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lookismfanfics · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

Note: I have a couple of requests that I’m still working on in my drafts, which I’m very excited about, but this idea came to me and I figured I’d release some fluff while I can~ ♡︎

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abuse, implied nudity (sfw), mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing. James’ is angsty and went off track of being “fluffy” and “bubble bath-y”.

Warren • Eli • Olly • Vasco • Jerry • Brad • James • Samuel

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You rap your knuckles lightly against the bathroom door, staring down at the grimy wood floor.

🝮 “Can I come in?”

🝮 There’s a pause before Warren replies. You hear the water churning, and listen as he heaves a shaky sigh

🝮 “Yeah… come in.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you swing open the door anyway

🝮 You would’ve never pictured yourself in this situation. Never in a million years.

🝮 You stare at Warren, eyes quickly glossing over his tightly formed muscles covered in bruises, making your way to his side in the dingy bathtub.

🝮 Warren sits still, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze more soap into the water.

🝮 “This was the only stuff I could find,” you say apologetically, pouring in a good portion of the bubbles

🝮 Soon the dank hotel bathroom smells like honeysuckle and the tub is filled with sudsy puffs of foam.

🝮 Warren closes his eyes, turning his face away from you.

🝮 His attempts to hide the hue of color rising to his cheeks fails, and you will away the smirk that threatens to form at the sight.

🝮 You and Warren are only in that broken down hotel because A, it’s the only place you could afford, and B, he was running away again.

🝮 Max and Derek were off on their own… Warren lost track of them after their first encounter with the police.

🝮 So here you were, sitting with Warren in a cheap hotel, tending to him after he got himself in another fist fight.

🝮 “Another win?” You ask, wetting your washcloth with the warm water.

🝮 Warren nods, finally looking at you. You’re perched on the side of the tub, a concerned expression adorning your features.

🝮 Warren feels a hollow drop in his stomach, feeling exposed beneath your heavy gaze.

🝮 Your thumbpad rubs slow circles against his jaw as the both of you fight off embarrassment, your warm fingers soothing your pounding hearts

🝮 The washcloth dabs away at the blood on his neck as you slowly clean off his cuts and scrapes.

🝮 “How long (do I have to stay with) you (in this) stupid (place?)” he grumbles, feeling a touch of guilt for dragging you into his mess and forcing you into this awkward situation.

🝮 Why are you suddenly looking at him like that?

🝮 “Warren I don’t think you finished your sentence…” you glare, wiping away at the dry blood on his pectorals.

🝮 “(Oh…) sorry.”

🝮 Warren’s face continues to heat up with embarrassment as your eyes roam over his body. You yourself feel your cheeks growing warm.

🝮 “Once I finish up we should head to bed. I’ll take you to Hostel in the morning,” you murmur quietly.

🝮 Warren stares at the foamy bubbles, his expression gone blank

🝮 The warm water, earthy smell, and gentle scrubs slowly melt him as he relaxes into the tub.

🝮 You wash off the bloody towel in the sink, glancing over at Warren’s athletic form.

🝮 “…It was bad again… wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, ringing out the cloth with pruned hands.

🝮 You aren’t talking about the street fight.

🝮 Warren subconsciously closes his legs, his hands moving to his thighs and mindlessly drawing foamy bubbles closer to himself

🝮 “(Well) he was mad (about the runaway thing). He got on me for (not finishing) my sentences.”

🝮 You nod, approaching Warren once again.

🝮 Your hands move over his body tenderly, scrubbing him down with a gentle touch.

🝮 The sweet-smelling bubbles float into your face and hair, curtesy of Warren “accidentally” splashing you.

🝮 You assume most of the bruises below his waistline are from the caretaker… and are sure to be gentle as you scrub down there

🝮 The dank bathroom, filled with the warm smell of honeysuckle, is where Warren drifts off to sleep. You use the towel to ruffle his hair and help him out of the bath. All those foamy bubbles are down the drain.

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 “Eli you should take a bath…” you had told him.

🝮 He had been sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while he rubbed at his arms and legs.

🝮 “It’s okay, I already showered. I’m more sore than I am dirty,” he looked at you, smiling tersely.

🝮 You deadpanned, and gave him a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.

🝮 You told him the facts: taking a warm bath would help sooth his aching muscles, and that he should try it if he wanted some relief.

🝮 He was a real lazy-teen-dad about it until you started running the water. 🥔

🝮 “Too late to turn back now, bro.” You crossed your arms and smirked. (Sally was very proud of you)

🝮 So that’s how you ended up here…

🝮 You’re looking through the cabinets, avoiding looking behind you as Eli lays naked in the hot tub, most likely giving you a dead glare.

🝮 You look for the bubble bath solution- the athletic soap that you had given Warren for Christmas.

🝮 It’s not there… and the only alternative you can find is…

🝮 “Yenna will be so pleased…” you grimace, squeezing more of the baby-bubble solution into the tub.

🝮 It smells almost unnatural- like baby powder or something.

🝮 Eli doesn’t seem to notice. He leans his head back against the tile, closing his eyes in contentment.

🝮 You avoid staring until the suds of bubbles have completely covered his lower areas. After all, you gotta be polite around Big Daddy.

🝮 On your knees, you kneel down beside Eli, scrubbing at his shoulders with your soapy washcloth

🝮 You don’t notice, but he opens his eyes to look at you

🝮 Eli has always seen you from a special perspective. That’s what how he pictures as you lean over him, hands gently and meticulously rubbing up and down his biceps; his eyes dark but soulful, watching you as though someday he’s going to loose you… and if he blinks you might disappear; you’re special.

🝮 You feel the damp warmth of of his hand cupping the back of your neck, prompting you to catch Eli’s gaze.

🝮 He’s barely a breath away, his lips closer to your face than you can remember.

🝮 “(Y/N)…”

🝮 The door creaks open.

🝮 Your sandals slip on the wet floor.

🝮 A spray of bubbles and bath water accompany your splash as you flip into the tub

🝮 Eli: 😨😳🫣

🝮 You: 😶‍🌫️

🝮 Sally: 😲

🝮 Sally slams the door shut, apologizing profusely, leaving you and Eli helpless in the bathtub.

🝮 “I’m so sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to bring you Warren’s bath soap!”

🝮 Eli casts you a sharp glance, evidently embarrassed and trying desperately to redirect his attention.

🝮 “(Y/N)… whose soap is this…?” 🫧

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 You kneel down by the side of the tub awkwardly, placing the container of bubble bath solution on the base.

🝮 “Does it feel nice?” Is the only lame remark that comes to your mind.

🝮 Olly is oddly quiet, leaning his head back onto the wall and absorbing in the steam.

🝮 “Feels awesome!”

🝮 You smile, once again feeling awkward, mindlessly poking your finger into the water.

🝮 ❗️

🝮 “OUCH! OLLY-!” You yank your finger out from the piping hot water, wiping the flushed tip against your shirt.

🝮 He looks at you, startled, his emotions a flurry of turmoil

🝮 “What the hell?!” He exclaims

🝮 You shoot him a sharp glance, turning down the water knob to a colder setting

🝮 “That water is burning hot Big Daddy…” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the water to check the temperature.

🝮 Olly doesn’t say anything; he wordlessly grabs the soap and bath bomb dunks it into the cooler water.

🝮 “I mean I knew it was hot! I’m not that stupid-!” He laughs, splashing you with the newly formed suds of bubbles

🝮 They smell like herbs… but you turn your nose up in disgust nonetheless

🝮 “You just couldn’t tell it was burning your skin?” You ask, grabbing his pink-washed arm and scrubbing with the bath sponge.

🝮 He nods, using his free hand to push back the dreadlocks that fall onto his forehead.

🝮 “Please wash your hair—”“Nope!”

🝮 More puffs of bubbles launch into the air as Olly flicks water at you, “You’re such a buzz-kill! It pisses me off!”

🝮 You glare at him steely. However… you’re aware violence won’t work on him… and you’re technically below him in the ranks.

🝮 “…Can you stop training with that guy? He’s not teaching you proper hygienics.”

🝮 Olly grows silent, sinking into the foamy water with a quiet “shut up…”

🝮 You wipe off the dry blood from the dips and grooves in his toning muscles, ever-so-gently.

🝮 Olly knows that his body is temporary— he’s wasting it imprudently and he needs to be more careful. But it confuses him as to why you, of all people, are so gentle with him.

🝮 Even if your touch feels dull and light against his skin; he can sense you treat him gingerly, like he’s fragile or something. (Which he is… and he knows it.)

🝮 He catches your eyes roaming freely down his tattered body, ogling at the bruises and scratches that would’ve winded a normal person.

🝮 He splashes you with more bubbles.

🝮 Why do you have to be so serious all the time?!

🝮 It’s killing the mood…

🝮 And it’s making him blush.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You walk into the bathroom and it smells like peaches.

🝮 The tub is already filled, and you’ve already inserted the bath-bomb. The surface of the water is dyed orange and cream; little bubbles hide in the corners of the tub.

🝮 “You can get in now,” you call. “The water’s ready.”

🝮 You remain squatted by the side of the tub, but your eyes are glued to the ground. You’re not looking up, no matter how much you may or may not want to. Vasco made you swear it.

🝮 You hear his bare feet slap against the bathroom tiles, and listen as he sucks in an awed breath.

🝮 “That’s what the bathbomb does?” His voice sounds deep and monotonous, but you can sense his radiating excitement. Knowing Vasco, he’s probably flushed with pleasure.

🝮 “Uh huh. Hop on in.”

🝮 He’s sweet… he didn’t want to embarrass you by flaunting his impressive physique around the bathroom without any clothes on.

🝮 And yet you sit there by his side, pouring soap onto a bath sponge, clearly still embarrassed.

🝮 Once he’s actually in the tub, and the colored water has completely covered the things you aren’t allowed to see… it’s smooth sailing.

🝮 Euntae eases into the tub, dozing off and relaxing. You can’t help but smile; you had been absolutely right when you told him that he’d like it.

🝮 He was more sore than usual, apparently, so you had suggested an ice bath or a hot soak. Jace agreed… as long as you took care of the whole thing.

🝮 “I’m not the one he’s in love with,” he waved dismissively, smirking in satisfaction with the way you grew silent.

🝮 “Jace he loves you more than he loves me…” you had insisted, but it was no use.

🝮 Vasco turns to you, a goofy smile on his face, his expression tender.

🝮 “Do you wanna get in with me?” “Euntae!”

🝮 You flick water at him, shaking your head defiantly, trying to hold back your smile.

🝮 “Do you?” His smile only broadens.

🝮 You shrug, lazily splashing more water in his direction.

🝮 Who would’ve guessed that one move would be the downfall of your peaceful bath.

🝮 Vasco, in short, still hasn’t mastered the art of restraint when it comes to water fights.

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

🝮 The door into the sitting room opens, and you quickly sweep your eyes around for anyone nearby.

🝮 Surely the world hates you. You grimace, opening the door fully to face the wrath of Big Deal’s number three, four, and six.

🝮 You walk with feigned confidence over to the grocery bag near the table, rummaging through the inside anxiously.

🝮 Brad and Lineman watch you from the couch; The former sets his drink down to observe you better. Neither of them say anything, but they draw Jason’s attention to you.

🝮 “What’re you doing?” he asks accusingly, effectively halting your movements with little to no effort.

🝮 “I’m trying to find the soap…” you reply offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the bag as you finally find the container.

🝮 “Who needs soap?” Brad chimes in with a tone leagues less intimidating than Jason’s.

🝮 “Uh- Jerry,” you answer nonchalantly, straightening up with a blank expression.

🝮 As usual, the subject of Jerry Kwon is one you handle with calculated disinterest. You don’t smile when you mention him, you keep your expression indifferent and make an effort not to appear otherwise.

🝮 And yet, somehow, even Brad and Lineman get the impression that there’s more to it than that.

🝮 Jason in particular sees straight through your bluffs, eyeing you steely with a hint of annoyance. He’s guessed there’s more to your feelings for Big Deal’s number two than meets the eye.

🝮 But can he call you out on it? No.

🝮 “What does he need soap for?” he quips, crossing his legs and staring at you expectantly.

🝮 “He’s taking a bath…?” Once again, you regulate the amount of emotion you express. You don’t show the slightest hint of giddiness of embarrassment.

🝮 “Anyways, I’m off guys~ Jerry needs me.”

🝮 And with that you leave the room, swinging the door shut behind you and making your way towards the bathroom.

🝮 You knock courteously, but before he can answer you’ve opened the door and thrown the bottle of soap across the bathroom. You hear it plop into the water; your eyes are squeezed shut as you close the door behind you.

🝮 “Pour it all in, okay? I’m not opening my eyes until the bubbles are all sudsy.”

🝮 Jerry just sits there with the canister of bubble bath soap in his hands, his large body feeling uncomfortable and cramped in the dingy bathtub, blood still trickling down his forearms. He’s frozen for a solid thirty seconds… and then he obeys

🝮 You don’t look until you feel a damp foam land on your nose, and your eyes shoot open.

🝮 Jerry looks innocent, pretending he totally-did-not-just-splash-you-with-bubbles. You rub your nose, glaring playfully.

🝮 “You just let the kids hit you?” You ask quietly, readying the washcloth in the sink. In your peripherals you catch Jerry nodding.

🝮 “I didn’t want to hurt them. I think they were on something…”

🝮 You smile musingly; typical Jerry. You toss the washcloth at him to use, preparing another one for yourself.

🝮 For the next half hour or so you sit by his side, wiping away at the scrapes and bruises on his arms and on his knuckles.

🝮 Do you both feel incredibly shy? Yes. Who wouldn’t feel shy when they’re in a room with the biggest hunk who happens to be naked. And besides, Jerry is Jerry. What’s not to feel flustered about? And who wouldn’t feel shy, being in the bathtub completely naked with arguably the most attractive member of Big Deal? After all… (Y/N) is (Y/N).

🝮 “Talk about puppy love,” Brad laughs, staring down the hallway and listening to the rumble of your voice mingled with Jerry’s.

🝮 Jason rolls his eyes, “They’re messing with Jerry’s head. They should just get a room already.”

🝮 Lineman glances wonderingly between the other two, “How long has this been going on?”

🝮 “Forever.”

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝

🝮 Brad doesn’t know what to think…

🝮 The warm glow of the scented candles littering the room is the only light source in the bathroom. They’re everywhere, scattered against the rim of the tub and across the sink counter.

🝮 A few bubbles float across the transparent water, but he doesn’t complain. He never complained in the first place. He never even asked for this.

🝮 And— there you are again, swinging open the door with a bundle of items in your arms.

🝮 Brad has been watching you bustle in and out for ten minutes…

🝮 You can’t help it, honestly, there’s just a lot of things you had planned and now you’re forgetting everything 😔

🝮 You kneel beside the tub, placing your items on the floor, “Okay, I got a couple different soap brands because I wasn’t sure which scent you’d like… uhm,” you glance up to meet his gaze

🝮 Brad just stares at you, listening attentively with a slight furrow in his brow. You quickly look down again, unable to maintain eye contact at the moment.

🝮 “So… yeah. I also brought some bath bombs— they’ll just color the water and stuff. And then here’s the sponge and-”

🝮 “(Y/N)…?” He interjects uncertainly, “Why are you so nervous?”

🝮 Ugh… oh well

🝮 You shrug, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor

🝮 Brad’s damp finger drags beneath your chin to meet your eyes, concern washed over his features.

🝮 Rizz 🕺

🝮 “I knew Big Deal’s (Y/N) (L/N) was a bit overrated… but I never figured they were a downright tomato.”

🝮 “I don’t blush you twerp!” You smack the side of his head

🝮 Brad just sinks into the water, a lighthearted smile on his lips, clearly smug.

🝮 “Whatever hippo,” you battle off your embarrassment (do I really turn red? Is that possible? With my complexion can you even tell?) and toss in a pink bath bomb

🝮 And for the rest of the time you enjoy your little self-care date; basking in the aroma of the scented candles, soaking in the warmth of the water (or at least Brad does).

🝮 Brad is eventually convinced to turn into Brenda, and gives you a manicure

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

🝮 The bathroom is small and steamy.

🝮 It’s a three-in-one… hair, body, and bubble bath. It claims to calm and smooth children, and apparently smells like lavender.

🝮 That’s the soap you pour into the tub anyways, even if lavender isn’t his favorite scent.

🝮 Soon the fluffy white bubbles are dyed rustic red, and the water turns a light copper. The shower head sprays water into his sweaty flop of hair; trails of blood and water wash down the sides of his sickeningly blank face.

🝮 You turn off the shower, facing him with a sigh.

🝮 James Lee just sits there, returning your gaze with an expression of pure boredom.

🝮 His messy array of red hair blends in perfectly with the blood staining his hands. You kneel beside him, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to scrub away at the metallic liquid.

🝮 “How much of it is yours…?” you ask

🝮 “Do you really wanna know?”

🝮 A smirk ghosts his lips; all of James’ flamboyance and arrogance summed up in a single move.

🝮 You had already concluded that was the case. Most of the blood wasn’t his own.

🝮 You feel awkward— pampering him even if he had been busting up thugs a few minutes ago. James doesn’t seem to mind, or care really, about the attention you’re giving him.

🝮 The foamy bubbles, dim romantic lighting, and calming aroma differ drastically with the actual situation.

🝮 You scrub across James’ toned chest and up to his tense neck, dragging a trail of soap and water across his damp skin. He watches you intensely, searching for something you’re seemingly unaware of.

🝮 The mood is somber; the tension thick; you want very badly to rush out of the room

🝮 You’re still confused as to what James wants from you. After all, he didn’t seem to show any interest or concern for anyone but himself. He had rescued you from some assaulters— but not to benefit you. He had done in for “kicks.” Excitement. Thrill. Something? So why was James keeping you around? Did he want friendship? An alliance? Or maybe you were just missing a hint. Maybe you’re being stupid.

🝮 His nonchalance, disinterest, and callous demeanor meant something, didn’t they? He was using you… but he wasn’t interested in you… right?

🝮 James Lee was so stupidly confusing. You tried connecting the dots to his end goal. You tried searching for his objective. And so far you couldn’t find anything.

🝮 You followed him because he told you to. He confided in you because you said he could.

🝮 Somehow you couldn’t reach a conclusion as to what your relationship was with this red-headed hotspur.

🝮 Maybe it was the heat that was driving you delusional. Or the lavender scent was too strong, and it was messing with your head.

🝮 You retracted your hand from its place against James’ back, laying the washcloth against the rim of the tub.

🝮 His dark eyes follow your movements, his focus solely on you.

🝮 “What do you want James? All you seem to care about is fighting and conquering… and all I seem to be to you is another string attached to your victory-parade.”

🝮 It’s a serious question.

🝮 Depending on how he answers, you’re more than willing to pack it up and head home right here and now.

🝮 James, the arrogant jerk, turns away from you and sinks into the water.

🝮 He takes a second to think and closes his eyes, stupidly long lashes resting almost angelically on his cheeks

🝮 “You aren’t part of my victory-parade, conquering-sham, or whatever you wanna call it. You just happened to get involved.”

🝮 You pause before countering, “So then I’m really just a string attached. This… doesn’t mean anything.”

🝮 James opens his eyes, turning his angular face towards you, damp red fringe sticking to his forehead. He looks handsome. Always has.

🝮 A wolffish smirk spreads across his face; it’s an expression that will be the death of you. “I never said that, or even implied it. You’re different ‘cause you’re my (Y/N).”

🝮 You feel a drop to your stomach.

🝮 James has never called you by your first name.

I really bopped off with this one— whoopsies. 💅 I get the feeling like I should write out their whole story… should I? 👉👈

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

🝮 It smells expensive.

🝮 That’s the only way you can describe it… in simpler terms.

🝮 Samuel’s broad, inked shoulders lean against the tub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. He looks like a mangled fallen angel.

🝮 Dried blood stains his battered body, and yet he smells like expensive shampoo. It’s a suave, clean smelling scent that your mind automatically associates with Samuel Seo.

🝮 You rub down his tightly formed abs, dabbing at the reddened bruises that nestle into the curves of his body. Soap suds follow your strokes; your careful movements lulling Samuel into a deeper sleep.

🝮 His grip on the glass of expensive beer slowly starts loosening as his large, warm hands begin reaching for your hair.

🝮 Samuel is definitely holding back a flood of snarky comments… you can tell he’s itching to complain to you about something.

🝮 But as usual, you swat his hand away and press your fingers to his lips.

🝮 “I don’t wanna hear anything.”

🝮 His brows furrow angrily and you can tell he’s ready to snap at you. You simply rub more bubbles across his chest, and continue cleaning off his injuries.

🝮 “Well it’s not like I was gonna apologize anyway.”

🝮 His expression reverts back to nonchalance, masking the intolerance that brims just below the surface.

🝮 Giving Sammy a bubble bath after he heaved himself into his penthouse, looking like a bloody mess, was not how you wanted to be spending your evening. You didn’t even bother to hide it in your mannerisms.

🝮 But of course, as Samuel rubs thumb across your engagement ring, he’s assured that you won’t hold a grudge for too long

🝮 You always tell him to “let it go” 🙄

🝮 So to contradict yourself would be hypocritical… and Samuel couldn't have that.

🝮 Sudsy bubbles spurt into the air as he drags you into the bathtub.

🝮 It might not fix all your issues… but at least it lessens the tension

🝮 Or that’s what Samuel tells himself—

🝮 If you’re gonna force him to soak in a bubble-infested tub that smells like women’s perfume then he’s gonna force you to go through it with him

Part 2 with Zack, Johan, and whoever y’all want? Ask me ^_^

#Lookism #Lookism x Reader #Lookism x female reader #lookism x male reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x gn reader #Warren Chae #Warren Chae x reader #Eli Jang #Olly Wang x reader #Vasco x reader #Euntae Lee x reader #James Lee x Reader #DG x reader #dg lookism #Samuel Seo x reader #Big Deal lookism #Jerry Kwon x Reader #Brad Lee x reader

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fanzines · 9 months ago

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'You Can't Spell UNION without U 'n' I', which you can buy here, is a pro-unions Valentine's zine by Sophie Wang. Described as a saucy love letter to organisers, workers and labourers fighting for a better world... 💘

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pearlpugly · 2 months ago

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#dmbj #wu xie #wang pangzi #zhang qiling #liu sang #werewolf wu xie #vampire zhang qiling #witch liu sang #witches-n-brews-comic #nightxshadexcomic #wu erbai #er jing

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phenomenalgirl9 · 2 years ago

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Poly! Yizhan x Reader: Charmer

A/n: Could be read as the next part of ✨DRAMA✨ or as an individual story. This just has an established relationship between Idol! Reader and Idol/Actor Yibo. The reader is a KQ girl group member.

⚠️There's a lil bit of smut, so beware.

Summary: You've known your boyfriend was bisexual. But what will you do when you find out Xiao Zhan is actually his ex and the guy is now flirting with you, even though he knows you're dating Yibo. He says he doesn't want to take you from him, then what is his motive?

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"My girlfriend speaks CHINESE?!" Yibo exclaimed at his manager who was equally shocked as yours.

"Babe! We've been dating for 4 months! Howcome, you don't know that?!! I literally have Chinese members!" You said laughing.

"THEN WHY DID YOU NEVER TALK TO ME IN CHINESE?" He asked in chinese this time.

"Because it's weak and I don't use it much, but Wooyoung did tell you once." You said

"I thought he was joking" he said protesting.

The two managers shook their heads at your bickering.

"NOW NOW!" your manager brought your attention back to them "As we were speaking, China isn't like Korea, here we can manage the crowd and use means to not let news spread. But there it would be impossible. So?"

"We lay low" you said as you leaned into Yibo, who held you close.

"We don't want people to know unnecessarily so you'll be at your home" he pointed at Yibo and then pointed to me and said "you'll stay at a hotel, but. You can sneak in and out, we'll keep that option for you" his manager winked, as yours shook his head.

"We'll be leaving in a month, to start practice, script reading and costumes" your manager had told you.

"So basically I can't kiss you on set" Yibo pouted, you walked over to him and kissed him, your intention was for a peck, but you felt his strong hands immediately pulls you into him, closer until your bodies were smushed against each other. You feel him engulf your lower lip and suck on it as you complied with his intentions and gave in. His lips soon detached from your lips and attacked your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly and assaulting it, he inspected the area after giving it a satisfying hickey.

"You can't do that there!" You said

"I can only imagine how good you'll look in a Hanfu. How am I supposed to control myself?" He said tucking his head in the crook of your neck, rubbing his nose in a line, up your neck, as a shaky breath left your lips.

You both parted ways as you left the plane in Beijing. He left through his assigned door as you left yours, after waiting 2 hours in the airport. Yes you could have left on two different flights but Yibo insisted on either of you waiting. You walked out of the gate and were swarmed by body guards. You waved at your fans who cheered you on.

You reached the hotel and crashed on the bed as your phone rang, "Yes?" You asked

"Reached safely?" Your boyfriend asked.

"Mhm"

"Tired?" He asked

"Very" you mumbled

"Get something to eat first and then rest, I'll see you tomorrow morning before practice, okay?" He said

"Yeeeaaaa" you said and ordered some food before getting a shower.

You brought out the script as you dried your hair with your towel. Damn the directors are bolder this time. There are literally kiss scenes, you had one. You've already watched Yibo kiss another girl for acting, but you didn't know how you'd feel with the idea of his bring close to a guy in that sense. You'll meet the other cast today, you're actually looking forward to meeting Xiao Zhan and Liu Haikuan, they have been your favourite cast since back in the days.

It was not early in the morning (if you can call it that) when you heard your phone ring "Hello?" You said groggily.

"Babe. Open the door" you heard your boyfriend's voice.

"When you said you'll see me in the morning I had actually expected it to be after sunrise" you said as you walked to the door to open it. You felt his hands instantly push you inside and pull you to him, he held you close with one hand and used the other to lock the door.

"The thought of you being here but not beside me was killing me" he whispered.

"Your down bad" you said patting him

"You're worth it" he said pulling you into a loving kiss. You pulled him to bed and the two of you got cosy and fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Are you excited to meet Xiao Zhan again?" You asked Yibo as he ate his toast.

"Um.. I-I I-" he fumbled "I gotta tell you something, babe" he looked at you.

"What happened" you left trying to tie your hair and sat beside him, his eyes were glossy. "Baby whats wrong?" You asked

"I am- Zhan ge and I had a thing, like-" he started.

"Like a ritual?" You tried to help him, but he shook his head

"No I mean we um-" he stuttered again and then you got it.

"Oh my god!! Don't tell me you're saying what I think you're saying! Yizhan was real?" You asked

"What? Yes" he said looking down

"Are you bisexual?" You asked and he nodded "Ok. It's okay. I'm glad you told me" you said holding his hand.

"You're not angry?" He asked

"No. Surprised yes, but not angry" you said smiling and pecked his cheek. As he pulled you into a hug.

"I get it, it's nerve wracking to having to shoot with your ex" you patted his back "But you can do this Bobo" as he nodded. So, finally, after kissing all over your face and neck he left. You smiled at yourself and at the thought of your boyfriend. Soon, you started getting ready. You can't act intimately on the set, but you can't act unacquainted as well because it's a fact that you've done a drama together. So, it's friends. Hardly did you know what was waiting for you.

You entered the set greeting everyone with your manager. Your eyes landed on Yibo who smiled and waved at you as you waved back. You introduced yourself and were immediately swarmed by Zheng Fanxing (Lan Sizhui), Qi Peixing (Jin Ling) and Ji li (Nie Huisang). You looked around and found Xiao Zhan looking at you, did he smirk? Must be my imagination you thought as you spoke to them about the directors and scenes. You were playing Lan Sizhui's love interest, Nie Mingjue's daughter. So most of your scenes were with the juniors and Nie Huisang. Soon the directors came and welcomed everyone. That day you all practiced greeting, and bowing and talking politely. After lunch you ran a few scenes.

You were excited for the new day, Yibo had spent the night and left in the morning. This was the day for dresses, your character is supposed to wear Grey and blue. When you were all dressed up, you left the room to show the others. Fanxing, Ji Li and Peixing started clapping and cat calling, you found Xiao Zhan walking towards you he walked up to you and bowed "Hello, Nie Gunia, you look wonderful today" you immediately bowed back and said "You flatter me, Master Wei" you felt nervous. There was something in his aura, that intimidated you. And he walked walked away. You heard your phone notification

Bobo sent a message:

Baby you look ravishing.

🥵😘😘

-You look so handsome

-I can't believe I am seeing you in this outfit!!!

Someone's EXCITED

-Shut up

And you looked at him to find him looking at you. Your manager cleared his throat and you immediately looked away. Unknowing you two, a pair of eyes were already on you two. During practice Fanxing (Lan Sizhui), Peixing (Jin Ling) and Guocheng (Jingyi) helped you alot and you were actually having fun running lines with them and Ji li occasionally. There came a scene when Xiao Zhan held your hand to protect you from a corpse and it took everything inside Yibo not to pull you away from the man he almost dropped his character.

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1st day of shoot

You had your make up and dress up done and were waiting for the others to step out when Xiao Zhan walked up to you and you greeted him, he was still in his regular clothes. "You seem nervous" he said. "I still get the 1st day chills" you said "like even after performing so many times I still feel giddy before I step up on stage". "Well I do too, both actually so I understand" he said. "You? Impossible" you said. "No really. I'm human too" he said. This moment talking to him, you had forgotten all the past smugness, this seemed and felt real. His bunny smile felt real and you felt blessed to have seen it in person. Fanxing and Peixing soon left the make up room as Xiao Zhan greeted them and walked in. Gosh you almost hurt your neck to look up to him, literally. When you walked on to the set you found Yibo there waiting for you, well he said he just wanted to get the feel of the series back before his parts came up. "All the best" he told everyone, while passing you with a smile. One by one the scenes were being done. Your stylists running and fixing your make up and hair often. Sometime among this Yibo also got dressed. "You look good" you tell him in korean, "Yeah I get that a lot" he replied smugly and you shook your head.

Later in your hotel room as you lied down you received Yibo's call. "Hey baobao" he said making you blush you still weren't used to it even after all these months. "How was the rest of the shoot?" you asked as your group was done earlier. "It was not awkward, me and Zhan ge actually cleared the air. He was actually praising you, your accent and stuff" he teased. "What about you though?" You asked. "You look really pretty in them. But that Fanxing (Lan Sizhui) better keep his hands to himself" he said with his gremlin smile. "Gave you some deja vu?" You laughed, ne he wasn't necessarily jealous as you have worked on the same drama with different love interests. "You're still wearing make up?" He asked noticing now, "Yeah I came in just an hour ago, me and the other juniors went for dinner first" you said and watched Yibo pout. "Why are you pouting?!" You asked, "they can hangout with you like that, I can't even hold your hand in public" he said and you laughed at his cuteness.

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3 weeks into filming

"Ssup?" You heard the voice and almost got shocked, you were early to set and were waiting while reading your script, Zhan's voice startled you. It was one of your first scenes with him and Yibo today and you were excited. "I'm excited to finally meet the infamous Wei Ying" you said. "Hey, you meet him everyday almost" he said with a charming smile, that almost (ALMOST) made you blush. "Not this way, like directly, you won't understand" you said. "I wish I would" he said and walked off not before passing you a wink.

"What was that?" Guocheng (Jingyi) asked. "What?" You said. "Zhan gege was flirting with you!" He said excitedly. "No he was just being friendly" you said. "Yeah yeah of course you'd say that, you only have eyes for Yibo" he said. Your eyes went wide "WHAT?" you asked. "What? You don't have a crush on Yibo?" He said with a face that said he wasn't even joking. "Who doesn't" you said brushing it off and running away with a sigh of relief when your stylist called for your turn.

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"Master Wei, Hanguang Jun" you said bowing, as they bowed back. "Sizhui, report" Yibo said in his deep Lan Zhan tone. "Hanguang Jun, there are walking corpses all around, they seemed to be quite potent but not under control or anything" he said. "CUT" the director shouted. As all of you sighed in relief and walked off to the nearby chairs.

Yibo, Zhan ge and Fanxing literally picked up their skirts calling it ventilation, they all had shorts inside, so did you but it wasn't appropriate now was it. So, you sat there struggling in the humid weather, fanning yourself with the portable fan, suddenly your felt more breeze. You turned to see literally 2 more fans pointed at you. Zhan ge and Yibo, "Guys I'm fine" you said. "It's okay" two said at a time. At a distance you see Guocheng giving you a knowing smirk and you glared at him.

You were anxious for the next scene, this was your first fight scene, even though you've done these back in Korea, but this is the first with a sword. And you were excited, you have practiced a lot. As the director gave his queue you and your opponent started. And after 3 takes you were finally satisfied. And you hung from the harness, Fanxing who was also beside you asked "So how was it?". "I loved it" you said and he laughed at your excitement. You were given rest for the rest of the day. You went to get your make up off when you noticed your manager not where he generally stays, you checked your phone and found hid text.

-Y/n, please get a cab to the hotel, I have to handle some emergencies.

"oh damn" you cursed. "Where's manager nim?" Yibo asked and you showed him your screen and he said "It's okay I'll drop you".

"Something wrong?" You heard Peixing ask and you explained your situation. "But Yibo's house is in the opposite direction, I on the other hand would pass through there. Come Y/n I'll give you a ride. Yibo could go home and rest" he said. "But-" Yibo tried to protest but his manager stopped him and you were left with no other choice. You got into the passenger's seat of Zhan ge's car and he smiled at you before driving away.

"I must say I'm a huge fan of your group and your acting. Loved the music style it's so different that the other gurl groups of your time." He said. "We try, it's all thanks to the pd-nims" you said. "You write songs too, don't you?" He asked. "Yeah" you shyly said "I have a habit of carrying my equipment everywhere" you added. "I know how it is" he said with this charming smile, your heart skilled a beat and you internally regretted, get a grip Y/n. "Yeah the activities need to keep going" you said. "Did you eat something? I'm hungry, let's get some ____ (your favourite snack)?" He said and You nodded. Gosh you were really hoping to get to the hotel soon, Yibo might be waiting there. He went through a drive through and ordered. "So, what about you and Yibo?" He asked, his eyes said he has been dying to ask this question. "W-what about us?" You asked, shit you stuttered. "Aren't you dating?" He asked "C'mon we're friends now right". "No we're good friends" you said even saying that sounded wrong, but duty calls. "Really? But your eyes say otherwise" he said looking dead into your eyes. You tried to get something out of your mouth but nothing came, so you resorted to advert your eyes and take a bit of your food.

When you reached you bowed and thanked Zhan ge "You don't have to bow you know" he said. "It's a habit" you said and bid him bye and walked inside. You rushed to your room, opening it to find your man waiting. He stood up as soon as saw you he stood up. He didn't see you that much this week, outside shoot. You jumped onto him and he caught you as he pulled you as close as he could. "I missed you baobao" he said. "Me too babe" you said. And you crashed your lips onto his, him immediately reacting to them like it was second nature. He shoved his tongue inside your mouth as he put you down on the bed and climbed on top of you all without breaking away the kiss. You grabbed him tight against yourself as he tilted his head to gain better access. He finally broke away and immediately attacked your neck with kisses careful to not leave marks. You pushed him off yourself and climbed on him and pulled him by the neck and kissed him eagerly, pouring all your feelings for him in the kiss, you undid his buttons and peppered kisses, he moaned as you kitten locked his nipple, you knew he liked it and gosh did you love to hear his moans as one of his hand was on your neck and the other gripping the sheets. He pulled off your top in one go and felt you up and you kept abusing his neck and nipples additionally grinding onto him, making both of you moan. You felt him hard against your core and knew you were wet as well. You kissed your way down. And lets say the two of you were soon moaning messes. You ended up cuddling naked and going to sleep.

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"I can't believe how you call them the boys, like how you refer to us as the girls" Nix, your group member said, her pout visible through the screen.

"Oh come on, are you really jealous of the Juniors?" You said laughing. You laughed, "But actually today, even Yibo, Zhang ge and Haikuan ge were there" and the girls 'awed'.

"Is it just me or isn't Xiao Zhan to cozy with you, he and Yibo literally follow you around" Aera pointed out. "Now it's justified for Yibo, he's your boyfriend but Xiao Zhan" Nix shook her head "Even in the leaked photos, his eyes are mostly on you" she added but you brushed her off. "It could just be the moment, any ways, I'm returning the day after tomorrow for the festivals and cons. I miss Soojin's food." You said. "I'll make you a good meal" Soojin said from across the screen, and you smiled. "Will Yibo stay there?" Nix asked and you nodded.

Later that night

-I heard you're leaving for Korea -xz

Yeah :) got group schedules. I'll be back in a month tho.

-The set will be empty without you.

Please, you'll hardly notice me gone.

-Not true

:)))

It was strange, he could have written that in the group chat, but you shrugged and went to sleep. The next afternoon you walked in and found Yibo, Zhan and Yubin laughing at something, you felt happy to see his playfulness come back. You were almost worried about leaving him here alone. Thank god he's warming back up.

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Back In Korea

"You're joking!" Aera said as you and her went back to the dorm, she came to pick you up, it was great to get your leader alone, you needed to talk to her alone and this was secretive stuff.

"I swear" you said, she sat for a moment still trying to wrap her head around this new info. "That makes him Bisexual, right?" She asked and you nodded "Maybe Xiao Zhan is too" she said. "I doubt it, he must be gay, and no he doesn't flirt with me, he's just friendly". "But Y/n was it okay to leave him there alone while you're miles away?" She said. "We do it all the time, what do you mean?" You asked. "Yeha but you don't leave each other with the other's ex's all the time, said ex who seems to be a smooth flirt" she said. "No. He would never do that to me. And even if he does" he stopped and sighed "We'll see". "More like me and girls will whoop his ass" she said with her fists in the air.

You and Yibo talked almost every other day, when you weren't half dead from practice. The Juniors video call you from the set often to tell you how much they miss you. They even watched your kpop festival performance and made a video of them cheering sending them to you and congratulating you on your performances. Xiao Zhan also texted you often, telling you how great you looked and did or random things that happened at set, or how Yibo messed up or he did and one teased the other.

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You were excited to go back to China, you missed your boyfriend to pieces. So much that you went straight to set to meet him. You saw him do a scene and stood in the side lines. As the director yelled "Cut", a few staff came up to talk to the actirs on scene, namely Him, The Juniors and Zhan with Yubin at a corner. You walked up to them and Yibo's eyes lit up and without even realising you ran into his arms and he hugged you back. "Your back" he said, in his Lan Zhan voice and you giggled, suddenly realising what you did, but you kept your calm. You released and went on to hug each of the juniors who welcomed you with open arms, Yubin you side hugged you and Xiao Zhan, who gave you a warm engulfing hug. You couldn't help but get lost in his scent, his own mixed with the scent of his colon. You snapped yourself out and pulled away.

They all told you how much they missed you and Zhan suggested for all of you to go for dinner, they all insisted and you agreed. You noticed how playful Yibo has gotten teasing Zhan ge. You smiled seeing him happy in his element. The dinner was fun as always, you sat with Yibo on one side and Zhan on another, both constantly making you laugh. At a point Yibo's leg brushed against you and you let it there for a while. Yibo and decided to 'drop' you at your hotel. All of you went to your different ways. You two discreetly walked inside the hotel, he ripped off your mask and attacked your lips with his. "I missed you" he said and hugged you tight.

He told all different things that happened, things that reminded him of you and how much he missed you. How much he wanted to be there and watch you perform and how everyone was in awe for your performance. You told him about the new idols you met and the groups you watched. And you ended up cuddling and talking until you two drifted off.

Shooting the next segments was fun as they were mostly outdoor segments. China was a beautiful country and shooting and seeing new places was fun. You were a lot closer with the others too, and being away from the main city gave you and Yibo a lot of time to sneak around.

Zhan, Yibo and you went on coffee. "One (Your favourite drink other), One Americano and One Iced Latte" Yibo said, at the counter and you were surprised for him to know both of your and Zhan's orders by heart. Yours was quite obvious as he brought you coffee quite often but- You didn't think much. The three of you immediately got engrossed in a conversation, about the new advertisement campaigns these two were doing, they did a lot of these when they did the first season, when they were dating. You smiled and wondered if you could ever get there? In a campaign with your boyfriend. "What's wrong Y/n?" Zhan asked and you shook your head "Nothing, I was just thinking about the script" you said and smiled.

You looked at the time and cursed "My next scene is scheduled next, I better go, see you both later" you said and walked back to the set, some people looking at you as you passed, of course they did, you were wearing a full-fledged hanfu.

"How dare you?" You said and pulled out your sword, pointing it at the other guy's neck, "Let it go, Y/n. He's not worth it" Fanxing said, and you gripped your sword tighter, eyes never leaving the man "I'm sorry Gunia, I didn't know" he man kept pleading. "huh" you mocked and put down your sword and turned around, making sure the long sleeves flip as you do so. And walked away pushing Peixing. "Cut" the director yelled. "That was so good Y/n" Peixing said, "you looked like you'd really kill him" he said and suddenly you heard laughter. You all looked toward the vanity and found Yibo and Zhan messing around and laughing as Yibo hit him with his long sleeves. "Thank God they are back like how they used to be" Peixing said. And then it hit you like they used to, back then, when they were dating? Are you missing something? Was Aera! No. He would never.

They both stayed back, that is where he stays, it's too convenient, be careful Y/n. The voices rang in your head. Was that the reason why Zhan was so friendly with you? Was that his motive all along. You breathed in and out. No, you can't jump into conclusions. You needed to calm down.

"Y/n, are you okay?" You heard Guocheng's voice. "Yeah? Yeah, I'm absolutely fine" you said pulling a smile. "Really" he asked, his face said he saw through you, but you nodded your head.

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However, your world came crashing down on you 3 days from then, when you walked into the wrong vanity and found Zhan holding Yibo's hand hus word "I still do love you Yibo", and the reply came "I know, I- Y/n?" Yibo's eyes went to you and he pulled away his hand. "Y/n baobao, it's not what it looks like" he rushed after you. "Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That" you said. "Y/n please listen" Zhan followed him, approachung you from the other side and you put the prop sword in your hand on his chest, keeping him at a distance. "I don't want a word from either of you. I trusted you Yibo, I thought you'd tell me if you ever felt something like this. I know I'm nothing like him and you could always love him. But, at least I deserved honesty!" You said tears in your eyes. "Y/n it's not-" Yibo started but you cut him off. "Save it. Don't ever show me your face outside the set" you said and walked away.

"That bastard, I'm booking a flight right now" Aera said. As you cried and your members were teary eyed too. "No, don't be stupid, you still have your Show to conduct" you said. "We cannot leave you like this okay" Soojin said. "Then I'll go" Nix volunteered "I'll accompany Y/n unnie and visit home later" she shrugged. "You don't have to do this for me please-" you were cut off. "NONSENSE SHE'S GOING THAT'S FINAL, SHE'LL BE IN THE FIRST FLIGHT TO BEIJING CITY" Aera said and you lied down having your member would of course feel better. And that happened the next evening when you reached your hotel, you ran into Nix's arms, you didn't have shooting but other side projects that came along with this project.

"I'm so sorry you have to go through this. When do you have to shoot next?" She asked. "Tomorrow" you deadpanned. "It's okay, I'll fend them off, I'll stick to you like gum" she assured.

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Hence, the next day Nix went with you, she was true to her word. When Yibo tried to approach you, she stared him down to a point be couldn't even walk close to you and so was Xiao Zhan. They both knew that you weren't going to listen to either of them. And a week went, Yibo came to your room a couple of times, but was driven away by Nix. Even his manager tried to call you but your manager helped you in making it stop. Meanwhile you felt like crying even when you looked at him, doing the scenes were so tough. Even the others noticed how you seemed off all the time.

You were angry in Yibo for cheating on you, but you also felt cheated by Zhan, as you knew he flirted with you but found him professing his love for Yibo. You were angry at yourself for letting this happen to even have intrusive thoughts of Zhan. You were cursing yourself for even trusting these two men.

A week went by, you were feeling much better, you managed to not feel like crying and stopped having bad dreams. Nix had to go back and so she went home, though your members didn't want you to be alone so Aera and Soojin video called you. You heard the bell ring and you bid them farewell thinking it was your room service. You opened the door to see the last person you expected it to be.

"Please let me in" he pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. His eyes were screaming at you and you did, you moved aside letting him in and closing the door.

"5 mins" you said looking straight at Xiao Zhan. "Okay, what you thought was wrong, Yibo wasn't cheating on you per say" he said. "Did he send you here to spew all this bullshit?! You didn't even know" You asked him sheeting in anger. "I knew you two were dating and Yibo doesn't even know I'm here. But please trust me I wasn't trying to snatch your boyfriend from you" he said. "Really?! Cause it seemed to be like that was your intention to get me to be comfy with you and then you take him away" you said. "NO NO. I WOULD NEVER.-" he was cut off by you. "You left me alone, you took him away! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU" you said. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! ONLY THING I DID WAS TO LOVE YOU!" he said. "Excuse me what?! Are you tryna two time us or something?! Weren't you telling Yibo you love him? The fuck is wrong with you?" You said. "Yibo loves you" he said and you scoffed but he went on saying "but he loves me too. I knew I was still in love with him but the more I saw you, the more I fell for you too". "What do you even-" but he stopped you and continued. "I didn't want to break you, I wanted to be a part of you too. And don't even lie two, I see the way you looked towards me how your body acted towards me" he said and put his palm on your cheek, you tried to flinch but you couldn't, he caught you. "We both love you so much. But, it depends on you. If you say yes we could give it a try, but if you say no, I'll walk away, please don't leave Yibo, he's lost without you. I am too, but it's essential for me that the two of you aren't hurt." He said and tears stung your eyes, you fisted your palms and hit his chest as you broke into more tears and hit your face in his chest. You couldn't hold it in any longer. It's true your own head has been a mess. And now things looked clear but were you really up to this.

"Please say something. I swear we can figure this out. Please" he said he pleaded, you look up to see that even his eyes were red it's that you noticed tear stains. "I need time" you finally said pulling away. And wiped your own tears "leave" you instructed and he did wordlessly with his head down.

The past few days were gloomy on the set nobody talked much, laughed much. You three weren't seen together for over a week. People were talking a lot. You on the other hand were running late the next day, having been thinking the whole night and not getting any sleep. No you've never cared what people said but can what he said really happen? And you looked up on the internet to see there have been many in the past and are still there. It's not something odd or unlikely. You thought back to Yibo to all those memories and Zhan, could you really give it a try. This thing Zhan suggested.

You were still contemplating when you were buying coffee, later at noon, if you should do it. And you finally did it, you walked to the vanity of the two main protagonists and pulled the door open and entered startling both the men inside. Both silent, almost forgot to breathe, watching every move you make. You simply walked up and took a seat on the couch, placing the three coffees, on the table and smiling at the cups.

It's as if Yibo knew what you were thinking, he rushed to hug you the impact, sent you both backwards falling on the couch, you could see tears in his eyes. "I thought I lost you, I thought you'd never see me again. Oh God! Y/n I missed you baobao" he kept on rambling, it was actually the first time he was so vulnerable in front of you. It was almost to a different level. You slowly sat up with him still attached to you, you looked up at Zhan who looked at you with a faint smile. You were holding and patting Yibo with one hand, you extended your free hand and signalled him to join you both and he literally rushed in to hug the two of you. You thought you'd feel strange but you didn't, you strangely felt at ease after a long time. "I don't know how this works but I'm willing to give this a try and see how this works" you said and immediately felt two pairs of lips on both of your cheeks and closed your eyes feeling a blush creep unto your face. "I love you" the two said almost in sync, "I love you Yibo and Zhan ge, I realised how much I fell for you even though my feelings for Yibo were intact. How much you meant to me, how much I missed you. And how much this thought excited me." You confessed.

Life came back to the set in no time. Currently you were giggling at how your hair was flying every time you did jumps on the harness. You were literally laughing as you hung while Peixing and Fanxing were laughing standing below along with Yibo and Zhan ge.

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The three of you went to get coffee together like before. Sometimes dinner, it was one such day that you finally got the courage to invite them to your room. "We don't have shoot tomorrow right so, do you wanna come upstairs, watch a movie or something?" You said. And they agreed, they both let you choose a movie and you put on a studio ghibli movie. "Come here" Zhan ge said, patting at the place between him and Yibo. You laid on Zhan's arm as Yibo engulfs both of you with his arms. It was comfortable, being there with the two you loved. Their smell was intoxicating to you, and you felt bold, you contemplated if you should act on your impulse and your impulse won. You placed a kiss on Zhan and then on Yibo.

Yibo took no time to immediately connect your lips to his, moaning into your mouth as if he's been dying to do it. He pulled away and held your chin turning it towards Zhan. Who looked towards your eyes as if looking for permission which you granted and he placed his lip on you it was soft at first, but you lightly bit his lip and he moaned when you felt Yibo's lips on your exposed neck, leaving kisses. You felt two sets of hands roaming your body and it turned you more on. You pulled away and ducked down, pushing their faces towards each other, their kiss was hot and filled with want. Suddenly, Yibo pulled away and pulled you up in a sitting position so as you were on his lap but facing Zhan. You felt Yibo's member against your clothed ass, as he pulled down the shoulder of your shoulder to gain better access and Zhan kissed you, holding onto your waist, as he made you grind onto Yibo. Yibo reached out one hand slinding down to your core other to Zhan's and you both moaned in each other's mouth.

Soon Yibo picked you up and laid you down on the bed. "May I?" Yibo asked, holding onto your top, and you nodded. "You both too" you said and in one pull both pulled out of their t-shirts. Damn, it was like you were in bed with two gods. Fine body, and their smell was clogging your brain. You were pushed down as you felt a pair of lips on your chest, looking down to find Zhan and then a pair between your legs kissing your inner thighs. "Fuck" you cursed, you knew you were done for.

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"I've been dreading this day" you heard Zhan say. "What's wrong?" You asked. "It's that scene today"Yibo said and then you realised it was the day your little kiss scene with Fanxing was scheduled. "Trust me, I have faced worse" Yibo declared, remember the other time he had to witness you deeply kiss your love interest.

"He better not lay a hand on you" Zhan said. "It's just acting gege" you said and got ready for the scene. The scene is simple, you fall on top of Sizhui and your lips touch for a moment.

Yibo laughed as he watched Xiao Zhan watch you do the scene. "This Fanxing is having too much fun" "Was it supposed to be this long" "At times I wished your sword was real". To all Yibo responded with "It's okay" "Calm down" "It's acting".

You on the other hand had to do the same scene 4 times, half way by the second Yibo had walked off taking Zhan with him. "Oh god really?" You said as you laughed and took the piece of nugget into your nugget into your mouth that Zhan ge was holding for you. "Yeah, I had to hold him down" Yibo said rolling laughter.

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The promotions were fun #Yizhan/n has been trending, since you started going from city to city. Watching the fans fangirling over the boys was something. It was your first time giving interviews in chinese, without your members and you were nervous. Whenever a question was thrown at you and your face went blank Yibo knew and would rush to your ear to explain it in Korea, you didn't even had to ask.

You were sitting in your room sitting and scrolling through your private twitter account, seeing what the fans have been posting when a tweet thread caught your eye.

You smiled and clicked on the thread. It was filled with various comments.

It was true that Xiao Zhan travels ALOT, but it's also true he has been visiting alot. Yibo has always been on both sides, but the three of you try to take time out for each other, as 2 or sometimes as 3. Try to spend time even if it is on a video call. And that the three of you often went out, cause it's difficult and not always all three can be at the same place so you try even if its any 2 at the time. You often get insecure and the two always give you assurance. "We found what we were missing the last time. It was like something was missing" Yibo said. "Yeah like there was a missing piece. And It's you, Y/n" Zhan said. "You completed us" Yibo said. But you shook your head and said "in the end we all complete each other. It's us three, that's it" and the two kissed your cheek and you felt all your insecurities melt away.

You were smiling to yourself while sipping coffee and reading comments when one comment caught your eye and you choked.

Imagine? Well. You though.

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iamyoursinblog · 1 year ago

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Halloween party

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2.9 k

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You liked the fact that everyone in your company dressed up in Halloween costumes. It was funny, especially the party that was held after work.

You were spinning in front of the mirror, trying to figure out if your costume was too provocative. Although you didn't have a plan B anyway. No matter what happens, you giggled quickly leaving the house. You tried not to pay attention to how everyone around you reacted to you while you got to work. You sighed with relief when you pulled into the underground parking lot. You laughed when you saw several people in cosplay costumes. This will be fun, you thought as you got out of the car.

Every year everyone tried to surprise with their costume, and light accessories grew into full-fledged cosplays. You examined your mistress costume from head to toe in the mirror, checking the riding crop in your hand. Why is it only now that you started to feel like your latex dress is too short?

“Holly fuck!” you laughed at the reaction of your assistant who was waiting for you when the elevator doors opened on your floor. “Did you forget that today is Halloween, so you came in your everyday role?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

You smacked him on the shoulder. “Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “You think that’s too much?” You asked when you entered the office.

“Too sexy, too tight, too short, too high heels, too dominant... Just right!” He smiled widely at you. “Oh...” He stopped in the doorway turning in your direction. “It’s okay though... this will be fun,” he chuckled quietly before leaving the office.

You were glad that you didn't have much work to do today and you could enjoy the time just hanging out with your friends at work. You didn’t even notice how the day flew by until you found yourself in the middle of a party. You continued to scan the room to make sure everything was going well. After all, this year you were in charge of the party.

“Jackson is here,” your assistant said as he approached you.

"Who? WHAT?" You stared at him with wide eyes. Just now you remembered that Jackson Wang was invited to the party because he was the face of your brand. How could you forget about this? You looked sharply at the assistant when you remembered his behavior in the morning “Oh you...” You swung your riding crop at him, but he ran away before you could reach him.

“You seem to know how to use it,” a deep voice made you freeze in place. You slowly turned towards Jackson, who was looking at you with a smile.

“I... it’s just part of the costume,” you quickly replied, hiding the riding crop behind your back. “Glad you were able to come to the party. Let me show you to the table,” you showed him the way. Damn how could you forget that Jackson was coming. Oh, this is definitely a bad choice of costume, you thought about your too vulgar appearance.

You tried to hide all evening, watching the Jackson table from afar. You stamped your foot angrily, realizing that no one had approached his table for the last half an hour. You quickly made your way to his table when you saw that all the drinks were empty.

“Oh wow!” one of the guys whistled when you approached the table. “And why haven’t we been served by such a sexy kitty before?” said the second guy at the Jackson table.

“Shut up idiot! You make me look bad!” Jackson slapped one of the guys on the shoulder as everyone laughed. Jackson smiled at you, and you barely restrained yourself from laughing at his drunken state.

“Do you want something?” You asked looking only at Jackson, and not paying attention to the behavior of others.

“Do I want something...” Jackson grinned, looking you up and down as if you were dessert. You could practically feel his gaze on your skin.

You pointed at him with your riding crop making him look into your eyes “I’m not trying to seduce you.” You said and everyone at his table laughed out loud. Jackson lowered his head, trying to hide his embarrassment, while the others laughed at him. You ran the leather edge of the crop along his neck, lifting his chin. “Would you like me to seduce you?” you grinned, Jackson's lips parted slightly making him look so innocent, making you want to really seduce him. Jackson's gaze changed, causing everything inside you to shrink into a tight knot. Oh boy... You barely restrained yourself from moaning at the look he was looking at you. You couldn’t even understand what kind of look it was, and why it turned you on so much. “Anyway...” You quickly changed your tone to jokingly laughing with everyone when your fantasy went too far. It seems that you have gotten used to the role of the dominant too much. “I was asking about drinks,” you said, smiling widely. You quickly moved away from the table, heading to the bar to order Jackson drinks.

You took a few sips of cold water, trying to calm the heat in your body. And what was that, you thought. You turned around and were surprised to see that Jackson was still looking at you.

“It seems your suit worked as it should, lady,” your assistant said, appearing out of nowhere.

“Looks like you're up for a beating,” you snorted, slapping him on the shoulder. “How could you not remind me that Jackson will be at the party!” you practically growled, “This is definitely not the way I should have greeted him!!!” You patted his shoulder again.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t say it,” he laughed. “Because that’s exactly the way you should greet him,” he said, turning your head towards Jackson, who continued to look at you. You quickly took your assistant’s hand and headed to the end of the hall. “If you suddenly want Jackson to think that I'm your boyfriend, you failed from the very beginning. He knows I'm gay"

“How does he know about this?” you looked at him in surprise

“I'm dating one of his friends,” your assistant said, hugging you. “And by the way, I think Jackson likes you. Not just today because of your sexy looks, but from the very beginning. He's always looked at you that way, you just didn't pay attention because you focused on work,” he chuckled before leaving you alone.

It doesn't matter, you thought, reminding yourself that Jackson was an idol. It would be too foolish to take it too seriously.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the party ended and everyone left. You looked around the empty hall and smiled contentedly, enjoying your work. You walked down to the parking lot before heading to your car. Maybe you should keep this, you thought, looking at the riding crop in your hand. You definitely enjoyed this role. You smiled widely at the thought. You raised your head and stopped when you saw Jackson leaning against your car in the empty parking lot.

“Yes,” Jackson said, and your skin broke out in goosebumps from his deep voice.

"What?" you barely restrained yourself from retreating back from his imperious aura

“Will you give me a ride?” a smile barely touched the corners of his lips.

“Yes, of course,” you quickly unlocked the car, still confused by his presence. You got into the car, starting the engine. “Where should I take you?” You asked, heading towards the dressage area from the parking lot.

“To your home,” he said calmly

You slammed on the brakes and turned your head in his direction. But he looked completely calm, looking forward, without a shadow of the fact that he was joking now. You gripped the steering wheel knowing exactly what that meant. You hesitated whether you should refuse or just go home. You drove again, turning towards your house. You spent the entire journey in silence. But unlike Jackson, who looked relaxed, you were going crazy with your thoughts.

In the same silence you entered your house. “I’ll get you a drink,” you said, practically running towards the kitchen.

OMG!!!! You tried to calm down. You wanted to scream. What is the next? You rested your hands on the table. As it will be? This was your first time in such a situation and you absolutely didn’t know what to do. It was clear for what purpose you came here, but now that you were in the house... the reality scared you, although it also excited you just as much. Just go with the flow, you told yourself. Come what may! You took out a whiskey glass and filled it for Jackson. Maybe you should have a drink too? Although it’s better to be sober, you thought, returning the bottle to its place. You took a few deep breaths, trying to look calm before heading to the living room.

“You seem to like whiskey,” you said as you walked into the living room.

You froze with your mouth open as you entered the living room. Your hand dropped helplessly, pouring whiskey onto the floor. The glass slipped from your fingers, falling to the floor with a thud, just like your heart. You stared almost breathlessly at Jackson, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes,” Jackson said throwing his shirt onto the sofa. “I would like you to seduce me.” You took a step back, leaning against the wall. You couldn’t trust your legs, which had turned into cotton wool.

“OMG,” you whispered, barely breathing when Jackson unzipped his pants. All this time he did not take his eyes off you. Continuing to calmly undress while standing in the middle of your living room. How can he be so calm when you are on the verge of madness, you thought.

Jackson took a step towards you and you wanted to take a step back, but you had already hit the wall. Jackson grinned, resting his hand on the wall next to your head. “Although I don’t mind being the one to seduce you at all,” Jackson ran his fingers along your neck, moving down to your breast along the edge of your dress.

“Oh my...” you exhaled again as your skin broke out in goosebumps.

Jackson laughed getting closer to your face “I don’t mind you called me that too” Jackson wrapped his arm around your waist pulling your body towards him.

You pressed your lips to him without waiting for his next step. He chuckled as he pushed you against the wall. It was not a kiss, but pure madness. It even seemed to you that you could pass out from overexcitation. Jackson turned you, pushing you to the edge of the table, forcing you to sit on it. Jackson knelt down, slowly running his fingers up your legs, spreading your thighs wide. “Now let me please you, my Mistress” he kept his gaze on you, leaving kisses on your thighs. A shudder went through your body when Jackson pressed his nose into your crotch, deeply inhaling your scent. His teeth lightly squeezed your clitoris through your panties, making you moan.

You wanted more, but Jackson was in no hurry, continuing to drive you crazy with his gentle caresses, “Apparently you want to be punished?” you gripped his hair, lifting his face up as he once again returned his kisses to your thighs.

“You can use this however you want,” Jackson said sticking out his tongue. You practically growled at his provocation. You grinned pushing him in the chest, forcing him to lie on the floor in front of you. You took off your panties, throwing them to the side.

“As you wish,” you sent him a lecherous smile before sitting on his face. You moaned as he ran his tongue through your wet folds. You moved your hips causing his nose to rub your clit, increasing the pleasure of his tongue. You were so close, you began to move faster on his face, trembling with pleasure. Jackson's fingers squeezed your hips, helping you move faster. You fell forward, resting your hands on the floor as you came, breathing heavily with pleasure.

“Fuck that was so sexy,” Jackson growled, running his tongue along your crotch, making you tremble. Before you knew it, your back was on your table in a moment. “You taste so good I want to eat you all up,” you moaned loudly as Jackson dug in mouth into your pussy, pushing his tongue into your hole.

“Stop,” you gripped his hair.

His quiet laugh made my insides clench into knots with excitement. “Baby,” he raised his head, meeting your gaze. “You ask me to stop, but you press my face against your crotch,” he ran the tip of his tongue over your clitoris. “So, who should I listen to...” Jackson ran his fingers over your lips, pushing into your mouth, “your mouth or your body?” Jackson asked before sliding his tongue into your pussy again.

“Ooohhh god...” your back arched in pleasure. You blushed completely as he pressed your knees to your shoulders, spreading them wide, making you look so slutty. "What are you doing?" you moaned as Jackson continued to lick your entire crotch.

“You’re so open to my tongue, it’s hard to resist.”

You moaned loudly as he slid his tongue into your pussy again, stretching your folds with his fingers. “Please...” you practically whimpered in pleasure.

“What are you asking for, baby?” Jackson grinned, pushing two fingers of each hand into you. “Although whatever you ask, you are completely ready for it. Just look how greedily your pussy squeezes my fingers"

“Fuck,” you practically suffocated from the feeling of being full. You tried to pull away, to run away... but he didn’t give you even a hint of salvation... you swallowed loudly when Jackson threw his boxers aside. His big dick swayed as if welcoming you. Everything inside you was burning with the desire to feel him inside. You hissed when Jackson pulled out his fingers, pushing the head of his dick into your hole. You were just going crazy... You had never been so wet before. “Jackson” you moaned when he spanked him with his dick against your clit, sending an electric charge through your body. “Please... Please, Jackson.”

“Mmmm...baby you need to tell me exactly what you're asking for.” Jackson continued to tease you, moving his cock along your crotch, only slightly pressing the head on your hole.

“I want you to push your dick into my pussy!” you gripped his hair, pulling him closer to you. “And fucked me until you ran out of strength!”

“You asked for it yourself, then don’t complain!” Jackson growled with a grin. He pushed into you hard the entire length, making you scream from a mixture of pain and pleasure. You couldn’t even take the next breath from his hard thrusts. Less than 15 minutes and you were already barely restraining yourself with all your strength not to cum. Crazy, you weren’t even sure if it was just a phrase in your head or if you said it out loud.

“You're taking my dick so hard. Are you really ready to cum, and we haven’t even started yet?”

. . .

You opened your eyes as the sun completely filled your bedroom. And how did you end up here? Although... It seems you've also lost your voice... You couldn't count how many times Jackson made you cum... And even after that, he didn't stop until you lost consciousness... Although you weren't even sure if it made you cum... This is Jackson stop. You clearly overestimated your strength... and even more so underestimated Jackson. You trembled when, moving, you felt something inside you move. Only now did you realize that you were in Jackson’s arms, and his dick was still inside you. “fuck...” you chuckled at how hoarse your voice was.

“Mmm, baby, you're awake...” Jackson muttered sleepily, leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

“Why is your dick still inside?” you moaned, with every movement you made, his dick moved inside, becoming harder every second. You whimpered, the trembling in you causing pain in every muscle... You tried to pull away from him so that his dick would slip out of you.

“You asked me to fuck you until my strength runs out, but I still have too much of it...” Jackson again pressed your back to his chest, pushing his entire length back into you.

“Time out... Mercy... I beg for mercy!.. I still need to be able to walk, although now I can’t even move my little finger,” you whimpered with each of his slow and gentle thrusts.

“It’s not fair... I still have so many desires that I want to show you,” he frowned, sinking his teeth into your neck as you finally managed to roll onto your stomach, allowing his cock to slide completely out of you.

“If one of these desires is not my death, then let me sleep... until tomorrow, for example?” you trembled as he licked the spot where his teeth had been moments ago.

“How about one hour? I think this is the most I can give you." Jackson moaned, continuing to lick you.

“You are definitely crazy!”

"Congratulations!" Jackson laughed, hugging you. “From now on, you are the happy owner of this crazy!”

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g00se-ars0nist · 3 months ago

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#I LITERALLY WANG TO STRANGLE THEM NFCHIEIHHEFVJNFKV #I HATE GAY PEOPLEEE #dan and phil #phuck it #phan #dip n pip #amazing phil #mr amazing #danisnotonfire #daniel james howell #philip michael lester #leave room for jesus #jesus was not seen #gay #god help us #im slowly turning into a christian just to spite them specifically

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mykoreanlove · 7 months ago

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on being real

“I don’t want to date you anymore, Jackson.”

The silver fork he was holding in his left hand fell onto the marble floor, crashing the silence caused by your announcement. Jackson was visibly irritated, big frowns on his face.

“You… what? Why?”

For days you had been practicing this moment, imagining how you would explain your reasons and set him free. And even though you went over this moment hundreds of times, you were not prepared for the gravel pit of anxiety in your stomach. You didn’t do this because you didn’t want him, no. Your feelings were as strong as ever, but Jackson never opened up, he never let you take a look behind his porcelain façade. You decided to no longer waste your time with someone that only portrayed his good sides.

“I don’t feel like knowing you, Jackson. You only show me your good sides, you never share your problems with me. I just…”, you stumbled to find the right words.

“Say it, y/n”, he urged you with a serious tone.

“I feel like I’m dating a fake.”

Ouch, the pit grew bigger.

Jackson hid his face behind his hands, shielding himself from you. You didn’t think it would affect him that much, but his silent sobs gave him away.

“I’m sorry, Jackson.”

It didn’t take long for him to change into his real self, which you finally saw for the first time after months of dating. His eyes, always sparkly but never serene, turned dead, drained from life and love. You silently gasped, surprised to see the abyss behind the veil.

Jackson broke out in laughter as he wiped away his tears.

“Dating a fake, huh?”

Tears started to form in your eyes, seeing him like that broke your heart.

“What do you want to know, y/n? How broken I really am? You think you’re going to love that?”, he spat sarcastically.

You couldn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Jackson took another sip of his drink, grimacing in pain.

“Shall we talk about my crippling depression, then? You want to know what that’s like? To lie awake every night wondering if this is the life I want, the one that I deserve? Shall we talk about the accompanying anxiety which is clouding my mind 24/7? Am I doing enough? Am I true to myself? Is this really who I am? Shall we talk about my sweaty hands and rapid heartbeat? Me wondering if I’m about to drop dead any minute? Is that it?”

He paused and observed you, not understanding the reason behind your tears.

“Or shall we talk about my health problems? Did you notice how badly I’m griding my teeth? Should I tell you that my jaw is tense as fuck and my teeth are overly sensitive? That drinking and eating anything but warm liquor is making me wince in pain? You think I’m this skinny because I’m on a diet? No, y/n, far from it. Should I tell you how frustrated I am because I have tried literally anything, and no one can help me? You wanna know what that’s like? To be helpless in your own body? To be betrayed by your own fucking body?”

Your eyes wandered to the glass in his hands, finally understanding why he was always drinking so much. Jackson started pacing through the room while bearing his darkest secrets.

“Or shall we talk about the people I’m seeing for help? Because I’ve seen them all, y/n. I searched through whole fucking Asia, and everybody is saying the same shit. It’s all in your head, Jackson. Do you know how fucked up that is? Neither antidepressants nor the shit for my teeth is helping me and you wanna know why? Because apparently, it’s in my head. My body is hurting because my soul is hurting. Isn’t that hilarious?”

Jackson spilled some of his liquor, trying to make a point.

“Or let’s not forget about my love life, y/n. You wanna know what that’s like? You wanna know how much energy it took to portray myself as normal? I wanted you to think of me as strong and healthy and full of life but now you’re breaking up with me because that was, what, fake? I did all of this so you would never realize how broken, fragile, and weak I am. But I guess that wasn’t the right way to go about it either.”

Another layer of sadness washed over his face, tinting his brown eyes in even deeper despair. Jackson took a seat on the couch and hid behind his hands again, wondering why he told you all of this if you were already over him.

He flinched in surprise as he felt your arms around him, hugging him tightly. For once he just gave in and hugged you back, crying silently in your embrace.

“Thank you for telling me, Jacky”, you whispered sweetly into his ear. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

He looked at you surprised, so you explained yourself.

“I fell in love with you because you were a real one. Standing in your truth and being true to who you are. That’s how I have always perceived you, anyways. But then when we started dating, and I never got to know that side of yours. You were too perfect, in a way. And I don’t want perfect. I want real, Jacky.”

His thumb brushed along your cheek, tracing down to your jaw.

“How could you possibly want that?”, his hoarse voice croaked.

You chuckled in response.

“I’m not perfect, Jackson. And I don’t want to be. Don’t you think I get depressed from time to time? We can cry together then. And yes, the thing with your teeth sucks. But I will love you even if you get new ones. And besides that, my teeth don’t hurt but my head does. Often, I get insufferable migraines and have to lie in a pitch-black room, I flinch at light like Dracula himself. Do you think I like that? No, but we all have something. You make it sound like you have to be perfect to be loved. But you don’t.”

The newfound spark in his eyes was noticeable, if only for a quick moment.

“I agree with the people you’ve been seeing, though. Your soul is hurting, Jackson. And that’s okay.”

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, looking at him hopeful.

“You don’t have to heal on your own though. I’d like to help… if you let me?”

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thetrashbinseries · 11 months ago

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— Fahrenheit ( bangchan x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

parts - one, two (explicit)

warnings - idol universe, name changed idols, mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst

x x x

“It’s not rocket science, Chris."

My annoyance hits the roof. What the hell is his problem? Why's he turning this into a damn soap opera?

"You're back in LA. New York—yes or no?"

Chris tiptoes the line ever since last year's scandal close shave. I get playing it safe, but I'm alone in a six-bedroom Jersey fortress. In the U.S. media game, I'm golden. No cancel threats, not yet in my rising career.

But the spotlight got hotter after the last single went viral. Chris, in the crosshairs of relentless management, dances a careful routine.

He's the big shot, leader of the world's hottest K-pop group. His company would shoot themselves in the foot by axing him. Yet, Mr. Libra doesn't dig rocking the boat.

"-I want to, babe, but it's too risky right now."

I sigh. Twisting my computer chair, neon lights bathe me in purples and reds. I'm in the studio, bullshitting on songs for the third album.

I've had it. "Catch you later, Chris." The call drops, facedown on the desk, anger swirling.

"Seriously, fuck you." I spit out, taking it personally.

Being a foreigner feels like the snag. His industry would call me a disgrace tagging along.

I don't need that energy.

Am I settling as his 'little secret'? I'm 29, he's 27 – grown folks. Pings remind me of him, but I silence the noise. Facetime interrupts, Jake, the friend with benefits. Games or busy, no time for emotional plays.

Warner signed my band, deep in commitments, mind racing. A shrink's gift? Adderall for my ADHD.

Now, even less time for the BS.

"Hey, daddy." I purr, thickening my accent.

Jake’s smile fades as he eyes me. "What?" I giggle,

"Stop playing with me like that, y/n."

"How am I playing with you?"

"You're gonna end up with your legs cocked back like last time, girl, cool it."

Laughter ensues. I glimpse his background – a parking garage stairwell. We catch up every couple of weeks via Facetime.

"Where are you at?" I squint.

"Recognize it?" Jake turns his phone, revealing the New York City skyline.

"You're out here? Aw, shit." I lean back in my chair, a half-cocked grin, tongue behind my lower lip.

"Aw, shit is right! What's up? What are you up to tonight?"

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Nah, uh, Jake. We gotta play nice. I got a good thing going on right now."

He sighs, exasperation audible. "You two still a thing? Thought you were photographed over there, outside the JYPE building?"

"I was."

"They ain't letting that fly, you serious, y/n?"

"I mean, they're being hard on him, but we're still trying to make it work." I express more hope than Chris does. Jake’s viewpoint is valid – he's been through the K-pop circuit, burned out, went solo, and found massive international success.

Which is why he bitches about it.

It's unfair.

"I do wanna see you, though," I admit, the need for an adventure kicking in.

"That's my girl. Hey, I'm about to hop in the car. Should be able to make it over in twenty. You at your spot in Jersey?"

"Yes, I am, Jake, but don't come in on no bullshit."

"I'm always on bullshit. See you in twenty."

Jake hangs up before I can fight back.

Why is my grin so wide? I roll my eyes at my own excitement, surprised at how genuinely thrilled I am to be around someone who wants to be with me. Scanning Chris's messages puts me in a better mood.

babydaddy: there’s no way you just hung up like that -_-

babydaddy: this is my life…my career…

babydaddy: why can't you be more patient?? this is hard for me too…

babydaddy: we need to talk tomorrow…

babydaddy: about us, and where this is going.

The last message triggers something in me. My stomach twists like it always does before bad news. It doesn't change, whether in poverty in my hometown or a small Jersey mansion. The same sunken gut reaction. We've been going back and forth, but this sounds... final. At some point, he'll grow sick of it. I know I have.

Yet, there's so much I love about Chris. Selfishly, I don't want him with anyone else. He's the man of my dreams, flawed as he is, he’s human. My human. I panic, feeling like my boat has sprung a leak, desperate to plug it somehow.

Knowing myself, I turn my phone upside down, placing it on my desk and stand up, distancing myself from the setting. Something else would trap me; all I want is not to reply to him with charged emotion. It wouldn't help anything.

Jake’s on his way over.

I take a deep breath, letting my anxiety settle. I'll talk to him; he always has good insight and wisdom beyond his years. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm in comfy mode, barefoot, walking across hardwood floors.

Entering the dimly lit kitchen, I brew hot chocolate, curling my toes against the balls of my feet, cracking knuckles as I chew my lower lip, mind drifting to Chris. Resistance is weaker now; the reasons to text back sound more convincing. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, grab my cup, and sip as I walk past my bearded dragon's tank. It's late; he's asleep, tucked into his pink bed. I stare at each plant, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

My outdoor motion detection buzzes the smartwatch on my wrist, signaling someone's arrival. I glimpse headlights through my foyer. My grin widens; I bite my lip, urging myself to behave.

"Alexa, shuffle my evening playlist on Spotify, downstairs."

The nearest speaker obeys, filling the space with music. My dog scurries around my feet as the doorbell rings, and my bigger dog's deep barks echo throughout the house.

“Hey, cool it!" I shout at them, stepping over the little one weaving through my legs, nipping my ankles for some ungodly reason. I open the door, visibly exasperated, while my larger dog bellows from the top of the stairs.

Jake points to her behind me, furrowing his brows dramatically. "I thought we were friends!"

My dog hurls another final, loud bark before slowly making her way down the stairs. I let Jake in, lock the door, and he takes off his shoes, grabbing a disposable guest pair from the basket by the front door. I turn, starting down the hall, and Jake’s full body weight slams into me from behind, arms wrapping around my body, causing me to stumble. Seemingly unpredictably, he stops us from falling while laughing. I catch my footing, give him a firm shove, swipe stray hair behind my ear, and correct the other side, giving him a side-eye.

"Now, you know damn well I'm too clumsy for some stupid shit like that," I scoff, turning into the living room. I walk over to the glass coffee table near the sofa, grab the nearby gold electric candle lighter, tip it into the wide, three-wick candle, and light each of their blackened tips. The scents of apple-cinnamon, cedar, sandalwood, and vanilla fill the room, complemented by the warm orange glow of well-placed LED lights. I sit on the edge of the sofa, and Jake takes his favorite spot on the oversized black beanbag chair nearby. He pulls his hood off, followed by his knitted beanie, ruffling his dark brown hair.

I've got to say, Jake is a handsome guy, no doubt about it.

But I've got problems, and I've caught heavy feelings for one of my biggest headaches lately—Christopher Bang.

We're in this so deep, at least on my end.

I start to think a little harder, trying to see beyond the rose colored glasses for a moment. His text plays through my head as I scroll on my phone, my excuse being searching for another song to skip to on Spotify. But, of course, I get back to the messages Chris sent earlier.

"About us, and where this is going…"

We'd never had an official conversation about being exclusive. We met by chance, fell for each other, and started sneaking around together. I consider Chris my boyfriend, and I’m saved in his phone under ‘baby.' That's got to mean something, right?

The horror begins to set in—has this been a situationship this whole time? Is that why he never went public?

Anxiety creeps in.

"Yo," Jake snaps his fingers, waving his fingers. Damn, I must've been really distracted, crinkled brows as I stare into my phone, thumb tapping against the glass but not doing anything. I look up at him, raising my brows as if I had just briefly missed something he recently said.

"Hm?" I ask.

He's sitting up more, his left hand stroking one of my cats. "Talk to me, girl," he gestures to the marble ashtray with half of a joint, "And pass it."

I lean forward, grabbing the pink joint and placing it between my lips. I use the lighter nearby, sparking it, blowing a few times, the smoke thick and pungent, rising into the air. I tap it into the ashtray and lean over, passing it his way. Jake takes it graciously, placing it between the center of his pink lips and taking a big inhale. He holds it in, nodding, looking down at it as he blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.

"Chris and I got into it again. He told me they were coming to LA for a show over at KCON, and he was like 'maybe I can fly over to see you,' trying to fit it in, delaying his trip to Korea by like three days, which didn’t seem like a big deal. But then after everything ended, he was just hyper-aware of the attention on them and changed his mind," I begin to explain. Jake has taken a few hits during my story; he's leaning forward, passing me the joint again. I take it, hitting it.

"Did he say why?" he asks. Jake’s voice is low, even-toned. He’s invested in my story and the way I’m feeling, I can tell by the way his laser focus is on me as I speak. His eye contact is intense, fiery, the Aries in him.

"No, he didn’t, and that’s what frustrated me, so we got on a call tonight. He like—called me and was dancing around it, and I was like 'look, it’s not hard, are you coming to New York or not.' I was just... over it," I reply, pausing to take another hit before passing it to Jake once more. "He was all 'I want to, baby, but it's too risky.'” I mock his Aussie accent, and Jake can’t help the cough of smoke that comes out from trying to repress a laugh. He turns his head, full-on coughing a couple of times before he catches his breath again.

"Do you need water?" I ask, successfully holding back my own laugh. I don’t wait for his reply, instead, standing up and taking a few steps over to the mini-fridge and grabbing a bottle of spring water, handing it to him.

Plopping back down on the couch, I sigh. "So I didn’t even let him get the rest of it out. I was like 'ok, I’ll talk to you later' and like, hung up."

Jake places the burnt-out joint tip into the tray, effectively ending our puff-puff-pass session, making us both more relaxed and a little spacey. "Oof, y/n, this is... such a unique situation that very few people go through, and even fewer non-K-idols. I mean, I don’t agree with any of it, right? But it’s not me, and Chan, he’s in like–the peak of their career as a boy group, dude." Jake shakes his head, sitting back, my cat jumping from his lap, considering him having moved too much for his comfort.

"I don’t—care," I blurt.

Jake’s head drops back with a sigh before he picks it up again. "That’s probably part of the problem. Chan’s risking his career; Korea is no joke when it comes to this shit. I promise you, unless you’re physically in the industry as an idol over there, you have no idea. It’s so obsessive, and these companies, the management, they will not let you breathe, and the bigger you are—the tighter they hold onto you because there’s so much more to lose at that point."

He only leaves a half second of pause before he says, "I don’t think you’re compatible with—nor do you deserve, that kind of relationship with anyone."

Ouch.

It hurts that much more because—he’s right

"Now that doesn’t make Chan a bad person, or you a weak person. He’s got a right to this life he’s worked super hard to get to, and you’ve got a right to someone to love you the way you want to be loved, especially while you’re in the beginning stage of becoming great yourself. It’s a huge distraction—maybe not a relationship, but like, that kind of relationship."

I can do nothing but sigh, throwing my hands up and sitting back onto the couch, feeling, well, defeated. Can you blame me? It fucking sucks, the reality of it all that I was trying to avoid.

"Fuck," I finally say aloud.

Jake’s looking at me; I know he feels bad for breaking it down so plain, but he does it because he cares about me and wants the best for me, and I know that. “You still do what you want; it’s your life. Whatever you two decide is what you two decide, but that’s just—my limited experience.”

I scoff with a roll of my eyes, “Limited experience. Yeah ok.”

He laughs.

We both understand the subtext of the brief exchange.

“He says we need to talk tomorrow, about us and ‘where this is going’,” I say with air quotes.

“I mean, hey, it’s an opportunity to get your concerns out there, listen to his, and decide what’s best for you. He’ll decide what’s best for him. If that’s being together, great, if not, great. Either way, you’ll be ok. That’s how I like to see these kinds of things.” Jake says, his words profound and his perspective valuable to me. He leans forward, “We’ve known each other like what? Almost a year now?” I nod to confirm, and he continues, “In that short period of time, I can just—tell that you’re a strong person; you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t. If you ever need someone to talk to, my line is always open.”

I let another long breath go before laying across the sofa on my stomach, bringing myself closer to Jake as I lazily hug a pillow, resting my chin atop it. His advice is logged in my thoughts. I really don’t want to talk about it anymore—the way he phrased it did something to lower my anxiety so I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. “What about you, huh? What’s got you on the East Coast? You’re never over here, rarely in America anymore for real.”

“Yeah, I’ve been—busy, but it’s a blessing, you know? I’m so grateful that so many people support me, as a solo artist, doing my own thing, my way.” Jake never fails to acknowledge those around him that have supported him, and keeps himself grounded and humble somehow through being an international celebrity. “But I was at the Versace show over in Soho. I’ve got a couple of other shows to see for New York Fashion Week, but I touched down and had to come see you.”

I lift a brow. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Jake.”

Without hesitation, he fires back, “I’m not asking you to, y/n.”

It’s enough to drag a snort from me.

He laughs, “The hotels get lonely, and most places I go, I don’t know anyone. I like it here; you’ve done a lot since the last time I was here.” Jake looks around at the decor. He points to a painting of a cat skeleton on a black canvas. “That’s new, I like it.” He says.

“Yeah? I do too; it’s simple but it matches the vibe of the space, I found it by accident one day.”

When Jake says the hotels are lonely, I believe him. He often confides in me about how lonely his lifestyle can be and how it can drive him so crazy that he’ll call everyone through his phone until someone answers, and when that person hangs up, he’ll keep going. More often than not, he doesn’t have anyone to call, despite my insisting that I was an option. Some nights, when it gets really bad, he’ll have a tendency towards drinking, which is something I don’t like, and we’ve talked about ad nauseam. Of course, he’s always welcome in my safe spaces.

“So what’s new with the band? When you texted me the other day, you had like, tons of shit going on that you were freaking out about.” Jake cracks open the bottle of water, taking a gulp.

“I’m flying out to LA next week for a couple of events, but we’re like focused on album three right now; I’ve been locked in the studio just writing.”

“Ok, ok, you got anything for me to hear yet?” He seems to perk up to ask this question.

“Eh, nothing I’m ready to show or anything, just fragments of songs right now. The label is really pushing the work we did with album two to build the hype up for album three, and that’s the one they funded.” I kick my feet slowly in the air behind me as I talk.

“We should do a song together.” Jake says, quite suddenly. He can tell I’m taken aback. I mean, creatively, Jake and I get along great, but we had never discussed merging on a record before. “An official song, I think it could sound incredible.”

I immediately want to agree, of course, but I have a couple of hurdles I know I need to jump now that I’ve gotten to this point in my career. I hated that. I used to be able to agree to a collaboration immediately. But Jake had even more hoops to jump through; he couldn’t commit to something official now either.

So why was he proposing it?

“I gotta ask the label—”

“Fuck the label, dude.” Jake waves his hand, “They don’t have to know anything, not yet. We’ll just work together and see what happens. Whaddya say?”

It takes no thought for me to reply,

“Let’s do it.”

—

Jake wore me down enough to bring him down into the studio, insisting he didn't have anything important to do until tomorrow evening. I don't want to encourage his drinking, but when he spots the whiskey decanter, he gestures to it as I sit down in the main chair in front of the soundboard.

"What’s in there? Hennessy?" He answers his own question as I spin around in the chair to see what he’s talking about. He’s already over at the mini bar, opening it up and whiffing.

"Yeah, but I rarely drink it. I got it for guests." I turn towards my soundboard again, powering it up and waiting for the two large screens to load. I add another thought to the end of my sentence, albeit, to myself. Not like I have guests anyway.

Jake comes over with a glass, the brown liquor sloshing around as he tilts it in my direction. I roll my eyes, taking it, and he’s already got his glass, which he holds out for a toast.

"To the music," Jake says.

"The music." I oblige, clinking his glass and taking my gulp down a lot less gracefully than he does his, before he pours up another for himself. "Don’t overdo it; you’re gonna have a nasty hangover, and I won’t be the one to blame for it." I press a few buttons, and the house lights lower, back to the blue and purple hue I was sitting in earlier.

"I am a grown man that knows my limits." Jake states, matter-of-factly. He sits in the rolling chair at the table alongside me, pulling himself up to the soundboard and sitting back in his chair, sipping his drink as his eyes dance across the screens while I click around, pulling up my digital audio workstation of choice.

I point to the keyboard nearest to him, "Press a key for me?" He does, confirming it's connected and functional, the note ringing out through the monitors.

"Aw yeah." Jake sits up, setting his glass down on the designated cupholder space on the edge of the mixing table as he places both hands on the keys, beginning to fiddle with the limited random keys and chords he had learned how to play while being forced to learn as a trainee. "Damn, it’s been so long." He says, a half smile on his face. I can tell he’s reminiscing, I just can’t tell if it’s good or bad. "You’re so lucky to have control over your music, you know that?" He says, looking over at me before focusing back on the instrument again, slender fingers of his right hand climbing up the keys.

"I don’t really have total control, not anymore. Not sure I ever did." I say with a sigh. "It’s always been like—an Eli and me thing, not just a ‘me’ thing. I just get a little more attention because I’m the one out front, singing." I continue to explain. Jake’s stopped playing, instead choosing to lean in his chair and eye me over the top of his glass as he sips, listening to me with an empathetic nod. "Now with a major label involved, there are so many other factors now."

"You get the final say though, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess I do." I say with uncertainty, not because it isn’t true, but because it still feels like the decisions I make have to be based on what everyone else thinks is best for us. If I vehemently object, I’m persuaded down to the decisions of others. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being gaslit. But I don’t have much time to ruminate on that, since everything is moving forward at top speed.

"Guess it’s complicated?" Jake concedes.

I nod.

"Girl, you got it," Jake croons in his gruff voice, eyes closed, fingers snapping to start a rhythm. "And I know it, baby, why don’t you?”

I nod, sliding him away from the keys as I hit some chords to match his singing. Unsure if it's a freestyle or something pre-written, I catch the composition unfolding. Music flows through me effortlessly—my natural talent that's brought me this far. It didn't happen overnight, but creating is the part of music that feels like pure joy, a distraction from all the BS.

Soon, we're vibing out a hook, laughing for hours, blending funk with '90s groove, a nostalgic fusion. My phone rings, freezing me in place. The weight of unresolved problems crashes over me. Jake senses it; I bolt before he protests. His eyes speak understanding; he knows when to let me deal with my demons. I answer the phone, attempting to steady my voice.

“Hello?”

“You answered.”

It’s Chris.

His voice is tired, ironic, as if he couldn’t believe it himself but didn’t care.

It irritates me. Why call back so soon if compromise isn't on the table?

“I just called to say, that I’ll be there in about four hours.”

A lump forms in my throat; I glance around for a clock. Holed up in the studio with Jake, time escaped me.

“But you said—“

‘First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark, First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark.’

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a few, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

The phone beeps, leaving me in stunned silence. The studio's muted song hums in the background. I'm not ready to face it yet, still figuring out what this sudden visit means.

“Said I wouldn’t do this.” I mutter, pressing my fists against my forehead, heaving a frustrated sigh. I vowed not to let another man stir my emotions, yet here I am—almost having a meltdown. But my feelings are valid. No explanation after a heated argument, and suddenly he's on his way here?

Maybe he got another perspective from the members or his friends. Maybe he thought about it. Either way, he'll be here in four hours. We can hash it out then.

I muster the calm to return to the studio. Jake sits back, his chair turning towards me. “Well?”

I plop onto the nearby sofa. “He’s boarding a flight here now, said he’ll be here in four hours.”

Jake’s brows lift in surprise. “See? I told you…this was going to push you two in some direction it needed to go. Four hours? My man, okay BangChan!” Jake laughs, toasting with his glass. “So I added some drums, check it out.” He plays the track; the groove multiplies.

“You added that part too?” I notice another musical flair, and he nods proudly. After a few seconds, he turns it off, a slow fade of the volume knob.

“I think that’s enough for me to work with for now, what do you think?”

"The skeleton is definitely there, but what about more instruments?" I question. Jake pushes his chair back, picks up his hoodie, slipping it on as he stands up.

“It’s enough to write to; we can come back to it; if Chan’s on his way here, the last thing he needs is to see another guy here late night.” He slips on his shades, his phone reflected in them as he orders an Uber Black. I didn't think he cared like this, feeling closer to him; he did what he felt was best. I was freaking out about how to get him out in time, and Jake took the initiative.

A relieved sigh escapes me. “I owe you.”

“Absolutely nothing. You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart. I had a good time here tonight.” He tucks his phone in his jacket pocket. “Twelve minutes.”

I nod. “Follow me upstairs, I made some cookies yesterday; you can take some with you.”

“Ooh what kind?”

“Chocolate chip.”

“A classic.”