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kaiso-woo · 1 year ago

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First for Everything

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-> Masterlist

PART 9 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING PART 8 FIRST, it'll be more satisfying.

WC: 3.3k | Synopsis: Hm so... sidong georeo noko oneul bamdo drive~ for the first time? Like it's more so just the foreplay, I don't actually write the swiji anko dallyeo feel the heat inside~ part, and then there's the aftermath.

Notes: Borderline Smut (foreplay-ish?, anyone else hot or is it just me?), Kisses- uh uhm yeah, Fluff, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NO MENTION IN THIS FIC

PART 9

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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You smile and pick up your pen once more, scribbling down some carefully chosen words. Beside you, a slight breeze ruffles the curtains, the suns glow warming you as you work. This is perhaps, the worst part about opening up a new Café in Korea: the financing. Café Studio has never been more successful, and at the behest of your boyfriend, you decided to expand – “You should set one up in Korea baby, then you can work in that one and I get to see you all the time.”

Now you were here, in Korea, almost completely set up and ready to go. Chris is with you today, deciding that he'd rather work on a few things in the comfort of your house rather than at JYPE. One of the many benefits of moving to Korea - now he's practically around the corner. His nights as of late have been split fairly evenly between working away at JYPE, hanging out at his dorm, and snuggling away with you at home.

You stretch and turn around in your comfy swivel chair to watch the man in question on the couch. He’s humming quietly as he clicks away on his computer, occasionally pausing with a crinkle of his forehead as he listens to the track through his headphones.

Your head curiously tilts to the side, watching his fingers smoothly type, then pause to click the mouse, and then you watch as he rubs his face, stressed and displeased with his progress. Chris groans, tears his headphones off his head and flops back into the couch dejectedly, a feeble whine of frustration escaping his plush lips.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to stop yourself from nagging him about how he works too hard. He will always work hard, as will you, and he needed to stop procrastinating as well. The downside to him being home with you was that he would prefer to snuggle with you and spend time with you rather than keep up with his work. He’s been yours for a couple of years now, and he takes every opportunity he can to stay by your side, increasingly so, craving your affection.

Chris hears your discontent, and his head snaps up. He drags a hand through his fluffy hair with wide eyes and a questioning smile, “You good?”

He chuckles at your silence and his characteristic smile morphs into a silly grin, happy to simply have your attention. The fluttering warmth that floods through your soul threatens to overflow, and it is with every last piece of self-restraint that you force yourself to nod, instead of abandoning your work and joining him for a cuddle on the couch.

For a minute, the both of you just stare at each other. You can see the amused glimmer in his dark eyes distinctly, and it only intensifies when he raises his eyebrows and slides his computer off his lap onto the couch. He pushes himself up and slowly walks over to you, stopping in front of your chair so you have to crane your neck slightly to look up at him properly. You remain silent as he stares down at you, analysing you perhaps.

He grabs the back of your chair and swivels you around so you’re facing your paper work again abruptly. “Go back to your work,” Chris laughs, cheekily ruffling your hair and messing it up thoroughly. You huff and try to spin around again, but he’s preventing you from doing so, his strong hands vice-like on the chair.

“You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. Not my Dad. Quit telling me what to do,” you whine, knowing full well that he has every right to tell you what to do. He laughs again, and the genuine sound sends chills sprinting up your spine. “I’ll tell Jack to message you then. He’ll tell you to get back to work.” Chris snickers, and you freeze, slowly lowering your pen onto the desk.

“Jack… isn’t my Dad either,” you murmur, and Chris leans in, wrapping his arms around your neck loosely and placing his chin on your head. “He’s my Dad, so that means he’s yours too. Well… at least soon he will be,” you can hear his smile as he says this, and your brain is abruptly encased in ice. He really needs to stop joking about this - my fucking god.

“You… smooth… fucker…” you mumble, trying to cover up your sudden incapability to function as a human being. He's basically proposed... for the hundredth time... Chris spins you around to face him, one of his arms shifting to push up against the desk behind you so he’s leaning over you. Your lungs stop working as he draws even closer, his breath tickling your ear. “Glad to know you think I’d be a smooth fucker,” he whispers seductively, and your heart must've gotten stuck in your throat, because you're incapable of speaking.

Chris moves so that his nose brushes yours gently, his eyes piercing your own, mischievous at the sight of the blush spreading from your cheeks to your ears. “Maybe later we can find out if I’m as smooth as you think,” he continues, before softly kissing you, the plus of his lips moulding comfortably with yours, a lingering taste of pineapple letting you know he's recently been drinking the juice.

A/N: I am fed up. The amount of time's I've gone to punch something is innumerable. Someone be this smooth with me, come on.

Your mouth falls open as he moves away, back to his computer and his comfy couch, leaving the air around you sizzling with tense energy. The vacant spot in front of you, where he just was, feels awfully empty.

You’d think that you’d be used to this kind of thing by now, what with how often he's an atrocious tease, but you aren’t. You’ll never get used to his flirty ass.

Chris continues to work as if nothing happened, but after a minute, he realises you’re still sitting there, dumbstruck, and he slowly inhales... and exhales... his eyes fluttering closed. He clears his throat nervously, and your breath hitches in your throat when he chews his bottom lip, contemplating something. “Go back to your work babe. Please,” he sighs, with his eyes still closed. You shake yourself awake and order yourself to be a functioning fucking human being. Control yourself.

You fold your arms and cross one leg over the other, an eyebrow arching in defiance. “It is literally your fault that I stopped working,” you scowl, and his eyes flash open, the sudden intensity in his gaze causing you to jerk back in surprise. He stands up again and moves swiftly back towards you. “Up,” he commands. “Sorry, what?” “Get up. Out of the chair.”

You hesitantly stand up and step to the side, snorting in annoyance when Chris sits down in your recently vacated chair. “C’mere,” he murmurs, a determined gleam in his eyes. Your eyebrows quirk again, “I’m already here.” He offers a coy smile and his eyes narrow, “I mean… sit down.” (A/N: Be humble...)

“On… the floor?” You think you know where he’s going with this, and you’re not entirely sure you’re in the right head space to be sitting in his lap at the moment. “You really are stubborn,” he grins, shaking his head. You yelp as he promptly leans over and grabs you by the waist, pulling you towards him and forcing you to sit snugly in his lap. He rearranges himself so you’re sitting between his legs, and you squirm, trying to get comfortable. Chris inhales sharply and tenses around you. “Stop-” he chokes, hands tightening briefly around your waist, “mmhm- don’t do that.”

You freeze, and naturally, your head disappears straight into the gutter at his stuttered breathing. “Sorry- I didn’t mean to-” you begin, but he interrupts you, his thumbs caressing your hips gently. “Go on. Write. I’ll edit and help you along the way,” he mumbles, and you laugh, your embarrassment fading quickly. “What would you know about business reports?”

“Come on darling. I practically own Stray Kids, I think I know quite a bit,” he answers simply, a slight tone of exhaustion lingering in the air. You don’t know what to say in response to that, and even if 'practically owning Stray Kids' has anything to do with business reports, so instead you try to actually focus on your work. After a couple of minutes of blankly staring and writing down one word (‘and’), you sigh in defeat.

“How in the hell am I supposed to focus when you’re hugging me, and I’m sitting in your lap?” You grumble, but Chris just shrugs. “I dunno. Figure it out baby ‘cause I don’t plan on going anywhere.” You scowl at his response and rub your forehead in frustration, then decide to give up completely. Your pen drops to the desk with a clatter, and you flop back to rest your head on Chris’ shoulder, curling up slightly and burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

You inhale his vanilla under toned scent and sigh in content. His arms snake around your waist to hug you properly, and you hear him moan slightly as your breath tickles his neck, tiny little goosebumps on his skin blurred in your vision. After a small smile, you press a chaste kiss to his neck, and his exhale is stuttered again, his chest falling in an awkwardly disjointed manner.

Chris’ hands unexpectedly slip under your sweater, and you shiver at the sudden contact. He begins to rub absent circles on your skin, and you hum appreciatively. “Feels nice…” you whisper and Chris releases another shuddering breath. “Baby, I think- I think it might be best if… if…” he begins, his voice quieter than usual. You raise your head and try to read his expression; distracted… and conflicted.

His soothing hand movements on your hip cease and he grips your sweater instead. He gulps and momentarily breaks eye contact, licking his lips nervously, before he stares at you again. His breathing is extremely controlled, and as you move to try and get off his lap his eyes flutter shut with a sharp intake of breath. Experimentally, you wriggle in his lap again, eyeing his expression. Chris throws his head back, something close to a whine escaping from his mouth, the sound shooting straight through to your core. "If you keep-" he begins, his eyes still screwed shut tightly, "If you keep-"

“Am I not allowed to move?” You ask curiously as he rubs his face vigorously. Oh you know you're not supposed to move. “Ah… no. No you can movuhmmmhm-" his sentence is cut short as you shift again, and he tilts his head up to stare at you, his gaze piercing, "You know exactly what you're fucking doing, don't you?"

A small smile cracks onto his face, his eyes shimmering, and your stomach erupts into butterflies at the sight. “Alright, well I’m getting kind of hot I might change…” you grin nervously, then hop off him as quickly as you can. You leave him on the spinning chair and walk over to your walk-in-wardrobe. As you do so, you hear Chris mumble something along the lines of “I’ll just… read over what you’ve done so far.”

As soon as you enter the confines of your wardrobe you sink down to the floor, your hands clutching your head, in a bit of a panic. What the fuck? Why are you- your brain is filled with way too many unholy thoughts all at once and you quietly scream. Stop. BUT HIS LAUGH- AND HIS HANDS- AND HIS LITTLE WHINE- AND HIS MOAN- AGHIOEHGOIEHOGIAEETIOASD! (A/N: Just like me fr). You take a deep breath and try to control your thoughts… and your hormones.

Once you feel calm enough you stand up and take your time to pick out a shirt and some shorts. You quickly slip into your shorts, remove your sweater and are reaching for your shirt when you hear the flutter of falling paper behind you. You swivel around and become a statue of Medusa’s when you notice Chris standing there; your pen hanging limply from his right hand, your paper works scattered sadly on the floor, his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. “Fuck? I am so sorry-”

It’s not like you haven’t seen each other without a shirt on before, you’ve been together for a while already.

“Chris, it’s okay, it’s nothing you haven’t-” “You’re really not making this any easier for me,” he grumbles, and then suddenly he’s pressed up against you, pinning you to the wall with your hands above your head, his lips smashing into yours fiercely. He pulls away swiftly however, and your breaths mingle as he tilts his head, his eyes trained to your lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers again, and your heart threatens to implode as one of his hands lowers to cup your face, the other tightening around your wrists above your head. Carefully, his thumb caresses your bottom lip, pulling it downwards slightly, before he leans back in.

This time… when he presses his lips to yours, something snaps.

Chris pulls you closer, carefully sliding his knee between your thighs, shoving it harshly right up against your clothed heat, which throbs almost painfully thanks to the pressure and friction. Once the necessity for oxygen becomes too overwhelming, you separate, panting. Chris turns away from you and runs his hands through his hair again in a desperate panic. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," he croaks, inhaling sharply.

Something is possessing you right now. Cause it’s not you. Surely. You step forwards and spin him around, snatching at his shirt to pull him in for more. Your body is moving on its own. You press yourself so close to him that Chris stumbles back slightly, but welcomes your hungry kisses all the same, just as eager, if not more so, his hands running rampant on your body.

You gasp as his hands shift to under your butt to hoist you up, squeezing it momentarily, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your legs around his waist, hand tangling swiftly into his hair, and he staggers out of your wardrobe, never breaking the kiss. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and you tug at his hair slightly in response, lost in the moment.

Chris abandons your lips to attack your neck, still stumbling around almost deliriously, trying to navigate his way across the bedroom. You moan and tilt your head slightly, trying to give him more access. "I love you," Chris breathes against your skin, before returning to suck on a particularly sensitive spot, "God I fucking love you."

Finally, you both topple onto your bed, the action causing your eyes to snap open as your back hits the silky covers. You’re met with two brown eyes staring down at you, two eyes dark with a foreign emotion. You press a hand to your chest, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart as Chris breathes heavily.

He watches you absently, then returns to kissing a hot trail on your neck and brushes your hair out the way as he moves slightly lower. You groan when he kisses a particularly sensitive area back on your neck, and Chris pauses, his hot breath fanning out on your skin. His eyes are trained on the same spot, and after a second, he leans back down to slowly kiss it, his delight evident in his sinful grin when his actions elicit the same sound from you.

Chris focuses his attention right there, his tongue swiping, teeth grazing, kisses digging deeper, harsher, sucking slightly, until there's a beautiful mark left behind. You're an absolute squirming mess below him.

Your hands shoot up to his head, burying them deep into his fluffy hair as his tongue swipes on your burning skin. “Chris…” you groan, as he takes a moment to admire the love bite he’s successfully left on your neck. Abruptly, he grabs your hand and places it on his chest. Your eyes widen as you feel his heartbeat, thumping just as fast as yours.

“Can… you feel… what you’re doing to me?” He mumbles, pulling your hand up to his mouth to kiss your fingertips softly. He lowers himself to kiss along your collarbones, then skips your bra and down to your stomach.

A/N: I can’t even fucking describe this shit right now. Where are my delulu pills?

A whimper escapes your mouth and your legs tighten around him, desperate for some friction. “Look… at what… you’re doing… to me…” Chris growls, each phrase punctuated by ravenous kisses that send a sparks running through you. Suddenly he collapses onto you, his head resting on your stomach, and you yelp in surprise. “Fucking hell. Baby, I cannot do this…” he whispers, his voice shaking.

You reach down to softly play with his hair, thinking. “You can’t do what?” You eventually ask and his head snaps up. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He whispers, his eyes clouded. Slowly, you nod and Chris pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a mild glare on his face. The air is squished out of your gut as Chris presses on your stomach to move back up to your face, and his nose is brushes yours softly, your lips tingling as his breath falls back onto them.

He continues to whisper, eyeing your lips again, “Are you really sure… you want me to answer that?” He repeats and you gulp. “Yes-?” You answer but you’re immediately cut off by him closing the gap between your lips and kissing you hungrily.

“I cannot do this-” he kisses your jaw, “because I’m struggling to resist-” he kisses your lips, “the urge…” he moves down to your neck and kisses the already marked area. You hiss as he finishes his sentence, “to fuck you senseless…”.

A moan escapes you after Chris’ tongue flicks your lips. He’s moving from one place to the next so quickly it’s driving you positively insane. “Christ… topher…” you groan as he deepens the kiss, absolutely devouring you. You tug at his hair desperately and he chuckles, but his low chuckle turns into a shocking laugh, and he rolls off you, now lying beside you, staring angrily at the ceiling.

“Fuck I cannot do this!” He yells, his voice painfully cracking, half crying half laughing. You’re in a bit of a daze, your mind replaying the same scene over and over again. He wants to… to…

Chris releases an exasperated sigh and sits down on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. You hesitate, then make up your mind and turn your head to watch him.

“Why are you resisting?” You bite your lip anxiously when Chris completely freezes. You can’t even see him breathing. Then he responds, his voice muffled due to him refusing to remove his hands from his face, “My head says stop but my body clearly wants you.”

You sigh and crawl over to him, then grab a fistful of his hoodie and pull him back onto the bed. Now you’re looking at an upside-down version of Chris. You stare at each other hard, and you brush his hair away and kiss his forehead lovingly.

“Maybe you should ignore your head…” you whisper with a smile. “I don’t want- you said you were scared- what?” “I... want you too… I'm... I'm not scared anymore…” you reassure him and it’s amazing how quickly his mood switches up. In quick succession, he flips himself the right way and pushes you down onto your back. “Say that again,” he demands. “I'm not scared anymore?” You respond. “No… the other one… say it again…” “I... want you too…?”

His eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep breath, “Are you… sure about this?” he quietly asks, hands scrunching the bed sheets anxiously. You smile softly at him and lean up to kiss his cheek gently, "I'm sure."

Chris' eyes flicker open hesitantly, and as he exhales, he dotingly tucks some of your hair behind your ear, "I'll look after you I promise. I'll be careful." "I know you will." He hesitates, his eyes searching yours desperately, "Fuck, baby I want you so badly but are you sure?"

You don't answer.

Instead, you pull him down and kiss him, your hands travelling along his chest to grab the hem of his hoodie. You pull it up and help him remove it. “You were right… it looks like I will find out if you’re a smooth fucker…” you grin, and Chris rolls his eyes. “I can be more than smooth, but that's for another time.”

You groan and try to roll over, but your face scrunches up when you realise that you can’t. For a moment you’re confused – then you notice the arms wrapped around you, preventing you from moving, and smile. Chris looks incredibly peaceful when he’s sleeping. You’d be content to just listen to his breathing for the entire day if given the opportunity.

Your mind begins to work through the haze of sleep, and your eyes widen, face heating up in seconds, remembering the events of that morning. You gasp, but quickly cover your mouth, not wanting to wake your boyfriend. It didn’t work. Chris grumbles and hugs you tighter, one of his eyes cracking open. “Good afternoon sunshine…” he mumbles, yawning. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” you respond, guilt evident in your voice.

“Did you have a good nap, hmm…?” He asks, staring at you with a smirk on his face. “What- yes?” “Oh I bet it was good. Especially after-” You cover his mouth to stop him from speaking and wriggle out of his grip. Then you proceed to tumble out of the bed and stand up gingerly, planning on making your way to your wardrobe, again, for some fresh clothes.

You take a step and wince slightly – it hurts a bit. You can walk though, well- you can until Chris appears out of nowhere and scoops you up bridal style. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He asks worriedly, his eyes wide and panicked.

“No- no you weren't, I'm okay!” Is your instant reply, and a sly smirk emerges on Chris’ face, which of course, makes your heart seize. “I guess that means it's time for round two then baby,” he chuckles, dumping you back on the bed. You stare at him in astonishment. “Let me ruin you this time, sweetheart?"

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-> PART 10 -> Masterlist

A/N: Well then.

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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specs-tacularmen · 3 years ago

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박일서&김지헌 이이공삼일일

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snowbarryiscoming · 4 years ago

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The First Time- J-Hope

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO OUR HOBI, OUR SUNSHINE, OUR BABY, OUR JHOOOOOOPE.

For the past few days, I’ve been stuck in my house because of the winter storm that’s been here in Texas, so I haven’t been on the internet for days, and it feels weird but it’s interesting to see how we rely our entertainment on the internet.

Anyways, as I’ve stated before, my Korean translations come from Google as I do not speak Korean, although now I do want to visit Korea

And I do apologize if some of these are shorter than the others, since I don’t really know what to do sometimes. But hopefully you guys like it

Thank youuuuuu

You were currently at home, binge watching Grey’s Anatomy, bundled up in your blanket which a bowl of popcorn in front of you.

Your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, was at the dance studio learning the dance for the new song. He had texted you before he started and let you know that he might come home late. You already knew that, since always gave his 110% into every dance he learns.

As you continued your binge watching, your phone rang with your boyfriend’s face popping up on the screen. Pausing the show, you answered it with a smile.

“Hey, jagi. Gogineun eottae?” (hey, baby. how’s it going over there?)

“Aju joh-a. Sonyeondeul-i chum-eul baeudolog dowa. Nan dangsin-i geuliwoyo.” (very good. just helping the boys learn the dance. i miss you)

“nado dangsin-i geuliwoyo. Naneun oneul bam dangsin-eulbogo sip-eo gidalil su eobs-seubnida.” (i miss you too. i can’t wait to see you tonight.)

“Balageondae.” (hopefully)

It was hard for you sometimes, because you knew that for the most part, you didn’t see him until the day after, you were usually asleep by the time he came home.

“Salang haeyo, aljyo?“ (i love you, you know?)

“Al-a.” (i know)

After a few more minutes talking, you both hung up and you resumed your show as he resumed to his dance.

Around 4 o’clock, you began to feel hungry, so you decided to make some dinner for the two of you, even though he wasn’t home.

And then you got an idea.

If he couldn’t come home to you, then you’d go to him.

Packing up the dinner, dessert, drinks and everything in between, you headed out the door and texted one of the boys for the address to the studio. You had never been there, but you thought it was time to change things around.

Once you arrived to the studio, you got out and grabbed everything and headed inside. Jungkook was there waiting, as you told him to help you find Hobi.

“Hi, Noona.”

“Hey, Kookie.”

He gave you his famous bunny smile as he led you down some halls.

“Smells good.”

“Naneun jeonyeog-eul mandeul-eossda.” (i made dinner)

“Moduleul-wihan?” (for everyone?)

You gave him a look with a smile as he gave you a teasing smile while he opened the door. When you walked in, you saw your boyfriend dancing his heart out. He didn’t notice you until he heard Jungkook and glanced into the mirror and saw you. He paused the music and turned to you while trying to catch his breath.

“Baby.”

He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips before glancing at the picnic basket.

“Naneun jeonyeog-eul gajyeowassda.” (i brought dinner)

“Geunyeoneun geugeos-eul mandeul-eossda.” (she made it)

Hobi smiled at you as you set the basket down. He pressed a kiss on your cheek as he placed a hand on your arm.

“Uli jogeum meog-eul su iss-eoyo al gessjiyo? Meonjeo mamulihagessseubnida.” (we can eat in a little bit, okay? let me finish up first)

You nodded and he went back to his dance as you took a seat next to the basket with Jungkook sitting next to you. The music started again and you glanced at Jungkook, who was on his phone. You scooted over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, and it made him glance at you, but he did nothing to stop you. Your eyes were focused on Hobi, only Hobi, and the way he danced.

You loved to see him dancing, as you thought it was sexy. He was such a good dancer, but you never really told him that.

Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to your or Hobi at all, but when he felt you slipping he readjusted your position so that you were resting on his thigh.

“Hoseok.”

He was waving his hands to get the older boy’s attention and Hobi glanced at him through the mirror. He stopped the music and went over to him only to notice you had fallen asleep waiting for him

Again

“Naneun geunyeoleul jib-eulo delyeo galgeoya. Annyeonghi jumuseyo, Jungkook.” (i’m going to take her home now. goodnight, jungkook)

“Annyeonghi jumuseyo.”

Hobi took you home along with the dinner that you made, which had now gotten cold. He felt bad for you, since you made dinner, drove all the way to the studio just to fall asleep.

You woke up from your sleep in the car ride home, Hobi in the driver’s seat.

“Uli jib-e galgeoya?” (we’re going home?)

“Joesong haeyo. Neon yeogikkaji waseo naleul gidalimyeo jamdeul-eoss eo.” (i’m sorry. you came all this way and you fell asleep waiting for me)

“Dangsin-eun mianhal pil-yoga eobs-seubnida. Neoneun chumchuneun geol joh-ahae. Chumchuneun dong-an segsi hae boyeo.” (you don’t have to be sorry. you love to dance. and you look sexy while you dance)

Hobi smirked. “Segsihan?” (sexy?)

“Maeu segsihada.” (very sexy)

“Uliga jib-e dochaghal ttaekkaji gidalyeo.” (just wait until we get home)

Any slumber that you felt prior was now replaced with excitement. You bit your lip as he placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed. Your eyes met his and you could tell he was excited as much as you were.

Once you got home, he went into the kitchen to set the dinner down and you followed him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Segseuleulhago sipji anhdamyeon.” (if you don’t want to have sex)

“Naneunhanda. Cheoeum in geon aljiman salanghaneun salamgwa hamkkehago sip-eoyo.” (i do. i know that it would be my first time, but I want to do this with the person I love)

He turned around and gazed into your eyes as he smiled. Pressing his lips to yours, he pulled you close by your waist as your hands went up to cup his cheeks. He tapped the back of your thighs and murmured jump on your lips, and you did so. He carried you to your bedroom and set you on the bed. Without wasting another second, he discarded himself of his clothes and then you of yours.

He looked to you for confirmation and you nodded, letting him know to continue. Grabbing the condom, he rolled it on and was then pressing his length into you, filling you up to the brim.

“Hobi.”

His hands found yours and your fingers interlocked with his as he began to thrust into you. He let out a moan, which made you even wetter. Hearing him moan was like music to your ears.

“Deo ppalli. Deo sege.” (faster. harder)

“Hwagsilhae?” (you sure?)

You nodded and he let go of your hands to flip you over onto your hands and knees. He lined himself up again and you moaned even louder when he filled you up. Your hands gave in and you moaned into the pillow as he thrusted harder, faster, deeper, just like you wanted. Every time he moaned, it made you wetter and each thrust brought you closer to the edge.

When you hit your climax, it came all at once. You shouted his name, he had you in his arms, your head was tilted back against his shoulder. His climax happened during yours, you felt his warmth filling up the condom as his hips were stilled against your backside. He gently laid you on the bed as he hovered above, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out, making you gasp.

“Joh-eun?” (good)

“Nollal manhan.” (amazing)

Once he got everything cleaned up, he got into bed with you and cuddled you while he played with your hair.

“Naega neomu neujge chum-eul chuneun geos-i dangsin-eul goelob hinayo?” (does it bother you that i dance so late?)

“Aniyo,hajiman ttaeloneun oelowojibnida.” (no, but it does get lonely sometimes)

Hobi was silent before he glanced at you. “Nawa hamkke chum-eul chuleowassdamyeon?” (what if you came to dance with me?)

“Mwo?”

“Jeon-e chumchuneun geol bwass-eoyo. Igeos-eun uliga hamkke deo manh-eun sigan-eul bonael su issdolog.” (i've seen you dance a little bit before. this would let us spend more time together)

“Dangsin-ui salm-ui ilbuleul nawa hamkke nanugo sipseubnikka?” (you want to share a part of your life with me?)

“I love you.”

You gave him a smile and leaned up to kiss him.

“And I love you.”

And so each time there was a new dance, you were there with him to learn it and help the boys learn it.

Hobi wanted you in his life and he would share anything he could just to have you there by his side, which you will be

Always

#jung hoseok #jung hosoek smut #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts #jhope #jhope imagine

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multifandumbass · 3 years ago

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[3racha studio with only jisung]

jisung: imma tape these fun poems up to show them.

the poems: roses are red

youre the one and only

iron man in the streets

but im better than tony

roses are red

my phone continues to lag

Neon oneul fionahae naneun shrek

miuna gouna yuchihan swag

roses are red

i fucking love bunnies

cause im a nice guy

who just has a lot of money

roses are red

i like to say bruh

please

lemme open that door for ya

roses are red

seungmin is in the secret service

woo lemme take you to a restaurant

gogeub shikdang hallelluya man in the terrace

#stray kids #han #han jisung #jisung #j.one #peter han

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manifesting-catboy-vexen · 4 years ago

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You can be my Fiona, I’ll be your Shrek - A Changbin fanfiction

Genre: Fantasy

- No smut

-No romance

-Very short (like Changbin lol) summary: Changbin ends up in the world of Shrek

Chapter One

It’s the year 2022. „Wow“ by 3Racha has become one of the most popular songs in the Stray Kids fandom.

“We’re gonna have a concert soon. Better practice a few lines. I really can’t believe I’ll have to perform Wow. Wow out of all song…” Changbin thought. He was hanging out in the studio, no one else was there. He started rehearsing his part in Wow. “Neon oneul pionahae naneun syurek miuna gouna yuchihan swag”₁ , he rapps. Suddenly he felt something. Something strange was happening to him. His body started to feel light. It was like he was starting to float. He looked to the floor, but his feet still stood on it. Then, he was beginning to lose his consciousness. He fought against it. “No! This can’t be happening!” He fell to the floor. Chan, who was walking in the hallway, since he couldn’t find the toilet, heard the noise. He went to the studio and opened the door. “Everything alright in there?” he asked. But no one responded. Changbin wasn’t there anymore.

“Where am I?” Changbins head hurt.₂ He looked around, but his vision was blurry. He smelled it before he could see it. The smell was horrible. “Where the hell am I? What’s this smell?” He looked around again and realised: “A swamp. And it looks oddly familiar…” There in front of him was a strange looking hut. His mind was clearing up. “Oh my god… It can’t be.” Before he could form another thought, something stepped out of the huts door. Something big and green. Changbins eyes widened. “It’s Shrek”, he accidently said out loud. “Yeah, and who are you?” Shrek asked. “Ah, n-no o-o-one in pa-particular,” Changbin stuttered. He was scared for his life. “How could this have happened?” He just couldn’t believe it. The last thing he remembered was him being in the studio and passing out. “No one in particular? That’s strange. You definitely don’t look familiar. What are you supposed to be anyway?” Changbins thought process was interrupted. “Wha-What? I am a human of course.” “A human? You don’t look like it. You’re a little… pink…” “Pink?! What do you mean pink?” Changbin felt insulted for some reason. Then he decided to look down… “What the hell?! What am I?” “You look shocked, have you never seen yourself in a mirror or something? You know, we have one in our house. Fiona and the children are currently away. So I’ll invite you in.” “Th-thanks, I guess.” Changbin had a thought in the back of his head, but he wasn’t sure about it. He followed Shrek inside the hut. “So… uh, ‘no one in particular’, the mirror’s right there”, Shrek pointed to a corner. Changbin was a little afraid of actually looking in the mirror, but he decided that it couldn’t be helped anyways. There he stood, in front of the mirror. He felt himself shaking. “No No No! That can’t be happening!” His cute round eyes were staring at his pink-ish reflection. He wasn’t looking at the usual, very handsome (Changbins own reception) face. He had turned into his cute, pink, bunny-pig-hybrid, Skzoo-self, Dwaekki.

₁Authors note: We all know this line, don’t we ;).

₂Authors note(2): Muhri appeun da, or something lol

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids meme #changbin fanfic #shrek #lol #fanfic

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solplparty · 3 years ago

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Lyrics Video | SOUND SURGEON - Santa Dear (with FLORA) | CHRISTMASES https://youtu.be/RyMEZRKSNDw 매일 새로운 음악을 만나고 싶다면 다날엔터 구독( ღ'ᴗ'ღ ) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpmctTnUfbeoycGhieZQAmw/ 🎤 Artist : SOUND SURGEON 🎵 Song : Santa Dear (with FLORA) 👉 Album : CHRISTMASES - #SOUNDSURGEON #SantaDear #CHRISTMASES Dear Santa 내년 크리스마스에도 우리 모두 함께 하게 해주세요 :) From Sound Surgeon 뮤직 프로덕션 SOUND SURGEON의 크리스마스 EP는 가족, 연인, 친구 누구와 들어도 따뜻한 크리스마스를 보낼 수 있는 곡들로 이루어진 미니 앨범이다. 실력파 아티스트 conch, FLORA, 안재필이 보컬리스트로 참여해 앨범을 다채롭게 표현했다. 모두들 Merry Christmas - 곡별 한줄 요약 Track 1. Ho Ho Ho (with conch) "이번 크리스마스에 많은 것을 바라지 않아요. 날 꽉 안아줘요. 그거면 충분해요." Track 2. Santa Dear (with FLORA) "환상적인 밤. 내게 다가와 나를 밝혀줘요. 나는 당신의 곁에서 가장 빛이 나요." Track 3. Everyday is Merry Christmas (with 안재필) "우리가 함께있으면 매일 매일이 크리스마스같아요. 우리의 사랑이 베이비 핑크 색으로 물들어요." [Credit] Track 1. Ho Ho Ho (with conch) Lyrics by AllThou, Joy Yoon Composed by AllThou, Joy Yoon, FLORA, Suhyun Kim Arranged by Suhyun Kim, AllThou, FLORA Vocal conch Piano Suhyun Kim Bass Suhyun Kim MIDI Programming Suhyun Kim, AllThou String Programming Suhyun Kim BGVs AllThou, FLORA Vocal Arranged by AllThou, FLORA String Arranged by Suhyun Kim Digital edited by ZEREY, DOOKIE at Sound Surgeon Recorded by DOOKIE at Sound Surgeon Mixed by ZEREY at Sound Surgeon Mastered by Hyewon Kim at Sound Surgeon Track 2. Santa Dear Lyrics by AllThou, FLORA Composed by AllThou, FLORA, WABLE, Oneul Arranged by Oneul, AllThou, FLORA Vocal FLORA Keyboard/Synth Oneul Bass Oneul String Programming Oneul MIDI Programming Oneul, AllThou Drum Programming Oneul BGVs AllThou, FLORA Vocal Arranged by AllThou, FLORA String Arranged by Oneul Digital edited by ZEREY, DOOKIE at Sound Surgeon Recorded by ZEREY at Sound Surgeon Mixed by Sue Kim at DudoniLab Mastered by Hyewon Kim at Sound Surgeon Track 3. Everyday is Merry Christmas (with 안재필) Lyrics by AllThou, FLORA Composed by FLORA, AllThou, Suhyun Kim Arranged by Suhyun Kim, AllThou, FLORA Vocal 안재필 Piano Suhyun Kim Synth Suhyun Kim Bass 이재명 MIDI Programming Suhyun Kim Drum Programming Suhyun Kim BGVs AllThou, FLORA, DODEE, Ssong Vocal Arranged by AllThou, FLORA String Arranged by Suhyun Kim Digital edited by ZEREY, DOOKIE at Sound Surgeon Recorded by DOOKIE, ZEREY at Sound Surgeon Mixed by DOOKIE at Sound Surgeon Mastered by Hyewon Kim at Sound Surgeon - Album Director/Producer AllThou Producers Suhyun Kim, FLORA, Oneul Executive Producer AllThou at Sound Surgeon Artwork by 구이공사 at Studio A_rest Snowy Logo Idea by Tannaroy Lyric Video edited by Hyunjin Im Special Thanks to Santa Claus and Caffeine ⓒ Danal Entertainment Inc. All rights reserved. - For More Information'◡'✿ http://music.danalenter.co.kr/ https://www.instagram.com/danalent_music/ http://www.facebook.com/DanalentMusic #다날엔터테인먼트 #DanalEntertainment #다날엔터뮤직 DanalEntertainment

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felix-eternal-sunshine-fanfic · 4 years ago

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You can be my Fiona, I’ll be your Shrek - A Changbin Fanfiction

Genre: Fantasy

- No smut

-No romance

-Very short (like Changbin lol) summary: Changbin ends up in the world of Shrek

Chapter One

It’s the year 2022. „Wow“ by 3Racha has become one of the most popular songs in the Stray Kids fandom.

₁Authors note: We all know this line, don’t we ;).

₂Authors note(2): Muhri appeun da, or something lol

#stray kids memes #stray kids fanfic #aspiring author #lol #changbin fanfic #shrek #fanfiction #fanfic

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chae296 · 7 years ago

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Chapter 3: Nothing Comes Easy

[Ong Seongwoo, 9.30PM, Dance Studio 83 Building]

“Dul.. set.. net.. tak tak, tak tak tak. Jjan!”

Tok tok. Dari arah pintu kedengeran suara yang cukup memecahkan konsentrasiku.

“Hyeong, annyeong~!” sahut pemilik suara ceria yang masuk ke ruangan studio dance.

“Oh? Wae yeogi isseo ni-deul?”

Jihoon dan Daniel masuk ke ruangan dan menghempaskan diri mereka di sofa samping kaca.

“Ck ck ck, hyeong. Dikasih istirahat malah milih ke studio dance, neo wae irae?” Daniel melemparkan handuk dan sekaleng Pocari Sweat ke arahku.

“Gomawo,” jawabku sambil meneguk minuman segar itu “Geunyang. Gak ada tempat tujuan lain aja nih sekalin ke sini, mau ke luar juga pasti gak dikasih izin kan. Jadi ya gitu, cuma di sini aku bisa rada bebas..”

“Matja, hyeong,” Daniel ngangguk setuju, “Makannya aku sama Jihoon ke sini.”

“Mau ikutan latihan?” tanyaku.

“Aniya, na jinjja molla neo yeogi ineunji. Mana kutahu kamu bakalan ada di sini..” jawabannya bikin aku makin bingung.

“Daniel hyeong pengen ketemuan sama nuna tapi gak tau harus kemana, daripada diburu dispatch, dia ngajak ketemu di sini.” Jihoon geleng-geleng, “dan aku jadi terpaksa nemenin deh. Aish.”

“Yaa Jihoona! Hyeong malhaejanna, nan neol pilyeohae.” Daniel menjitak kepala bocah paling muda di ruangan ini yang lagi pakai setelan training warna pink

“Nuna.. nugu-ji? Seolma,…” ujarku menunjuk ke arah Jihoon, “yang sering kamu omongin itu? Whoaa Kang Daniel, gerak cepet nih kayaknya.” godaku.

“Uri nuna bogoshipeo, hyeong?” tambah Jihoon sambil deketin wajahnya ke Daniel dan ikutan ngegodain.

��Yaa, ni-deul jinjja~” Daniel menghiraukan godaan kita berdua dan merogoh ponsel dari saku jeans robek-robeknya. “Oh, udah di sini orangnya. Eotteokhaji?”

“Mwoga eottae, Niel-a? Duh, jadi gak sabar pengen cepet-cepet dikenalin nih.” aku menoyor Daniel.

Di saat yang bersamaan, seseorang mengetok pintu ruang studio dan membukanya pelan-pelan.

“Neo wasseo?” sahut Daniel yang berdiri dan menghampiri sesosok wanita berpakaian casual jeans & kemeja flanel oversized itu. Kini ku tahu banget kenapa Daniel ngomongin dia terus-terusan. Hmm, ttak bwado Daniel-i isanghyeong. Aigoo liat tuh anaknya senyum-senyum sumringah, ck ck ck. Neomu tti-na, Daniel-a.

“Nunaaa~!” sahut Jihoon yang gak kalah hebohnya.

“Annyeong Daniel-a Jihoonie, aku bawa pizza! Sama bawa temen juga, gwaencanha?” kata-kata itu bikin aku melongok ke arah pundaknya di mana berdiri sesosok wanita yang sangat kukenal.

“Ooo? Sunye-ya…”

* *

[Song Sunye, 1 hour ago]

*drrt drrt*

1 Kakaotalk Message KIMCHAE (KR)

SOS SOS I’m coming for you, be ready.

‘Mwoya ige?’ pikirku sambil coba menghubungi pengirim pesan itu via telpon.

Setengah jam kemudian aku sudah ada di kursi penumpang dalam mobil Chaerin yang menjemputku di tempat praktek kerjaku.

“Geuromyeon, Chaerin-a. Jadi sejak fansign kemarin itu kamu kakaotalk chatting sama dia hampir tiap jam?”

“Geuge, aku juga gak nyangka Daniel se straight-forward ini.”

“Hahaha, dia fix naksir sih!” tawaku, “Terus kapan kamu bakal bilang ke Daniel kalau udah punya pacar? Jihoon juga gak tahu emangnya?”

“Aish udah kubilang dia bukan pacarku. Sulchiki, nan jigeum molla, eottokae Sunye-ya?” Chaerin mendecakkan lidahnya sambil tetap menatap ke jalanan depan.

“Iya iya, belum pacaran, ‘ssom’. Tapi mereka kan saling kenal. Cepet atau lambat, Daniel dan Jihoon pasti bakal tahu nuna-nya ini juga lagi deket sama gukmin leader Kim Jonghyun.” ujarku sambil menggumamkan melodi lagu Some - Soyu ft Junggigo ke kupingnya.

“Araa~,” tepisnya, “apalagi Jonghyun cukup deket sama mereka berdua. Hufft, molla. Beli pizza dulu ajalah yuk”

Chaerin mengarahkan mobilnya menepi di depan Pizza House, aigoo sohibku yang satu ini. Dia memulai ‘ssom relationship’ sama Jonghyun saat Nu’est banyak promosi di Jepang, ketemunya di pekerjaan internshipnya waktu Chaerin lagi jadi assistant creative director pas photoshoot salah satu pictorial tabloid Osaka. Aku gak kaget sih, lelaki sehat manapun pasti bakal tertarik sama Chaerin apalagi saat lihat dia kerja. Dan Jonghyun, menurut cerita Chaerin, juga penyayang banget. Tapi gak tahu kenapa, kali ini aku lebih memihak Daniel supaya mereka lebih sering ketemu karena Chaerin pasti ngajak aku juga dan aku jadi bisa ketemu.. ey, nan wae geurotji?

Ya, harus kuakui diam-diam aku berharap Daniel gak sendirian di studio itu.

[Kim Chaerin, Dance Studio 83]

“Whoaa, dunia sempit banget” ujar Jihoon sambil membuka kotak pizza di hadapannya. Kami berlima, aku, Sunye, Daniel, Seongwoo dan Jihoon duduk melingkar di lantai dance studio sambil menikmati late night snack yang kubawa. “Aku gak nyangka Sunye nuna yang dulu sering ngejahilin aku ini kenal sama Ong hyeong.”

“Aku gak tahu kamu bakal dateng ke sini, Sunye-ya. Pertemuan kita selalu ngagetin ya, hahaha.” ucap Seongwoo sambil natap langsung ke arah Sunye. Hm, mencurigakan, ige musun sanghwang iliya?

“Nado murogesseo..” ucap Sunye malu-malu ditatap langsung kayak gitu sama Seongwoo. Nampaknya feeling-ku bener. Pantesan aja Sunye langsung meng-iya-kan ajakanku tadi.

“Mianhae, Nuna,” ujar Daniel padaku tiba-tiba, “Aku cuma bisa ngajak ke sini.”

“Nan jigeum-i joha,” balasku, mencoba bikin dia gak merasa bersalah akibat kesibukan dan statusnya yang kini jadi sorotan publik, “kita bisa bebas ngobrol tanpa dihalangin masker muka.”

“Eh? Nuna pernah harus pake masker buat ngobrol di luar? Wae? Nuga katji ga? Sama siapa?” rentetan pertanyaan dari Jihoon bikin aku kaget terbelalak. Duh, kayaknya aku kelepasan.

“A…Ani geunyang…” ujarku terbata, duh, aku kenapa sih?

“Jihoon-a, neo-ui nuna ga, neomu yeppeosseo sampe beberapa yumyeonghan namjadeul dulu pernah ngedeketin. Apalagi pekerjaannya bikin Chaerin banyak interaksi sama selebriti.” phew, untungnya Sunye bantu jawab kecurigaan Jihoon. Gomawo, Sun!

“Hmm, gak heran sih,” ucap Seongwoo sambil senyum geli, “buktinya Daniel sampe gak bisa pisah dari handphonenya sedikitpun sejak kemaren.”

“Yaa Seongwoo hyeong. At least aku lebih berani ya dari kamu. I’ll text her first, kamu?” balas Daniel yang nampak jauh lebih tahu dibandingan aku tentang apapun yang terjadi diantara Sunye-Seongwoo.

“Geundae nuna, kamu belum jawab pertanyaanku,” lanjut Jihoon, “Sama siapa kamu harus ngobrol pake masker? Aku kan jadi penasaran..”

“Jihoon-a, aaaa~” ku arahkan potongan pizza ke dalam mulut Jihoon, berharap dia berhenti nanya. Kuacuhkan tatapan curiga dari Daniel dan nampaknya dia ngerti dan gak nanyain apa-apa padaku apapun yang ada di pikirannya.

Gak terasa 2 jam begitu cepat berlalu sampai waktu menunjukkan hampir tengah malam. Aku dan Sunye pamit pulang. Daniel bersikeras nganterin kami sampai ke tempat parkir tapi aku larang karena satu-dua hal. Lagipula aku gak mau mereka kena masalah apapun.

“Geurom, annyeong Daniel-a.”

Puk.

“Oneul bam-e gomawo, Chaerin Nuna” bisiknya sambil naro sesuatu di atas kepalaku dari belakang. Sebuah topi warna hitam yang sedari tadi dia pakai. “Daeum-e tto boja~!”

Kutolehkan kepalaku dan kudapatkan senyuman lebar Daniel yang bikin detak jantungku berdegup lebih cepet dari biasanya.

Dan sebelum aku bisa jawab, Seongwoo merangkul Daniel dan ikut melambaikan tangannya ke arah ku. Ke arah Sunye, tepatnya. Jihoon? Masih sibuk ngabisin pizza, sementara Daniel masih nyengir lebar yang bikin matanya kecilnya hilang.

Ah, geu miso, jinjja sarangseureobta.

[Kang Daniel POV]

“Neon gwaencanha? Gak pengen tahu siapa saja yang pernah deketin Chaerin?” bisik Seongwoo ditelingaku sambil menatap Sunye dan Chaerin yang jalan keluar dari gedung studio.

“Ani..” jawabku sambil ngangkat bahu “Sijakbuteo, nan ara. Swibji aneul geoya. Nothing precious comes easy.”

“Aish ni bocah satu, sok inggris mentang-mentang pernah tinggal di Kanada.” ujar Seongwoo menjitak belakang kepalaku.

“Hyeong, kamu juga kalo gini-gini aja, bisa keduluan lho.. Josimhae.” balasku

“Eyy, seolma~”

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