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[chandisiacs]

[7:05pm] jisung’s never really been in love with anybody before. he’s never really thought about love and relationships the same way his friends, family, classmates, and even pets do. he’s more of the fuck-them-and-leave type; there were no strings attached, only first meetings and many unspoken words after that. you can say that he isn’t a relationship type of guy, and he intends to leave it that. 

only one small problem: you exist. 

see, jisung’s known you from quite some time--no, scratch that. he’s known you all his life. you could say that you’ve known each other since the birth of dawn, but even a fool knows that things like that would be impossible. let’s say jisung’s known you since elementary school, where he vaguely remembers being picked on by some bullies for being too outgoing and “weird”, and you stepped in for him with your bandaged kneecaps and humungous pastel ribbons. you could say that you were jisung’s savior, his hero. after that, the two of you were like batman and robin, only you were his batman. 

dating forward to third year at uni, jisung’s feelings for you started to waver a bit, and for the most unappealing reason. you were caught in between a dilemma over which reigned supreme best: vinegar or milk. any man or woman would roll their eyes or leave the room if they sought you doing that, but jisung didn’t roll his eyes, and neither did he leave the room. it was only when you were evaluating your preferred liquids when his heart went “ba-dum” and his mouth whispered, “fuck. i think i’m in love with you.” 

so, it’s perfectly reasonable for robin to put himself in a state of panic when batman pops the question of, “hey, do you know how to masturbate?” 

excuse me? what kind of question is that?!

the long hand ticks at five past seven in the evening when you ask that, curled into the couch, phone in hand. it’s just so out of the blue, and though jisung should be used to that already, the context was more than just weird. it was absurd. “what now?” is all that jisung says, voice cracking midway. 

“i said,” you reply, propping your knees down to the ground and sitting up to meet his wide eyes, “do you know how to masturbate?” 

“uh,” jisung says poorly, “i guess? i’ve jerked off a couple of times before. why?” 

ah, sex talk. jisung’s all about that sex talk. whether it’d be about toying with girl’s clits or blowing men’s dicks, he digs the sex talk. only, if he talks about it with his crush of a bajillion years, he doesn’t think that he’ll even muster up the courage to say “boobs”. sadly enough, you hum thoughtfully to yourself before deciding, “teach me!” 

i knew this was coming. “what, how stroke a penis or how to touch yourself?” coming in nice and smooth, sungie. you’re doing great! 

“how to touch myself, of course! did you not hear what i asked earlier?” you snort, rising up from your couch and approaching your best friend. “you said you were a sex god. surely, you must know how to make someone cum in thirty seconds!” 

“yeah, okay, why are you asking me this?” jisung feels hopeless. he’s instantly regretting the days where he bragged about being everyone’s first timer. you falter for that one second, thinking of the best way to make this situation less awkward than it already is. “i just wanted to know how it feels like. what’s wrong with a little spice in my single sex life, you know? come on, jisung! just this once!” 

say no. say no! “alright, fine. let’s give it a shot.” WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! “BUT!” jisung raises his finger up at you, pausing your momentary victory dance. “this is going to remain strictly platonic. i don’t want any fucking around after this whole thing, and i want to keep your mouth shut about this when we talk to our friends. got it?” 

you nod your head eagerly, eyes shimmering with curiosity and excitement that it makes jisung want to coo and kiss you all over. however, he composes himself instead and makes sure that the door’s locked before leading you toward his bed, laying out a towel just right in the middle. “it’s so that you don’t get jizz all over my bedsheets.” jisung says, suddenly shy. “they’re new.” 

by the time you’ve laid yourself down, you look at jisung expectantly, as if waiting for his next step. he scoffs at this, finding your anticipation adorable. “you’re so cute,” he comments before nudging his head at your closed legs. “spread your legs.” 

“yes sir.” you purr jokingly before stifling a few giggles and spreading your legs open. yeah, that didn’t make me hard--snap out of it, jisung! he takes a deep breath at your exposed view, and gods be damned that you look heavenly all splayed out like that. he actually doesn’t believe that he’s doing this, but he isn’t denying the fact that he’s kind of enjoying it. 

placing his hands on your thighs, he spreads your legs a little wider so that he can make his way on top of you. your breath shudders in awe at his thumbs on your inner thighs, and your eyes find your best friend when he finally looks down at you. you couldn’t help but wonder to yourself: since when did jisung look absolutely hot on top of me? 

your breath suddenly hitches when you feel jisung’s hands slide up to the waistband of your shorts, hooking his fingers on the garter of your underwear and smoothing it down slowly, letting your hips move a bit to the sound of the garter slipping down with a gentle tug. “are you sure you want to do this?” jisung asks softly, his eyes never leaving you. “i don’t want to be the reason why you’re uncomfortable.”

you nod your head once more whilst looking down at your undergarments being pulled away in one swift, leaving your bottom half exposed to you and your best friend. you can feel the cool air slap your folds lightly, and you gasp a bit, instinctively pulling your legs together block the air from coming in. however, jisung catches your knees before it closes, and slowly spreads them wide again. “hey, it’s okay. just keep your legs open for me, baby.” 

your eyes widen at that moment jisung uttered out that pet name, and you let out a breathy chuckle at his words. “baby?” 

fuck! jisung inwardly curses, maybe even face-palming while he’s at it. damn your sexual experiences. “ah, sorry.” your best friend laughs nervously. “force of habit. just ignore that.” he didn’t even note the slightly disappointed look on your face, and proceeded to take your hand, folding your forefinger and pinky down. “now, people normally use these two fingers to touch themselves, but since you’re a beginner, you can start with one.” then, he folds your ring finger, and guides your hand down south, right just above your entrance. your breaths get shallower by the second he guides your finger to your clit, and with a gentle push, he pulls pressure on your finger, letting it hit the spot, just where you like it. 

you emit a gasp at the direct hit, taken aback by how you were able to locate your pleasure spot with the help of your best friend. you don’t realize how jisung’s gotten closer to you, your faces inches apart, yet you feel your head throw back when jisung holds the back of your palm and moves it around, giving your clit more friction from your finger. he thinks you look beautiful like that; chest heaving, eyes getting foggy, lips parted and whimpers sounding across the room. it drives jisung crazy, how he can still be in love with you despite teaching you how to finger yourself? then again, when hasn’t he fallen in love with any random scenario that you cause? 

“i love you.” jisung says suddenly, throwing you off guard. your finger stops moving, and you can feel your building arousal coming into a halt. for what seems to be a good ten seconds, you and jisung stare at each other in that exact same position. if an ant crawled by and saw that, even it will question the situation. that wasn’t the case for the both of you. “what?” you breathe out. 

“i love you.” and this time, jisung doesn’t stop. “i’m in love with you, [first name]. you don’t even know. i’ve been in love with you ever since the day you saved me from those bullies, and it only grew stronger among the years. i’m sorry i confessed at the wrong and weirdest time, but i do love you, [first name]. you’re like the robin to my batman.” 

“but batman doesn’t teach robin how to masturbate.” you cock up a small smirk at jisung teasingly, though you seem giddier now. “i mean, they could.” jisung retorts back, shrugging his shoulders. the two of you burst into giggles at that very instant, and when jisung recovers from his own fit of giggles, he smiles down at you, fond as ever. “so, what do you say, partner?” 

he doesn’t need to ask twice when you pull him in for a kiss, one that’s firm and passionate. you even didn’t need to continue your own exploration down south, for when things got heated enough between you two, it was jisung who finished it for you. 

[chandisiacs]

[1:33am] chan recalled a time where you and he laid in his sheets, blanket draped across their lower halves, and shallow pants drifting across the entire room. he remembered your body shivering beneath him, hands clasped pouring around his triceps. he was thrusting inside you slowly, and he stared down at you as he did so, his own pants swallowed by your whimpers. 

“love,” he slowed down on his thrusts before stopping completely, making sure to grab your attention. you opened your eyes slightly to question him on his abrupt stop, but you were met with a gentle hand on your cheek, the thumb spreading a few strands out of the sweat sticking to your skin. “i’m right here, yeah? look at me. don’t keep your eyes shut.” 

“b-but…” you breathed out, foggy eyes trying to keep themselves locked on his brown orbs, “it’s painful, channie…” 

if chan cooed at his lover, he did not show it. “i know it can be painful at first, [first name]. that’s why i want you to look at me.” he lifted your chin so that you could fixate yourself on him and flashed you a comforting smile. “forget the pain and look at me instead. i will only go faster if you want me to, alright?” slowly, chan leaned down to kiss you on the lips before pulling away and settling his hands back on your hips. “you trust me on this, right?” 

“of--of course.” you answered, voice meek. “i would never doubt you.” 

chan’s heart soared with just those five words, making his smile spread even more at the love that seeps out from it. “as do i.” was all he said before enrapturing his lips with yours one more time and holding you close so that he would never let go of you for the rest of his life.

[chandisiacs]

[9:45pm] chan’s touches are like fire against your skin, like cool metal running down the curves of your arms, your waist, your spine. his lips captured themselves onto yours, slowly pulling in and out just to hear the smack of your lips detaching from his for pure satisfaction. you had your hands on his chest, legs around his hips, your pussy closed around his cock, and you felt bliss overtake you the moment chan’s hands wandered aimlessly towards your skirt so he could feel your bare ass through amount of kisses the both of you are sharing. 

you hummed in content when he kneads your ass before grasping them firmly, perhaps loving the feeling of your smooth skin on his palms. your kept your hands busy around his chest and arms as you reclined him further into the couch, and you could’ve sworn you felt him sigh onto your lips as if he were completely pleased. believe me, he’s more than just pleased. 

breaths becoming bated, you could feel your lips reddening by the sloppy kisses you exchanged with chan as well as the lack of friction on your clit. you knew chan wanted to cockwarm today, knowing that he’s had a rough day at work and he was too beat to engage in sexual activity further than this. you were riled up when he got home, and you hoped that he would be in the mood for it. sadly, he showed none of that, and while you were slightly disappointed, an idea popped into your head. so, you made it your goal to completely relax him tonight, and now that the goal has been accomplished, you wondered if your goal could ever reach its end mark. 

as if hearing your thoughts, you could feel chan’s hands drop from the small of your back down to your ass once more. at first, you thought that he might just be having his way around the feel of your skin again, but after a few rubs, you suddenly felt two of his fingers enter you, the tips immediately finding the clit. he started with slow, circular motions first, but as he heard the first whimper that escaped from your throat, his fingers sped, fucking you inside so that he could break you apart without having to do anything than just that. 

“easy, love.” he held you by the waist as you ushered to thrust into his cock, and peppered his kisses all the way to your ear before he whispered, “i didn’t tell you to hump on me, did i? you’re being way too needy for that.” 

whining, you dug crescents onto his arms when you felt his digits fucking you fast. you tried to stay obedient for him, you did, but sitting still while he abused your poor clit was giving you a struggle to stay in one place as you could feel your high fast approaching. you mewled out his name as a plead, but your cries were cut short when he caught your lips on his again, this time hotter and wetter. 

“you’ve already been a good girl for me today,” chan murmured into the kiss, his digits slowing down just to tease you, “i’m pretty sure you know what would happen if your broke that, hm?” 

“y-yes.” you panted, the sudden arousal pooling on your core at his dominance. “i’ll continue to be a good girl, just for you, channie.” 

you didn’t see it, but you knew chan was smirking through your complete submission. he leaned forward to give you light pecks as a small reward, and you knew that you would be getting around to your first orgasm sooner than expected when he rubbed his other thumb on your inner thigh and husked, “that’s my girl.” 

[chandisiacs]

[12:05pm] kim seungmin was truly unexpected. in a normal university setting, he’s known as the straight-arrow type of guy who would always have his specs tilted on the bridge of his nose and binder filled with handouts and schedules hugged tightly to his chest. he was dandy, neat, and filled with a fresh spurt of energy as he went on to his classes. in conclusion, you could imagine an energetic puppy obediently taking orders from its owner. that would be one of the perfect descriptions to describe kim seungmin by day. 

then, the college parties came. it was as if you barely recognized him whenever he’d enter through chan’s doors, though you were only mutual with him through the few classes you shared together. each party, his dandy and studious personality would fade into some sort of alluring, rebellious teenager who never listened to his parents. he would enter studded with a pair of earrings, hair swept back to expose his forehead, and face caked with makeup as if he were some idol. he certainly took people aback with this new change, hence how he got the nickname “kim duality” from his peers. 

believe me, that wasn’t it with kim duality. until this day, you wondered how you got yourself into that situation, your body pinned against chan’s cream-painted walls with your lips caught with seungmin’s, kiss heated, tongues tied. perhaps the both of you had a little too much to drink, but you could’ve sworn that you two were sober enough to engage in a heated make-out session despite having only known each other as classmates. hand gripping your breast, another hand grasping your waist as he pulled you closer to deepen your kiss, you were lucky that you were muffled in seungmin’s cherry brandy mouth so that you could elicit the most satisfied moans that only the both of you could hear. sadly, the both of you couldn’t make do with sight. 

“seungmin?!” the both of you pulled away in an instant--well, more like you did, seungmin still held your waist with the most disappointed look on his face--and found hyunjin and felix gawking at you with terrified expressions on their face. you felt your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment from their looks, and you composed yourself before you could give them a further impression of yourself. to your surprise, you felt seungmin lean closer to you, before he let out a low whisper which sent shivers down your spine. “i’m not done with you yet.” it was only after that did you find out that seungmin never finished things off with you. 

it bothered you for weeks, actually. with the fact that seungmin and you share a few classes together, there was always this small spark of hope that maybe you two could finish off what you started, but seungmin was like a switch. he had absolutely no recollection of that night at the party, and every time you’d try to elaborate, his friends always came in and dragged seungmin away from you. 

you’ve had it. 

so, taking initiative, you stormed up to him one day, tugged him by the paw of his baby blue sweater, and pulled him towards the spare room. you flung him against the nearest wall once the both of you entered, and before seungmin could even utter a word, you snipped a little, “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” before clashing your lips with his, your hands cupping his cheeks, his hands flying to hold your waist. 

the two of you stayed like that for a few moments, pulling in and out of your kisses, breaths mingling with each other. seungmin pulled away for a moment, his specs tilted to the side to match his flustered face. “listen, i, um...i’m sorry for coming onto you at chan-hyung’s party like that, a-and leaving you hanging. i just--i didn’t know what came over me when i saw you. i mean, you’re just so pretty and all, and you keep messing me up every time i see you. i just wanted to apologize if i made you uncomfortable in any way. we barely even know each other.” 

seeing seungmin bashful like that endeared you. for that fraction of a second, your face softened, and you kept your hand on his cheek as you reassured him. “thank you for apologizing, seungmin. that was really considerate of you.” you giggled silently, as if remembering a silly thing. “i found you handsome as well, you know? you looked like this whole other different person when i saw you at chan’s, so i really didn’t mind when you made out with me for that while. the question though, is why?” 

“what do you mean?” seungmin tilted his head, confused. he looked like a puzzled puppy and you fought the urge to coo before you could lose your curiosity. “i meant...why me? as far as i know, i’m just your classmate in history 1 and modern political theory. out of all the people in chan’s party, you chose to make out with me?” 

seungmin let out a small ‘ah’ before blushing a light pink. he fiddled with the hem of your shirt as he looked down, his words small but bearable to hear. “i may, um, have a slightly small crush on you? i don’t know, you’re really hot when you argue during debates, and i like the way you’re so passionate with the course. you’re pretty cool.” 

silence. it was complete silence inside the spare room with a shocked you and an embarrassed seungmin. however, you felt a smile spreading your lips at his compliments, and captured him in an embrace. “you are so cute, you know that? i actually want to get to know you too, seungmin. you’re an interesting person, and dating you wouldn’t be half bad. in the near future, anyway.” you pulled away and looked seungmin in the eye in means of telling him that you wanted to know him first before getting serious. that seemed to be fine with him as he let out a light laugh. “sounds good to me. just one question, though.” 

he then gestured to your positions, and you realized that your bodies were still close to each other from the post-kissing session you performed on him earlier. you seemed to get his question even when he didn’t mention it. you had a number of ideas swirling in your head, some of those which you really wanted to try out with him, but you were shy at what he would react to it. thankfully, seungmin caught up to your inner dilemma, and pulled on a smirk. “you really can’t get your hands off me, can you?” 

“not if you say it that way!” you exclaimed, crossing your hands over your chest. seungmin, amused at your reaction, drew his hands to fold his specs over the collar of his sweater, and lifted your chin to meet your gaze. “if you so badly want to have sex with me, [first name], then we can, only if we put some boundaries and limits. i still want to reserve my time to getting to know you before we can go all the way. how’s that sound?” 

blush still in place, you nodded at seungmin’s offer. you knew he was satisfied with just that and leaned down to peck you on the lips. “what’s your favorite color?” 

“[insert favorite color]?” you answered, confused at why he asked that. he took that into consideration and picked his duffel up from the ground, slinging it over him. “one kiss, one fact about you. that way, i get to learn more about you everyday.” seungmin slowly retreated from where you positioned him against the wall and made his way to the door. “see you in mpt.” 

and with that, he closed the door, and all that ever crossed your mind at the moment he shied his confession to the confidence of your chin lifted with his finger, you concluded that kim seungmin really was unexpected. 

[chandisiacs]

satsified. ✧ seo changbin

genre ✧ a bit of fluff, but mostly passionate, (lowkey) filthy smut

warnings ✧ nipple play, fingering, (maybe) overstimulation, mentions of gagging, deepthroating, and blowjobs 

word count ✧ 1946 

note ✧ requested by @violethhj and anonymous. for my baby @bruh-changbin. happy birthday, love. i’ll most likely be asleep when you read this, but i hope this satisfies you enough. have a great birthday! 💓💓🥂

song recommendations ✧ problem with you and stand still by sabrina claudio

[11:20pm] truth is, you were only a little satisfied with the satin sheets and silk nightgowns, the five-star michelin caribbean cuisine and top-tier hotel that would pass for a millionaire’s penthouse. it was part of the fbi agent boyfriend package, and who are you to deny offers such as traveling with your fbi agent boyfriend to the middle of the caribbean to deal with matters you never bothered to indulge yourself in? this was the life you always wanted, but there was one thing missing. 

changbin. 

being part of the fbi agency meant more work and less pay, and you knew that. he had already told you about it one time when you were whining about his late comings and early morning leaves. you figured that perhaps a little caribbean vacation would earn you more quality time with changbin, but you were stupid enough to even consider “business trip” labeled over “vacation”. nothing can beat satisfaction other than the feel of your boyfriend on your body, the light kisses on your cheeks and eyelids, and the warmth of his hand in yours while gallivanting across the caribbean roads. sadly, satisfaction wasn’t on your side today. 

as you stared out into the gleaming city at night, bokeh lights from skyscrapers and buildings shining in front of your figure, you tried to lift the heavy heart settling on your chest at displeasure. you didn’t even notice the door opening behind you. it was only changbin’s tired voice that snapped you out of your thoughts at that very instant, but you didn’t dare to turn around and face him. “i’m back. man, today was a total drag! there were a couple of guys that we had to take downtown, and none of them had an alibi to the culprit.” 

“a shame.” you hummed, words shallow. changbin was busy tossing his blazer by the bed and loosening his tie to notice how empty that sounded, and gave you a scoff. “a shame indeed. i swear, [first name], when we get my hands on him, i’ll--”  

he faltered when he sought you by the balcony, arms folded over your chest and back silhouetted by the raging white city lights and moonshine from across the night sky. changbin then knew that something was up, for he slowly approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders and whispering gently on your ear. “hey baby, what’s on your mind?” 

that was it. the warmth he was sending you through his palms smoothing down your shoulders, the breath brushing past your ear. you longed for his touch all day, longed for that voice of his. you never woke up to him beside you these past mornings, neither have you fallen asleep with his arms around you, so forgive yourself for being touch-starved. you had to tell him. 

“binnie,” you stared across the blinking skyscraper from a mile’s distance. “i’m tired. how come i never wake up to you beside me anymore? how come i never get to hear your ‘good night’s to me before i sleep? how come we never get time together? i agreed to come with you to this trip because i wanted us to spend some time as a couple. this was definitely not what i was expecting, changbin.” 

changbin stood silent the whole time, staring into the same distance as yours. it took him a few moments to respond, before he finally spoke up. “i’m sorry that i didn’t reach your expectations, [first name], but you already know that it’s less work--” 

“less play, i know.” you interjected, inhaling a sharp breath at the familiar sentence he would always pull up as an excuse every time he came home at unreasonable hours. changbin seemed to catch on to your irritation, and pulled your body closer to his, wrapping his arms around your waist. “i have a free day tomorrow.” he mused in hopes to cheer you up, which piqued your interest a bit. “we can have the whole day to ourselves, baby. just you and me. we can go window shopping, hang around a few beaches, eat in fine dining. how does that sound, hm?” 

a small smile spread to your lips at your boyfriend’s reassurance. sighing, you finally turned around to meet your hands with changbin’s while giggling softly. “i just want you, changbin. i could just stay in bed all day, as long as you’re with me. i ask for nothing more.”

if a smile could light up a thousand suns, then that would be changbin’s smile the moment you laid that onto him. this was nice. no, it was perfect. you’ve longed for moment where he’d have his lips on yours again, his hands intertwined with yours like tangled strings furled and difficult to pull apart. you could only thank the heavens for that moment to come true, and you gladly kissed back when he did, smiling at the love hidden beneath the warmth of his lips.

“i’m all yours.” changbin mused once he pulled away, and held his palm on your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin. “what shall we do, now that i’m here?” 

you were just about ready to enumerate a couple of things that you would like to do with your boyfriend tonight, but that was interrupted when you felt the sneak of his fingers threading the strap of your nightgown, tugging it down slowly. you raised a brow at changbin, amused, and your amusement even delved deeper when you found him smiling at you innocently, a stark contrast to his fingers sliding the next strap down as easily as the first one. “i don’t know, binnie. what shall you do?” 

“you said you wanted me? here i am.” changbin kept his eyes locked on yours as he lead his fingers to trace down the line of your cleavage, before settling his fingertip on your right nipple. he circled around the nub before bringing two of his fingertips to squeeze it, and his smirk deepened when he heard your breath hitch from his touch. “ah, so this is what you wanted.” you responded, though your voice sounded smaller than usual. you couldn’t keep your voice at bay when changbin toyed with your nipple like that, and it only mildly frustrated you that you were growing wet just by his touch. 

“it is.” he hummed back, and grabbed a hold of the collar of your nightgown before staring at you. “but is it what you want?” 

“yes.” is the only thing that escapes from your mouth before changbin released the fabric from his hold, its lavender silk smoothing down your body before it dropped to the floor, revealing your stark naked form in front of his clad one. you grew hot just by changbin’s eyes darting past the entirety of your body, eye-fucking every single bit of you that you wondered how you looked like in his fantasies. “you slut.” he husked out, and it only took you little to no time to recover from that short spasm shooting from your spine at his name-calling before he grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you inside, shutting the balcony doors shut and drawing the curtains close. 

changbin enraptured his lips on yours once more, this time needier and hungrier compared to the chaste one he gave earlier. the both of you were clumsy as you fiddled with getting his belt unbuckled and him fiddling with the buttons before his clothes were discarded on the carpet floor, and you let out a small squeak when you fell upon the mattress, changbin caging you beneath him as so. 

he wasted no time in kissing you senseless, saliva-coated lips making its way from your jaw, to your neck, then to your breasts. he took delight in taking your nipple in his mouth, his lips smacking and nibbling on the hardened nub like it was the cherry on top of a vanilla ice cream. you lulled your head back against the satin sheets, whimpering and moaning from the stimulation of changbin on your pleasure spot, and you buckled yourself when you felt his hand fondle at the folds of your pussy. his fingers worked like magic as he spread your folds apart and busied his middle finger on swirling pressure onto your clit. 

“spread your legs, baby.” he mouthed on your nipple, pressing soft kisses around the nub before moving over to your left nipple. you did as he was told, spreading your legs apart and adjusting to the strokes of changbin’s fingers in you. you cried out in immense pleasure when you felt two of his fingers sliding deeper onto you, and the pace quickened as well as his tongue on your nub, sending your mind into a total frenzy. 

eyes rolled back, moans spewing out from your mouth like a broken record, you braced your body from changbin’s foreplay and humped on his fingers, absolutely feeling blissful at the feeling of his digits around your walls. he was chasing your high before you knew it, and with jumbled words of, “i’m gonna cum”, you spilled all over changbin’s fingers, marking that as your first orgasm of tonight. 

changbin’s pace slowed down after that, and he pulled away from your reddened nipples to take in your form. you were panting heavily beneath him, sweat marring your temples and chest filled completely with saliva. your legs were twitching from post-orgasm, jizz drizzling down your inner thighs that looked like heaven in changbin’s eyes. lustful gaze locked in with your clouded ones, he brought the two fingers you cummed in to his mouth and licked them clean. he saved the last bit for you, of course, and drew his wet fingers in your mouth, breath becoming bated as you sucked on them like a filthy cumslut. 

“you taste yourself, baby?” changbin said lowly. “how do you taste?” 

“good.” you mewled in response, licking every bit of your cum and his saliva further down your tongue before you took every bit of his fingers in. you eyed him with thirst as you took his digits in your mouth, and changbin fought back a low growl when he felt the bulge on his boxers hardening on the fabric. instead, he shut his eyes and imagined his fingers as his cock, being dicked down and licked by your tongue and deepthroated by your mouth. he wanted you in him so bad, so, so bad, and he dimly thought about how he was so glad he was taking the day off for the whole of tomorrow. 

he could go all night with you if he wanted. 

with that idea in mind, changbin released his fingers from your mouth as soon as you were finished, and flipped you over so that you were on top of him. you were caught in surprise by his act, but as changbin smirked up at you, you wondered why he was such in a mood before he grabbed your hand and guided it on his erection, now hard and leaking with precum. 

“help me?” he asked innocently, the same tone as the one he asked you earlier by the balcony. you scoffed at his change of dominance, but you didn’t mind one bit at it. “you are unbelievable, seo.” you said one last time, before tugging his boxers down and finding your palm right on top of his hardened cock. 

with the small whine changbin let out, and the next pool of arousal building around your core, the both of you knew that this was going to take all night. you dimly thought about how you were so glad that changbin was taking the day off for the whole of tomorrow, and with that thought in mind, you were more than just glad that changbin was now all yours. 

[chandisiacs]

[3:30pm] it was hot. terribly hot. the heat was scorching around your shared place with changbin, and you only had to thank the lucky stars that one of changbin’s friends broke the air conditioner two weeks ago due to some stupid dare they did over some beers (of course it was felix’s idea. who else would have all the tiktok songs memorized like the back of his palm?). it was a whopping 110°F around your area, and boy, was your body drenched in sweat.

it was irritating you to the core.

“at this point,” you told your best friend, who stood by the counter whipping up some cool lemonade, “you can just shove me in the freezer and preserve me until the world finds a way to change temperatures according to how you like it. this heat is terrible, and you know it!”

changbin snorted at your dramatics and made a sounding ‘pop!’ with his spoon, afterwards beaming at the right consistency of his brewed lemonade. pouring a humble amount of ice onto your tall glasses and filling the homemade lemonade to the brim, he eagerly made his way to place the drink on your table. “you’re overreacting. it isn’t that hot.”

“you’re sweating yourself, seo.” you deadpanned at him, but thanked him for the drink nonetheless. an appreciative noise sounded from your throat the moment the coolness washed down your throat, and you looked over to where changbin was chopping some more lemons to add to his lemon and water mix. “this is amazing, binnie! how did you learn how to make lemonade?”

if changbin liked the praise, he (tried) not to show it. “making lemonade is as easy as cooking eggs, [first name]. you flatter me too much.”

“but the ratio is amazing, it’s astronomical!” you stressed that last adjective out, and smiled when you heard changbin’s bright laughter fill the air. you leaned back onto your seat, crossed your legs, and let out a low hum to feel the refreshing lemonade quench you. when changbin peeked over to check at you, he smirked once he found you relaxed onto the cushion, eyes shut. he took this as the perfect opportunity to catch you off guard with a couple of ice cubes, and sneaked his way to the back of your seat, the two ice cubes sitting cold on his palms.

he bit his lip as he lowered the ice cubes nearer to your shirt, and before you could even comment on the cool droplets dripping down your neck, he slapped the ice cubes onto your chest, hopeful to gauge a shocked reaction and even a possible three minutes of complete silence from all the complaining you’ve been droning on about the heat for the past two hours.

changbin didn’t get complete silence.

the moment the ice cubes slid down further onto your chest, a gasp escaped from your lips before you let a low moan. eyes still shut, body melted further into the seat, your noises only began to vocalize by each movement of the ice cubes down your shirt, causing the fabric to dampen through the condensation. in fact, you threw your head back to get a better feel of the cold cube running down your navel, and by the time the cubes have rested themselves onto your thighs, you prompted changbin for more.

“binnie?” you raised your head when changbin didn’t respond for more than three seconds, and found the boy himself with his back turned on you, head ducked onto his shoulders and hands on front of him. he had one hand pushing his sudden boner down his sweatpants, and another hand tugging on the collar of his shirt, trying to get some cool air to calm the heat down. how could he look at you after that little...mistake he did to you? you never expected this reaction from you, and what’s even worse is the fact that you might be into things like that. changbin didn’t need to know that.

or did he?

“g-get the ice cubes yourself, weirdo.” is all that changbin said before storming off to the bathroom, leaving you completely puzzled. you just shrugged at his reaction and took another sip of his lemonade, unaware that your best friend had to take a long shower to take care of his situation, and steer clear of any thoughts spurring in his head about you.

[chandisiacs]

starboy. ☆ part two: the missing golden tear

NOTE: mentions of sex and alcohol

WORD COUNT: 3847

m.list ☆ current part ☆ part one

          Tomorrow would mark the seventh day since the night you stumbled upon Neon Lane. Surprisingly enough, you hadn’t picked up your remote control to splurge on another series on Netflix, and even when you managed to switch the application on, your thoughts would just block you off the plot no matter how interesting it may be. Your mind has been running over Starboy for these past seven days, and you never knew why. Flashes of his dazzling performance appeared in your dreams, hums of his voice sounded on your ears like a recurring memory, and there would even be some avid dreams where Starboy’s hands would fill the gaps of your thighs, spreading them apart as he would crawl up to kiss and touch you like he yearns for your body, yearns for you. You’d end up with your sheets damp the next morning, but you took it upon yourself to never mention it to Hyunjin, and hope that you made no such sound while he slept on his bed next to yours. 

 You drew a long sigh and slapped your hand across your eyes, blocking you from the three-minute long staring competition you had with your ceiling. It was silent in your shared bedroom with Hyunjin, the vibrations of the air conditioner shifting cold wind across the space, the rustles of Post-Its and schedules swaying on your cork-board, and the obnoxiously loud snores sounding from Hyunjin himself, knowing that he stayed past three in the morning just finishing his research paper. 

It was nearing eleven in the morning, yet you still laid in bed, your thoughts running louder than Hyunjin’s snores coming from the bulky blanket beside you. You didn’t know why, but a big part of you wanted to see Starboy again. Clearly, the incident that took place a week ago wasn’t satisfactory enough for you to just nod and leave him at his own business. You were interrupted, sadly enough, and you cursed Han Jisung for fending him off like a bird flying off after you had just taken one step closer to it. You knew he meant well. He probably ended up in that Minho guy’s bed the next morning, assuming that he didn’t receive your texts until mid-afternoon (and because he called you that time, voice ecstatic and awed as he narrated his entire experience), but that wasn’t any excuse for you to lose Starboy like that. Although, if you thought about it on the brighter side, your loss for interaction with the stripper made way for an advantage at a new one. 

You lit up at that thought and flung the sheets off you, determined to set another interaction with Starboy. You thought about giving Jisung a call, considering that Starboy had mentioned him back at the club. Maybe Jisung could give you an incentive about him? Jisung was bound to know about him anyway; the man may sleep around a lot, but it’s amazing how he can keep track of all the people he slept with over the past year. Just as you were about to give your best friend a call, your reasoning kicked your left brain into place, and realized that Starboy gave off a negative reaction to Jisung’s appearance back at the club. For whatever reason that might be, perhaps Jisung wasn’t the best choice on asking about Starboy. 

Your hopes were dampened, and you tossed your phone to the crumpled sheets. You scurried through the events that happened that day, recalling your actions, recalling any single detail of that place that could at least bring you to Starboy. Just as you were about to give up, a single piece of your conversation with him struck up. “Ah, you must be talking about Jewel then. He’s one of my best friends. We only had each other here when this club first started, well, him and Felix over there. It’s thanks to them that I finally have a job here.” 

Suddenly, you knew just the person to talk to. 

☆

Slipping on your black, low V-neck cocktail dress along with a matching pair of black heels (just because people were used to seeing you in baggy shirts and sweatpants didn’t mean that you never knew how to party), you made sure that the minor details of your makeup didn’t completely ruin your face. A swipe to the thumb when you found a bit of excess red lipstick jutting out of the side of your mouth, a bit of touch-up to your mascara, a slight brush of nude eyeshadow to match your winged eyeliner, and you found yourself looking completely different weeks prior to when you preferred staying at home. How ironic is it, that a week ago, you were telling yourself that you would never step into that club ever again? You figured that you had Starboy as your reason for changing that mindset, and you dimly wondered if it was the best option to do. 

If it meant finding out who he was without that golden tear on his face, then you didn’t care if it took you over the limits. 

Just as you heaved an exhale at your final do-over, you spun your heels around and found Hyunjin staring straight at you with his white t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, jaw-slacked and eyes wide. You remembered how that was your exact reaction when you saw him last week with his overall appearance, so it amused you how he was now the one dropping mouths at yours. “[First Name],” he breathed out, and you would have to forgive him later for zoning in on your chest for a few seconds before looking up at you again, “where the hell are you going?!”

“I used a bit of your makeup, Hyun. I hope you don’t mind.” You finally said after you let him gawk over your apparel and sprayed yourself with body mist to make yourself smell nice at the very least. Hyunjin made way for you when you grabbed a white blazer from your closet, and slung your black purse over your shoulder before going over to the door. “I’ll be stepping out for a bit. Anything you want from outside?” 

It took a few minutes for your roommate to respond, yet the best response he could only come up was, “Chicken.” 

Your lipstick-stained lips spread into a wide smile as you leaned forward to peck him on the cheek, just as a goodbye gesture. When Hyunjin didn’t say anything else, you took that as your signal to leave, and hailed a taxi to the familiar place you vowed yourself you’d never go back to, no matter the circumstances. Yet, there you were, looking out of the window as you watched the streets of Cheongdam-dong stretch out to the once-familiar neon streets of Yongsan-gu. You would catch weary glances with the taxi driver who would take a look at you from the rear view every now and then, but thankfully, he meant no malice and dropped you off in front of Neon Lane within twenty minutes. 

After you paid the driver your desired tip, you drew a long breath at the purple and pink neon lights plastered across your face, igniting your eyes with streaks and distant spotlights coming from the roof. Now that you were less nervous than you were last week, you began to notice the finer details that this strip club had to offer that you never noticed until now; surely, this was a famous strip club considering the bouncers blocking the entrance and the impossibly long line trailing over to the second store, and the two-story oblique structure was wide enough to be considered a penthouse. Thankfully, Jisung did put in a good word for you, so entering the strip club was easy. 

By the time you walked down the grand staircase, your eyes began to roam over the spacious club for the person you needed to talk to. To be honest, your main goal here wasn’t to search for Starboy, but to talk to someone who knew him like the back of his own hand. You were thankful enough to even hear Starboy’s story through the loud bass and screaming crowd last time, so if you were lucky enough to catch Starboy tonight, then consider the search dropped. 

“Uh, hi,” you approached the bartender—Felix, was it?—and leaned closer to the bar so that he could hear you better through the Sunrise Tequilas he’s been mixing, “is Jewel available tonight?” 

Felix, perplexed by the familiarity of your voice, took you up and down before gracing an impressed smile on his lips. “Ah, you must be the cooler girl.” You blushed a bit at his nickname, recalling the memory of you downing one too many coolers at your despair after Starboy’s performance. Nevertheless, you let him continue. “You just caught him on time. His shift’s just begun. Now, where is he?” 

You followed alongside Felix’s trail of vision, hoping to see an inkling of Jewel, and by chance, Felix managed to find him emerging from a curtain booth, face riddled with lack of satiation and mouth drawn into a sharp exhale. His first customer must have not been the best that they had to offer for Jewel, and you caught him licking down the dollars shoved down his belt and his pants, his expression now showing relief that his customer was stinking rich at the very least. It was only when Jewel looked at your direction when you realized that Felix called him over, and in a matter of seconds, you sought Jewel in the flesh. 

And boy, was Jisung telling the truth when he said that Jewel was hot. 

Tonight, Jewel was clad in a loose, black button-down, the top button undone to reveal a bit of his skin glistening with beads of sweat from the heat of the night. He had a silver-chain choker adorned around his neck, and the well-known golden tear was painted on his cheek, the tear dripping down from underneath his eye to the base of his cheek. It didn’t even help you one bit when the smoky eyeshadow made him look ten times hotter tonight, but you figured that strippers were supposed to look alluring to their customers. 

“What’s up, Lixie?” You couldn’t help but shy under your white blazer when Jewel gazed over at you, eyes nowhere near hostile, but curious. Felix, smiling as he spilled his mixed cocktail onto the margarita glass, nudged his head over to you. “She’s been looking for you. I never knew you took in female customers, Lee.” 

“I don’t.” Suddenly, his eyes narrowed into yours, and you found yourself rethinking the choices you made this morning. Of course he would be suspicious. You tried your best to steer clear of any contact with Jisung, and you did come into the club with a silver lining. You only hoped that you wouldn’t mess anything up while he was here, and dared to meet his now-piercing gaze. “Who are you?” 

Despite the slight malice on his tone, you forced yourself to maintain a steady voice as you answered the stripper. “I, um...you know Starboy, right?” 

A few blinks, a pair of wide eyes, and suddenly, you found Jewel snorting at you, incredulous to your question. “Do I know Starboy? Doll, you must be wasting my time over here. He isn’t here, if that’s what you’re wondering. We let him off the hook for a short while because of his sleep deprivation.” 

You went into a momentary state of panic when you saw Jewel retreating from his place, and immediately snatched his wrist, eyes imploring as you said, “Please, I’m not here to thirst on you or him. I just want to know more about him, and I figured that you must be the next best thing after Jisung because—” 

“Jisung?” Jewel cut you off, interest suddenly piqued. “You know Han Jisung?”

This certainly caught you by interest. Loosening your grip on his wrist, you nodded slowly at Jewel, and met his gaze. “Yes, I know Han Jisung. He’s my best friend. I know you would probably be thinking that I should’ve asked him instead, but Starboy seemed to cause quite a reaction when he saw Jisung approaching me the night of the club. I figured he must not want Jisung there, as well as not wanting him to know something.” You paused a bit when you saw an unreadable expression flash over Jewel’s expression after you deduced, but continued right after. “That is why I came here to you, Jewel. Maybe you know something about Starboy that I want to know about. Please, don’t leave me with no options here.” 

There is a silence that filled the bar for a split second before the blast of the speakers overpowered the place again. You could see Felix with a small smirk beside you as he shook a cocktail, but gauging one person’s reaction isn’t as important as the one you were focused on now. “Fine.” Jewel finally said, turning his back on you. “Follow me.”

You were tentative as you followed Jewel towards one of the private booths, also worried of whatever disgusting performances might take place if Jewel unraveled the wrong one. The both of you finally entered an empty one, and you found yourself gawking and how massive the room looked despite its entrance looking so small. A queen-sized bed was situated right in the middle, and the lights were fading from light tones to darker ones, just to help set the mood of whoever’s been in here. You shivered to yourself at the thought of spilled cum on those sheets, but that was cut off when you heard Jewel draw the curtains shut.

Turning back to you, he raised a brow when he found you standing there awkwardly, and made his way to the table to buzz on a button. “Thirsty?” He asked, to which you responded with water. It was moments later when one of the sexy waitresses came in, addressing Jewel in a superior manner that definitely shocked you. He was listing down orders, she was taking them in studiously, and you were sat there wondering if Jewel was secretly a mafia boss disguised as a stripper.

“My looks can be hard to resist, I know, but could you please stop staring at me?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Jewel sparing you a small smirk, and decided to entertain your curiosity. “I’m one of the co-founders of this club, sweetheart. The main guy running this club is Felix, the bartender. He was the one who built this club and brought me and Starboy in some years ago. I’m pretty sure Starboy already beat me to telling you about this, didn’t he?”

“I didn’t know about the bartender being the owner.” You shook your head in mild disbelief, though that was masked over by amazement. “Why are you living as low-class profiles when you could be up there, basking in fame and importance with your club flourishing?”

“As I recall, I didn’t ask to be interrogated for my own life story.” Jewel interjected, voice sharper that its usual honey tone earlier. “I only agreed to speak to you because you wanted to know about Starboy, so let’s focus on him, alright?”

You zipped your mouth shut at Jewel’s sharp tone, and kept your hands balled at your thighs. You awaited Jewel’s explanation while the stripper took his sweet time stirring the margarita served on his hands, thoughtful eyes fixated on the green olive pierced on a toothpick. He seemed to be contemplating about the right events to spill, but the moment he placed his margarita down, he glazed his eyes over to yours, mouth spilling the words you’ve been waiting to hear.

“I don’t know what business you have with Starboy, so I’ll just keep my information clean. Miss—I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name—“

“[First Name].”

“[First Name]. Have you ever wondered why Jisung would always go to my place instead of his? I’m pretty sure he’s texted you a few times about him staying over at my place after clubbing.” 

You sunk lower to your seat, eyebrows furrowing at the question. Now that he mentioned it, Jisung never showed any texts of him going back home, or even staying home at that fact. He was always out and about every single day, and whenever you would ask about his lifestyle, he would shrug it off and say that he lives with his two other roommates. It was suspiciously vague, and you wondered why. Jewel took your silence as a no and gingerly sipped his margarita. “Thought so. Jisung recently got into a fight with his roommates, specifically Bang Chan. He wouldn’t tell me the reason, but as far as I know, it would be a week tomorrow since Jisung stayed over at my place. He denied about going back no matter how hard I tried to convince him to patch things up with Chan.”

“You know Bang Chan, Jewel-ssi?”

“Minho. Only call me Jewel when we’re fucking.” Jewel—or Minho, rather, added, unaware of the implications of a suggested make-out session happening between the both of you after this talk. He remained unfazed by the taken aback look on your face and continued along with his story. “And of course I know Bang Chan. He’s my best friend,” Then, Minho glanced over at you, eyes glinting in the dim room of the club, “and he’s Starboy.”

A chill ran down your spine at the mention of his name, eyes widening in realization. It was as if some of the puzzle pieces were being put together at the very instant Minho said that. The way Starboy said Jisung’s name in total alarm, the way he immediately disappeared the moment Jisung latched himself onto you. Of course, that has to be the reason! The two got involved in some big fight that caused Jisung to move out, which explains his place-hopping till ungodly hours. This refreshed your brain, and you felt like you were back on track.

Minho seemed to notice the gears in your head beginning to turn, for a scoff released from his lips, perhaps amused at your own enlightenment. “Of course, that isn’t the only reason why the two aren’t in the best of terms at the moment. It wasn’t only last week that Chan’s avoided Jisung like that. He’s been making sure that he would be out of Jisung’s reach every time he would enter the club. He would even ask for assistance just so that his roommate wouldn’t know the reason for his work.”

Confusion suddenly clouded over you, and the gears that had just started working came into a full halt. “And what is the reason for his work?”

You were surprised that you didn’t crumble underneath Minho’s piercing gaze ever since you first encountered him at the bar. It was eerily silent inside the private booth, and all you could hear was the blocked sound of the bass drumming from outside and the lustrous squeals and laughs of entertainers with their guests. You picked your fingers on the cedar wood of the chair, nervousness pooling at your gut while Minho only stared at you with that same gaze. You were starting to think that it was better if you didn’t ask that question at all.

Just as you were about to catch his attention, Minho suddenly spoke. “A word of advice, Miss [First Name]: don’t associate yourself with Bang Chan. I think that your interest in him is completely useless. I suggest that you stop wasting your time learning about him and get a move on with life.” Then, a tantalizing smirk graced his features, and took you up and down, as if hinting at a judgmental evaluation. “Besides, clubs aren’t your thing. You should just go back to attending college and graduating, all that bullcrap. The encounters with a starboy should only be a one-time thing.” 

Your blood boiled with every word that slipped past Minho’s lips, and you found yourself daring to glare back at him despite being terrified of him by the slightest. You knew that associating yourself with Bang Chan would be a bad idea, hell, he shouldn’t even matter to you. It just had to be that enrapturing performance that caught you knocked up in his graces, and you felt like Bang Chan would benefit something from your life. The way the both you looked at each other, the way his smile would stay on his lips when you talked half-drunkenly about your miseries. There was something about Bang Chan that made you want to keep on finding for him, and even if you had to go through Minho for him, then so be it. 

Instead of lashing out as one should, you spared Minho a tight smile and rose from your seat, fishing out a few good bucks to pay for his troubles. “Thank you for your time, Jewel. I hope $80 can make up for the time I’ve wasted on you.” You slapped the $80 on the table and slid it next to Minho, giving him one last final nod before you exited. You could feel the stripper’s eyes boring at the back of your head, hard and condescending as the first time you saw him. You knew he meant well for his best friend. In fact, it’s only reasonable that he should lay protection over the ones he loves. You would do it for Hyunjin, for Jisung. However, you were determined to figure out what role Bang Chan played in your life, and you weren’t backing out just yet.

Minho watched the curtains close on itself as you exited, his glare still in place. Margarita left condensing droplets on cedar wood, $40 laid helplessly at the edge of the table, the stripper let out a distraught sigh and fixed his gaze at one point. He knew that you weren’t going to back down. You seemed hell-bent to know his best friend like it was a mission you needed to accomplish. The only thing he was left wondering was this: why does Bang Chan interest you so much to the point of coming to him, a stripper, for answers? Your determination sure was questioning, but amusing at one point.

Just as the stripper was about to obtain his cash, the curtain doors suddenly flew open, revealing a waitress along with a familiar figure entering with tear-stained cheeks and panicked eyes.

“Jisung?” Minho’s eyes widened, taken aback by his sudden appearance. “What happened?”

Jisung’s hands were shaky beneath the clumps of clothed ball beneath his fists, and his breath was labored from all the running he’s been doing. Minho didn’t even know how fast he stood when Jisung told him a total of two simple words, but he knew it was enough for him to call out an early leave and into his car with Jisung, hands tightening on the steering wheel, foot slamming the gas pedal.

“It’s Chan.”

[chandisiacs]

starboy. ☆ part one: i’m a motherfuckin’ starboy 

NOTE: mentions of alcohol, strippers, vulgar language. 

WORD COUNT: 3646

m.list ☆ current part ☆ part two 

         The Neon Lane was crowded with blinding lights when you entered with your two best friends. The music drowned out the screams and stomps of the people who jumped and ground their bodies against each other, the sultry laughs and lewd moans of men and women alike sounded from the booths, and the flexible and flashy strippers posed themselves on the stage, exposing skin, earning money from each dance and each pose that would make a person’s arousal run like adrenaline. To be honest, this wasn’t your typical Friday night; your nights would mostly be chilling by the couch of your shared apartment with Hyunjin, watching multiple seasons of any series on Netflix and crying your eyes out when each series ended. It’s become a routine for you, and it was exactly that reason why your roommate and your best friend brought you to this club--a strip club at that. 

“Guys,” you stopped short at the entrance after the bouncer let you three in, “I don’t think clubbing is such a good idea for me. I feel like my clothes are too tight.” You grabbed at the hem of your burgundy satin wrap dress, pulling it down to where it reaches your knees, and Hyunjin really had the audacity to glance at the cleavage that exposed itself through the low-v neck of your dress. “Too tight, or too low.” He rolled his eyes and hooked his fingers on your straps, tugging the fabric back up to secure your chest. “Besides, Netflix and crying is all you ever do. Loosen up! Have fun. If you need anything, Jisung and I are just around the corner. Isn’t that right, Ji?” 

“You betcha.” Your best friend, Jisung, gave you a supportive wink as he felt his palm through his slicked back blonde hair. Taking a good look at the both of them, you began to realize how good they made themselves look for this occasion. May it be through the countless visits that they’ve gone through in this strip club (Jisung even put in a good word for the bouncer. Just how many times have they been here?), but it was tonight that made them look even more regal, more alluring. Hyunjin had worn your makeup, smokey eyeshadow brushed on the lids of his eyes to accentuate his sharp eyes, highlighter to bring out the shine of his cheeks, and glossed lips that shone underneath the spotlights. You were sure enough that he was getting laid tonight with that hair slicked back and those lips looking like cherries, ready to be bitten and chewed.  

You never knew if you looked good. It is your first time in a wild place such as this, so you wondered if your bronze makeup apparel made you stick out. You got some comfort from Hyunjin earlier, telling you that you were the most stunning roommate he’s ever seen, but you retorted him back with a, “I am your only roommate, dumbass.” At least he made you feel good, though, and it worked. Needless to say, there was no turning back now. 

“Alright, ladies and Hyunjin,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes at Jisung’s comment, “Get loose, have fun, and party the night away. Which lucky baby is having me tonight?” He strolled around the place, checking out women and men alike, until his eye caught a man adorned in a loose silk red button-down with a matching choker and glimmering earrings passing by him with a whiff of perfume overcoming Jisung’s nostrils. Surely, Jisung never forgot the golden tear that was painted on his cheek, and turned back, calling his attention, “Guess I’ve found mine faster than I thought.” 

You stared in worry as the man with the golden tear stopped on his tracks and faced Jisung, and you didn’t fail to notice the way Jisung’s breath hitched at the way the man looked him up and down, his cat-like eyes boring into his before his lips stretched into a smirk, nudging Jisung over to the booth. Pleased, Jisung looked at the both of you, and patted you on the back. “Catch you tomorrow, [First Name]. I feel like I’ll end up on his bed tonight.” 

“And you’ll be catching a woman in mine.” Hyunjin whistled at one of the party girls, eyefucking her by the back of her backless cocktail dress. Your eyes widened at what your roommate had just said, and grabbed him by the arm as soon as you found him straying further than you.“What? We sleep in the same room!” 

“I know that.” Hyunjin replied, his eyes still transfixed on the woman. “Do me favor, [First Name], and get laid.”

“Excuse me?! I didn’t sign up for this!” You exclaimed, grasping Hyunjin’s chin to veer his attention to yours. “You were the one who brought me here. You said you’d be by my side! What the hell ever happened to, ‘If you ever need us, Jisung and I are just around the corner’?” 

Hyunjin fell into a deep sigh and took your hand off his chin, staring at you intently. “Yeah, just around the corner fucking people. Besides, you were also the one who said that you needed a break from the ending of The Witcher, so Jisung and I brought you here to have a good time. Now,” he patted your cheeks, and flashed you a cheeky smile, “be a good girl for Hyunnie, and loosen the hell up. Drink a couple of tequila, grind on the dance floor, stuff dollars on strippers’ g-strings. Make tonight your night, [First Name].” 

With that, your roommate took off, leaving you completely lost at the end of the staircase. The music began to drown the entire space the moment you were left on your own, and the crowd seemed to double in your vision. Your heart raced as you took baby steps towards the crowd, searching for something to do, something to get your mind off this shriveling anxiety building up at the pit of your stomach. This club really wasn’t your style. You wished that you had never agreed to this, and continued ranting to your friends about how that ending of The Witcher blew your mind away. You wished that Hyunjin and Jisung had never brought you to this skanky and loud place, and brought you to some 24-hour fast food chain instead. Forgive them for being single and horny, but that was their fault, not yours. 

You were just steps away from the entrance and staggering into the bar when a hand suddenly slid to grasp your waist. Panic swelled up on your chest as your lungs constricted with alcohol-laden oxygen from the slurred man hanging himself over to your side, cheeks flushed and breath hot with beer. “Hey, beautiful.” He hummed, leaning closer to you. “I seem to have lost my tongue. Can I have yours in my mouth instead?” 

Your nose scrunched up at the overpowering smell of beer coming out of his own mouth, and your heart thumped harder on your chest the moment you felt his terribly hot breath fanning your neck. You wanted to scream, scream out for anybody just to get this man off you. His grasp on your waist was strong, and if you even tried to make a move, he might have his hands elsewhere on your body that you really didn’t want to feel. You stumbled on your own words, and settled for a shy grin instead whilst trying to pry his fingers off you. “I’m sorry, sir, you must have the wrong girl.” 

The drunken man took you up in down before cackling at your face. “Please, I think I’ve got the right one. Why don’t we move this little conversation over to the booth.” Then, he lowered his eyes to your chest, before looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. “I’d love to know what’s underneath this dress, baby.” 

Before you could deny his perverted claims, the lights suddenly shun on your peripheral, catching your attention from the drunk man to the stage. Your eyes widened in curiosity as a man suddenly appeared in front of the stage, suddenly drawing every woman’s attention to him in a crazed manner. They all crowded towards him, reaching out towards him with bucks flailing on their hands even though the man hasn’t performed yet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the host announced, loud and clear on your ears, “the man of the hour, Starboy!” 

The lights dimmed, and the lights turned red and white upon the spotlight shining across the man’s face. He was posed on the center of the stage, eyes closed and one knee propped up as part of his starting pose. He looked absolutely alluring in that loose, black and gold-striped button-down and black leather pants, and his hair was curled to the side, sweeping all the way so that his forehead was showing. He was flushed with makeup from the lushed, peach lips to the familiar golden tear on his cheek, and the wind that blew behind him made him stand out more, made him look ten times more captivating to you. 

Then, he opened his eyes, and before you knew it, your hands were off the last man who hit on you, and your body found its way to the tethering crowd, all thirsting and growling for more of his performance. You never minded the bumps on your shoulder or the push and shove of your body from the countless screams and jumps, but as you found yourself to the center of the crowd, your vision hyper-focused on the man named ‘Starboy’ and him only. 

His performance was every bit ethereal as it could get; a perfect outline of his abs flashed like pale porcelain on the spotlight, the curve of his hips as he ground down to the sensual, slow beat of the music, the tease of his fingers on the buttons, loosening each button until his top was discarded on the floor. You found women screaming even louder and stuffing dollars into his leather pants, while Starboy flashed them charming grins with dimples that could kill. You realized that you were standing at the front of the stage when you found him standing in front of you, panting, topless, and irresistible. “Well?” He husked, grin smug. “Is that dollar for show, honey, or are you going to give it to me?” 

You never got what he was referring to until you found yourself holding a dollar on your very hands. You must’ve unconsciously got it out of your purse as you were watching him, and at that thought, your mind went on a momentary overdrive before hesitantly stuffing the dollar on the side of his hip. You released a breath you never knew you held when Starboy sent you his thanks, and occupied himself with the rest of the crowd, and it was as of this night that you couldn’t forget what you had just done. Could you believe that once upon a time in your life, as you watched those strip club scenes, you told yourself that you’d never do such a thing like that? Yet, here you were, sending off money to the man who made you feel terrible, but surprisingly aroused. His performance was surely one of a kind, and it didn’t help one bit that after the performance, as you sat on that bar, drowning yourself with vodka, that his husky, panting voice echoed on your ear, haunting you for good. 

It was nearing 11 in the evening that night when you downed your fourth vodka-infused cooler, and that’s when the alcohol started hitting you in the head, making you a little dizzy. You tried your very best to forget what you did back there, but Starboy’s very own appearance just stuck to you like a vivid memory that could never be forgotten. Thankfully enough, you were in a foul enough mood to have any other guy piss off, and you were glad that none of them were trying anything on you, not until a man suddenly came up to the bar beside you, and heeded the bartender. “Aye Lixie, some Smirnoff for me and a water for the lady over here, thanks.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed at the familiarity of his voice, but your irritability got to the best of you as you snapped at the man. “I didn’t ask for water, dumbass, knock it off.” The moment you turned to give him a piece of his mind, your words ran dry on your throat when you saw the man at the center of your thoughts in full flesh, looking back at you with that same smug look he gave you earlier. He was back to his black and gold striped button-down, but the golden tear was still painted on his right cheek, glimmering against the neon lights flashing against his face. Your eyes immediately widened at what you had just told him, and turned your gaze to your half-finished cooler, suddenly embarrassed. “Oh...I’m sorry I said that…” 

“It’s no problem.” Starboy chuckled, and thanked the bartender for giving him his Smirnoff. You thanked him too for giving you some water, but you still drew your finger on the rim of your cooler, embarrassed enough to even look up at him. “So, I take it that you’re a newbie here. You came alone?” 

You shook your head at that, and forced yourself to look up at him. “My friend and my roommate brought me here. My roommate’s over there, eating that girl’s face,” you gestured him towards the booth where you both found Hyunjin clashing tongues with the women he hit on earlier, “and my friend’s probably somewhere else with some dude with the red silk top.” 

Starboy’s head perked up at that, and smiled gently. “Ah, you must be talking about Jewel then.” He chuckled when you raised a brow at him, as if wondering how he knew the man you were referring to. “He’s one of my best friends. We only had each other here when this club first started, well, him and Felix over there.” He nudged his head to the bartender, Felix, who was busy shaking up a margarita. “His name isn’t actually Jewel.” Starboy carried on once he knew you were listening. “His name’s Minho.” He took an ample sip from his Smirnoff, and looked at you, smiling oddly tender. “It’s thanks to them that I finally have a job here. If it weren’t for them, I…” 

You looked up from your cooler, and found Starboy stirring at his own bottle, as if deep in thought. You wanted to pry further on how he managed to land a job at a place like this, but instead, you focused your eyes onto the golden tear on his cheek. “What’s that mean? The tear on your cheek.” 

Starboy was confused for a moment before he brought his fingertips to the base of his cheek, patting the glittered gold spread on it. “Ah, this? This is the mark of a stripper. All strippers who work here need to have this mark. It’s to distinguish between the strippers and performers. Performers have blue tears and only get to be on stage. Strippers have golden ones and have the whole booth to themselves.” 

“Then,” you prompted, eyes still fixed on the golden tear on his cheek, pondering on his performance earlier, “why do you wear it as gold?” 

The smile that spread on Starboy’s lips was enough to have women on their knees before him, enough to have you on your knees as well. However, as he leaned closer just enough for you to hear him through the droning crowd, you found yourself staying in place this time prior to when you first had to pull back from a man. “I’m a special case, darling.” That was all he said, and gave you a flirtatious wink before setting off, leaving you alone on the bar, processing what he just said. 

“Wait!” You shouted afterwards, and Starboy stopped on his tracks before turning back to you. “I didn’t get your name, Starboy.” 

If a smile could light up an entire room like starlight, then Starboy’s smile would’ve lit the entire club by the flash of his own. He was taking small steps towards you, as if pondering whether or not he should give his actual name to a complete stranger. You understood if he didn’t. After all, you both barely knew each other, and who’s to say that the both of you would meet again? It was most unlikely for you, considering that you vowed to never enter a strip club again even if Jisung or Hyunjin told you to. However, his eyes widened as he looked above your shoulder, and you could see impending fear building up on his eyes as he suddenly stepped backwards, ready to flee. “What’s wrong?” You asked him worriedly. 

“Fuck. Jisung.” Starboy muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear. You turned around to see who he was referring to, until shockingly enough, you found your best friend walking towards the bar with the most lovestruck expression on his face, probably reaching out to you. “Why is he here? He’s not supposed to be--” You whipped your head back to Starboy, but he was nowhere to be found. You were left with utter confusion and slight disappointment. How did Starboy know Jisung? Were they related? Did Jisung set some history between him and Starboy to make him disappear like that? You glanced over to the discarded Smirnoff resting atop the polished black tiles, leaving wet circles on the concrete from the water that dripped down from the half-full bottle, and sighed upon your own, wondering where he had gone off to. 

“[FIRST NAME]!” Jisung’s obnoxiously loud and cheery voice almost destroyed your eardrums as usual, only this time it was worse because you were in a club. He slung his arm over your shoulder and giggled onto your shoulder, acting like a complete drunk fool in love. “God, I just had the most AMAZING striptease ever!” He squeaked the word “amazing” in your ear, and you flinched upon the frequency it brought upon your beloved eardrums. “Man, that Jewel guy is flexible as hell! His upper body’s alright, it’s lean and good enough for me, but Lord help me, the thighs, [First Name]! He was grinding on my fucking cock and I could’ve sworn his thighs felt like Heaven. Oh,” he sobbed onto you, clinging on you for dear life, “I wanna fuck him, [First Name]! Please!” 

“I’m not some damn whorehouse owner, and Jewel isn’t a prostitute!” You slapped his hands off your waist, bothered by the heat he was radiating off to you. “What the hell happened to him anyway? I thought you said that you’d end up in his bed tonight?” 

“Oh, I will.” Jisung wriggled his eyebrows at you and slammed a piece of paper with his number on it. “Not only that, I got his number. You know what this means, right? You know what this fucking means?!” He slapped the piece of paper onto your chest, and you sighed exasperatedly at him, snatching his wrist to stop. “Your commitment level has risen up to Level 2?” 

Jisung batted his eyelashes at this before scoffing and whacking you on the forehead. “No, dumbass, he’s gonna want to see me more! No stripper has ever given me their number before, not until Jewel!” He looked over to where Jewel sat, giving his next customer his undivided attention as his customer talked about money and most probably wages. He looked exceptionally bored as he watched him speak, but when he spared Jisung a glance, the stripper twinkled him with a wink and a smirk before going back to his customer, leaving Jisung to fawn and lean himself closer to you. “Aw, I think I’ve hit the jackpot! Don’t you think, [First Name]--[First Name], where are you going?!” 

“Out.” You responded back, your throat hoarse from impending disappointment and the after effects of the alcohol scorching at the sides. It was a complete understatement for you to feel at least slightly outraged; the man who had literally saved your life with his captivating performance revealed himself to you, but your best friend just had to swoop in and fend him off. Your thoughts clouded with that last bit, that split second when Starboy uttered Jisung’s name and disappeared into the crowd and out of your life. The frightened look he gave when Jisung approached you was clearly something out of the ordinary, and it left you to wonder how the two knew each other. However, those thoughts were quickly diminished by the want to leave the club this very instant, and snatched your wrist away from Jisung’s grasp on it. “I can’t stay here any longer. I’m sorry, Ji.” 

Without giving him any space to respond, you quickly made your way out of the dancefloor and up the stairs towards the entrance. You dimly dismissed Jisung’s “See you at your birthday party!” as you skimmed through the crowd, and finally made your way out of the club, wanting no more than to finally settle in the comfort of your own apartment with a certain man running at the center of your thoughts. 

You didn’t even notice the man himself watching you exit the strip club, and neither did you need to know that you have been in the center of his own thoughts the moment he captivated you in the middle of his performance. Without a word, he flickered his gaze from the staircase back to the dancefloor and decided to heed for an early leave, his excuse being that he was merely exhausted when the truth was that he couldn’t focus on anything else but you on his mind. 

[chandisiacs]

starboy. ☆ a bang chan + reader mini-series [masterlist] 

☆☆ wherein you need some social life away from your work and your personal space, and han jisung and hwang hyunjin bring you to a strip club to get loose. you didn’t think you’d be interested, assuming that clubbing wasn’t really your type, but you begin to think twice when a performer makes his way up on stage with a stage name called ‘starboy’. 

CHARACTERS: bang chan + reader, briefly mentioned han jisung + lee minho, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin

WORD COUNT: TBA

AUDIENCE RATING: E (explicit) for sexual activity, clubbing, strippers, and mentions of alcohol  *warnings may vary 

NOTE: this was thought of all the way since the 7th of april and ever since then it has gone through many changes because of unsatisfactory reasons. this was originally planned to be a one-shot but i plan to start off small because i’m slowly gaining my motivation back to write and do things during this quarantine. i hope you guys enjoy, nonetheless! you can leave your thoughts about it, or send love if you feel like it. stay safe everyone! ♡

starboy. ☆ chapter list 

[𝐎𝐍𝐄.] i’m a motherfuckin’ starboy | [𝐓𝐖𝐎.] the missing golden tear | [𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.] what am i? [coming soon] |  [𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.] the party [coming soon]

© chandisiacs, 2020 ; please don’t repost or translate my works without my permission.

[chandisiacs]

[1:33pm] three fingers in, hands weaved on your throat like a choker, saliva trickling down your sore lips, and minho’s gaze boring fire into the back of your own skull. a mixture of these four things all happened within a span of ten minutes (well, twelve minutes, if you count the heated argument minho and you shared through that intense kiss), and the only thought that swirled in your mind while you struggled to hide the pleasure from him was, “fuck, he is good.” 

“you know, it’s funny,” minho chuckled bitterly through his hooded bangs, digging his fingers deeper into your throat. he’s every bit satisfied when a choke escapes from your mouth, but the moan you let out from the arousal that soars through his restriction got to the best of him. scoffing, he tilts his head in means to mock you, and juts out his lower lip, “you were out there slutshaming me in those halls, spreading all those rumors of me, when you still haven’t gotten a taste of me. now that you’re having me, are your rumors true then?” he inches closer to you and hums lightly, yet his voice lacing with venom. “am i a needy little slut who sleeps for attention, or are you just telling the people that because you don’t want them to admit it’s actually you?” 

he curls his fingers deeper into your core, and you let out a strained cry that had you grasping the wall pathetically in attempts to pull yourself together. sweat began to form on your neck by this time, and your breaths quickened by each clench of his fingers in you and each degradation spilling from his poison-filled lips. you hate to admit it, but he was true. the only reason why you filled the school hallways with rumors about lee minho being the biggest slut in the campus, it was only so that it could drive the impending rumors about you fooling around too. minho is the bigger slut. he has a bigger body count, and he even comes to class filled with hickeys and sore thighs from the last fucking session he had with some person. 

he’s the bigger slut, and you’re convinced that he’ll stay one. perfect for the next round of gossip. 

with every bit of energy you could muster, you looked up at minho despite feeling absolutely weak on your knees, and spat back something that could hopefully penetrate him just like you did to him in front of everybody else. “yeah, i’m a slut, alright, but at least i don’t beg to be fucked, unlike you.” 

a painful silence ensues after that spiteful comeback, and when you thought you had penetrated him, you didn’t realize that you just made it worse. hard gaze still fixated on you, he pulls his fingers out of you, and revives the air back on your throat as he backs away from where he pinned you against the wall. your knees were beginning to give up on you from the stretch of his fingers in you, but you were too confused to care about the soreness that would smear hours later. your eyes widened when minho shrugged the school’s blazer off, undid his buttons, and unbuckled his belt, and while a little part of you liked that, you still fixated your gaze on him nonetheless, excited for what your spite has driven him. 

“you want to have it that way? fine.” was all that minho said, before stripping his button-down loose and rolling his shoulders back, as if he was warming up for a challenge. with slow steps, he approaches towards you, and before you could even blink, you’re suddenly on your knees, and your chin is gripped tightly to even with minho’s gaze which blazed brightly with determination and lust. “let’s just see who’ll beg so desperately to be fucked, shall we?”