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deoboyznet · 11 months ago

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heads up, here's maya's submission for the holiday exchange event! give their fic lots of love <3

even if the world caves in,

pairing . chanhee x gn! reader (ft. vernon of seventeen) about . 12.8k words, fluff + angst, e2l fake-dating warnings . smoking, alcohol, cursing, suggestive (allusions to sex at the end), descriptive food mentions, y/n and chanhee are idiots chanhee lowkey doesn't deserve y/n, the plot kinda doesn't make sense but fuck it we ball ok, pls lmk if i missed things bc i probably did, also i wrote most of this at ungodly hours of the night and this is not proofread take this as your warning

synopsis . after your big break in cinema, the last thing on your mind is a relationship. unfortunately for you, the public has other plans, forcing you together with the journalist who's entire career is dedicated to your downfall. note . this is my submission for @deoboyznet's secret santa fic exchange! hihi @heemingyu i'm your secret santa!! (i'm so sorry this is like two days late and probably rushed forgive me) i went through like four different plots before settling on this one and writing it in one week 😭 i hope you enjoy!!! also thank you to @juyeonszn for staying up until 6am to beta for me what the fuck. ilysm. tagging . @invuwrld @gfksn @stealanity

Lately, the only thing that seems to greet you is the buzzing sound of your phone, incessant until silenced by your tired fingers.

You reach over as you stir awake, the action almost second nature to you as your hand catches ahold of the sleek object. You hit random buttons until your desired effect comes into play, answering the phone call and putting it on speaker, and you already know who it is before their voice even drifts through the microphone.

“Y/N! Get your ass up, you’re on the headlines.”

“Again?” you whine, rolling over in bed. “Is it good news or bad news this time?”

The man on the other end laughs, bitterly, and you push yourself off the bed in response. Your manager laughing, especially like that, is nothing amusing, and you rub your eyes as you try to get yourself awake.

“Oh, it’s bad, alright. Open your fucking phone, Y/N.”

You do exactly that, immediately thumbing over to Twitter and seeing your name trending. Afraid of which one of your many stupid decisions has made the headlines today, you press the hashtag, cringing at the first picture.

“Of course, they got pictures of me drunk,” you mutter, scrolling through the list. “Wasn’t this Juyeon’s private party, like months ago? How did these photos leak?”

“It doesn’t matter Y/N,” your manager sighs from the other side, and you feel a twinge of guilt for always putting him through this situation, “you’re an actor. Nothing in your life is private anymore, especially you pole dancing on top of the bar.”

Your facial muscles twitch as you come across the aforementioned picture, seeing yourself busting out dance moves on the marble. You have to hold back a laugh, seeing how something so ridiculously insignificant is dragging your name through the mud right now.

“But Vernon, you have to admit, the pictures are kinda hot.”

He grumbles on the other side before he cuts the call, and you fall into bed giggling, scrolling through other pictures. You have a cigarette in one hand and a tequila glass in the other, and that explains why you remember absolutely nothing about that day.

A text notification appears at the top of your screen, and you swipe down to see none other than Vernon who you were on call with five seconds ago. He’s sent you the link to an article followed by a message.

This is the article that leaked the video. Check out the name.

You click on the link, and your face falls at the name of the website. It falls even more when you see the name of the writer, and you press your fingers to your forehead. You immediately call Vernon again, watching the phone ring twice before he picks up.

“Can we fucking blacklist him, Vernon?” you seethe, gripping your phone tightly.

“I’m afraid not. He’s just a journalist, not a stalker.”

“He might as well be with the way he’s always up to date with my private information.”

You punch your pillow, watching your fist pathetically curl into the bedding. It doesn’t have its intended effect, only reminding you of how weak you are physically and mentally. You don’t get into scandals often, probably because you’re a rare, good person in the horrible field that is Hollywood, but whenever you do, you have one journalist to thank for it.

“I told you, nothing is private in your life anymore.”

Vernon goes off on a tangent about how you should’ve been more careful, how you shouldn’t have drunk your ass off, but you can’t find it within you to care. There was technically nothing wrong with what you did (except for maybe the indecency, but it’s a bar for fuck’s sake), but as a famous actor with a huge fanbase, you understand why your manager is angry. Dancing on top of a counter and smoking should not be the kind of precedent you set for your fans, especially the younger ones, and your actions have a lot more weight to them now that you’re in the public eye.

It’s just stupid because you’re a regular person. At the very least, you deserve to have some privacy regarding decisions you make, especially ones that are so insignificant.

“Vernon,” you interrupt, “it’s okay. My movie is coming out later this week, so I think it’ll die down quickly.”

“I know, but you’re lucky that this was a trivial issue. If you get caught in something truly fucked up, another movie won’t be able to save you.”

“I’ll be more careful. I promise.”

He hangs up, reminding you that you have a screening to attend later today and an interview. Your eyes drift back to the article again, reading the headline.

Hollywood’s favorite celebrity turned dancer.

You shut your eyes, breathing in and out so you don’t lose your composure. The universe is lucky you’re a rational, decent human being because if you weren’t, the writer who’s been practically harassing you would’ve been long eliminated by now.

Choi Chanhee, you read, familiar with the name. The infamous writer that’s always on your tail. It’s as if he dedicates his whole life to ruining you because he’s always the first to write things that make your crown slip. Almost all of your scandals, from particularly stupid ones at the beginning of your career to your most recent one, have been written by him. He’s practically obsessed with you at this point, and you don’t know what it is about you that ticks him off.

You toss your phone to the side, trudging over to the bathroom to get ready. Unlike Chanhee, you don’t have the time or patience to worry about trivial things like gossip pages. Choi Chanhee is just one, minor obstacle in your way. Just someone insignificant.

A long time ago, the flashing lights of cameras would’ve blinded you. Now, as a seasoned actor, you’re quite immune to the brightness that surrounds you when you walk the red carpet. You smile and pose, reveling in the cameras and the interviews that follow, asking for details about your current movie and the process behind the scenes.

You’ve just finished off an interview about the movie’s wardrobe when a black-haired man comes up to you. The lens of his thick glasses shines against the cameras in the background, and you have to look down to avoid the glare from the reflection.

You read his name tag and your face drops. You immediately look up, putting on a forced grin.

“Choi Chanhee. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He smiles, and the corners of his mouth curl as if he knows of your extensive distaste for him.

“It seems you know who I am already. Let’s get started with the interview then. First question: do you have anything to say regarding your latest scandal at the bar?”

You’re gritting through your teeth as you answer.

“No comment. Next question, please.”

“What are your opinions on the latest controversy surrounding Lee and Co., the production company behind your movie?”

He fires off a few questions, all as controversial as the last, and the only thing that keeps you from slapping him right there and then is your media training that Vernon had drilled into you while in the car.

“He will be there,” Vernon had said, fixing your watch, “don’t give him anything to work with. Just focus on promoting your movie.”

You’ve followed his advice for the solid ten minutes Chanhee has bombarded you, but even your patience is wearing thin. You’re tired of being asked about the same scandals repeatedly from different angles, and you have to admit that even if he’s doing an amazing job as a journalist, it’s not looking good for your conscience.

“Chanhee,” you interrupt, watching him pause in the middle of a question, “do you have any substantial questions about the movie, or are we done here?”

His face contorts as if he had just been thrown tomatoes at, and the devil in your brain beams from his expression. He flips through his notes, flicking through a couple of pages before landing on one that’s up to his liking.

“Okay, one last question then. Who was your favorite person to work with during this movie?”

You pause, mulling over the question. You watch as his eyes traverse his notes, and you wonder what trick he has up his sleeve. You guess that he will probably bring up something about the person who’s name you’ll recite, so you think carefully before answering.

“I don’t have one particular favorite. I love them all,” you answer honestly and safely, with no room for scrutiny.

He nods, shutting off the recorder before packing his bag and giving you a slight bow. The narcissist in your brain revels in how good he looks bowing down to you, but you pay your respects in return.

“Thank you for your time, Y/N.”

You watch as he saunters off, probably off to his crew, and you blink a few times before shifting your attention to the next reporter with an eager smile.

Hours later, you find yourself outside, exchanging the chaos inside for a fresh breath of air. Your director has indulged in an after-party, one you’re grateful for too, but after a couple of glasses of wine and many more hours of talking to fellow celebrities, you need a moment of solitude.

The air outside is crisp and cool, and you find yourself wishing you’d brought your jacket out to accompany you. Your vision is slightly blurry and your stance is wobbly, but you find a bench nearby to take a seat at. You stare at the pond across from you for a while, throwing rocks into the water and watching how far they travel.

A cigarette accompanies you, and the puffs of air you release are visual representations of how relaxed you want to feel. You’ve just released a movie, and you should be thankful, but as an actor, your mind never rests due to the endless possibilities you can ponder over. Moments like these where you find yourself completely alone, with nothing to worry about, are rare, and you try to curb your mind from ruining the moment by overthinking.

However, your moment of peace is interrupted by a loud shutter behind you, and you quickly turn around, afraid of what the paparazzi would say if they caught you like this. A figure disappears around the corner, but as you hear the clacking of their footsteps, you know exactly who it must be.

“Chanhee, I know it’s you.”

Moments pass before he steps out from behind the wall, holding a camera in his hands. The object, in contrast to the suit he wears, is so uncoordinated that you burst into a fit of laughter, over-emotional from the wine you had earlier.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks cautiously, treading the waters.

“I didn’t know you were a photographer too! You’re an all-rounder for sure.”

“Look,” he whispers as if his guilt will excuse his actions, “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay.” You pat the empty space next to you. “Here, sit next to me.”

He takes a seat warily, as if you have a gun in your hands, but relaxes once he sees you dangling your feet. It’s uncharacteristic for him to be sitting next to you, heck, even interacting with you, but you don’t seem to really mind as you throw another rock into the water.

“Why do you hate me?” you ask, staring at him with glossy eyes. “What did I do that was so wrong?”

“Are you drunk?” he asks instead, realizing this isn’t the pristine condition he saw you in a couple of hours ago.

“It doesn’t matter,” you sniffle. “What did I do to make you absolutely despise me?”

Chanhee sighs, staring at the ripples in the pond. He picks up a rock, swinging it as far as he can before it settles to the bottom of the pool. It goes way farther than any of the rocks you’d thrown before, and you pout miserably as you cease your ministrations.

“It’s my job. I get paid for writing about your downfall.”

“But… you don’t have to be so mean about it.”

Chanhee recognizes that he won’t get anywhere with this argument because you’re drunk, so instead, he turns to you, placing his hands on your shoulders so you look at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Here, I won’t even post the pictures that I took today.”

He deletes the pictures from his camera, showing you after it’s done, and you surprise him by throwing your arms around him. You’re too far gone to realize the weight of your actions, but he isn’t, so he tries to gently pry them off his shoulders.

“Thank you,” you whisper after he’s done, slumping across the bench half-asleep, “thank you for being nice. For once.”

He blinks once, twice, before he exhales, turning around on his heel and disappearing into the darkness. Later, when Vernon picks you up from the bench, you tell him that a pretty fairy saved you from disaster. He won’t believe you, but you know it’s true in your heart.

You’re nursing your hangover when you decide to turn on the news. You settle into your comfortable couch, holding a bowl of hangover soup and trying not to succumb to the pain radiating throughout your forehead.

Not often do you watch the news, choosing to opt out because it’s usually annoying and gives you a headache, but Vernon’s somehow using two devices to watch his show on Netflix so you’re forced to resort to this. You think you might die if you don’t distract yourself from the migraine that’s been occupying your senses, so the news will have to suffice.

You flick through the channels, not interested in the politics or the weather, but your fingers pause when a bright pink headline catches your eye. It’s the gossip channel, and this is usually the channel you’re warned to stay far away from, but you can’t help but watch the video playing when the headline specifically features your name.

Y/N caught in a secret relationship, embracing a secret lover by the pond.

Your mood turns sour when the clip features events from last night, ones that are still fuzzy in your brain. You didn’t expect to be reliving this situation, but your heart all but drops when you realize the snippet features you and Chanhee in the frame, hugging each other as if you had indeed been lovers. The worst part is that Chanhee didn’t even reciprocate, but that isn’t featured in the headline, so it truly does look like you two have a thing for each other.

This time around, you call Vernon first instead of the usual.

“Y/N,” he whispers groggily as if you had woken him up, “what happened?”

“Please turn on the fucking news Vernon.”

You hear shuffling from the other side, a few minutes of rustling before you hear the blaring of the TV and a similar sound drifting through his microphone. You get a few minutes of pin-drop silence before all hell breaks loose.

“Who the fuck is that?!” he exclaims, and you hear his feet angrily pacing around. “Was this last night? I thought I told you to be more careful, to look out for your surroundings—”

“Vernon, it’s Chanhee.”

The only thing you hear from Vernon is his angered breaths, and it takes mere seconds before you burst into tears, fed up by this situation and the terrible migraine you still have. You just want to curl up into a ball and never step foot into the universe again, and your resolve only strengthens when the line goes dead. You can’t help the tears that come to bay, rippling through you like a shockwave that never seems to end.

Insistent knocking at your door a few moments later is the only thing that stops the tears from falling, and you quickly wipe them before opening the door. Vernon stands at the other side, his hands in his pockets and eyebags above his cheeks, but his gaze softens when he sees your puffy eyes and you hugging yourself.

He brings you into his embrace, your tears staining his hoodie, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. Vernon just caresses your back, knowing the only thing you need right now is a gesture of comfort, and you burrow into his chest further. Right here, in the middle of your entryway, Vernon provides you with the best version of reassurance he can offer: a simple, caring hug.

“I was drunk,” you mutter when you’ve calmed down, speaking through the sniffles that escape you, “and we were just talking. You know I get touchy when I’m tipsy.”

“I figured,” he says, unraveling himself from your embrace. “Does the press know it’s him?”

“No, but I expect they’ll find out soon enough.”

You follow him as he takes a seat on the couch, watching the headlines on the TV. The gossip channel has long moved on from your news, but you haven’t, and fear of what will happen to either you or Chanhee is killing you.

“We need to contact him before then,” he voices, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “I think I know someone from his office.”

“Wait, why?” you ask, trying to peer over at his phone, watching him scroll through his contacts. “Wouldn’t it just be best to let the rumors die down?”

“If this was a celebrity, we could’ve done that. But Chanhee is a regular human being, and this could potentially destroy his career.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you murmur under your breath, watching Vernon deadpan.

“Look, I know you hate him, but he doesn’t deserve to be criticized for something he didn’t even do. Let’s just talk to him and see what he has to say, okay?”

You nod, falling back on the couch. The migraine still bothers you, and you rub your fingers across your forehead to massage it.

Five days ago, you would never have expected to be in this position. To you, Chanhee was just a name on a screen, a faceless figure haunting your dreams. How fitting is it that his very first encounter with you led to your worst nightmare?

You hear Vernon dial his contact, watching the phone ring several times before a line picks up. Vernon speaks gratefully, grabbing the pen and paper that you have lying around on your coffee table as he scribbles down some information.

“We have a meeting,” he says, showing you the piece of paper, “in five hours. Be ready by then.”

Just what exactly have you gotten yourself into?

The bright lights and white walls in the meeting room make it look like a prison cell, and the atmosphere does absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. You’re tapping your foot anxiously, sitting in an unfamiliar space in an unfamiliar building, but Chanhee requested a meeting in his office building, and you have no other choice but to go with it.

You’d be lying if you said you were nonchalant about the whole atmosphere, but you try to keep yourself composed as you wait for him to enter. Vernon sits beside you, going through some papers in his briefcase that only a manager would know about, and his presence is the only thing keeping you grounded right now.

“Just let me do the talking, okay?” he’d said before entering, “The last thing we need is another argument on our hands.”

Even though the comment offended you, you honestly would be better off trusting his judgment. You and Chanhee don’t exactly have the best track record, and if either one of you says something even slightly off, the room would probably explode into insults. You honestly don’t even have the strength anyway to hold up a fight, so you slump into your chair, adjusting your jacket and reeling in your patience.

The doorknob twists and you and Vernon straighten your postures, trying to look presentable for your audience. Chanhee enters, followed by a blonde-haired who you’d assume to be his boss, and you rise so you can shake their hands. Chanhee ignores your attempt at waving a white flag, choosing to shake Vernon’s instead before sitting down at a seat, but his boss smiles and grabs your palm tightly in his.

“Hello, I’m Sangyeon. It’s nice to meet you.”

You exchange pleasantries as you sit down, and once you get over the initial awkwardness, you shut your mouth and wait for Vernon to speak up.

“So, I’m sure you guys have seen the news and are well aware of why we’re here.”

Sangyeon nods, urging him to continue.

“I understand what you might be feeling right now Chanhee,” Vernon follows, catching Chanhee’s gaze, “and we’re extremely sorry for the trouble that this has caused you. However, I have a proposition that might benefit both parties, if you are interested.”

Chanhee’s silence prompts Vernon’s explanation, and you lean in, curious about what he has to say too. Vernon had offhandedly mentioned that he had a deal to make, but you don’t have the slightest clue as to what he’s about to propose.

“I was thinking we play into the rumors. We can say Y/N and Chanhee met at a press conference and hit it off a couple of weeks ago. After we plan a few more appearances, we can stage a public breakup in a few weeks so that everything can go back to normal.”

You blanch, ready to refuse the idea, but Chanhee beats you to it.

“Why would I agree to a relationship with Y/N?”

“Hey,” you start, offended by his implications, “what’s wrong with dating me?”

Chanhee scoffs.

“Don’t even start, Y/N. This is all your fault after all. I didn’t know you liked me that much that you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

You’re seeing blood red, crazed at the malice behind his words.

“I was tipsy! And how was I supposed to know that someone was stalking us? If anything, it was your fault for deleting those pictures and being nice to me.”

The room erupts into chaos as you throw petty insults at each other, similar to a catfight. It takes Vernon holding you back physically to get you to calm down, but even after you’ve calmed down, you’re still staring daggers at him.

“Look, Chanhee, I understand this is not ideal for either of you given the nature of your jobs. But if you think about it, when the press finds out that it’s you in the picture, how will you be able to resume your writing? Who will take you seriously if you write hate articles about the very person that you were caught with?” Vernon asks, trying to reason with him.

Chanhee falls into silence, and he looks at his manager. His manager offers him a pitiful glance, knowing that Vernon is right.

“You don’t have to be lovey-dovey with each other,” Vernon continues, hoping to ease the terms. “You just have to appear in public for a couple of dates. We can use your old articles to prove that you guys have had romantic tension, so we’ll have background evidence too. When Y/N breaks your heart in a couple of weeks, you’ll have the perfect reason to continue writing hate articles.”

“It’s like enemies to lovers to… enemies, right?” Sangyeon asks, humming after Vernon nods, “I think it’s a good idea Chanhee. You’ll gain a lot more exposure after the whole thing is over too. If we continue going as it is, the press will ruin your career, and I’d have no other choice but to fire you. I think this is the best decision for your future and the company.”

Chanhee sighs, rubbing his temples. As much as you despise him, you can sympathize with the fact that he has a difficult decision looming over his head. The fate of his career rests in your hands, the person he’s dedicated a lifetime to ruining, and you can imagine just how insane his internal conflict might be.

“I’ll do it,” you voice, watching the room’s reactions carefully.

Chanhee’s eyes shoot up at you, clearly not expecting your admission.

“I would hate to be the reason you had to quit something you love. Besides, I’ve been in too many scandals recently anyway; I think a relationship could do my career some good.”

You don’t know if your attempt at a joke resonated with him, but his shoulders relax and he bores his eyes into you. His eyes are sharp and feline-like, but his brown pupils are almost the exact opposite, thoughtful and deep. He’s a little pretty, you realize, when he’s not trying to sabotage your entire career.

You’ve tried to stay level-headed after your argument earlier, as a gesture to Vernon, but you can’t contain your surprise when he nods a few minutes later.

“Okay, I’ll go with your plan. But I want four weeks, not five.”

“Deal,” you say, reaching over with an open palm before Vernon can even say anything.

This time around, Chanhee does reciprocate your gesture, shaking your hand firmly. The white flag flies freely over your heads, and you can only pray that these next four weeks will be over just as quickly as they started.

The news blows up fairly quickly after it’s published, even faster than any of the scandals you’ve been in. After the announcement your companies sent out confirming your relationship, you posted a picture of Chanhee to your Instagram story to show support from your side. Never have you garnered so many notifications in a single day, but you’re not complaining. You suppose your fans have also been waiting for you to get into a serious relationship, seeing that you’ve been single since your acting debut, so the update is received with a mostly positive reaction that you’re thankful for.

However, just the news and a picture alone aren’t going to cut it. Arguably, the hardest part of this whole ordeal is your interactions with Chanhee, making your relationship believable enough so your fans don’t think this is the PR stunt like it really is. Your first order of business is taking Chanhee along on a date tonight to a movie premiere, the first actual public appearance you two will be making.

To say you’re nervous is an understatement. The last time you saw Chanhee, it took Vernon’s presence to stop you from biting his head off. How will you even survive a whole event together, let alone act like a couple?

You tell Chanhee to show up a couple of hours earlier so you can plan out the details, unable to keep your nervousness at bay. You don’t know if Chanhee is as anxious as you, but Vernon always says it’s good to stick to a plan, so calling him over isn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had.

Actually, it might be a little bit bad.

“Wow,” you say, your throat suddenly parched from seeing his clothing, “you clean up nicely.”

Nice is the simplest you could describe his outfit. He’s wearing a black suit, indented polka dots scattered across the black cloth. Paired with a white shirt underneath and matching tie, along with those round glasses that are definitely growing on you, he looks just like another A-list celebrity in the crowd. Maybe even a model if you would care to admit it.

“Thanks,” he mutters, unbuttoning the jacket to strew it across your couch, “it’s kinda hot in here, no?”

You would agree, but your mind is currently occupied with how delicious he looks in just a simple white shirt and a tie. You have half a mind to tell him that he really should quit his job and become a model instead, but you settle for nodding instead.

“It’s probably because of all the facial stuff we did earlier,” your stylist Kevin says, walking over to place clips in your hair, “it’ll calm down in a little bit.”

Chanhee’s eyes widen when Kevin enters, his eyes staring at you in panic and moving over to Kevin before they travel back to you. You laugh, amused with how seriously he’s playing the part.

“He knows,” you reassure him, “most of my close staff know, so you don’t need to worry.”

Chanhee exhales in relief, his head drooping down into his arms. Kevin meets your gaze before quirking an eyebrow, and you shake your head, not wanting to indulge in his teasing.

“Okay,” Chanhee says after he’s calmed down, leaning into the couch, “what’s the plan?”

“Well, since this is our first time in public together, we can keep it simple,” you start, wincing when Kevin tugs on part of your hair a little too hard, “maybe holding hands, walking next to each other, maybe a hug if we’re up for it.”

Chanhee looks disgusted, and you honestly can’t even disagree with him. You’re not exactly happy about jumping straight into skin-to-skin contact with the guy you hate, but this is the bare minimum for a relationship and you intend to follow through.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you sigh. “You do know that we’re going to have to kiss at some point, right? This is probably the tamest we’ll get.”

“Hey, don’t haunt the poor guy,” Kevin says, pulling out a makeup palette. “Just take it slow, okay? It’ll be a while before you get to that stage.”

You disappear into your bedroom to change after Kevin is done with your styling, and Chanhee visibly relaxes once you’re gone. It’s not like he wants to murder you with every fiber of his being, but something about you puts him on edge, and he can’t tell what it is.

“Are you still stressed about the kissing thing, dude?” Kevin asks while packing up his supplies. “Y/N’s just saying that to scare you, so don’t worry. Besides, after you see them in this outfit, you might change your mind.”

Kevin leaves with a wink, and Chanhee is left to scramble for its implications. You can’t possibly look good enough to kiss, right? He’s seen you countless times, and the only time his resolve ever-so-slightly wavered was when he saw you in person about a week ago. That was because you were drunk, though, of course. Not because he was facing you, flesh to flesh, for the first time in his life.

His overthinking ceases though when you step out of your bedroom, and he can’t stop Kevin’s words from floating through his brain.

You’re beauty personified, he thinks, from the tips of your curled hair to the bottom of your glass footwear. The silver-length outfit you adorn is something to die for, heck, you are someone to die for, and Chanhee can’t even breathe because he just imagined you standing next to him and the room is suddenly very, very hot.

“Ready to go?” you ask, adjusting a couple of rings on your fingers.

Chanhee dumbly nods, now realizing why literally everyone is in love with you, and he stands abruptly. He follows you to the front like a puppy dog before you turn around and start giggling. He doesn’t even register you speaking because suddenly, your giggles aren’t annoying and all of your sounds are like songbirds from heaven.

“You forgot your blazer, silly. Here, I’ll get it.”

While you turn back around, walking to the sofa, Chanhee slaps himself. Gently, of course, because he doesn’t want to ruin his face before the red carpet, but just enough to remind himself of his position in this whole scheme. You’re a celebrity, obviously you look good, and he can’t lose his morals just because you look stunning after being dolled up.

You’re a celebrity and he’s a journalist. A journalist who gets paid to antagonize you. Realistically speaking, even just meeting you should have him seeing red. He should not of all things, be pretending to date you, and he definitely should not be reconsidering his life decisions after spending two hours with you.

He just has to get through these four weeks. You’ll be out of sight, out of mind before he even knows it.

“When the cameras start flashing, just look forward. Don’t ever look at them straight in the eye, otherwise, you’ll feel dizzy.”

Chanhee grumbles as you continue rambling, but you can’t find it within you to stop. You’ve never had a public relationship like this, especially with someone who’s not a celebrity, so the desire for perfection is getting to you.

Any small thing could fuck this up and not only ruin Chanhee’s career but yours too. What would the public think if they found out you were lying about a relationship? Heck, you wouldn’t be able to trust your own self after that, let alone the public.

“Y/N, it’ll be okay. It’s just handholding and a hug, right?”

“Yeah, but we need to look like we’re in love,” you huff, your head drooping as you play with your fingers in your lap.

You feel a hand cup the side of your chin, bringing you up to Chanhee’s gaze.

“Look at me,” he starts, thumbing your cheek, “we’ll be fine. Just stare into my eyes like this, and no one will ever doubt us.”

You don’t get to tell him that you might be believing it too with the way you can’t stop gazing at the twinkle in his eyes and the fondness in how they crease. You’ve met many gorgeous celebrities in your life, but not once have you ever felt your heart beat so heavily until this moment.

“We’re here,” Vernon interrupts from the front seat, breaking your intense gaze, “get ready.”

The flashing blinds you as soon as the car door opens, but you’re immune to the glares at this point. Chanhee, however, is not, so your only focus is being by his side until you walk inside the venue. You exit first, waiting until he steps out beside you before interlacing your fingers together and offering him a chaste smile, hoping it’ll calm his nerves.

He grips your hand tighter as you walk, and you both ignore the press shouting from around you. The screams seem extra prevalent today due to his presence, and you hope he isn’t feeling bombarded by the chaos around him. You focus on Chanhee, watching as he stares back at you to ground himself. You walk quickly in unison with him, counting your steps and smiling for the camera as you finally step inside the entryway.

“Are you okay?” you ask after you’re situated, having a few minutes of peace before you’re off to star on the red carpet. “I know that must’ve been a lot.”

“It’s fine. It’s over now. It was chaotic, but it helped to just focus on you.”

A twinge of heat flutters across your cheeks, but you pay no attention to it.

“I’m glad. Don’t worry, we don’t have any more red carpets in our schedule.”

He unlaces his fingers from yours, something you’d completely forgotten about, but you don’t have time to mull over the loss of his warmth before Vernon pushes you to the red carpet to get ready for the pictures. You take deep breaths, reveling in the mere seconds you get before the flashing starts again and you are simply an object for the camera. You pose, striking a big grin for the camera and remembering your media training. This is what you do best, being a celebrity, and suddenly you find comfort in this familiarity after all the turmoil you’ve been through the past couple of days. No Chanhee, no relationship, no headlines, just you and the camera like always.

However, you can’t stop your eyes from wandering when you get a break, watching Chanhee converse with Vernon. You let your daydreams drift, wondering how he would look like posing next to you for the camera, how he would laugh and answer questions about your relationship so giddily, or even how he’d stare into your soul like earlier before, bearing his heart for the taking.

You know that he won’t even meet your gaze after the four weeks are over, but you let yourself indulge in your imagination anyway. You’ve been touch-starved for so long, so it’s only natural that you have these thoughts about affection, right?

You walk back to Chanhee after you’re done, joining him and Vernon as you travel the venue. The place looks spectacular, with intricate chandeliers and a whole buffet of delicacies, and you make it a point in your mind to compliment the mastermind behind this all, Juyeon, when you see him.

Vernon leads you guys over to the food, piling the spring rolls on his plate until you glare at him to stop. Chanhee restrains laughter behind a mouth full of cupcakes, but even you have to agree with Vernon’s eagerness when you take a bite of the macadamia cookies. You’re on your fourth one when Juyeon saunters over to you, his goofy grin ever-so-present on his face.

“Y/N! Long time no see, right? I haven’t talked to you since my party months ago.”

“It’s been too long. I love the venue, by the way. You always outdo yourself.”

“Don’t talk to me about outdoing things. Look at you with your new boyfriend!”

You glance over at Chanhee, who’s busy trying to see how many spring rolls Vernon can fit in his mouth. You grimace, turning back to Juyeon. You know Vernon’s your manager, but sometimes it feels like you have to keep him on a leash instead of the other way around.

“Yeah it’s… a recent development, but I’m happy.”

“I’m surprised you got into a relationship in the first place. After you rejected me, I kinda thought you weren’t looking for love.”

Juyeon clutches his chest in fake agony, and you roll your eyes. Juyeon asked you out years ago when he was the director of your film, and he never fails to bring it up whenever he sees you. You still aren’t looking for love, of course, but your recent news is probably a shock to Juyeon and the many other people you’ve rejected over the years.

“I’m not incapable of love, Juyeon,” you sigh, looking back at Chanhee again, “I just needed to find the right person.”

The word love has never meant anything special to you, but when you look at Chanhee, you feel your heartstrings pull at your chest. Finally having a boyfriend, even if he’s fake, means you have the ability to love and be loved, and maybe you’ve been denying yourself happiness far too long for the wrong reasons.

As you wave Juyeon goodbye, sauntering over to Chanhee, you walk with a change in mindset. The situation you’re stuck in isn’t perfect, but you decide that it’s best to make the most out of it.

“Y/N, watch out!”

Suddenly, your whole world turns upside down, and you brace yourself as you fall backward, watching the twinkling of the chandeliers above you. You shut your eyes as a reflex, expecting the hardness of the wooden floor beneath you, but instead, you feel a strong hand supporting your back. You open your eyes to see Chanhee, but as his orbs bore into yours, all words tie on the tip of your tongue.

This close to him, you can see his faint eyeliner, the slight curve of his nose, and the barely visible mole on his top lips. It feels like the world is spinning still, but as Chanhee breathes, exhaling a soft puff of air, your gaze remains grounded only on him as he cradles you gently.

The sound of a camera startles you both, and Chanhee pulls you up, staring at Vernon. You smooth down your clothing, clearing your throat as you eye the culprit.

“What was that for?” you ask, throat slightly parched by what happened mere seconds ago.

“Whatever practice you guys did together before coming here definitely worked, because this picture definitely looks like you’re in love. I’m gonna leak it to a local magazine, so good job for today’s work.”

Your cheeks burn as he shows you the picture, and your gaze flits over to Chanhee. His expression is indiscernible, and you have the sudden urge to know exactly what’s running through his mind. Was he just as affected as you, or was this just a mere act of kindness?

The rational part of your brain hopes it’s the latter, but the heaviness of your heart might have different aspirations.

Your phone dings as you finish applying the last bits of your mascara, and you pad over to your couch, seeing Chanhee’s text message on the top of your screen.

Be there in five.

It’s been a week since Juyeon’s movie premiere, a week since your heart has practically gone haywire. You’re a celebrity, if anything, you’re the last person to be looking forward to a text, but you found yourself checking Chanhee’s chat every morning and being disappointed when nothing rolled in. Even when Vernon’s picture leaked and the internet blew up over your coupling, his message bar still remained dry and lifeless.

He didn’t have any reason to text you anyway, so you wonder why you always looked forward to one.

You were the one to reach out first, letting him know that you had a date scheduled for Saturday night according to Vernon’s schedule. A meeting once per week was mandatory, just to keep up the image, and today’s plan was a nice, fancy dinner at a restaurant.

Chanhee, like a true gentleman, offered to pick you up instantly after you’d sent him the message, and you let yourself feel elated for five seconds before you texted him the time and place. You don’t know why Chanhee reduces you to a middle school girl longing for her crush, but you suppose it’s just because you haven’t been on a proper date in so long.

You’re dressed in blue satin, a dress you’d had no real reason to wear until today, and you’ve tried your best to clean up without Kevin’s help. You send a quick picture to your stylist as you wait, asking for advice even though you know you always look good, but Kevin just sends you a string of heart emojis in return and tells you that you look perfect.

Three sharp knocks on the door indicate Chanhee’s presence, and you open the door. The words on your throat die down when you realize he’s wearing a similar blue satin to yours, and it only takes one flicker of your eyes to meet his for him to start laughing.

“Are you stalking me or something?” he teases, pulling out a bouquet of fresh flowers.

“What’s this for?” you ask, setting them on the vase inside.

“Vernon told me to. He said you always like getting flowers on a date.”

You haven’t been on a date in years, so you don’t know where Vernon got this information from, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. The arrangement of peonies, lilies, and daffodils looks stunning on the countertop, and you post a quick picture to your Instagram story before heading out with Chanhee.

“Do you want the aux?” he asks when you’ve situated yourselves in his car.

The wind blows freely as he drives, the night sky twinkling through Chanhee’s open convertible. The rich red color of his Toyota Solara stands out against the deepness of the blackness around you two, but you can only focus on Chanhee’s side profile and the glittering earrings he’s wearing. Up until this point, you’ve only ever been in spaces you were familiar with. Seeing Chanhee in his own car is a completely different atmosphere for you, and you’re not sure how it makes you feel.

“I’m good. Play whatever you like,” you reply, truly interested to see what type of music he listens to.

Paris in the Rain drifts through the speakers, and you have to fight back a smile at the tune. Of course he would play this song on a night drive, judging by its mellow atmospheric feel, but you’re not mad about it.

“Why did you choose this restaurant?” he continues after the song settles, looking over at you when he pulls to a stop in front of a red light.

You have to recenter your thoughts to answer him, bringing your vision back from how ethereal he looks against the red tones of the stoplight.

“It’s been on my list for a while,” you admit honestly. “It’s also not super high scale, so someone will definitely notice us being there.”

Chanhee nods before quieting down as the red light fades into green. You’ve noticed that Chanhee tends to sit in silence when he’s with you, not interacting as much as he had with Vernon at the premiere. You wonder if he’s just naturally silent and hit it off with Vernon or maybe if he’s just hates you.

“Are you always this quiet?” you voice when he slows down due to traffic, not wanting him to feel alienated by the question.

“Ah, not really,” he says, scratching his head, “I just didn’t know if you were comfortable with me talking since we’re technically just coworkers.”

“Oh,” you voice, not expecting his admission.

You didn’t foresee him being so considerate of your feelings, enough to stop talking completely, and the thought warms your heart. Maybe he’s not such a bad person after all, you think, staring at him expectantly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have admitted that,” he expresses. “I can go back to sitting in silence.”

“No!” you exclaim, and he looks over at you with slight alarm, “I mean, it’s fine. You talking is fine. You don’t need to restrict yourself from speaking just because we’re in a work setting. I don’t mind you talking.”

His shoulders relax as he steps on the gas, maneuvering through the gaps of the traffic that’s slowly clearing.

“That’s good,” he mutters, flicking on his blinker, “cause otherwise, this would’ve been a very awkward dinner date.”

You fight back a smile as he pulls up to the restaurant, and you don’t even have a chance to open your own door before he’s unlocking it for you. You thank him politely before walking inside, side by side with Chanhee. You follow the receptionist to your table once she gets your section cleared, and you’re offered complimentary chips and salsa as you wait for your food to arrive.

“You said this place was not ‘super high scale’?” Chanhee questions, looking around at the décor.

Okay, so maybe it is a little bit classy. The mediterranean themed restaurant has a cozy interior, and you’re currently sitting on wicker chairs by a huge glass window. The setting feels very exposed, as if you truly are sitting outside with the stars hanging over your heads. Subtle things about the place remind you that it’s elegant, such as the intricate menus and the tons of cutlery that sits next to you, but you hoped that it was something more comfortable for Chanhee to acclimate to.

“Why, is it too much?” you ask, picking up a chip.

“It’s not, but this is definitely fancy in my world.”

You smile, watching Chanhee be starstruck by his surroundings.

“Just because I’m famous now doesn’t mean I always was,” you start, “before I got my big break, my version of fancy was a dine-in restaurant.”

He laughs, relaxing a little.

“I didn’t know we were so similar. I just always assumed you were a nepo baby or something like that.”

“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean I’m privileged. I worked hard to get here, you know.”

Chanhee nods as your waiter brings out your food, and the two of you immediately dig in. The appealing smells make your stomach hungrier than usual, and it takes a good few minutes for you to settle your appetite before you start conversing with Chanhee.

Now that the awkwardness is gone and that you have a simple understanding of each other, talking with him is easy. Putting aside all the hatred that’s spewed up these past few months, you find out that Chanhee is actually an amiable person, someone you could’ve seen yourself being friends with if you two weren’t so different. He shares stories about growing up and his family in exchange for yours, and you have to clutch your stomach in laughter when he slips in a joke that matches your taste exactly.

Being with Chanhee is natural, so much that you wish you had met him under different circumstances. In addition to being a friendly person, he’s also a gentleman, from the way he slips his card under the menu without you noticing (you definitely scolded him for it later) and opens the car door whenever you get in and out. As he walks you up to your apartment, you thank him honestly for tonight, regretting that your time together is already over for the day.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers suddenly when you’re outside your door. “I’ve written so much shit about you without being an honest judge of your character.”

“It’s okay, Chanhee. This is what you do for a living, I get it.”

“No, you deserve an apology. You’re an amazing actor and an even better human being. You didn’t deserve a single word I wrote about you.”

You’re not tipsy this time around, but you pull him into a hug anyway. This time, you actually mean it though, and you try to disregard the loss of warmth when he pulls away after a few moments.

“Thank you for tonight,” you murmur, stepping into your apartment. “See you next week.”

He smiles, and suddenly, the room is filled with sunshine.

“No, thank you. See you soon.”

You woke up the next morning with a text from Chanhee. The texts have not stopped coming in ever since you responded, as if you’ve opened the floodgates of interaction. You wish he’d texted you sooner, because even though he bombards you with everything in the world from funny memes to just crying about his day, you love returning the same energy.

Where are you rn, a text flies in, and you smile when you see who it’s from.

on set. wbu?

Driving to somewhere special!

oooh spill??

I’ll let you know after I get there

You frown, not so pleased with his secrecy. You hate secrets, and so does Chanhee, so why is he indulging in one right now?

You don’t have time to mull over it as your director calls you back over, ready to continue with the shot. Your costar Younghoon stands before you, smiling as his assistant fixes up his hair before clearing his throat.

“Ready for this scene? It’s a lot,” he comments, reading over the script one more time.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, watching for your director’s call.

The line starts rolling a few seconds later, and you immediately straighten your posture, preparing yourself for the scene.

“Hey,” you whisper, “what was so wrong about what I did?”

He laughs bitterly, pointing to the papers on the desk beside him.

“What was so wrong? You ruined my entire career!”

The papers fly around you as he wipes them off the desk in one sweep, and tears well up in your eyes once you look at his angry gaze.

“I’m sorry,” you plead, clutching onto his arm, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this was going to happen, I swear—”

“You didn’t know?” he asks, although it’s more of a statement, “you’re the editor for the goddamn newspaper! Of course you fucking knew this was going to happen!”

He rips his wrist from your fingers, inching away from you.

“It’s my job to write the news, darling. You have to understand—” you cry, dropping to the ground.

The papers shift around you, and you watch your tears drip onto the headlines.

“We’re done,” he utters, one final phrase before he rips off his ring, throwing it by your feet. “Never speak to me again.”

“And cut!” your director shouts, “good work guys. Take 30.”

Younghoon helps you up from the ground, and you whisper gratitude before brushing off your ankles. The wooden floor was uncomfortable to kneel on, but you’re grateful that it was only for a short period of time.

“Y/N!” you hear from the other end of the room, and you peek over Younghoon’s broad shoulders to see a familiar figure waving.

“Chanhee?” you gasp, walking over to him once he register his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprise?” he replies, giving you the bouqet of flowers he was holding. “I wanted to be a good boyfriend and surprise you on set.”

“Thank you,” you reply, grabbing the flowers from his hands before leaning in closer, “did Vernon put you up to this?”

“Um…” he starts, scratching the back of his head, “yeah, definitely. It’s the middle of the week, so why else would I be here?”

You roll your eyes, leaning back before you reach for his arm, squeezing it tightly.

“Thank you, regardless. No one’s ever visited me on set before like this. Even Vernon.”

“Really?” he asks, sounding surprised, “I thought you would have a lot of people around you like that.”

“I have acquaintances, but they’re all busy too. The most someone’s ever done for me is send me a food truck, and that was from my own mother.”

“Well, I’ll be here from now on, then.”

You feel a pang in your chest, and Chanhee must notice the shift in the atmosphere too because he clears his throat. You both know that this arrangement is already halfway over, so why do Chanhee’s words feel so comfortable, as if you both were in a regular relationship from the very beginning?

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Y/N? Is this the boyfriend?” Younghoon interrupts, walking up from behind with an outstretched arm. “Hey, I’m Younghoon, the costar. Nice to meet you, man.”

Chanhee smiles, plastering a smile to cover his previous frown before taking Younghoon’s hand in his, shaking it firmly.

“Nice to meet you too. Y/N’s been telling me about you, so it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

Younghoon laughs, removing his hand from Chanhee’s grip.

“Yeah, it’s surreal working on this movie. It’s kinda funny how Chanhee’s a journalist because Y/N plays one in this movie too.”

Chanhee turns to you, surprised by this new piece of information. You’ve been pretty lowkey about the role, not wanting to tell anyone until the movie wrapped up filming, but Younghoon seems to trust Chanhee with the information because he’s your boyfriend.

“Really? I didn’t know.”

You nod in confirmation, grinning slightly.

“Yeah, we just finished up a heavy argument scene before you arrived. Wanna see the set?”

You and Younghoon parade Chanhee around, introducing him to other actors and cast on the set working diligently. Chanhee is in awe, starstruck by the unfamiliar environment and you can’t really blame him. The movie industry in and of itself is a dream, and witnessing it for the first time is probably exhilarating for him.

After your break wraps up, you lead Chanhee out, standing by the front of the garage. He still has stars in his eyes, and you have to nudge his shoulder twice before he pays attention to you.

“Sorry, I just… I wanted to be a director once, so seeing this all is kind of a dream come true.”

Your eyes widen. Whatever you were expecting to come out of his mouth was not even close to what he just said, and you’re still processing his words when you voice your confusion.

“Yeah, that’s how I learned writing and photography. I used to write screenplays and direct them, but I never made it big like I wanted to. Luckily, Sangyeon took me in when I was struggling, and that’s the only reason I have a job today.”

Suddenly, you know nothing about Chanhee. If events had played out a little differently, Chanhee could be standing right in front of you, not as a fake boyfriend but as a director. You wouldn’t be from two separate worlds anymore, and the thought is killing you.

“Do you still direct?” you ask uncertainly, unsure of what to even say after his confession.

“Nah, not anymore. I help my friends out with short films sometimes, but that’s about it.”

“If you ever want to get back into directing, I can help you out.”

Chanhee looks like his breath has been stolen away, staring at you dumbly.

“I don’t know if I can give you a position directly, but I can definitely link you up with fellow directors of mine and see if there are any film festivals looking for submissions.”

“Thank you,” he mutters hoarsely, “I don’t have an answer for you right now, but what you just said means the world to me.”

Chanhee does the unexpected, wrapping you in a hug this time around. It’s meaningful and tender, and he burrows himself into you as he clutches your shoulders tightly, never wanting to let go. The same shoulders that he once tried to pry your hands off are now encircling you, and you smile against his cheek.

“It’s no problem,” you voice honestly, pulling back to look at him. “I’m always here for you, just remember that.”

You told him the last date would be a little different, but seriously, Chanhee was not expecting a van.

You wave from the front seat, putting aside your phone as he scrambles into the front seat. Chanhee quirks an eyebrow at you, urging you to spill, and you take in a deep breath as you struggle to get the words out.

“So… um, you know how celebrity couples usually have pictures of them making out in their cars, right?”

Chanhee stares at you incredulously, and you grimace, biting your lip.

“I know it sounds bad, but it was Vernon’s idea, I promise! We just need to kiss a couple of times for the pictures, that’s it. It can’t be too bad, right?”

“Y/N,” Chanhee sighs, massaging his temples, “are you crazy? We haven’t even kissed once before this.”

“Well, now is a good time to start, right?” you ask sheepishly, “Look, Vernon paid some guys to photograph us, so they’ll be here any time now. Let’s just get this over with.”

Before he can even blink, you clamber over into his lap, resting your legs on either side of his and holding onto his shoulders. Chanhee gulps, too loudly for the silence that settles between you two, and he’s close enough to you that he can feel your heartbeat thumping wildly.

Good to know that you’re just as affected as him too.

You guide his arms around your waist, securing them tightly before looking back up at Chanhee. The last time he’s ever seen you this close is from when he saved you from falling, and somewhere in the depths of his heart, he admits to himself how much he actually missed it. The fluttering of your lashes, the indents of your mouth, and the sliver of your jawline are all something he wants to commit to memory, to burn into his mind before he loses you.

Chanhee would write a whole article just about your lips if he had to.

“Ready?” you ask, so close that he can feel your breath on his.

He nods, and before he can even lick his lips, you lean in, meeting him halfway with yours.

Chanhee feels like he’s in oblivion, completely succumbing to the darkness that you’ve slowly been feeding him with. You’re like poison, and as he slots his lips against yours, he can’t get enough. You’re killing him with the way you pull him in closer, imperceptibly close as if you two aren’t practically molded together already, and as Chanhee uses one of his arms to tilt your neck, you reciprocate with just as much fervor.

You pull back, catching your breath and your chest heaving, but it takes Chanhee only one glance at your swollen lips before pulling you back in again. He’s addicted to the way your tongue swipes across his entrance, the way you shiver as he gently tugs your bottom lip between your lips, and the way you clutch onto his hair as the two of you exchange life through your kisses.

“Just a couple, baby?” he whispers, pecking down the side of your face, “I can give you a lot more than that.”

He tugs your sleeve down as you whine, tilting your head to give him better access to the area. He nips and sucks at your collarbone, biting hard enough to bruise in spots that you’ll probably scold him for later. He wants them to be deep enough, red enough that you won’t even be able to cover them so the whole world will know you’re his, and he knows it’s well worth it with the way you groan as he keeps going.

“I wish could stay like this forever,” you gasp, preening away when he nips behind your earlobe. “I never want to let you go. My boyfriend. Mine. Forever.”

He hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to your neck before he stops. You whimper, angry at him for pausing his ministrations, but as he processes your words, the hazy fog he was in moments prior fades away, and all that is left is the consequences of his actions.

“What’s wrong?” you ask when you realize he’s stopped completely.

Chanhee is shaking from underneath you, glassy-eyed, and his fingers tremble as he removes them from your body.

“Boyfriend,” he dumbly repeats, and you nod before realizing the mistake you made.

“Chanhee, I—”

“Get off me. Please.”

You stare at him incredulously, and when he doesn’t make any move to take back his words, you climb off him and into the seat next to you.

“This is all fake. Why do I keep forgetting that?”

He laughs bitterly, watching as your face morphs into a frown. How could he be so careless, to lose himself in you when this is all clearly just an act?

“Chanhee, I know this was planned, but the way I kissed you was definitely not fake.”

You sound hurt, and if he was in a better headspace, he would be calmer with his words, but the weight of what just happened is sinking down on him hard. Suddenly, he needs to leave, to never see you again and to not spend any more time in this stupid, suffocating van. He opens the door, climbing out before shutting it behind him firmly, breathing in heavily as he staggers away from the vehicle.

“Chanhee,” you cry, running up behind him and grabbing onto his wrist, “you don’t understand!”

“Then help me understand!”

“I like you,” you whisper, and suddenly, his whole world shatters.

“Of course you like me,” he laughs, running a hand over his face. “Do you not realize that you have an insane amount of privilege to be saying that? I can’t even like you in return because my career hinges on hating you! Don’t you get it, Y/N?”

You’re full on sobbing now, observing as he wrenches your hand away from his. Your fingers fall limply to your side and all you can do is watch as he walks away, shaking his head.

“Don’t contact me. I never want to see you again. Fuck you, for real, for playing with my feelings.”

You can only stare as the love of your life walks away, leaving your universe in shambles.

Unfortunately, just because you encountered the worst breakup of your life does not mean the world stops moving.

You’re at another after party, one that you’d been looking forward to for months because it would finally mean you’d get to catch up with some of your old costars. However, after the chaos that had befallen you earlier this week, going to some stupid nightclub was the last thing on your mind.

Really, you’re only here because Vernon is sick and tired of you wallowing in your misery. He thinks that you’ll be getting a change of scenery by being here, but the only thing you’ve been getting is shots filled with the strongest alcohol the bar can offer. Your one goal is to successfully forget about the black-haired man that ruined your life, and your plan is effective until the bartender stops you from getting another round and tells you to get some fresh air.

You grumble as you stumble out of the bar, finding a home on the gray sidewalk in front of it. Your sequined outfit digs into your skin as you sit down, but in your drunken stupor, you can’t find it within yourself to care. You’re lucky enough that this is a nicer venue, because there’s no one around to bother you to find another spot. It’s just you and your thoughts, and you can’t tell if that’s more dangerous or not.

Your first order of business is to pull out your phone, scrolling through your recent contacts. You have half a mind to call Vernon, to curse him out from condemning you to the hell that is this place, but instead your finger hovers over a familiar contact.

You are so going to hate yourself when you wake up.

The line rings, once, twice, thrice, and just as you’re about to cut the call, a voice answers from the other side.

“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. I thought I told you not to contact me,” Chanhee whispers groggily.

“Well too bad! You’re the one that said all that shit to me and left, so how unfair is it that I don’t get my turn?”

The line goes silent before Chanhee scoffs, and you can hear the bedsheets rustle around him as he gets up.

“Are you drunk?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you answer, giggling from how similar this is to when you first met him.

“Where are you right now?”

“Outside a nightclub,” you sing, holding your phone out behind you so he can hear the EDM music from inside a little better.

“Send me your location.”

“Nope! I don’t owe you anything, you piece of shit!”

“Y/N, wait—”

You cut the call, laughing as Chanhee’s name disappears on your screen. He calls again, neverendingly, but you never once pick up, feeling glee from how he’s the one chasing after you now.

You play Candy Crush on your phone until a car screeches beside you, and you scoff as you recognize the familiar red Toyota Solara pulls up beside you. You’ve sobered up by now, but you still hate him just as much.

“Hell no,” you whisper, getting up as Chanhee steps out. You try to run, but the highness of your shoes make it hard for you to run properly, and you stumble as attempt to escape.

“Y/N, look, I’m just going to drop you off at home, okay?”

You stop in your tracks, turning around to see Chanhee behind you with his hands stuffed in his hoodie. You note the eyebags on his face and his chapped lips before speaking to him with a softer tone, grateful that even if he despised you, he didn’t make an attempt to grab onto your wrist and coerce you into something you didn’t want.

“How do I know you won’t kidnap me?” you ask, folding your arms over one another.

“I asked Vernon for your location. If you go missing, he’ll know it was my fault.”

You grumble, staring at him angrily before walking towards his car. He opens the door for you, but you stick your tongue out at him and find a spot in the backseat instead.

The ride is silent, but you feel him watching you through the rearview mirror as he drives. Usually, you don’t mind his silence, but now the stillness is bleak and uncomfortable, just like his presence near you.

“Why did you call me?” he asks, and it takes you a moment to register it because of how intensely you’d been ignoring him.

“I wanted to cuss you out.”

“Okay, so cuss me out then.”

You sigh, rubbing your temple.

“You know what your problem is, Chanhee? You’re self-centered. You think everything is about yourself, even down to our breakup. Who are you to even say things about my privilege when you know damn well how hard I worked to get here? Do you think I’m unaware how my feelings will affect your career? Hell, Chanhee, I literally told you I could help you find another job! I did so much for you to protect you, to support you, all for you to throw it away because you’re scared of the stupid future.”

“Y/N, I—”

“Let me finish. I love you for who you are. Even if we were destined to be opposites, I still found a way to fall in love with you. I was able to love you despite all that you have written about me in the past, so why can’t you love me for the person I am today?”

He pulls up to the front of your apartment, and you clamber out, not wanting to see his face anymore. The rain falls heavily as you step into the lobby, and Chanhee follows suit, shrugging the droplets off his jacket.

“Let me follow you up,” he asks.

You shake your head, but he trails you into the elevator anyway, watching as you press the button for your floor. He opens his mouth to speak, but you’re not in the mood, putting up a palm in front of him.

“Save it. I said what I needed to say. I might be drunk but my words are true. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say in return.”

Despite your words, you let him into your apartment anyway, throwing a towel at him so he can dry off. He pats his hair dry, wiping his glasses against the fabric, and suddenly you’re reminded of how devilishly handsome he is. You shake your thoughts off, chalking it down to good taste in men before wiping down your neck.

The thunder booms outside, startling you as your towel falls to the ground. When you pick it up, Chanhee stares at you, an indiscernible expression on his face.

“Thanks for the towel. I better get going.”

He spins on his heel to leave as the storm crackles, and against your better judgement, you call out for him to stop.

“It’s storming outside. You can’t drive in this weather.”

“What are you suggesting?” he asks, turning back around to meet your gaze.

“You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Chanhee laughs, as if your idea is so atrocious he can’t even fathom it.

“You’re funny. I’ll just drive home, don’t worry.”

“Chanhee, I’m being serious. I don’t want you to die, for god’s sake.”

Maybe he registered the concern in your voice because he exhales, contemplating in his head if this is a good idea or not. The loud thunderclap outside has him reconsidering, and soon enough, he shakes his head in agreement.

“Alright, but you have to sleep on the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Chanhee, I’m not fucking arguing with you. You know what? We can both take the bed if it makes you happy. A pillow between us should work.”

Before Chanhee can even respond, you’re walking into the bedroom, flicking on the light. You grab your pajamas from the closet and change in your bathroom, slipping into the sheets quickly once you’re done. Chanhee follows suit, taking the right side of the bed and placing a pillow between you two for added measure.

“Thank you,” he whispers after a few moments of silence. “I’ll be gone in the morning before you know it.”

“No need,” you grumble, shoving your face into the pillows, “just don’t roll over to my side, okay?”

He hums in agreement, and he watches as your eyes flutter shut.

“Good night, Y/N.”

You’re far too asleep to even respond.

You wake up to the sound of your head pounding in your ears. You grumble, shifting around before you open your eyes, expecting to see empty sheets, but instead you see a man with a very familiar face.

You as the events of last night rush back to you, and you hold yourself back from groaning as you recollect your thoughts. You should’ve just let him leave when he wanted to, but you didn’t, and now you have to deal with his beautiful bare face and his deep morning voice as if you haven’t fallen enough for him already.

You don’t register his eyes fluttering awake until he pokes your side. You shake, startled by his actions, and he tries to hold back a smile.

“Good morning. Sorry I overslept.”

“It’s okay. I won’t be nice enough to let you stay for breakfast though.”

“Wait,” he whispers, clutching onto your arm as you attempt to get out of the bed, “can I say something?”

You nod, and his arms falls back on the bed as he sits up, clearing his throat.

“You were right. I was selfish, and the words I said that day were extremely uncalled for. They were useless too, because if I had just expressed my feelings to you, we wouldn’t have needed to have this conversation now.”

You cock your head, confused at what he’s trying to imply. He takes in a deep breath, as if he’s preparing himself to say something.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much that it hurts to breathe when I think of you. I love you so much that I’m willing to quit my career just to be by your side. I was scared then of ending up on the streets like I did in the past, but I was stupid enough to not trust your words when you said you would help me. I didn’t even like that job anyway, so I was an idiot for trying to fight for something I would eventually end up leaving myself.”

“Chanhee, you’re not—”

“No, I am stupid. And selfish. And self-centered. But I am also just Choi Chanhee, the Choi Chanhee who is irrevocably and utterly in love with you, and even though I can imagine a future where I won’t be working for Sangyeon, I cannot imagine a future without you by my side. I know you deserve better, but I’m begging you to just give me one chance to rectify my mistakes. We can take it slow and not rush things like we did in our four weeks. We can go on silly restaurant dates and I’ll practice getting used to the lights at red carpets. I’ll visit you on set every day with flowers and I’ll rent out five billion vans for us to make out in. I’ll do all this and even more because you deserve it, and because I love you. Will you please let me have one chance to make this fake relationship into a real one?”

You’re kissing him before he can even respond, letting him press you against the bed. He kisses you like he’s been starved, inhaling you and memorizing every inch of your presence as if you’ll let go of him again. Like before, you’re not restricted by the millions of voices against you and Chanhee, and as he lets himself go, you follow suit, dragging him down under until you’re writhing against him, begging for more.

“I love you,” he whispers when he kisses down your collarbone, “I love you,” he whispers when your clothes join the ground, “I love you,” he whispers when you shake against his fingers and mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers one last time, cradling you gently as he becomes one with you. “I’ll never let you go. Never again.”

As you lay against him, bare skin to bare skin, you trace the tips of his hair as you smile. You don’t know what the future holds for you two, but there’s one thing you’re certain of as you press another kiss to his mouth.

"I love you. Even if the world caves in, it’ll be you that I lie with. Forever and always, until my last dying breath.”

#member: choi chanhee #user: kimsohn #genre: written #words: 12k+#genre: fluff #genre: angst #au: fake dating #au: enemies 2 lovers #warnings: smoking #warnings: mentions of alcohol #warnings: swearing #warnings: suggestive themes #warnings: mentions of food

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winterchimez · 1 year ago

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🔎 — the 007 files

James Bond—or rather, the public was more aware that his code name, agent 007, has been working behind the scenes for decades now. imagine this: what if the agent 007 that you have come to know of was actually more than just one person? what if the famous group The Boyz were all agent 007 working under M16. buckle up as you access M16's top secret operative files, aka the most famous missions these individual agents have succeeded in.

A/N: why hello my fellow readers! i present to you a tbz x 007 cross-over collab series!! i've had this idea for a while now and thanks to @sungbeam who gave me the genius idea of hosting an open collab (and co-planning with me) for this!! i'm so so excited and i really hope this doesn't flop lmao 😭 so yes, please feel free to join the fun! 😉

🔎 STARRING: the boyz x f!reader/oc // g.n!reader/oc

🔎 GENRE: crime, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive, smut (only for 18+ writers!!), assorted pairings (more to be added)

🔎 WARNINGS: will be stated in each respective files!

RULES & REGULATIONS:

↬ choose a tbz member & a bond film to start off! you may write the story loosely based on the storyline of the film/a certain scene(s) inspired by the film itself! or alternatively, write it based on the themed song for the specific film you have chosen! (eg: sangyeon - the spy who loved me)

↬ slots will be first come first served! in total there will be 11 slots for 11 members

↬ only tbz member x reader / tbz member x oc!! no tbz member x member for this

↬ as mentioned above, writers will have the option to choose to either write a female/gender neutral reader/oc!

↬ minimum wc would be 1k, and there's no maximum so feel free to write as much as you'd like! pls include a "read more" feature after your summaries/genre/warnings/word count/a.n.

↬ you are allowed to write any genre you like! pls make sure you're over 18+ if you wish to include smut in your work.

↬ no sensitive topics will be allowed (eg: su*c*de, r*pe, r*cism, etc.)

↬ i will be making a discord gc for easier access, updates, and even brainstorming with one another! it will also help me loads with any announcements i will be making. joining in would be highly encouraged (though if you choose not to that's totally fine by me, just keep me regularly updated in my dms!)

↬ the project will officially kick start off on December 1st 2023, and you will have till March 31st 2024 to complete your work! if ever you wish to drop out / need a bit more time to publish your work pls do let me know!!

↬ fill out this google form to secure your place in this collab :) (key: shaken not stirred)

↬ lastly, reblog this post, @ me in your fics & use the hashtag 🔎 — the 007 files in your works!!

FILES:

Lee Sangyeon — The Spy Who Loved Me @winterchimez

Jacob Bae — The World Is Not Enough @snowflakewhispers

Kim Younghoon — Goldfinger @daisyvisions

Lee Hyunjae — Skyfall @kkinou

Lee Juyeon — For Your Eyes Only @juyeonszn

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee — No Time To Die @maessseongs

Ji Changmin — Casino Royale @sungbeam

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo — On Her Majesty's Secret Service @kimsohn

Eric Sohn — From Russia With Love @cloverdaisies

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dreamyzhou · 6 months ago

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31st Alternate Universe by Elinor

To: @sanaxo-o who accompanied me since I opened this account, @from-izzy who sees the worth in me, and finally @quaissants who i can talk to almost about anything and the rest of @deoboyznet who I just realized helped me find joy in writing again. Seeing you all thrive makes me want to soar along with you.

"31st Alternate Universe" is an upcoming non-idol AU series filled with fluff and angsts for the members of TBZ. Below are the fic ideas for each member. Let me know in my ask box of you want a tag for one of them!

Lee Sangyeon: It was another day in the year of 2085. When your barista coworker crush Sangyeon was framed to diffuse a deadly gas in the train you took to go home, nobody was alive as the train stopped at Station 11. Yet, surveillance camera showed a girl and Sangyeon leaving the train.

Bae Jacob: A comet was approaching. People were panicking here and there, performing their own chaos. So did Jacob by trying to find a safe bunker or anywhere to survive with you. Jacob found the train to the last bunker 15 minutes prior to the predicted time of impact… but it only lets 1 more person to go in.

Lee Hyunjae: When Eric said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up. "Lemme guess, you're trying to get onto my pants, so some friend set you up to pull my chair?" It's the way, you said "not exactly" with a tomato face that made him think you could be different.

Kim Younghoon: You didn't like small dogs, but when a poodle with a tagged collar named Bori slept in front of your gate cold and lost, you took her in and let her sleep with you. After missing posters were spread around the neighborhood, you thought the poodle was ready to go home. Not until she barked to her own owner, Younghoon, and bit him. He then suggested to visit Bori everyday to your house until Bori goes home, but now that she did, why did Younghoon felt like he was more at home with you than Bori was?

Lee Juyeon: You and Juyeon had to make a couple dance project. In your head, you asked the leader of your crew to set him up with you. In his head, the moment you choreographed suggestive moves, confirmed your feelings for him since he usually could tell when a girl had a crush on him. However, something about the way you tried to earn his trust and love was different. None of the girls who liked him even knew he loved dancing. It scared him a little… but excited him enough that he stayed to know more.

Moon Kevin: Kevin loved being an artist. What he hates is not being able to be one for a living. One day, you came up to him in front of an ice cream truck. You told him you know his works and you recognize the meaning. On the other hand, Kevin was too stunned to remember to ask for your phone number. As soon as her got a chance to exhibit his art, he submitted his artworks so that only you can get the hints.

Ji Changmin: Sci-Fi AU where humans are no longer the dominant species anymore. As clans of humans hide in futuristic domes that disguises as gigantic rocks, humans who reached adult age have to prove their worth by searching for food. You were just doing so by trying to find spices and animals. What you didn't know is you took another clan's food by mistake. . and the only one from that clan who would help you escape was a guy named Changmin.

Choi Chanhee: Both of your parents are enemies. Your mother is a scientist who ditched her family for a theory, his mother is a mathemathician who is distant with her own family for her math theory to prove your mom's invalid. As you go to the same school, both of you gain each of your mother's loves in exchange that you both fight in an uneccesary academic battle. One day, you both realize that you didn't want any of this, and the only way to heal your wounds is to love each other.

Ju Haknyeon: Haknyeon and you were childhood friends, but Haknyeon befriended people who peer-pressured him into not treating girls right, and sadly it included you. One day, you cried at the way he treated you, but Haknyeon didn't know why hurting you hurt him more than it should.

Kim Sunwoo: You didn't know the spinning vision you see every day is a symptom of a life-threatening disease. So when there was a mail from the hospital to your house, Sunwoo opened it first and put it in the trash. That's how 15 minutes later, he got down on one knee.

Sohn Eric: Eric was frustrated when he felt like he wasn't talented enough to make you, his crush, impressed. But what he didn't know is that you listen to a soundcloud account with @/youngjae_sohn as their username.

All will be released before July (Not a promise, just in case I can't keep it)

Toodles,

Ellie

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astrae4 · 1 year ago

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jealousy is a disease | choi chanhee

pairings — idol!chanhee x idol!reader

genre — romance, comedy, humor, fluff, and angst if you consider jealousy as that..?

warnings — signs of possessiveness and jealousy, and a bit of slight suggestiveness (kissing)

note — 200 followers special 🤍 Thank you so much for the support, my loves~ I appreciate each and every one of you so thank you for supporting me too! Let’s continue to be closer to each other in the future (´ε｀ ʃƪ)

more works — masterlist | tbz!masterlist

WHAT WOULD YOU DO if your beloved was being dispatched with “another man” right this instance just because dispatch can’t even recognize the right man?

“TXT’s Beomgyu? What?! We don’t even look alike!” He fumed, “and for the record you two wouldn’t look good together!”

You stood by the door frames, amused as you watched your little penguin throw a tantrum and vent his anger out on his pillow.

“Well, being caught by dispatch is still a bad situation, baby. Even if we got exposed correctly.”

“Yeah but.! but…UGH” he exclaimed, burying his head in the poor pillow.

You walked up to him and sat on the bed, making it droop. Even when Chanhee felt your presence on the bed, he didn’t move to look at you, still sulking.

“Baby,” you called, running your hands on his hair.

Finally, he turned to you, letting out a small whine in the process. Even though you know you shouldn’t, all you could look at was his puffy lips (which was still pouting by the way).

He seemed to have noticed.

Without a warning, he went on top of you, both hands beside your head. You’re startled, but immediately made your hands home to his shoulder.

“What—” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as he cut you off with a kiss, your right hand naturally going to his cheek.

Chanhee felt breathless, as if all rationalism was sucked out of him as all he could think about was making the world know you’re his. All he could feel was your soft lips on his.

his his his his his his his

After awhile, you tapped his shoulder as you were running out of breath; and both of you let go of each other, panting.

He gave one last kiss on your cheek, this time way softer and sweet than the one before, before snuggling his head into your neck.

With a muffled voice, he asked you sweetly, “Mine..?”

You exasperated with humor, “Yes darling, all yours.”

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#deoboyznet #tbz #theboyz #chanhee #fluff #angst #deobi #romance #humor #comedy #the boyz chanhee #tbz chanhee #choi chanhee #txt #beomgyu #txt beomgyu

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deoboyznet · 9 months ago

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heads up! check out lennon's new fic! pls remember to reblog as always <3

valentine's win || choi chanhee

» summary: it’s valentine’s day, and chanhee, your boyfriend, refuses to admit defeat when he wants to win you a (not so little) prize.

» rating: pg-13

» genre: established relationship

» warnings: you know all things considered (aka it's me) this doesn’t have any really? chanhee jokes about his ass being grabbed and like one tame sexual implication but that’s it

» words: 1,147

» a/n: i have a lot of 10k or more wips and i just wanted to get something cute out for valentine's so i wrote this channie drabble today so you’re welcome @heemingyu at your service i guess

Chanhee had a lot of talents. Sports and physical exercise in general wasn’t one of them. It made you wonder, often, how he was so strong. He hated working for it, and honestly you understood, even if you likely frequented the gym more than him. Though he lacked in that department, he was incredibly stubborn and scarce on any sort of ability to quit if he set his mind to something.

Which is why you’d spent the past fifteen minutes watching your boyfriend fail at winning a large Pokémon plush at a fair. He just wouldn’t relent and money was no issue when it came to his bruised ego.

“Baby, don’t waste all your mone-”

“I’m going to get it,” he interrupts, though in a way that is still kind towards you. His words might be harsh, but they hold no bite when directed your way. You know not to take it personally and you don’t, smiling instead as you wrap your arms around his middle.

“We can just buy him online. Works out cheaper too, I’m sure,” Chanhee knows you’re right. Of course it’s cheaper. But it’s valentine’s day and he wants to get his girlfriend a stupid plushy if it’s the last thing he does on this consumerist holiday.

“I want to win him…” he turns, a pout on his face as he looks at you. The amount of basketballs he’s missed throwing at the hoop has made you feel defeated for him. Though you could never tell him it was a waste of his time (only money). Honestly, you thought it was sweet, how insistent he was that you walk home with this squishy large version of Charmander.

“Don’t be so pouty, I’ll have to kiss you,” you answer, resting your chin on his shoulder as his head twists to the side to look at your face. He smiles, gently first as he holds a basketball to his other hip with one hand, his free fingers hooking under your chin when he turns towards you.

“Kiss me then,” you do. Chanhee wasn’t big on kissing in public, so the few times he’d ask, you wouldn’t say no. You could never deny him when he asked, and he smiles as you return the kiss gently and pull away to beam at him.

“I love you. And I won’t love you any less if you don’t win it,” Chanhee huffs, making you laugh while you take another sip of your drink.

“Well, I was going to consider defeat but not with that attitude, miss.”

“What attitude?" Chanhee!”

“I’ll go again, please,” he tells the poor kid working there, likely doing it for a little extra cash and not understanding why it’s that serious.

“Maybe next time we bring Eric.”

“Now you’re just insulting me. He’s too short to even aim that far.”

“He probably sensed that insult, you know?” Chanhee rolls his eyes, though there’s a smile on his face and a laugh you know he’s suppressing.

You move away from him to give him space, watching as he plays instead. Honestly, you’d offer to do it for him, having more faith in your own coordination at this rate, but you know he wouldn’t accept the help. Not to mention, you knew he was doing it for you and you didn’t want to step all over him.

It was sweet, he was sweet, and as much as you wanted to disapprove of him wasting money like this, your heart clenched thinking of telling him no outright and walking away.

“This is rigged,” you roll your eyes, knowing he’s right though equally knowing it wasn’t impossible, he was just making it such, “I give up.”

Even just five minutes ago, Chanhee walking away would’ve been a secret blessing to you. But now, he almost looks sad, like he’s failed at something far more important than it really is, and you feel terrible.

“Hey… don’t do that,” now it’s your turn to pout with him, cupping his cheeks as his fingers circle around your wrists. You want to kiss his nose and so you do, leaning up and placing a little peck on his skin before you reach into the backpocket of his jeans for his wallet.

“Since when do you just grab my ass in public?”

He smirks, almost a little amused as he watches you go through his wallet to sort through some coins to find the right one, “I don’t want you to give up.”

“You told me five minutes ago to stop wasting my money,” Chanhee responds, eyes narrowing on you.

“And I changed my mind. I think you can do it,” he looks skeptical, like he doesn’t believe you, but he appreciates the way you try to motivate him anyway, even at a price. The weight of his own wallet.

“Really?”

“Mhmm, you’re taller than Eric, no?” Chanhee laughs, beautifully too, and it makes you smile and kiss his cheek quickly before you practically shoo him back to play. Leaning slightly against the counter space, you watch your boyfriend's concentrated face. It’s cute, the way you know he’s trying to focus.

“Don’t overthink it. Just, get as many as you can. Don’t stress over it when you miss.”

“If I miss,” he comments back, making you roll your eyes at his sudden cockiness before he starts to play.

You don’t think of it much first. Honestly, you didn’t fully focus on the points until your brain is slowly putting two and two together and you realize he has enough to redeem what he wanted.

“I won?”

“You- Cha-”

You were rendered speechless, brought out of it when your boyfriend beams at being handed over the orange little dragon (or lizard?). It’s only when he stands in front of you that you respond and throw your arms around his neck, the man lifting you off the ground to squeeze you in return.

“Oh my god, you did it!”

“And you doubted me,” he frowns, though it’s not very convincing nor genuine.

“I’ll repent later,” you tease, feeling him smile and lean to kiss your cheek before handing the plushie over to you.

“Happy Valentine's day, my princess.”

“That’s my line.”

“That’s definitely not your line,” he scoffs, arm going around you as you both approach the bar. You look at him again, taking in all of his features though he catches on quick and turns to smile at you again.

“You look pretty,” he says, momentarily stopping you in your steps while you practically cling to the won prize.

“Thank you, Chanhee. I really love it,” and okay, maybe your boyfriend did spend way too long and more money than he should’ve to win it. Though honestly, it warmed your heart to know how determined he was for your happiness and for that smile on your face.

Chanhee never wanted to go without it.

see ya'll in the next changmin fic ✌️

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#member: choi chanhee #user: strayed-quokka #genre: written #words: 1k+#au: established relationship #warnings: suggestive themes

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nuitdhiverasa · 1 year ago

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Coucou, je viens vous partager quelques galeries que j’ai sur le side, si elles peuvent vous inspirer ou vous aider si vous jamais vous cherchiez des galeries ou des fcs, n’hésitez pas à vous servir ou vous en servir, pour faire des demandes ou ou whatever ♥ à noter que je viendrais update cette liste au fur et à mesure que j’en upload, tout comme j’update régulièrement certaines galerie aussi ♥ (also, si vous avez des suggestions ou que vous voulez que je rajoute vos galeries dans le post, hésitez pas à me mp!) Adut Akech,, sud-soudanaise Zhou Jieqiong,, chinoise Song Yuqi,, chinoise Han Jisung,, coréen Cho Miyeon,, coréenne Lee Juyeon,, coréen Kim Sunwoo,, coréen Wang Yibo,, chinois Choi Chanhee,, coréen Lee Jieun (IU),, coréenne Miyawaki Sakura,, japonaise Kim Minjung (winter),, coréenne Xiao Zhan,, chinois Jung Subin,, coréen Kim Taeyeon,, coréenne Ji Changmin,, coréen Kit Young,, britannique Conan Gray,, américain (origines japonaises & irlandaises) Chwe Hansol (Vernon),, américain & coréen Minatozaki Sana + 1,, japonaise Hunter Schafer,, Américaine

#faceclaim #rpg #fc #ressources #ressources rpg #ressources avatars #ressources faceclaim

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from-izzy · 3 months ago

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the boyz masterlist ♡

OT11

[~300-400 ☂/♡/➳ʚ/ɞ] "what do you think of flowers/bouquets?" ↳ hyung 🤍 98 🤍 maknae

Lee Sangyeon

Jacob Bae

Kim Younghoon

Lee Jaehyun | Hyunjae

Lee Juyeon

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee | New

Ji Changmin | Q

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo

Eric Sohn

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz hyung line masterlist 🤍 the boyz 98 line masterlist 🤍 the boyz maknae line masterlist 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 riize masterlist 🤍 other masterlist

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deoboyznet · 1 year ago

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would you like to... 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄?

the following is our tag navigation page; go wild!

— WHICH BOY??

ot11

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kim younghoon

lee hyunjae

lee juyeon

kevin moon

choi chanhee

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ju haknyeon

kim sunwoo

eric sohn

— GENRES/TYPES

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— HOW TO SEARCH

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ericshoney · 9 months ago

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Fashionista ~ Choi Chanhee

It was an ordinary Sunday morning. You were sitting on your sofa, curled up with a blanket and a morning coffee. You didn't have any plans for the day, that was until your best friend Chanhee called you.

"Good morning!" His cheerful voice called as you answered the call.

"Morning, you sound cheerful." You replied simpily.

"Of course, we've got a free day and I was thinking we could go shopping~" He sang.

"Sure, it sounds good to me." You said.

"Awesome, I'll come by your place in an hour!" He exclaimed.

You laughed as he hung up the phone. You loved when you could spend time with your best friend, especially with how busy he could be, while being an idol and all. It was good to have some down time, and hope there weren't too many fans to interrupt.

After placing your phone down, you went to your bedroom to get changed for the day. You checked the weather and saw it was slightly breezy, so you slipped into a pair of light blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a white bomber jacket. You grabbed your bag and just in time, there was a knock at the door, you opened it to see Chanhee, in an outfit fairly similar to your own.

"Great minds think alike~" He said, making you giggle.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yes, there's this pair of shoes I've been looking at for a while." You answered, making the male laugh.

With that, you both started walking into the city to do some much needed shopping and chill time together. It had been a few weeks since you really hung out with Chanhee, other than a quick chat.

When you arrived at the shops, you quickly went to show Chanhee the shoes you liked. He was quiet when you did, his fashion brain thinking them over. After a few minutes, he smiled and nodded.

"They would suit you, with some jeans or a skirt." He said.

"I'm so glad you approve." You said, slight sarcasm dripping from your voice.

Chanhee laughed and shoved you gently. You went to find if they had your size, asking the worker, who soon went out back to look. You took a seat, looking at Chanhee, who stood next to you, still looking around.

"Did you dye your hair again?" You asked him.

"Hmm, yeah it's for the comeback." He answered.

"It suits you." You replied.

He gave you a smile, "Thanks," He responded.

"The others are asking about you too." He added.

"Oh yeah?" You called.

"Yeah, asking when your going to come over again, Sangyeon offered to cook your favourite." He said.

"How about next weekend, you guys all free?" You suggested.

"Yeah, we're good. You could sleep over too if you wanted, just don't tell our manager." He said, making you giggle.

The worker then came back, luckily with your size. You thanked them and paid for the shoes, before you and Chanhee decided to go grab a drink and something to eat. You both headed to a small cafe nearby, taking a seat by the window.

"So, how have things been?" You asked, once you were both settled with some drinks and treats.

"They've been good, as I said earlier we've got a comeback soon." He answered.

"Can't wait to see it~" You said with a wink.

"Yes little miss Hyunjae bias~" He replied, making you laugh.

"Jealous?" You called.

"Not one bit, I'm your best friend, not him." He said with a scoff.

You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, happy to have a close friendship with Chanhee and be able to joke about his group members. You were lucky to have him and he was lucky to have you.

"So, where to next?" He asked, once you both finished eating.

"Anywhere, I'm just happy to spend some time with my best friend." You answered.

Chanhee smiled as you both linked arms and headed off to continue your fashion shop and spend your free day together.

#kpop #kpop oneshot #the boyz #the boyz oneshot #the boyz fanfic #kpop fanfic #fluff #friendship #chanhee #choi chanhee #the boyz chanhee #x reader #female reader #friend!reader #platonic #boy friend #shopping #chanhee x reader

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sungbeam · 1 year ago

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requests, the third round

a/n: yk,, i always say im not good with requests, but sometimes, i really do just need a whole system reboot and to look at other people's ideas 💀 so this is me trying 🤸‍♀️

NOW OPEN FROM TODAY, SEPT. 5TH TO FRIDAY, SEPT. 8TH !! NOW CLOSED

some ground rules:

✶ remember that i am Not Good At Requests. if i don't end up getting to yours/give up on them, then i'm sorry. if u want a guaranteed fic, u prob shouldn't come to my inbox :')

✶ this is my mainly sfw blog; pls keep all requests pg-13, suggestive at the most. here's a sample of how far i'm willing to go for the sake of readers on this blog.

✶ i'm very much willing to write about death, grief, violence, and blood, to an extent. pls do not send a request romanticizing toxic and/or abusive relationships, bc i will delete it.

✶ i write fem reader at default, but i am very much open to gn reader too. just be sure to specify!

✶ would i write a love triangle? a love square? a love octagon??? (yes, i'm bringing this back) if u want it, and i have the energy for it, lmk LMAO

✶ ONCE YOU HAVE SENT IN A REQUEST, i will update this post below the cut with requests i've received so far. pls check there for if i've seen your ask :]

how to request:

send a prompt(s)/au/song inspo/etc + genre(s) + desired idol boyo(s)!!

— i'll write for anyone from the EIGHT groups i have a masterlist for LOL (prob an emphasis on tbz but maybe this'll get me back to ncity, who knows)

— some prompt ideas: dialogue. question starters. fluff. hozier for vibes. from a villain. werewolf by night quotes.

request queue!

— if u told me i don't have to use all the prompts, i still put them down just so i have all the ideas in one place ^_^

lee hyunjae x "you feel like home to me" x debut/predebut era — from anon

jung wooyoung x "i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" x "there’s nothing sweeter than my baby" x fluff, suggestive — from @jaehunnyy

lee hyunjae x e2l x "i don't understand why you have to torment me every second of the day! you were a sweetheart when you left, obviously life happened and now you're a devil! what the fuck, lee jaehyun?!" x "you don't understand how i think of you everyday when we were apart" x "i'm not saying that i'm using you but could you fix me? put me back together?" — from anon

kim sunwoo x e2l x spy au x angst x "working together again, it’s just like old times." x "clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place." x "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." x "enemies make the best lovers, you know. " x "why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?" — from @shakalakaboomboo

hwang intak or yoon keeho x “it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break.” x hurt/comfort — from anon

eric sohn x bffs2l x "was that your first kiss?" x "you can kiss me, you know." — from @mosviqu

eric sohn x “i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you” x “promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up?” — from @ericlvr

lee sangyeon x spy au x "what are you doing out here by yourself?" x "you gonna be a good girl for me?" x "they're dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i." x suggestive/action — from @winterchimez

choose an idol boy 😋 x actors au x e2l x happy ending by svt — from 🌷 anon

idol boy selection in progress x corpse bride au x horror — from 🌷 anon

lee juyeon(?) x soc/helnik au x "i fell in love with the fire long ago." — from @hqrana

xu minghao x "when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream." x "i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be." x shang-chi au x angst and/or comfort — from @tranquilpetrichor

jacob bae or ji changmin x hozier's francesca x hurt/comfort, angst x a love that endures — from @zzoguri

ji changmin x new year's day (taylor swift) x fluff, comfort — from anon

jacob bae x band au x secret muse/songwriter au x vancouver by big naughty x busking — from @hongyangi

choi chanhee x e2l x she fell first, but he fell harder trope x banter/teasing — from @richasdiary

lee hyunjae x royalty au x poor girl/servant girl x royalty/prince au — from anon

lee hyunjae x bad boy good girl trope — from anon

kevin moon x older brother's best friend x secret relationship x "good morning, sleeping beauty." x "is that my shirt?" x "you look good like this." x "are you trying to get us in trouble?" x "are you sure this is a good idea?" x fluff, suggestive — from @confuchan

lee juyeon x "we can't keep doing this" x bffs 2 lovers — from anon

choi beomgyu x heartbreak girl by 5sos x angst, uber fluffy ending — from @loveliestfelix

lee jeno x best friends 2 lovers x dress by taylor swift — from anon

eric sohn x hands by flatsound x angst with or without a happy ending — from anon

eric sohn x “is that my shirt?” x fluff/suggestive — from anon

lee hyunjae x "you can hold my hand, if you want." x zombie apocalypse au — from anon

kim sunwoo x sweet nothing by taylor swift — from anon

#the boyz x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #wayv x reader #nct 127 x reader #txt x reader #enhypen x reader #ateez x reader #p1harmony x reader #stray kids x reader #seventeen x reader #part of me feels like imma regret this.... we'll see how i feel tonight and tmr

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littleroaes · 1 year ago

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The Apple of His Eye (love4eva), c.ch

Inspired by loona yyxy, love4eva

Upon a private boarding school, Choi Chanhee falls from grace after seeking out the forest. Despite his sudden change in perception, his desk mate, Y/n, is determined to secure her place as a distinguished student, with or without Choi Chanhee as her concurrence. With lost innocence and opened eyes, he comes to tempt her to fall from heaven with him…or escape it.

PAIRING ⏵ ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) choi chanhee x fem!reader

GENRE ⏵ Garden of Eden!au, enemies to lovers(ish)!au, academic rivals to lovers(ish)!au (formal to each other), boarding school!au, suggestive, TENSION(literary, rivalry, suggestive...),

WARNINGS ⏵ kissing someone without consent, so much tension, bird mating(youll get it), slight symbolism, proofread once!

WORD COUNT 7.1 k

It is here people! This story does include some symbolism that refers to Garden of Eden(the story). Though, I feel like it's just as enjoyable to read without trying to find them! I am not totally confident in my own skill of presenting these symbols, but I think watching the love4eva MV(re-posted bc bLoCkBeRy cReAtIvE) and knowing the story of Garden of Eden(more in depth, short) is enough to enjoy it! I'm not sure if I should do a short post with the actual symbolism or I'll ruin it then, but we'll see, please enjoy!

like and reblog are highly encouraged !

I DON'T LIKE TO GO OUTSIDE, UV LIGHTS CAUSES MELANOMA.

I enjoy most foods, but grapefruits are too sour, it causes bruises to form in your mouth. Grapes are adequate, but they bother other students when you bite into them, so I simply avoid them completely. I’m fond of my routines. At 7 PM I wash and change with the other girls and by 7:45 I tuck myself into bed with my three other roommates. I’ve learnt to sleep exactly eight hours, no one comes and wakes me up, I simply sit up and see the other girls doing the same. I’m a simple person, I enjoy being comfortable. Therefore I’m very happy over our school uniform and paper guide for how to style our hair and do our face.

You don’t need to indulge in materialism or confine yourself to the outside. You’re free to explore the wonders of this corner of the earth, though just this corner. But I sleep well, eat well and have a comfortable social circle, therefore, there is nothing more to ask for.

On the latest assignment, I wrote better than Chanhee. We sit two and two in the classroom. I’m on the left and Chanhee, my desk partner, are on my right. I noticed when I was little how Mrs.Lee would pat my shoulder if I did good or make really long and satisfying eye contact while complimenting me. And when my results were poorer than Chanhee, he was the one getting words of confirmation and she simply walked past me.

When in the library, I make sure to be there first. Taking a seat right before the double door so when he walks in, I am the first sight for his eyes to witness. But after I did that the first time, the second time I walked in, he sat in the exact same spot. I have my studying planned out throughout the day. I read new texts in the morning after the health class, then I revise after lunch, during the afternoon after all the classes I continue studying for an hour and I read right before bed time. The boys and girls are on the opposite sides of the building, but we have classes and general free time together. And everytime I walk through the school to get to the next class, he’s reading some thought-provoking essay.

But today when I went to the library, he wasn’t there. I thought that maybe I was first and took a seat, but he never came out of the double doors. It wasn’t until our first class I saw him on the couch staring out the window. Without his loafers, he has one leg over the other and his right hand under his chin. While that, he stares out the endless forest as if searching for something. When Mrs.Lee calls for a group project and sits immersed within her own desk, my classmates start talking.

“What is wrong with Classmate Chanhee?” One asks as she picks up the pen to start writing.

“You have not heard of it?” Another one leans forward.

“What?”

Her eyes inspected us daringly before coming even closer and I too started floating towards her. “Classmate Eunjun says he met the devil tonight.” She whispers and snickers.

“I’ve heard he got bitten by a snake when he did garden work yesterday.”

“That’s why I hate doing garden work.”

I turn away from our little circle and observe Classmate Chanhee in his group. The three other classmates discuss the topic on the paper and Chanhee simply gazes the other way. Slowly they come to change focus and I hear how they discuss possibilities and of a mathematical formula. I look over to Mrs.Lee desk and catch her turning towards Chanhee without a clear pattern. At those moments, he turns away from the window and gives his eyes to one of our classmates.

My classmates fall victim to whispers and I don’t blame them. But yesterday’s afternoon, I saw Chanhee down in Mrs.Lee office. It’s on the second floor and when walking down from the girls rooms and to the library, you have to walk past it. Yesterday, I was about to start my third studying period in the library and took notice of how Mrs.Lee’s door was open. Before I fully passed, I turned my gaze behind to catch a glimpse of the alluring scene behind the door. And there stood Chanhee, with his hands behind his back and facing the wooden floor. Mrs.Lee held a pair of white socks, those we all have to our uniform. But they were spots of dirtiness. Dirtiness you don’t get from doing garden activity.

When we finish up our group discussions, each of us place the desks in a symmetrical rectangle. My place is on the second row, number seven. Six and five are right beside me on the same row and number eight is my partner, Chanhee. When everyone has taken their seat and pledges their focus on Mrs.Lee, I suspect a faint clatter of paper touching each other. Mrs.Lee back faces us and I side eye my right. Classmate Chanhee has a torn piece of paper in his lap. His fingers gently touch the dramatically folded piece and I look at him. The strange interaction I find myself in only intensifies when Classmate Chanhee looks back.

I wonder what’s wrong with him when he looks at me like that. He sits there without shoes and seemingly no awareness of where in the world he is. Like an ignorant bystander, he has no idea God just walked past him. As I’m thinking that, his extremely drear face turns into some expression I can’t describe. It sends shivers down my spine as if the window just burst open. I feel oddly ill in the midst of the class. He smiles as if we would be friends, but his eyes would be described as evil.

I feel my back straining and my face desperately shows how displeased I am. But that clatter of paper hears again and I look down to see his hands leaning that teared paper to me. My eyes fall back on his and I feel ill again. I turn my head back to Mrs.Lee as if I’m detached to his bizarre behavior, without taking the paper.

The voices of my classmates call back when each wall is meters away from me. I have Reina(my friend I'm sharing a room with) on my left and we stay close in line to get our plates. At the front of the desk, the lady with a black apron holds out the cream white plate with flower illustrations. It’s a rectangular table stacked with savory bread, thick soup, meat and fruit. The only rule for the food personal is to use food from St.Louis own garden.

I hold out my plate with two hands and see how the woman folds out a sourdough bread. Thick layer of sour cream, heavy meat toppings, cherry tomatoes and some chopped arugula. It all is packed neatly in between the bread slices. Before I deviate from Reina, the woman pushes the sandwich to the right side of my plate and places the green apple.

We sit four and four, I’m at the table furthest down under the 2 by 5 meter painting.

I have Classmate five beside me and Chanhee in front of me. I take notice of how his hands are under the table and his eyes wander off. As if the plate isn’t there. Chanhee didn’t clatter with papers or look at me strangely after that I folded up that wall between us. But in my mind, his hands kept pulling my thoughts and I can’t recall what Mrs.Lee preached at the chalkboard.

I turn my head down to my lunch and feel hunger telling me to pick up the textured bread. Classmate five has already eaten half of his sandwich and taken a bite of the apple. I do the same and listen to that chirp sound of the bread breaking and taste the savoriness. The apple contrasts it with its mildly sourness . When I’ve taken exactly three bites I look up and see Classmate Chanhee still seemingly unaware of the plate before him. The bites get tougher and I force my teeth to pressure the other side when I bite down.

As I observe him, still holding that sandwich to my mouth. Classmate Chanhee turns his head from the painting to the table closest to the window. Mrs.Lee sits in an angle so she can access the full view of each student. After inspecting his very anticipation watching Mrs.Lee gaze out over the hall, I too turn to see what has seized him.

I can’t seem to understand what truly, Classmate Chanhee is looking at. But after a minute passes, Mrs.Lee bends down over the plate to take a bite of her own bread and greens. The second she does that, I hear the chair before me move quietly. Classmate Chanhee stands up and I see Classmate number six also viewing his figure. He holds his plate that he hasn't touched throughout the lunch. Because of the lack of shoes, each step is deaf. Before he walks out the double doors, I see how he tilts the plate to the trash. Chanhee places his plate beside it and walks out.

I make eye contact with Classmate six. There’s no grace in this interaction as the second we look at each other, Classmate six tilts her head away and takes another bite of her sandwich. I side eye Mrs.Lee who still eats, unaware of a sudden deviation in her school.

I don’t care about Chanhee, I praise myself. A boy worthy as my rival has become an spiteful outlier at St. Louis. Like his points for the latest test, he has fallen from grace.

Further into the afternoon, I’m in the library again. A single sunlight pierce through those windows before splitting into thousands of pieces. That first hour I spent my time revising those texts from the first class. Shortly after I lifted one page of notes over the other, but I couldn’t make sense of the key words and arrows. The me from that first class has underlined words without seemingly any intent.

My hands fall to the table as if making an uproar, but nothing but that sound comes back to me and I walk up from my chair. The backs of books stand in an endless vertical tunnel and I walk past each shelf without looking twice.

I need to fill that blank space between from when I first met chanhee this morning to his disappearance after lunch.

I’m deep in the library now. Those shelves tightens around me and conceal the afternoon sunlight. On a plastic stand in red it says “biology” and so I bend my knees down a bit to read the titles on shelf four. Between “The Biology Dictionary” and “Anatomy of The Human Eye” I pick up my title. About the general structure of our human cells. I turn the hardcover in my hands.

“Authentic Breakdown of The Human Cell” His voice is a lot louder than acceptable for a library and I pretend like it didn’t affect me, but for a moment I could have tripped the entire shelf.

Closer than a half meter stands Classmate Chanhee behind my shoulder. Tilting his head to analyze the cover in my hands. I try to understand his tired eyes and locked arms behind his back.

“It is quite a poor choice, Miss.” He says and backs away.

“And what do you mean with that?” I say and continue searching the shelfs like there’s something left to find. I slowly walk up the hall and he follows after. When Chanhee doesn’t answer my question, I turn to him. He smiles again and I sigh.

“Won’t you put on a pair of shoes, please.” I say and read the other titles. Chanhee is now right behind me again and finds interest in whatever my eye lands on.

“The water is still drying off them, you will have to live with it.”

I, without returning any words, view him briefly. During that moment, he looks at me with a stupid smile and a hand on a book eight shelves over the floor. I simply let my eye fall back and turn on my heel. The emotion I’m feeling makes me grip my Anatomy Cell Book a bit tighter and each step of my shoes does this echoing sound. That sound is so deafening that I feel quite observed.

My way down to the table, Classmate Chanhee follows me. I sit down and adjust my skirt before folding open the hardcovers. It’s one page between more than a thousand, and I stare at the letters in a way to convince him I’m unaffected.

“Mrs.Lee lectured about the chromosomes, the events of the nucleus happened last week.” My lip might just crack because of how hard I bite it. My hand places a strand behind my ear that was covering the sight. And Chanhee simply leans on his palm and stares at me like he isn’t just here to be a burden.

“Doesn’t Classmate have somewhere else to be at this moment?” I ask him with dread.

“Maybe I do have.” Chanhee says easy, before falling back into the chair. “But I do not think I have the inclination for it.”

In the midst of our agitated conversation and continued eye contact. Someone comes through the double doors. She greets another person further away from us, I assume the librarian. It gets quiet between us, the steam seems to cool down for the time being. I sit there and stare into nothing, until Chanhee stands behind his seat, looking down at me.

“Well, I guess I have to take my leave, how unfortunate.” He says and pushes the chair under the table.

“I feel very fortunate, actually.”

“You do not understand it, do you?” He smiles, “I’ll may be the only one to rescue you.”

I want that cold sensation from when I wash my face to drown me. For each second, I scrub my face a bit harder. I find myself in the mirror when I look up again. My hands drip of soap and water and I feel myself wanting to clean off something much deeper within me than the dead bits on my face.

I tear off some papers beside the mirror and clean off the water before it soaks my clothes. During the same time, to the left, in the mirror, I see Reina with my two other classmates I share a room with, standing in the door opening. That paper can’t absorb anymore water, but even then I fold it between my palms. Each girl stands tightly intertwined with the other and each head nearly leaning on the next. A discolord, wet sink looks up at me when I rub my hands with wet papers and closed jaws.

Finally I do look up. Behind my single reflection in the scattered mirror, I see Reina observing me there. Our eyes fall into some sort of trance, but she quickly breaks it off and reaches out to the other girls. Without a word spoken between us four, that door shuts me off from them and I have nothing more to stare on than myself.

Not with too much time in between, I leave the bathroom too. My dress feels like a blanket loosely sewed together and I have no shoes. No sign of a presence in these corridors. The heat from under my feet has no chance against the cold open space of the wooden floor. I stare at a meter high painting and see the moonlight pierce through the chandelier and paint stars on that war scene. I stare at that tragedy before me and catch a silhouette at the floor of my viewpoint. The turn my head does feels awful. My hand reaches out for my sorry neck, but I don’t get to console when everything inside of me turns into chaoticness, like the war scene on the painting.

“What are you doing here?!” It’s a whisper but in pure rage.

Choi Chanhee stands under the chandelier in the next hallway. For some unclear cause, he still wears his red blazer and dress shorts. My head watches those two ways our hallway continues. Down to the right the girls' rooms are and to the left, the female teachers. Choi Chanhee finds himself in the girls' part of the school, the complete opposite side of where his bed is.

“It is very dull there.” Choi Chanhee walks closer to me with hands in his pockets. He inspects the surroundings and I continuously look to my sides.

“There is nothing interesting here, go away.”

“There is another painting here.” Choi Chanhee points at that war scene I stared at right before. “It is quite an interesting painting. The painter created a fantastic composition.”

“You should-”

The right part of the hallway screams back those steps from a pair of heeled shoes. The female teacher has higher heels than us and that heel to toe action sounds a lot more compact than our male ones. There’s a desperation within me that makes me recall all these doors I’ve seen my whole life. Between a painting and a flower is a door to a closet. I take his wrist because I know my life depends on it and I run for that door because it’s the only thing that can save me.

I couldn’t dissect his expression before I started running. But when I leap forward, I feel no restriction and I could fall on my knees to thank him for compliance. Behind that door, there is only space for a mop and torn clothes. I want to stand comfortably, but my heel hits a bucket, which also makes a scarring noise as it hits the wall. I breathe in and get nothing but dust in my lungs. I want to get them out of me, but I have no choice but to suffocate them further down my throat. There is no light beside small gaps between the woods.

“Do you want to suffer forever ?” I whisper again as the adrenaline continuously drowns my self regulation and critical thinking.

“Tell me why I will suffer?” He asks.

The darkness wraps around us like blankets. My horrendous dress pushes against his clean blazer and I make out a faint part of his face.

I wonder if his eyes have also started to adapt to this darkness. If he looks down at me now too, because I simply look at the gap between the door and the wall. My mouth doesn’t open because I don’t think to answer his question. The silence keeps whatever dignity I have left in me. As I listen to the teacher's heels on the cold hard floor, I come to think of my peers. The girls whisper and secretive stares. I try to run away from these thoughts, but I know I’m flawing.

“This is very exciting.”

I look at him again. For some reason he continuously has that boyish smile on. He’s picking on shattered glass as if they were flowers, and I truly wonder what has happened to him.

“You’re sick.” I whisper.

Chanhee smiles and comes closer so that the blazer pushes up even more against my dress. The air is dry and I feel like breaking a window. The humidity feels exotic and suffocating, so I should escape from it.

With nothing more than a grip on my arm, he puts his lips on my own. I don’t look in a certain direction and my hand hangs awkwardly down my sides. It is warm, like fire and red just like it. I find his action to be confusing and when he moves back to his own corner of the closet, I have this wet feeling on the spot where he was. I bring the arm of my dress to my lips and dry off whatever trace he has left on me. And only at this moment, I see myself from a third person. The upper half of my body pushing against his. I feel each movement of my heart and how it aches while I focus on each breath.

It’s shameful. Our eyes have adjusted to this darkness and Chanhee can see my full figure. I want to hide, but there’s nothing here. There is nothing other than this useless blanket to a dress to cover my vulnerabilities. And when his fringe tickles my nose I leave that closet.

Without care I throw that piece of wood out my way. I don’t look back to whatevers behind me and walk straight to my room. I hold my arms around my chest, and it is not because I’m cold.

The afternoon is relatively empty when I’m in the library. There’s a girl two tables away from me that’s in another class. And a boy one floor above mine. My table is covered in hardcovers as I try to revise the last class. Biology, the scientific study of life and for this moment, the behavior, chains and events in animal life.

I try to extract keywords from how the avian develops post birth, but my mind drifts away to rainy days beside the classroom window. I don’t like observing the window. I find the classroom to be the only real thing in my square vision. But today before lunch, I tilted my head on my palm and watched a raven escape the downpour. Their wingspan is larger than a crow and its night colors and devious hair made me think it doesn’t belong in this timeless place.

I stare at that white page with unending black streaks, waiting for something I don’t believe in. As a sudden rainstorm in clear sunlight bursting through the library window, I get my book pulled down from my face. That storm from before comes crashing in from all directions, shaking the hardcovers left on my table. His golden eyes stare intensely into mine like that first morning class.

I should ignore this boy like everyone else, let him die as in no longer recognising his existence. But I keep leaning into his magnetic field. He’s got strings attached to me and knows exactly when to pull it.

“You have quite a collection here.” Chanhee says and without aim lifts up a hardcover.

Chanhee starts reading, something I haven’t seen him do since that last library period before the girls and boys went to their respective halls. I try to make sense of his expression, but neither eyes, lips, brows twitch or change. The rain beating up the dirty windows is the loudest thing in the room. I tap my fingers a bit.

“What do you think about it?” I ask him.

With his fingers, he separates two pages of the ones he’s reading. The book falls to his lap and he looks up to me again. It doesn’t take long before he turns on the book, back to front, smiling as he does it. I feel weirdly perceived at this moment so I flatten my skirt and raise my chin.

“It is quite disturbing, isn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Disturbing?” I ask him with a scoff.

He leans closer over the table with the white pages turned against the ceiling. His head hangs low so when he looks up at me, I feel like he wants to tell me a secret. It’s no use keeping secrets I thought before, but I find myself leaning in, in an effort to close our space.

“This example;” He coughs, “On a spring morning behind the new flourished nature. Flying towards left and then right in a serene manner. Then,” He coughs, “Then…” His voice lowers, “...one takes on another and forgets the great heights, instead slowly sinking down to earth, tightly leaped together. In the dying practice the female enunciates… ”

His voice is incredibly low, incredibly quiet. He stops suddenly and I wonder if the girl two tables away hears this awful of a reenacting. Chanhee looks at me, eyes nearly not closing just to stare at mine and his lips twitch as if he is hesitant.

“Yes?” I say and lift my head.

I can hear paper tearing the moment he looks away from me and down at the book.

“...the female enunciates a loud piercing cry…”

At this point, we are completely in a secluded plane of this earth. I pull the hardcover closer to me and I straighten my back as if it’s exciting. My four imagined walls force us closer and the heat of each word he articulates warms up this space. He looks at me, like I’m the only one who will ever hear it.

“...of ecstasy.”

The air is dry and I fight to fill my lungs without being perceived by him. I desperately grab onto my own book as I continue to never break our eye contact. Suddenly, Chanhee falls back in his chair and smiles. The air pushes out with such a force that it becomes the loudest sound in the library. I think he broke our bubble.

“Is this a common practice at St.Louis?” His head is tilted to the left, as if he’s deeply in thought with his own question. Until he once again breaks into a smile and I take the book from my lap up to the table.

“Your ignorance is understandable.” He says, “I suppose you lack of, how should I put it? History?”

My eyes fall back, maybe far enough to catch a sight of my own brain. I turn to the girl behind us and then up towards the boy. They are unknown to the scene playing before them.

“My morals commands me to ignorance.”

“Condemns you.” He corrects me, “To read is of course important, but somehow you simply absorb the words without understanding a deeper context. Experience is vital.”

“Is it?” I pierce through him. Turn the blade over his body to conceive him.

“What makes you qualified to give that advice?” I ask.

He looks up at the ceiling window and the pouring rain, “I suppose I know the world quite greater than you.” Chanhee stares at me in silence before continuing, “Enough to recognize that your horizons must be…” He squints his eyes, “..widened, by an extraordinary man.”

"An immoral man.” I correct him.

As much as I am answering his outlandish questions, I sense an observer. I continuously correct my posture to draw some visual lie over this conversation. The dark wooden shelves cover for us and I start to tap my heel against the floor.

Chanhee after some time leans forward again, “Can I offer you a proposition?”

“Maybe. I am not searching for something at the moment.” I answer him. With that he takes one hand over a hardcover on the table. His hair brushes past the left side of my face and I feel a humid feeling push against me.

“What if I tell you that I can promise you eternal knowledge?” Chanhee whispers.

I’ve been holding my pride on a pedestal, holding it free from the monstrosity. But the moment those words fell off his lips, I think my beauty ached once more. I stopped reading mid-sentence to watch his face. My body visibly moves closer over the table. A second or two passes of myself just making sense of the person behind these eyes.

“You can’t do that.” I fall back to my chair and pick up that book again.

He tilts his head to the left, “It looks like you are very certain about that, why?”

“It’s fallacious.” I say and put the hardcover in my lap, “Either way, your suggestion is pathetic.”

Chanhee too leans back on the chair. His head hangs low and a faint light like a falling star, is hidden between his bangs. His gaze is ugly and distasteful, just as his proposition, but I don’t break that contact. Instead I stare just as passionate back at him. I’m defending my pride, my grace, the beauty left within me.

At this time around, I know what he is. Chanhee doesn’t belong. His nails are covered in dirt and his eyes are in my direction, but he doesn’t look at me. He has seen the outside world, there is nothing to desire between these four walls and that hunger grows inside him. There is nothing left to save him and I should leave my books and run. Run so far away my feet can take me. But I look the devil in the eyes, to tell him to prove himself to me.

“You’re very resistant, there is nothing to persuade you?” He asks.

I shake my head.

He then sighs and lets his hands fall to his lap. “It’s just a suggestion” He repeats, “Not your obligation, just take it into consideration.”

The chair before me is gently pushed under the table by him. That red blazer drapes his figure beautifully when he bows me farewell. I don’t let go of him until he leaves the double doors and disappears behind the wall. The moment he does, I fall back into my chair and slowly slide down until my head rests on the back of the chair. The glass ceiling stares down at me. The rain in rage falls, it tries to destroy those thin walls.

I think about Chanhees words as I’m laying like this. My corrupt desk partner has offered me something that pulls on my heart and tangible fingers. I think about Mrs.Lee, my school uniform, green apples. Then I see Reina. The three other girls and how they hushed each other in an instant after I came in last night. One kept looking at the other and I felt as if I had a crawling creature wrapped around me. Despite sitting in the same type of clothes, they stared at me as if I was in outerwear.

I don’t need to indulge in materialism or adhere to the outside. But I feel something calling me, my name dripping in blood painted by the devil. But I don’t run, instead I may start to adhere to him. As I wish to learn the secrets about the world, I see myself in the window reflection getting uglier.

I went through the rest of the day feeling some sort of shame. When I walk past someone halfway or greet them in the library, I feel this urge to veil this body of mine. I won’t look anyone in the eyes when they’re talking to me. It’s like if we meet eyes, their mind will pierce right through my consciousness and open up all its ugly secrets. I ate that green apple like it would save me, but again I now stand in the restroom to wash my face. And in the broken bits of mirror left on that wall, I see my roommates running away, escaping.

I take a deep breath before opening that door. Behind the door, I sense their voices and faint laughs, and the second I open the door, it fades from me. My feet face my eyes and I let my hair cover whatever parts of myself I have left. The delicate noise of bare skin touching the time-worn wooden floor is the only audible thing in this room. Now, in my mind, I’m begging with intertwined hands on my knees for them to talk like I didn’t even appear.

So many nights I’ve spent in this room, this bed. But tonight I feel a rage-filled wind go against our glass window and obliterate it, before turning my covers and letting the moon steal my consciousness. I hug myself as if everything will go away. My lungs fight for air as my throat and body folds on itself. But I don’t get to breathe, the presence of three others makes my body rigid and stale.

At last, as I’m laying on the side, I do finally open my eyes. In the corner of our single window, I see the moon shining the way for an endless maze of green trees. My eyes follow a single point between the leaves and I try to imagine what goes beyond that. What exists beneath the tight grown crowns and how long does it go on for? As I think of those things, I start to sit up. All the girls have their backs turned against me, their mind somewhere else. For once I feel completely secure in my choice to let out a breath and stare out that window again. The moonlight drapes over my sheets and I see it touching my hand. I look at the moon, it may want to tell me something? Take me away from this place.

Before I get to take their hand, a timid knock comes from the door. The walls shrink and brush by my mind, and I desperately observe them to find something that can save me. Just as it opens, I fall back to my pillow and close my eyes. My hands are vertical to the mattress, but I’m praying because God is the only one to save me at this moment.

“Y/n…”

My name sounds incredibly light. Wrapped in silk and tied with a bow. They call it again and I have no choice but to turn my head and open my eyes. Chanhee stands in between the door and the wall. He looks at me and moves his head in a certain direction, out of this room.

I for once don’t argue back. My bed is left with my sheets around an empty spot. When I come up to him, Chanhees hand takes my wrist and we walk with only socks through the massive corridor. Our paintings look more intimidating than when I pass to get to morning class and the chandeliers might fall at any moment and crush us both.

I look at the place where our bodies overlap, “Where are you taking me?”

“A place.” He says.

“Your vagueness is dire.” I tell him.

“We are soon there.” He looks back. May it just be the reflection from the moon? Or are his eyes shining with sincerity I have never seen before? At last, it quiets whatever thought occupies my brain.

Chanhee stops before a door. His eyes turn at our left and then right before opening it. With his hands he insists me to go in and I do. The chandelier pierce down at us from great heights and I feel threatened by that victory painting, illustrations and golden interiors. The moon has followed me here and now paints the floor. I stand in its light.

“Have you made up your mind?” He now asks while moving closer to me. As his figure is slightly taller than myself, he tilts his head. During the moments we have met eyes, he has been staring at me in an uncomfortable manner. But right now, his eyes tell me that he means for me to be prosperous. That this moment is distinguished from the rest.

By averting from him and focusing on the point behind the glass and outer edge of the forest, I try to make sense of the position I am in. Somehow I’ve become a broken reflection of what I once was. I have tried to defend any last bits of beauty within me, but perfection is now gone. The arbitrary appearances of my peers tells me to lock myself away, hide in a dust filled corner and to never show my face again. I have betrayed this place.

“Have you made up your mind?” He repeats it like it’s the final question for this lifetime. My lips are sealed and my eyes stare at his like they will give me the answers, tell me the right choice.

I’m broken but I don’t dissolve, somehow my very existence shines under this moonlight. Thus, maybe I will give my answer.

“I will do it.” I say without breaking our eye contact, “I want to know.”

As if he’s doubting himself too, he looks at me for a few seconds. Take apart all the details of my face before reaching out behind his back. The silence is awfully powerful and might just suffocate the both of us. I feel observed and ashamed over our spectacle. The rulers are watching as he brings out his hand with an apple, shaded in deep red, on the verge of purple. The fruit reflects the light back and I feel like if I could touch it, I'd become just as beautiful.

He whispers to me, like this is our last chance, “I need you to eat it.”

“Eat it?” I whisper too as he gently takes my hand and lays it on the apple.

Chanhee nods.

My hand embraces it gently, because it is the only thing I am not allowed to associate myself with. The only thing bearing the hidden secrets of my life. I don’t have a mirror, but even if, I wouldn't have been able to confirm it. The deceiver in this school, an unforgivable betrayal in the act of selfishness.

As I hesitantly stare at the apple, Chanhee brings it closer to my lips. A part of me, an outer layer, fights off whatever impulses come crashing down on me. But as the beautiful fruit is right under my nose, I bite it in pure selfish desperation. I ate it because I desperately needed to know.

By a single bite, I might just have corrupted myself from whatever's left. The bits burn in my throat. That sensation of how my airways impends on itself. My hands grab onto my throat like they want to tear the skin open and my knees bends as there is no strength in me left. I’m being tortured on this starry night, and I look up at the ceiling, wondering if this is my last scene in this life.

As I continuously struggle, Chanhee kneels down with me. His satin skin compresses my blue hands. As echoes of my coughing fill the withering room, Chanhee whispers in my ear and gently caresses my shoulder. I can’t make out his silent words. They become less and less coherent as the chandelier in the ceiling is just a blurry mess of crystals. The entire structure might just fall down on us and the windows might implode. The war scenes on those paintings come to life and I see death coming right at myself. My eyes close as I can’t bear to witness my death. All the things my ears take up forms into an aching noise of pure desperation and I feel my body falling six floors.

I didn’t die, but something inside my heart has shifted. The air around me feels cold and the world might just be greater than I originally imagined. My hand is bound to the cold hard floor. It tries to reach for whatever to touch, but nothing's there to liberate my sunken structure.

“Open your eyes Y/n.”

A voice tells me those words and by his command, I do open my eyes for the first time. I’m still laying on that floor. That view in front of my eyes is not the ceiling, but rather the painting. My cheek pushes against the wood and I see the bitten red apple in the corner. My mouth starts to savor whatever’s left of that bite, and it’s pure sweetness. I never knew an apple could be sweet. But the clear redness and faint gloss that I remember is no longer there. The skin around the bite is lilac and folded. I remember the inside being a clear yellow, but now it’s brown like dirt. It’s crumbled up like it couldn’t accept the truth.

My hand, still by my side, is suddenly warm again. Someone takes it gently and leans down to whisper. His voice turns my insides and I think I just discovered butterflies.

“We need to go.”

My first action is turning my head slightly up from the floor. He kneels and looks down at me as if we’re in trouble. He says those words to me and a cold breeze blows past me. Changing directions of an entire forest. The shift in my heart has taken an effect on me and my heartbeat is following a rhythm I've never felt before. I look at the scene in front of me and those unrestrained walls and paintings with people desperate for victory are about to crash down on me. Lock me in, in my already closed off body. It’s crystal clear what I am feeling as the roof is about to collapse.

“I know.” I say and take his hand.

The sunrise paints the corridor as me and Chanhee runs through them. I look out the window from time to time. I see how the sun rises, like a clock for our escape. My legs move faster when I think about my ruler watching this scene. I’m scared and weak under those eyes. But I see Chanhees silhouette, and the force of his hand, guiding the path. In the constant cold, the only warmth keeping me alive is his hand tight locked in mine.

He pushes open the doors and in our socks we chase escape down the stairs. I nearly start to cough when I see the sky and swallow the unbounded air. It’s like drowning in water and coughing it up when reaching land. Each and every flower we pass, I’m feeling myself getting further away from the place I once loved. I lay a bit more of my trust in Chanhees arms and turn my head.

“Don’t look back.” He says to me breathless and desperate.

I’ve still not turned to see St.louis and I won’t. Instead I turn my head to the forest, finally unraveling that point I have been dreaming about. As the trees cover us from the rulers and our socks disgraced in filth. I took my deepest desire like it was my last chance of survival, and now, I’m betraying my haven.

Hand in hand, we are running just as desperate as our lungs grasps for air. We have tasted seduction and our trust in destiny is no longer in essence. I have turned my back on Paradise.

A/N: I forgot! The bird mating conversation is inspired by this scene in Becoming Jane(2007). I’ve never seen the movie, but I love this scene lol

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juhaknyeonies · 1 year ago

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soft tofu stew | choi chanhee (new)

summary: chanhee had been working nonstop and hasn’t eaten so you take it upon yourself to force chanhee to eat with you and take a break!!

genre: fluff

wc: 0.5k (509)

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“Are you tired?” I asked watching him work on a new song. All week Chanhee had been working on it. “Don’t you wanna sleep by now?”

“Yea but,” He paused his work but something started glitching and he began to panic a little bit hearing aggressive clicked from his mouse. “I have to keep working.”

“You don’t always have to work. You can take a short break for a while.” I told him sitting on his bed while watching him fix what was glitching from across the room. He was very busy working at his desk.

“Chanhee you need a break!” I got up and moved his chair over to his bed while he tried to move it toward his desk but I blocked the way of the wheels pushing it towards his bed. “Just cuddle with me for a little bit your always working and I care for you.”

“You’ve been working nonstop when was the last time you ate?” I asked. He didn’t answer.

“Last night..?” He hesitated to answer. It was already 6pm. Instead of your original plan to cuddle with him in bed you grabbed him and took him to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna cook together!” I suggested already grabbing out the chopping board and pot. “Come on, it will be fun!”

“Well what do you wanna make?” He asked. I thought about it for a second. “Let’s make soondubu jjigae!” I answered. Grabbing out soft tofu and the other ingredients. (soondubu jjigae - soft tofu stew (its rlly good u guys should try it i love soft tofu))

Chanhee had cut up the mushroom and scallions that went into the soup while I prepared the soup base. Adding in the chili paste, oyster sauce and other ingredients I stirred it together while Chanhee put in the cut up ingredients.

“Do you wanna put the tofu in?” He asked, “Yes! I love this part.” I scooped the tofu into the stew. It smelled so good. I was practically watering at the mouth at how good it looked. Chanhee had prepared rice bowls for the both of us and placed it on the table. When the stew was done I grabbed it and placed it on the table.

“It tastes so good,” I put a spoon in my mouth. “Yea it’s really good” He agreed. “It’s nice getting up and not being on your computer for the entire day right?” I asked. “Yeah, this was really fun.” He said

“Thank you,” A blush appeared on my face when he said that. “Anyways Chanhee you can’t just have one meal per day! Its not good for you,” I expressed my concern for him. “Don’t worry I promise to eat next time.” He said

I extended my pinky out to him, “Pinky promise,” I said. Our pinkies interlinked. “Well now you can’t break it otherwise your tongue will get cut off!”

“How will I be able to sing? You won’t be able to hear my angel like voice?” He questioned it. “Well, you’ll just have to keep that promise to prevent that,” I answered giggling a bit.

#₊˚➶⊹┊drabbles #this was made implusively bc of my banner #new #chanhee #choi chanhee #the boyz #tbz #tbz drabble #drabble #tbz chanhee #tbz choi chanhee #tbz x reader #the boyz new #the boyz chanhee #kpop

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t3kandson · 2 years ago

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Greed for one More

Wordcount;6,043

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Youngjae, Reader X Bae Jacob, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Kim Younghoon, Reader X Lee Sangyeon.

Characters; Sohn Youngjae, Bae Jacob, Kim Younghoon, Kim Sunwoo, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Moon Kevin, Mentions of Lee Sangyeon, Yoon Keeho aka Stephen Yoon & Kim Hyungseo aka Bibi.

Warnings; Angst, Jealousy, false Accusations, assumed violence, Alcohol Consumption, Wanking, Oral (Giving), Fingering, Blindfold, Ropes, Restraints, Sex Toys, Orgasm Denial, Edging & Sex.

Notes; Chapter 11/12 of Learning Love, earlier chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“Hey what’s this?” Youngjae asked while mocking your clothing, pulling out the lingerie that Younghoon brought you. “He brought it,” you said pulling your knee in. “Oh, it’s pretty though, so I get why you kept it,” he said looking jealous. “Baby I’m with you not him,” you said leaping off the bed to hug him. “Let’s bin it, I didn’t even realise I had it,” you said watching him smile. Grabbing his hand you pulled him to the living room finding the trash bag and tossing it in.

Turning to kiss him heavenly you was disturb when you heard a subtle cough. Bibi was standing there looking excited with a slight fakeness to finally catch you together. “Oh look it’s the new love birds and heart breakers,” she sniggers as you rolled your eyes. “What you doing here?” You snarl as she smirks mischievously before Kevin and Chanhee walks from the bedroom. “Oh actually don’t answer that,” you say holding Youngjae’s hands to pull him to your room. “Morning,” you hear Chanhee whittle as you pass them. “Like that is it,” he shouts out behind you as you shut the door breathing out.

“What was all that about?” Youngjae chuckles. “There is only so much I can cope with Bibi and her unwavering tongue, but knowing how much a whore my room mate is drives me crazy,” you scoff as Youngjae pulls you into his hold. “Hold out for a sexy person to unwhore him,” he says playfully as he peppers kisses along your jawline. “You calling me a whore,” you growl, “I said was, not is, I’m happy to make you a real woman,” he says letting his kisses fall to your neck. “In fact I want to have another making you a woman session,” he purs as he pulls your ass into him. Wasting no time you pull your horny boyfriend into bed.

You and Youngjae had barely been dating for a month, all had gone well. Every one was supportive minus Younghoon & Sunwoo. Younghoon had attempted to split the group into two trying to find anyone to turn on Youngjae, for what he called stealing his girlfriend. Sunwoo had become almost unbearable to be around, showing to Youngjae how he was cool and relaxed about it, yet cold and suggestive toward you when ever he could slide an insult in.

However, you was shocked when Changmin spilled that Sunwoo & Youngjae got into a fight. “Over what?” You squealed annoyed, however, fearing that you was the answer. “Look it’s fine, emotions just got wild, things between them can get intense you know because,” he said pausing. “Because of mine and Sunwoo’s past?” You added for him knowing full well his response. “Look have faith things will smooth over, Youngjae knows your past, knows your his. Just sometimes Sunwoo likes to drag fear from him momentarily,” he replied leaning against the kitchen side.

“And Younghoon?” you scowl as he mirrors. “He’s just a jealous prick,” he growls as your hands find his. “Changmin you promised not to let me get inbetween your friendship,” you scorn him as he huffs. “I know, I know, just it’s hard sometimes as we’ve been friends for longer, and it was him that fucked up,” Changmin scoffed. “Have you ever wondered maybe he has a reason to not want an actual relationship? Maybe that’s why he behaves like that,” you said softly as he mulls over your words, while you continue to wash up the plates. “Y/N your too good to him, but maybe your right, I think he’s the one that needs lesson’s in love,” he scoffs collecting the coffee he had poured seconds before your conversation. “Right let’s wake the cranky one,” Changmin said as he walked off to Chanhee’s room,

“Come on let’s go out,” Youngjae says hugging on to you after you had finished having sex. “I got no clean clothes plus Go where?” You asked. “Then I’ll find you some clothes and we’re go out and buy you some more, some well, good taste compared to what you have,” he teases as you groan. Leaving the bed he makes his way to your closet as you sit up ready to watch him insult your wardrobe once more.

Jaw tensing as anger rises, he emerges holding the lingerie you binned in his palm. Staring at it he lets it fall to the floor watching as if it was a dead animal. “What the fucks that?” he croaks eyes refusing to meet you. “I binned it, you know I did, you saw me do it,” you protested, rolling your eyes despite being confused how it had returned to your wardrobe.

“Are you sleeping with Sunwoo and Sangyeon?,” he asked from nowhere as your eyes widened. “You know I have, you know about my relationship with Sunwoo and you know I’ve done things with everyone minus Jacob,” you said sitting off the bed. “Have you slept with them at the same time?” He questioned, his eyes looking at you in fear. “No Youngjae, never, you know I haven’t, I slept with them separately, I don’t even think Sunwoo knows,” you scoffed. “Liar,” Youngjae shout’s scaring you at never hearing him lose his temper.

Chanhee barged into the room immediately, Changmin following. “What’s up what’s happened?” Chanhee asks worried as he looks at Youngjae. “She’s shagging Sunwoo and Sangyeon,” Youngjae says with tears in his eyes. “No she wouldn’t, we gone through this she’s committed to you 100%,” Changmin says going to him to place his hand on his shoulder. “I’ve seen the video of her and Sangyeon filmed with Y/N wearing this,” Youngjae said throwing the lingerie to the floor. “An outfit that she binned yet my backs turned and she slips it back out. Unless you washed it?“ he said turning to Chanhee hoping he would say he cleaned it and put it back, his silence told you all he hadn’t.

“Younghoon brought me that and we used it when he filmed me and Sangyeon having sex,” you explained hoping that would calm his fear down. “Again liar,” he shouted, as you shook your head in disbelief. “How am I lying that happened, asked Sangyeon, he’ll tell you,” you cried. “He told me Sunwoo gifted you that, the fact it’s lilac and it’s his favourite colour tells me all I need to know,” Youngjae said shaking.

“No, no he’s lying ask Younghoon,” You plead walking towards him as he stepped back. “Done that too and he also confirmed he was never filming that session and he never brought that,” Youngjae growled as Chanhee looked at you also with accusation in his eyes. “No he’s lying, there both lying, ask Sunwoo,” you plead as he laughed. “As if he would confess when it’s clear you two are still Involved,” he snarled. “Once a whore always a whore,” he adds. “This is Younghoon he’s clearly out to set us up,” you cry. “Yeah I thought that even though it’s not in Sangyeon’s nature to lie, but I gave you the benefit of doubt, till this,” he said pointing at the lingerie. “I swear to you I did not get it back out the bin.” You plead dashing to him.

“Y/N if you slept with them just tell him as long as it wasn’t in your relationship it’s fine,” Chanhee says breaking your heart that he was fooled too. “Chanhee not you too, please believe me It was Younghoon not Sunwoo,” you beg. “It’s too late they’ve turned you into a sex addict, one who clearly doesn’t care for a meaningful relationship,” Youngjae said shaking his head as he puts his shoes on. “Please Youngjae, please I beg you, please believe me,” you cry tears spilling at your eyes as you try to stop him leaving. “You promised to never leave me,” you cry as he walks past you. “And you promised to be faithful to me,” he snarls looking back your way. “You know what I got a call the other day about that job back home, I think I’m going to take it,” he says with tears in his eyes before walking out. “Youngjae,” you cry out as Chanhee gets in your way.

“Calm down Y/N,” Chanhee scolds you, “get fucked, you didn’t back me up at all,” you screech at him. “Do you blame me you was such a cock whore, so obviously when I’m given evidence I’m going to want to analyse it,” he scoffs. “I have never lied Chanhee Never,” you glare at him before he moves from your way. Grabbing your coat you only have one destination, Sangyeon’s to find out why he would lie.

Banging on the door of Sangyeon’s apartment he refused to answer. Sliding to the floor you sobbed refusing to budge till you got what you needed to understand the situation. You remembered throwing the lingerie into the bin, you knew it was Younghoon and not Sunwoo. Knowing Younghoon was likely the reason for the sudden end to your relationship, you needed to know why Sangyeon would lie.

“Y/N,” you heard the soft voice of Jacob. “Jacob,” you cried letting tears fall. “What’s up what’s happened? Why you here?” He questioned sitting next to you. “Younghoon made Youngjae leave me, he’s using Sangyeon to make him believe I’m still seeing Sunwoo,” you sobbed heavily as he pulled you in.

“Right we can’t sit here, we’re get numb bums,” Jacob tried to lighten the mood with a slight chuckle, after holding you for a long time. “Why don’t we go back to mine and talk,” he says stroking your hair, “Youngjae’s there,” you whine rubbing your eyes. “Ok then let’s take you back home,” he suggested, “I don’t want to see Chanhee, he thinks I’m guilty too,” you scoffed. “I have no hope convincing any one if I can’t even convince my best friend,” you cry, sobs heavily returning.

“I believe you Y/N,” Jacob said, as your tear eyes fell on his, “Really?” You sniffled. “Yes Y/N, I know you wouldn’t have done that to someone your madly in love with,” he smiled as you fell into his chest. “I know somewhere we could go talk where no one will disturb us,” he said standing up offering you his hand.

Walking into the flat, Jacob tosses his keys on the table and walks to the fish tank on the other side of the room. “You hiding a secret apartment Cobie?” you ask as he blushes at you using his pet name. “No this is my friends apartment, I pop in when he’s out of town to attend to these beauty’s,” he says as he opens the pot of fish food. “But don’t tell the others because this is where I like to come if they get too much for me,” he says as he throws a pinch of food into the tank.

“So I’m the only one that knows about this place?” You ask walking towards him. “Kevin knows, he’s Stephens friend too, we’re all from Canada,” he says smiling at you as you place your finger to the tank. “There cute right?” He adds watching you intently as you nod letting the fish follow your finger.

“So right let’s talk about this issue,” Jacob said walking to the kitchen, with you following. “Not much to talk about, Youngjae doesn’t trust me, he left me, I just have to get over it,” you whine leaning against the kitchen surface. “That’s what this is for,” he smiles pulling a bottle of whisky from the cupboard.

“But for the record he is blooming stupid if he believes you would cheat on him,” he adds grabbing some glasses from the side. “I’m just angry that Sangyeon would lie for Younghoon,” you said clasping your hands around the kitchen side in anger. “I’ll talk to him, I promise I’ll find out why, but it’s obvious someone’s making him lie,” Jacob said walking into the living room. “Well obviously i had already gathered that, I just don’t understand why he would lie for Younghoon,” you said following him.

“How do you even know it’s for Younghoon?” He asked as you tilted your head in confusion. “Who else could it be?” You scoffed, “I refuse to believe Youngjae would just take there word, something else must have happened,” he said sitting down on the sofa. “Well yeah, look if I tell you please don’t do that concerned elder look at me,” you said frowning. “My what look,” he sniggered filling in the glasses with the brown liquor. “When you look like you disapprove but won’t say anything because your too kind,” you said rising your eyebrow. “I don’t have that look, but anyway continue I promise to look neutral,” he smiled warmly passing you a large glass of whisky.

“Me and Sangyeon well yeah,”, “is that it, it was obvious you done him, you did everyone but me,” he cut you off smiling. “Well he filmed me, Younghoon filmed for him us having sex,” you said taking a mouthful of the liquid. “It was on the deal that Younghoon dated me properly and That it was done away from Sunwoo so he could come home,” you said before tsssking in to the air from your second sip as your throat burned. “But what has that got to do with this affair you’ve been accused of?” He asked taking a sip of his own with no reaction to the burn.

“Younghoon brought me some lingerie to use, he then showed Youngjae that video and apparently it’s Sunwoo filming and he brought me it,” you explained as he shook his head in confusion. “Wait so that would only prove you slept with Sunwoo at one point which he knew, I’m still confused here,” he said sinking into the sofa to face you.

“Youngjae found that same lingerie and saw me bin it, yet found it hanging back up in my wardrobe which is when this argument started,” you said looking at your glass. “Oh so he didn’t believe it till he saw the lingerie?” he asked as you nodded taking another sip. “So he’s mad you took it out the bin?” He questioned as you looked deadpan at him. “No that’s the thing Jacob, I really did bin it he saw me, even Chanhee did and he still don’t believe me either,” you replied as tears threatened. “So what your saying is Younghoon made Sangyeon lie, put story’s in Youngjae’s head and then sneaked in to your apartment to put an outfit from the bin back on the hanger,” he questioned like an accusation.

“This is what I’m on about Jacob you don’t believe me neither,” you said placing your drink on the table to stand. “Y/N I’m not saying I don’t believe you, just trying to find a time when Younghoon could have entered your flat. Especially when Chanhee has made it very aware he is not welcome,” he said as you thought for a second.

He had been too focused on causing a divide that he avoided your flat. “I’m confused if it’s not Younghoon that put it there then who?” You asked feeling confused and overwhelmed. “Look Y/N I believe you but please don’t accuse, you know what it feels like to be accused of things you haven’t done,” he said as you took another swig. “I will look into it for you. I know every single one of them so I’ll find out who’s clearly against you,” he said reassuringly as you sat back down.

You took the rest of the glass back bravely spluttering when it caught the back of your throat with a kick. “You ok Y/N?” he chuckled patting your back as you struggled to catch your breath. Nodding when your throat relaxed you past him your empty glass. “I will be when you fill this one up, I want to forget all this exists,” you said as Jacob frowned at you. “Do you think this is wise Y/N?” he asks with raised eyebrows. “You said this would help me get over it,” you said smiling as he breathed in deeply, moving to refill your glass. “So your going to get merrily drunk and then what?” He asked taking a sip of his drink. “Forget men exist, forget love exist and certainly forget sex exists,” you chuckle taking a bigger gulp of the whisky making a face as you let it finish its burn. “You don’t mean that,” he scoffs finishing his glass. “You could offer it to me on a plate and I wouldn’t except,” you joke. “You make it sound as if I’m just as sexy hot as the others,” Jacob says leaning to fill his own. “Bae Jacob your fucking hot, if you wasn’t out wife shopping I would have pounced on you immediately,” you chuckle feeling your tongue loose.

“Wife shopping?” He laughed sitting back into the sofa once more. “We all know your the sex on a married night kind of guy,” you add, feeling your body warm from the alcohol. “You really have that impression of me huh? He asked chuckling as you nodded. “Don’t get me wrong that’s a compliment Cobie, nice to know there’s a decent guy out there,” you smiled.

Leaning into you he whispers shyly, “if only you knew the hidden real me,” he smirks before sitting back. “Don’t shit me, me and you both know you would run away from some sexy vixen,” you say as your head feels tipsy. “Sexy Vixen, you mean you,” Jacob asks swigging the rest of his second glass back. “You think I’m Sexy?” You ask feeling aroused as Cute Jacob suddenly flirt attacks.

“I think your sexy, you think I’m some good virgin boy, only one of us can be right,” Jacob said placing the glass on the table. “So how come no one’s seen you with anyone,” you asked challenging him to give up his facade. “Take a look Doll, do I look like the kind of person to parade my lovers infrount of others,” he smiled insinuating this place was used for more then fish babysitting.

“I like to keep my victims my dirty little secrets,” he whispers into your ear as your core tightens. You snigger at his remark, despite being highly aroused as he smiles devilishly. “Don’t believe me huh?” He questions opening his legs that you could evidently view his hardening bulge. Thick thighs in your view has your core melt. “What you thinking Doll?” He said as he leans towards you.

“That I wished I saw this side of you when I was free to fuck you,” you said as your eyes got drunk over his. “But didn’t you say you and Youngjae was over,” he said placing a hair behind your ear. The thought of Youngjae piercing your mind cooled your heat down as tears pricked.

“Let me show you what I can teach you, let me make you forget him for a second,” he whispers as his lips found your jawline, peppering gentle kisses. “I don’t know If I can,” you cry, as his lips find there way to burn through your collarbone kissing them. “You wanted to see the hidden me,” he dared you between kisses as he let your hands rest over his bulge. “He left you, but I’m here,” Jacob purred as his lips found there way to yours. “I’ll alway be here, being who ever you want me to be,” he says against your lips.

Moving against you, you feel your haziness let Youngjae blur away. Jacob’s tongue heavy against you as you lose your self into his soft yet yearning kiss. Pulling on your top he pulls you towards him, legs straddling him so your kiss can deepen. Hands finding the flesh of your back, he holds you closer to him as your own find there way to his hair. Rocking on his thighs he thrusts against your clothed core as you feel the hunger in his kiss. Pulling your top from your head, his hands finds your clothed breasts as he kisses along them. Fingers returning back to your spine, he attempts to unclasp your bra tossing them to the side of the room. Hands on your waist he groans heavenly noticing the beauty of your naked top half. “Oh Y/N you are so fucking delicious to look at,” he coos as his eyes glaze over. I want to see these bounce when you fuck my cock,” he says almost salivating. “Then what you waiting for?” you say breathless from your burning building frustration. He lifts you up and carry’s you down the corridor your lips returning to his as your hand tackles at his T-shirt.

Kneeing the door, you enter the darken room between your intimate making out session, his hands struggling to find the light. Blinding you, your lips fall as you see his chest for the first time, defined muscle was clearly hiding as the desire to kiss each inch of his chest pulsates from you. “Jacob you been hiding more then the real you,” you gasped as he blushed. “Only you can go for the sexy death kill, yet blush at the same time,” you smirk as he lays you on the bed.

“Wait we doing this in your friends bed?” You ask looking around as he stood up letting his abs be more viewed. “No this is the spare room that I use when I’m here,” he smiled noticing your expression. “Bae Jacob do you know how fucking hot you are, why do you hide yourself?” You moan as you sit up to pull him closer to you.

Fingers dashing to the jean buttons you tug them and his boxers down. Gasping at his impressive member, you brush your finger down his veiny shaft emitting moans to slip. Pumping his hot throbbing shaft brought hooded eyes and pretty sounds to slip that brought a smile on your face. Parting your lips you take him into your mouth letting your tongue help to massage his cock as you bobble up and down him. Fingers in your hair Jacob loses himself to your mouth. Words of, “fuck,”,“shit,”, “so good,” & mantras of your name spills.

With shakey thighs, he pushes your shoulders back as a darker glaze then earlier covers his eyes.

“I need you,” he growls throwing himself at you that you fall back on to your back. Hungry lips and wandering hands attack your body as he devours you. Like you earlier his hands attack your jeans tossing them and your pants to the floor as a gasp leaves his throat. Biting his lip he salivates at the view of your glistering pussy. Before he gets ready to fully unleash over you, he reaches to his draw pulling out a few items.

“Can I use these on you?” he asks as he switches to his usual caring concerned self. Nodding he smiles as he helps to tie the blindfold around your eyes, kissing every inch of your face once finishing. Pushing your thighs backwards he pressed his knees to keep them up, pulling your hands down tying each hand to an ankle, stricting your movement. “If this is too much doll just say,” he purs with slight concern in his voice. “What’s the safe word?“ You ask as you feel his fingers brush up and down the flesh on the stretched muscles restricting you. “Just say stop, I’m just a simple yet unique in my own way guy,” he whispers as his fingers find your clit.

Rubbing eights into your throbbing nub he lets a few moans escape. Fingers falling to you as he curves them sweetly against your walls till he reaches your sweet spot. Walls clenching around them, your back arches as it pulls on your rope burning your skin. Hissing into the air he stifles a small chuckle as he speeds his rhythm into you. “Doll your voice falling apart sounds so sexy and hot,” he says deeply that you feel your orgasm build.

Pulling his fingers away you hear the sound of lubrication and anticipation hit you. Feeling the plastic stretch you as it pushes into your core has you pulling on your restraints. “Oh Y/N, look at you so feeble and weak, my cock hasn’t even entered yet too,” he mocks as he brings what you worked out is a dildo out to slam back in. Cry’s filling the air, his chuckle sounds more wicked as if he’s enjoying you crumbling at his slow burning torture. But nothing prepares for the evil cackle leave each time he slams it in you, which vibrates up your core.

Hearing the buzz in the air your core tightens around his torture when it hits your nub. The vibration on your clit has his attack on your core from the toy soaks tears into your blindfold. “Doll do you still think me as an innocent virgin,” he asks as he hits the lowest setting. “No,” you wail as your brain try’s to picture your sweet natured Jacob. Slams speeding from the dildo, he sets the vibration of the wand to the highest. Laughter as you scream in attempts to hold the tethering orgasm away, has him struggle to contain his amusement. Seconds before you fall off the edge, he turns the wand off, as your thighs burn from the position.

Silence fills the air as you fear what he has planned next as your throbbing nub calms, but yet burns with frustration. When he thinks you’ve calmed enough he switches the wand back on high. Crys returning to the air, he returns his thrust of the plastic in your heat. “Oh how I’ve imagined seeing you so broken, but now I need you broken under me,” he growls. Tethering orgasm threatening once more, your thighs shaking being your warning signal betrays you.

Stopping immediately once more has cry’s of frustration escape. “Oh Doll what’s up your not an withering mess over sweet innocent Cobie are you,” he mocks. “Cobie please, please,” you whine as he chuckles sounding pleased at your pleading. “Please what, what do you want doll?,” he playfully asks. “I need your cock, I need you,” you beg as he slips the Dildo from your core.

“You need this do you doll,” he teases as he slips the head of his member into your core but slips it out instantly. “Huh baby?” He coos repeating. “More Cobie,” you plead, as he continues. “More what?” He says playing dumb, as your throbbing nub feels on fire. “I need more of your cock,” you cry as he chuckles once more. “What like this,” he asks as he slams deep in you before pulling straight out leaving you empty and frustrated again.

“Fuck me please,” you cry louder feeling the frustration burn through your body at his torture. Placing the head in once more he fucks just the tip in and out slowly deliberately. Pulling on the rope not caring for the burn from frustration has the opposite effect making you more sensitive. “Please,” you beg once more to fall on deafen ears when he continues with the tip of his member fucking into you.

“But if I fuck you, your cum straight away, I can’t have you being greedy,” he whines into the air. “I promise I won’t just please fuck me,” you beg. “Oh doll do you know how hearing you beg really turns me on,” he coos. “But as your begging so nicely I’ll help you out, but you can’t cum,” he says as he slams all the way.

Stilling for a short minute, your thighs pulled further back, stinging your stretched muscles he sets his rhythm. You can’t move to his deep thrusts into your core, equally setting your frustration higher. Orgasm rushing into you, you struggle as your walls clamp around his shaft. “Fuck, shit,” you cry as his speed increases. “Don’t you dare cum,” Jacob threatens as his hands find your nipple tweaking them. Throwing your head back to the overwhelming sensation Jacobs pushing into your body, you feel seconds from snapping. The pain of holding your orgasm back burning your core that you can’t hold on much longer. “I can’t do this, it hurts,” you cry, but he has little mercy speeding into you, his own sounds escaping as he gets lost in his own world. “Don’t you dare,” falls repeated from his lips, “not yet,” he adds as you feel slight relief that he’s close to cuming.

But instead of helping bringing both your orgasm he slips himself from you leaving you empty & burning. “Fuck, fuck,” you cry tinged with anger as being left with no relief. “Oh doll, you didn’t think I would go easy on you did you?” He mocks. “I told you hidden Jacob was too dark for you,” he chuckles as he rubs his hard tip around your clit as you thrash your head into the pillow behind, letting your rope burn you further more. “Stop stop,” you cry not handling any more as the room falls into silence.

You feel the ropes untie as your arms and legs flop to the bed, the sensation of the rope burn making your body rush in adrenaline. Hands slipping under your head he unties the blindfold and like the dark Jacob you never visually viewed, he has returned back to your Jacob.

His lips pressing to your tears sweetly as he tossed his ego away. “It’s ok, I’m here,” he coos letting his lips return to yours the most gentle and soft against you. “Please let me cum,” you beg as his eyes look lost and doe eyed in your expression as he nods. Pressing himself in, he fills your core fully, fingers lacing with yours, his eyes never leave you. It’s like he doesn’t want to miss a second as he rolls himself deep in. “Cum on my cock doll,” he coos, “I promise I won’t deprive you anymore,” he adds and you know that he’s ready to take you softly.

Walls clamping around him as you let your weakened legs wrap around his lower back, you bring your pelvis to meet him. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm previously denied to throw itself in you. Nails digging into his shoulder, that you feel wetted with blood at the tips as you convulse around his thrusting cock. “Oh you look so pretty when you cum,” he compliments before you milk his seed from the orgasm that hits through Him seconds later.

Panting he collapses on you as your hands massage his scalp, words not leaving either your lips as you succumb to the slumber that exhaustion throws in to you.

Waking you find yourself alone, your eyes finding a chocolate croissant, some paracetamols and orange juice on the side. Your clothes cleaned are folded on the chair across the room with your mobile on the top. You crawl still feeling sore from the thighs muscle cramps from being restrained, you grab your mobile.

You find the first message from Jacob.

‘We shouldn’t have done that last night, I don’t regret it, I regret not doing it sooner because I’m now a shitty friend. Please eat and leave when your ready. I’ll fix this I promise, Jacob xx’

There was another from Youngjae.

‘Can we talk please, I know you didn’t go home yesterday so please tell me your safe’

You heart panged in your chest as guilt flooded you. You slept with one of his closest friends the second things got rough. Every one was right you was nothing but a whore. Last night was definitely a lesson, a lesson on how to fuck up and make a mistake.

Youngjae’s face dropped when you let your confession out to him when you met with him at the pond.

“Please tell me I heard that wrong,” he cried pain filling his features that made your stomach burn in pain. “I got drunk and slept with your friend,” you repeated wincing looking to the floor.

“I was wrong about you, totally wrong about you,” he cry’s standing up. “First Sunwoo and Sangyeon and now Jacob, and you have the nerve to blame all that open relationship bullshit on Younghoon,” he growls shaking in anger. “I never slept with Sunwoo and Sangyeon behind your back, I’ve told you this already someone set me up,” you cry standing up too.

“You expect me to believe now after this, after Jacob, the one guy I trusted to not stab me in the back,” he snarls. “Youngjae I’m no liar, if I was don’t you think I would have kept what me and Jacob did a secret, what do I have to gain in telling you?” You pleaded with him. “Look I’m sorry I went there and I don’t expect you to take me back, but I went to him because you left me and broke me,” you said as his eyes widened.

“Left you? I left the apartment because I couldn’t bare seeing you, yes ok maybe there could be a chance you’ve been set up, but now you go off with someone the second you find an excuse,” he snarled. “Youngjae please,” you beg touching his shoulder that he shrugs it off. “Don’t touch me, I came to meet with you to tell you my flight leaves for Los Angeles this evening,” he said as your heart sinks.

You slept with his friend the second the relationship fell upon it sword, you had no right to feel hurt that he was leaving you. But despite that you couldn’t let him go so easily.

“Please don’t leave me,” you cried holding on to him like a desperate puppy. “Don’t Y/N, me and you should have been jetting off together but nope, you and your whoring had other plans,” he growls as he turned with tears in his own eyes. “Please Youngjae,” you cried falling to the floor as he turned his features soft as he contemplated coming back to you. Instead he turned around and walked away, leaving you, your friends and Seoul.

You sat on the bench for what felt like hours silently sobbing as the cold night approached. Looking into the sky you wondered if he had already left, before more sobs fell. Turning your phone off you saw Jacob’s name flash after two refused calls from Chanhee half an hour earlier, you closed your eyes.

It shouldn’t have been Youngjae leaving it should have been you, your life was falling apart because you let those 11 guys turn your head. One taste of sexual experience had turned you into a sex craving whore and ruined your life. Youngjae was right it wasn’t completely Younghoon, you had enjoyed every experience befallen you. Yet the one you wanted to experience every day was currently in the air flying away.

“Y/N,” you heard the familiar voice behind you as you looked up to find Kevin and Jacob. “He knows I told him,” you said, “I’m no liar,” you added as Jacob pulled his hoodie back. “I know,” he said smiling painfully from the split lip, and bruised eye, that from the street lights looked nasty. “He did that?” You asked as he nodded, “sorry,” you whispered. “I deserved it,” he added as he sat next to you.

“He left obviously,” you said tears falling from your eyes as he pulled you into his safe warm chest. “I promised I’d look after you and I will,” he said holding you tight. “I’ll be who ever you need me to be,” he said repeating his words from the previous night.

“However, there’s something you need to know, I got you your answers,” he said as you wiped your eyes listening. “Tell her Kevin,” Jacob said glaring at him as your face turned to look his way. “Y/N it was Bibi, she was the one that made Younghoon & Sangyeon lie,” he said looking sorrowful.

Your head swarmed in confusion but it made sense. She was in the apartment when you binned the lingerie. But why? Why would she ruin what you had with Youngjae?

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