#solieverse: planet dream

[christronomy]

the devil is faceless // bang chan

cw: horror/doppelgänger au, fem reader, chris is a killer (for a good cause lol), body horror (mutilation), brief mention of murder/death, gore, and sex (not very detailed tho), slight angst.

you think about it as you lie on the cold floor. you're much closer to your dead lover than you thought you ever would be. it's almost as if you're holding his body in your arms again, the feeling of deadweight heavy on your chest, tears trailing down the sides of your head a reminder how he once was. warm.

christopher always ran warmer than usual, but it was a perfect contrast to how cold you often were. his arms were the only place you felt safest in, and he preferred it that way. "the world isn't what you think it is, pretty girl," he'd once said. he would always keep you safe from the monsters, the people who posed any sort of threat. he always got rid of the problem. that was, until it came back to haunt him.

your eyes always gave you away, because you were too innocent. you still couldn't understand how things functioned ever since they changed. anyone here could be an imposter or a copy of someone else, or even worse, tortured by their own perception of themself in a way that made them extremely hostile. you didn't see things the way he did, which was the complete opposite. chris always saw it, ever since you were kids—the imperfections in their facial expressions, wide, unnatural smiles, strange voices that he always heard in the back of his mind, in his nightmares.

when he got older he figured that disposing of these vile creatures would help silence those voices, but he was wrong. at first, it was fulfilling, but then it turned into a chore, and it was something not many people approved of. he was taking justice into his own hands and they didn't like it. how could someone kill so carelessly? how would you know they're really those monsters if you can't look at their face?

but chris always knew the difference. it was like they teased him, followed him around. they were unmistakably identifiable compared to real humans, and there were many more of those things than people thought, they just didn't realize how many more. so they called him paranoid, they never believed him when he described the truth, spreading lies and making it seem like he was simply telling stories, grueling fairytales just to scare others.

you always believed him, never doubted him for a second, especially when you saw it happen for the first time, the transformation that leaves barely an idea of what used to be-twisting limbs, the sound of flesh tearing and contorting, almost as if the body was just liquid in a mold, taking an entirely different shape. "don't look," he'd said, quickly pulling you into his arms and covering your eyes and ears with his coat, and in a matter of seconds, the walls were covered in blood. you didn't want to look away. she was your best friend, and you didn't want to forget what she looked like, but no matter how much you tried, you could only see what she had become, every time you closed your eyes.

what stuck with you the most was the voice, the sound of her screams almost like laughter, mixing with sobs, silent cries for help being overshadowed by the evil taking over her body, her life, her soul. only then was when you truly understood chris, why he was always sure to be on high alert at all times, why he struggled to sleep every night, why he needed the nicotine to soothe his body even if it was only a temporary fix. you truly understood what he said when he’d described it. the way it sounded to you was exactly what he'd said before.

"it sounds like a demon's laugh. twisted, sadistic, like it's enjoying itself. like the devil himself is whispering in your ear."

and he was right, the devil himself whispered in your ear that night, and never shut up, even to this day. the whisper became more like an obnoxiously loud, taunting voice the day that chris died. he died telling you to look away, with a smile on his face, because you knew that whenever he said those two simple words, the threat would be taken care of. but this time, it wasn't, and this time, you didn’t look away as the bullet went straight through his head, his blood spraying onto your face, watching him fall to his side with a sickening thud. snipers had somehow found and ambushed you as you were making your way back home, and he knew you were surrounded, he had sharp eyes. anyone else wouldn't be able to see where they were hiding, but he spotted every single one immediately, the lasers aiming straight for his head, and he knew he'd be dead if he made another move.

but they didn't spare him even when he stood still, and they didn't lift a finger when you held him in your arms in the middle of the abandoned road, your voice giving out from the way you couldn't contain your agonized screams. since then, he couldn't be there to protect you, to tell you to look away and that it would all be over soon, so you were lost. and that's how you ended up here, now, on the floor, limbs painfully stretched, you were pretty sure some of your bones had even snapped in the process, and you could see your blood pooling by your body through the corner of your eye. all because you'd encountered one of them. you narrowly escaped the attack somehow, but the effect of it still got to your body, painfully contorting it in an attempt to take control.

if chris were here, he would have eliminated the thing immediately, you thought. you thought about the way he always wore a large, long coat to hide his weapons, and to bury your face in it whenever you encountered a threat. it was the same way he would pull you into him when you were alone in the confines of your room, in your shared bed. you always laid your head down on his chest that way so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat, because it was the only way you could sleep. it was the same way he held you close when you got too tired from working your hips, the room feeling hot, stars obscuring your vision as soon as he whispered a soft, “i got you, baby,” as he took control, filling your mind with bliss.

if chris were here you wouldn't feel so cold like you do right now, you wouldn't be in so much pain, struggling to breathe, watching and feeling the life slowly drain out of you. but as much as it hurts, you’re starting to feel okay with it, because now you won't have to deal with this, whatever it is. because chris was right, this world wasn't what you thought it was. but he would've been proud of you for making it this far. now you're so much closer to your lover than ever, so instead of focusing on the blood by your ears, you look away one last time as your vision blurs, letting out a long breath. the cold deadweight on your chest suddenly feels like a warm, familiar embrace, the subtle smell of nicotine wafting through your nose, the once torturous whispers turning into soft-spoken reassurances, strong arms cradling your soul gently as you sink into the depths of this inevitable fate.

[christronomy]

drunk words are sober thoughts // bang chan

cw: fluff, suggestive, it is implied that chris and reader are fwb, reader is drunk, brief mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, kissing, cuddling, chan is referred to mostly as chris/channie. not proofread. if i missed anything lmk <3

you were drunk. too drunk to even process how you got here, but you weren't complaining. you were in chris's room, in his bed, laying in his arms as gently ran his fingers through your hair. you and your best friends had gone out to a mutual friend's party, only expecting to get a little tipsy, since all you wanted to do was let loose and have some fun after a long, exhausting week. it seems like you really underestimated your tolerance this time, which meant you texted chris without realizing it, which also meant he came to your rescue even though you didn't necessarily need him to. he didn't even take you to your apartment. instead, he brought you to his dorm room, ignoring your drunken pleas for him to take you home and let you crash in your own bed. he insisted on keeping an eye on you so he could make sure he'd be there to help you nurse your hangover in the morning. he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

"but, why?" you whined, your voice dragging out, and you huffed against his chest as you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips. chris held in a giggle as he spoke, mimicking your tone. "we've already been over this, see? you're too drunk to even remember," he said, his gaze meeting yours.

"if you wanted to fuck me, you could've just said that, channie," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, and chris's eyes widened at your boldness, his ears turning a bright shade of pink. even in your drunken haze, you couldn't help but tease him, you found his reactions awfully endearing. "i- well- no, i'd never take advantage of you like that... and we're just friends, yeah? we don't even sleep together that often, only sometimes. and it's not like i thought you texted me for that or anythi-"

you giggled and cut him off with a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "was a joke, channie, you pervert!" you exclaimed softly, throwing a weak punch at his chest and leaning your forehead against it. a bashful smile formed on his lips, and he leaned his chin on your head as his hands moved to caress your back now.

you leaned against him for a long while, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the comfortable silence, the way his fingertips ghosted against your clothed back. you loved his touches, they were waist gentle, affectionate. it was a subconscious thing now—him pulling you in for a hug or spooning you whenever. you weren't even together, but it seemed like he couldn't not be this close to you when you were around. although sometimes you would playfully push him away or call him annoying, you couldn't help but enjoy this, the way he was so touchy with you comforted you in a way that only he could.

"channie?" you muttered, breaking the silence, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt, and he hummed in response right away. you were a bit dizzy and extremely exhausted, the alcohol really getting to you now, so you couldn't muster up enough energy to look at him as you spoke. "i love you," you said, and chris felt his heart almost stop at your words. you'd never told him you loved him before, not even as a joke, and never when you were under the influence. this was new.

"you love me, hmm?" he asked quietly, and you giggled again, turning your head to lean your cheek against his chest. "mhmm... love you," you whispered, your words slurring as you felt yourself dozing off. it wasn't long until your breathing slowed down, and he could tell you were asleep by the way your body weight was fully against him now. he knew you wouldn't remember what you said in the morning, and that it was most likely just the alcohol speaking for you, but something inside of him really hoped you meant it. "i love you, too," he whispered, kissing your forehead softly.

[christronomy]

"is this what real love feels like?"

he'd asked himself this question when he first realized he loved you, but he wasn't sure just yet. he wanted to wait it out a little longer, test the waters a little more for his own sanity. it wasn't the first time he'd felt this way— hopelessly in love, like he's falling, falling, hard, fast, too fast, not knowing what the outcome was going to be when he landed.

the questions constantly raced through his mind; they were repetitive and made his head spin with uncertainty and fear. would he hit the ground and never get back up, never recover? or would you be there to catch him and break his fall? what if he let himself fall freely? could he trust you enough to be there? what if it backfired on him and you ended up leaving right before it was time to save him?

it wasn't the first time he'd done this�� shared his body with someone in hopes of making them stay a little longer, maybe even love him a little more. "you don't have to do that," you'd said, and he looked at you, confused. it was late at night, you were both naked under the covers, and he tensed up as you gently caressed his body, only confirming your suspicions all the more. "do what?" he questioned, briefly avoiding eye contact, and you raised your eyebrows. "you know. we all have needs, and that's okay, chris. it's never too much to ask for affection sometimes," you reassured him softly, whispering the last part as you tucked your cheek into his chest, and he instinctively held his breath, not being able to relax his body completely until he fell asleep.

it was a bad habit he'd started to develop after his first heartbreak, along with the constant second-guessing himself, and the constant doubting of his ability to love back freely without having to worry about what might happen in the future. because that's what happens when you give so much of yourself to someone and they end up leaving, without a word, without reason, taking everything with them, leaving you with only the useless remains of what once was something so priceless, so beautiful.

but with you, god, with you, things are completely different. you make him want to do everything he's ever been afraid of doing. you make him want to open up and love you freely, love you without feeling like he has to watch his back to make sure you won't attempt to hurt him when he's not looking. it's a new feeling, not very familiar, but he wants it to be. he wants to love you like this. he wouldn't do it any other way.

that's why you're currently under him, already a moaning mess, his hands are gripping your waist like you'll disappear if he doesn't hold on tight enough. it's a pretty tight squeeze, but you don't mind it at all, not when he's fucking into you so passionately, making love to you in the best way he knows how.

you can't help the tears that had been welling up in your eyes, letting them spill out, because he's finally opening up, giving himself to you without hesitation. he's not recoiling and shutting you out like he used to, because for once, this feels right. what was once such a tedious chore to him is now something he's doing willingly. it doesn't feel the same as it did before, when he would fuck you good and hard just to make you feel like you had a reason to stay. and to you, he doesn't feel so absent anymore. he's engaged, making eye contact, whispering sweet praises in your ear, moaning whenever you clenched around him, touching everywhere his hands can reach.

and god did it feel good. it feels good to let himself melt into you like this, let you touch him the way you want. it feels so good to relish in the way you moan his name as he angles his hips to hit that particular spot inside of you just right, feeling your pretty cunt pulsate around him, and you absolutely adore the way he tosses his head back, small whines escaping his lips at the feeling.

chris brings his hands up to cup your cheeks as he continues to thrust into you slowly now, wiping your tears with his thumbs and kissing you deeply, and his heart skips a few beats at the way you moan in his mouth when he does so. the kiss made something flourish inside of him, a feeling that was so unfamiliar but felt like home at the same time, and he could feel it in the way you both smiled against each other's lips. you were his girl, his love, who healed his heart in so many ways, and he would never trade you for anything else.

this is what real love feels like.

[christronomy]

tears on my soundboard // bang chan

cw : gn reader, nothing but pure angst, mention of death

he's lost you. he's lost you. he still can't wrap his head around it. there's just no way, no way he couldn't save you. there's no way he couldn't have been there to stop this from happening. he can't blame himself, because he has nothing to do with how it happened, he knows that, yet he can't help but feel like he could've done something. but then again, death is merciless, selfish, it takes without warning. he just still hasn't been able to process it fully yet, the fact that you were here and then you were gone, just like that.

chris's been sitting alone in his studio for what feels like ages, and the video's been on loop for how long now? he can't even remember. it's not like he cares anyways. all he wants is to hear your voice. it's been several days since your passing, and he's already forgetting what you smelled like, what your hugs felt like, what it felt like to be around you in general. all he has left of you now is your voice, and he'll be damned if he ever forgets that. he could lose all his memory, forget everything he's ever known, but he could never forget the sound of your voice. he wouldn't.

he can't even bring himself to look up at the screen, but he knows the video like the back of his hand, and he wishes he wouldn't remember it so easily. he hates the way he can catch on to what's happening just by listening, his brain replaying the scenes over and over as if he were actually watching it.

"hi," chris says softly, and you look up, met by his phone camera angled towards you. "are you recording?" you ask, your voice laced with a playful giggle, and he huffs out a laugh as you stand on your tiptoes, putting your nose up to the camera teasingly. "say hi," he says, and your brows furrow as you look past his phone to lock eyes with him. "you gonna send it to someone?" you ask, teasing, and he laughs again. "no, it's just for me, i promise," he says, and you smile. "okay! hiiii channieeee! i love youuuu," you say, grabbing his phone and angling the camera towards your nose again, which causes the two of you to break into a fit of giggles before the video cuts off.

he doesn't even realize he's crying until he looks down to see the round droplets on his soundboard, but he can't even be bothered to move to wipe them away. he just stares at them blankly until he feels like he can't even hold his own weight up anymore, so he puts his head down on his arm over the soundboard, defeated. it's not until he feels the tears run down the side of his face that he realizes he's full on sobbing now, and he covers his eyes with his free arm, his hoodie sleeves soaking up the tears. he's still not sick of your voice playing in the background, but he doesn't think he ever will be. he swears he won't stop listening to it until it's imprinted in his mind.

chris ends up crying himself to sleep on his soundboard, not really paying any mind to the way his tears continue to fall as his eyes become heavier, until he can't muster up enough strength to keep them open anymore. some of the members had come to check on him, but they didn't even get as far as opening the door all the way, as it was obvious that he still wasn't ready to talk to anyone yet, and it was the first time in a few days that he'd actually gotten sleep, so they decided to let him be.

the video played for hours as he slept, your voice echoing louder than the sound of the sirens that haunted his dreams, louder than the words that he never imagined he'd hear. but he still felt that same dread that filled him as soon as he heard them.

"they didn't make it."

he couldn't see a future without you around. he'd never even thought about it. how different were things going to be now that you weren't going to be here? how was he going to live without you? he still wished he could've done or said something, anything differently to change things so that you'd still be here. if it were up to him, you definitely would be.

"hiiii channieeee! i love youuuu."

if only he'd told you more often how much he really loved you, too.

[christronomy]

stay // han jisung

18+ minors dni

cw : afab reader, a pinch more like a handful of angst, smut but sad, lwk a forbidden love typa thing ? not sure, not 100% proofread, half-ass ending bc i kinda got writer's block right at the end smh, i'm tired and it's so late but i still wanted to share bc angsty smut is my fave thing to write when shit goes south

his gaze is intense, eyes moving from your lips to your eyes. down, up, down, up again. his fingers slightly graze your wrist, and he's contemplating taking it and pinning it up against your head on the bed, but something's stopping him.

the sudden realization that this, whatever it is, isn't gonna last very long.

he bites his bottom lip slightly. he really wants to kiss you. your expression dares him to continue. "what is he waiting for?" you wonder, because you really want him to kiss you too. you really want him to take you, pretend you're all his, take you like it's his last time, because this time may just be it.

he finally leans in closer, close enough for you to feel his warm breath fan onto your lips, reluctant yet inviting, and he smiles bitterly before closing the small space between them.

you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him, the taste of him, as the hand that was on your wrist moves down to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it gently, urging you to take it off. the kiss fuels a desire in him to feel your bare skin against his, to be closer, so much closer. it's almost as if he's addicted to that feeling, the rush that he feels when there's nothing separating your bodies, when he's fucking you raw, feeling you around him, under him, hands on his back, when you're moaning his name, begging him to go faster, harder.

the anticipation of being able to feel that again is what motivates him to help you get undressed as quickly as possible. he can't help the bulge that forms in his jeans when he kisses you, or the way his cock twitches slightly when he feels you tug on his waistband needily. he helps you pull them off, his body shivering with excitement, and he lets out a soft groan as his now painfully hard cock bounces off his abdomen when it's freed of it's confines.

he settles himself between your legs, and you sigh when his bare skin comes in contact with yours, the heat from both of your bodies causing the two of you to hiss in satisfaction. you shiver in anticipation, and he finally rubs the head of his cock against your clit, moaning at the feeling, the knot in your lower abdomen already tightening slightly. you whine in protest, putting your hands on his biceps and lightly squeezing them, and his eyes search yours.

"i need you inside of me," you think to yourself, and it's like he's read your mind, because he pushes in slowly, just to make sure he doesn't hurt you, continuing without hesitation when he sees the way your back arches off the bed, the way your eyes squeeze shut, already getting lost in the pleasure, and that's when he forgets.

the way your insides hug his cock so perfectly, it feels like warm velvet around him, and you're so fucking tight. it all feels too good to even think about the guilt, the shame that may come after. he's already a moaning mess, and you're not doing any better.

he lowers his head so that his lips are right by your ear, making sure that you hear the soft moans that escape his throat. he occasionally licks short stripes on the shell of your ear, and you place a hand on his head, tugging at his hair as you get even more enveloped in the pleasure.

your orgasm comes first, and as he watches you fall apart under him, a part of him wishes this could last forever. he watches the way you look so fucked out and beautiful under him, panting, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, your voice chanting his name like a prayer that could save you from the misery that is letting him fuck you like this, knowing that it's wrong, that it's only temporary.

it's not long until he's coming undone as well, his hair falling over his eyes as he lowers himself so that he can lean his forehead against your shoulder.

“please, stay with me,” he silently begs through small, desperate whimpers of what was once pleasure, now turning into something bitter to his senses as the afterglow of his orgasm hits him. he hopes that you didn't hear him. there was nothing you wanted more than to give him what he wanted, but it just wasn't that easy. maybe it was better this way. maybe he wasn't meant to be completely yours, even though you so desperately wanted him to be, which is why although you actually did hear him, you chose to act as though you didn't, as you let him fall asleep in your arms for what you were sure would be the very last time.

[christronomy]

coffee flavored kisses // kim seungmin

cw : fluff again, but it's seungmin <3 childhood friends to lovers, kissing, just seungmin who likes taking you out on late night adventures and confesses his love for you me and who fr. read a/n at the end <3.

he dragged you out of your apartment late at night to take you to this new café he'd mentioned before. it's pretty small and cozy, close to the outskirts of town, open til very late, and they sell cheap but delicious drinks, and cutely decorated baked goods.

you both ordered hot coffees, since it was starting to get cold, and you're now sat together at the very end of an empty subway train, on your way to nowhere in particular, drinking and chatting away. your whispers and occasional laughter are the only sounds that can be heard, aside from the occasional screeching of the train coming to a halt at it's designated stops.

seungmin has always thought you were so beautiful, but now it seems as though you're even more beautiful than before, if that was even possible. maybe it's the way that the dim lights in the train accentuate your features, like your soft smile, or maybe it's the way your hair almost falls over your face when you laugh and cover your face with your hands. maybe it's all those things, but whatever it is, it's definitely making him fall even more in love with you than ever. if it were up to him, he'd stay on this train with you forever.

something must've gotten into him as he watched you talk, because he couldn't help but take your face in his hands, pulling you in slowly for a kiss mid-sentence. it catches you off guard, but the taste of coffee is so sweet on both of your lips, even sweeter now because he's kissing you. you can't bring yourself to pull away, and he can't either, letting himself get lost in you.

when you finally pull away from each other to catch a breath, he smiles at you adoringly, eyes locking onto yours as he gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "i love you," he says suddenly, and he can't believe he actually admitted it out loud, but it's freeing, in a way, because he hadn't been able to muster up the courage to tell you until now. he searches your face for any reason to take back what he said, but you don't give him one. instead, you smile back at him and pull him in for another kiss, eager to taste him on your lips again.

an : hi hi it's been so long like, 3 months ? since i last posted anything and i feel so so bad but school and my shit immune system have been kicking my ass lately. i was also kinda nervous about posting this tbh you have no idea the amount of times i edited and changed stuff but it's okay cause it's seungmin and we all love seungmin. p.s. thank you for the love on my previous works, i appreciate y'all like a lot. muah &lt;3