled. “You’re just….you’re you, all the time, you know, the snakes in the fridge kind of guy, and then you do something like this—”

“It was supposed to be a scarf!” Sunwoo cried. “Okay? A scarf! Not a garland!”

“Don’t you dare badmouth my garland that you made for me!”

Sunwoo groaned. “You can do so much better. I can do so much better than that. This isn’t a bar you want to set.”

“I didn’t set it, you did,” Chanhee sniffed, wiping and eye and then staring in disgust at his hand. “Ew. The tree’s leaking sap, I think.”

“A lovely addition to your garland,” Sunwoo muttered as Chanhee stood up and moved to the kitchen.

“Shut up, you made it for me and it’s a perfect garland and I love it, wasn’t that the goal?”

Sunwoo pursed his lips. “…just feels like I’m getting off too easy.”

Chanhee looked like he was biting back a smile as he made his way to the sink. “Well….it’s Christmas. I can let you off easy, just the once.”

Sunwoo was reminded, for what must have been the millionth time, how astronomically lucky he was to have a friend like his roommate.

Chanhee turned on the sink and immediately yelped, water spraying him directly in the chest. Fumbling around frantically, water going everywhere, Chanhee reached for the faucet knob and shut it back off.

Sunwoo stood frozen, staring in surprise. Oh, shit. Right. “I, uh…I forgot about the rubber band on the sprayer head. Um, sorry…”

Chanhee stood there for a long moment, entire front soaked, before turning to Sunwoo.

“I change my mind. You’re buying our takeout tonight. And extra dumplings. I’m not sharing.”

“I….” Sunwoo rubbed the back of his neck. “….Yeah. Totally fair.”

“And lunch tomorrow.”

“Done.”

[yeonmuse]

MEDDLE ABOUT | DAY 7

PAIRING Guitarist Sunwoo x interviewer Reader x Drummer Eric

WORD COUNT | 2.4k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ pet names like sweetheart and princess, threesome, double penetration, fingering, degradation, use of the word slut, oral , vaginal, dom sunwoo, dom Eric.

SUMMARY The two decide to take you backstage for a more private interview.

MORE | Day 7 of the Groupie Love Series

You were nothing more than a simple intern so you were shocked to say the least when the day after your company had an opportuned interview with Kim Sunwoo & Sohn Youngjae you received a call from their manager. As per usual, you had been sitting behind your desk as bored as ever, your thoughts interrupted by the phone on your desk ringing, on the other line was none other than the manager of Kim Sunwoo and Sohn Younjae. Your company had had eyes on them for years now, the only company having been persistent in trying to get interviews with them. Usually when it came to interviews either the two of them rarely did them or they were usually always busy, but to your surprise this time their Manager called and asked for you specifically.

“Hello is this yn? The intern from Whisper publishing?”

“Mm yes sir this is she, do you need to be transferred to one of our journalists?”

“Actually you’re exactly who I was looking for, we received the copy of the interview entry and the boys aren’t too pleased with it, would you mind coming in for another interview today?”

“Um i’m sorry sir, but i'm only an intern, I actually have no clearance here at the company for interviews.”

“I’ve actually already spoken with your boss and she’s given us the green light, she thinks it would be a good trial for you and has agreed to let us borrow you for the day, so what do you say?”

Of course you said yes, so now here you were standing in the band's living room awaiting their arrival. You stood there taking in the art on the wall when you heard someone clear their throat behind you pulling your attention away from the art and turning to face the direction from which the noise came.

“You came.” Eric eyes you from head to toe as he slowly but surely makes his way inside the room.

“Of course, I'm sorry to hear that the journal wasn’t to your liking, I’ll try my best to make up for it today.”

“Well isn't that sweet.” Sunwoo makes his appearance only moments later, not even sparing you a glance as he enters.

“Maybe your coworker should have done their job properly yesterday.” His comment had hit a nerve, but this wasn’t the time nor place for you to let your emotion get the best of you, pushing your annoyance deep down you simply ignored his comment.

“Chill, it's not like it was her fault, it isn’t like she was the one interviewing us yesterday.”

“Yeah whatever can we get this over with.”

“Are you always this much of a dick?” The words had spilled from your mouth before you realized, earning a laugh from Eric. Sunwoo on the other hand was not so pleased.

“You should really watch your pretty little mouth.”

“Oh I'm sorry, did that bruise your fragile male ego?”

“Aren’t you an intern sweetheart, shouldn’t you know your place?”

“It’s best to just leave it alone sweetheart.” Eric warns earning an eye roll from you. You were completely fed up. Sunwoo was being a complete dick and they both expected you to just sit and take it?

“Intern or not, does that mean I’m supposed to submit to you and just take whatever the fuck you say to me simply for the sake of my job?”

“You don’t know how to watch your pretty fucking mouth, ill watch it for you then. I’ll make sure you leave here knowing how to speak to us.” Within seconds Sunwoo had been up out of his seat and standing in front of you. His hands were squeezing your face as you looked to Eric to stop him.

“Aw look at how she looks at you Youngjae, so cute you think he’ll help you when he’s just as bad as me sweetheart. He's the reason you’re here right Youngjae, seeing you in that white button up and cute little skirt yesterday I guess he couldn’t resist inviting you today.” Sunwoos hands rubbed your waist.

“Guess the secrets out then hm?” Eric sits back in his seat as he watches Sunwoo practically man handle you.

This very situation was something you hadn’t really seen yourself getting into, never had you thought you’d be standing here in their living room one towering over you while the other just watched intently. Sunwoos' voice and the words he spoke were immediately blocked out when his hand met your waist. Feeling his fingers brush across your skin you realized his touch immediately made your brain check out. Your own thoughts now in the clouds rather than your full attention having been on the two of them and getting them to stop. It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your thigh that you were pulled from your thoughts and back into the present.

“Hey sweetheart, you know you really should pay attention when spoken to, another lesson we’ll have to teach her.’’ Sunwoo places a finger beneath your chin forcing you to look at the two of them.

“Much better right Youngjae?’’ Sunwoo turns and shares a knowing gaze with Eric before his gaze shifts back to you. A glimmer in his eyes that had many unspoken desires hidden deep beneath them.

“Well, Since I'm caught there's no reason to play the nice card.” Eric chuckles and gets up from his place on the couch.

“But if you still want me to save you sweetheart I wouldn’t mind keeping you to myself.” Now there you stood trapped in between the two of them, you opened your mouth to speak, wanting to tell both of them off and curse them out for being such obnoxious assholes, but your body was betraying you.

“Nothing to say now sweetheart? You were so mouthy a few moments ago, we should teach her when to speak and when not to speak.” Sunwoos fingers slipped beneath your skirt, hooking his fingers around your panties he pulled them to the side and immediately buried his fingers inside your clit.

“I think she likes it, how pathetic.” Eric laughs and watches the way your face contorts upon feeling Sunwoos fingers enter you.

“What’s pathetic is you ignoring me here for some sick fucking fantasy.” You finally managed to choke out earning a laugh from him and Sunwoo.

“Oooo, so so mouthy, Guess I’ll have to stuff that pretty mouth and fuck it until you learn the way to speak to me.” Eric's gaze suddenly darkened as he looked down at you, any sign of his previous niceness having disappeared from his face.

Mere minutes later Eric was sitting back on the couch, fingers tangled within your hair as he watched the way your lips wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help but admire the way you looked at him like you absolutely hated him. Eyes full of tears, a face stained of makeup now ruined as he forced the entirety of his cock down your throat. Meanwhile Sunwoo seemed to have the most satisfying view, You legs spread wide as he had you bent over, breasts falling loosely from your lifted shirt as he filled you up from behind. His eyes traced her every curve. From the dip in your back to the curves of your waist, but the main visual was getting to watch the way his cock so easily pushed past your folds until he was completely bottomed out inside of you, your tight grip around him immediately pulling a groan from his lips.

“Fuck, if you keep clenching so much you’ll be full a lot faster than you should be sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo groans as he rests his hands on her your waist and his head falls back.

Eric gazes down at you, eyes full of hunger, he wanted to ravish you, to make sure every time you interviewed anyone else after this you’d think of them and the way they ruin you. Placing his hand beneath your chin he presses his thumb down against your bottom lip, not missing the way drool spilled down past your lips and chin as his grip on your hair tightened and he began to thrust further into your throat. Every gag and choke that came spilling from your lips made him eager to hear more of it.

“I knew those lips were good for something. Cant talk back with your pretty mouth stuffed full of my cock can you hm.?” He grunts as he feels your tongue graze his cock, he could never forget the way you had entered the room during the first meeting with your company your lips perfectly glossy and so plump, the moment you entered the room he found himself fantasizing about having your plump lips wrapped around him taking every inch of him without mercy.

It made him crazy, the moment he pulled his cock from the depths of your throat and he heard a soft gag spill from your lips.

“Are you gonna behave sweetheart?’’ Eric couldbt help but take you like art, looking up at him with your tear stained face and swollen lips.

“You're such a pervert.” A moan spills from your lips interrupting whatever it was you were prepared to say, Eric didn’t mind that he was enjoying you struggle with your words, enjoying how mouthy and disobedient you were when it came to talking back to them.

“Am i baby? Am i a pervert when you’re sitting here like a pretty little doll taking both our cocks like a good girl? Let’s not act like you don’t like being stuffed in both your pretty holes. Go ahead and show us your true colors sweetheart, go on.” He was right, he was completely right, as mouthy as you had been the entire time you citizen denied that now it was all for show. You loved it, loved being put in your place, loved them both filling you up and fucking the brat out of you, and Eric saw right through you.

Eric simply sits back and lets you take over, his eyes watching you intently as you gazed at him with such intimate eyes while working your tongue over his tip and shoving his entire cock back into your mouth, the force of Sunwoos thrust forcing him even further down your throat. Sunwoos cock shoved so deep into your cunt you’d have sworn you were seeing stars especially as his fingers met your clit. He rubbed rough circles against you as he watched how his entire cock pushed in and out of you with ease from how wet you were. He didn’t miss the way your legs trembled or how youd desperately fuck back against him which needless to say brought a smirk to his lips. Your moans were swallowed back up as you made sure Eric was also well taken care of in front of you.

“Such a needy little slut, Supposed to be here for an interview and you’re so pathetically taking both our cocks. How unprofessional.’’ Eric's gaze had lingered on you long enough to know that you were reaching your limit, too bad even when you surpassed that limit they didn't plan on being done with you.

“Shit she’s clenching so fucking tight” Sunwoo grunts, his nails digging into the skin of your hips earning a soft cry from you that set a fire in their eyes. As the two of them were closing in on their release it seemed the both of them grew rougher with you, as if competing with one another to see who could tire you out best. Each thrusting into you with rough and merciless thrusts of their hips until both your mouth and cunt were full to the brim with their cum. Eric pulls out with a heavy breath and you are given no time to breathe as you’re immediately yanked into Erics lap and Sunwoo now towered over you. With no warning Eric pulls your hands behind your back and holds your wrists together as he shoves into you making you let out a loud cry. Now you were being stretched out for the second time that night, your sensitivity of having been fucked by Sunwoo combined with Eric now stretching you out made your legs go numb and your eyes roll back. Sunwoo took in the dazed and fucked out look on your face with pride as he forced your head up by pulling your hair back. In no time he had you sticking out your tongue to take him down your throat without him ever having to order you.

“Look at that, such a good girl when you want to be’’ Sunwoo coos as he wraps his fists around your hair, his muscles bulging as he forces your hair into a ponytail and tugs your head forward before forcing his cock down your throat, not missing the gags that spill from your lips before you finally hollow out your cheeks to help you take it. The vibrations of your mouth seem to have quite the effect on him as they immediately provoke a moan to spill from his lips. All while Eric guides the rotation of your hips in his lap, his fingers playing with your nipples as if strumming the strings of a guitar. His hips bumping against your ass with each thrust, the sounds of moans and heavy breathing filled the room as they both drilled into you. Eric found delight in watching the way you bounced in his lap, while hearing the sweet sound of your pleasured cries as they both fucked some manners into you.

Both of them loved the way you seemed to fall apart, that mouthy woman from moments ago seeming to have gone away as you sat between the two of them taking their cocks like an obedient little thing. With a loud groan Eric forces you further down onto his cock, pressing his hips against your bare ass as he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt completely coating her walls. Sunwoo ,wasn’t too far behind, his cum spilling deep into the canal of your throat.

“Look at how good you are when you just sit and listen.” Eric chuckles as he spreads your folds apart with his fingers watching how both he and Sunwood cum came spilling out of you.

“I don’t mind her being a brat we’ll just have to fuck it out of her over and over again.”

[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

[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

[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

[jinkoh]

we keep this love in a photograph

chanhee x gn!reader x changmin

tags: established poly relationship, hurt/comfort, reader is feeling a little lonely, idol q & new; SFW

wc: 1.5k

a/n: new's ig post with the picture of him and changmin brushing their teeth is to blame for this somehow, even though it doesn't rlly have anything to do with the plot of this fic lol also thank you @blizzardfluffykpop for coming up with ideas for this with me (and for letting me use them)<3

Masterlist

Your fingers wandered over the spines of the photo albums, all of them neatly arranged on the shelf in the living room, a collection of your precious memories. After a moment of consideration your hand stopped at 2021. It was the first album Chanhee had made for the three of you. It’d been a christmas gift for Changmin and you, something to commemorate that first year of your relationship. You remembered tearing up when you first looked through it together, Changmin and you each taking up one side of the couch with your boyfriend in the middle. Chanhee had taken his time turning the pages, reminiscing over the pictures he’d taken over the course of the year. At times, Changmin and you would chime in with little stories and details you remembered.

It was hard to believe all of that was almost three years ago. You missed those days, tonight more than ever. You took out the album and sat down on the fuzzy pink rug on the floor that Changmin and you had bought for Chanhee’s birthday last year. He’d loved it so much that he’d immediately laid down on the soft material, all smiles and giggles. This year, he hadn’t been home for his birthday and neither had Changmin. Of course that was just the reality of their job, but not being able to celebrate with them had made you feel incredibly lonely. These days you were feeling lonely a lot. They were gone so much that you basically lived alone in a flat too big for just one person. And when they were home, like now, sleeping soundly, you still felt oddly isolated. As if all the time spent apart made you forget how to be together.

With a small sigh you opened the album, thumbing through the pages and letting yourself be overcome with the nostalgia of that time. There were pictures of the three of you in the dorms or in your cramped little flat with the ugly mismatched tiles (you’d only moved in together the year after). There were picnics and birthday cakes and pictures from the little trip to the beach you took at the end of that summer. And of course, pictures from Halloween, with a completely hyped up Changmin grinning widely into the camera, his Chucky costume all in place. You remembered the way he’d sulked mere minutes before that, frustrated because he couldn’t get the make up right. 

"What are you doing, love?" Chanhee asked softly, trying not to make you startle but you did nonetheless. You hadn't noticed him coming into the living room at all, but now he was walking over and sitting down on the rug behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder so he could look at the photobook in your lap.

"Oh? Halloween from 3 years ago?" He said with a soft chuckle when he spotted the photos of Changmin in his Chucky costume. "I'll never understand his love for these dolls but he looked kinda cute though. Especially when he asked you to fix his make-up, all pouty."

"Yeah," you couldn't help but smile too, remembering your other boyfriend's adorable face. "We were really happy then."

You felt Chanhee looking at your side profile but you didn't try to meet his gaze.

"We're happy now too," he said but it almost sounded like a question.

You pressed your lips together.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He was so gentle and caring, not the slightest bit of pressure in the way he asked. And yet it felt so hard to respond.

"I—" you paused, feeling yourself choke up, "I miss you."

Chanhee's arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. "But lovey, we're here, we're right here," he whispered close to your ear.

"Are you really, though? Sometimes I feel like with your job you're more away than here and I know it can't be helped, it's just—I'm lonely. You're always together, you have each other, you don't have to miss each other, but I'm always alone."

"Oh, love," he pulled you even closer, his arms around you warm and safe. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that we made you feel lonely. But you know we miss you too, right? We might be together, but we miss you all the time and we talk about you all the time. You're really precious to us. We don’t miss you any less just because we’re together."

"I know, I know, it's just—" you bit your tongue. What point was there in saying anything anyway? It wasn’t like he could really change the situation. Voicing your stupid insecurities would only make him feel guilty. "Nevermind."

"But I do mind." He nudged your jaw with his nose. "Tell me."

"It's stupid."

"Tell me anyway. I'm an expert at listening to stupid things."

"I don't know," you fumbled with your fingers, trying not to let tears well up in your eyes, "Sometimes I just wonder where I fit in with the two of you… if at all."

“Of course you do!” His voice sounded heated, just so desperate to reassure you, but when he continued it turned weak instead, way too aware that what he, what they could offer wasn’t the best deal. “I know there isn’t enough time, there never is. And I wish there was an easy solution to that, but I can’t see one. I—we can’t always make time for you the way you deserve. But I promise we’ll always make room for you. We can’t always be together, but there will always be space for you. Am I even—Does that even make sense?” His voice quivered and you felt yourself choking up at how desperate he was to make things right.

“I’m just—You’ll always have a home with us. And you’re home to us, too, you know? No matter how long we’re away, this is our home. You are.” He paused, leaning his forehead against your back and you thought you felt him shaking. “Is that not enough? Can’t that be enough?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, pointlessly trying to stop the tears that were already spilling out. No matter how lonely you felt at times, there was no way you could let go of this, not when you were loved this much, not when you loved them this much.

“It’s enough,” you whispered, your hands moving to cover his that were still wrapped around your body. “It has to be enough.”

“What are you doing?” Another sleepy voice interrupted you. Changmin was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes before shuffling over and laying down next to you. You automatically lifted up the album in your lap so he could rest his head on your thigh.

“Don’t just leave me behind,” he mumbled, eyes already falling shut again, “It’s lonely.”

"See?" Chanhee left a small peck on your cheek, "we get lonely too."

"Really lonely," Changmin agreed but he was clearly half asleep again.

Chanhee carefully stood up, making sure not to disrupt your boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, following him with your eyes as he walked over to the glass cabinet where he kept his film camera.

"I have an album to fill, right?" He replied back with a smile before lifting his camera to take a picture of you and Changmin.

"Come here," you waved him over, "you should be in it too. We don't have enough pictures of the three of us."

With a smile he sat back down behind you, turning around the camera and stretching out his arm to capture all three of you.

"Satisfied?" He asked with another peck to your cheek.

"One more, for good measure," you replied before turning your head and kissing him back. He smiled and lifted the camera once more, your lips still on his cheek when the shutter clicked.

"Unfair," Changmin mumbled, "where's my kisses?"

You chuckled fondly, leaning down to plaster his face with a zillion little pecks until he broke out into sleepy giggles. "Okay, okay, enough already." You pressed just one more kiss to his lips before pulling away. 

"Should we go back to bed?" Chanhee asked, his head resting on your shoulder again while his hand reached around you and gently brushed a strand of hair out of Changmin's forehead. “It’s late.” 

"Let's stay here a little longer," you replied, not quite willing to let go of the sweet warmth and comfort yet. All of this felt so familiar, so much like home. Maybe you hadn't forgotten how to be together after all, maybe it'd just been your insecurities getting to your head and making you overthink. After a beat you added, "I think I'm really happy right now."

"Me too," Chanhee whispered into your ear.

"Me too," Changmin mumbled in your lap.

Masterlist

[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!

[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

[byuntrash101]

the boyz masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

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