#jeongchan scenarios

[star-eyed-angels]

Stray Kids Reaction | Fake Texts | Crack/Fluff | Whore House

Reacting to JeongChan's Solo stages

A/N: These performances made me absolutely feral. So now enjoy what has come from my silly feral things my brain comes up with <3

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Mentions of word whore, eye-fucking, jeongchan being teases whether they like it or not🤡

[writingforstraykids]

Jeongin and Chan for 💌 Chan wakes up to Jeongin humping his thigh before getting fucked so roughly the whole dorm hears finding out Chan's the sub🤤

Morning, Channie hyung

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan

Word Count: 1054

Warnings/Tags: smut, sub!chan, dom!innie, somnophilia (sort of), dry-hyumping, spanking

Part of the 💌 event. More here

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Jeongin watches Chan, still comfortably asleep. His face looks so soft and vulnerable that it stirs something deep inside him. His hyung is someone worth protecting and taking care of. He always does with all of them in public, it's almost natural Chan likes to give up that responsibility with him. His fingers trace the outline of his face, down his jawline, and Chan makes a soft, sleepy sound as he brushes them against his lips. 

Jeongin’s hand wanders further down his bare torso, and his brain slowly picks up on the fact that Chan's still fully naked from last night. Excitement floods his system when he remembers the plug resting between his cheeks and Chan's agreement to be woken up with him using him. 

He gently pushes him onto his side so Chan's facing the mirror attached to the closet. He shuffles closer to him and presses up against him, dragging his hard dick over the back of his thigh. He buries his face in his shoulder as he does, stifling a moan against his skin as he works out a rhythm that feels so good. He knows the others are already up so he wants to be quiet until Chan's awake. Jeongin continues humping his thigh for a bit, smearing precum all over his golden skin, and glances into the mirror. He can tell Chan is slowly waking up, stirring a little in his sleep. 

Reaching down, he carefully eases out the plug, and Chan whimpers in protest at the sudden emptiness. Giggling, he pushes in his fingers instead, smiling to himself at how deliciously stretched out he is. Chan's lips part with a soft, low moan, eyelids fluttering a little. His breathing picks up a little, hand twitches on his pillow as his body slowly leaves its sweet slumber. Jeongin brushes his fingers against his prostate, and Chan's eyes shoot open with a long, shuddery moan. 

“I-Innie,” he breathes out drowsily, instinctively pressing back against his fingers. 

He plants a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Morning, Channie hyung.”

Chan shivers at another drag against his prostate and blinks sleepily. “Baby~,” he whines softly. 

“Mhm?” Jeongin hums gently. 

“More please,” he begs tiredly. “S’not enough.”

“You want more? Want me to ruin you that early already?” he asks, and Chan blushes heavily but nods. “Words, dummy.”

Chan gulps softly and meets his eyes through the mirror. “Please, Innie. Please ruin me.”

“Get on your stomach for me,” he tells him, and Chan complies with a soft grunt. Jeongin pulls him by his hips until he's on his knees, his bum up on display for him. He gently kneads his cheeks, and Chan shivers in anticipation. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this,” he tells him before bringing down his hand against his left cheek fiercely. 

Chan moans out loud, hand gripping the pillow. He barely has time to recover as Jeongin smacks his other cheek just as forcefully. “Don't stop, please,” he breathes out weakly, but his friend is nowhere close to stopping. 

“You get so needy for pain when you're still tired,” he giggles at the obscene noise leaving him when he hits the same spot again. That would leave a pretty imprint. “You like that, huh?”

Chan moans and nods weakly. “Y-Yeah,” he says, and another pleasurable pain stings through him. His mouth falls open with a very loud moan, eyes screwing shut as Jeongin suddenly slams his dick inside of him. “Fuck, Innie, don't stop,” he cries out, gripping the pillow tightly as the younger man pounds into him forcefully. 

Jeongin smirks to himself succeedingly as Chan is still too sleepy to realize how fucking loud he is right now. Loud enough for everyone to hear. Loud enough for everyone to know that Chan likes to be roughed up by him. Loud enough that every word can be understood only two rooms further.

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Felix almost drops his coffee as he hears it, wide eyes meeting Jisung’s across the table. “Chan?” he whispers. 

Seungmin's ears burn up, and he quickly lowers his gaze to his plate. “Didn't think Innie was the one in control with Chan hyung.”

���I thought Chan dislikes to submit?” Changbin frowns softly and Hyunjin shrugs, also a little surprised. 

Minho smirks knowingly and stirs his tea, not saying a word. Suddenly, all eyes are on him in the absence of a sassy comment. “What?” he asks and raises his eyebrows at him. “Do I look like I'd let Channie dominate me all the time? Huh?”

“Oh,” Jisung nods dumbly and squints his eyes at Minho. “So he-.”

“It's enough you guys found out like this; I won't share any delicate details,” Minho shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea calmly as Chan shouts their maknae’s name in pure bliss.

It's quiet for a while before the door opens, and everyone quickly busies themselves with their breakfast. Minho meets Jeongin’s eyes across the table and raises his eyebrows as he comes in with a proud grin. “What?” he asks smirking. 

“Really? When everyone's here?” he asks, amused. 

“I promised to wake him up properly,” he shrugs, and Changbin chokes on his coffee. Giggling, he grabs a plate, filling it to the brim, and some coffee. 

“You won't join us?” Felix squints at him. 

“I would, but I doubt he-.”

“Jeongin, you little brat,” Minho says sharply, and the younger one blushes at the tone. “That's enough teasing, thank you. Now go take care of the mess you made, and it's your ass that will be kicked if one of you is late for practice today.”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods sheepishly before quickly disappearing again.

He pushes the door to his room open and smiles at the sight of Chan in his clothes, cuddled up in the blanket comfortably. He climbs into bed and pulls him into his lap, soothingly fondling his back. “You're okay?”

“Very,” Chan nods sweetly and cuddles into him happily. “You should wake me up like that more often.”

He giggles and kisses his head, grabbing the plate. “If that's what my pretty hyung wants.”

Chan blushes a little, but before he can protest, a grape is pushed into his mouth. “Ey,” he mumbles softly. 

“Don't even dare say anything else, Channie,” he laughs and continues feeding him. “Now enjoy your breakfast.”

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[kyu-nee]

Calling for a SKZ roleplay!

Hi!! As you can see my name is Kyu, currently 24, and starting my summer break for the year! With only my part-time job to keep me busy during the summer months I am very free to amble about all day thinking of my eight favorite brainrot men and dreaming up little plots for them. Since writing fanfiction is nice but not as engaging and entertaining as roleplaying, I'm looking for someone who might want to chill out, go a little (a lot) nuts over them and write out some scenarios! 🍃

Talking about my roleplaying style: I'm a novella writer. That means you are getting at least 1-7k+ replies from yours truly, and it also means I am thirsting for someone who goes just as crazy with the internal monologue, the backflashes, the in-depth character exploration as I do! If I'm fed two listless little paragraphs in response to a 5k post then my motivation just flags. My grammar is (this comes off as snobby, I know) flawless except for the occasional typo or slip of the keyboard, and I like to think of my writing as rather engaging. What I really need from a roleplay partner is communication, activeness and friendliness, though. I'm very energetic sometimes and can ramble for hours about possible what-ifs in our roleplay, so I would very much like someone who wants to become friends, strikes up conversation as much as I do, and generally doesn't mind rants and fawning! 🍃

As far as topics and genres go: I love me some fluff and romance but angst, hurt, comfort, drama, misunderstandings are sooo good! I'm all in for dead dove themes and smut also, so long as we have a decent plot for it to fit into! If we get to talking I am also more than happy to provide a list of my kinks and no-nos for you to skim over and see if we'd be compatible in that regard. My absolutely favorite verses to play are omegaverse or hybrid verses, in which I am a strong stickler for the version where omegas/prey hybrids are naturally AFAB no matter their gender. 🍃

I play on Discord in private servers for easy organization and comfort!

Let's get to the (I assume) interesting part for you! I am generally all-in on every single member/member ship (NOT looking for any oc/member or self-inserts as that doesn't vibe with me at all and I don't like the notion of it) but of course I have some favorites, those being MinChan, MinSung, JeongChan, ChanBin, ChanSung and JeongLix! Still, I am very open to suggestions as I love all of my boys and am excited to play them, also as a pack, OT8, or any variation including however many of the members! 🍃

There are some plots I've been mulling over, most of them little snippets or vibes more than actual plotlines, but I'll try to piece them together coherently for your perusal once we get to talking and sort out or preferences! 🍃

Please shoot me a message that possibly also introduces yourself and I'll get back to you with haste! Will not be considering Likes/Reblogs since that low level of initiative and engagement is not what I'm looking for!🍃

Have a lovely day and thank you so much for reading through all this! 💖🍃

[kpoppwriter]

Dating JeongChan ~

❧ Anon asked: Hi, could you please write dating poly! Jeongchan (Jeonghan + Dino)? Thanks!

❧ A/N: I’m surprised I haven’t done this one yet since I already wrote a JeongChan scenario 

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

♡ this gif has no relevance to this post tbh

♡ well it does a little 

♡ we all know Han is quite the tease and very playful

♡ he loves pranking and playing around with you and Chan 

♡ all in good fun of course

♡ he’d never intentionally insult you or hurt your feelings

♡ Chan is also playful and loves to hop onto Han’s antics 

♡ again, all in good fun 

♡ both boys are extremely loving

♡ they’re so sweet and affectionate

♡ Chan is a bit shy when it comes to PDA 

♡ especially early on in the relationship 

♡ he knows how much the other members will tease him 

♡ but he soon ignores their teasing and just shows his affection for you

♡ Han is totally ok with most PDA

♡ he’s not gonna make out with you in public

♡ but he’s not opposed to a peck and hugs 

♡ both boys liked to be babied 

♡ Chan won’t admit it but he does

♡ but Han likes to baby both you and Chan too

♡ you two are his babies~

♡ I feel like dating them would be fun 

♡ like there’d be some really fun dates

♡ also it’s a super supportive relationship

♡ both boys are always willing to listen to you when you’re upset

♡ Han will give you advice if you want it 

♡ and Chan will shower you in affection to make you smile 

♡ when they go on tour

♡ Chan will take little videos of the boys antics 

♡ and Han will take videos and pictures of Chan being cute

♡ video calls with both of them as frequently as possible

♡ usually after concerts 

♡ both of them will also text you randomly throughout the day

♡ cute little messages that remind you that they love you

♡ woop if you haven’t read my JeongChan fic already you should~

♡ so yeah

♡ Han is a switch dom leaning 

♡ and Chan is a switch 

♡ I feel like Chan could be quite a brat 

♡ he just likes to push Hannie’s buttons sometimes 

♡ but he can’t stand being teased in return 

♡ Chan loves praise, bondage, manhandling, and marking

♡ and those are all both giving and receiving 

♡ Han is quite a kinky fellow 

♡ he’s down for anything and is always willing to experiment

♡ as a dom, Han loves to tease and and get you/Chan worked up

♡ lowkey into dacryphilia 

♡ there’s just something about seeing you/Chan getting teary 

♡ it gets him worked up 

♡ as a dom, Chan is quite sadistic

♡ not insanely rough but he can get quite rough 

♡ as a sub, Han is a brat

♡ we been knew

♡ he rather enjoys getting punished and put into his place

♡ he finds it hard to sub to Chan but will do it once in a blue moon 

[zouchu]

Chan: You promised not to tell!

Jeonghan: Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia. Welcome to the real world.

[strapcats]

Thicker Than Water (Part 11)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 3,846

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

Read on Wattpad // Read on Archive

Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

!!!DISCLAIMER AND WARNING!!!

I am very against underage smut, especially with skz becuase they're my ults and I hate the idea of sexualizing minors. With this in mind, this chapter includes some stuff that I'll classify as "heated". I'll put a warning before where it is, so you can skip it if you want.

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“I know I sound like an idiot but that’s beside the point.” Felix spoke angrily, running his hands through his soft white hair again in anxious feeling. “I think I really like him, Changbin. Honestly. And all he ever does is run in circles with BC. I fed him when he first came here! I made sure he didn’t freeze on the solid ground since that asshat didn’t give him a blanket!” Felix was near shouting now, he was so frustrated.

“Felix, I get it, and it’s not stupid. Honestly you just have to get over him. I can’t give you much more advice than that, because that appears to be the only way you’re going to get out in one piece.” Changbin spoke calmly, his voice unwavering and full of compassion. The slightly older male was trying to comfort his friend, though he was just a little out of reach. Felix sniffled in defeat.

“Thank you hyung… I’ll do my best.” The white haired male spoke calmly again and thanked his undercut friend. Changbin had recently had it redone, and it looked so sharp. To Felix, the style really suited him, it made him look handsome. The pair of boys had been brought into Clan 09 around the same time, so they became fast friends. Felix sought out gang life, and Chan was his easy in. The freckled boy needed to support his family, and taking people out was an easy way to make big bank. 75% of each of his paychecks got automatically wired to his family’s bank account, they thought he was a freelance artist that happened to be hitting the right deals. Changbin was yanked into the crime syndicate web after he got into ring fights. He ended up losing against Chan and the penalty was three months of work. Of course he accepted, he was a good sport. After the three months however, he had grown to love the lifestyle, and he had found that Chan was a fantastic person to have on your side. So he stayed.

A few rooms away, Minho, Jisung, and Seungmin were chatting over a high-stakes game of M&M poker. Minho was winning. The eldest of the three had joined the gang life at 17 out of sheer rebellion. Clan 09 hardly existed at the time, and Minho was one of the founding members. Jisung joined up purely for the thrill, because nothing in the world felt better to him than sprinting through the dim-lit Seoul streets from a squad of police cars with an AK-47 strapped to your back. Seungmin was scouted by BC, he was the brightest teen hacker in Korea. He had taken up computer science and technology studies in high school, thinking that the government would notice his potential and he could make his family proud. They never saw him, not even when he hacked their security systems for the hell of it. So he started looking elsewhere, in deeper, darker places. The boy-wonder had caught the eye of a number of less-than-legal businesses, but Chan was able to coax him in with good money and a fantastic cover story. Seungmin’s family thought he was a government iT agent now.

Kim Woojin was rebandaging a cut on Hyunjin’s arm in the younger’s office, while he counted money. The black-haired boy ran into the dangerous gang lifestyle headfirst, as his sister got caught up in a hostage situation, or so he thought. The boy was fooled by a rival gang to work for them, but Chan snatched him up before he started working for someone else. The young boy meant to leave, he really did, but once his first paycheck rolled in, he never wanted to leave. Designer brand after designer brand, he got more and more comfortable in his role as treasurer. Woojin on the other hand, was born into his syndicate role. His father was one of the first mafia bosses in Seoul, so when Woojin was born, it became his birthright. After witnessing his father’s murder by his right-hand man, however, he decided to stray from his original path and let his father’s old mafia die out. Kim Woojin was infamous in the syndicate web, everyone wanted a piece of him and his bloodline, regardless of his loyalties. Chan though, had other plans, and made Clan 09 with his best friend as soon as he knew that he was free from his father’s clutches. They were the seed that sprouted into the intricate web of illegal activity that Seoul seemed to thrive on.

Jeongin sat on his bed in his room, surfing the internet and browsing social media. All the higher-ups of the gang had been doing nothing but planning since their shootout with Purity Ring, and Jeongin was not in that circle. He was unaware of any plans or ideas in the making, but “mid-late April” was drawing ever nearer by the day. He trusted his teammates, so he just laid low, they would figure something out.

“Knock knock.” A voice at the door pulled Jeongin out of his thoughts, so he looked up to find a very cute looking Felix standing in his doorway. The younger boy waved him in and scooted over on the bed a little to make room for his friend. The white-haired male took his silent offer and sat next to him on the plush bed, leaning back against the headboard and picking up a pillow to put in his lap and hug. Jeongin chuckled at the boy’s actions.

“You look really cute today, Felix. And your socks are very nice.” The curly-haired young boy spoke clearly with a slight giggle in his throat, pointing out Felix’s appearance. He wore a light pink beanie, white melange ribbed joggers, and a black, longsleeved thermal tee that clung to his lean body. He had on fuzzy socks that matched the color of his hat and had little ears and a face embroidered on each one to look like bunnies. Jeongin thought they looked cozy.

“Ah ~ Thank you Jeonginnie. You’re not too bad yourself.” Felix blushed as he spoke, unable to contain his smile. Jeongin reciprocated the loving grin and nodded in thanks. The younger boy didn’t feel like he was wearing anything special, just a pink and white floral silk sleep shirt, and a pair of white fleece shorts with fuzzy socks similar to Felix’s but without the embroidery.

“Did you have a reason to come compliment me and steal my pillows or did you just wanna hang out?” Jeongin asked playfully, nudging Felix with his elbow as he went back to scrolling. His friend’s face dropped quickly and he began to subconsciously fiddle with his fingers. His eyes dropped to the soft sheets on the younger boy’s bed. Jeongin became concerned. “Hyung? What’s up?” His voice was laced with worry for his best friend, he thought something was drastically wrong. Felix sighed.

“Don’t worry Jeongin it’s nothing bad, I’m just… I’m just scared.” Felix’s voice was soft, and Jeongin leaned in to hear it, only making the elder’s nerves worse. He took a deep breath. “I know it won’t work out for a multitude of reasons but it’s been eating away at me and I really want to tell you that I kind of like you. And I mean, like-like you. I guess I’m confessing right now.” Jeongin’s eyes widened, but before he could think of a response, Felix kept talking in his quiet, tense voice.

“I just, actually feel alive when I’m near you. Ever since I joined 09 I’ve just been living day to day waiting on my paychecks and only having a little bit of fun with Jisung or Changbin here and there. Chan is a great older brother figure but ever since you came along it’s almost like you’ve brought this warmth and kindness with you that makes me not dread waking up every morning. Being around you when you’re happy is intoxicating and contagious, and it’s the best feeling in the world. God, and not to mention the fact that you’re physically a prince. Your eyes are so changeable and deep and your dimples add so much to your already beautiful smile. You have perfect proportions and I know this is probably too far but your lips look painfully kissable.” Felix rambled on and on, eventually getting louder and more confident in his words, like he was getting lost in the idea of Jeongin even when the boy was sitting right in front of him.

“And when you talk about BC and the way he treats you, it makes my blood boil. He has no idea the damage he’s causing or what a precious gift he’s rejecting. You want to please him and be his friend and make him proud so badly and he just spits in your face and calls you names. You deserve better, Jeongin! He doesn’t respect you like you should, he doesn’t understand how lucky he is that he’s receiving your affections, even after all the bullshit he’s done.” Felix was nearly yelling now, and his eyes were glassy with intense emotion. He felt so strongly and he had never said all of his feelings out loud before, so everything just came tumbling out without a filter. He barely noticed that Jeongin was withered backwards away from Felix. He looked like a wilting flower, so beautiful but so distressed that it was eating away at his form. The older boy finally came out of his trance-like state and noticed the now shaking boy across from him. His eyes were cast downward and he was trying to make himself as small as possible. He winced at himself and then reached out a hand to try and comfort his younger friend, only to be met by Jeongin flinching away violently. That one stung.

“J-Jeongin…? I’m sorr-” Felix tried to start, but the younger cut him off.

“D-don’t you dare tell me what I do and don’t deserve. My feelings are my own and you have no right to dictate them. A-and you come here, confessing your emotions, and what do you think is going to come out of it? A relationship? I’m barely 17, and you don’t know the first thing about why I’m even here.” Jeongin spoke his words quietly, almost afraid of them. They cut through Felix like a knife, but he knew the younger was right. “I’m flattered, and I like you as a friend, as my best friend, but you have no power over who receives my affection and who doesn’t.” The black haired boy finished up his thoughts as he stood up and walked to the door. He stared at the floor and Felix saw crystalline drops falling from the young boys face. He pointed out the door.

“Go.”

And Felix did, without a word of protest, without any movement but getting up and walking out of the cozy room. Jeongin closed the door behind him and fell face first onto his bed again. He thought he would start bawling, but no more tears came than the ones already softly streaming down his supple skin. He felt hopeless and like his body was made of lead. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to because of the weight of his emotions crushing his back and shoulders. His best friend had a crush on him, and now their relationship was ruined. Jeongin was alone again.

The young boy only had one idea in his head, and he knew it was a stupid one. He decided against his better judgement and stood up from his comfy bed and walked to the mirror. He checked his appearance momentarily to make sure he didn’t look like he’d just been crying, before walking out of his room and down the dimly lit hall to the last door at the very end. Before he could even knock on it though, Woojin opened the door to BC’s room from inside, surprising both of them. The older male only had on silk pajama pants and basic socks, no shirt. Jeongin had seen almost every member without their shirts, save Woojin and Chan. Well, now just Chan.

The older male didn’t say a word as he stepped out of the room that definitely was not his, and walked around Jeongin, breaking eye contact only when he finally had to. The honey colored boy didn’t close the door, so he took that as an invitation in. Though he had been in it before, Chan’s room never ceased to surprise him.

It was bigger than all the other rooms, and rightfully so. He had a king-sized bed that was a bit raised off the ground on a solid black platform. He had a dresser across from his bed and an indented closet in the wall. On the dresser a couple glass bubbles sat with little air plants in them. There was a black and white geometric rug on the floor and a few miscellaneous things like clothes and gun harnesses strewn about. It had a pyramidal skylight that had clearly been redone, as it had clean, slightly fogged glass panes instead of the dingy, rusting ones that were present in the rest of the warehouse. There were small succulents hanging on little gold chains from the corners of the light, as that was the only place they could get direct sunlight. Jeongin smiled a little bit at the thought of his leader having plants. BC had simple black sheets with nearly invisible wide navy blue stripes on it. He had a few pillows, and no plushies. The older man’s voice took him out of his thoughts.

“What do you need, Fox?” BC spoke clearly, his eyes cutting right through Jeongin’s weak facade. There was no emotion in his voice, no resentment or concern or irritation; it was just flat. Jeongin gulped.

“Yeah… I just kinda wanted to talk to you sir… I don’t feel so good.” Jeongin fiddled with his pants a little bit and cast his eyes to the floor. Now it was the leader’s turn to gulp. Sir.

“Jeongin, you’ve never called me sir, what’s going on?” Chan closed his laptop that he was fake-working on and turned his full attention to the young boy in his doorway. His voice was still emotionless, it reminded Jeongin of when he first met the older.

“Oh, yeah… sorry. It’s just that Felix, well, he confessed to me.” Jeongin spoke ever quieter, only casting his eyes upward when he apologized. Distress and shame were evident in his tone and caused Chan a small bit of unidentifiable worry. He heard Chan sigh in apparent irritation and hit the top of his laptop in frustration. Jeongin looked up at the noise to be met with Chan’s stony glare. Jeongin felt his heartrate pick up speed for a couple of reasons.

“Jeongin, come here.” The leader spoke, disregarding his rare sign of emotion that he displayed just a moment ago and patted the bed close to his thigh as a motion for where Jeongin should sit. The young boy followed his directions obediently, only breaking eye contact to make sure he didn’t step on anything important on the floor. He sat lightly and scooted over to where Chan has pointed out, the pair’s thighs barely touching as he settled.

“I have to ask the obvious, do you like him back? Did you accept his feelings?” The leader spoke, showing a little bit of boredom by the questions he of course had to ask. Unsurprisingly, Jeongin shook his head disdainfully. Chan nodded back, not needing any more explanation.

“In that case, why did you come to me? Shouldn’t you have resolved it with Felix?” The black-haired boy said with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, making Jeongin crumble inside. The younger had no idea why he came to Chan, his mind just told him to. So he shrugged noncommittally. Chan rolled his eyes and scooted just a tiny bit closer to his youngest member. “Jeongin. Tell me why you’re here. I can’t do anything for you otherwise.” Chan spoke with a hint of condescension lacing his words and so Jeongin took a breath.

“Because I felt like I needed to tell you. You were the only person I wanted to tell, hyung. I don’t know why but I did and now I’m here looking weak and vulnerable again and making your life harder with problems that aren’t yours.” Jeongin’s speech picked up speed quickly, the stress and confusion eating away at him at a rapid pace. He just needed reassurance and comfort, neither of which Chan seemed like he would be doling out anytime soon. The pair sat in silence for quite a while before Jeongin felt awkward, causing him to look down at the striped duvet and pick at a loose thread. He felt the need to get up and leave, but right before he started to move he felt Chan’s hand on his own. He looked up slowly, a slightly stunned expression on his face. His eyes met his leader’s and he gulped, heat rising in the back of his throat. The older male turned his hands over in his palms and just comforted the younger through physical touch. After a couple of silent minutes Chan took a breath.

“I know that everything is confusing right now. And I also know that I have been anything but a good leader to you. I'm sorry, Jeongin.” The older male spoke calmly and cooly, and for once showed emotion in his voice towards the younger boy. Jeongin looked down again and nodded. Chan shook his head and reached out to touch the black haired boy's face. He used two fingers to lift the boy's head to look at him again, startling him and unknowingly cause a vicious blush to grow on his face. Jeongin gulped and looked at Chan’s lips momentarily without really meaning to. Some meaning flashed between them, and before he realized, Chan was leaning in ever so slightly, then Jeongin, and then their lips met.

!!!THIS IS THE WARNING!!!

It wasn't fireworks, it was more; it was like pyrotechnics at a stadium concert. Jeongin’s soft lips tasted like bubblegum and intoxicated the leader, only sending him reeling. Chan's hand cradled Jeongin’s face, pulling him closer to him, the younger’s body pressing against his own. Their lips were locked in a long-awaited embrace, and even when he realized he needed air, Chan refused to let go. They felt like they fit together, long they’d been searching for something and the moment their lips touched they found it. Jeongin was the first to pull away, much to BC’s distress. The younger was now basically on Chan’s lap, his wrists draped over his hyung’s shoulders and neck in a very feminine way. Chan’s hands had moved from his members face to his hips, subconsciously squeezing them to draw him closer. The smaller boy let his forehead rest on Chan’s for a moment, catching his breath and biting his lip a little bit in awkward anticipation. BC was just soaking up the view.

“Hyung, how long have you wanted to do that?” Jeongin asked abashedly, averting his gaze from Chan once again. Chan chuckled and squeezed the boy’s hips again, making him squirm a little in unexpected pleasure.

“I didn’t really know how badly I wanted it, wanted you, until you were leaning in, fox.” The leader’s words sent chills down Jeongin’s spine and the speaker blushed slightly at himself. The pair sat in relative silence for a few minutes, letting their actions settle into the air. Chan was happy, but thoroughly scared as to what this meant for the future of the Clan. He was about to open his mouth to speak when Jeongin started to move, Chan thought to leave. Instead, the younger boy simply fixed their position so he was straddling his leader’s lap. Chan felt heat rise to his cheeks for the first time in front of someone else and when he met Jeongin’s eyes with his own there was a devilish fire within them that made the leader gulp.

“J-Jeongin… What are you-” Chan tried to speak but was cut off abruptly by Jeongin’s lips on the corner of his own, clearly trying to tease him. The black haired boy quickly realized what the boy on his lap was trying to do so he just sat still, not reacting to the tempting things the younger decided to do with his lips. He kissed the corner of his lips, then trailed his kisses to the older male’s neck and ear, giving Chan goosebumps from the younger’s bated breath.

“Come on hyung… why don’t you play along?” Jeongin’s mischievous side was back out in full force and it lit a fire inside Chan just like how it had when they first met. He groaned in a displeased manner before moving the younger away from his tattooed neck and placed his attention back on his lips. Jeongin smiled in an accomplished manner into Chan’s mouth, running his hands through the elder’s hair and settling his hands on his cheeks. Chan’s rested on his partner’s hips again, and when their lips began to melt into each other, the elder pulled Jeongin roughly closer to him by his hips, earning a surprised noise from the younger boy, delighting Chan. The older boy licked Jeongin’s bottom lip, and the smaller eagerly accepted his invitation. They continued, Jeongin’s breath progressively getting hotter and came out in shorter pants, Chan becoming greedier by the second. Eventually Jeongin found the willpower to push his partner away, because he knew at this point Chan never would. The boy in question looked up at Jeongin with a confused glance before trying to go back in for his swollen pink lips, but the smaller boy just pulled farther away.

“B-BC, we have to stop… I’m still a minor and we have an attack on the horizon…” Jeongin stuttered out his words between sharp intakes of breath. He tried to keep his eyes away from Chan’s face, he knew that just one look from the leader’s lust-filled eyes would send any impulse control to the wind and he couldn’t go that far, he was still too young. He felt Chan loosen his death grip on Jeongin’s thighs, where his hands seemed to have travelled during their heated moment. The boy scooted away a bit, making sure to put safe distance between them now. Chan nodded at the actions, understanding and agreeing that it was probably the best course of action. The pair sat in silence before Chan flopped down backwards on his plush bed, surprising Jeongin a little bit. The smaller boy looked at him skeptically before BC rose a hand and beckoned him to come, Jeongin obediently obliged and crawled over to his leaders side, lying next to him happily. A strong arm snaked around his waist and the pair eventually drifted off to sleep, a million unspoken words dangling in the air between them.

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Adopted Sibling!Jeongchan

Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this! So this originally was a jihoon scenario but it turned out sweet, in a sibling way. So i think it trend out better without the romance! Requests are open~

•you are a dragon hybrid •you have the body of a human except you have horns, a tail and wings! •you’re an ice dragon, so your wings are made up of blue hues with little clear spots •like other hybrids, you were accidentally made and society had decided that they couldn’t just kill you so hybrids had become a part of society •cat and dog hybrids were the most common, followed by birds or mice hybrids •dragons were not common, or other reptiles really, they just weren’t considered cute •hybrids had their own kind of orphanage and people could come and adopt them, mostly as companions but some people were mean •they were rumors of underground hybrid fight, where hybrids would get taken off the street and made to fight each other •it was a cruel world, but wasn’t it always one • •hybrids aged the same was as humans, but they grew into their bodies a little quicker •while a thirteen year old human would be beginning puberty, a thirteen year old dog hybrid would be done •so by ten years old, most hybrids were entering puberty •except for you, you always had to go the extra mile, didn’t you? •you hit puberty by the time you were nine, finishing when you turned twelve •you had a baby face, but you’re body was fully grown, your wings were attached to your body •with your tail coming out, you acted like a dog quite a bit though •when you were happy, your tail would swag from side to side •your teeth were quite pointy as well, but funnily enough you didn’t enjoy eating meat •preferring to eat vegetables or sweets •at the age of sixteen, you still lived in the same orphanage you were born in •hybrids came and went, human families did the same •you’d like to say you were used to it, but it still hurt when you heard people say that you were to old to be adopted •it hurt to hear that you were inadequate, that you were to rare, too hard to take care of •most of your days were spent up in your room, which you shared with one other hybrid, a polar bear hybrid named Hana •she and you were paired up for two reasons, that you both liked and needed the cold, and that neither of you were most likely going to be adopted •she was optimistic though, choosing to help the children look neat when people came •you were opposites yet she was a part of you •"y/n! People are coming!“ •Hana yelled, her messy white hair all over the place as she ran into the room •"they come all the time Hana.” •but you got up, knowing that she would force you to come downstairs •"I hope they take jimin, or taemin! Not that I don’t live them, but they’re aging, and I don’t want them to end up like me.“ •giving her a sympathetic smile, you held her hand as the two of you walked down the stairs •Downstairs had all of the hybrids, looking nice and clean unlike their normal selves •in chairs, their were three sets of adults, only one couple with a kid standing next to them •"children, these are the Jeons, Kim’s, and Yoon’s. They are looking for hybrids, one by one they’ll list personality traits, if you don’t fit in them, take a step back.” •the head mistress said, she would say the same speech someone came •"we want a little girl, energetic, bubbly and smart" •children took steps back, their face getting grim as they knew this might be their chance to get adopted •the only girl left was a small girl named somi, a hyperactive puppy hybrid •the Jeons left, similar happily following them, so they could fill out the paperwork •"we want a boy, someone who dances well, and gets along well with other kids.“ •jimin and taemin were the only ones still standing next to each other, their hands intertwined •"someone who likes dogs, and can be witty, smart.” •they both remained there, giggling at how they both fell within these categories •a chipmunk hybrid and a fox hybrid were friends, who would have expected that? •the Kims whispered to the head mistress who nodded, and sent the kims to the office •"jimin, taemin. Get your stuff.“ •they grinned at each other before running upstairs to where they resided •only the Yoons were left, with a boy who looked the same age as you •"we want someone who is smart, in their teens, independent.” •kids took a step back, leaving what the older kids called the reject club •"someone who would like siblings, and likes to read.“ •hearing a few people take a step back, you looked around to see who was in the line •only to see that you were the only one left, the one who filled the criteria •meaning that you were going to get adopted? •"very well, y/n go and pack up.” •the head mistress said, takin the Yoon family into the office herself •"Y/N! You’re leaving the reject club!“ •Hana yelled, grabbing your hands and twirling around •"yeah…I guess I am.” •it was a strange feeling that overcame you, leaving the only place you knew, just to leave with strangers that you could hopefully call family •you didn’t have that many belongings, only a few books, clothes and a stuffed goat/bat hybrid plushie you won at a fair •walking back downstairs, you hugged the teens who had practically grown up with you •they congratulated you on getting adopted, saying how lucky you were to leave this hell hole •"y/n!“ •the head mistress called your name from inside the office •squeezing Hana one more time, you let go of her and walked inside the office •the boy was now sitting on a chair, his black hair being very messy •his eyes were a dark brown but he had this huge grin on his face •"y/n, this is your new family. The Yoon-Lee family.” •waving your hand as a hello, you smiled softly •when you got outside with your new family, the boy introduced himself •"hi I’m chan! I’m your brother, the younger one! Well we’re both sixteen but you’re older. We have an older brother too! His name is jeonghan, he’s a bit of a prankster.“ •Chan said as you got in the car, his parents were smiling at the interaction between you two •you tried to keep up with the one sided conversation, listening to him talk about neighbors, friends, his biological dad who picked him up on weekends •you nodded and added small sound that made it sound like you knew what he was talking about •"chan! Slow down, we don’t want to overwhelm them, do we?” •the woman, his mom said, laughing slightly •chan’s face turned pink, as he stuck his tongue out •the car ride was mostly silent, except for chan pointing out landmarks •like a school, fast food places, a skate park, a hybrid store •when you pulled up to a house, chan unbuckled quickly, and opened up the car door, running across the street, to knock on the door •you got out of the car, stretching your wings •your tail stiff, since human cars weren’t exactly made for you •stretching out your limbs, you yawned, moving was hard work •taking your backpack and slinging it on your shoulder, avoiding your wings, you followed the Yoon-Lee’s inside •the outside of the house was cute, it was white with brown doors and an actual white picket fence •but the interior was beautiful, there was a mantel in the living room, where a photograph hung of chan and his parent and the older brother jeonghan •the woman, led you upstairs to your new room •it was plain, but better than you’ve ever had before •"we didn’t want to paint it, we wanted you to. Give it a y/n spin on it.“ •she said leaning against the doorway as she watched you look around the room •it had a closet in it, and two windows! •"Thank you Mrs. Yoon-Lee.” •you spoke softly, but the excitement came through the tone of your voice •"it’s no problem at all y/n, if you’re ever ready you can call me mom. Or just Mrs. Lee, I didn’t take my husbands name.“ •the first sentence shocked you, who would want a strange teen to call them mom? •"thank you Mrs. Lee, it means a lot.” •she smiled once more and walked away, to leave you alone for a while •laying down on the bed, you noticed the difference from your old one to this one •this one was soft, while the old one was like sleeping on bricks •curling into a ball, you let you wings open up around you, curling your tail around your body •and then you drifted off to sleep • •there was knocking on the door, slowly sitting up, you padded over to the sound that awoke you •"y/n! Mom says that you should get up since jeonghan’s almost here and dinners almost ready!“ •Chan said, his face covered in sweat •"why…are you soaked?” •taking a pause mid sentence to yawn and rub the sleep out of your eyes, you questioned the younger boy •"seungkwan and Vernon were playing with the hose, and I thought that it’d be fun to join them.“ •he was laughing as he spoke, making you want to laugh along even though you had no clue who those people were •"okay. I’ll be down soon.” •closing the door gently, you went to the bed where you had placed you backpack •opening it up, you found a shirt and a pair of shorts •removing your original clothes, you put on the new comfortable ones •walking out of your room, you walked down the stairs, making a left turn you ended up in the living room •walking back to the hallway, you made a right turn this time, where a bathroom, closet, and the entrance to the kitchen was •"good evening sleepy head.“ •Mr. Yoon said in a sing songey voice •waving a hello, you walked over to where mrs. lee was washing vegetables •asking her if she needed any help, she cooed over you before telling you to sit down •just as you did the doorbell rang •"I’ll get it!” •Chan yelled, running down the stairs then opening the door •his parents shook their head, making you giggle •"mom, jeonghan’s here~ and he bought company.“ •chan said wiggling his eyebrows as he walked through the door •in came four boys, one of who you could guess who it was •"jeonghan, this is y/n. Y/n, jeonghan.” •she introduced you to the black haired male, and suddenly you were self conscious of yourself •looking at the table, you waited for dinner to start, not wanting to look at any of the males who came in •"Mom this is jihoon, he’s helping me in music.“ •jeonghan’s motioned to the green haired male, who had an awkward smile on his face •"hyung! How is college?” •chan asked jeonghan, efficiently saving the awkward silence •jeonghan began to complain about teachers, as he did you zoned out •thinking about how tired you were, and how you were irritated for no reason •"how about you y/n?“ •mrs. lee asked, and everyone’s eyes were on you •blushing, you asked her to repeat what they were talking about •"we asked about what you wanted to be! I want to be a dancer!” •chan replied, happily stuffing pasta into his mouth •"I…hadn’t thought about it.“ •that was a lie, you had thought about it •you weren’t sure you were going to even escape the orphanage, or what would happen to you after •you’d get an apartment but then what, work at a gas station or a bar? •there were so many possibilities, and not all of them were good •actually most of them weren’t •"can I be excused?” •you asked, not wanting to cause a scene but needing to be away from people for a while •mr. yoon nodded and you stood up from your chair, taking mrs. lee for the meal •you walked to back to your room, where you kept the lights off and went in a corner •the room felt so big, so different, it was a change •you could feel you breath becoming sharp, your eyes teary •taking gasps of breath, you tried to calm yourself down •digging your nails into your thigh where hundreds of other little crescents laid •what felt like hours passed, but was probably only minutes •you breathing had evened out, leaving you with hiccups •"y/n, mom said to come tell you that dessert is out if you want some.“ •jeonghan said, flicking on the lights to your bedroom •when he saw that you weren’t in your bed, he looked around •seeing you in the corner, he came closer after shutting the door •"oh y/n.” •jeonghan said softly, brushing hair out of your face as he crouched down next to you •flinching away from his fingers, you kept your eyes on his hand, unsure of his intentions •"I just want to help, is that alright y/n?“ •he asked, his voice gentle •barely nodding, you let him wipe the remains of your tears •he stood up, then offered you a hand •cautiously taking it, you followed him •he led you to the bed, where he told you to sit as he went to the bathroom •sitting on the soft bed, you watched him leave the room •being very still, you tried not to move, to keep your mind off the thoughts that would plague your mind •when the black haired male returned, he had two towels in his hands •"I’m going to clean your face, is that okay?” •jeonghan asked, his voice still quiet •nodding once more, you let him place the warm, wet towel on your face •he scrubbed your face with the towel, as gentle as he could •it was nice to have someone doing something for you, but also strange •since the orphanage was mostly every person for themselves •"jeonghan? Y/n?“ •chan wandered into the room, calling for the two of you •seeing both of you sitting on the bed, he plopped down next to the two of you •"already making them cry, jeonghan?” •Dino asked smugly, leaning on jeonghan who had started to dry your face with the dry one •watching the elder boy roll his eyes at the younger boy, with a fond smile on his face •snorting at the two of them, you let jeonghan hold your hand •chan’s head was resting on jeonghan’s shoulder, as he smiled at the two of you •"you’re family, y/n. You can tell us anything.“ •jeonghan said, his thumb running over the back of your hand, as the three of you sat on your bed •in your new house, with your family • •"honey get the camera! Aww, chan and hannie haven’t slept in the same bed since chan was nine.” • •"that little fucker, we had work to do.“ •"quiet down, short stack.” •"fuck off cheol.“

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I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply. 

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?” 

���Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh. 

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious. 

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought. 

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off. 

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned. 

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head. 

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried. 

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants. 

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding. 

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off. 

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

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Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right. 

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls. 

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already. 

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again. 

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.” 

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already. 

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered. 

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity. 

“No, please,” he whimpered. 

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate. 

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest. 

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips. 

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name. 

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead. 

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready. 

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat. 

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving. 

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response. 

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh. 

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement. 

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun. 

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Good Baby

Genre: smut (Jeonghan x fem!reader x Chan)

Words: 897

Warnings: major d/s dynamics, Dom!Jeonghan, Sub!Chan, fingering (f), orgasm denial, bondage, edging, slight m/m 

Synopsis: “We can’t do that. Jeonghan will get mad.”

A/N: this has been on my “want to write” list for a while and I’ve been in my Chan/Jeonghan feels. I’m doing the lord’s work @allyreactions​

You stood in the kitchen, one of the boys’ shirts hanging on your body. You hummed as you cut up some fruit to go with the breakfast you were cooking. You jumped when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Good morning,” Chan hummed

“Hi Channie~” you giggled, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” you could hear the pout in his voice, “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright.”

You continued to chop up fruit with Chan’s arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips kissed your jaw...then your neck...then your exposed collar. You knew he was trying to start something even though he wasn’t allowed to.

“Channie,” you whined, wiggling in his grasp, “We can’t do that. Jeonghan will get mad.”

“I don’t care what he says. I just want you~” he mumbled against your skin

Your protests fell on deaf ears as Chan continued to suckle at your skin leaving marks that Jeonghan would surely notice. Your complaints soon turned into moans, his hands slipping under your shirt. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, his lips sucking and kissing at the newly exposed skin.

“I thought I heard moaning.”

Your eyes sprung open as Jeonghan’s voice pulled you out of your pleasureful daze. Chan pulled his hands off of you quickly pretending that he hadn’t been feeling you up. 

“Jeonghan-”

“Ah, I don’t need to hear anything from you, Y/N,” Jeonghan smiled, “You did nothing wrong, babygirl.”

He opened his arms inviting you in for a hug. You were a bit hesitant but walked over to him. Jeonghan pulled you into his chest, his arms keeping you close to him. 

“Was Channie making you feel good?” he asked

You nodded in response, trying to get a glimpse of Chan.

“I’m sorry I had to stop the fun but you know the rules,” Jeonghan hummed, “No getting intimate without my permission. And Chan didn’t ask for permission.”

Jeonghan sent a very pointed glare to Chan, who was staring down at his feet like a puppy getting scolded. 

“I think a punishment is in order here.”

Chan squirmed against the restraints around his wrists and ankles. Jeonghan took a second to admire the look of Chan tied up to a chair already begging to be released. It was quite a beautiful sight, especially with him only in his boxers. Jeonghan moved onto the bed, sitting behind you. His hands slid up your thighs, stopping at the hem of your shirt. 

“Spread your legs, baby,” Jeonghan purred, “Lets put on a little show for Channie here to show him what he’s missing.”

You felt your face flush at the idea even though you had had sex with both of them many times. For whatever reason, you were still shy. Jeonghan helped you spread your legs, your pussy on full display for Chan. He let out a small whimper at the sight. 

“Aww, poor Channie~” Jeonghan cooed, “You wanted to play so badly, didn’t you?”

Chan bit down on his lip hard to keep his whines and whimpers from slipping out. He shifted on the chair, a large tent forming in his boxers. Jeonghan’s fingers started playing with your folds. You let out a quiet gasp as he rubbed your clit in small circles, almost ghosting over your clit. 

“Does that feel good, baby? You like how good I’m making you feel?” Jeonghan whispered in your ear

“Y-Yes, it feels so- ah, so good,” you moaned, “More, please.”

“You’re always so polite, angel,” Jeonghan hummed, “Channie should learn some manners from you.”

Jeonghan slipped a digit into your heat with ease. You gripped onto his arm, anchoring yourself. The sounds of pleasure dripping from your mouth was like music to Jeonghan’s ears. He glanced over at Chan, studying the boy’s flustered state. Chan’s cheeks were flushed a dark red, his lips swollen and red like his cheeks. There was an obvious stain on his boxers showing how turned on he was. Jeonghan added another finger into your heat, his fingers moving faster. His thumb brushed up against your clit eliciting a high pitched moan from you.

“Are you close baby?” you nodded furiously, not being able to form words, “Come on. Cum for me, angel.”

His words were all you needed to push you over the edge. You bucked your hips as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers. As the warm pleasure started to turn into oversensitivity, Jeonghan removed his fingers from you. He gently pecked your cheek before getting off the bed and making his way over to Chan. 

“Open,” Jeonghan commanded

Chan obediently parted his lips, letting Jeonghan shove his soaked fingers into the younger boy’s mouth. Chan licked and suckled on the digits, relishing the taste of your arousal. He moaned at the taste, his eyes pleading with Jeonghan for more. 

“I know you can be a good boy, can’t you Channie?” Jeonghan asked, pulling his fingers from Chan’s mouth

“I’ll be good, I promise!” Chan pouted 

Jeonghan let out a satisfied sigh as he stroked Chan’s hair lovingly.

“I know you will be,” Jeonghan smiled, “Now, I’m going to untie you and you’re gonna go over and clean up Y/N since I know how much you want another taste.”

Chan nodded, already trying to squirm out of his seat even though Jeonghan hadn’t even begun untying him.

“Such a good baby.” 

[zouchu]

Chan: Hyung, repeat after me, okay?

Jeonghan: Okay.

Chan: You are handsome.

Jeonghan: Thank you.

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Thicker Than Water (Part 9)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 4,322

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

The bus screeched quietly to halt as Chan parked the vehicle and turned off he rumbling engine. The drive was shorter than what Jeongin imagined, but longer than he would’ve liked. They were about a block away from a large urban complex, long since abandoned. It wasn’t very wide, like the Clan’s was, but it was taller, about three stories high. There were rusty fire escapes on the outside walls and a little bit of fencing around the perimeter, though it seemed that it was very torn up and didn’t serve much purpose. Closest to them was the alley where Jeongin was found, a couple of dumpsters and a large metal bolt door that Jeonign faintly recognized as where he first met Felix. Chan got up warily from his seat and began to give orders to the team.

“Alright. Felix, get to high ground around the side of their building, take Jisung with you and he can break off to scout closer up to the warehouse. Changbin and Minho, stay close with me, I’m going to get on the roof and see if I can gather any information. You two stay on the ground and stay sharp. Seungmin, stay in here with Hyunjin and work on intercepting any communications, see if you can pick up any radio waves, just the usual stuff. Woojin will also stay here, behind the bus setting up medical. Jeongin, come up to the roof with me and await orders.” He spoke quietly and all the boys started grabbing their gear and leaving as their roles were assigned. Jeongin was a bit unhappy with his given role, it seemed like he wouldn’t be doing much on this mission, just sitting out awkward silence with Chan.

The team moved to their positions. Felix and Jisung scurried out of the bus first, checking their surroundings quickly before crouching low and running across the open road to the other side. They seemed to share a couple of words before running across the street again, Felix ducking into the alleyway and Jisung continuing to run towards the main building. Felix’s large sniper rifle made it difficult to run, though he seemed to handle it with grace and ease as he found a way up a nearby building and began to hop between roofs and buildings, finding a spot that was far enough away from the base to not be seen, but still close enough to be impactful. The blonde boy finally settled down in a falling apart apartment building on the north side of the building, making sure that his spot aligned with Jisung, as they seemed to be running together, though they were far apart. They had clearly done this before and had perfected the skill. The building was run down, with broken windows and split walls, and Felix resided just inside a room on the 8th floor. Jeongin watched with squinted eyes as he set up his camp, eventually clearing off the ground a bit with his boot and sliding his rifle into position. He squatted down and then laid down behind it on his stomach. He lined up his scopes with the main entrance, but with a wide enough view so he could just barely see Jisung, making sure he wasn’t blind to any event regarding the other boy. His deep voice rang through the linked earpieces, confirming he was set up, followed quickly by Jisung confirming the same thing.

Woojin was the next out, grabbing a duffle bag from his seat and hopping out of the bus only to stop and begin setting up his station right behind it, safe and out of sight. Changbin and Minho grabbed their gear from the seats and got out of the bus, taking posts at each end of it, and Seungmin opened his laptop and moved over so Hyunjin could sit nearer to him. Seungmin slipped on a pair of heavy duty headphones and moved the microphone down to his mouth. Chan looked to Jeongin and nodded before grabbing his own gear and getting out of the bus. Jeongin followed suit, if not a little more cautiously than the others. He wasn’t sure what to do, then he heard a voice behind him just as he was about to exit the vehicle. He turned to see Seungmin sliding off his headphones so they hung around his neck.

“Hey, Jeonginnie, you’ll be alright! Bang Chan chose this mission because he knew it was low-risk. He’ll keep you safe, just remember your training, and don’t freeze up. I’ll be with you the whole time, and BC will cover you. He knows you’re the most vulnerable, but you’re also the most valuable right now. Don’t stress.” Seungmin spoke smoothly, his lovely smile pulling through and shining light on Jeongin’s worries. He tapped his headset as he talked about being with Jeongin all the way and the youngest member nodded lightly. He took a deep breath and smiled back at Seungmin before giving him a thumbs up and exiting the bus.

Chan was speaking hurriedly to Woojin, who was nodding at the leader’s words. Jeongin walked up and nodded at BC, who then walked to the entrance of the bus and closed the door tightly before hitting the side of the bus as some kind of signal to Seungmin and Hyunjin. Jeongin then heard a hiss and a loud click that he could only assume was a high security pressure lock, making sure that the contents of the bus were secure, even if their mission was compromised. Then the leader and the youngest member walked to the back of the bus and tossed their larger equipment up to the roof. Jeongin looked at BC expectantly, and the older rolled his eyes a little before getting on one knee and locking his hands on top of his elevated knee for Jeongin to use as a lift. The young black haired boy did so with ease, much to his surprise, and then moved farther from the edge, moving the supplies as well. Before he knew it, the bus rocked a little and he saw Chan jump to grab a handle on the top of the bus and then walk his feet up the back end of it. He pulled himself over the edge rather easily and joined Jeongin on the roof.

The older man set up the area, opening a small laptop with a live feed of a building somewhere. Jeongin guessed it was somewhere inside of the Purity Ring base, and he watched carefully as Chan flicked through multiple channels, changing the camera, Seungmin had hacked the security feeds. There seemed to be nothing of interest, just blank hallways and empty rooms. The leader kept clicking through the different cameras until he landed upon a kind of conference room. There were the 10 members sitting around a large, black table and before Jeongin could question it, Seungmin’s smooth voice came through the ear pieces.

“They’re talking about when to attack our base. Momo is taking ideas from the other members, they seem to be deciding on a date soon, maybe April? May? No no, definitely April. They’re saying mid-to-late april. Also something about the Bangtan Syndicate, but i can’t quite make it out, wait, they’re quieter now…” Seungmin spoke hurriedly, keeping up with the conversation but then slowed. The feed Jeongin and Chan were watching showed Heize leaning over to whisper in Hyunah’s ear, and then the message travelled non-verbally to Momo to looked dead into the camera. Jeongin’s heart leapt into his throat in fear. He saw the Ring’s leader pick up a gun from the table and cock it, never once breaking eye contact with the camera. Jisungs voice sounded over the voice channel.

“Hey guys, we’ve got company. The building just went into lockdown.” Jisung spoke frantically, with short breaths as if he was running. “Felix! Am I covered?!” He yelled in a panicked voice. Felix confirmed that he was safe and soon the young man’s lean frame came into view, running at full speed. The alarm for the compound could now be heard, and a clear stir went through the Clan. Chan cleared his throat. Before speaking into the earpiece.

“Remain calm, we know of to handle a firefight. Felix will keep us covered as best he can without drawing attention to himself and we will do our best to get out with less bloodshed than them. Our main goal is not to wage war, we just need to get out unscathed. They’ll follow us if we go now, so give them hell until they back down a bit. Their defenses probably aren’t the strongest yet, since they’re gearing up for April. Keep cool, and stay; don’t stray.” The leader spoke calmly into the member’s ears, easing some of their apprehension. Jeongin was still bubbling with anxiety, as he was barely trained in basic combat, let alone going against the second strongest syndicate in the city. Apparently, his fears were obvious. Chan clicked his earpiece to mute and pulled out various pieces of a minigun as he spoke.

“Relax Fox, we’ll keep that pretty face of yours in tact. The don’t know you exist yet, so we have to use that to our advantage. Stay low and out of sight unless we really really need you, okay? You have a ton of potential power over them, once you become as good as the rest of us. Don’t get hurt.” BC spoke softly as he hurriedly assembled his weapon, glancing towards the building every now and then in apprehension. Jeongin nodded at his words and felt a bit relieved he didn’t have to go headfirst into a firefight. Though something about Chan’s tone struck him as odd. There was something different about it, almost like there was… remorse? Care? Maybe even concern and protectiveness. Jeongin was a little bit floored by the expression on his superior’s face because he had never seen it hold so much genuine emotion. He gulped and nodded slowly before moving to the back of the bus and placing his weapons on the edge. He glanced back at Chan before hopping off, landing with a barrel roll to break his fall. Chan then tossed his weapons down to him quickly before nodding again and disappearing from view. Jeongin decided to go to Woojin’s station, as it was invisible from any line of sight from Purity Ring’s base.

Woojin was hurriedly moving things around and making sure everything was ready to pack up in a hurry before looking to the young member. They shared a knowing look and Jeongin squatted down next to one of the medical crates. He checked his guns’ magazines quickly to make sure he had full rounds, and then looked up to find Woojin sliding on a bulletproof vest and checking his magazines as well.

“I’m going into the fight, but I’ll be back if anyone needs me. Stay put, newbie.” He spoke hurriedly before reaching into a crate and grabbing a few grenades and hooking them on his vest. He cast one more glance to Jeongin before speed walking to the front of the bus where Changbin, Jisung, and Minho now stood. Jeongin heard a loud thump and knew that Chan had just gotten off the top of the bus. From where he was, Jeongin could see Seungmin and Hyunjin frantically locking down the surveillance equipment and packing it up, before the hacker unlocked the bus doors and Hyunjin exited, before closing them again; Jeongin decided he would be safer in there. He crouched and walked over to the doors knocking in a cryptic pattern before they opened just enough for him to get in, before they were perma-sealed once again. The black haired boy made sure that he stayed low enough to not be seen through the dark tinted windows, as to not blow his cover. Seungmin recommended that he be his bodyguard, since Seungmin wasn’t trained very far in combat. Jeongin agreed. That’s when muted voices came through the earpieces, and both boys knew that someone had cranked up their mic sensitivity so that the three youngest members would be able to hear what happened.

Before all the others stood eight of the ten Purity Ring members, sporting combat gear and weapons loaded as heavily as the Clan’s. All of them had gang tattoos, messy-looking open circles on their upper biceps. They stood in line, making sure too appear ever-intimidating.

“Look at you, naughty boy. Snooping through our security cameras, how rude!” A high pitched voice spoke. It came from Momo, and as she spoke, she stepped closer to Chan, looking him up and down and then running a finger from the middle of his chest up his neck and then flicking off of his chin. She had an evil smirk on her face, and Chan growled unhappily. “Just as feisty I see, should I make you learn how to behave again? I’d do so happily…” She purred gruesomely, making Jeongin almost gag at what she was insinuating. At this, Felix turned on his laser sight, so a small red dot appeared on Momo’s forehead. Now it was Chan’s turn to smirk at Felix’s protectiveness, and Momo tried to look at it, going cross eyed in the process. Chan crossed his arms and put his weight on one of his feet, which angered Momo as her gaze returned to him.

“I don’t know about you princess, but we aren’t itching for a fight. If you’d let us go peacefully, I won’t have to slaughter your men like last time.” He spoke with cutting ferocity, and Momo visibly winced at the mention of her previous members, the wave of uneasiness rippling through the rival gang like a tsunami. Chan noticed. “Oops. Sore topic?” The black haired man said cockily, and that sent the other group over the edge. Momo lunged at BC and the man moved out of the way swiftly, and the other gangs took this as a signal to attack.

Gunshots sounded through the streets, and members of both gangs were dodging bullets and shooting them just as quickly. A female cry was heard, it was Yoojung. She collapsed onto the rough asphalt, the new wound on her leg bleeding profusely. She yelled for Jinwoo and miraculously, the previously hidden man appeared and ran into the fight to get the youngest member out of the fight. Chan pointed him out and an array of attacks began to be moved from other members to him, but he was fast enough that all he was hit with was a couple of bullets on the back of his bulletproof vest. Chan looked behind him toward to bus to check on it’s state just as a clip from a minigun hit one of the windows, shattering it and leaving a hole that disintegrated any idea of security for the boys inside. The leader yelled out to protect the vehicle, and to try to get away. The fight backed up until they were nearly surrounding the bus, and Seungmin warned over the intercom that a police squad was on its way.

“Felix, converge on our location! And Seungmin, open the doors! Hyunjin, you get in first, then Jisung, then Woojin will grab his stuff and get in. The rest of us need to cover them until they’re secure, then get in ourselves. Don’t get hit!” The leader spoke loudly over the communication system, and the members replied with confirmation immediately, and far off, Felix started packing up his gear as quickly as he could. Woojin moved for the frontline to the back of the bus where he quickly locked everything up into bags and crates while Changbin and Minho covered his position, keeping Purity Ring at bay. Hyunjin followed orders and got to the bus, and Seungmin opened the doors briefly before closing them again. Jisung followed suit, and then as Woojin was moving his materials, He was hit in the chest. He stuttered backwards, dropping his bag, but quickly wincing as he picked it up again and got into the bus. Once inside, he collapsed onto a seat and breathed heavily, trying to control the sharp pain on his torso.

The shootout continued as Felix was seen running from his hidden location at the abandoned apartment building. Hyunah saw him and ran toward him, blocking his entry to the vehicle. He slung his partially disassembled rifle onto his back and pulled out a couple of daggers. Him and Hyunah duked it out, him eventually pinning her to the ground with one dagger to her neck and the other held pristinely in his hand, just grazing her cheekbone, giving it a small cut. He took any visible guns off of her and tossed them far away, and then got off of her hips and blew a kiss before jogging to the vehicle. He entered it easily and with that, Minho and Changbin came in as well, leaving only Chan still outside. Jeongin became worried.

“BC, get your ass in here, we’re ready to go, we have everyone!” Seungmin yelled out the broken window to the tired man who was waging war on the rival gang to the best of his ability. He was doing phenomenally well, his lithe body moving swiftly and strongly through attacks from multiple members, but he seemed to be in a trance-like state and didn’t respond to Seungmin’s pleas. He seemed to be losing, and everyone was on edge, calling out to him, hoping he would end his battle and come home, but he didn’t. Instead, he took a shot at Momo, ho happened to pull her own trigger at the same time; but Chan was tired and his trajectory was off, so he missed horribly while Momo’s bullet hit it’s target as he tried to dodge it. The team gasped, as some of them had seen him get hit but none of them had seen it this bad.

Their raven-haired leader toppled to the ground, his engraved 9mm clattering on the ground with him. His arm raced to his shoulder, holding it in agony, as he hissed out murmurs of pain. The Clan inside the bus fell into panic, and all started trying to get out and help their friend, but the doors wouldn’t open. Seungmin tried time and time again, but the doors failed every time. Woojin and Changbin were yelling, Jisung was in shock, Felix was trying to strategize and Jeongin felt like crying. Seungmin was doing his best but everyone stopped their panic as they heard a loud thump and a couple of grunts.

Jeongin had jumped out the broken window. He was the only member small enough to fit through, and though the jagged glass gave him some serious gashes, he made it out and he was now resuming the fight Chan had refused to give up. He picked up Chan’s gun and shot a couple bullets directly into the air before taking out his own glock and defensively pointing them at the Purity Ring members. The fighting stopped for a moment as a wave of confusion rippled through the rival syndicate. Momo stepped forward slowly, examining the young boy.

“Come one step closer, I dare you!” The runaway snarled at the gang, but directed at Momo specifically. She smiled maliciously and took another step. Jeongin’s hands hook dangerously, and he pointed one of his guns at the ground near her feet and shot it, as if in warning, but the Ring’s leader didn’t even flinch. His entire body was trembling and he realized his fellow members were shouting at him. He quickly made a decision and tossed Chan’s gun through the open window and holstered his own before ducking down and grabbing Chan’s uninjured arm. The leader winced visibly and yelped a little in pain before they moved as quickly as they could to cover. Gunshot sounded again, and Jeongin heard and saw bullets whizzing past him. Thankfully, he managed to get to the safe side of the bus before he got hit himself and banged on the door. Seungmin had managed to override his own lock and they opened with ease, letting in the pair of men before closing again sharply. Changbin was already at the wheel with the engine started, and the fighter stepped on the gas as soon as they were both inside. Gunshots hit the back of the reinforced vehicle, denting it visibly, but never penetrating the surface completely. Soon, they were far enough away that it was clear they weren’t in danger any longer.

Jeongin was seated in the back of the bus, completely in shock as he stared at his blood-soaked hands. The world was going in slow motion, and there was a harsh ringing in his ears. BC was laid on the ground in the middle of the vehicle, and he was stitching up his leader’s wound as best he could without the proper materials. He ended up butterfly sewing it and wrapping the entire area with gauze before making his leader sit up and rest his back against one of the seats. He had ice taped around his own body, the packs on his blood-bruises from the bullets on his vest most likely. The blonde man continued to tend to BC in the smallest ways, from wrapping him in a blanket to whispering kind words of comfort to him. Jeongin’s ears were still ringing when they parked in the warehouse’s garage and everyone started unloading.

He couldn’t make his body stand up, like his boot-clad feet were glued to the floor of the bus. His eyes started to water, and as all the members came and went with loads of gear, Woojin and Felix came back together to get the last of the surveillance equipment. Woojin grabbed it all and left, leaving Felix alone with Jeongin in the small space, the latter standing a little ways away from the former and looking at him with a kind of forlorn distance in his eyes. The platinum blonde boy sighed in a kind of self-conviction, and then walked to Jeongin and squatted down a little to touch his hand. The younger flinched impulsively, before looking up at Felix with tear stained cheeks making small trails on his skin through the dirt and sweat that had made a layer of its own. Jeongin’s mouth moved in a manner like he was trying to speak, but no words wanted to come through. Felix nodded and moved to touch his hand again, but Jeongin stood up quickly. As he was about to take a step, his vision went dark in a sickeningly familiar manner and he fainted into Felix’s body. The older man caught him with ease as he sighed again and then picked up the young boy bridal style and took him out of the bus and into the warehouse.

Jeongin awoke about and hour later, placed on his bed, tucked in. When he awoke, he hardly remembered what had happened, until he looked down and saw his hands, caked in now dried blood, the dirt on his clothes, the stinging in his eyes from his previous tears. Fainting had put him out of shock, but now he was falling back into it and it felt worse. His chest began to tighten, his muscles felt tense and immovable. His breathing quickened and his body began to tremble again. He started hyperventilating, and his hands found their way to his hair, gripping it around his ears as if covering them would stop the echoes of gunshots and the vision of Chan’s shoulder getting hit with that 9 mm. He didn’t hear when his bedroom door screeched open, he didn’t even feel a pair of arms wrap around his shaking body. The only thing that pulled him out of his thoughts was a smooth voice telling him to breathe slowly.

He looked up slightly to see ruffled platinum blonde hair again, and he sighed a little. Felix was murmuring sweet nothings to him much like Woojin was to Chan on the bus, and they soothed him slightly, but just his friend’s arms around him grounded him more than anything else. The younger boy leaned into his touch and found comfort in his warmth, though still shaking, his breathing had began to slow and return to normal, as well as the ringing in his ears stopping. Felix now shushed him calmly and rocked him a little bit, making sure he calmed down thoroughly before speaking.

“Heya kid, you alright now? I was gonna come clean you up but I didn’t expect you to be having a panic attack. You’re safe now, though.” He spoke, a little bit awkwardly, since it was clear he wasn’t sure how to handle the younger boy. Jeongin smiled softly, his eyes still leaking tears but his mind was calming down. He nodded and stood up, Felix following his movement and keeping hold of his arms to steady him, like he was made of glass. The pair walked to the main bathroom and went to the one bathtub in the room, and Jeongin took off his nearly ruined shirt. Felix blushed and looked away subconsciously, then looked back shyly to see Jeongin sitting on the edge of the tub and leaning over to turn on the water, checking the temperature as he did. Felix sat down next to him and grabbed a washcloth from the rack and dipped it in the water to scrub his face clean. After he did, he gave it to Jeongin to clean is torso and hands, and once he was finished, the older boy suggested he take a shower, to which he happily obliged. After a long, warm shower, Jeongin dried off and returned to his room, getting into pajamas and wrapping himself up in comfort blankets before falling asleep just as the sun was coming up.

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Thicker Than Water (Part 8)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 4,228

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

–

Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

“BC didn’t go to bed in his room last night.” Woojin spoke darkly over a cup of coffee. Felix’s ears perked up at this, as it was very unusual for Chan to not go to bed in his own room.  Jisung laughed and playfully hit Minho’s shoulder to get his attention. The older member rolled his eyes and dug around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crumpled 20,000 won bill out of his pocket before begrudgingly handing it over to Jisung who laughed in success. Seungmin chuckled as well, nodding at Jisung in understanding of the situation. Felix turned away from the confusing group, shaking his head. Changbin walked into the room and sat next to Felix, his hair still messy and his eyes still cloudy with sleep. Felix chuckled at the older male and grabbed his shoulder to tug Changbin closer. The fighter flopped his tired head on Felix’s shoulder and reached out to steal a couple sips of his coffee. The morning scene was a warm one, all of the members content to some extent.

Farther off, behind a couple of warehouse walls, Chan’s arms were wrapped around the youngest member of the Clan unbeknownst to both of them. Chan was the first to stir, yawning and opening his eyes groggily, before shooting them open and yanking his arms away from Jeongin’s sleeping form. Panic flooded his system, his mouth was a little bit agape in shock. He didn’t know how he let this situation happen, and he hardly remembered the night before. He had no idea what was happening and so he hurriedly rushed around the room to gather his belongings before yanking open the door only to find Woojin, about to knock on the hard metal. Shock painted his face, but concern quickly overtook it and Chan averted his eyes and shoved past his right hand man. He knew he would follow but he just wanted to disappear.

Chan yanked open his bedroom door and tried to close it before Woojin came in, but failed miserably. The slightly older man closed the door lightly behind him and locked it, before watching Chan collapse onto the floor into a pile of panic. The leader ran his hands through his black curls, looking down at the ground, wide-eyed.

“Breathe Channie. What’s gotten into you?” Woojin spoke softly, crouching down and rubbing Chan’s shoulder lovingly, looking him up and down with concern clouding his vision. The leader slowed his breathing and calmed himself quickly, following Woojin’s command. He shook his head a little bit and spoke.

“Sorry Woojin. Something happened with Jeongin last night because I was helping him with his furniture and I just woke up with my arms wrapped around him and I don’t think that anything happened but I’m afraid I was an idiot.” Chan spoke quickly and quietly as he stood up and Woojin punched his arm.

“Yeah, you’re an idiot. You scared me, man! I thought something serious happened.” Woojin smiled at his best friend while Chan squinted his eyebrows.

“Woojin, this is serious! I can’t let him think I’m some softie! I know it’s dumb but I just want him to respect me, like I’m not his friend.” Chan said, exasperated. Woojin laughed at his words, angering Chan further.

“You’ve never treat us the way you treat him, you’ve never acted all ‘tough’ or ‘cold’ around us, but you want to with him. I have my own theories as to why this is, but you gotta get yourself together. Just chill out and stop alienating him, okay?” The honey-haired man laughed again and turned to leave but Chan reached his hand out and grabbed his arm, turning him back to face him. Woojin looked confused.

“Why don’t you get it, Woojin? I have my own reasons, and I need him to-” The leader didn’t have the chance to finish, as there was a knock on the door. Woojin flicked the lock open, and Chan called to come in. a very sleepy Jeongin stood there, rubbing his eyes. Woojin’s eyes flicked from Jeongin back to Chan and saw his entire demeanor change. He rolled his eyes at his leader, wanting to laugh at his oblivious, stubborn nature.

“Hyung-oh, hi Woojin- where’d you go? I’m so fuckin’ tired and you just ran off, like it’s only 9 in the morning, what is that, 6 hours of sleep?? You leaving woke me up and then I couldn’t go back to bed because it’s too light out and like, what the hell man?” Jeongin rambled in his unhappy, sleepy manner, and Woojin smiled before turning to Chan and mouthing “Handle It.” to his leader, who gave an annoyed expression back. The taller man left the room, letting Jeongin in and closing the door. He walked in and sat on Chan’s bed cross-legged unhappily, definitely expecting apologies from Chan.

“Y-You want an apology? I don’t answer to you, Fox. It was time for you to get up anyways.” Chan silently cursed himself for not only stuttering his words, but also using an affectionate pet name when addressing the boy. Though, his words still seemed to hit their target. Jeongin’s faced crunched up in anger and he jumped off the bed and walked to the door, but stopped just before opening it. He turned back to Chan and crossed his arms.

“You know, I really thought I was seeing a different side of you last night, and I felt like I could actually be a part of this group, since you were accepting me now.” He rubbed his nose in anger, the frustration pent up inside him taking a physical effect. Chan’s eye flashed with hurt momentarily but Jeongin didn’t see, which Chan was grateful for. He shifted his weight to stand straight upright, appearing taller and colder than before.

“I guess you were wrong, Jeongin. I’m your superior, not your friend.” Chan spoke with such a harsh tone it nearly surprised even him. The words hit Jeongin like a train and his arms dropped to his sides in defeat. He balled up his fists and cast his eyes down, appearing more sad than angry.

“How can you call yourself my superior when you act like a child?! I thanked you last night, but I take it back.” Jeongin looked up and stared right into Chan’s dark brown eyes, causing the older to stir because of the monster of negative emotions he saw rearing within Jeongin’s hazel ones, brimming with frustrated tears. “I wish you’d never found me. I’d be better off in the snow.” He spat at his elder before opening the door and slamming it closed after him.

The sharp noise of the door made Chan flinch, since he was resting in a state of shock from Jeongin’s words. He shook his head in distaste while murmuring to himself before changing his clothes to something more suitable for daytime work. He slipped on a pair of black ripped biker jeans and a pair of knee-high laced combat boots. He put on a dark purple silk dress shirt and tucked it in before finishing it off with his holster belt and light black eyeliner. He walked down the hallway and into the main room to make himself a cup of coffee. Many pairs of eyes were on him, but he refused to give his members the satisfaction of breaking under their stares.

As he was dropping a couple of sugar cubes into his currently black coffee, he heard light footsteps and knew the youngest member had just walked into the room. He heard a few small greetings of good morning before a metal object was placed next to his hand on the counter. It was a handgun, but it was his. It was engraved with special patterns and he recognized the hand that had placed it on the countertop.

“You left this in my room last night, hyung.” The boy’s busan accented voice filled the room, he wasn’t trying to keep their little cuddle session a secret. The pair’s eyes met once again, Jeongin’s hurt still evident, but less apparent than before. He was the first to break, turning and walking toward the weapon’s room. Chan wanted to comment on the young boy’s appearance, but he knew that was one of the worst things he could do right then, so he held his tongue. The busan boy’s smaller frame was clearly growing by the day, looking much more buff than when he had first entered their ranks. Today, he wore a very oversized light jumper that was a burnt black color, it had a loose knit and a couple of rips and tears along it. He matched it with a pair of blood red doc martens and a red bandana to coordinate, as well as light eyeliner similar to Chans.

The thing that really set Chan off were the pair of black distressed jeans he wore, that had so many holes they could almost fall apart. They were a looser fit on the 17 year old, and with all the rips they gave a nice view of a pair of blood red fishnet tights underneath the boy’s jeans. Felix had seen the outfit as the boy was walking away and he choked on his coffee enough to make a scene, the provocative style seemed very out-of-place for the youngest member.

Jeongin entered the lock combination to the weapons room and walked into the terrifying area once again. He grabbed a glock, ammo, and a pair of training headphones from the wall and left, not spending much time in the dark room, locking it again once he exited. He headed to the front door, not saying a word to any of the members as he walked out and closed it behind him. He walked behind the garage to a makeshift training range, where he placed the gun and ammo on a worn down table as he put on his headphones. He loaded the gun and tuned the safety off, taking a deep breath before pulling the trigger of a gun for the first time in his life. The recoil was enough to bounce him backwards, and the sound was deafening, even with his headphones on. He missed horribly, but he knew he had to get better, so he regained his posture and continued.

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Jeongin awoke the next morning to being shaken violently by Felix. He opened his eyes groggily and seemed very displeased with this obnoxious wake-up call. Felix stopped shaking him once his eyes were open and began to speak urgently.

“Fox, you need to get up now. Get ready as quick as you can and come to the dining room.” Felix spoke in a rushed manner, stumbling over the Korean words as he did so. Jeongin’s eyes widened and he suddenly realized that his time being a trainee were probably over. Felix left quickly and Jeongin got out of bed just as fast. He combed through his messy hair and washed his face before throwing on a pair of black ripped jeans and a loose gray tee, then rushed into the dining area of the home-like warehouse. The members were gathered, all looking rather tired, seated at the long table with Chan at the head of it. Jeongin took his seat quickly. By the looks on the other syndicate member’s faces, they probably didn’t know much more than Jeongin did at that moment. He didn’t even know how early in the morning it was. Chan decided to speak.

“09, we’ve been in a time of relative peace for about 4 months, since Jeongin joined us. We’ve been keeping a keen ear to the ground because this kind of peace is odd and often more dangerous than when we’re fighting with the other syndicates. We know now, thanks to a message from Orange Rose, that Purity Ring has been anything but silent. After their last defeat, they decided that they should go dormant to amass their ranks. They’ve recruited new members, and though we thought Jeongin was one of theirs in the beginning, he easily could’ve been inducted had we not found him. Hirai Momo, the leader of Purity Ring, has brought up and trained five new members since we last saw them. Seungmin, please show them the profiles.” Chan summarized the current events and the members were nodding in understanding most of the time. Jeongin, on the other hand, felt so lost. He didn’t know anything about Purity Ring, other than that they were the Clan’s rival gang. Seungmin stood up in Chan’s place, with his computer linked to a projector, and a clicker in hand. A fuzzy image popped up on the blank wall closest to them, and Seungmin began to speak. The young boy seemed a little bit nervous, though he’d done this kind of presentation a few times before.

“Alright, uhm, so the Ring has now upgraded to having ten members, like us. I’ll go over the original four, as well as the new members.” He spoke, clicking to the first slide on his presentation. An image of a tall-looking girl popped up, her shoulder-length caramel-colored hair was tied back into a ponytail and she wore general combat gear.

“This is Hirai Momo. She’s 21, originally from Japan, and the leader of Purity Ring as well as weapons specialist. Not much is known about her and her whereabouts, other than that she was born into poverty and forces her syndicate to main in the drug trade. She’s basically Chan’s reflection, but sloppier. She used to be the second-in-command, but we did away with the Ring’s leader last time we met.”

“Her right-hand man is Kim Hyunah. She’s also 21, and functions as the group’s diversion specialist, communications liaison, the brain of the team. She comes from Jeolla, where she has two high-school aged brothers. Her family doesn’t know that she’s involved in gang life, and she joined because their previous leader took her out of an 18+ type of club.”

“Our final original two are Kim Woosung and Kang Younghyun. They are in their same positions as always, both fighters, and really the scariest ones of the syndicate. Younghyun is from Ilsan, and Woosung is from Los Angeles, in America. They are both 21 as well, they’re never seen apart.”

“The first new member is a younger girl named Jang Dahye, but she goes by the name of Heize. She’s 19, from Daegu, and is the Ring’s version of me. She’s their tech expert, their hacker, and their behind-the-scenes director, she hardly ever goes out in the field.”

“Next we have Min Yoongi, previously of the Bangtan syndicate. He’s 20, and works as a sniper for the Ring. Previously, Purity did not have a sniper, and that was often an advantage we held over them, but it seems as though they’ve picked up on our tricks.”

“Their medical expert is Park Jinwoo, 20, from Ilsan. He isn’t much of a fighter, so he rarely goes into the field as well, making the Ring’s actual fighting numbers less than the full group potential. Not much is known about him, just that his mother is very ill and is currently in hospital care back in Ilsan.”

“Their version of Hyunjin, their treasurer, is Lee Jooheon. He’s a klepto, just like our own, and he’s 19. He’s also an extremely skilled fighter, he was classically trained for the majority of his childhood here in Seoul, so he has some of the best training you can imagine.”

“Lastly are the two runners, Choi Yoojung and Park Chaeyoung. Yoojung is the youngest, shes 17. Chaeyoung often goes by the name of Rosé, and she’s 19. They’re both drug mules for the Ring, Yoojung being from Gyeonggi, and Rosé being from Melbourne, Australia.”

Seungmin finished his presentation and the members started to talk amongst themselves before Chan got up again to finish the meeting. “We need to roll out late tonight. We’re running a stake out operation, so Seungmin will be finishing our tech for the remainder of the day. Go get ready, grab all your basic gear. We’ll leave at midnight to get to Purity Ring HQ by 1 AM.” BC spoke solidly, making his orders clear. The clan nodded and then got up to gather the necessary equipment and prepare for the mission.

Jeongin did the same, if not a bit more apprehensively than the other members. He threw on a black and white silk bomber jacket with an embroidered cityscape and Japanese characters on the back. He left his room and walked to the weapons room, since he had none of his own yet. He removed a spare weapons harness from the wall and attached it to his back underneath his jacket. He then grabbed two glock pistols and slipped them into the holsters on the harness, as well the oil-slick finished dagger he had spotted on his first day and slipped it into a sheath hidden on his ankle underneath the leg of his pants.

Minho and Changbin walked into the weapons room just as Jeongin was rolling his pants down after placing his knife into its sheath and took his leg off of the table he had placed it on previously. Minho smirked a little evilly.

“Hey there lover-boy. Ready for Daddy Channie to see you fail your first mission?” The older man sneered at Jeongin through smiling teeth as he grabbed a couple of pistols from the case as well, Changbin staying silent as he did the same. Jeongin rolled his eyes.

“Shut your mouth Minho. It’s just a stake-out to get their whereabouts, I probably don’t even have to be there. And I’m not a lover-boy, who the hell would I be loving?” Jeongin replied as he grabbed his jacket from the table in front of him in preparation to leave the room.

“Hmmm… well sleeping with our lovely leader, getting him all wrapped around your little fingers, as well as snagging Felix in your mess and dragging him along behind you. Who’s next? Seungmin? You two have seemed pretty friendly.” Minho threw his words at the youngest member as he loaded and cocked one of the pistols he had grabbed before and slipped it into a holster on his belt. Jeongin shook his head a bit in disbelief.

“Are you serious? You’re delusional. Felix and I are friends, he’s helped me out a lot since I’ve been here. And as for BC, he’s a little idiotic but we didn’t sleep together.” Jeongin spoke cooly before turning and walking out the door, stopping in the doorway briefly to finish his thought.

“I’d rather you not associate Chan and I together, especially in the way you’re insinuating.” He shot behind his shoulder before exiting the room and heading back into the main common room, where the rest of the Clan sat around, casually preparing themselves and their weapons for the upcoming mission. Jeongin took a seat near Felix and rolled up his pant leg again to adjust the knife holster that was now digging into his ankle. The older boy shot him a glance before continuing to clean his rifle. The large weapon was sleek in design and very tactile, though it was currently in pieces, waiting to be assembled. It was a STC Delta PDShP anti-material rifle, the very top-of-the-line for it’s kind. Felix didn’t say a word to the younger member, even as he sat in awe of his handiwork as he cleaned the scope and started to connect the pieces. After it was assembled, the rifle was almost 5 feet long, and Felix wiped the barrel down a couple more times before loading the weapon with bullets and casting another glance at Jeongin. The black-haired boy was a bit confused, as his friend wasn't talking to him. He suspected it was because of the other day when he cast Jeongin off, though the boy in question never seemed like the one to hold grudges, especially against people he took interest in.

Chan walked into the room, covered from head to toe in gear. He wore a black denim jacket, which Jeongin suspected was reinforced with protective layers of some kind, as well as gray acid-wash jeans and steel-toed black combat boots that reached his ankles. He had an equipment belt with a handgun on each side, as well as a couple of visible smoke bombs. He had a bandana loose around his neck, clearly there to be used later on to cover his face. His eyes were smudged with black eyeshadow and liner, giving a smokey-eyed effect that Jeongin wouldn’t want to admit made him a little weak in the knees.

“Let’s eat gang, we have about 4 hours until we have to roll out of here.” He spoke with purpose, and directed his words with the movement of his body towards the kitchen. Clan 09 followed suit one by one, finishing up the tasks they were doing before Chan’s call, and all either took seats at the dinner table or followed Chan into the kitchen to help make their meal.

The group decided on tteokbokki rather quickly and then they got to work cooking. Lively conversation was spread throughout the group, sounding much like a group of teens, despite their goulish appearances and the mass of destructive weapons currently scattered around their living space. Jeongin got swept up in it quickly, laughing at Jisung’s impressions and commenting here and there on Seungmin and Woojin’s conversation, as well as listening intently to a couple of Changbin’s clearly ridiculous tales of heroism. After a good dinner and an overly-lighthearted bout of conversation, the group knew what was coming up. They cleared the table and washed off their dishes, and then started to replace their weapons back on their persons.

Jeongin placed his handguns on his harness, and strapped the knife in its sheath back onto his ankle under his pant leg. Seungmin didn’t have much, he just handed out earpieces to each member and explained how to use them. He had one small pistol strapped to his right thigh, but he clearly didn’t seem comfortable with it. Felix’s sniper rifle was fully assembled and he had just heaved it onto his back where it now sat, the cross-strap having a couple of pieces of duct tape for decoration, Jeongin assumed. He also had a dagger on his left thigh as well as three small explosives on his belt, clearly for emergency purposes.

Jisung had a headset similar to Seungmin’s on, as well as a couple of small handguns on each of his thighs, and two knives on each of his calves. He had hardly any gear, as he had to be much closer to the target than any of the rest of the syndicate, and he would have to be able to make a quick escape if needed. Hyunjin had basic gear; a few glocks and knives, nothing too special. Changbin, however, was definitely of interest. The muscled man had one fully-automatic assault rifle across his back, as well as a full magazine for the weapon across his chest. He also had one pistol and two knives on his belt, as well as a pair of brass knuckles firmly in his grip. Minho also had basic gear, as well as gloves with sharp metal studs on each of the knuckles for melee combat. Woojin only had two pistols on his chest harness, everything else he carried was of medical use; bandages in pouches on his belt and a variety of different creams, sprays, and cloths in many places on his body.

Chan was the final person Jeongin inspected, and he was the most decked out in equipment. He had a semi-automatic assault rifle on his back, similar to Changbin’s, as well as three handguns and two knives that Jeongin could see with the naked eye, he was sure there were more. His smoke bombs were now accompanied by a few small explosives, and he had a much larger earpiece than the rest of the members. The leader of the team led them all to the beck exit of the warehouse, where it led into the main garage. They exited and deadbolted the door behind them, and piled into a reinvented school bus. Inside, there was tons of computer and communications technology, as well as boxes of ammo and a couple larger pieces of medical equipment. Chan took off the rifle on his back and set it on one of the many hooks on the wall. He walked to the front of the bus and started it, before turning back to the syndicate. A hush fell over the previously rowdy group of boys as they turned to their leader for instruction.

“Stay low. We don’t make a fuss if we don’t need to, and always wait for one of mine, Jisung, Seungmin, or Felix’s word before moving in or turning tail and taking off. This is only a stakeout so we’re not trying to start a bloodbath. Everything is going to be recorded from the moment we hit the site, so we can listen back and take note of anything and everything we can dig up from this small-scale investigation. Let’s move out.” And with that, Chan turned and began the drive to Purity Ring headquaters.

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Thicker Than Water (Part 7)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 2,556

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Chapter Seven

After waking up unhappily, Jeongin was sitting on the kitchen island munching on a bowl of American cereal. He wasn't sure what it was called, since the box had been thrown away, but it was ridiculously sugary and that is all he really cared about. He had an insufferable sweet tooth, and most Korean cereals didn't quite scratch the itch for him. Back in Busan he used to steal bags of Konpeitō from convenient stores when they were in season and eat them in his attic. The sugar crystals always made him happy. He hadn't had any of the Japanese candy in a long time, and now for some reason he almost ached for it.

The members of the clan sauntered out of their rooms one by one as the morning dragged on, saying small morning greetings to Jeongin as they passed. The young Busan boy returned them fondly. Felix came out late, making eyes contact with Jeongin momentarily in a friendly manner before remembering their argument and casting his honey-colored eyes away again. It made Felix’s heart tug with pain and Jeongin’s stomach twinge with betrayal. Chan was the last one to come out of the bed hallway (as usual) and was (also as usual) followed closely by Woojin, both looking disgruntled. Changbin laughed and Minho rolled his eyes at the situation.

Chan's presence was different from most mornings. It was one of dread and discomfort and the rest of the clan cleared out rapidly once they caught whiff of it. Woojin, Chan and Jeongin were the only ones who remained after a beat. Jeongin finished his cereal and placed the empty bowl in the sink before trotting over to Chan and looking slightly upwards at the older male with an expectant gaze.

“Woojin thinks… that maybe… it would be best… if I…” Chan struggled to get his sentence out, he looked very unhappy with the fact that he had to say these words. Jeongin scrunched his nose.

“Is that any way to say 'good morning’, hyung?” Jeongin spoke condescendingly, going up on his tiptoes to make himself eye-level with Chan though he still tilted his head like he was looking up at the older male.

“He said, it would be good to… to… to

take you shopping and get you adjusted to clan life.” BC finally got the sentence out, and Jeongin smiled with surprise. Both at Chan's odd state of being flustered and at his kind request. Woojin looked proud of himself behind Chan, and wandered off back to his room. Jeongin stepped back from Chan a little and blushed faintly.

“Why thank you for the offer, Channie-hyung, that's very kind of you.~” Jeongin spoke to the floor before lifting his head and looking at Chan with big eyes. He wasn't intentionally trying to be cute, but Chan was struggling to stay emotionless in the odd situation. Jeongin couldn't tell. Chan coughed awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Don't take it for granted, kid. I'm not gonna spend a fortune on you.” BC said roughly, looking down at the ground once again. Jeongin smiled.

“I'll go get ready then! Make sure you get something to eat BC!” the bright maknae said cheerily as he walked back to his room, waving Chan off slightly. The older male sighed.

The younger reappeared after about 15 minutes of rifling through Felix’s clothes, the young boy emerged from the white-haired male’s room in an outfit a bit too dressy to just go shopping, but BC wasn’t complaining by any means. The black haired boy wore a very long sweater with a shredded up bottom that reached just above his knees. Its long sleeves covered up his hands and he struggled to keep them pushed up at his wrists. He had on ripped up black jeans and white patent leather doc martin boots to match his white patent leather choker. The young boy looked ridiculous, so stylish just to go to the store, but still Chan couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jeongin.

When Felix, who was sitting on the couch, saw the younger, he spittled out his La Croix that he was sipping, them abruptly tried to cover it up with a couple fake coughs as he wiped his chin. The freckled boy thought he looked ravishing, in every sense of the words, so he quickly averted his eyes and let his blush crawl up his ears in uncomfortable silence.

Chan covered up his awe with an eye roll at the younger’s clothing choice, which made Jeongin smirk. “You’re not too bad yourself BC! Now lets gooooo…” Jeongin complimented and then whined, breaking his cool facade instantly. Chan breathed out heavily in an almost ashamed manner. Jeongin shuffled his feet awkwardly, making Chan tilt his head a little. The youngest member went back and forth between cute, cocky, annoying, and shy in the blink of an eye. I guess that’s the way teenagers are. Chan thought before waving to Woojin and grabbing a pair of keys from a hook by the main warehouse door.

“Lynx and Desert Fox are out!” Chan called as he opened the door to let the pair walk out. He heard a couple or remarks of understanding, so he closed the door behind him before locking it again. The opposite pair walked in painful silence to the garage, which admittedly, Jeongin didn’t know there was one, let alone where it was. Inside there were many expensive-looking vehicles, including multiple Ferraris (in varying shades of red, blue, and even purple), one midnight blue Mercedes G-wagon, and a matte black Audi S3. The keys in Chan’s hand made the headlights of the g-wagon light up when he unlocked it, and Jeongin was floored.

The people that he had fallen in with had enough money to buy all of these cars, and keep them in peak condition. He suspected that the g-wagon was Chan’s personal vehicle, considering it had many more miles on it than Jeongin thought it would, and the way Chan looked in the vehicle. He seemed to belong in it, like he thought it was made for him. Jeongin agreed.

The pair drove in relative silence for quite a ways before pulling into the parking garage of an Ikea. Chan intentionally parked far from the entrance as to not get his car damaged, and so the pair walked into the massive store together. They hadn’t talked much at all and it had been about half an hour since they left the house, so Jeongin was bored.

“Channie-hyung, can I get whatever I want?? I mean, since I have nothing, after all…” Jeongin pouted like a baby as they stopped on the escalator moving upwards. The young boy leaned in a little bit endearingly, causing Chan to lean back, keeping the same distance between their faces. Jeongin batted his eyes a couple times much like a child and Chan rolled his.

“You’ll be getting the bare minimum, Jeongin.” Chan spoke firmly, looking away from the handsome boy as they got off the escalator. Jeongin pouted momentarily but it didn’t last long, as he saw that he wasn’t getting Chan’s attention anymore. They strolled through the showroom, Jeongin pointing out his favorite items and Chan adding them to his growing list of furniture. They made small talk, but not much conversation was flowing. They reached the bedrooms part of the showroom and they sat on a soft loft bed together. Not much was said, but Chan had a feeling like they reached some sort of calm. They were both happy in eachothers company in the simplest way, and they didn’t need to speak. Jeongin smiled, which caused Chan to follow suit, seeing as he was looking at Jeongin out of the corner of his eye.

By the time they made it to the pickup area, Jeongin had an entire notebook page of items to pick up and Chan didn’t complain once. It was surprising to the younger, but he decided not to look his gift horse in the mouth. One black, quilted, queen size bed frame, one queen size mattress, one white nightstand, one white and black dresser, one very large black framed mirror, one night lamp, a couple packs of hangers, two minimalist pastel rugs, and many small trinkets to place around the room was all that was gathered at the end of the trip, and the two boys struggled to carry all of the furniture items out to the car. Then they struggled even more to maneuver them into the expensive vehicle without damaging it or themselves.

Once all was in the car, Chan sighed heavily, then turned to Jeongin.

“Where to now, fox? Do you want some clothes to fill up that 254,000 ₩ dresser?” Chan spoke kindly, almost like he was happy and excited to finally be giving the young boy a livelihood. Jeongin nodded enthusiastically at the proposal, and quickly buckled his seatbelt. Chan chuckled softly at him and Jeongin’s heart warmed at the sound. It wasn’t a harsh condescending chuckle, it was kind of endearing, and it made Jeongin feel like he was being praised, though he wasn’t. Making Chan feel any kind of emotion (and show that emotion) was Jeongin’s main goal, because the man seemed rather unhappy otherwise.

The pair arrived at a large shopping complex, with a couple of expensive name brands, as well as some more affordable shops like H&M and UniQlo. The pair of boys shopped around, finding Jeongin all sorts of clothing, from socks with cacti on them to jeans that were more hole than denim. He also ended up with a rather expensive leather bomber jacket from Gucci, as well as a pair of iconic slides for Jeongin to wear around the warehouse. He finished the day with a whole new wardrobe to challenge Hyunjin’s, and a very tired Chan that was now nearly 9,000,000 ₩ lighter than he was at the beginning of the day. Jeongin was turning out to be  very expensive habit.

The two boys walked back into their home at about 8:00 that night, their hands filled with goodies for Jeongin, after taking multiple trips to truly gather everything they had bought that day. Minho and Hyunjin laughed, clearly the pair had some kind of inside joke regarding the two men who had just arrived home, but neither of the men in question cared enough to ask. Felix and Woojin helped them move everything into Jeongin’s room, and then the four of them got to work on building Jeongin’s furniture.

By 10:00 pm, Felix was gone, adn by 11:00, Woojin was gone too. Chan and Jeongin had finished making The dresser, nightstand, and were now working on the bed frame, which proved to be a nightmare. None of the pieces seemed to fit, but after 3 hours of work, the finally managed to get Jeongin’s whole room put together.

“Woah, Channie, it’s 2 am… We gotta go to bed.” Jeongin said, unintentionally dropping the honorifics due to his exhaustion, and Chan hardly noticed due to his. He nodded and yawned, rolling his neck from side to side to crack the stiff joints. Jeongin caught his yawn and covered his mouth, blinking lazily afterwords. All of Jeongin’s new clothes were in his dresser, his rugs were laid out on the floor, and his bed was completely made, with his large mattress being covered by a dark blue and white pinstriped sheet set, with a black comforter. The younger of the two plopped down on top of it and groaned.

“Hyung, this is so comfy. It so warm and nice, I’ll sleep like a baby on it compared to the floor.” Jeongin rambled lightly, but his comment made Chan’s tired heart twinge with guilt. He felt bad for making the young boy sleep on cement ground for weeks, without anything to help him. It was pretty harsh, considering it wasn’t a punishment, because Jeongin hadn’t done anything. Chan sat down on the edge of the bed cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that kid, it was pretty fucking rude of me. I’d never put one of my other guys through that, I think felix had a point a couple nights ago when he said I was too harsh…” Chan rambled off in an apologetic manner, really wanting Jeongin to heed his words, since he truly meant them. Jeongin sat up and nodded in understanding.

“I get it hyung. It’s the past, and besides, buying me all this amazing stuff makes up for it tenfold.” Jeongin spoke groggily, with a cute smile as he reached out and ruffled Chan’s already messy black hair. The older swatted his hand away playfully, much like how Jeongin often did towards the other, since their roles were always reversed in this particular situation. Chan smiled back.

Jeongin and Chan had changed into more comfortable clothes much earlier, wanting to make sure that if they did pass out before they finished, at least they would be comfortable. Jeongin was sporting a pair of black sweats and a loose white tee, while Chan offered a similar style with a tight black tee and gray sweatpants. Jeongin’s clothing choices engulfed his smaller frame, while Chan’s enunciated his stark bodily features.

Jeongin yawned once again and swayed a little where he was sitting. Chan chuckled, much like how he had earlier in the car, making Jeongin’s sleepy eyes sparkle with joy. Chan could see it, which made him even happier. He smiled softly at the boy next to him. Jeongin returned it forgivingly before leaning forward and plopping his forehead on BC’s strong shoulder. The older man stiffened at the sudden action, pausing for a beat before cautiously moving his hands to Jeongin’s back to hold him gently. The smaller boy had shifted closer to Chan and his crossed legs were a bit under Chan’s as his leader held him close. Jeongin smiled at the scene.

Chan eventually pushed the smaller boy lightly to move him, and then had him lay down in his new bed. Jeongin seemed both relieved and confused, until Chan laid down next to him and pulled the comforter close around their shoulders. Jeongin nodded, as if he understood the situation perfectly, and then wiggled closer to Chan before. The taller reached to the nightstand and flicked the lamp off, returning to the smaller boy that was laying very close to him. Their arms weren’t wrapped around each other, though Jeongin wished so in his mind. The younger’s arms were curled next to his head, and the older’s were laid under his head. They laid like that in the dark for a little while, before Jeongin broke the comfortable silence.

“Thank you for finding me Chan. I’d be gone without you.” He said before closing his eyes and letting his aching exhaustion take him over and send him off to sleep. Chan’s breath caught in his throat before regaining his composure nodding slightly and reaching with one hand to carefully play with a stray piece of Jeongin’s black hair. He knew it didn’t matter to a sleeping boy, but he felt like he had to be delicate when physically interacting with him, for some odd reason. He closed his eyes as well and whispered a hushed response back to the young member.

“Anything to keep you safe, Fox.”

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Thicker Than Water (Part 6)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 2,390

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Chapter Six

Jeongin awoke to the sound of his bedroom door screeching open at the same time as his alarm going off. He wrinkled his nose and pinched his eyes tighter together in deep distaste at all of the noise, before reaching over and blindly turning off his trashy alarm clock. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes before opening them cautiously. He saw BC squatting down in front of him with a cruel smile on his face.

“Morning fox! We gotta get moving, I have work to do this afternoon. So throw some clothes on and meet me in the gym.” Chan spoke as he ruffled Jeongin’s hair, causing the younger boy to lazily bat his hand away. Chan chuckled before leaving the room, letting Jeongin to change out of his pajamas and into some workout clothes. He did so swiftly and sauntered into the warehouse’s makeshift gym once again. BC was on the ground stretching out his arms, his legs crossed. Jeongin followed suit, stretching out his arms first and then his legs, pushing himself into nearly a splits to stretch his thigh muscles. Chan laughed a little at the sight.

“I had no idea you were so flexible, Jeongin. What other tricks are you hiding from me, kid?” Chan spoke as he tried to copy what Jeongin was doing, only to fail miserably. The older man wasn’t very flexible at all, he didn’t have to be. He relied on his wits and his strength more than anything else, he let other people to the flips and wall climbs.

“I’m not hiding shit, Bang. So shut it and let me stretch.” Jeongin spit his words sleepily, switching the leg he was working on. Chan rolled his eyes and followed the younger’s example as they worked. After about ten minutes, the pair of boys stood up and got to work. Chan pushed Jeongin much harder than Felix, just like he had suspected, but he worked through the pain he was in. Sets of pushups, pullups, burpees, and planks, Chan let him rest for a few minutes.

The young boy was drenched with sweat, and collapsed onto his back after guzzling water. It was the first break Chan had given him, and he felt like he was going to die, he was so exhausted. His trainer disappeared into the supplies closet momentarily before coming back out with an armful of thick rope, an evil smile making its way onto his face. Jeongin sighed and squinted his eyes closed. He didn’t know what he was about to be told to do, but he didn’t like it already. The black-haired boy heaved himself up off the ground and walked over to BC.

“What’s all this?” The young boy asked unenthusiastically as he took another gulp of his water. Chan was kneeling on the ground hooking the two ropes to steel loops in the wall and untangling them from each other. Jeongin tilted his head in confusion.

“These,” Chan said, standing up and motioning to the ropes on the ground. “Are called battle ropes. You’re going to train with them from now on, since you’re doing pretty well everywhere else. I want you to spend half an hour each day using them and when you can get them to the right speed without losing form, you’re training is done. Okay?” Chan explained the situation as he picked up one of the heavy ropes and wiggling it a little. Jeongin nodded slowly before walking forward and picking up the ends of the two ropes.

Chan stepped back and explained the proper form to Jeongin. “Put your legs shoulder width apart and squat down a bit. Make sure the muscles in your calves are being pulled tight, and then shake the ropes in opposite frequencies. Try to whip them as fast as you can, and don’t let them touch the ground.” Jeongin rolled his eyes at the task. That didn’t sound too difficult, right? They’re only ropes. So the young boy took a breath before whipping the heavy ropes in opposite ways, pulling them slightly to keep them off the ground. Just when Jeongin started to think he had gotten the hang of it, the backlash from the ropes started to hit him in waves, knocking him off his feet and making him let go of the ropes to stumble backwards into Chan. The older smiled and caught him, only to push him back towards the ropes and nod, as if to tell Jeongin to keep going.

After a while, Jeongin’s vision started to blur from exhaustion, and Chan had left the gym. Just as Jeongin was about to quit, Felix poked his head in the door to the room.

“Chan says you can stop now, Jeongin. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” Felix asked his questions kindly, clearly worried for the younger. Jeongin heard his words and collapsed onto his knees before falling backwards, panting hard and trying to get his heart rate to stabilize. Felix rushed over to him and put to fingers to his neck to take his pulse. His veins were bulging out and his palms were bleeding from the abrasion of the ropes. His heart rate was pounding, and Felix’s eyes flashed with worry before Jeongin shooed him off.

“Jesus, he really is trying to kill you…” Felix mumbled as he grabbed Jeongin’s water bottle for him. Jeongin nodded slowly as he pushed himself up into standing. Felix ran over again and steadied his younger friend, handing the young boy his water bottle and slinging one of his arms over his own shoulder, helping Jeongin walk out of the gym room. The pair walked down the hallway and into the main area, where all the boys were sitting down to dinner, chatting and laughing, with Chan at the head of the table sipping a beer. His eyes locked with Felix’s and the younger death glared into the older as he passed, before helping Jeongin into his room and grabbing him some clothes. The white-haired male had been lending Jeongin his clothing until Chan decided to be nice enough to take the young boy out shopping for his necessities.

The younger boy collapsed onto Felix’s bed once he let go of him, and Felix turned to grab some clothing before leaving the room and shutting the door to give Jeongin some privacy. He walked back to the dining table where hushed whispers filled the air and stopped abruptly once his chair squeaked to show his arrival. Seated next to Jisung, the freckled boy rolled his eyes at the immature greeting. Changbin broke the silence first.

“Is Jeongin feeling well enough to come eat with us? If not someone should definitely bring him something to eat.” The buff male spoke clearly, eyeing Felix across the table with an all-too-knowing gaze, and the rest of the table hummed in agreement. Chan scoffed audibly.

“The kid is being overdramatic. He’s fine, so don’t baby him.” He spoke bitterly before scooping a forkful of steamed vegetables into his mouth. Felix tried his best to hold back in anger, though it didn’t work very well, as everyone could see he was fuming. Seungmin opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off but Felix’s rough voice.

“Why’d you push him so hard today Chan? No, actually, why do you always push him so far? You’ve never treated any of us like that, even when we were just as snotty and entitled as him. So why are you so cruel?” Felix questioned intently, standing up from his seat as he did so, causing his chair to squeak backwards behind him and for all eyes to be on him. He slammed his fist on the table in frustration. “He’s a good kid, hyung! He’s sweet and bubbly and really wants to please you, it’s all he talks about.” Felix’s soft features were shifted into a desperate form, silently pleading with his leader to be kinder to the newest recruit. Chan chuckled darkly at his inferior, causing a couple of shifty glances to pass between the members.

“Well, looks like our sniper here has a crush boys! Tell me, is that why he’s been wearing your clothing since the first week he got here? And why you cook for him, let him sleep in your bed if he’s cold, and treat him like a baby? Don’t think I didn’t notice, Felix, you aren’t slick. And you want to know the reason I’m so hard on him? Huh?” Chan spoke harshly, his cold words cutting through Felix’s confidence, the younger gulped expectantly.

“It’s because he’s talented. He’s smart, quick, strong, he could be the syndicate’s best runner, his skills could put us so far above the rest of the gangs, it’s crazy. He thinks he’s trash though, because I am teaching him discipline. If he doesn’t learn it the hard way he’ll separate and then he’ll become our downfall instead of our weapon.” Chan explained, folding his hands under his chin and resting his head on them. He looked down to his half-eaten food and sighed solemnly.

“I hope you don’t step out of line again Felix, otherwise something might happen to this little crush that you’ve developed… I’d hate to step on your feelings.” Chan hissed his words bitterly, causing a ripple of apprehension faze through the members, who were sat petrified at the fight that just went down in front of them. A shrill laugh sounded from the couch, where - as Felix and Chan only just then saw - sat Jeongin in a bubblegum pink hoodie and basketball shorts he had found in Felix’s room. All of the member’s eyes widened at the unsuspected guest.

“Thanks for all the compliments Channie-hyung! It’s really sweet of you! I’m glad I know your intentions now, so I can hold it over you. I won’t leave, so don’t worry about that, you guys have a panini press! I wouldn’t leave that shit for anything.” Jeongin spoke like he was in Chan’s position now, in power, superior to the other members. He stood up from his place on the couch and walked over to Felix slowly, ruffling the older’s hair just like he had done to him many times before.

“I know you don’t really like me like that, hyung, Chan is just a little bit jealous because you get to spend so much time with me.” Jeongin gave a big eye smile to the freckled boy, shooting a cheeky glance to Chan when he spoke his name. The youngest boy heard Chan audibly growl at his dig, which made his chest swell with accomplishment a little more than it should. Felix’s face heated with a blush at the situation, he thought it was funny that Jeongin was so blind, even though it was convenient for himself.

Jeongin sat down at the large table, moving his plate to reach of food that was laid out. A serving of fried rice, some steamed veggies, it looked delicious to him, so he smiled. Felix was looking at him like he had just committed a crime, as were Hyunjin, Changbin, and Minho. Seungmin and Jisung look frightened, Woojin looked disappointed. Jeongin began to eat when Chan’s chair now squeaked and the fuming man stood up in frustration. He glared at Jeongin across the table, and then stormed out of the room, making good time towards his bedroom. Woojin sighed, as did Hyunjin and Minho. Jeongin looked around, confused.

“Why’d he go? He didn’t finish his food…” Jeongin looked at the now empty seat, and he heard Changbin scoff at his thickness.

“Are you really that dense, kid? You pissed him off, and now your neck is on the line because you couldn’t hold your god damn tongue. Have fun on the streets.” The straight-haired male said. He shook his head lightly, chuckling at the youngest member before tapping Hyunjin on the arm and flicking his head towards the bedroom hallway. Hyunjin nodded and made eyes with Minho, and then all three of the older boys stood up from their seats and walked off, marking their disappearance with one single screech of a bedroom door. Jisung and Seungmin slipped away silently and Woojin had followed after Chan shortly after he disappeared. Felix and Jeongin were the only ones left and they both picked at their food awkwardly.

“Honestly, I could take the effort to tell you off right now, but I just want the day to end. Just know I’m not the happiest with you, Yang.” Felix sighed defeatedly after a few silent minutes, picking up the plates at the table and taking them to the sink. Jeongin nodded and followed his actions, helping load the dishwasher as Felix finished cleaning the dishes. Felix gave a small thanks before walking back towards his room, Jeongin still following like a lost puppy, all the way to Felix’s room.

“Nuh-uh. Sorry Jeongin but I see Chan’s point. You do need to learn discipline, so you’re sleeping in your own room from now on. Goodnight.” Felix had turned around sharply when he felt the boy following him to his room, and shooed him away unhappily. Jeongin looked to the ground and nodded solemnly before turning and walking back down the drab hallway to his own pitiful excuse for a bedroom. His door screeched closed behind him and he shuffled his one blanket and pillow to look something like a sleeping bag again, before laying down on it and uncomfortably shutting his eyes.

Once Felix had closed his own bedroom door, he waited to hear Jeongin’s close, and then slid down the cold steel door until he was seated on the ground with his knees close to his chest. He ran a hand through his hair and knocked his head back against the door in exasperation. He needed to get over his crush, which is hwy he was locking Jeongin out now, but that didn’t mean he wanted to. He knew he needed to, for the sake of the clan. He regained his composure after a beat and climbed into bed, falling asleep nearly as uncomfortably as Jeongin, despite having a soft bed beneath him. His emotions were making him uncomfortable, ones that he hadn’t felt in so long, but now felt the need to rid himself of.

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Chat: Is it okay if I swear?

Jeonghan: Yeah, I'll allow you to swear.

Chan: F...

Jeonghan: Yeah, go on.

Chan: I’m nervous.