#jay chang fanfic

[blossominghunnie]

Chasing that feeling

In which Hayoon, an aspiring singer-songwriter, is encouraged by her best friend to follow her dreams in Seoul, South Korea; where she'll experience homesickness, discouraging moments as well as unique opportunities and falling in love.

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Pairing: Jay Chang x fem!reader Genre: Fluff, angst, f2l Featuring: One Pact, Sung Hanbin & Seok Matthew from zerobaseone, Terazono Keita & Park Hanbin from Evnne + other idols Warning: Cursing, sadness, homesickness, signs of depression Status: Will start soon Taglist: Open

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Masterlist

Prologue 1

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iPunk Chapter 3: A Kpop Cyberpunk AU

“What were you thinking?” Soyeon barked at me. “You almost died!”

“What was I supposed to do?” I asked quietly. “Let them take Yujin?”

Soyeon growled, but whether it was to me or to herself, I couldn’t tell. “Gray! You’re not a fighter. You leave these things to us! You--”

“Enough!” I snapped. “I wasn’t going to let them kill Yujin. She shouldn’t have even been dragged into this in the first place. And now look where we are! It has to be Hampton, or they wouldn’t have sent people. They knew what I was investigating, and they counted on being able to silence me. They made a mistake. Because they didn’t…”

“They didn’t think about us,” said Yuqi, who was off to the side, apparently listening to our conversation.

Soyeon huffed and looked like she was about to tell Yuqi to stop eavesdropping, but apparently decided against it. “You’re lucky Miyeon got there in time. I’m not ready for you to die yet, Gray.”

I blinked. “Was that… sentiment? From you?”

Soyeon looked away. Her tone was all business as she approached Yuqi. “We need to find a way to wrap this up quickly. Because it’s not fair to Yujin, for one. And because I don’t want to risk The Petal anymore than we already have. I can’t believe they would be so bold. You must have really shaken them,” she said to me.

That confused me. Surely I hadn’t been the only person who had been investigating them. That kind of thing happened all the time, it was just that usually, no one saw it through. I needed to go back through my notes. It was possible that I had missed something. The problem was that my head was still spinning from the attack, and the only reason I wasn’t completely in hysterics was because I was still riding high on the adrenaline.

I couldn’t even imagine how poor Yujin was doing. This wasn’t her world. I mean, it wasn’t mine either, but she hadn’t received a moment of warning before her life had been ripped in half.

Soyeon turned, and she must have known what I was thinking, the same way she always did. “Go talk to her. She shouldn’t be alone.”

“She’s not,” said Yuqi, without looking up from the gun she was reassembling. “Minnie is with her.”

Soyeon shrugged. “Even so. She needs Gray right now.”

Yuqi looked at Soyeon and snorted. “Sure. She’s not the only one either, is she?” I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to--?”

But I was talking to Soyeon’s back as she walked away, no doubt to deal with the chaos that had occurred at The Petal.

---

“Hey.”

Yujin looked at me with wide eyes. My heart sank a little. She was sitting on the small bed in one of the side rooms of the safe house that Miyeon had taken us too. It wasn’t exactly a house—or well, it was below a house. Somehow, they had constructed what seemed to be a moderately sized bunker that was split into multiple rooms with one staging area in the center, like the hub of a wheel. I had no doubt that we were safe here, but we couldn’t stay forever. Something needed to be done.

Yujin wasn’t alone though. Minnie was sitting on the bed next to her, a kind expression on her face. That made me feel a little better. Minnie had a sweetness that I was sure Yujin would find comforting.

Minnie stood up as I walked in. “I’ll let you two be alone. You can relax. You’ll be safe here.”

“Thank you,” said Yujin quietly. “Thank you for keeping me safe. And Gray.”

Minnie nodded sadly. “I’m sorry you were ever in this position in the first place. Don’t worry. We’ll get you both out of it.” The door slid shut behind her as she left.

I took her place on the bed and looked around. The room was small and sparse, and it was clear that no one had really lived here for any significant amount of time. It looked more like a military bunk than anything else. There was a desk with a computer terminal, and a closet built into the wall, but aside from that, not much else.

“Are you alright?” I asked. We hadn’t spoken much on the drive back to the safe house. Both of us had just sat there in stunned silence.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” she said.

Seeing her like this, it broke my heart. Yujin was cheery and bubbly and strong. She had a smile that could light up the whole room. Everyone loved her. I hated this.

I reached out and put my arm around her shoulder. “Yeah,” I said. “Neither am I.” I pulled her close. She felt so small as she leaned against me—and I wasn’t exactly the largest person myself.

“I’m scared,” she said, and her voice wavered.

“Me too,” I said. And my voice didn’t just waver. It broke entirely, and a tear slipped out of my eye. “I just wanted to do something important. Something that mattered. I never wanted anyone to get hurt. Especially not you.”

“I know,” she said. “But I’m not scared for me. I’m scared for you, Gray. Let them handle this. Just… wait it out. They’ll take care of it, right? They always do.”

I sighed. She was right, of course. I wiped the tears out of my eyes. The Flowers were my best option to handle something like this. They didn’t need my help. I was just going to get in their way, and they were just going to have to save me again.

But then… hadn’t I been the one to uncover it all? Even if I wasn’t sure what I had uncovered, it had been me, in the end.

When I spoke, I tried to keep my voice as gentle as possible. “Yeah. You’re right. But I have to do something, don’t I? It’s the right thing to do. I just want to do something good. There’s so much in this city that just… shouldn’t exist. There’s so much greed and evil. And you know me. I’m not a bad person. But how much have I really done?” “You’ve done enough,” said Yujin. “You’ve made a lot of people happy, Gray. Isn’t that enough?” I pulled away from her and smiled at her. My tears had stopped, but my cheeks were still a little wet. “Do you think that?” “I do!”

I looked her in the eyes. “Then tell me you believe this isn’t the right thing to do. If you tell me that, if you really mean it, then I’ll stop.” Yujin looked at me and her lips trembled. “Gray…” I didn’t say anything, because I already knew what her answer was going to be.

“Just don’t die,” she said miserably. “Please?” I reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

But I wasn’t feel as confident as my words made me sound. I knew that this was a prime way for me to die. And the thought of leaving her behind didn’t sit right with me. Yujin was strong and capable. She didn’t need me. But when I pictured a world without her, I just felt… very lonely. And I didn’t want to do that to her.

“I don’t want to find a new roommate,” she said, as we were still hugging.

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “I think you’ll be fine. What about Dayeon? I think she would love to live with you.”

Yujin gave me a playful push, and that bunny smile of hers returned to her face. “That doesn’t mean I want to lose you!”

“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t want to lose myself either.”

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“No!” said Shuhua. “Absolutely not!”

I had to admit, I wasn’t feeling overly confident about what Soyeon had just told me either. I did trust her—a lot—but this…?

“I don’t see how we have another choice now,” said Soyeon coolly, looking straight at Shuhua.

“They’ll kill them,” Shuhua said. “Or worse. You know they see us as rivals.” “That doesn’t mean they’ll kill them,” said Yuqi thoughtfully. “We wouldn’t kill someone just because they were a rival. And besides, it’s not like Gray is one of us.”

Shuhua folded her arms and stepped in front of me protectively. “No. Find another way. Or send me in with them.”

“They might kill you,” Yuqi said casually. “Especially if you annoy them like this.”

“Hey!” Shuhua shouted as Yuqi cackled.

I was still thinking about what Soyeon had just told me. It would be risky, there was no denying that. Karina, Winter, Ningning, and Giselle were all widely known as some of the most powerful women in the city. They operated a criminal organization with a long reach, and they hadn’t gotten to their position by being friendly.

The thing was, there was something The Flowers didn’t know about me and the Aespa Syndicate. Or… one member of the Syndicate in particular.

“We could send one of us to go with Gray,” Soyeon said. “But that could be seen as a threat to the Syndicate. It might be safer if Gray went on their own.”

Shuhua opened her mouth, but I stopped her by putting a hand on her arm. “Actually, I think Soyeon is right,” I said.

Shuhua spun to me. “Of course you do! Because you just want her--”

“OKAY,” I said loudly, trying to keep my pale face from turning bright red. “That’s probably enough, I think!”

Soyeon also seemed to turn a little pink, but she didn’t comment. To be fair, all five of The Flowers had seen me in plenty of compromising states, even Shuhua, though she had never actually led a session with me.

Miyeon finally spoke up. “It should be up to Gray. They’re the one who has to make the decision. I think they’ll be safe though. And I think it’s our best shot.”

Minnie looked worried. “Even if Gray is safe, should be handing all their research to the Syndicate? We don’t even really know what triggered Hampton to attack, all we know is that there was something.”

Soyeon’s words were harsh, but her tone was understanding. “Whatever we decide, we should do it now. Because I care about Gray’s safety, but we have a lot of other people who need our help right now, back at the Petal.”

“I’ll do it,” I said suddenly. “You don’t need to send anyone with me. Soyeon is right.” I waved Shuhua off. “I’ll be okay. They have no reason to try and kill me. I’m not a threat to anyone.” “Except Hampton Cybersystems,” Shuhua said under her breath.

“I don’t need a bodyguard,” I said to her. “They aren’t just going to gun me down in the street. And Yujin is here, safe. I can do this much. Let me.” Shuhua looked grumpily at me, but she didn’t say anything else.

“Then it’s decided,” said Soyeon. “Gray will take their work to the Syndicate and see if they know anything. We’ll stay here and keep The Petal under control. Yujin won’t be hurt and we won’t let things get any further out of control.”

I looked to Shuhua. She was clearly unhappy, but seemed to have accepted the decision of the group. I swallowed. It was probably safe. Overall. But that didn’t mean it was going to easy. Or fun. The Syndicate knew that I spent a lot of time with The Petals. Even if I had… something of a past with one of them, that didn’t grant me a completely free pass.

“Be careful,” said Shuhua. “And take care of yourself. Since you won’t let me do it.”

I sighed. She’d get over it eventually. She always did. But for now, I’d have to deal with a grumpy Shuhua. I supposed it wasn’t the end of the world. I certainly had practice with it.

---

But first, I had one secret stop to make.

It did certainly seem that most of my acquaintances were rich and powerful women. But my social circles extended quite a bit further than that. While it was true that most of my leisure time was spent at The Petal, I had friends in… low places too. If that was what you wanted to call it.

The thing was, to be an effective reporter, I needed to have ears everywhere. Or at least, I needed to be friendly with people who were willing to talk.

I was on my way to talk to one of those people right now.

I hadn’t met him that long ago. In fact, it had been less than a year ago, but we had become close fairly quick. It helped that he was the type of person that everyone liked, and it also helped that… I seemed to be his type.

Of course, this visit was going to be more for business than pleasure.

It didn’t take long for me to make my way down to the district where his hangout was located. It was a grungy dive bar that didn’t seem to do well in terms of business, but was always open anyway. I wondered if they managed to stay open solely based on the fact that he was supporting them. Whatever made him happy, I suppose.

When I entered, he was sitting in the back corner, staring out a window, looking pensive. He had a way to always look like he was brooding when he was at rest. When he turned and saw me though, his eyes lit up and a smile flashed across his face.

“Gray,” he said, standing up and making his way to me, his step light and his hair bouncing in his eyes as he moved. “What are you doing here?”

Jay Chang was the price of thieves.

He didn’t actually call himself that, of course. That was what I called him, and he always blew it off. But that was essentially who he was. He had risen from the streets and become the de facto leader of a large network of street urchins. It made him someone who knew a little about a lot of different things. It made him someone worth talking to.

And as he flashed me that crooked grin of his, I remembered that there were other reasons I liked talking to him as well.

“I need your help,” I said, remembering what Soyeon had told me about hurrying. “Hampton Cybersystems is trying to kill me, and I’m on my way to talk to the Aespa Syndicate about why. I have my research with me, but the Syndicate has more knowledge and resources than the Flowers do.” Jay’s eyes bugged out. “What? You’re what? Are you insane?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Look, Jay, I didn’t come here for a lecture. I came here because I need to do something insane, and I thought you might be the person to help me. The Syndicate doesn’t hate you—no one hates you—so you’re perfect to come with me. I can’t lie, it’s going to be dangerous. And you probably won’t gain anything out of it. But--”

“But you’ll owe me a favor,” Jay said with a wink. “I kind of like the sound of that.”

“So you’re in?” His voice turned serious. “That depends. Why is Hampton trying to kill you? I steal things. I don’t go up against megacorps.” “Honestly, I don’t know. I was preparing a story on them, one that might connect them to a number of criminal organizations, but it wasn’t anything that would warrant my death. Or so I thought. That’s why we thought the Syndicate could help. They might know more than we do.”

“We?” Jay asked, his eyes twinkling. “You’re one of the Flowers now? Doesn’t that mean you won’t have time for me?” “I’ll always have time for you,” I said with a laugh. “As long as you help me out now.” He grinned at me again and shook his head. “Alright. When you put it like that. I’m in.” Suddenly, it was my turn to be serious. “Are you sure? You know what these people are like.” He didn’t know about my… history with one of the Aespa members, but he would shortly. I decided not to tell him. It wouldn’t change anything. Probably.

“I’m sure,” he said. “I know you well enough by now. If you want to do something this bad, it must be for a good reason. And not just because you want Soyeon to take you from behind again.”

At that, my face turned crimson. I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks. “I told you that in confidence,” I managed to say.

“It’s no secret,” he continued to tease. “Everyone who knows you knows just how much of a slut you are.” “Are you slut-shaming me?” I countered jokingly with a raised eyebrow.

“Shaming you? Absolutely not. I love it,” Jay said. “That’s part of your charm. When do we leave?” “As soon as you’re ready,” I said. “And… Jay…”

“What is it?” “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this for me.” He brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes and shrugged. How on earth did he always manage to look so roguish? It was utterly maddening. “It’s time to do a little good,” he said. “Can’t be selfish all the time, can we? And anyway, I don’t want Hampton working with the crime rings anymore than you do. Wouldn’t exactly be great for business.”

I nodded gratefully, then turned to leave, Jay right behind me. I didn’t get more than a single step before he reached out and grabbed my butt solidly, giving it a firm squeeze. I jumped. I couldn’t help it. It was so unexpected—and yet I should have completely expected it.

“Take this,” he said, when I turned around. He was holding a small handgun. It was jet black and had a holographic sight on the top that was currently turned off. I didn’t ask where he had gotten it from. Sleight of hand was just one of his many tricks.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I like to be prepared,” Jay said. “It helps with staying alive.”

[bipolaritysucksbutslaps]

okay whatever, it's up now✨️

must be nice – jaywoo (onepact)

rating: teen and up, fluff with a sprinkle of angst

wc: 2,1k

status: finished

the way i was putting in LAST FINISHING DETAILS BEFORE POSTING THE FIC AND AT THAT VERY MOMENT THE SITE WENT DOWN

[revrads]

Been rewatching Ninjago for the nostalgia so here’s my attempt at making my own design of the ninja! Just the 4 dudes for now, might do Lloyd and Nya in the future! :)

Some notes:

- Zane uses the bo-staff for long-ranged practical weapon! I read a fic where after the Ice Emperor, he can’t use the shurikens anymore and I liked the idea so here’s me giving him a long stick

- Cole uses the tonfa instead of a giant hammer. Idk I just thought it’s a good match

- Jay still has the effects from the fangpyres so he’s a lil’ snake boy

- Kai is the only one without much change so there’s that

Bonus doodles cause Idk lmao:

[bp-zb1fics]

hi! i love how you write bp trainee!reader fics and i was like ‘omg imagine jay x g group trainee!reader’ so i came here to request something. i wanted to request jay chang confessing to g group!reader during the boys planet finale, or something a long the lines of that. i wanted to see your take on how he would confess to someone, you can always switch up the plot or even ignore this ask if you don’t want to write it! <3

If this was a movie

pairing: jay x g group reader

genre: canon, fluff

tw/tags: lots of pining, confessions, a kiss or two, some swears, jay kinda dramatic and very in denial, kamden, matthew, ricky best wingmen, a lil hui vs jay action but not really 

wc: 1731

summary: it’s the sleepover night before the finale and jay has something to tell you.

a/n Hi! First of all thank you so much for this lovely request, it was an utter pleasure to write and I really enjoyed it and I hope you will too! I'm always a sucker for canon fics because it's so fun to take the show we all know and love and hate sometimes bc mnet kinda shady and write about it. I've lifted lines directly from the sleepover segment from episode 12, just be citing my sources. I definitely would have included reader/ mc/ y/n's pov but ended up keeping it to jay's pov for some reason, idk maybe it's like writer brain. If anyone wants a "your pov" version, do let me know~ that would be a fun part 2

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Italics mean it’s spoken in English.

Jay tips his head back and exaggerates his cringe, laughing along with everyone at Gunwook stealing Junhyeon’s aegyo. Only he can’t help but let his eyes linger back to you giggling quietly from where you’re leaning against Hoetaek, the elder playing with your hair. 

And even if he knows that Hoetaek is a little more familiar with the former Cube trainees like you and Matthew and Sung Hanbin, he can’t help but feel the smallest twinge of jealousy. He wanted to be close to you like that, to mess with your hair until you pout at him and he can’t help but-

“By all means, keep staring, we might as well get a neon sign that says I LIKE YOU and put it on your head.”

Kamden mumbles from beside him, effectively snapping him out of his maladaptive daydreaming. 

“Oh my god dude, shut up.”

He hisses, still keeping one eye on you as you lean into Hoetaek’s touch. Think positive, Jay. Even if you're also a fellow English speaker, at least you’re far away enough that you probably won’t overhear them. Ricky snickers from his other side.

“You’re so subtle, man.”

He levels them a look. It’s their last night, can’t he get a break?

“It’s our last night Jay, you know, you should tell them.”

Apparently not. 

He looks up and Kamden manages to look even more unimpressed than he usually does, head tilting a little more than 45° for emphasis.

“Nah, it’s cool, besides, they’re definitely not into me.”

Jay deflects, ignoring the sinking feeling that begins to take hold. 

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

“Just try.”

“You’re being very persistent today, Kam, I dunno, it’s kinda sus.”

Before Kamden can fire back, the whole conversation about memorable first impressions turns around and bites Jay in the ass because the universe loves messing with him.

“So who was your best first impression, Jay-ah?” 

Suddenly everyone’s looking at him expectantly. Kamden and Ricky look like they already know and Jay knows that they know that the answer sitting at the tip of his tongue is just across the room, Hoetaek’s arm around their shoulder. Still, Jay hesitates.

He’s had a crush on you ever since the Star Level test. You had immediately caught his attention walking in. Sure, there were perfect visuals like Jiwoong and Hanbin but you were the most attractive person he’s ever seen. And you were talented, Jay could swear your performance was one of the best but Kamden’s convinced that he’s just biased.

But even though you’re both from G-group, you’ve always ended up in different teams, leaving Jay with not that many opportunities to talk with you. When he does end up around you, he just can’t, defaulting to his usual over the top expressions for laughs. While he’s always thought of himself as a confident person, he just finds himself fumbling around you. It doesn’t help that you seem to stick to Hoetaek or Sung Hanbin or one of your team members. You’re friendly with each other, sure, but nothing more than that. 

Right, back to the question.

“The person I remember the most is Yujin.”

He immediately feels the collective disappointment that emanates from his corner of the room as the rest of the trainees react, Matthew even sitting up to hit him with some bombastic side-eye. He pretends he doesn’t hear Kamden sighs, doing an impression of Yujin which looks more like a possession honestly. The others laugh. Jongwoo’s comment is the crutch he needs to limp away as he holds Yujin in check as competition.

Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

“For me, as soon as I heard Jay sing, I felt like I was in trouble.” 

Hoetaek speaks up and Jay forces himself into another exaggerated look of surprise and shoves down the ugly feeling that jumps out at the way you hug one of Hoetaek’s arms. 

“Your competitor?” One of them jokes.

Not just in singing, Jay thinks.

“But you did watch Love Me Right, hyung?” Jongwoo asks. Jay really wants this conversation to move on.

“It was so hard to watch Love Me Right.” He watches as Hoetaek shifts so that you can lean more comfortably.

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard to watch right now.” Ricky breathes out. Now Kamden and Matthew are snickering.

Just smile, Jay. 

“Honestly, I wanted to give up when I saw you, hyung.” He manages to grit out without giving himself away, hopefully. 

Everyone laughs and Jay desperately sends a prayer to the universe to let his pain end. Ironically, it’s Kamden and Matthew who come to his rescue.

“Actually, I’m curious about something. Did I give off an American vibe?”

The conversation swerves towards Matthew’s imitation of Kamden, the apparently routine mispronunciation of Jiwoong’s name and Kamden’s impressive first impression of Ricky’s hair.

By the time they move on to Keita’s first meeting with Zhang Hao, Jay thinks he’s in the clear.

He's not.

Kamden proceeds to smack his arm and he meets eyes with Matthew whose usual bright smile was beginning to border on shit-eating grin territory.

“If you didn’t notice, they’ve been looking at you the whole time we were talking.” Kamden says lowly, Matthew nodding in agreement.

“Nah, you’re capping.”

“No, for real, Kam and I were literally right here giving some top-tier content and all they could see was you.” Matthew insisted.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It definitely means something.” Ricky counters because he was apparently listening in on them the whole time while everyone else watched Jiwoong wax poetry over Hao’s violin playing. Jay shakes his head.

“It really doesn’t.”

Kamden looks like he wants to jump on him and start shaking some sense in. Matthew sighs. Ricky just shrugs and lies back down.

“Ah well, we’ll have to see then. I didn’t let Kam slander my hair and my catchphrase for nothing.”

After having to spectate the absolute trainwreck of awkwardness that is Zhang Hao and Kum Junhyeon, there’s the slightest chill that goes down Jay’s spine that he ignores, figuring it must be the weather.

It was definitely not the weather. He should have run while he still had a chance.

“Actually, there’s another pair I want to see.” Matthew speaks up. Suddenly he feels Kamden and Ricky both watching him like hawks as if he’s going to bolt any second now.

After Matthew names you and him, Jay actually wants to bolt. Kamden and Ricky are extremely helpful in explaining to the others the minimal interactions you two have had as the “least close trainees in G-group.” You look like a deer in headlights as Hoetaek gently shoves you towards the middle of the room, whispering something to you before he goes back to his spot. 

“Wah they’re both so red.” Jay becomes acutely aware of how much his cheeks are burning as he sits across you. You don’t seem to be any better, making eye contact before looking literally anywhere else.

Well, might as well get over it so he can go back and die of embarrassment.

“Uh, the first time I saw you was during the Star Level test. I thought you were very talented.”

Damn, when did Korean become so hard? Maybe it was the way your hands were holding his, can you feel how fast his pulse is racing? Okay Jay, you can do this, just speedrun it.

“And I really liked the song you performed, it really fit your voice. Your stage outfit was also very pr- very noticeable, it made you stand out. And I really wanted to get to know you more but we were in different groups all the time which really sucked and you don’t know how many times I wished you chose Home so we could perform together or the Star Creators would put us both in Over me and I understand, you’re really perfect for the concepts of your songs and it’s crazy how much I like you, seriously so crazy.”

Pin-drop silence. Three things, in order, that Jay realises.

Speedrunning this might not have been the best idea.

Switching to English midway through the conversation is a skill that he didn’t know he was capable of considering his level of Korean would definitely be more byelingual than actual, intelligent multilingual like Matthew.

He might have confessed his feelings to you. No actually, he did. Fuck, now would be a great time to get on the next plane and fly off to the States and cry to Beomhan for a month. Forget debuting, he’d settle for a nice normal life without the evil editing and the screen time robbing and the utter stress of eliminations.

But before Jay can actually bolt, you speak up.

“Uh- uhm…” You look so unsure that it freezes him there, seated in front of you, holding your hands like it’s his last lifeline.

“I really like you too.”

Everyone gasps and begins murmuring quietly.

“Wait, my English is bad, what are they saying?”

“Finally, they’ve confessed, I knew it.”

“Wait who confessed?”

“That was like an American romance movie, wow.”

Then the clapping starts. Jay tears his eyes away from you for one second to look at Kamden in utter disbelief. His co-conspirators don’t miss a beat.

“Congratulations, you finally did it! Thank fuck.”

“Be happy together, you two!”

And because Ricky apparently wasn’t satisfied with the slander he had put himself through.

“Now kiss.”

Which turned into a chant because even the trainees who didn’t speak English fluently knew what they were talking about. Someone even helpfully throws a blanket over Yujin to protect his eyes.

Jay turns back and finds you giggling. While it looks like embarrassment, now he could feel the way your fingers interlocked with his, your eyes flitting to his lips. The chanting becomes background noise as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

Fireworks explode in the background as you pull away.

Everyone applauds with the occasional whistling, oohing as Jay tugs you to sit between his legs, Ricky graciously scooting over to make space.

Kamden claps him on the back and Matthew flashes both of you a thumbs up.

God, he loves hates these guys.

As the conversation settles back down and everyone decides to actually sleep, you sneak another kiss before cuddling up to his side.

Jay smiles. Maybe this is a movie.

[taddymason]

I don't know why, but with the previous post I can't stop seeing Kaida growling at people (ninjas) who want to get close to Jay. Something like 'little dragon' protecting her father from these strangers who claim to know him and who want to take him away from her.

Just hilarious.

Anyway: How do you think Kaida would get along with the rest of the kids? And what are the opinions of Arin, Sora, Riyu and Wyldfyre regarding Kaida?

AAAA Yes, that's the best possible description I've seen! Both being feral cats who protect each other and don't understand who the hell these people are.

Regarding your question, Kaida would probably get along better with Wyldfyre compared to Arin and Sora. Like, they are both chaotic kids extremely attached to their father figure so they would probably understand each other better and the first thing they would do is burn something. And she would become obsessed with Riyu because she is fascinated by creatures from the other kingdoms.

[mirisss]

One Pact confessing to their crush

One Pact x gn! reader (mostly, mentions reader wearing a dress in Seongmin’s part)

One pact confessing to their crush

Wordcount ≈ 1.8k 

Warnings: Some self-doubt, insecurities mentioned in Seongmin’s part (not liking how your body looks in some clothes), 

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!

Yoon Jongwoo

Jongwoo tried to play it very cool when he confessed to his crush. He was good friends with you, but throughout the last 3 months, he had tried to be more touchy and do more boyfriend things. All to see your reactions and see if maybe just maybe, his feelings were reciprocated. 

He gave you extra long hugs, a lot of lingering touches, kisses on the forehead and your cheeks, and even some on your nose. He gave you more compliments, he drove you pretty much everywhere, and he payed whenever you ordered anything or ate out. Each action brought out reactions from you, shocked looks, small gasps, blushing, and habits such as biting your very kissable lips, and much more. 

After 3 months, he decided that it was time to risk everything. He was going to confess. Jongwoo prepared your favorite flowers, your favorite candy, and a cute plushie of your favorite animal. He walked toward your door, knocked on it, and then he waited. When you opened the door, you were shocked to find Jongwoo standing on the other side holding the flowers and everything. 

You opened your mouth, about to say something when Jongwoo interrupted you. “Before you say anything, hear me out,” You just nodded in response. “I like you, (Y/n), a lot, like I’m in love with you, and I hope you like me too,” Once he finished his little monologue he gave you a cute smile. You broke out into a smile happily taking the flowers from him. “Of course, I like you too!”   

Jay Chang

Jay had asked you to come to watch him do some busking in the streets, you said yes, I mean who would want to miss an opportunity to listen to Jay sing? You loved his voice so it was a no-brainer. He was so happy to see you standing there despite the rain as the autumn weather was catching up with the world. Jay noticed that your jacket wasn’t very thick so between some songs he hurriedly gave you an extra jacket that he had brought, you happily took it and put it over you. 

Jay began singing some songs, one that you didn’t recognize, it took a while for you to notice that it was an original song of his because of the fact that it seemed so familiar. He sang about falling in love with his best friend, the more you listened the more you recognized the things he sang about, moments you had spent together. You began thinking that Jay was being serious, that he was in love with you. 

As the song came to an end, Jay took hold of the mic, bringing it with him toward you, he stopped right in front of you, singing the last line, “I give you my heart to keep, please be mine” he reached out with his free hand toward you, in it laid a necklace with a beautiful heart charm. Jay looked nervous as he gazed into your eyes, wishing that you’d accept his heart. You took the necklace from him, holding it close to you, nodding your head. The people around you cheered and clapped their hands, happy for the new young couple. 

Oh Seongmin

Seongmin did not plan on confessing the day that he did. He had a whole plan and everything, however, he ended up throwing the plan away when he sporadically confessed. The two of you were out shopping like any other day the two of you did some serious shopping where you bought things you needed and also some joke shopping where you picked the ugliest clothes you could find and tried them on. Sharing a laugh at the ridiculous outfits you put together. 

“Minnie, I have to buy a new dress for that event next week, help me find a good one?” “Of course,” He smiled brightly as always, leading you into a store that displayed many beautiful dresses, all of which would look amazing on you, he thought. You looked through many dresses, finding some that you wanted to try on. After finding 12 dresses that you liked, the two of you headed over to the fitting rooms. You tried on the first dress, it was beautiful but the fabric wasn’t very nice, it was a bit itchy, so on to the next one it was. And so you continued for a while, no dress felt 100%. You were now at the last one. The fabric was soft and nice, the color complemented your skin wonderfully, when you stepped out of the changing room, Seongmin felt his heart racing, you looked absolutely stunning. 

“Woah,” “I know, it doesn’t look good at all, on me I mean, the dress is perfect, but not for me,” “What do you mean? You look stunning, amazing,” “You’re only saying that to be nice,” “No, I’m not, I’m being honest. (Y/n), look at me,” He turned you around, standing behind you, the two of you faced the big mirror in the fitting room. He gazed at you lovingly as he explained each detail that made you look beautiful. “You’re perfect, (Y/n), always have been and you always will be in my eyes, because I love you,” The second he said it, he realized that the words had slipped from his mouth. “You love me?” “I’m in love with you, (Y/n), I truly am,” You turned around, now facing him. “I love you too, Seongmin, will you be my date to the event?” “No force in the world could stop me,” 

Yeom Taegyun / TAG

Tag didn’t know how to bring it up in a conversation. He had tried for months, yet whenever he tried, the words escaped him. He could write thousands of songs and sing and rap without a problem, but facing the love of his life and telling them that he was in love with them was impossible. After consulting with one of his good friends, Jongwoo, he was given the idea of writing a love letter. One letter turned into ten. He had so much to say and once he began writing, he just couldn’t stop. The words and emotions flowed out of him as a river running down a mountain. 

Tag began secretly sending you these letters, one each week. You were surprised that you had a secret admirer, but you were very intrigued, trying to figure out who it could be. Telling Tag about all of your suspicions and the candidates for the position. Tag was disappointed when he wasn’t one of them. He persisted and kept sending you the letters, each one making you feel more and more special. “Tag, you don’t understand the way this guy writes is just magical. It’s like he’s painting a picture with words. No one I’ve dated before has ever said these things or treated me like I’m special, this guy makes me feel seen, like he loves me for me and not my body or something superficial,” After that conversation, Tag went home to write a new letter, one he would give you the day after. 

When you woke up that morning, a familiar envelope lay in front of your door after being delivered earlier in the morning. You ran over to it, opening it immediately. The text inside shocked you to your very core. 

Dear (Y/n), unless I’ve been unclear in earlier letters, I’m in love with you. To me you shine as bright as the sun, coloring my world in bright light, bringing me to life. You are so much more than just your appearance, your soul and your being makes me believe in angels because you must be one. I’ve tried telling you how special you are for years and I’ve tried to confess my love for months, yet whenever I look into your sparkling eyes and see your smile, I can’t think. I get lost in your beauty. I’ll be waiting at our spot by the Han River from 12. If you reciprocate my feelings, come meet me there, if you don’t, just forget about this and don’t show up. I’ll get over it. But please, I hope you like me too. 

Love, your Taggy

You looked at the clock, it was 11. You got dressed and began your commute over to the spot where you and Tag always hang out. Ready to kiss him on the lips because you too had loved him for years. 

Lee Yedam

Yedam, like Seongmin, confessed accidentally. He was torn between whether or not he should say something or not, he could come up with equal pros and cons to confessing and not confessing. He truly didn’t know what to do. So in his torn and tired state, he took out his phone, and wrote a long message to his good friend, Jay, asking for advice on if he should confess or not. What he didn’t notice was that he clicked on your name instead of Jay’s in his messaging app. 

* Yedam, who is it you’re thinking of confessing to? 

* (Y/n), of course. Who else? Jay come on, you know I’m only in love with (Y/n)

You were shocked to read your own name, and then see Jay’s. Yedam thinks he’s messaging Jay, and not me. 

* Right, sorry. Dude, Idk what you should do. Maybe just say it? 

* But what if she doesn’t like me back? 

* I think you’ll be fine, Ye

Yedam didn’t react at first, but then he saw it. The only one who calls him Ye is you. He looked at the contact, clearly saying “(Y/n) 💕🥹🥰” and not “Jay-hyung 👍”

* (Y/n) omg, um, this was a joke. Okay, hehe, a joke

* so like don’t think about, okay?

*Ye, tell me the truth. Do you like me? Like you know, like like me

It took a while before he answered

* Yes. Please don’t hate me 🥺

* Come over to my place so we can talk face to face? 

* Already on my way!

Yedam hurried over to your place, scared and nervous, yet a little excited. After he knocked on your door, you opened it within seconds, before he could even say hello, you put your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours and kissing him. “I like you too, Lee Yedam,” 

[vivianthepigeon]

I’m only on ep 3 of dragons rising because everything is new and I’m scared of change 😭

(I still plan on watching it tho)

[harus-simp]

Are you serious?

-Jay x reader-

Warning:mentions of alcohol, but mostly fluffy

Requested: You know for the ‘confession on black day’ post could it be either Jay or Kamden? If you have someone else in mind that’s okay! (Anonymous)

Author's note: well it's techincally not a request but my anon here suggested who to make it with so this goes for you my lovely anon <3

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On a day that you were supposed to go to the club and forget of your lonely life as a single person with your friends ends up with you receiving a love confession? How odd is that?

Today you decided to forget about everything and just have a good time with your friends. And what was the occasion you may be asking yourselves. Well it was not like you needed an excuse to have a good time with your friend group, but today was special.

It was none other than black day, a day were all single people gathered and celebrated their solitude. You may think that everyone felt horrible being all alone, but it was not everyone's case, well it was yours tho, they just wanted to go out and drink.

Having said this, you were waiting outside your house for your friend jay to go together as you both lived almost next to each other. Now you would be lying if you said you hadn't the fattest crush on him. It has been there for a while, and it didn't seem to be disappearing any time soon.

He was just so mesmerising to you, his sense of humour always made you laugh uncontrollably and his pretty smile was enough to turn you into a hot mess, flustered by the effect this man had on you.

But today wasn't a day to be thinking about that, you would just stick to enjoy the night by his side, and although insufficient to you, you needed to accept that at least on that single would remain as your social status.

As you heard the bell ringing from the entrance you made your way to the door to open it, revealing jay's figure leaning on the door frame while checking his phone. The sound made him look up and smile at you ruffling your hair.

"Took you long enough"

"Don't do that, you'll ruin my hair!"

"Yeah whatever, not like that'll change much"

Yeah you just decided to ignore his comment and closed the door behind you to head to the bar you all had decided to go.

"So, shall we start going?"

.

.

.

When you got there you were welcomed by the smell of alcohol in the air and the sensation of pure heat as it was more crowded than usual.

You both quickly spotted your group on one of the furtherest tables from all the noise and people dancing. Well you didn't think this bar was also a disco kinda place, but all the contagious music made you forget about it making you actually feel grateful for it.

You started drinking and chatting for a whole hour when you decided to go to the dance floor and just let go of all your worries and problems. You were followed by some of your friends, except for jay that stayed there watching you all have fun. But specially focusing on you, on all your moves, how you swayed your hips from side to side in synch with the rhythm of the song.

As he turned to the table to pour some more soju on his little shot cup he noticed the smirks present in all of the present ones.

"What are you guys staring at, that's kinda creepy"he said

They all just simply laughed at him and his obliviousness.

"Says the one who practically has been eating their friend out from staring. You need to work on that dissimulation my bro"

He turned his head completely embarrassed denying everything.

"What are you guys talking about, I haven't done anything like tha-"

"Jay, you've been staring at them for approximately 30 minutes, just go and ask them out already"

"Yeah, we are getting tired from you both now, so you better go and dance with them right now"

And he didn't have much time to react as you approached the table and tried pulling jay up.

"C'mon jay, don't just seat down like a grandpa, dance with us"

And after an awful 3 seconds (yes that's how long it took to convince him lol) he accepted his fate and let you drag him to where the music was coming from.

You immediately started dancing with each other,moving your hips while he once in a while made you twirl.

There was a moment when your arms found their way to jay's shoulders to stabilise yourself from all drinks you had had that night.

His reflexes and the alcohol he had drunk throughout the night made him grab your hips and stare at your eyes with a look of complete love and admiration.

"Jay?"

That made him snap and apologise for his behaviour, putting his hands on his pockets and returning to the table.

However, he noticed from afar how your cheeks got a little bit red. Besides, you hadn't asked him to put his hands away, so all his confidence increased as he decided to finally do what he had been thinking on doing for a long time (and maybe alcohol played an important role there too).

As you approached the table to look for him he stand up and grabbed your hand taking you outside of the place.

You decided to just let yourself be dragged by him. When he suddenly stopped you didn't even had the time to react when he suddenly blurted out.

"Look I know you might not remember by tomorrow but I like you y/n, I had for quite some time now"

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Ye-yeah, I don't think I would have been able to hide it any longer, but that's how I feel. It's a shame that you will forget it"

"Uhm you know I'm not drunk right?"

"Huh?"

Turns out you handled pretty well alcohol, so yeah all his plan didn't come out as he expected.

He looked panicked and nervous as he looked down with a saddened expression,making you giggle at his cuteness when he was slightly sober.

"Why the long face? I haven't even replied to you yet"

His eyes suddenly lit up while he looked back at you raising his head up.

"So yeah, I like you too jay jay"you said while booping his nose.

A smile made its way into his features as his heart was filled with happiness and relief from the confession. His crush had accepted him? Yeah, it was a good enough reason to feel like that.

"But seriously, on black day?"

"Well what can I say, it's not like I could have kept on like this any longer"he said with a wide smile, a smile that could brighten up anybody's day.

"Stop smiling so much pretty boy, that smile of yours is gonna get out of your face".

And just like that you gave him a short but sweet kiss that he reciprocated almost immediately.

"Shall we get out of here?"he asked grabbing your hand.

"Gladly"

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[international-sunrise]

I LOST MY FEAR OF FALLING

CHAPTER 15: all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me...

Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay & Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Hong Jae Hye | Joy, Lee Jin Sung | Zack, Lee Eun Tae | Vasco, Choi Soo Jung | Crystal, Park Ha Neul | Zoe, Kim Mi Jin | Mira

Additional Tags: Character Study, Relationship Study, Pre-Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Compliant, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, POV Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Spoilers for Lookism

CHAPTER 15: ALL THE GHOSTS THAT ARE NEVER GONNA CATCH ME...

Summary:

“Hyungseok is a strange one, that goes without saying. It's very often that he wonders how did he get so far in life with poorer social skills than his own. It's like a blind man guiding another.”

[slimeclimbtime]

finished bp fic! - guardian of the unholy

after a grueling 4am write i am finally done with this a dais at daybreak paralogue! YOU MUST HAVE READ ADAD FIRST BEFORE READING THIS AS THIS WILL 1. HAVE MASSIVE SPOILERS AND 2. WON’T MAKE SENSE OTHERWISE (u can find it within the series that the fic is in!)

ship: kamjay (kamden x jay) fantasy au! five chapters! warnings for violence, injuries, and similar content total word count is 16.2k!

[blossominghunnie]

I posted my Jay fanfic! It will be a little while till I start updating it but I wanted to publish it. :)

It'll be a little different from what I usually write. I wanna explore more with angst since I always write fluff, hopefully you and I will like it jsjs.

[lilyrennifer]

Always feel free to request! 😁

Please click HERE before you do for more information! Thank you! 🥰️

Soloist

🦊 Woodz

Nothing So Far

🎼 B.I

Nothing So Far

🐱 Kang Daniel

Nothing So Far

🐇 Park Jihoon

Nothing So Far

🐶 Le’V (Wang Zihao)

Nothing So Far

🐯 Beomhan

Nothing So Far

Boys Planet

🐺 Seunghwan

Nothing So Far

🐦 Jay

Nothing So Far

Nothing So Far

🦊 Park Hanbin

Nothing So Far

🐇 Wumuti

Nothing So Far

🐈‍⬛ Jongwoo

Nothing So Far

🐼 Kamden

Nothing So Far

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Kamjay) why am i like this? (let’s go out and shout the words we never said)

Kamden isn't the most emotionally intelligent person in the world (and has really shitty coping mechanisms), and Jay's just a tad bit oblivious.

...

Based off of the song, "Why Am I Like This?" by Orla Gartland.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46678762

[misspinkmilkmonster]

No Escape | Characters Description

note: So... idk this is necesary actually, but anygays Here you have a brief description of each character so that you can have a little more context and a clear image of each one when reading.

 

°•°• Hwang Hyunjin °•°•

(Before Felix's escape)

《Age》

20 years old

《Occupation》

Heir to the family business, Human trafficking for domestic purposes, arms trafficking, drug trafficking (What the client does with the merch does not concern him)

(After Felix's escape)

《Age》

24 years old

°•°• Lee Felix °•°•

(Before his escape)

《Age》

20 years old

《Occupation》

Look pretty and make Hyunjin happy (What Hyunjin does with his property and business is none of his business)

(After his escape)

《Age》

24 years old

《Occupation》

FBI Honorary Agent Associate Special Agent.

°•°• Christopher Bhang Chan°•°•

[His name may change depending on who you ask]

《Age》

27 years old

《Occupation》

Special Agent in Command of the FBI.

Leader of the investigation against human trafficking.

°•°• Lee MinHo °•°•

《Age》

26 years old

《Occupation》

FBI Deputy Special Agent

Bangchan's right-hand man.

(Occasionally not limited to being a hand) [Status not established]

°•°• Seo ChangBin°•°•

《Age》

25 years old

《Occupation》

Hyunjin's main bodyguard and right-hand man.

°•°• Han JiSung °•°•

《Age》

24 years old

《Occupation》

Felix's trusted bodyguard before passing into Hyunjin's hands after no longer needing his services.

°•°• Kim Seungmin°•°•

《Age》

24 years old

《Occupation》

Felix's trusted bodyguard before passing into Hyunjin's hands after no longer needing his services.

°•°•Yang Jeongin°•°•

《Age》

26 years old

《Occupation》

FBI Deputy Director

°•°•Jackson Wang°•°•

《Age》

29 years old

《Occupation》

[ XXNOT FOUNDXX]

°•° •Jay Chang°•°•

《Age》

19 years old

《Occupation》

[XXNOT FOUNDXX]

Yang Jeongin's younger brother on his maternal side.

[bp-zb1fics]

Hey!!! I love your writing so much,, especially your jay fic ;; I saw that you loved canon fics and omg literally SAME,, so i was like lemme request a lil something lolol

Jay smut, reader is his makeup artist during the over me “era” and you can free style the rest <333

😺 anon

Tonight I’ll take you away

pairing: jay x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canon, suggestive themes, smut

wc: 1940

summary: you proposition the cute trainee that’s been making eyes at you while you’re working

Check my pinned for more fics~

MINORS DO NOT READ PLEASE!!!!

tw/tags: flirting, staring, realities of the idol industry, makeup, plastic surgery mention (not referring to jay), assumptions made about the industry, covertly arranged hook up, jay kinda subby, bondage, mention of pre negotiation/boundary setting, teasing, kissing, making out, nipple play, oral sex (both receiving), non explicit and explicit descriptions, riding, orgasms, reader bottoms but gender isn't specified, reader is implied to be older than jay but you can imagine it however you want

a/n tysm for loving my writing, 😺 anon! Hope you like this, it took quite awhile but I finally got to writing it~ thinking of turning this into a whole over me 🥵 series but while thoughts are being had, y'all can check out the leejeong part if you haven't!

“잘생겼어요?” [Jalsaenggyoso]

You pause, just for a second, hiding that brief moment of confusion by dipping your brush back into the eyeshadow palette.

“You mean 잘생겼나요?“ [Jalsaenggyonayo]

Even under his foundation, his cheeks flush. You’re unfazed, having worked with a fair amount of foreign idols, you’ve received your share of flirtatious comments and sometimes even straight up propositions both in shaky Korean and poor English, up until they realise you’re perfectly capable of understanding both.

Tapping off the excess, you motion for him to close his eyes, holding his chin to steady him and swiping lightly over his lids. And because you rather avoid another misunderstanding, you continue to talk in English.

“Keep your eyes closed for me, please.”

You instruct him as you blend it in with a darker shadow at the outer corner of his lash line. He’s a good looking kid. In this industry, they all are, honestly, they have to be. You can only do so much contouring to sharpen their jawlines and slim their faces and define their nose. Some of them are so naturally attractive that you wonder how they have such good genes and others? Well, there’s nothing the knife and needle can’t take care of.

“And open.”

He does and you can’t help but notice how striking he looks. It does help that he has a natural double eyelid, saving you the effort of going in with the tape, the subtle liner popping out immediately. You make a few small adjustments, ignoring how his breath goes shaky every time you use your hands to angle his face.

He is, by no means, the subtle type. But he’s also a trainee, a Western-raised one to boot. They tend to be…a lot more expressive by nature, unabashed staring, the more established idols even going as far as making open advances, confidence given by signed NDAs and the knowledge that whatever footage of this will be deleted. While he doesn’t have that confidence, his face speaks volumes, wanting eyes, the ends of his mouth quivering upwards as you lean in to brush tint over his lips, even the little Korean he messed up earlier.

“You really shouldn’t stare like that when there are cameras.”

You murmur, glad that they haven’t been able to clip a mic to his shirt yet. There are only two cameras in the partitioned off waiting room, one mounted on a tripod meant to record the whole room although you know from experience that it won’t pick up audio and both of you weren’t in any kind of suspicious position either. Besides, they hardly used the footage from there, the behind the scenes most likely taking clips from the handheld camera that the other trainees sitting on the couch were talking at.

So honestly, neither of the cameras would catch him but you figured that anyone planning to be an idol might as well be a little more cautious. 

“Sorry,” he immediately ducks his head, sheepish with a little embarrassment now evident on his face. Definitely a lot more expressive.

It tones down but he seriously won’t stop stealing glances at you. Even when he’s called over to film or you retouch the makeup of the other trainees, your eyes end up meeting whenever you look his way. When they’re called to stand-by backstage, mic packs are taped on with you and the rest of the makeup and styling team making last minute adjustments. Maybe, it’s a lapse of judgement but you reach up and tug the black choker askew on his neck back into place.

Maybe only you two hear the sharp inhale he makes when you do that. 

“Need to get into the mood of your song, you know.”

You quip under your breath as you retouch some parts of his face, no need for any extra blush, at least. 

“Ah, yes.”

He offers you a smile in return. Cute.

You’re part of the staff that accompany them to the studio for retouches. All of them stand still as you fix up smudges or spots that’ve been sweated away. But it’s only Jay who really looks at you with a little something as he parts his lips to let your brush fix up the gradient, making sure they look soft and plush and camera ready.

“Good luck, fighting!”

It’s not that suspicious with all the other staff cheering them on but he lights up right away. It’s too cute.

And then they do the dry run and in the place of that shy, soft-spoken, smiling kid is this sensual man with sultry vocals that does things to you. It’s a blur, the song wrapping up way too fast and leaving you a little breathless and slightly warm under the collar.

They come backstage and maybe you bustle up to Jay too quickly but in fairness, the rehearsal has his bangs sticking to his forehead, foundation a little smudged and you definitely need to do retouches.

“Did I do well?”

He asks you, all quiet again. There’s no trace of the man onstage in his bright eyes as he smiles at you. When you tell him he did, somehow he manages to look even happier. You watch him greet the fans with those eyes before completely flipping the switch, vocals coming on even stronger, giving them flirty little smiles as rose petals decorate the stage.

And that’s when you decide, well, why not? He was cute and he seemed to think you were too. You’d suck his dick…if he wanted you too.

__________________________________________

After the M Countdown filming and a fan meeting that had you on the side for more touch ups, you found out that he, in fact, wanted you too.

It isn’t too difficult, you being in the industry long enough to go about making arrangements discretely and without too much fuss. NDAs aside, it does help that while he is on a highly-publicised survival show, he still is considered a trainee which makes it easier to slip under the radar. There’s a little pre-negotiation, setting boundaries, getting consent but it goes over smoothly.

Which is why he’s here, actually trying to avoid your gaze, the red ribbon stage props binding his wrists to the bed posts, his pants somewhere on the floor. It’s a very pretty sight, you think to yourself as you watch him squirm, his arousal out in the open, cheeks flushed. It’s fun when they’re needy. It’s even better knowing that a hundred people can scream their name but your name will be the only one they’ll say tonight.

Jay says your name in a way that’s reminiscent of how he sang earlier. Melodic, almost breathless, just a little needy. You’re settled between his legs, running a hand over his thigh, enjoying the way he trembles slightly when you ghost at where he wants it. He’s all shy and stuttery again but his body is as expressive as before.

He surges forward as you lean in, meeting your lips with his. He’s not a bad kisser. You aren’t surprised, assuming that growing up in the West and not starting training as a child like some of the inexperienced ones you hear about must have had something to do with that. He’s still shy but there’s a sense of self-assurance in the way he mouths softly at your bottom lip. Parting his lips to let you slip your tongue in, exploring the spots that get his hips to jump, his wrists to strain against their bindings.

The sounds he makes are like music as you scrape your teeth over his neck, careful not to leave any bruises. You lap at abused skin and he starts getting noisy. That’s fine. No one would hear and even if someone does, they know it’s none of their business. Fingertips graze his nipples and you watch him twitch, leaking onto the sheets. You can’t help but ask.

“Good?”

“Please. Can you-”

“Can I…?”

“Can you do that again, please?”

And because he asked so nicely, you use your mouth, flicking your tongue out. He’s gasping, bucking his hips, trying to get some friction where he’s aching. You could toy with him all night but you won’t do that. Not tonight, at least. You press kisses lower and lower, his breath getting shallower nearly halting as you pause between his legs and look up at him.

“Will you stay still for me?”

It’s taking awhile to register but once it does, he nods. Well, you can’t have that.

“Words please.”

He looks so stricken, it’s almost adorable. But it’s barely a second of hesitation before he answers.

“Yes, yes- ah!”

You take him fully into your mouth, as much as you can. He’s heavy against your tongue as you hollow your cheeks for more suction, bobbing your head a few times. You look up and his head is thrown up against the headboard, eyes closed, lip tint smeared on his parted lips, sharp breaths escaping. You run your tongue along the veins on the underside of his dick and the sounds he lets out are obscene.

Impressively enough, he manages to keep his hips steady, letting you go at your own pace. But you know you’re good. You’ve been told that you’re good. Waiting till he relaxes, basking the pleasure of your tongue running over him, suckling softly, even moving to leave a mark or two on his thighs. Then, without warning, you’re descending, taking him almost fully in your mouth, breathing steadily through your nose.

You’re pretty sure the whole floor heard him just now, his hips jerking up traitorously. You pull off and the whine that comes next is delicious. He’s wrecked, bangs stuck to his forehead in an erotic echo of earlier, eyes dark and pleading, fists clenching uselessly.

“I thought you’d stay still for me?”

What comes out of his mouth next is almost unintelligible, a mess of Korean and English, all you know is that he’s begging. You shush him, your clothes joining his on the floor. You’ve got him hypnotised as you sink your fingers between your own legs, the wet squelch betraying how eager you are. He slides in, nice and easy and you take a moment to relish in the fullness that this angle offers, straddling him fully.

Your hands press his hips downward, keeping them still this time until you’re ready to feel him deeper. It’s a lost cause once you let go, he moves, as much as he can with his hands still restrained and unable to provide leverage. You let him tire himself out before you take your own pleasure, rolling your hips and enjoying the way he sounds when you do. He doesn’t ask you to untie him so you ride him until he’s about to tip over the edge, it’s not hard to tell with someone as expressive as him, the brink of an orgasm is written all over his face.

Maybe you’re a little sex drunk but the sound he makes when you push him past release should be recorded and made into a song. But for now, you’re the only listener. Chest heaving, you free his wrists and before you know it, it’s his face buried between your legs, helping you reach your own release.

“Is it okay if we stay tonight?” He asks after you’ve cleaned up, lying on the bed, limbs tangled together. He’s very tactile, you've found out.

You consider the consequences before shrugging, quite enjoying the way he presses soft kisses against your shoulders, singing softly to the song that’s playing quietly in the background.

“If you want to.” He does.