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☾ Wild Horses ☽

☾ Pairing: boyfriend!bang chan x reader

☾ Genre: angst & fluff all stirred up in a pot

☾ Summary: Your boyfriend comforts you when your depression sneaks up on you during a night out with friends.

☾ Word Count: 924

☾ Warnings: themes of depression/mental illness and the feelings that can come along with them

☾ A/N: I wrote this because having depression has led to a lot of loneliness for me lately and I needed some comfort. I hope that by sharing this someone else having similar thoughts/feelings to mine might find a little comfort too 🖤

☾ "No sweeping exits or offstage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind and wild horses couldn't drag me away" - The Sundays, Wild Horses

People can’t imagine what you go through. It’s not a case of bad nerves or run-of-the-mill sadness. Too often you’ve found yourself sitting alone wishing that you could find the words to make them understand that depression is so much more than that. Depression is a parasite that’s wormed its way into your brain wholly consuming you.

The consumption’s gradual sometimes, ravenous at others, but exhausting all the same, stealing little bits of you that you aren’t quite sure how to get back. Everyone says, “I hope you feel better. Hang in there. Keep your chin up” but it’s not simple. And maybe they mean well, maybe that’s all they can say because they don’t know how to fix it, but it only makes you feel lonelier.

The thing is, you’ve never wanted anyone to fix it. You don’t need bandaids to cover the bullet holes in your heart. You just want someone to hold your hand through the pain. It’s why the tiniest flame ignites in the darkness that haunts you when the kind, comfort of Chan’s mahogany eyes lock onto yours, honing in on the most vulnerable parts of you.

“I know sometimes you feel like you have to pretend you’re okay,” he says, the warmth of his palms shielding your cheeks from the autumn breeze, “But you don’t have to do that with me. I’m here for you no matter what. You know that, yeah?” You nod, sucking back tears as you notice the small group of late-night partiers crossing over to your side of the street.

With your back to the wall of a closed restaurant not too far from the club you just left, it’s impossible not to be nervous about the faces that pass you by. Even with Chan somewhat obscuring the view, your stomach churns at the possibility that people might see you falling apart like this. “Hey, look at me” Chan whispers, using the sleeve of his black hoodie to catch the tears that drip down your cheeks like water from a leaky faucet.

The gentle act brings your attention back to him. He cracks a tight-lipped smile, happy to have you back with him. “Don’t worry about them. Come here.” He takes you into his arms, offering you his shoulder to rest your head on. You accept the invitation, nuzzling against him to bathe in the comfort and safety that comes with his embrace. There’s a woodsy scent to his cologne that feels like stargazing by a campfire at night. It puts you at ease. Everything about him does.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your night” you sniffle, playing with one of the strings that dangles from his hood. Tucking his hands under your jacket, he massages your lower back, soothing the tension coiled around your spine. “Baby, you could never ruin my night. The guys were too busy drinking to notice anything and even if they did, who cares? You’re what matters to me.” The emotion in his voice leaves no doubt that he means it wholeheartedly.

You are what matters most to him in this moment and the next. It means nothing to him that a night out at some club had to be cut short because the mask you put on to conceal your pain had begun to crumble, the synthetic laughter and forced smiles becoming too much to maintain. Chan gets it, hiding behind a mask with a happy face painted on it, he does it sometimes too but he doesn't want that for you. He’d rather be out here with you baring this beautiful, teary-eyed face of yours than in there where you feel the need to hide.

“I just,” you take a deep breath, slightly trembling at the truth about to roll off your tongue, “I’m afraid I’ll scare you away one day.” “Scare me? Do I look like I scare easily?” he asks, putting on a brave face the way that a child might. It gets a weak giggle out of you, even at times like this he knows how to get to you in the best way. “No, but I know there are times when things get really dark for me and I can get so lost in it...” He kisses you on the nose, a cute little wet one that turns icy when the wind blows across your face.

“As long as I’m here, and I always will be, you’ll never get lost in it,” he promises, “I know I can’t drag you out of it but you can always call me and I’ll come running in after you.” You need time. A second or two, maybe even a minute, to take in what’s been said. He gives it to you, patiently rocking you in his arms as he lets you process it in silence. A year into your relationship and it still feels strange to be loved in the moments where you feel most broken.

Chest to chest, his heart beats in sync with yours, reminding you that, even in the absence of words, you're cared for. “Where’d you come from?” you ask, fingers tracing the contour of his jaw. “Sydney. Don’t tell me you’re just noticing the accent” he teases, summoning his best pouty face for extra effect. He gets another giggle out of you, still faint with an air of sadness but he’ll take it.

Chan hugs you tighter, kissing your fingertips. “I love you” he whispers. You close your eyes, letting the world around you fade away and your insecurities with it. “Love you too.”

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✧ ˚. random bf texts w/ felix!

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pairing: lee felix x gn!reader warnings: cursing, maybe a little suggestive??, general couple fluff/cheesiness, my attempt at being funny notes: i need felix so bad, it's not even funny anymore man, i'm DOWN BAD. anywayysss i hope you enjoy!

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a day at the races (changbin)

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information

pov: gn!reader x changbin

series: the season of 1800 (skz royal au)

word count: 2,074

genre: fluff, romance, historical, royalty au, sfw

warnings: none

(all images from Pinterest!)

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navigation

| intro | minho | felix | seungmin | hyunjin | jisung | jeongin | chan |

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Horse races were not a popular sport in the country you came from. Sure, horses were used for transportation, either with a wagon or simply by riding on their backs; but racing? You had never heard of such a thing.

When Changbin, the Viscount of Hampden, showed up at the door to your family home with a bouquet of daisies and an invitation to the races, you could simply not decline. You had met Changbin briefly at the ball on the first night of the season. You remembered his cheery smile before you could think of his name when he knocked on your door a few days ago.

You grin at your reflection in the mirror. You are wearing a pale pink dress made of light fabrics that are well suited for the unusually warm day. The layers drape on your figure perfectly while allowing room for movement. You slip on a pair of fashionable white boots, similar to those of the equestrians you and Changbin will be seeing that day. You button up the countless buttons and lace the white strings through the loops, tightening them around the middle of your shins. Lastly, a maid hands you an extravagant, frilly hat. Its wide, lacy brim circles around your head, designed to shield your face from the sun. A small part of you thinks the hat is a little excessive, but you do have to admit that it compliments your dress perfectly.

Your pointed-toe boots click on the wooden floors of your family’s home as you make your way to the parlor. You sip on some water while waiting for Changbin to arrive. Only a few minutes after you had sat down, a soft knock on the door interrupted the quiet in the house. You jump a bit, excited and nervous for the day ahead. A butler opens the door and you hear Changbin introduce himself to the butler.

You walk to the foyer of your home, adjusting your large hat before coming into view. The Viscount smiles when he sees you; the bright smile you remember from the ball.

“My Lord,” you greet him politely, slightly bowing your head, making sure your hat doesn’t slip off your head.

“It is great to see you again, y/n,” he replies. “Shall we?” Changbin extends his muscular arm to you. You accept his gesture and walk down the stone path in your front yard to his carriage waiting in the road. A footman opens the door for you and Changbin. The Viscount holds your hand as he helps you into the carriage. You adjust your skirts as he climbs in after you. The footman closes the door and begins to steer the carriage in the direction of the races.

“Have you been to the races before?” Changbin asks, his voice chipper and full of excitement. You shake your head.

“We don’t have horse races in my country,” you tell him. His eyes widened a bit with curiosity.

“I’m sure you will enjoy it,” he replies. “My family has our best horse racing today. Personally, I think she can beat every other horse by a long shot.” He laughs, and you smile. You remember Changbin telling you about his family’s specialty in equestrian affairs.

“How long has your family owned race horses?”

“As long as we have been in Hampden. Centuries, at least,” he replies. You nod, astonished that he knows so much about his family’s background. “Oh, and look y/n! We are almost there,” Changbin says, beckoning for you to look out of his window. 

You lean over a bit, embarrassed to be in such close proximity to him when you have only spoken a few times prior. Outside of the window, you see pristine lines of white stables. Horses and their riders move around the area, warming up for the race. The carriage takes you and Changbin to the side of the track, which is surrounded by sets of bleachers. You giggle when you see the hats of some of the other patrons.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, smirking as he reaches his hand to you, helping you from his carriage.

“These hats,” you say, stepping onto the dry dirt. You pat the lace on the brim of your hat. “They are a little extravagant, don’t you think?” Changbin chuckles and looks around at the hats of the other attendees.

“Honestly, yes,” he whispers, leaning in closer to you. He eyes a woman who passes by wearing a bright yellow hat decorated with feathers. “Just wait until you see my mother’s,” he grins. You stifle a laugh, wondering just what this hat will look like.

Changbin loops his arm through yours and walks you down a dirt path. Many people greet him as he passes by. He kindly greets everyone, making jokes with some other young men his age about their bets on the horse that will win. He laughs at their jokes, his laugh sounding like a melody to your ears.

You stand by his side as he introduces you to his friends. Everyone welcomes you to their kingdom with kindness. You bow respectfully to each person you meet, unsure of the proper etiquette when greeting others in your father’s country.

Eventually, you and Changbin make your way to the tallest set of bleachers. He leads you to his family, who is sitting in a special, boxed area away from the other patrons. Your heart begins to beat rapidly, realizing that his family must get to sit in such a place for a reason. You feel unworthy of sitting in such luxurious seating on your first time at the races.

Changbin introduces to you his mother and father who excitedly welcome you to the races. You glance at Changbin with a knowing look after gawking at his mothers ruby red hat adorned with jewels, feathers, and various other decorations. He winks at you, and invites you to sit on a bench in front of his parents, next to his older sister and her husband.

You chat with his family as you wait for the races to begin. You find out that his family owns the arena and stables, which greatly impresses you. You tell them that you have never been to a horse race before, to which you are reassured that it is the most exciting sport one can attend.

Soon, the horses begin lining up at the starting line. Changbin explains every detail of the process to you. You nod and listen attentively, interested in learning more about the sport. His excitement makes you smile. You learn that Changbin himself trained Moonlight, the stunning, ivory-white horse that his family chose to compete for them. He answers the many questions you ask him about training her with detailed answers.

“Look to your right,” Changbin says at a pause in your conversation, discreetly pointing to the other side of you. You turn your head, feeling the weight of your hat on your head. Your eyes widen when you see the exquisitely dressed people sitting in another box similar to the one you are in. You snap your head back to Changbin.

“Is that the… royal family?” You sharply whisper, looking him in the eyes. He nods, grinning at someone on the other side of you. Your face pales when you realize how close you are sitting to them. You make sure not to move your eyes in the direction of the royal family, fearful of having to speak with them. Your mind reels with possibilities of the mistakes you could make in front of them.

Luckily, the races begin and distract you from your nervousness. The horses make a mad dash when the sound of a gunshot signals the beginning of the race. The patrons in the crowd cheer as their chosen horse runs past its competitors. Other patrons sigh in defeat when the horse they bet on falls behind. The horse Changbin’s family owns makes her way to the front of the line with swift leaps.

“Yes! Yes, Moonlight!” Changbin jumps out of his seat and cheers when she passes by a spotted horse. The jockey riding the horse tightly grips the reins as they round the tight corners of the track with precision. You find his excitement contagious and stand beside him, cheering on Moonlight. He claps his hands and turns to you, grinning from ear to ear. You return his kind smile, both of your eyes twinkling in the warm afternoon sunlight.

You begin to understand the inner workings of the horse races as you watch more competitions progress through the afternoon. You and Changbin animatedly talk through the races, placing friendly bets that you always end up losing. His family’s horse wins three more races, losing a fourth. Changbin smiles softly and shrugs.

“You can’t win everything,” he comments. You nod, exhausted from the long afternoon in the beating sun. “Would you like to see the stables?” he asks. You instantly perk up. 

“Yes, of course,” you accept. You bid goodbye to Changbin’s family and walk down the stairs of the bleachers. Changbin is congratulated by many people as you both make your way to the stables. You shield your eyes from the sun as you smile to the people who speak with him, recognizing many from the ball and those who introduced themselves to you earlier.

After pushing through the large crowd with Changbin, you finally arrive at one of the painted, white stables. He leads you into the stall at the end of the building, where you see Moonlight grazing on some hay. A stableboy is brushing through her long, white mane. Changbin greets him by name, and the stableboy hands the brush to him. You stand a distance away from the horse, a little frightened by her intense stare at you.

“Y/n?” Changbin says softly, continuing to brush the horse’s mane. “You can come and brush her, if you’d like.” He pushes a piece of dark, black hair from his face. You hesitate, but Changbin beckons you to come closer.

You step slowly, going to his side. He shows you how to gently brush Moonlight’s mane. You take the brush from him, your hands quivering as you nervously run the brush through her white hair. Moonlight whinneys in approval, making you yelp with surprise. Changbin bursts out laughing, and you shoot him a playful warning glance. He grins back at you as you begin to brush again. Your fear quickly dissipates as the soft movements of the brush cool your nerves. Changbin stands beside you, running another brush down the horses’ back to clean her fur.

After spending some time in the stables, you come to really like Moonlight. You feed her an apple from the palm of your hand, and you and Changbin giggle as she eats it in one bite. Though she scared you at first, you learn that Moonlight is very gentle. Changbin tells you she would never hurt a soul, which makes you smile, because you can see the same trait in him.

You wave goodbye to Moonlight as Changbin escorts you back to his carriage. You ride through the streets of the city along the river that cuts it in half. Changbin tells you about how he learned to ride horses, making you laugh with stories of how he consistently fell in his early days. He tells you how training Moonlight made her feel like one of his best friends. You had never realized what deep connections people could have with their horses, and Changbin’s obvious joy let you know that this was indeed true.

The carriage ride abruptly came to an end when you reached the front doors of your home. Though you were exhausted, you were sad that the day had come to an end. Changbin opened the carriage door and helped you down as you held your skirts.

“If there is another race again soon, I would love to attend with you again, Changbin,” you tell him, looking in his joyful gaze. He nods.

“And I would love to attend with you, y/n. Thank you for coming today,” he replies. You thank him again for inviting you and bid him farewell as he climbs into the carriage. With a happy heart, you enter your home and retire for the evening, still buzzing off the excitement of the horse races and your time spent with the Viscount.

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Stray Kids Reaction || You're Pregnant [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

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Fem!Reader

CHAN:

You struggled against the cable ties that were wrapped around your wrists and bit down on your lip as you thought back to your morning with Chan. The two of you had gotten into an argument over babies, you were ready to have one and he told you it wasn't the time yet...but it was too late for that since you already knew you were pregnant. It had been an accident, a happy accident for you at least and you'd been trying to get an idea about what Chan could possibly think about it all when it turned into a huge argument. You'd stormed out and now you were sitting trapped inside of a jewellery store being held hostage while two idiots decided that they were going to try and rob the place. The silent alarm had been sounded judging by the amount of cop cars outside but you knew that they weren't exactly great at their job and you desperately wanted Chan here.

"What are you doing? They'll catch you," Kat hissed out as you continued to wriggle your hands around in the cable ties, slipping one hand free and smirking at her,

"Just shut up and tell me if they're coming," You mumbled at her carefully sliding the phone from your pocket and dialling Chan's number, You didn't even need to speak you just needed him to pick up the phone.

"AYE! We got a free one!" A voice cried out, within seconds you were dragged onto your feet and you kicked your phone to Kat who was quick to hide it.

"You just made yourself the token hostage, baby, you're going to be famous." The slimeball who was holding you whispered in your ear, biting down on your earlobe as you resisted the urge to fight back against him. Fighting someone who had a gun, as well as four friends with guns probably wasn't the best idea in the world.

"Open the doors, I want everyone to see us." He ordered two of his men before dragging you to the main entrance, a gun pressed against your temple as you did your best not to cry. 

"We want a clear passage out of here, no cops, we also want 50,000 in cash that's not inked or traceable!" He boomed, your eyes finding a camera as you stared into it. If Chan was watching he would come for you, he'd come and save you and everyone else inside.

"If I do not get what we asked for in the next hour, I'll start taking them out one by one, starting with this one." He yelled before dragging you back inside and throwing you down onto the floor beside Kat.

"He answered, he heard...These bastards won't know what hit them," Kat told you before you nodded weakly, hoping Chan had a plan to save everyone inside of this store.

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"It's been 56 minutes, If they were going to give us what we wanted they would have done it by now," JP - one of the robbers said, They'd all begun to take off their masks clearly no longer bothered showing their names or faces anymore. 

"Then we'll show them I meant business," Lawson said as he pulled you up by your wrist, pushing you toward the door while you begged for him not to do this but before you could reach the doors they opened and Chan stood there.

"What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?" Lawson quizzed, his gun now pointed at your head as Chan looked at you,

"You okay baby? I came as soon as I could," He was far too calm about this and you didn't know if that scared you or excited you because it was easy to underestimate the men holding you hostage right now.

"I asked you a question!"Lawson screamed out making you flinch when you heard him cock the gun back,

"I suggest you let go of my wife, or you'll be down one man at a time,"

"Yeah like-" The shot rang out before Lawson could finish his sentence and people screamed as JP hit the ground.

"You have two seconds to let everyone go before I take you out as well," Chan suggested, still far too calm for your liking. 

"I don't answer to you!" He boomed before another shot rang out and you already knew Felix was somewhere doing these long-distance shots, there was no one else Chan would trust with it. Lawson's grip on you only tightened though,

"You have no one left," Chan moved closer to you and your eyes watered as you felt the gun slowly dropping toward your stomach.

"You took everything from me, so it's only fair I take her," Lawson growled out,

"HE CAN'T SHE'S PREGNANT!" Kat screamed out, it was enough time for a shot to ring out and hit Lawson in the shoulder, you scrambled away from him and over to Kat as Chan stared at you both in utter confusion. Cops rushed in taking Lawson while you stared at your husband, 

"Surprise?" You stuttered out as he held onto your waist, he'd always wanted kids but was it even time? You were still in danger, anything could have happened to you.

"We need to get you somewhere safe, somewhere no one can hurt you or our baby," You stared at him as you nodded,

"Sure, but...aren't you mad? Excited? Anything?" You were terrified this was going to ruin everything between you, it wasn't how you wanted to tell him you were pregnant but here you were.

"Of course I'm excited...Starting a family with you?!" His eyes were starting to tear up and he whimpered a little,

"But we need to figure things out, more protection, everything...Let's go home," He told you, wrapping you in his arms as you cuddled into him a little.

MINHO:

Ever since Minho had found out that you were pregnant he had been going above and beyond for you and your unborn child. The two of you attended every single scan together, as well as every class...Every...Class. Any class that was available it appeared as though Minho was right there signing you up for it and you couldn't get away from them all.

"What is this?" You questioned, staring down at the one-eyed baby doll that was screaming loudly like someone had dropped it in front of you while your husband smiled proudly. The baby was still continuing to scream out as its one eye opened and shut every now and again, it was starting to freak you out a little.

"They're like little robots, We take care of them during this lesson to see what kind of parents we'll be and then at the end, they'll tell us what we can improve on." You blinked at your husband, when he took you out of the house today it was with a promise of mint chocolate chip ice cream, something you'd been craving desperately all morning long.

"I was promised ice cream," You reminded him of what he'd told you that you'd come out of the house for. It was the only reason you were dressed in dirty sweatpants and a shirt covered in stains because you were told Ice cream and home.

"After the lesson, we need this." He told you with a slight stutter to his voice.

"Do you think I'm going to be a bad mum? Is that why you keep bringing me to lessons?" You whimpered a little, tears rolling down your cheeks as you realised what all of this was about. It was the only explanation for all of the classes he'd been signing you up for, he thought you were going to be a bad mum.

"No! No...No baby," He put both his hands on your shoulders trying to make you look at him but you refused to, instead, you chose to move away from the table and whine at him. 

"Clearly you think that. That's why you're so insistent on every class you see," You sniffled, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe your cheeks before Minho let out a low sigh.

"It's not you that I think is going to be a bad parent." And that was when it hit you. All of the classes had mostly male parents that were in attendance and you remembered one of them asking Minho why he was there and Minho had been really shady about it.

"Minnie..." You cooed out, running your hand over his cheek in a soothing manner.

"You're going to be a fantastic father," You whispered but he scoffed at you.

"I'll barely be home and when I am, what if I do something wrong? What if I don't know the temperature I need the bath water at? What if they grow up and hate me." Tears were now dripping down his face and you smiled a little to see your tough husband showing his vulnerable side.

"First of all, they could never hate you and secondly baby, you can't get it wrong but if you get confused I am right there to help," You told him as he nodded at you, slowly looking you in the eyes.

"Let's go get ice cream and go home?" you suggested before he nodded once again taking your hand in his and heading out of the room.

CHANGBIN:

You'd known that you were pregnant for a while but you'd been doing everything within your power to hide it from your husband which was getting consistently harder to do. It wasn't that you didn't want him to know but you already knew what was going to happen as soon as he found out. You could kiss your freedom goodbye, there was no way you were going to be able to go out shopping with your friends anymore, Changbin was going to turn into that overprotective man and as much as you loved him, you wanted your freedom as well.

"I'm calling the doctor," He told you as he watched you from the bathroom door, you were hunched over the toilet bowl throwing up and it was starting to worry your husband. For the last four days, you'd been throwing up and it was starting to scare him but whenever he asked you about it you told him that it was nothing. 

"I'm fine," You groaned, flushing the toilet and sitting up straight leaning against the bathtub and looking at your husband who was looking a little pale. 

"You're being sick a lot, you can't be fine." He knelt down on the floor in front of you, reaching for the bottle of water and handing it to you. You could tell how much this was worrying him and you let out a small sigh, it was obvious that you were going to have to tell him the truth.

"I'll be fine because I know what's wrong with me," You mumbled, using the edge of the bath to help yourself stand up and move out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where you could sit down and talk.

"You're scaring me," He admitted once you sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand into yours, You squeezed it softly while looking up at him.

"Binnie, I have to be honest with you." You swallowed the lump that was in your throat and tried to think of the best way to tell him this. You knew he would be excited about it but maybe a little angry that you'd kept it a secret for two months now.

"I'm pregnant." You said it quickly enough that Changbin was almost sure he hadn't heard you correctly, his eyes staring into your face.

"What?" He stuttered a little, he'd been wanting to have a baby for a long time, The two of you had been trying for a very long time and he was worried it was something wrong with him that you weren't able to conceive.

"I'm two months pregnant and I didn't tell you because I was scared if I did you weren't going to let me leave the house," He stared at you still in a complete state of shock as he thought about what you'd just said to him.

"Babe...Say something, please?" You begged as he nodded his head a little acknowledging that he'd heard what you said but that he was still processing everything.

"A baby? Our little baby?" He ran his hand over to your stomach, your bump wasn't even there yet but you smiled placing your hand on top of his on your stomach.

"Our baby. You're not mad at me, for hiding it?"He shook his head at you quickly kissing your temple

"I could never be mad at you, but you are right about one thing." He told you as he chuckled a little.

"You're not leaving the house without extra protection," You laughed a little and nodded your head. At least if there was more protection around you, you could still go out into the world. A few more bodyguards weren't going to hurt you.

HYUNJIN:

From the moment that Hyunjin found out about your pregnancy, it was like something switched inside of him. He'd turned into a slight control freak when it came to your safety and you'd suddenly been ripped away from your world.

"Are you going to let me out anytime soon?" You quizzed your husband as you stared at him, he'd just come home from a supply run and smiled at you.

"Once our son or daughter is born, yes." You sighed at him, you knew he was just doing this to protect you but you were going insane. Seven months of the same walls and you were beginning to question your sanity at this point.

"Hyunjin...I'm going to go crazy if you keep me locked up." You wanted him to realise how bad it was for you to be trapped here for so long. He'd hidden you from everyone, only those who NEEDED to know about the pregnancy did, your family, some of the staff in the house and your guards. Other than that it was hidden from the world, Hyunjin didn't want to risk someone trying to hurt him or his child.

"You get to go out." He reminded you as you stared at him. Going to your scans and classes didn't exactly give you the kind of freedom you were after. You missed going shopping for yourself, going out and doing things during the day instead you were stuck inside.

"To appointments and then it's back here. I miss the outdoors," You mumbled at him, looking at the painting supplies he'd just bought back for you. Ever since you'd been locked inside of the house you'd found more and more time to paint out your feelings and you'd eventually run out of paint. 

"I'm seven months pregnant, please, I need fresh air." You begged with him but he stared at you, nothing was going to change his mind on this.

"You have the back garden." He grumbled, sitting on the sofa as you stared down at him, Maybe it was the hormones making you extra crabby today but you weren't in the mood for his games.

"I could kill you in your sleep." You reminded him as he smirked up at you,

"Cute, but we both know you wouldn't. You love me too much," He winked at you but you continued to glare at him, folding your arms across your chest and shaking your head.

"Not if you don't let me go out. I'll leave you."

"Yn." He said in a warning tone, putting down the book he'd picked up but you shook your head at him, if that was what it was going to take for him to take you seriously then so be it.

"Seriously, Hyunjin. I need to get out. I need to get away, just somewhere please." It was beneath you to beg your husband for something and his heart shattered a little.

"I'll organise something," He told you with a small smile on his face, he was sure he could take you to the beach house for a few days without someone seeing.

"More than an hour." You warned him and he smirked at you.

"How does three nights sound? At the beach house, just us..." You screamed before practically throwing yourself on your husband's lap and pampering his face with kisses.

JISUNG:

"You look bored," Jisung whispered in your ear, the two of you were attending Jeongin's wives' event tonight and you were a little bored, to say the least. Everyone else was drinking and having fun while you were drinking orange juice or water trying not to seem suspicious about it. You'd known you were pregnant for about six weeks now and it was getting harder and harder to hide it from your husband. Just last week he'd been trying to get you to have some sushi as well as trying to take you to a new deli that was opening and you'd done everything you could to get out of it.

"You're not drinking, that's why." He chuckled before handing you a glass of champagne and waiting for you to drink from it but you just stared at it.

"I can't," You lied putting it down onto the table in front of you and smiling warmly at him. You hoped he'd drop the subject, the last thing you wanted was to announce your pregnancy at a party, No, you wanted to do it privately with him. You'd even ordered some items to help you tell him that you were pregnant, you were going to put a small bag together with baby growth inside as well as a mug that read "best daddy ever" on it so he could take it to work with him.

"Why? Are you sick again?" Concern seeped through his voice as he placed his own glass down and held onto your hands. He'd heard you throwing up the other week and ever since he'd been calling every day to check up on you and make sure you were okay.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just not in the mood for it," You smiled trying to seem as convincing as possible but it was clear your husband wasn't going to drop the subject.

"I'm going to use the little girl's room." You told him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you slowly got up and left him alone with his thoughts. You were sick, refusing alcohol and even some foods and that was when it hit him. 

"Oh my god," He hissed out, rushing after you as he tried to follow you into the toilets.

[x]

"Jisung!" You cried out as he shoved out the last remaining women that were inside the hotel bathrooms with you. There was a guard manning the door on the outside to make sure no one else came in while he spoke to you.

"You're pregnant!" Your eyes widened as you stared at him. How did he even know? You'd done everything within your power to make sure no one else knew except for you.

"Jisung?"

"It makes sense, you wouldn't eat certain foods, you keep peeing more frequently, you won't drink and you've been sick." You hated him in that moment, you hated that he found out and this was how he was talking to you about it.

"You weren't supposed to find out this way." You pouted out your bottom lip and he chuckled bringing you into a tight hug.

"How would you have told me?" He quizzed, and you stared up at him before explaining the details of your plan.

FELIX:

You hadn't been trying for a baby which was why it was surprising to you when you suddenly found out that you were expecting your first child with Felix. You hadn't told him yet, you were waiting for the right time but you'd been buying some things for your son or daughter and keeping them locked in the spare bedroom. You'd bought lots of shoes and clothes whenever you were out and saw something you wanted.

"What are you doing?" Felix questioned as he walked into the spare bedroom to find you crying on the floor over a box of stuff. You'd been acting weird for weeks now and he was starting to worry that you were going to leave him. You were quick to shut the box and wipe your eyes,

"Nothing, I was just looking at old photos." You lied and Felix could already tell you were lying to him, he'd been with you long enough now to know when you were lying to him.

"Are you packing things up to leave me?" You stared at him and frowned,

"What?" Leave him? Why would you ever leave him? The man was the love of your life, the two of you would fight and bicker but that was like every couple.

"You've been acting weird for weeks...I-If you want to leave, I won't stop you but...But please, tell me what I can do to make things better." He knelt down beside you and you stared at him, whimpering a little at the thought of him thinking you could ever leave.

"Lix, I could never leave you." You whispered, placing your hand on his cheek making him look at you with a saddened expression on his face.

"Then...Why are you being so secretive and weird?" You shifted away from him a little and pushed the box between you, you were going to have to tell him sooner or later and since you didn't know how to begin you figured this was the best way.

"I'm pregnant and I didn't know how to tell you." You explained as he slowly lifted the box open and his eyes landed on everything you had inside. There were so many pieces of clothes and shoes, the box was too full now and you'd been crying over it which seemed silly looking at it now.

"We're going to have a baby?" Felix couldn't hide the excitement in his voice as he turned to look at you, his eyes filled with so much joy.

"Y-Yeah and I know we weren't trying but this is a good thing...We're going to have a family," You sniffled as the tears began to stream down your face once again, this time Felix wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to sit on his lap.

"We're going to have a baby," He breathed out, smiling brightly as he began to think of all the things you needed to do together to get ready for your little bundle of joy to be here.

SEUNGMIN:

"Mr and Mrs Kim, it's so lovely to see you." The car salesman said as you and Seungmin walked through the building. The two of you were on the hunt for a new car and you had both been extra picky with what you were looking for. It wasn't as though you had none back home but this was an anniversary gift, according to your husband at least. You didn't want to spend too much but it appeared as though he wanted to go above and beyond for you. 

"It's lovely to see you too, can we go and talk in your office?" Seungmin asked as one of the ladies who worked inside made her way over to you. Elsie, she'd been working here for years and you knew her thanks to your husband who liked to shop for cars.

"Here," She handed you a small mug of hot chocolate and you smiled, the two of you leaving the men to talk as you walked around all of the cars together.

"We got the new Mustang in, do you want to sit in it?" She giggled holding up the keys, your eyes lit up as you rushed with her to go and find it. You'd never really been into cars but you knew when one was pretty and you liked to see them but as you opened the door you let out a small groan. The smell of the leather seats made you feel sick instantly and you backed away from the door holding your hand over your nose,

"You doing okay?" Elsie questioned nervously, she knew the car was cleaned since she'd just finished cleaning it the night before.

"Yeah, just smells are getting to me a lot lately." You mumbled, shutting the car door not being able to stand the smell of the leather.

"Oh? Are your boobs a little sore...And does your back hurt?" You stared at her as she listed off everything you'd been feeling for the last few weeks and you nodded

"Yeah, I thought it was a bug so I've been trying to rest a lot." Elsie could see straight through it though, it wasn't just some bug or the flu you were clearly pregnant. 

"Oh gosh, no...Follow me," The two of you joined hands as you ran toward her office where she began rooting through the bottom of her drawer.

"Take this to the bathroom and I'll call Mr. Kim in for you." She placed the package in your hand before you had time to question her on it and you frowned glancing down at the blue package.

[X]

Two minutes were passing by slower and slower and you were beginning to freak out a little with how calm Seungmin was being about all of this.

"How can you be so calm?!" You freaked out, pacing around inside the bathroom as you waited for your timer to sound and let you know that the two of you could look. Seungmin was sitting on top of the bathroom counters watching you closely, the car dealership had shut down this bathroom so that the two of you could do this privately with one another.

"I want a baby," He shrugged, it had been his dream to have a family with you and now it was finally coming true. Sure, the two of you hadn't exactly been trying but it was obvious that if it was meant to be then it was going to be.

"I do too...B-But are we ready?"

"We'll have to be," He chuckled snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you to stand between his legs your breathing calming down almost instantly as you stared at him. Seungmin moved his hands to your face and cupped your cheeks,

"We're going to be amazing parents," He promised you as the timer sounded, both of you letting out a deep sigh before looking at the test. A smiley face displayed on the screen with the words "pregnant" making your heart race as you looked at him.

JEONGIN: 

"I want this place spotless!" You called out to the event hall of your hotel, everyone inside was rushing around at the last second to make sure everything was perfect for you. You placed your hand on your stomach and watched as one of your guards - Carlos - made his way over to you with some snacks,

"You're going to make it obvious," You mumbled to him as you took the crisps from him and started to eat from the packet. It seemed as though ever since you'd hit the 6-week mark of your pregnancy you'd been craving crisps or anything that was savoury and Carlos had been the man to help you. Mostly because he was the only other person who knew about it and he only knew because he found you crying in your office whilst holding the stick.

"I think it should be obvious. Too much stress isn't good for the baby and have you told Mr Yang yet?" Carlos was far too comfortable with you, you thought maybe it was time to switch him for another guard but you'd grown comfortable with him also and you enjoyed your talks together.

"No." You mumbled with a mouthful of crisps, shaking your head at him. All week long he'd been trying to get you to tell Jeongin about the pregnancy but you were nervous about it. You knew if he found out he was only going to stop you from working the event that your hotel was hosting and that was the last thing you wanted

"Don't you think you should?" He raised his brow at you but you mumbled what he said back to him in a mocking tone and walked toward your office. You opened the door and stared at Carlos with a weak smile,

"I'll tell him when the time is right after the event is over." You shrugged not realising that Jeongin was standing inside of your office and Carlos held back the smirk. He'd known about Jeongin coming to visit you and it was his intention to try to get him to overhear everything,

"Tell who what when the time is right?" You cringed as you heard Jeongin and you glared at Carlos.

"You're a betrayer and I hate you." You mumbled slamming the door in his face and making your way toward the chair behind your desk.

"Is there something I should know?"

"No. It's nothing, it's just Carlos worrying for nothing." You hated the fact that you were lying to your husband but you needed to make sure you worked this event. You'd been planning it for months now and you weren't going to let Jeongin or anyone else take it away from you.

"Is it about your pregnancy?" Your hand paused midway to your mouth and the crisps fell from your grasp,

"How-" Your heart sank as you thought about him finding out through someone else but you. The last thing you ever wanted was for him to be upset but he didn't seem it in the slightest, in fact, he seemed rather happy.

"Please, you've been eating crisps non-stop, you're throwing up and not to mention some of the maids were gossiping about it when they found the test in your trash." Jeongin had known for weeks and at first, he was a little upset that you hadn't come to him but he could understand why.

"Those little rats," You mumbled to yourself, sighing and looking at him, suddenly feeling the guilt take over you as you whimpered a little.

"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd stop me working."

"Did I?" He smirked, raising a brow at you. Sure, at first he wanted to stop you from doing everything but he knew that would only make you worse and neither of you wanted that.

"Well, no, but-"

"I won't stop you working but as soon as I see you stressing that's when I'll put a stop to things." He reached his hand over the desk and squeezed yours softly, 

"Thank you," You whispered, smiling a little as you thought about it.

"We can go shopping this weekend...I have my first scan in a week, after the event." You told him as he nodded at you, this he already knew since he'd called doctors to get things ready for you.

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Changbin is tired. 

He is tired of seeing you coming back after another unsuccessful date and sulk on your couch as if your life depends on some dude you met online. Or worse - seeing you hung up on some loser who ghosted you out of the blue. It drives him crazy. Plus, you only seem to find total jerks on that stupid app. Every time you show him a picture of a guy you’re talking to - Changbin has to fight the urge to roll his eyes at you and scoff. They’re all so… boring, and they look like total jerks - he’s convinced you deserve better.

Someone who would be by your side through thick and thin, somebody who would watch those sappy movies with you on the couch and who’d playfully make fun of your for crying when the characters finally together only to pull you close for a hug and smother you with kisses all over your pretty face. Someone like me, Changbin often thinks, but doesn’t dare to voice his thoughts - too scared to ruin things between you. 

Tonight, you come home earlier than he expected you to, and he immediately knows something must have gone wrong. It is only twenty past ten, so there’s no way your date has actually gone well, considering the guy’d picked you up only two hours before. 

You close the door with a loud thud, then remove your shoes without bothering to untie the laces. Changbin’s body jolts up and he quickly snaps his head in your direction at the sudden noise. He was sprawled on the couch, watching an episode of the series he’d recently started, and he was definitely not expecting you to come home so soon - otherwise he would’ve put on some decent clothes instead of lying there in just his blue sweats. 

“Why are you naked?”, you frown as you remove your jeans jacket and hang it on the wall together with your purse. 

Honestly - Changbin is bare chested a lot in your shared apartment, just never around you. At least, not intentionally. He’d usually go around like that whenever he is done with his workout session and right about to hop in the shower. Despite being your friend for years - Changbin still feels embarrassed to go around like that when you are in the apartment as well. 

“Yah! I’m not naked!” Changbin protests, immediately turning away so that you are now facing his bare back and can’t see the way his cheeks are slowly heating up. Poor boy’s embarrassed. He immediately picks up his t-shirt and puts it back on, then turned to face you once again, hoping you won't notice how flustered he is. “Besides, why are you here so early?”

You sigh, and he immediately understands. So he sits up on the couch, pauses the tv show and pats the cushion, inviting you to sit next to him. Once you sit down, you immediately lean you head on his shoulder, and he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?”, he tests the waters. 

You shake your head as a no. “Not really.”, you murmur. “I’m just disappointed, I guess. Thought the date was going fine.”, you let out a heavy sigh. 

Changbin remains silent, not really knowing what to say that could make you feel better. He’s well aware that your hopes on that date were high, and it really crushes him to see you so disappointed and hurt over some jerk. 

“Maybe it’s just me.”, you blurt out. 

Changbin is confused. “What do you mean?”, he asks. 

You lift your head from his shoulder and gently pull away, letting his arm fall back on the couch. “Maybe I am the problem.”, you clarify. “There must be something wrong with me.”

Changbin is now staring at you with wide eyes and his mouth agape. He must’ve misheard you, there’s no other plausible explanation. There’s no way you actually said that. And he can’t help but wonder why would you only go out with jerks who make you think you’re not good enough for them. 

“Yah, stop that right now.” Changbin scolds you and you frown. “Don’t ever think you’re the problem when that jerk dropped you off without even giving you a proper explanation.”

“But-“

“No buts. You’re beautiful and you’re funny and you’re smart and I’m sure he was the problem.” Changbin insists. 

“How are you so sure?”, you quirk an eyebrow at him. 

Your friend looks at you through his thick glasses as if you just asked him the most stupid question ever. 

“Because you’re my friend? Duh.” Changbin shrugs. 

Friend. That word brings you back to reality. That’s what you are to him, his friend. Sure, he’s your friend too, but recently you’ve started seeing him as something more than a friend and roommate - you’ve fallen for him. 

That’s why you’d desperately tried to date during the past few weeks - to try to get over your stupid crush, because you most definitely couldn’t risk fucking your friendship with Changbin up. He’s been a part of your life for years now, and you wouldn’t wanna lose him due to a silly crush. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? It’s just your stupid brain playing tricks on you and letting you believe you could actually be with him - for real. 

“That’s not an explanation, tho.”, you remind him. “Maybe it is me. Maybe I’m too stiff or awkward or… I don’t know, there must be a reason why they don’t call me back.”

Truth be told - you know. You know the reason why your dates always end the same way - because you keep comparing them to him. To Changbin. But in the end - nobody compares to him.

Changbin gets closer to you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You mentally scold yourself when you feel your stomach jump at the sudden proximity. Yeah, you should really get over your silly crush, it’s starting to become ridiculous. 

For a moment, you let yourself believe he’s about to kiss you on your forehead like he always does when he’s trying to cheer you up, so you close your eyes in anticipation, like it happens in those romantic movies. What if he kissed you on the lips instead? How would his lips feel against yours?

But you don’t get to feel that, and you don’t get to feel his lips on your forehead either, because Changbin unexpectedly flicks you. Right on your forehead, making you wince in pain. 

“Ow!”, you open your eyes only to find him laughing like an idiot. You glare at him, then hit him with a pillow. “What’s wrong with you? Why would you do that?”, you whine, rubbing the spot where he just flicked you. 

He eventually stops laughing, but he’s still grinning. You roll your eyes at him. 

“Because you have to stop overthinking things.”, he says. 

As if it were simple, you want to say. If you could stop overthinking things, your life would be much easier. Changbin is probably the most laid back person you know, and he rarely worries too much about things. He rarely even opens up about his life, mostly because he doesn’t let the things than happen to him negatively affect his life or his thinking. You wish you could be like him. 

“I know.”, you sigh, leaning back on the soft cushion. “I can’t help it. It’s just been so long since I’ve last had a proper date, you know? Maybe I’m just too rusty and I forgot how to flirt or something. Maybe there’s just something I do wrong.”, you point out.

Changbin looks like he has something on his mind. You know that face, where his eyes are slightly closed and he’s looking at you through his glasses while biting his cheek. Yeah, he’s definitely onto something. 

“I’ll take you on a date.”

You freeze in your spot, looking at him with wide eyes. What? Are you imagining things or has he just asked you out on a date? Oh, this is not good for your get-over-your-stupid-crush plan. 

“What?”, is all you manage to get out. 

“I’ll take you on a date.” Changbin repeats as if the most normal thing in the world, and you can now feel your heart hammering in your chest. “If you’re that worried there’s something wrong with you, I can help you with that. We’ll go on a date and we’ll have fun and that’ll show you there’s nothing wrong with you or your flirting skills.”, he explains his evil plan.

Oh. 

A little voice inside your head is telling you to decline his offer because this is dangerous territory. You’re already crushing on the guy, how is going on a date with him - even if it’s not a real one - make the situation any better? But of course Changbin doesn’t even suspect a thing, and being the sweet and caring friend he is, he just wants to genuinely help you. 

What he doesn’t know, tho, is that it’ll probably only make things worse for you. 

“You don’t have to do that.”, you quickly say. “You don’t have to take me out just because my love life is miserable.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” Changbin clears his throat and quickly adds “I mean, I want to help you. You know, boost your confidence and stuff.”

How are you supposed to decline his offer now? If you think about it - it’s just a date. Nothing has to happen. He’s Changbin, you’ve known him for years, what could possibly go wrong?

“Fine.”, you eventually give in. 

Changbin looks at you surprised, as if he was expecting you to turn down his offer. He looks taken aback, but a smile spreads on his face nonetheless. “Okay then, I’m taking you out tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow? Isn’t that a bit too soon? You still need time to figure all of this out! Maybe it’s like ripping off a bandaid, the quicker the better. You’ll go out with your best friend Changbin like you’ve done plenty of times before - except this time it’s a date.  

“Okay.”

“Good.” Changbin smiles at you. “We’re going on a date.”, he repeats, then gets up from the couch.

“Where are you going?”, you ask confused. 

“To bed. Have to get up early tomorrow.” Changbin explains. “Goodnight, y/n.”, he then place the long yearned kiss on your forehead. “Sleep tight.”

⚡︎

You forget about the whole date-with-Changbin thing. 

Well, it’s not like you forget about it - you just don’t take it too seriously. Changbin often jokes and stuff, so you brush his offer off as one of his jokes and just don’t think about it for the whole day. Plus, when he left earlier in the morning, he didn’t mention anything about tonight, so you just assumed he wasn’t serious about it. You don’t know whether you should feel relieved or not. 

You just forget about the whole thing - that is, until you exit your room to go refill your water bottle and spot Changbin in your shared bathroom getting ready in front of the mirror. He’s wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up his elbows, and tight black pants. You stare a little too long, and he eventually acknowledges your presence outside the bathroom. 

“Yah!”, he raises his voice, snapping his head in your direction as he takes in your figure. “You’re not ready? Aish…”

You look at him with wide eyes. You’re not ready. In fact, you’re far from ready. Your hair is messily styled into a ponytail and you’re dressed in an oversized t-shirt and some shorts.

“I- I thought you were joking.”, you stutter. 

“You better start getting ready, then. We’re leaving in less than one hour.” Changbin informs you as he sprays his cologne on his wrists and neck. “And you better start thinking of this as a real date!”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him as you go back in your room and open every single drawer in your closet, desperately looking for something decent to wear, but none of your clothes seem to be appropriate. Boring, old, boring and old, too slutty, too ugly. Yeah, you really need to declutter some of your clothes and buy new ones. 

You eventually opt for a pair of black pants and a white, long sleeved top. Casual is how you’d define your outfit. Not too elegant, not too shabby. When it comes to the choice of your underwear, Changbin’s words resonate in your head. 

You better start thinking of this as a real date, he said.

Now, if you were to go on a real date, you’d go for matching bra and panties, hoping to end your night with something more than a goodbye kiss. But then again, you’re going out with Changbin tonight, and it’s not like he’s going to see your underwear -  because deep down both of you know it’s not a real date. But since he isn’t going to see your underwear - there’s no harm in actually matching it, is there? He’s never gonna know anyways, and it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, it’s just underwear. 

You return to the bathroom with your clothes in your hands, neatly folded. Changbin’s still staring at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. You can’t help but notice how handsome he is - white shirt slightly unbuttoned, tight pants wrapped around his muscular thighs, the sight is enough to make you drool. 

“I have to shower.”, you announce, clearing your throat. You only have one hour to get ready, and you still have to do your hair and makeup. 

“Oh, right. Sure.” Changbin mutters, before proceeding to leave the bathroom. 

As he does so, he involuntarily takes a glimpse of your underwear - which you’d put right on top of your clothes -, and he hopes you miss the way his eyes widen and his breath hitches as he feels himself getting red in the face. Without uttering another word, he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. 

⚡︎

Changbin is a true gentleman - you find out. 

He waited for you by his car, complimented your outfit as soon as he saw you, greeted you with a kiss on the cheek even though there was no need to since you technically live together, then opened the car door for you and closed it after he made sure you were comfortably seated in his car. 

So far, you can say you’re genuinely impressed. The last guy you went out with hadn’t even bothered to turn the engine of his car off and just honked a couple times to let you know he’d arrived. 

“Where are you taking me, my knight?”, you joke, and Changbin rolls his eyes at you as he fastens his seatbelt. 

“Yah, stop making fun of this!”, he whines. “You’re not taking this seriously!”

You can’t help but giggle at his pouting, and it only annoys Changbin even more. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more teasing, got it.”, you promise. “Now, where are you taking me?”

Changbin doesn’t answer you - he turns on the engine of his car instead. You only discover your destination when he parks his car about fifteen minutes later. Meanwhile, he let you put the music directly from your playlist - which is something he never does because, quote “My taste in music is better than yours anyways.” It must be your Passenger Princess - as Changbin called you - privilege, you guess. 

For your date he brought you to eat ramyeon, and he didn’t choose a random place for that. You’re genuinely surprised he remembered. A couple of weeks ago you told him you were craving ramyeon so bad. You had asked him if he remember that specific restaurant where you’d eaten one time, claiming that they made the best spicy ramyeon there.

Of course Changbin remembered that day - it was the first time he thought of you as something more than a friend. You were supposed to go out with your friends too, but they’d all bailed on you last minute - so you and Changbin found yourselves alone in the crowded restaurant. Even though you were alone even back then - it feels different now. Right now, you’re on a date. 

“You remembered!”, you look at him with your mouth agape as soon as you spot the neon sign of the restaurant. 

Changbin parks the car and unfastens his seatbelt. He looks at you surprised. “Yah! Of course I remembered! Unlike you, I actually pay attention when somebody’s talking to me.”, he teases.

You roll your eyes at him and playfully push him. You’re about to open your car door, when Changbin lets out a loud “Yah!”, and you immediately halt your movements and look at him confused. 

“I’m supposed to open it for you.”, he explains. 

You can’t help but giggle. “Changbin, there’s no need to, I can do it myself.”

“No, no, no.”, he shakes his head dramatically. “You’re the Passenger Princess, remember?”

You can’t help but blush a little as soon as you hear those words, but it’s dark outside, so you hope he won’t notice. He swiftly gets out of the car, and opens the car door by your side in record time. For a moment, you wonder how cool would it be if you and Changbin were actually together - a couple - and went on dates on a regular basis. 

Yeah, you have a feeling you could get used to the feeling. 

“Take my hand.”, Changbin’s voice brings you back to reality. 

Changbin is standing in front of you, handsome as ever, with the sleeves of his white shirt - your favorite - rolled up his sleeves, his hand outstretched, waiting for you to place your hand on top of his. As you do so - you feel a shiver run down your spine, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your body tenses up when he squeezes your hand in his. 

Changbin seems to be skilled in the dating department. He opens the door of the restaurant for you, helps you take off your jacket and asks you what you want to eat - even though he knows well your favorite ramyeon is definitely the buldak one. He even orders a carton of milk in case it’s too spicy. 

Thoughtful and caring - that’s what Changbin is, and that seems to mess with your plan of getting over him. Now that you’re getting a taste of what dating him would be like, you find yourself craving for more. You want more dates and more car rides and more Passenger Princess privileges and more and more and more. 

Maybe this whole fake-real-date thing was a bad idea from the start, and you shouldn’t have listened to Changbin’s words - because there’s no way today’s date is actually going to help you. In fact, you fear it’s going to set the bar a little too high for your future dates. 

“So…”, he starts, grabbing his chopsticks from the table and putting the napkin on his knees to avoid staining his pants just in case. “Tell me about you.”

You look at him dumbfounded - chopsticks in your hand as you’re about to take a mouthful of ramyeon. “What?”, you ask. 

Changbin takes his time to savor and swallow his ramyeon. Then, he clarifies. “Tell me about you. What do you do for a living, what are your hobbies… Stuff like this, you know?”

You’re confused. “Changbin…”, you clear your throat that’s currently burning due to the extremely spicy sauce. “We live together. You know what I do for a living.”

He sighs. “It’s a date, y/n, I’m supposed to ask you these questions!”, he groans. 

“But it’s not a real date! And you already know these things!”, you protest. 

He glares at you as he brings his chopsticks back to his mouth and continues eating his ramyeon. 

“Fine.”, you sigh, twisting the noodles in your plate with your chopsticks. “I’m a full-time kindergarten teacher, I work at a private school not far from Seoul.”, you start. “Hobbies, mh?”, you pause for a second. “Definitely painting. I love painting, I find it relaxing.”

Changbin smiles, pleased that you decided not to be a buzzkill and finally answer his questions.

“Kindergarten, huh?” Changbin rhetorically asks as he takes his time to refill both yours and his glasses with fresh water. “You must love kids, then.”

You nod. “I do. They’re so cute and full of surprises, you know? Every day I discover a new thing about them.”, you say with a smile on your face. 

Changbin knows you love your job - of course he does. It makes him happy to hear you talk about how much you love your job and to see you happy nonetheless. 

“I’m sure you’re a wonderful teacher, and I’m sure those kids love you.”, he says, a shy smile on his face. “So,” he clears his throat. “Painting! You have to let me see one of your masterpieces one day, then. Maybe I could be your muse, you could paint me.”, he smirks. 

Is he… flirting?

You chuckle. “I wouldn’t call them masterpieces, but sure - I’d be happy to show you.”, you look at him through your eyelashes, kind of intrigued by the conversation you’re having. “I don’t live by myself, though, so I have to make sure my friend won’t be around, you know?”, you wink.

“Oh, you live with a friend?”, he plays along and even pretends to be surprised. 

“Mh-hm”, you hum in agreement. “He’s a pain in the ass.”, you chuckle. 

“Yah!” Changbin exclaims, before he realizes he’s fallen right in your trap. He clears his throat, “I mean - I’m sure he’s not that bad, is he?”

Maybe you should tease him a little, just for fun. 

“He always leaves his things around the apartment. And he never does the dishes. Sometimes he even eats my food.”

“Your f-“, he clears his throat once again. “Yah, he sounds quite annoying. But I’m sure he’s funny and cute.”, he says confidently. 

“Mh, not really.”, you let out a loud laugh at his shocked expression, covering your mouth with one hand. “Nah, I’m kidding, he’s a cool guy. It’s real fun living with him, I really like having him around.”, you admit, blushing a little. 

You don’t notice it - but Changbin blushes too. 

“Now tell me about you, Changbin.”, you tease him by asking him the same thing he’d asked you. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a chiropractic.”, he promptly says. “But I also work as a part-time personal trainer  on Tuesdays and Fridays.”, he adds. “Whenever I got some free time I just workout. I usually do it at home, though.”

You know Changbin works out - of course you do. He usually does it in his own room, he just puts on some music and doesn’t exit his bedroom for at least an hour, all sweaty and ready to get rid of his sticky clothes and hop in the shower. You know he does it, but you’ve never seen him at work, and you’d be lying if you said it wouldn’t intrigue you to see him all sweaty and out of breath and -. 

Seriously, what is wrong with you? You’re in the middle of a dinner date and you’re fantasizing about a man when said man is right before you. Said man is also your friend and roommate, by the way. 

“I would have bet on it.”, you squeeze his arm that’s currently resting on top of your table. “There’s no way a man could be so fit and not be a personal trainer.”, you say, a bit flirty. “Maybe you could show me a couple of exercises I could do…”, you bat your eyelashes at him, flirting back. Two can play this game, right?

Changbin is shook and doesn’t know how to react. First, there’s your hand squeezing his forearm. Then, there’s you flirting with him. 

“I- uh…”, he clears his throat. “Sure, I can teach you some… stuff. Not that you need to workout, anyways. You look beautiful the way you are.”, he flirts back.

“Thank you.”, you wink at him. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself.”

The rest of your dinner proceeds like this - Changbin flirting with you and you flirting back. You’re enjoying the little attention he gives you, but wonder whether you made a wise choice, agreeing to this absurd idea your Changbin came up with. However, this might be the only chance you get to have him this close and to receive this kind of attention from him, so you don’t worry about it too much. You plan on enjoying the lingering touches, the shy smiles and the flirting as much as possible, because you know that once the date is over you won’t get to experience any of that again.

“This is fun.”, you casually comment.

“What’s fun?”

“This - the date.”, you clarify. 

“I’m having fun too.” Changbin chuckles as he runs one hand through his dark hair. “I told you the problem’s not you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat - he’s so handsome. One of the hottest men you’ve ever seen, if you have to be honest. And it’s not just the looks - his physical appearance is just a bonus. He’s got the whole package also personality wise. He’s fun and kind and a true gentleman - he’s a good friend and listens to you, he’s honest when it comes to giving advice, he’s just perfect. It’s going to be so hard to go back to dating ordinary men after having had a taste of what dating Changbin would be like, you can’t help but think. 

“It’s just easy with you because I’m comfortable around you.”, you honestly say. 

He looks slightly taken aback by your confession. “Were you not comfortable around those guys?”, he asks. You shake your head as a no. “Oh. Then you shouldn’t go out with guys who make you uncomfortable.”

You should go out with me. For real., a voice inside Changbin’s head screams.

⚡︎

On your way back home, you scolded Changbin for paying the restaurant check, claiming that he didn’t have to, claiming that “It’s not a real date, you don’t have to pay.”. “I want to.”, he’d answered, before pulling out his credit card from his wallet. You eventually agreed to that under one condition: “Next time, dinner’s on me.”, you’d said. Only now you do realize what those four words imply: another date. 

And you’ll probably never know - but that’s why Changbin was smiling like an idiot on your way back to the car and during the whole ride home. 

Changbin stops his car and turns the engine off. “We’re here.”, he announces. 

“Is this how you usually end a date?”, you tease him. 

“No, I usually walk the girl to the door.” Changbin says, then he grins at you. “Are you finally admitting this is a real date?”, he teases back, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You playfully push him and roll your eyes at him pretending to be angry when you’re really not. You’re far from angry - in fact, you’re so happy you don’t want tonight to end, but you can’t tell Changbin that. “Yah! As if…”, you scoff. “I was just thinking - since you asked me to think of this as a real date - that we better do this right.”

You do have a point, Changbin realizes.

“Right.”, he agrees. “I’ll walk you to the door then.”

Like the true gentleman he is - Changbin opens the car door for you once again, for the fourth time tonight, ignoring your protests. Sometimes you seem to forget how stubborn he is. 

When he walks you to the door - you both stare at each other awkwardly. What are you supposed to do now? This is the part of a date where a couple usually shares their first kiss or voices their desire to meet again, but you and Changbin are not a couple, and this isn’t a date. Even though you liked to pretend it was all real - both of you know it wasn’t. 

You can’t help but think Changbin looks handsome right now, standing in front of you with his hands in his pocket and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up his arms, showing his forearms. You feel like a creep when you think about it - but you really got a thing for Changbin’s arms. They’re so muscular and buff and thick and you just can’t stop staring at him whenever he doesn’t notice. 

“Right, uhm…” Changbin hums, unsure what he’s supposed to do now. 

In the end, he decides to go for the safest option, so he cups your face with his big hands and leans in. For a moment there, you think he’s going to really kiss you - place his plump lips on top of yours and give you a breathtaking kiss, so you close your eyes in anticipation. Instead, he places his soft lips on your forehead, and he lingers. 

Your heart is hammering hard in your chest - even though it’s not the kiss you were secretly hoping to receive, it still feels amazing and different from all the previous times he’d kissed you on the forehead before. This time it feels more intimate, so you find the courage to wrap your arms around his buff figure, hands now resting on his broad shoulders while his hands are still cupping your face and his lips are still pressed against your skin. 

It feels so intimate and so magical, and you can’t think of anything else besides - “I love you.”

You feel Changbin’s body freeze under your touch as soon as he registers your words, and you can’t believe you just said that out loud. Like, for real. You just told Changbin you love him. Changbin. Your friend and roommate Changbin. The guy you’re currently on a fake-real-date with. You just told him you love him. This could either ruin what you have forever or potentially turn into the best thing that’s ever happened to you. 

So, you take a deep breath. You’re really doing this.

“I’m in love with you, Changbin.”, you clarify - you want to make sure he doesn’t misunderstand your words and think you love him just as a friend. “Have been for a while now. I didn’t want to ruin what we have - I didn’t want to risk losing you.”, your voice trembles. “But tonight - I guess this whole fake date thing messed with my head more than it should’ve. So yeah - I love you.”

It’s a shitty confession, you’re aware of that. To be honest - you weren’t even planning on confessing to Changbin, like, ever, so you’re surprised you even found the courage to try to put your thoughts into words. 

He doesn’t react at first, still frozen in his spot with his hands on your face, and you mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming rejection. When you hear him inhale deeply through his nostrils and pull away from you, you squeeze your eyes shut - a scarce attempt to get ready for the words you’re sure you’re about to hear.  

“Y/n.”, he says instead, voice calm, tho a bit quivery. “Yah, open your eyes.” You really don’t want to, but you do it anyways. You decided to pour your heart to him - which means that now you have to be mature about it and find in yourself the courage to face him. You open your eyes and snap your head up to meet his without uttering a single word - you’ve said too much already. “Is it true?” Changbin’s words come out in a whisper. 

You just nod slowly, not breaking the eye contact, and you don’t miss the way his breath gets caught in his throat. 

“You’re really in love with me? You’re not- You’re not messing with me, are you?”, he rambles and desperately tries to swallow the lump in his throat as his brain processes what’s happening. 

“I’m not messing with you.”

He leans forward and presses his forehead against yours - his hair tickles your skin, and your heart starts beating faster in your chest. “Can I kiss you?”, he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“Yes.”

You feel your legs buckle when he finally presses his lips against yours. His lips feel as heavenly as you imagined, and you can’t believe you’re finally kissing him. It’s chaste and innocent at first, but when you pull him closer, he takes it as a sign to deepen the kiss. Then you feel his tongue gently brush against your lower lip and you feel like your legs are about to give in for good. As you kiss, he moves his hands from your face to your waist, not pulling away as you practically make out on your porch. 

It’s you who breaks the kiss first, resting your forehead against his as you try to regain your breath - still a bit dazed from the mind-blowing kiss. His hands are still on your waist, fingers gently squeezing you as you’re trying to find the courage to ask him the next question. “Do you… want to come in?”, you whisper on his lips. 

He chuckles, “Of course I do, do you want me to sleep in the car?”

You realize he clearly didn’t understand what you were implying. You clear your throat, embarrassed - cheeks turning red. “No, I mean - do you want to come in?”, you repeat, hoping this time he’d get the message. 

He does, because his breath hitches as he freezes once again. He pulls away gently and finds you staring at him with big, doe eyes. He’s looking for any signs of uncertainty in your eyes, but can’t find any - you’re sure about it, you want him. And of course he wants you, too, how could he not? He’s crazy about you, has been for years but has always been too much of a coward to confess his feelings to you. 

“Are you sure?”, he asks you, and you nod vigorously, then peck his lips once more. 

⚡︎

Changbin is nervous. 

He’s about to sleep with you and the truth is - he’s scared. What if you don’t like it? What if he can’t make you cum? It’s a reasonable fear, isn’t it? After all, it’s your first time sleeping together - it usually takes time to figure out what your partner likes or dislikes. He’s slept with a few girls and he’s definitely experienced in the sex field - though he can’t help but feel a little self-conscious. He wants to make you feel good, he wants to pleasure you - he wants to live up to your expectations. 

You seem to sense his nervousness, because you break the kiss by gently pulling away from him. You’re laying on your bed and he’s between your legs - both of you still fully clothed, making out like a couple of horny teenagers. He’s propped up on his elbows, muscular chest against yours and you can feel his erection pressing against your inner thigh. 

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”, you whisper on his lips, gently stroking away one lock of hair from his face. “We can just lie down and cuddle.”, you place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. 

Now - he feels even dumber than before, because all his awkwardness led you to thinking he doesn’t want this. As if he hasn't literally dreamed of this, as if he’s not crazy about you, as if he hasn’t spent the last months trying to figure out how to find the courage to pour his heart to you. 

“No!”, he almost shouts, and you giggle at his eagerness, which makes him blush slightly. “I mean - No, I want this. Very much.”, he says as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles delicately. “It’s just - I don’t want to mess it up.”, he admits. 

“You won’t mess it up.”, you reassure him, pecking his plump lips. 

His breath hitches in his throat once again when he feels your hands travel all the way to the hem of his shirt, until you place them underneath it - your cold fingers now touching his bare back and he hisses at the feeling. 

“Sorry. Cold hands.”, you giggle. 

He kisses your lips in response, then lets his own hand travel across your body until it reaches your hip, gently squeezing it through your clothes. It’s only when you move your hands to unbutton his shirt that he realizes - it’s happening. You’re about to undress each other and see each other naked and sleep together. It’s not his brain playing a trick on him, no - it’s really happening. That encourages him to slip one hand slip under the soft fabric of your top until he reaches one of your breasts, gently cupping it. You’re wearing a bra and he can’t really feel your nipples through the fabric, but it makes his dick throb in his pants nonetheless. 

“Take this off?”, you whisper as you unbutton another button of his shirt, revealing part of his collarbone. 

He nods quickly, retrieving his hand from underneath your top only to kneel between your thighs - desperately trying to unbutton his damn shirt as fast as possible despite his shaky hands. He eventually takes it off, letting it fly across the room without a care in the world. 

You bite down on your lower lip, then you lift up your body so that you’re now sitting on the bed, and take off your top as well. Changbin hisses at the sight of you in a bra - a sight he never thought he’d be able to witness. Then, your hands reach for the button of his pants, brushing against his clothed dick in the process and his breath gets caught in his throat.  

“You’re beautiful.”, he whispers, unable to tear his eyes off of you as you fidget with the zipper of his pants. 

You snap your head up to meet his eyes and smile at him - cheeks flushing red at the sudden compliment. Finally, you manage to undo his pants, revealing the waistband of his underwear. “Off.”, you whisper, leaving a series of chaste kisses from his navel to the fabric of his boxers, which makes him shiver. 

He gets up from the bed and so do you, unzipping your pants as well, letting them slide off your thighs, revealing your underwear to Changbin, whose eyes widen in shock as he slides his own pants off. 

“I know I already said it, but - you’re beautiful.”, he repeats, placing both of his hands on your waist and pulling you closer for a kiss - his cock is now pressing on your belly, painfully hard. “So perfect.”, he moves one hand to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he begins to leave wet kisses on your neck. 

“Bin.”, you whimper when his lips reach your collarbone, gently sucking on the skin, careful not to leave any marks.

Changbin can’t help but groan and shut his eyes close as soon as he hears those words leave your mouth. It’s all real, he’s not dreaming. You’re really in his arms, he’s really kissing you - it’s not one of his dreams, it’s all real. You’re in your room, both of you in only your underwear, ready to discover each other’s bodies for the first time. 

There’s always some awkwardness lingering in the air the first time you sleep with someone - whether you’ve known the other person for years or they are total strangers, whether you’re inexperienced or have done this before. 

Now that Changbin is in front of you in only his underwear, all the confidence you previously had in you suddenly vanishes. What if you won’t live up to his expectations? What if it’ll be awkward? What if he doesn’t like it - doesn’t like your naked body? What if - after you sleep together - he realizes he doesn’t like you that way and wants to go back to being just friends and roommates? Will you be able to be just friends with him - pretend that nothing happened?

“Hey.”, he places two fingers under your chin and delicately lifts your head so that your eyes would meet - he sees it all in your gaze. “Now you’re the one who seems uncomfortable.”, he gives you a warm smile. 

“I’m not.”, you promise. You want this, you do want to sleep with him, you’re sure of that. It’s more the repercussions of your night together that scare you, not the act per se. 

“Good.” Changbin places a kiss on your lips. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”, he says, piercing eyes staring deep into yours. “I want you to be yourself when you’re with me - I want you to feel safe with me.”

You know you’re safe with him, and you feel definitely free to be yourself around him. That’s why you fell for him in the first place - he always makes you feel appreciated and understood, he’s a true angel. 

“I do.”, you promptly say. “I always feel safe with you - that’s why I love you.”, you whisper. He bites your lower lip once those words leave your mouth - as if those were the words he’d been dying to hear, and you yelp in surprise, but melt into the kiss. 

He squeezes your asscheek, then grinds his body against yours - your boobs now pressing against his pecs and his hard length positioned on your belly, right above your clothed core. Then, he pulls away from the kiss. 

“Lie down on the bed for me.”

You gulp, staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips. It’s as if your words have suddenly awakened something inside of him - a side of him you’ve never seen, for obvious reasons. He sounds impatient, desperate to feel more - to be as close as possible to you. 

You do as he asked, letting your back fall on the soft mattress as Changbin crawls on the bed an positions himself above you - his buff body hovering over yours, the palm of his hands at each side of your face as he stares into your eyes. You spread your thighs to welcome him between them once again - only this time you’re both almost fully undressed, only the thin layers of your underwear between you. He’s rock hard in the confines of his boxers just like you’re already dripping wet inside your panties - it’s mutual, you realize. 

“Can I taste you, princess?” Changbin whispers as his lips leave a series of wet kisses on your neck, making you shiver as you try to hold back a shameless moan. 

You want nothing more than for Changbin to eat you out - you’re sure you’ve even had a wet dream about this scenario, to be honest. You nod frantically, your hands roaming around his bare back, nails delicately scraping his skin. “Yes.”, you pant, and you feel his length twitch in response. 

He leaves a trail of kisses that goes from your neck to your navel and finally, he places a chaste kiss on the thin fabric of your panties - right on your clothed clit. Your hips buckle at the sudden contact, and don’t miss the way he chuckles. When he hooks his fingers to each side of your underwear and begins to pull down, you feel the urge to instinctively close your legs - suddenly feeling too exposed -, but he halts your movements by placing one hand on your knee.

“Are you feeling shy all of a sudden, princess?” Changbin asks, finally getting rid of your panties, letting the small piece of fabric fall on the floor. “Why is that so, mh?”, he rhetorically asks as he places a soft kiss on your knee. “Would it help if I was naked too?”, he mutters against your skin, leaving another kiss - this time on your inner thigh, slightly above your knee. 

“Yes.”, you whisper, but he hears you loud and clear. 

He chuckles, before pulling away from your body to kneel on the mattress - pecs and abs on full display. “What my princess wants, my princess gets.”, he says as he begins to slide his underwear down his thick thighs, revealing his painfully hard cock to you in the process, letting it slap against his abdomen. You’re staring, you’re aware, but - it’s big. And thick. You wonder how it’ll feel inside of you. 

He gets rid of his underwear and returns to where he previously was - between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. His kisses move closer and closer to where you need him the most, and you bite your lower lip when he kisses your groin - his hair brushing against your skin. He’s so close - a couple of inches away from your neglected core. 

But he doesn’t touch you there - because he’s a fucking tease. In fact, what he does is place a kiss on your other knee. Your eyes widen in pure shock, you can’t believe he’d make you squirm like that. He starts to leave kisses on your other thigh at an excruciatingly slow pace, teeth scraping your soft skin from time to time - roughly, but not too rough as to hurt you. He’d never hurt you. After what it feels like hours, he’s back at your groin - hair tickling your skin once again. 

You’re about to snap and beg him to do something, anything, when he places a delicate, chaste kiss on your pussy, earning a choked moan from you. You prop yourself on your elbows, not wanting to miss a sight like this - Changbin lying on his tummy, positioned between your legs as he licks his lips, ready to make his next move. 

He licks a long stripe that goes from your slit to your clit, before attaching his lips to your sensitive nub as he sucks delicately, going slow at first. He alternates kisses, sucks and licks in a delicious combination that has you kick your head back as your breath gets heavier and heavier - heart beating fast in your chest. 

“Can I?”, he pulls away from your clit with a grunt, and you’re about to ask him what, when you suddenly feel the pads of two of his fingers brushing against your slit, collecting some of the dampness between your legs. 

“Please.”, is all you manage to get out - with a heavy sigh. 

He inserts only one finger at first, making sure to go slow just in case. It feels weird to have another man’s finger inside of you - good weird, of course, you’re just not used to it. Your previous partners weren’t really fond of foreplay when it came to giving, and they’d rarely do that spontaneously. You’re barely accustomed to the feeling of having one of his long fingers inside of you - when you feel another one poking at your entrance, ready to slip in. 

“Gonna stretch you out real good, princess.” Changbin groans against your pussy, letting the other finger slip inside of you. “It’ll feel so good, I promise.”

It already feels good, you want to tell him, but you’re stopped by his tongue - swirling around your clit as he slightly bends his fingers inside of you. He sucks on your clit and at the same time he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, making sure his pads would brush against your g-spot every time. Once he’s sure he’s found the perfect spot - he just knows by the way you’d kick your head back and let out a chocked moan -, he stops thrusting his fingers completely. Instead, he moves just his pads, rubbing your sweet spot as he kisses and licks and sucks your clit in the meantime. He feels you clench around him, and it’s his signal to just don’t stop - to keep going, and that’s what he intends to do. 

“Changbin, I’m -“, you pant - you want to warn him you’re about to cum, but you don’t get to, because a particularly long suck on your clit, combined with the stimulation provided by his fingers, has you falling apart under his touch - releasing around his fingers with a series of whimpers as your toes curl and your hands grip on the sheets underneath you. 

“You were so good, princess.” Changbin praises you as he slowly removes his fingers, careful not to overstimulate you, before placing a single, chaste kiss on your clit as a well done. “You came so hard.”

“Now it’s your turn.”, you manage to get out - still heavily panting and trying to regain your breath, but you still want more. “I want to feel you.”

Changbin lifts his body up and kneels between your parted legs, resting one hand on your knee as he brings his fingers - the one that were buried inside of you - to his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around them as he licks them clean. “Taste so good, princess, can’t wait to find out how you feel wrapped around me.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat for the millionth time tonight, but you guess it’s the effect Changbin has on you. How are you supposed to remain calm and collected when your crush is currently between your legs, naked, after eating you out as if it was his last meal? 

“Do you happen to have a condom, princess?” Changbin’s voice brings you back to reality. 

Your eyes widen and you realize that no, you don’t have one - another proof of your lack of action lately. “No, I don’t.”, you admit. 

“I’ll go check in my room.” Changbin is about to get up from the bed, but you stop him by grabbing him by the wrist, halting his movements completely. 

“It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”, you whisper, feeling your cheeks heating up as soon as you say those words. “I’m clean - if you’re clean, we can do it without one.” 

Changbin looks taken aback and stares at you with wide eyes and mouth agape as his brain tries to process what you just said. You want him… to fuck you raw? 

“I’m clean, but… princess, are you sure? I can go check, it’s not a problem. My room’s right across the hallway.”, he wants to make sure you’re not feeling pressured or anything - because you’re not. If you want him to put on a condom he’ll go check in his room if he has one - hell, he’ll go to the nearest store and buy some if he has to. 

“I’m sure, Bin. I want to feel you.”, you whisper, and Changbin gulps hard. 

“Fuck - okay, princess.”, he mutters, positioning himself between your legs once again - in the mean time, you take off your bra in a matter of seconds, revealing your bare breasts to him. He wastes no time in capturing one of your nipples in his lips, gently sucking on it as he presses his body against yours - his muscular arms resting at each side of your body, cock rock hard pressing on your belly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

You’re ready, you’re more than ready. So you tell him - it comes out in a whisper, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He shifts his weight on one arm and wraps his own fingers around the thick base of his cock, aligning its tip to your entrance. He looks into your eyes one more time in search for any sign of uncertainty or discomfort, but he can’t find any. Eventually, he starts to push in, and you feel the tip of his thick length part your folds slowly, entirely coated in your arousal. 

“Oh, God.” Changbin gasps once he’s fully settled inside of you - his cock stretching you out real good. It’s been a while since he had raw sex, so he needs to collect himself before he can finally start to thrust inside of you. “Give me a second, princess.”, he pants, face scrunched in pleasure of feeling your tight pussy wrapped around him. “You feel so good around me, you have no idea.”, he whispers on your lips. “So fucking tight."

Once he’s sure he won’t come on the spot as soon as he starts moving - he begins to roll his hips to meet yours. You wrap your arms around his buff figure, placing both of your hands on his back - gently scratching the skin with your fingernails, earning a series of deep grunts from him. He’s propped up on his elbows that are resting on each side of your face, and his face instantly falls in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin as he bites gently on your collarbone. 

“You feel so good inside of me.”, you return the compliment - panting and whimpering as he moves in and out of you at a steady pace. 

It feels perfect inside of you, and without the layer of the rubber you’re able to feel all of him - his velvety skin, in contrast with how hard he is right now, the way it throbs inside of you as he pushes back inside, stretching you out real good. Your hands wander all over his body, but inevitably end up wrapping around his biceps, squeezing them tight as you let out a chocked moan at the feeling of his flexed muscles. 

“You like ‘em that much?” Changbin teases you, snapping his head up to meet your eyes, still thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy. 

You nod frantically, feeling even more aroused by his words. “Yes, God.”, you pant. “They turn me on so much.”

“Really?” Changbin snaps his hips faster at your confession. 

“Yeah.”, you whimper, kicking your head back in pleasure after a particularly hard thrust - Changbin’s hips colliding with yours. “They’re so big and… look so good on you. Look so hot.”

“Yeah?” Changbin pants as he leaves a series of wet, sloppy kisses on your neck - occasionally sucking on the soft skin. “I kinda figured that out, you’re always staring when I’m done working out.”, he chuckles.

“It’s not my fault.”, you whimper. “You look so hot in those snug shirts.”, you involuntarily clench around him when the image of Changbin post-workout pops up in your head, and he grunts when he feels your walls squeezing him.  

“What else do you like?”, he mutters against your skin - eyes closed shut in pleasure as he tries his best to last as long as possible, but it’s hard - you’re just so fucking hot.  

“Your thighs.”, you answer without hesitation - as if you’d been waiting for his question. “Look so fucking big and hot - makes me wanna ride them all the time.”, you’re not even paying attention to what you’re saying anymore - too lost in the moment, in Changbin’s lips on you, in his hips slamming against yours, in his cock twitching inside of you. 

“Fuck - you can’t say things like that.” Changbin snaps his head up to look at you. “You’ll make me cum.”

The desperation in his voice somehow turns you on even more - the thought of him trying to hold back in order to postpone his orgasm and last longer drives you crazy. You’re pleased to find out he’s as whipped as you are - both too caught up in the moment to think straight. 

“I want you to cum.”, you whisper on his lips and he hisses when he feels you clench around him - on purpose, this time, as you wrap your limbs around him. 

“But I want to last some more.” Changbin practically whines as his hips start to move more frantically when he feels you clenching around him - he’s close, and it’s all because of you. He thought he could bear with how tight you feel around him, how deep he is nested inside of you - but you whispering such things in his ear?

“Don’t you want to come inside of me?”, you whisper, squeezing his biceps harder. “You don’t want to fill me up?”

Changbin’s eyes widen as soon as he hears your words. Inside of you? You want him to - oh, fuck. The thought of filling you up has crossed his mind, but he never really thought he’d get to do that. He thought you wanted him to pull out when he was about to cum, he never really expected you to let him finish inside of you. The thought is driving him crazy, and before he can stop himself - he’s already cumming, hot spurts of his seed coating the insides of your walls as he releases with a deep grunt, not even thinking about halting the movements of his hips. 

“Fuck - I’m sorry, I-“, he mumbles incoherently as he continues to rock his hips until he’s sure he’s spilled until the very last drop. 

“It’s okay.”, you place a soft kiss on his forehead as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, clearly embarrassed even though there’s nothing to be ashamed of. “It was hot.”

Was it?, Changbin can’t help but wonder. He honestly doesn’t think that cumming that fast can be considered hot - especially since he didn’t even get you off. Sure, he made you cum before with his mouth and fingers, but he’s a bit disappointed in himself for acting like a horny teenager around you, for ruining your first time together.  At least that’s what he thinks - you don’t think he ruined it. In fact, you think the total opposite. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t make you cum.”, he mutters against your skin, sounding a bit guilty. 

“It’s fine.”, you reassure him, running your hand through his hair, gently tugging at it as you rubbed his bare back with your other hand. “Besides, you did make me cum earlier.”, you remind him. 

“Yeah, but not when I was inside of you.”, he whines. 

You don’t care about that, you know it’s not that important. Sex is made up of different factors and situation, and it’s not always the same - even if it’s with the same person. You know that getting off doesn’t always have to be the ultimate goal and that it can still feel good even if you don’t cum, so it’s not a problem for you. 

“It doesn’t matter, I still liked it.”, you place another kiss on top of his head. 

“You did?”, he sounds surprised, snapping his head up to meet your eyes to see if you’re lying - you’re not. 

“Mh-hm.”, you hum as you caress his hair, moving a couple of locks from his face. “Very much.”

Changbin feels a little more relaxed now, if he’s being honest with himself. He places a kiss on your lips before he shifts his body to remove himself from inside of you, kneeling between your legs. Once he pulls out, he can’t help but stare at your pussy - impatient to see his cum drip out of your hole and onto the sheets, hissing at the sight. His cum looks so good, leaking out of you - if cum can look good. 

You, however, are preoccupied with another thought. Where do you go from here? You’d told Changbin you love him and then you had sex, but he hadn’t said it back. He doesn’t feel the same way, it’s clear as day. You wonder whether you’ll be able to forget about tonight and pretend nothing happened between you - you wonder whether you’ll be okay with being just roommates from now on.

“I’m gonna go wash up.”, you mumble, not looking at him, sitting up on the mattress -  careful not to make a mess on the bed as you get up, retrieving a clean towel from a drawer to dry his cum. 

Once you leave the room and disappear in the bathroom, Changbin feels like the biggest idiot out there. He immediately noticed something’s off with you and he still didn’t do anything about it - he still hasn’t talked to you about what you’d said, the whole you-loving-him thing. And now you’re clearly upset and confused, and it’s all his fault - he needs to fix this, he can’t bear the thought of you being sad or hurt because of him. 

He quickly rushes to the bathroom as well, and knocks a couple of times on the wooden door. You don’t answer, though - you probably can’t hear him since the water’s running and you’re probably in the shower, but what he needs to tell you can’t wait, so he gently pushes the door open and covers his eyes - in case you don’t want him to see you like that, even though he’s still naked himself. 

“Changbin?”, you ask - you sound a bit surprised to see him there but it’s not like you’re shocked or anything. 

He’s still covering his eyes with his hand - which you find weird, considering he was literally inside of you less than ten minutes ago. He’s standing on the doorstep, not daring to come in just in case you don’t want him there. 

“What are you doing standing there? Come in.”

He gasps, taken aback by your offer. Come in? As in in the shower? With you? He’s pretty confused about the whole situation, but then he hears the noise of the shower door sliding open. He removes his hand from his eyes, and his gaze falls on your naked figure, standing in the shower - back facing him. He seems hesitant to hop in the shower with you, so you speak again. 

“Hurry, I’m freezing!”, you urge, and he finally takes a step forward -  and then two, three, four, until he’s entering the shower, the hot water drenching his body as he slides the shower door close behind him. 

Even though you kissed and had sex and he literally came inside of you - he’s still surprised about the intimacy of the act of showering together - somehow even more intimate than his dick in your pussy, if he’s being honest. This feels… domestic, the kind of thing a couple would do on a regular basis - and not two roommates, and it makes him happy, because he knows he hasn’t been seeing you as only his roommate in a while now. But you still wouldn’t turn your body to face him, so he guesses he better talk now - say what he’s been wanting to tell you for months. 

“Y/n?”, he calls your name quietly. 

“Mh?” 

You still won’t turn around, so he wraps his muscular arms around your figure, right below your naked chest as he presses his body against yours so that your back is now touching his chest - his mouth so close to your ear it sends a shiver down your spine, but it’s nothing compared to the words he voices out next. 

“I love you too.”

Your heart hammers in your chest when you hear those words - the words you’ve been dying to hear. You turn around and snap your head up to meet his eyes - brain short-circuiting as you’re trying to process his words. 

“What?”, you mumble, still in his arms. 

He smiles at you - red in the face, flustered. “I love you too.”, he repeats - now even the tips of his ears are turned red, he’s so cute. Yes, Changbin might be buff and muscular, but you know he’s secretly a softie - that’s why you like him so much, he’s got the whole package. “Sorry it took me so long to say it back."

His confession has tears well up in your eyes as you bury your face in his chest and wrap your arms around him, holding him tight. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head and gently caresses your back with his hands.

You stay like this for a while, under the hot stream of the water, in pure silence, embracing each other in a tight, heartfelt hug - both of you smiling and grinning like idiots. Idiots in love. Changbin’s soft hands gently brushing against your back and your head on his chest, allowing you to feel how fast his heart is beating in his chest. No words are needed, you love Changbin and he loves you too - words will probably ruin the magic of this precious moment you’re sharing together, a moment you’ve both been dreaming of.

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Hiii I love love loveee your past two works they’re adorable🥹🥹

I was wondering if you would be open to writing how skz members react to you like accidentally poking/touching them w something (ex: a paintbrush or the eraser of a pencil). Something that you wouldn’t expect to tickle them but it does??

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If this is too confusing or you simply don’t want to write it please don’t feel pressured, I understand!

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i actually have so many ideas-

thank you for being my first ask anon!! 🫶🫶 this turned out to be 6000+ words of tickly fluff omg- that was NOT intentional what the heck!!! i probably won't do this much for every ask i receive, but i certainly got caught up in this one haha

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Bang Chan:

When you heard the door open, you were hunched over your textbooks. It had been hours since you moved, practically yanking your hair out while gathering evidence for your research paper.

“Baby?” Chan’s voice came from down the hallway as he toed off his shoes and locked the door behind him. When you didn’t respond, he walked into the kitchen, finding you in the same spot he left you in when he went into the studio. “Have you been here this entire time?” He asked, coming up behind you to rub your back lovingly.

“Mmm…” Was your only response, not even offering your boyfriend a look.

“Did you eat?” A kiss was pressed to the top of your head. You nodded, and while Chan didn’t exactly believe you, he didn’t push. “Can I help?”

That made you look up at him, your tired eyes softening when you saw his bare face and equally tired eyes smiling back at you.

“Sure, thanks Channie…” You responded with words this time, pushing a book over to him. You briefly explained what you were looking for and he sat beside you, listening intently. Together, the two of you took notes for another half an hour before you stretched, sighing in relief as you were finally done for the night. “I never thought I’d get through those two chapters tonight!” You exclaimed, closing your textbook.

Chan giggled beside you, brushing your hair from your face. “Aren’t you lucky that I’m here?” He teased, giving you a lopsided grin.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss to his mouth. “Well duh, but don’t go getting full of yourself now.” You punctuated your last few words with a couple quick pokes to his side with the eraser of your pencil.

Chan jolted in his seat, sputtering out some giggles as you poked him. With a whine of your name, he pushed at the hand with the offending pencil in its grasp. “What are you doinggg?!”

You laughed at his reaction, trying to poke at him some more. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“You know why! Knock it off!” He cried, trying to get out of his seat so you’d leave him alone. Now feeling playful, you hooked your ankle around the leg of his chair so he’d have a harder time moving it.

“I don’t! Why are you running from me?” You continued to tease, grabbing his closest arm with your free hand so you could continue your assault. He broke into more giggles, pulling at you a bit but being careful not to hurt you.

Chan let out a small “Ah!”, his smile growing bigger and bigger the more he laughed. “Stohohop! It tihihickles!!” He choked out between laughs, body squirming away from you as much as he could from where you had him trapped.

“What? It’s just an eraser! Does it really tickle?” You asked, playing completely innocent as if Chan wasn’t a laughing mess before you.

“Yehehes!! E- Enough!!” His voice broke a bit from the laughter, so you let him have a break. You rubbed the tickly sensations away with one hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help it.” You apologized, still grinning at his flushed face and slightly heavy breathing.

“You’re so mean…” Chan whined, suddenly feeling shy. You just laughed, and he made a mental note to get you back in the near future.

Lee Know:

“Min, are you sure I can’t help?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen island. Minho stood across from you, dutifully chopping vegetables to add to the stew he currently had sitting on the stove.

“I’m sure, just sit there and be patient, hm?” He told you curtly, staying focused on his knife work. You groaned, watching him chop up the vegetables longingly.

Minho was the cook in your relationship, you knew that. He could whip up just about anything if he had the recipe for it, whereas you had a track record of ruining instant ramen. Still, you always wanted to help him out in the kitchen.

After another ten minutes, you were feeling restless. Minho had moved on from chopping the vegetables and was now monitoring the stew while it simmered, waiting to add in everything else so it could cook all together. And his back was turned to you. You eyed one of his wooden stirring spoons and an idea crossed your mind.

Carefully, you approached him from behind, spoon grasped tightly in your hand. As soon as he turned around and stepped away from the stove, you held the spoon out in front of you.

“En garde!” You exclaimed, wielding your culinary weapon. Minho gave you a wildly unimpressed look.

“Are you secretly five years old?” He asked, moving your spoon aside with one hand, walking by you. You huffed and turned around, watching as he searched through the refrigerator. “Seriously, I go to all the trouble to make you food and you can help but be child-,” Minho cut himself off with a grunt when you poked his ribs with the spoon as he went to reach for something.

“I got you, Min. You’re dead now.” You told him, unaware of what you were doing. When he didn’t respond, you poked at him some more. “Hello? You good?”

Minho held out for all of five seconds before he began to giggle and try to scurry away from you. He smacked your spoon out of your hand and backed up as much as he could in the small kitchen. An evil smirk adorned your face.

“What, you done ignoring me now?” You asked, creeping towards your ticklish boyfriend menacingly.

“Honey… please, let’s just- let’s talk, okay? You wanna help me cook?” You laughed at Minho’s begging, secretly loving when he got like this.

“Nah, it’s too late for that now. I wanna hear you laugh.” With that, you lunged forward while Minho tried to dodge to the side of you. You caught him around the waist as he went, and wasted no time in digging into his hips. He screamed and clawed at your hands, breaking out into silly giggles immediately.

“Nohoho!! Nohohot fair!!” He cried out, leaning against the island once he gave up trying to fight off your quick hands. His laughs were belly laughs now, getting deeper and more intense as you abused his worst spots.

“Not fair? I think it’s totally fair, actually. You were being so mean to me! I think you should apologize.” You told him, acting as if you were actually upset. He tried to shake his head for a moment, before a well placed jab to his upper ribs had him keeling over.

“AH!! Nahaha!! Please baby!! Ihihi’m sorry!!” Minho’s voice was raw from the laughter, but he did manage to apologize so you let him go.

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” You let him go, pressing a kiss to his back and rubbing his hips briefly. “Let me help out next time, okay?”

Minho took a moment to gather himself, before turning around and giving you an annoyed look. “Fine. Just don’t be so childish then, hm?” He tugged you into his chest, pressing a searing kiss onto your lips. You squeaked in surprise, before he pulled away, biting back a smile. "You're so annoying..." He muttered and returned to cooking.

Minho's words nearly got him wrecked again, but you were hungry and his red ears told you all you needed to know. He was whipped for you, just like you were for him.

Changbin:

A whiny “Babeee” was all that you needed to know that your dark rapper was home from the gym.

“In the living room, Binnie!” You called back, setting your book down. Changbin came around the corner soon after, hair wet from a shower and a pout on his face. You sat up a bit, opening your arms in an invite to sit with you.

Changbin took it immediately, flopping down next to you and letting you wrap him up in your arms. He buried his head in your shoulder and let out a groan. “Missed you…” He mumbled into your skin.

“I missed you too, my love. How was the gym?” You asked, rubbing light circles into his back.

“‘S fine…” He trailed off, and you could tell he had more to say.

“But…?” You prompted, kissing his head gently.

“Hurt my shoulder…”

This news was surprising to you. Changbin was always so safe in the gym, never lifting more than he should and never using incorrect form.

“What? How?” The question left your lips sounding slightly more worried than you meant it. “Sit up baby, let me see.”

Changbin sat up, looking bashful. “I tried to lift too much… usually I increase by 10 pounds, but today I increased by 20.”

“Oh Binnie…” You sighed. “Which arm?” He gestured to his right shoulder. Gently, you touched the muscle there, pressing lightly until he flinched. It seemed to be the worst on his inner bicep. “Want me to try to roll it out?”

Your boyfriend nodded, looking kind of pitiful. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was always so confident at the gym, this mistake must’ve been really frustrating. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his pouting lips, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

“I’ll be right back.” You told him, going to find his little muscle roller stick. It looked like a rolling pin with bumps on it, and it was meant to help sore muscles heal faster. Originally, you had bought it for yourself, but once you started dating a gym rat it became a communal item.

You returned quickly and instructed Changbin to lay on the ground with his right arm raised above his head. “Okay baby, I’m just going to roll this up and down your arm. Tell me if it hurts too much.” You explain, kneeling beside him. He nodded and shut his eyes, brow drawn up in preparation for the inevitable pain.

Beginning slowly, you rolled the small foam roller up and down his muscly inner bicep, pressing firmly. Changbin let out some groans, face scrunched as the pressure built up. You knew it would end up hurting, it always did. Rolling out your muscles was a real chore.

“You doing okay?” You asked, to which he nodded. You kept it up for another few minutes before you lightened it up. “I’m gonna go lighter now, okay?”

The light, gentle rolling of the foam was a sharp contrast to the deep pressure he had felt moments earlier, and when it approached his armpit, Changbin’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait-,” He exclaimed, trying to swallow the giggles threatening to burst forth.

You seemed to be none the wiser.

“What?” Once again, the roller approached his armpit, and this time, Changbin couldn’t help but stutter out a small laugh. A teasing grin grew on your face. “Oh? Does this maybe… tickle?”

A blush blossomed across his cheeks immediately, and Changbin shook his head. frantic. “No! No it really doesn’t, but I think I’m done now, so- AHH!”

You rolled the ridged massager right into his armpit this time, causing him to scream. He desperately tried to put his arm down and roll away, but you had him pinned with a knee on his elbow. He couldn’t help but break out into his goofy giggles once he realized he had no where to go.

“PLEHehase!! Bahahby!! It tickles!!” He laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Of course you knew he was ticklish, but opportunities to torture him never presented themselves so nicely. How could you let this one pass you up?

“Oh, so now you’re going to tell the truth? I thought it didn’t tickle?” You asked, and Changbin simply threw his head back, his giggles becoming louder. (Part of that was your fault, as you did start trailing your fingers against his sensitive skin after the roller left it)

His squirming got more and more intense, and since he was already injured, you didn’t want him to get more hurt. Reluctantly, you got off of him and helped him sit up, massaging the top of his shoulder with your hands while he caught his breath.

“That was… really mean…” Changbin said, panting a bit in between words. He still wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hurt shoulder.

“Sorry Binnie, you were just too cute.” Changbin blushed again at your words, and shook his shoulders in the way he did when he got flustered.

“Yeah? Your Binnie is cute?” He asked, pursing his lips for a kiss.

“The cutest.” You confirmed, leaning forward to grant his wish.

Hyunjin:

“Darling, hey…” A gentle hand shook you awake. You blinked at its owner blearily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Jinnie? What’s wrong?” You asked as you made out the figure of your boyfriend kneeling over you. His hair was pulled back away from his face and he was smiling at you softly.

“Nothing’s wrong, you just fell asleep. I didn’t want you to ruin your sleep tonight.” Hyunjin told you, petting your hair once before getting up from the side of the couch. You sat up, suddenly feeling lonely.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching as he headed towards the hallway. He turned back towards you and you realized his clothes were covered in smears of different colors.

“Painting, you wanna come watch?” He asked, turning his head to the side as he did. You nodded, unwrapping yourself from your blanket cocoon and getting up to follow after him.

Hyunjin laughed when you reached him, kissing your head gently. “You’re so cute…” He murmured into your hair before leading the way down the hallway.

Once you were in the small studio, you took in the half finished art piece that he was working on. It looked to be a portrait of an old woman who seemed to be staring right back at you, smiling kindly. She didn’t have hair or the top half of her head yet, so you figured that was next.

Hyunjin stood behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. “I’m working on painting aged faces… do you like it?” His voice was soft and close to your ear. You leaned back into his touch.

“Mhm… she’s lovely. Reminds me of my grandma.” You told him, and he let out a huffed laugh behind you.

“I’ll keep that in mind, hm?” You nodded at his words, turning to press a kiss to his cheek before he took a seat at the small stool before the canvas. You took a seat in another chair, settling in to watch him paint.

After about 30 minutes, you still felt drowsy, and in an effort to stay awake you decided to distract Hyunjin a bit. You had spotted a fluffy old paint brush sitting by his art supplies. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in years, and decided to change that.

“Jinnie?” You called out, getting up to grab the paint brush.

“Yes, love?” He answered, currently perfecting the shape of grandma’s hair.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, coming to stand behind him, hands rubbing his back mindlessly. Hyunjin glanced at you over his shoulder, confusion etched into his brow.

“What game?”

You giggled at his innocence. “I’ll show you!” Suddenly, you lifted up the back of his sweatshirt to expose his skin. “You guess what I’m writing, okay?”

“Okay? But- GAH!!” He cut himself off with a yelp as your fluffy paint brush made contact with his back. You felt him begin to shake beneath your hands as you worked on writing nonsense all over his skin.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna play?” You absolutely knew what was wrong. Your boyfriend was insanely ticklish. He couldn’t even stand you tracing shapes on his back when he was wearing heavy jackets- he was just too ticklish.

Hyunjin was doing his absolute best to hold back his giggles. The feeling of the brush against his skin sent shockwaves through his body, and it was all he could do to stay still in that moment. Any sign of weakness would be a ticklish death sentence.

You, on the other hand, were having a blast. It wasn’t every day you got a chance to exploit Hyunjin’s ticklishness, so you weren’t about to give it up now. The brush slowly found its way to his side, the feather light touch on one of his worst spots finally causing him to break into giggles.

“Wahahahait!! Waitwaitwaitwait- baby PLEASE!!” Hyunjin pleaded, slumping forward on the stool and trying to squirm away from the evil brush.

You didn’t reply, just pressed a kiss against his shoulder before you went in for the kill. While you swirled your brush against his side, your free hand massaged his other side.

Hyunjin lost his mind, practically falling off the stool in an effort to get away from your attacks.

“AHHH!!!” He shrieked, now on the ground. You followed him, sitting on his long legs as he tried to escape. The brush was abandoned, and instead you just tickled him wherever you could reach.

“NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Hyunjin cried, grabbing for the hands currently clawing at his ticklish belly. You giggled along with him, heart overwhelmed with adoration.

“Yahhh, you’re so cute Jinnie! I need to do this more often!” You exclaimed, digging your thumbs into his lower belly and vibrating the muscle there.

Hyunjin threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut and a large smile on his face. His witch-like cackles filled the room as he eventually gave up fighting back, instead just laying there and taking it.

“My baby is tired hm? Okay, I’m done.” You decided, halting your attack and instead laying down beside Hyunjin. You pulled him into your body and let him lay his head on your chest while you played with the hair that had been knocked loose from his updo. Hyunjin was breathing heavily, but still nuzzled into your touch as the two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“What was that for?” He asked after a while, and you giggled at him. Hyunjin looked up at you, offering you a glare and a pout as you laughed.

“I just wanted to mess with you, I couldn’t help it.” You explained, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He grumbled something that you couldn’t make out. “What was that?”

All he did was shake his head, and something told you to be on guard for the next couple days. Just in case Hyunjin decided to take revenge.

Han:

“Baby! Come listen to this!”

“Ji! Don’t yell, I’m right here.”

Han gave you a sheepish grin as he took off his headphones, turning in his rolling chair to face you. You were sitting on the couch of the studio he had taken over for the evening, just keeping him company and being an occasional beta listener for his new tracks.

“Sorry baby- I didn’t realize how loud I was talking.” Han said, flushing a bit. “But come here, I want you to listen to something.”

You did as you were told, sitting beside him in a rolling chair of your own. Han tugged you even closer and handed you his headphones. You put them on, giving him a look that said “let’s see what you’ve got”. He laughed and clicked play on the track he had queued up.

A trap beat began, quickly followed by a funky melody. Immediately you liked it, and leaned forward to watch how the audio layering changed on the program while you listened. Unconsciously, you placed your hand on Han’s knee while you listened, keeping the beat with your pointer finger.

“Wow!” You exclaimed when the track finished, moving the headphones to sit around your neck. “That was amazing Ji, seriously. I can’t believe how creative you are! That was like nothing I’ve ever heard before, how do you do it?” You asked, excitedly squeezing your boyfriend's knee as you turned to look at him.

To your surprise, Han was bright red and biting his lip. “Baby? What’s wrong, are you feeling okay?” You asked, suddenly concerned.

Han coughed awkwardly, nodding. “I’m fine, just warm suddenly.” He wouldn’t meet your eye.

You frowned. “If you say so, but let’s go home if you’re not feeling well, okay? I can’t have you getting sick on me.” You said, squeezing his knee once again as you went to get up and grab your jackets.

“AH-,” He squawked out as you did so, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. You stopped in your tracks, before turning to look at him.

“Are you ticklish?” You asked, and Han’s heart sank. He had been dreading this question since you started dating.

“What? Me? No, what a crazy question! I would never- NAha!!” You cut his rambling off with another sharp squeeze to his knees. Han began to giggled freely, realizing he wasn’t getting out of this without a fight. “Baby, baby please- just think about this okay? Don’t- don’t tickle me!”

There was no reasoning with you. An evil grin spread across your face and you pounced, squeezing and scribbling at his knees, slyly sneaking your fingers inside the rips in his jeans to tickle his bare skin. Han squealed, laughing immediately as he tried to roll away from you or at least push your hands away.

“Bahahaby!! Nohoho!!” He whined out in between giggles, making small whimpering noises when you continued your torture.

“Sorry Hannie, I can’t help it if you’re ticklish!” You teased, only letting up your attack when he began to kick out at you. He may be cute, but tickling him wasn’t worth getting kicked over.

Han giggled to himself for a second longer, before glaring at you. You simply stuck your tongue out at him and turned to grab your things. When you did, he grabbed you around the waist and tugged you down onto his lap. Before you could even protest, he began to tickle you like mad, making sure you laughed just as much as he did.

It was a while before the two of you actually went home.

Felix:

“Leonardo DiCaprio used to be so cute… what happened?” You sighed, laying on top of Felix while the two of you watched Titanic for the millionth time.

“I think his head got bigger- is that even possible?” Felix replied with a laugh, running his hands through your hair.

You laughed with him and gave him a teasing look. “I guess so. But I’m just gonna say that your head better stay the same size, okay?”

Felix made an offended noise at your words. “Hey! What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

"I dunno, Lix. What do you think it means?" You laugh, nuzzling into his chest.

"Uh uh, no. You don't get to be cute right now!" Felix said, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. He reached over and plucked the remote off the coffee table. "No more Titanic for you, it's making you goofy."

"What? Hey! Give that back!" You whined, reaching for the remote in his grasp. Felix shook his head, holding it just out of your reach.

"Nope, I'm turning it off! Sorry baby." At these words, you panicked, desperately wanting to continue watching. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

Just before Felix could turn it off, you grabbed his chin, tilting it down so you could press a heated kiss to his pretty lips. When you pulled away, Felix looked like you had just given him the most mind-numbingly wonderful drug to ever exist. In his daze, he accidentally brought the remote back into grabbing range. You snatched it out of his hand quickly, sitting up with a victorious cheer.

"Haha! I win!" You cried, waving the remote around. Felix groaned, sitting up as well and giving you a pout. "Take that, Lix!" To add to your gloating, you used the remote to quickly jab him in the ribs.

Felix certainly wasn't expecting that and grunted in surprise, bringing a hand to cover the spot you jabbed.

At first, you were worried you hurt him. "Baby? Did that hurt? I'm sorr-," You cut yourself off when you saw the light blush rising to his cheeks. "Did that tickle?" You asked, laughing out in shock.

Felix's cheeks turned dark red immediately, and suddenly he was up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.

"Hey! Get back here!" You yelled out, getting up to chase him down.

Felix had run to your bedroom and he didn't even have enough time to shut the door behind him before you were on him. Quickly, you had tackled him onto the bed, hands finding purchase on his lean hips. You began squeezing and Felix screamed in protest.

"AHH!! NAHAHA!!" Felix cried out, his laughs loud as he tried to pry your hands off his hips. You just laughed along with him, swinging a leg over him to straddle his thighs.

"And to think all of this could've been avoided if you didn't try to steal the remote, hm?" You lamented between giggles, skittering your tickling fingers up to Felix's ribs. He let out another scream, throwing his head back as you began to teasingly count his ribs.

"NOHOHO!! DOHON'T DOHOHO THAHAT!!" The words were hardly intelligible through his screeching, but you understood well enough.

"Do what? This?" You played dumb, but dug your thumbs into a particularly bad spot under his third rib. Felix's hips bucked beneath you aggressively, nearly throwing you off. His laughter fell silent soon after, his hands clawing at your thighs and his face nearly turning purple.

You rolled off of him, rubbing his chest lightly and giving his shoulder kisses until he caught his breath. When he did, he turned his head towards you, blond hair all in his face, and let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. You giggled and pulled him into your chest.

He fell asleep soon after, leaving you no time to apologize for being a tickle monster. Hopefully the cuddles would make up for it.

Seungmin:

"Min! Come look at what I'm making!" You called excitedly from your place on the couch, working on your latest crochet project. It was a hobby you'd picked up recently, and after mastering some basic stitches, you decided to try to make something special.

Seungmin appeared from around the corner, t-shirt crumpled and sweatpants riding up on his long legs. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes and he looked kind of grumpy. "Whaaaat?" He whined, flopping down on the couch beside you.

You giggled at his appearance and ruffled his hair. "Were you napping? You should've told me, I would've kept quiet." Seungmin just grumbled in response. "Anyway," you held up your project for him to see, "Look! It's PuppyM!"

The PuppyM in question was your crochet project. You had found a template online and you decided to recreate it to surprise your boyfriend. The stuffy was definitely sort of wonky looking, but you tried your hardest and you thought it had come out okay.

Seungmin, apparently, did not feel the same.

His eyes widened as he took in the Skzoo's appearance, and suddenly loud, mocking laughs escaped him. "Whahaht the heheck is that?" Seungmin snickered, trying to grab for it.

You held it out of his reach, making an offended noise at his words. "It's PuppyM! I crocheted him..." You whined, feeling disappointed by his reaction. "I thought you'd like him..."

Seungmin sat up, still laughing about it. "He's so squished! What happened?" He exclaimed. You frowned at him and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch, smacking him with it.

"You're a real jerk, Kim Seungmin." You turned away from him with a huff. You took PuppyM and tried to finish the stitching on him, but you felt so mad that it wasn't going well. The crochet hooks were not behaving.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was feeling pretty guilty. He didn't realize you were so serious about the project or else he wouldn't have laughed like that. He held the pillow you smacked him with and stared at your back silently, wondering if he should apologize.

Seungmin called out your name gently. "I'm sorry, baby. That wasn't cool and I-," You turned back toward him quickly, frustration clear on your features.

"Oh now you're apologizing? Yeah, seems about right. You know, I worked so hard on this!" Your words were angry and you jabbed him with your crochet hook to emphasize your point. Instead of arguing back, Seungmin let out a squawk of laughter and clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening.

An evil grin spread across your face and you set your project down, moving towards him on the couch.

Seungmin scooted away from you as much as he could, already beginning to beg for mercy. "Baby, baby please. I'm sorry, okay?"

"What are you sorry for? Hm? Because whatever it is, it seems like you need a bit of a punishment." You spoke lowly, moving to cage him in beneath your body. Normally, this would be sexy, but now Seungmin was blushing for a different reason.

Before he could get another word out, you slipped a hand up his shirt and dug into his side. Seungmin bit his lip, desperately trying to hold in the laughter that was threatening to spill from his lips. It was working until you began to vibrate your thumb deep into the muscles in his stomach.

"NAHahaha plEHEase!! I'm sohohoryy!!" Seungmin cried out between laughs, trying to hide his face in his shoulder while his hands grabbed at you in protest. You simply giggled at him, blowing air into his ears when he turned his head.

"You were so mean to me, Min. How am I supposed to forgive you?" You asked, pretending to think while your hand destroyed his ticklish stomach. You made a humming noise and pressed ticklish kisses wherever you could, causing the tall boy to squeak and hiccup around his giggles.

"I'll do anything!! Nohoho mohohoreee!!" His words were pleading, but you still didn't feel satisfied.

"Ah! I know." You stopped tickling him, getting up to sit on his waist. "You tell me just how much you love my PuppyM and I might forgive you, okay?" Seungmin, flushed and teary eyed, nodded. Before he could catch his breath enough to tell you what you asked him to, you threw his shirt up, pressed your mouth to his lean stomach, and blew one long raspberry into his skin.

Seungmin screamed, thrashing beneath you as the raspberries just kept coming. "NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASEE!! PUPPYM IS- GAHAHA!!! I LOVE HIM!! STAHAHAPP!!" Seungmin could hardly get his words out, and his laughter fell silent just after. You blew just one more raspberry before wiping you spit off his tummy and pulling his shirt down.

"There, was that so hard?" You asked, smiling down at your thoroughly wrecked boyfriend. He only whined in response, pulling you down to lay on top of him. You heard his breathing even out as you cuddled him. "You gonna fall asleep again?"

A sleepy kiss was pressed to your temple, along with an "mhm" from Seungmin before he fell asleep beneath you. You smiled a bit, feeling your heart swell from the amount of love you held for him, even if he was kind of a meanie sometimes.

I.N:

"Thanks for letting me do this, Innie. It means a lot." You said, pulling out your makeup supplies and setting it all down on the table. Jeongin was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, staring up at you nervously. You had asked him to be your model for a project at your beauty school, and he had agreed without thinking. The two of you hadn't been dating for long, and now that he was here, he felt kind of anxious.

Jeongin nodded, offering you a small smile. "It's nothing. I want you to do well on this project so it's the least I could do."

You smiled and leaned down to press a light kiss to his lips. "You really are the sweetest, you know that?" Jeongin blushed and looked away, but he couldn't help but smile when you giggled at his reaction. "Okay, I'm gonna start now. Just stay still, hm?"

He sat like that for a while, letting you pat various powders over his face. You painted pastel shadows onto his eyes, highlighting them with lots of glitter and sparkle to fit the theme of the project. When you finished with his face, Jeongin looked like a fairy.

“There! You wanna see?” You held up your small handheld mirror to him, and Jeongin nearly gasped. His makeup had been done countless times by many different people since he became an idol, but something about the way you accentuated the curves of his face made him feel really pretty. “Do you like it?” You asked softly, rearranging his hair lightly so he could see more of his face.

Jeongin nodded, still staring at himself. “You’re amazing…” He murmured, dropping the mirror from his face and looking up at you in wonderment. “You’ll definitely get high marks on this project, just you wait.”

You laughed at his words, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. “You think so? I think it’s just because I had an amazing model to help me out.” You grabbed something else from the table and your long, fluffy kabuki brush. Jeongin had seen those before and remembered them because of the cool name. “Alright, I’m almost done. I just need to do one last thing.”

Jeongin nodded, seeing you were holding a jar of fine body glitter. “Where does the glitter go?” He asked.

"I was thinking of dusting across your cheeks and your neck, just to highlight the colors on your face," you explained, unscrewing the lid of the jar and dipping your brush into it. "Is that okay?"

"Uh y- yeah! Yes, that's fine." It wasn't really fine, if he was being honest. Jeongin knew how... sensitive his neck was, and he wasn't wild about sharing that information. But you looked so excited, how could he deny you?

You gave him a beaming smile and began to brush the glitter over his cheeks. That spot wasn't too bad, but now you were gathering more product on your brush and-

"Ah!" Jeongin cried out, grabbing your wrist when the brush made contact with his neck. Upon realizing what he did, your boyfriend blushed and looked away, slightly nervous for your reaction.

You giggled, patting his shoulder. "Are you ticklish there?" Jeongin nodded, keeping his gaze on his lap. "You're so cute..." You cooed, tilting his chin up so he'd meet your eyes. "Can I keep going? It'll be over soon."

Jeongin blushed once again, but nodded anyway. You smiled, once again bringing the glittery brush up to his neck. Instead of freaking out or trying to stop himself, he let his giggles flow freely as they came. His eyes squeezed shut and his dimples came out as he cringed from the sensation, which caused you to ooh and awe over him once again.

"Are you really this ticklish? I'm barely touching you!" You couldn't help but tease him, entranced by his cute face and melodic laughter.

Jeongin did his best to stutter out some words. "Yehehes ihit's bahad!" The brush danced up to one of the spots beneath his ear, which made him squeal out and try to hide in his shoulder. "AHH! Nahaha!!" He was back to grabbing at your wrist.

This time, instead of trying to will him to take his hand off so you could move, you used your other hand to jab into his armpit. Jeongin let out another soft scream and clamped his arm down over your hand, leaving the brush free to finish its work. You kept your hand in his armpit, just as encouragement to let you finish up.

"Bahaha!! Nohoho!! It's so bad!!" He cried out, beginning to thrash in his seat as both his underarms and neck were seemingly tortured at the same time. You giggled at him, and worked on the last little area of his neck before you finally let him have a break.

"I'm sorry, Innie. That must've really tickled, hm?" You asked, setting the brush down. "I'm done now, not to worry."

Jeongin's breathing was a bit labored, and his face was on fire, but he looked more happy than anything. "It's okay, it did tickle but... I didn't hate it..." He admitted, once again not looking at you.

You raised an eyebrow as you packed up your makeup supplies. "Oh? I'll have to explore that more later..." You sing-songed teasingly. Jeongin let out a small whine at that, to which you chuckled.

"Come on, I need to take pictures of you, pretty boy." 

#comets: queue #fluff #stray kids

[straystars-and-planets]

soul vine ↝ [L.M.] :: part three

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: when you decide to get an ear piercing as part of your transition to adulthood, you expect a lot of things, like the pain and the high price tag. what you don’t expect, however, is finding out you’re soul-bound to the angry blonde from the parlor. or that you’re technically not human.

but hey. adulthood, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: lee minho x she/her reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter word count: 2.0k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tags: magic au, grumpy minho, fantasy, medium burn, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, soulmate au, gang au, minho has some issues to work out

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author’s note: sorry i like, fell off the face of the earth LMAO. work got so hectic, then I had to prepare to move back in for school and get used to my schedule. but! i'm here now and I will be updating more regularly. feel free to scream at me (kindly) in the notes or my ask box

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tag list: @mal-lunar-28 @dutchessskarma @weakforskz @liknws @goddessraven2371 @beaann @deadpoetsandhoney (comment on this post to be added!)

part one - part two - part three

An hour or two later, you were seated on the couch next to Hyunjin, who was holding your hand and rubbing his thumb over it protectively. 

           After Minho returned from doing God knows what, he sulked in the corner like an angry toddler. His anger radiated in the room you three were in, and he was pissed. After deciding to sit, he had spent the better half of 20 minutes mumbling angry, incoherent sentences under his breath. It wasn’t until Chan returned that he had settled down a bit.

Emphasis on a bit.

           Now, the two men were sat in chairs across from you and Hyunjin, Minho scowling at you, and Chan staring at you with an unreadable look. You could sense his feelings of disappointment in the air, and it made you shrink in your seat.  Hyunjin bit his nail anxiously and his eyes bounced between his friends.

            “She’s innocent,” he spoke up. Chan held a finger up to silence him, and continued to stare at you questioningly.

            It’d been dead silent for the better part of 5 minutes now, and you were starting to get anxious. For many reasons, like being in a room with three men you only met last week, but mostly because Hyunjin had touched the bruise on your back and healed it, and you needed to know what was going on before you decided to freak out. If you hit your head on the sidewalk and this was some vivid comatose dream, cool, it was a great one. But if you were actually awake, that was another story.

             Chan’s facade broke, and he let out a small laugh. “You’re not in a coma,” he said. “You’re awake.”

             Oh, he could read minds now? You were definitely in a coma.

             Unconvinced, you blinked at him, and slowly his stoic expression morphed into something closer to his normal face. Minho, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to smother you with the pillow next to your leg. You shifted next to Hyunjin for support.

            “Alright, get to talking,” Minho barked. “Explain what the fuck you were doing in my shop and what you were trying to accomplish. And don’t try lying, we already know everything.”

            “Min—”

            “Don’t interrupt me Hyunjin. This doesn’t concern you.”

            Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “It kinda does.”

            “I’m sorry, what exactly is going on?”

            All the eyes in the room turned their attention to you. Minho looked indignant at your question, as though he couldn’t believe you’d have the nerve to speak. Chan, on the other hand, let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 

            “Well, before anyone says anything else, are you okay? You got choked out for a while back there.”

             Your fingers brushed against the bruise on your neck as you blinked at them. It seemed like a distant memory at this point, albeit a terrifying one, but as you ran your fingers along the surface of your skin, you let your focus come back to the present.  “I… I actually feel fine.”

             Hyunjin smiled, and Chan continued. “Good. That confirms our theory, then.”

              “Your theory… about what exactly?”

              Chan stood up from his seat and folded his arms over his chest. After a beat of silence, he began pacing around the small room, humming a tune to himself. He paused in front of a small window off to the side and stared out of it.

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to Hyunjin, who rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘Dramatics,’ he mouthed. Still unsure, you nodded and looked back at Chan.

Finally, he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a Sirid?”

                You blinked, having no clue what word just came out of Chan’s mouth. Was this some new kind of insult? Probably not. You’d expect that behavior from Minho, not Chan. You’d never heard this word before, and there was no context in his sentence to help you out.

At your silence, Chan tilted his head. “You seem confused… why?”

“I have no idea what that word means,” you confessed. “I’m genuinely concerned that you might have insulted me.” 

           “She’s obviously lying,” Minho spoke up. His arms were still crossed over his chest as he looked you up and down. “There’s no other explanation.”

You chose to ignore Minho, staring at Chan as he restarted his pacing. “Are you going to let me know what a Sirid is, or am I going to continue to believe I’ve just been insulted?”

Chan paused in his pacing again and turned around to face you. “I should’ve known when you came in, but your energy didn’t set off any alarm bells. My only question is, why didn’t you tell us yourself? Certainly you felt our energies.”

“Chan,” you deadpanned. “I’m telling you right now, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I came for an industrial piercing, and that’s it.”

Hyunjin pressed his hand into the curve of your back tightly, and the rising anger in you began to settle down. You closed your eyes before continuing.

“I’m honestly very confused and a little frightened, so if you please, I’d love an explanation.”

When you opened your eyes, Chan was staring at you with a different look. The disappointment was gone, replaced with something akin to sympathy. Even Minho, who still looked like murder was a considerable option, had his eyebrows raised and was giving you his undivided attention.

Chan let out a breath and slid back into the seat next to Minho. “Alright,” he breathed. “We can do that.”

He leaned back and blew air through his mouth. “So. We, as in all of the workers here at the shop, are Sirids. I guess the human equivalent is like… witches and wizards. We’re not from here, we’re from a different realm, a place called Iphorus.”

You allowed Chan to continue, skepticism flowing through your veins like an essential vitamin. ‘They’re crazy,’ you thought. ‘Cute, and great tattoo artists, but crazy.’

“You remember Hyunjin grabbing you and bringing you back here, right?”

You nodded. “Then he touched my back, and the pain went away.”

“Well,” Hyunjin cut in. “I started healing you way before that. Being held in the air by your throat for close to 5 minutes is not exactly a recommended daily activity.”

You turned to the redhead with confusion. “What are you saying?”

“You were going to die, idiot.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “You were being choked out by a man 15 times stronger than you are. If Hyunjin hadn’t sensed the danger, you would be dead.”

Your memory flicked back to seeing Hyunjin at the bottom of the hill earlier that day. You remembered that when you felt the impending sense of doom and froze, he also seemed disturbed, as though whatever you were feeling, he was feeling.

Your heart thundered in your chest as panic gripped your brain. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“Sirids are divided into different groups, called clans.” Chan’s voice softened as he explained. “Your clan determines what your powers are. Hyunjin is from the Ellituary clan. He’s a healer, a protector– do you notice how calm you feel with him?”

Yes, actually. You did. You remembered the overwhelming sense of peace that washed over you when he walked into Minho’s studio. You thought it was relief from having a third person around so you wouldn’t have to deal with Minho alone.

You felt your head shaking before you even realized it. “No,” you said. “You guys are messing with me. You’re lying to me because you want to keep me here.”

Hyunjin reached over to touch you again, but you pulled yourself away as though he was poisonous. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they pooled with tears.

Chan called your name gently, reaching over to calm you down himself, but you shot up from your seat and backed away from all of them.

“Magic isn’t real,” you said, more to yourself than to them. “You’re liars, and I’m going to walk down these stairs and go home, and I never want to see any of you again.”

“That wouldn’t be wise.”

You whipped around to look at Minho, who wasn’t even looking in your direction as he spoke. “We know you’re a Sirid because Sirid magic doesn’t work on humans, and humans can’t detect each other through their energy.”

His eyes lazily looked up at yours. “Hyunjin was able to heal you, and that asshole was able to sense you to know to attack you. If there was one, we have to assume there are others, and if you leave this shop with that earring in your ear, they can and will come after you.”

He scoffed. “And we will not be able to save you next time.”

You reached a shaking hand to your ear, gently touching the new addition to your appearance. “What does the earring have to do with any of this?”

Hyunjin sighed. “Do you remember what I told you? That the earring has a cultural significance that no one knows about but us?”

Of course. Hyunjin’s stuttering and hesitation all made sense now– well, if you chose to believe them. As much as you wanted to think they were just being weirdos, too many things were starting to add up.

“What’s its significance then?” You remembered how the man called Minho by name after seeing the earring. “Is this like, your symbol or something? Did I accidentally initiate myself into a gang?”

“No no,” Chan held his hands up quickly. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just…” He trailed off, biting his lip as he tried to find the proper words to use.

Hyunjin jumped in. “Minho invented the earring years ago. It’s called the Soul Vine.  On humans, it doesn’t do anything, but on Sirids, the shadow of the squiggly part reveals the name of your soul tie.”

“Soul tie?”

“Like a soulmate,” Chan explained. “The person that your soul is tied to.”

So that's why Minho didn’t want to make the earring. If you’d known it would cause so much trouble, you would’ve been fine picking something else out. Granted, there was no way he could’ve explained it to you that wouldn’t make you think he was entirely insane. Actually, you’re still not sure if you believe in his sanity 100%.

As you began to process everything in the silence, Minho shot out of his seat like he’d been sitting on hot coals. His eyes were wide, and he looked both angry and terrified.

Chan gave him a look. “Min? You okay?”

Rather than answering Chan, Minho turned around in your direction and made his way over to you quickly. Without warning, he pulled your hair away from your ear and stared at the earring intently.

You gave Chan a pleading look, and he stood up and started making his way towards you two.

“Minho,” he sighed. “You have to ask before you touch people. I thought we’ve been over–”

“Fuck.”

Minho pulled away from you and pressed his palms over both of his eyes. “Of fucking course– of fucking course.”

Hyunjin blinked from his spot on the couch. “What.. what’s going on?”

Chan turned his attention back to you, squinting at your ear. After a moment, his eyes widened and he staggered backwards like someone punched him.

You were about to ask what happened, but a memory from the day you got your piercing rushed full force into your mind. You could see yourself sitting in the chair and holding the mirror, decoding the letters that appeared from the shadow.

Your stomach sunk into the floor as you returned Chan’s widened eyes.

“Oh my God,” you stuttered. “If I’m a Sirid–”

“Then the earring shows your soul tie.”

Slowly, your eyes shifted to Minho, who’s palms were still over his face. He parted his hands slowly, and in the silence of the room, you could hear his wavering voice repeating two words like a mantra.

“It’s me,” he whispered. “It’s me. It’s me. It’s me.”

#comets: queue #lee know x reader #stray kids #to read #fic recs #I LOVE A GOOD FANTASY AU

[straystars-and-planets]

everyday boyfriend han jisung texts !!

warnings: a few swears (I'm sorry)

a/n: I am not immune to han's cheekies & charms .. self-indulgent boyfriend texts yet again !

#comets: queue #han jisung #stray kids

[straystars-and-planets]

Stray Kids Reaction || How You Meet [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

TW: Mentions of violence and guns

A/N: I had so much fun writing the next lot of reactions, you have no idea!!!

CHAN:

There was something in the air today, something that was fucking up your life and you weren't enjoying it. It was as if the world had looked at you today and decided that it was your turn to have the worst luck in the history of the universe. You'd gotten fired, fallen into the canal, and got an eviction letter all in one day and yet the universe was still throwing curve balls at you since you'd just almost gotten hit by a car.

"Are you okay?!" Your friend questioned as you stood against the brick wall your head resting against the brick as you did your best to calm down your racing heart. The car had been inches away from hitting you until she pulled you away and you would have been dead if she wasn't with you. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take in some deep breaths and steady yourself a little, Your eyes scanned the road as you saw the car that almost barrelled you down pulling into the layby next to you.

"Listen! Creep! If you're going to yell at her for being in the road maybe you should drive like a normal person!" Katarina said before you could stop her, the man stared at her before disregarding her entirely and staring you down. He was almost 6 foot tall, bald and had a giant scar running down the left side of his face,

"Don't stare her down! It might work on other people but Yn here isn't going to back down, we'll sue you! You were driving over the speed limit! We could have you arrested," You put your hand on Katarina's arm trying to get her to cool her jets,

"Leave it, Kat, he didn't hit me." You begged as you shook your head, as soon as this day was over the better. All you wanted to do was go home to bed and sleep it all off like nothing had happened but you wouldn't go back to a bed, you were going back to Kat's sofa bed,

"I won't leave it! He could have killed you!" She yelled out drawing attention from those around you when you heard another car door shut, you glanced in the direction of the car to see a man making his way toward you.

"What do you want?!" Katarina yelled out making a few of the women that were watching the exchange gasp out.

"Are you okay?" The question was directed at you by the man who spoke with an Australian accent, your eyes stuck on him as you took in a small intake of breath. The man was stunning to look at, his eyes felt as though they were piercing into your soul as you stared back at him, slowly nodding.

"Are you sure? It must have scared you." The man stated as he continued to look at you, searching for any sign that you might be lying to him.

"I've told him countless times to drive the speed limit around here but he never listens," He admitted to you, though it was only partially true. When Chan needed to get somewhere he would, he didn't care who was on the roads but after seeing you so scared there was something inside of him that scared him, the aching urge to want to protect you took over his body.

"Y-Yes, fine. Just shook up," You admitted as Kat stared at you, narrowing her eyes at the man and then at you before she smirked a little. It was obvious that you were attracted to the man, though it was lost on Kat as to why since his driver had almost hit you.

"She would be better if you took her for some tea, you know, to make up for your driving almost killing her." Your eyes shot in her direction but she refused to look at you, instead, she chose to stare at the man that was apologising to you,

"Kat!" You hissed out, was she out of her mind? One second she was ready to fist fight the person who had almost hit you and now she was attempting to set you up.

"She's right, I should take you for some tea to steady your nerves. It's the least I can do," Chan said as he watched you, his eyes hadn't left your face since the moment he got out of the car and you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.

"Text me when you're done," Kat winks at you, walking away so that you can't decline the offer of tea and you whimper a little.

"I'm Chan, it's lovely to meet you...?" He stated his name so that it wouldn't feel too weird going to get something to drink with a stranger.

"Yn." You told him as he took your hand in his and gently lifted it to his lips, kissing it gently as you felt your body warm at the whole interaction.

MINHO:

You would have to be stupid not to know who the man standing inside of the animal shelter was right now, you'd also have to be stupid to be the one serving him and yet here you were. In fairness, you'd been the only one brave enough to stay and see what Minho could have wanted in a place like this. It wasn't every day the local mafia leader walked into a cat shelter and began looking around for something.

"Could I help Mr Lee?" You quizzed walking toward him and trying to remain as calm as possible. He was alone here, no guards following him, none of his men looking out for him it was just him and it worried you. Was he going to put this place out of business? You hoped not, this was your favourite job ever and you didn't want the cats to have to suffer,

"I'm looking to adopt," He told you without looking at you, instead he was staring into the crate of a sleeping set of kittens. 

"They were abandoned a few nights ago, I found them on my way home." You admitted,

"How could anyone ever abandon something as cute as a cat?" He sighed standing up straight and turning around to face you, you smiled up at him warmly and his breath was completely taken away from him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it as he stared down at you,

"I do have some older cats though, if you'd prefer some older cats." You suggested, pointing behind you at the countless cages that lined the walls all filled with at least one cat.

"Do you care for them all?" He questioned, taking out his phone and making sure he could have everything that needed to be done, done as soon as possible.

"Yep. I do it with the help of my workers, we want to make sure every cat has someone that would love them in their life," You smiled at yourself, it was something you'd stood by for years and always would stand by.

"What if they don't get adopted by a certain time frame?" You knew what he was asking and you hated it, you'd always hated shelters that took that option.

"They stay, as long as they need." You told him plainly, you stared him down waiting for him to ask you what he was trying to ask you properly.

"You don't..." He swallowed nervously, "You don't kill them?" He questioned and you shook your head, there was no way you could ever cause harm to another animal's life.

"I could never." He nods at you, smiling brightly as he thinks about it all.

"I wish I could take them all." He admitted and you instantly let out a giggle before slapping your hand over your mouth.

"What's so funny?" He arched a brow at you, you seemed so relaxed around him which was something he wasn't entirely used to and he was enjoying it.

"I just wouldn't expect someone of your...profession, to be so fond of cats." He eyed you up a little and let out a small chuckle. If there was anything this interaction was teaching him it was that he wanted to spend more time with you,

"There's a lot you don't know about me." 

"I suppose." You shrugged, looking down at the clipboard as you thought about a cat that would be perfect for him. You would have preferred an elder cat go with him rather than kittens, Everyone wanted a kitten but not many people considered caring for older cats.

"Something you could get to know if you really wanted." He told you before your head shot up and you stared at him a little confused as he smirked at you.

"We'll discuss our date once the work is done," He told you before putting his phone away, once he got the confirmation that everything could be done he was ready.

"The work? Our date?" You questioned, completely shocked by both of the things he'd thrown at you.

"I'll take every cat," He said plainly as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What? Where would you keep them all? I need to do some background checks, and house checks to make sure everything is okay for the cats." You told him but he shook his head and smiled warmly at you. He knew he would never pass a house inspection and the only answer was for them to stay here,

"They'll stay here and we'll have to make some changes."

"Changes?" You quizzed, following him as he walked through the small room you were single of.

"Yes, if we're going to let cats live here then we're going to turn this into a cattery. A huge place for them to explore, I can have my contractors here earliest by next week."

"But-" You tried to say something but he was already quick on the ball with it.

"I'll pay for everything."

"That's not what-" You were more worried about whether or not you could stay, or your workers. What did all of this even mean?

"You'll keep your job, anyone you want to stay will stay." He told you before you glared at him, he might have scared everyone else but not you.

"Do you have an answer for everything?" You asked snarkily, placing your hands on your hips,

"I don't have an answer about our date." He told you before you eyed him up,

"I won't date my employer."

"Good, because I'm not the employer. You work at the cattery where I just happen to own all of the cats," He smirked at you making your whole body burn,

"You won't give up...Will you?" He shook his head and you sighed, rolling your eyes before agreeing to the date with him. After all, it was just one date. Right?

CHANGBIN:

You clutched the strap on your bag pressing it against your chest, keeping your head down as you walked under the street lights and in plain view of the stores so that if you went missing, someone would see. You were doing everything right, you didn't have earphones in, and you kept yourself aware of your surroundings without looking anyone in the eyes. Living in a dangerous city you knew every rule that there was to keep yourself safe and you were following it all to the T.

"Hey, pretty lady!" Someone yelled from in front of you but you didn't even acknowledge it, you kept moving and ignored the way he called after you. 

"Don't fucking ignore me! You're not better than me!" He slurred, clearly drunk and that terrified you even more. Drunk men didn't care about anything but themselves,

"Talk to me!" He yelled out, he was quickly gaining on you and you didn't want to run, if you ran it would ensure a chase and the last thing you wanted was to be sprinting and getting tired. So you headed in the direction of a local bar, the one you worked in and you knew you'd be safe there. It might have been owned by one of the scariest men in the city but it was also the safest place for women...well for everyone. Changbin would make sure everyone who worked there or even entered was protected it was one of the things you admired about the man. You were seconds away from reaching the door but none of the bouncers were on duty right now. 

"Don't fucking run away from me!" A hand was clasped around your wrist and you were shoved roughly against the wall, you let out a small high-pitched groan and the man smirked.

"You can't go anywhere now." He told you, leaning down and looking at you as you glared at him. All you had to do was buy some time, you could eventually kick him in the dick and slide into the bar but right now it was a waiting game. Waiting for him to fuck up.

"I suggest you leave her alone before you lose your hand," A voice said from the left of you, your head turned to see Changbin staring at you with a very unimpressed look on his face.

"Leave me and my girlfriend alone," He grumbled but you looked at Changbin with pleading eyes. It was obvious this wasn't your boyfriend,

"Last I checked, Miss Yn here didn't have a boyfriend. In fact, she's due to be on stage in a few minutes." You were a little taken aback. Did he know you? You worked for him sure but that didn't mean he knew the details of your life.

"Who do you think you are?!" The man slurred, and you stared at the side of his head. How did he not know Changbin? That was neither here nor there, you took your opportunity while he was distracted to draw your knee in between his legs as he grunted letting go of you so you sprinted toward Changbin who was smirking at you impressed by you.

"Good move, beautiful." Your body flamed at the compliment coming from Changbin. This was the first time you were officially meeting him, you worked for him but the two of you had never actually spoken until tonight.

"I'll fucking kill you!" The man grunted, standing up straight as he made his way toward you but Changbin grabbed his wrist and within seconds the man's chest was pressed against the wall with his arm pinned between his shoulder blades.

"You owe the lady an apology. You already tested my patience enough tonight." Changbin told him with a small growl in his throat, the thought of someone hurting you drove him wild.

"Fuck. You." The man was released and Changbin let out a cocky smile, looking at you,

"Turn away princess, I don't want you to have to see this." You did as you were told and heard the familiar sound of a gun going off before two men moved to go to Changbin. When it was finally clear for you to turn around Changbin was smiling,

"You have tonight off, let me drive you home." You nodded as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and made his way over to the black bently that was waiting for him.

"I'll come and get you every night from now on. I don't want anything to happen to you," He suggested as you got into the car, your eyes on him as you smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Mr. Seo," You sat down and did up the belt as Changbin smiled at you, he was going to woo you and he didn't care how long it was going to take.

"Call me Changbin, please." You nodded and smiled a little, the two of you heading in the direction of your apartment.

HYUNJIN:

Your hands graced along the paint brushes in front of you, You were trying to find some new painting supplies and the brushes you'd purchased last week weren't good for you. The bristles were falling out and staying on your paintings and you needed something better, which was how you'd ended up in one of the most expensive painting supplies shops in the city. From the moment you walked in you could feel eyes on you and it was making you completely uncomfortable, did they think you were going to try and steal from them or something?

"I recommend these." A voice said as he reached out for a boxed set of brushes, your eyes slowly looked up at him and you let out a small gasp. This man was beautiful, truly, You could barely believe your eyes as you stared at him. Seriously, was this man from a painting? You could have sworn people this beautiful only existed in paintings or fictional works.

"They're by my favourite painter and they're perfect for everything. The bristles have minimal fallout, if any, I've never seen any in my work." He told you as you continued to stare at him with your mouth hanging open a little, it was incredible just to look at him. You must have looked insane to anyone watching you so you quickly snapped from your trance,

"Thanks." You smiled looking at the price tag and your face fell a little, there was no way you'd be able to pay for these today or maybe if ever,

"I think I should look somewhere more in my price range though,  ₩2M is a little out of my sights." You laughed a little awkwardly and he chuckled a little, they were a little bit on the expensive side but they were certainly worth it.

"How about I get them for you?" He suggested making you laugh a little until you realise he was serious about it.

"Why would you do that? I couldn't pay you back."

"You could, by letting me take you to dinner." You were a little shaken up, a man was offering to buy you expensive brushes and take you out to dinner? Where were the cameras? Because you were pretty sure this was some kind of prank.

"That's very sweet but you don't know me, I don't know you." You shrugged at him, you weren't going to accept a date from someone you didn't know.

"I'm Hyunjin, there...Now you know me." He smiled warmly at you as if this was something he did all of the time and maybe it was, but this wasn't your thing. You didn't date random men from paint stores, nor did you accept gifts from them.

"For all you know, I could be some kind of serial killer." You told him making him laugh as he looked at you,

"Oh, I think I'd know about that," After all, he knew everything and everyone who lived in his city. If there was a killer on the loose he would know about it and you certainly didn't look like the type.

"Mr Hwang, your car is ready." Hyunjin nodded and smiled at the worker,

"Thank you. Please make sure my friend's paintbrushes and anything else she touches, or looks at is paid for by me." The women behind the tills nodded and you shook your head, there was no way.

"What? No." You laughed a little but it was clear he wasn't going to take no as an answer to this,

"I'll see you around," He winks at you smirking as he heads out of the small store and you look at the other workers that were glaring in your direction clearly not happy with how that had transpired.

"Do you even know who that was?" It was obvious by her tone that she was annoyed by you,

"N-No." You stuttered, watching as the man got into the back of a car and disappeared from your sight.

"Hwang Hyunjin. Good luck, he's relentless when he sees something he wants." Before you could ask what she meant she was going toward the back of the store while you looked around nervously.

JISUNG:

The storm wasn't supposed to come for hours yet, you thought you had time to quickly head out and get everything you were going to need for the power cut but clearly not. You were practically Olympic sprinting through the streets trying to find somewhere you could hide out from the lightening. You pushed yourself into a bar and the group of men all stood up and stared at you, your eyes scanned over them all as you waited for them to say something,

"S-Sorry." You coughed out, looking at them all as they all had their hands placed on the waistbands of their pants where there were guns sitting, and your eyes widened. What the fuck had you just walked into?

"Stand down. It's clear the girl is cold and wet." A voice said as you looked around at the men who slowly sat back down and their hands removed from their guns.

"Come in, can I get you a hot drink?" Your eyes landed on the man sitting at the head of the table, dressed in a sharp suit and smiling warmly at you. You knew who he was instantly and now you were starting to regret walking into this bar, you should have braved the storm. There was no way you were going to stay with Han Jisung and his men, you knew better than to try and brave out a mafia leader.

"I'll just head out-" Before you could finish your sentence you let out a scream as the thunder boomed above the bar and the lights shut off.

"Someone put the battery generators on. Make her a hot chocolate," Jisung ordered as he made his way over to you, taking your jacket off and handing it to one of his men who left with it.

"You're soaking, we should get you in some warm clothes," You looked at him as he smiled down at you, you knew who he was and you knew he was a man that wasn't meant to be trusted. A man who you'd heard horror stories about and yet he was being so kind and caring toward you right now.

"I'll be okay," You shook your head, you had no idea why he was being so nice to you and you didn't want to stick around and find out.

"Nonsense. Get her some of my clothes!" He snapped at his men and you stared at him as he sat you down in a booth, the two of you pressed close together and he smiled down at you again.

"I'm Jisung, but judging by your hasty attempt at an exit you knew that," You nodded at him and he chuckled a little shaking his head, he hated that you seemed so scared of him. The rumours about him were harsh and hardly any of them were true.

"I'm Yn...I-I heard you didn't like people bothering you so I didn't want to get into trouble." You stuttered out and a hot chocolate was placed in front of you, Jisung took your hands and placed them around the cup trying to warm you up.

"You could never get in trouble with me, drink up." He told you as you smiled a little, relaxing as he sat back in the seat and waited for his men to come with some warmer clothes for you.

"We'll get you dressed nice and warm and we can have another talk," He suggested as you nodded, thanking him for the drink in front of you and trying not to get too nervous about him or the storm that was still happening.

FELIX:

Your eyes scanned around the room as you tried to figure out why you'd been called into the office of your CEO and why you were left alone without someone watching you. All you knew was that there was a very huge man waiting at your desk this morning asking for you to follow him and now you were inside of the CEO's office bouncing your leg nervously. There was no escape, Goliath was manning the door from outside and even if you somehow got passed him there were over 50 flights of stairs to get down.

"Ah! Miss YLN, lovely to see you." Your eyes landed on your boss who had a giant smile on his face and it made you more nervous. You did everything within your power to stay hidden inside of your job, you did everything mediocre so there was no chance of getting noticed, no chance of being seen and brought up to the office. Clearly, that plan had failed you.

"Mr Russo, it's nice to see you. But, could I please ask why I'm here?" You swallowed the lump in your throat but before Dante Russo could answer you the door opened and shut again,

"Good luck," Dante whispered before practically sprinting out of the room and leaving you alone with the man who had just walked in and you knew exactly why you were there.

"Yn, I've heard a lot about you," Felix said as he smiled at you, your whole body was suddenly burning as you stared at him.

"Mr Lee." You said as you got up from the chair and shuffled your back toward the desk. If you weren't nervous before you certainly were now and with good reason. Last week you broke into Felix's bank account and you thought you'd done it successfully and undetected but you were wrong.

"Don't look so scared. I just want to talk to you." He suggested as he walked around the desk and took a seat in your boss's chair, you were quick to sit back down and watch him. Maybe it was possible he didn't know about the money. There was so much of it in the account you could be sure he wouldn't know the exact amount anyway,

"What can I do for you?" You quizzed as he looked at you, smirking a little. He enjoyed that you were trying your best to stay confident given the situation,

"What did you do with the money? I assume you didn't keep it since you still work here," Your breath caught in your throat and you eyed him up. He looked back at you, giving you no indication that he was angry or even annoyed at you for it and there was no use lying to him.

"I gave it to people more in need of it." You shrugged trying to play it off as though your heart wasn't ready to leap from your chest and run away.

"Hmm, smart." He smiled a little and let out a small sigh, something had to be done but he wasn't here to punish you. Far from it, he knew that the hacking into his system was easy and you'd been one of the best hackers so far. Hardly left a trace, the only reason you were even caught was because of the pattern of hacking, Every hacker had a signature and yours was all over his bank account.

"I don't regret it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, your security system sucks." If you were going to get killed for breaking in you were at least going to tell him the truth.

"Which is why I'm hiring you to fix it." He said plainly,

"And another thing- What?" You stared at him completely dumbfounded and he let out a laugh,

"You're one of the best, I want to get you to fix it. Fix every computer issue I have and we'll forgive this little...impass." He told you as your mouth fell open a little.

"Work for you?" You weren't sure if this was some kind of trap to lure you into a false sense of security so he could kill you or not.

"You'll be handsomely paid." He shrugged but you were still a little confused as to why he would hire someone that stole from him.

"You're offering me a job? I thought you'd kill me."

"You took less than most would have and not for selfish reasons...I'll hire you, but if anything else goes missing I won't be so lenient. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir." You nodded as his smile grew larger, it was going to be a pleasure doing business with you.

"Perfect, let's head to my car then," He smiled as he waited for you to stand and leave with him.

SEUNGMIN:

"Everyone out!" Someone bellowed before a gunshot sounded making people scream out. You clutched onto the dress you'd been trying on inside of the changing room and slid down the wall. What the fuck was going on?

"Now!" Another voice screamed, you grabbed your bag trying to search through it for your phone when the curtain was pulled back and a gun was aimed at you. Your phone dropped to the floor, shattering instantly as you bit down on your lip,

"Didn't you hear me? Out!" You looked at the man who continued to aim a gun at you, there was no way you could leave. The dress wasn't done up meaning your back was bare for everyone and if you tried to go outside there was a chance your breasts would be out for anyone to see.

"I'm barely dressed, p-please...Just let me get changed." You hated that you were begging but you weren't about to walk into the streets in a dress that wasn't done up and showed off your cleavage. 

"No." He grumbled at you before a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"John!" A voice screamed from behind the man in front of you,

"Allow the lady to get dressed." Your eyes looked behind the giant man in front of you to see Kim Seungmin standing there. You'd heard stories about him, but you'd never seen him in person.

"Are you okay? Did he scare you?" He questioned, pushing the man out of the way and holding out a hand for you to take, you carefully took it and stood up. Your eyes stared into Seungmins as you tried to find the words to speak but you couldn't, you were too stunned by how handsome he was. The photos didn't do him any justice.

"Miss?" He questioned again once he realised you hadn't answered him.

"O-Oh...I'm okay," You stuttered looking down at the floor, kicking yourself for looking like a fool in front of him.

"You look very beautiful. Did you finish trying the dress on before you were interrupted?" Your eyes met with his once more and you shook your head,

"Spin for me," He spoke softly and you nodded, holding the fabric tightly against your chest as you turned around. One of Seungmin's hands came to rest on your hip while the other did the zip on the back of the dress until it was completely secure. Your whole body tingled and you could have sworn every hair on your body stood to attention as you caught his gaze in the mirror.

"It's stunning, this colour suits your skin tone beautifully." He told you as you nodded at him a little shy about what to say in response to him, 

"Where will you be wearing this?" He quizzed, interested to know if it was a date you were preparing for or if he had a chance to take you out on it himself.

"Erm...I have a charity event I'm attending this week." He nods at you,

"Perfect, you'll be the most beautiful woman there." He told you before looking at the cashier,

"I'll be buying this for the young lady and anything else she'd tried on before."

"But-" You couldn't protest him as he smiled, holding your hand in his.

"Please, it's my way of saying sorry for our rude interruption. There was no need for my men to burst inside," You nodded at him and he ran his hand over your cheek a little.

"Save me a dance at the event," He whispered before leaving you staring at the place where he had once been standing, your mouth falling open again as you thought about it all.

JEONGIN: 

"This is outrageous! I demand to know who thinks they can just walk in here and buy this place right from under me!" You slammed your hands on your desk and stared at the two brutes who had walked into your office carrying three briefcases and telling you that they were buying you out.

"Our boss would like to remain private." The shortest one said as you smirked cockily at him, There was no way you were going to lose this place. You weren't in any money troubles, the hotel was doing better than you could have expected it to after you bought it from your uncle.

"And I like to have my hotel remain in my ownership. Either you bring your pussy of a boss in here or you leave with bullet holes in your head." You took the gun from your top drawer and placed it on the desk to let them know that you were serious. You weren't a killer, but it was always nice to put on a front to anyone who thought that they could mess with you.

"I'm not a pussy, they just like to screen my business opportunities before I come in." Your eyes landed on the man standing in the doorway and you instantly regretted getting the gun out. Yang Jeongin. Never in a million years did you think he would be standing in your office.

"Mr Yang." You didn't let yourself stutter, you weren't going to show weakness in front of him.

"Out. Both of you." He snapped as the two men left the room leaving you and Jeongin alone, he made his way over to your mini bar and poured himself a drink,

"Your hotel is lovely and what my two men didn't explain is that I won't be buying it out from under you. I want to go into business with you," You eyed him up, why would someone who owns half of the city want your hotel. It was a skipping stone in his ocean,

"This place isn't worth that much. It's nothing."

"Ah, but it's everything. It's my favourite place to stay," You looked at him, you'd never have him stay with you. You would have known about it since you checked almost every standing account that you have on record. The only time you knew Jeongin had stayed was years and years ago,

"My father stayed when your uncle owned this, I remember playing in the foyer as a child. If I recall I played with a lovely young lady too and we were the best of friends."

"You remember that?" You were a little stunned. You hadn't expected him to remember someone as small on the scale as you. The two of you had been allowed to play together since his father stayed so often and you always hung out together since you were always here.

"I remember everything," He sat down in the chair that was in front of your desk and smiled.

"Now I would be happy to negotiate the price and details with you." He told you as he relaxed in the seat, taking a sip of the bourbon he'd poured for himself.

"Lovely, let's start." You took out a pen and a pad of paper ready to hash this all out with him but he chuckled and shook his head. He wasn't going to do business here, he wanted to wine and dine you first. 

"Over dinner. Let me take you out."

"Jeognin." You rolled your eyes, ever since you were kids he'd had a crush on you and it was obvious it had stayed with him growing up.

"I do business better with food." You sighed at him but nodded your head, you knew he would only continue to ask until you agreed and free food was harmless.

"Fine. I'm free tonight. You can pick me up from here."

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✧ ˚. you're not my bias!

skz finding out they're not your bias

pairing: skz ot8 x reader warnings: uhhh felix's is a little suggestive? idk its nothing crazy (also dk why it's always HIS that's suggestive LMAO), skz being petty (lightheartedly), mentions of divorce, bang chan uses a wolf meme notes: this prompt always makes me giggle, so i thought i'd try my hand at it ! should i open a general taglist for all of my works? idk if anybody would be interested, i'm just spitballing. anyways, feedback is always appreciated, i hope you enjoy! :) by the way! i have an smau series i'm currently working on ;) if you're interested, you can find it here!

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#!bang chan + lee know

#!changbin + hyunjin

#!han + felix

#!seungmin + i.n

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ੈ✩‧➛ bff!skz asking you out over texts

genre: crack, fluff

an : I was running on 2 hours of sleep so please ignore any typos you may find :')

tags : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @laylasbunbunny (send an ask to be added/removed)

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Full House.

pairing. OT8 x gn!afab!reader synopsis. Your life since your parents died has been mundane, your routine never changing. It wasn't that you hated your day to day schedule but you had to admit that there was something missing, an empty void in your heart. So when you come across a pretty white ferret your life suddenly become a lot more interesting.

genres. written series. hybrid!skz, human!reader, kinda coffee shop!au, so much fluff, lots of domestic fluff, light angst, romance, eventual smut, honestly a fast burn

cw/tags. member x member relationships, polyamory/polycule, smut!, referenced abusive past owners, wolf!bangchan, cat!minho, bunny!changbin, ferret!hyunjin, squirrel!han, cat!felix, puppy!seungmin, fox!jeongin,

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chapter one |

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(230903) JISUNG / DON'T SAY

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skz texts | meeting the family

notes: i've been away for way too long but im back now!!! im still getting back in the groove so this isn't my fave text post i've ever done but i love the thought of meeting their families and how that dynamic would be. i have a few requests im working on but feel free to send me more i'm always down for your suggestions! xoxo gossip girli

WARNINGS: slight suggestiveness, some swearing, thats it i think but please message me if i need to put anything else!!

BANG CHAN

LEE MINHO

SEO CHANGBIN

HWANG HYUNJIN

HAN JISUNG

LEE FELIX

KIM SEUNGMIN

YANG JEONGIN

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would you dance with me?

SUMMARY; in the middle of the party, you are the one hansol is looking for.

FEATURING; chwe hansol x fem!reader

GENRE; fluff, comfort, a lil' bit angst, non-idol au, meet cute, strangers to lovers, and this fic also feels like hmm, modern royalty (?) basically just like how high-class people throw a party.

WORD COUNT; 3.3 K

WARNINGS; mentions of insecurities, flaws, anxiety, and the reader isn't confident with herself, suggestive

NOTES FROM KALA; just imagine this fine man asks you to dance with him..

Your eyes stare straight into the brilliant mirror, clean of any stains and dust. Your body stands rigid, feeling every strap of the dress you're wearing being pulled by your maids- meant to tighten, to make your waist look slim. Your chest is tight because your mother told you to wear a special corset for the dress- she said it would make your breasts look better. Yet you don't feel any difference.

Tonight is your grandmother's 70th birthday. You even wonder at the prospect of living such a long life with endless wealth. It's not that you wish for her to die soon, no. But it's tiring to come to your grandmother's birthday party that is celebrated every year. It's not that your grandmother is bad or that she likes to talk bad about you with her friends, it's not.

It's because you know that whether or not you're at the party doesn't affect your grandmother's happiness.

You realize you're not beautiful.

You're not as pretty as your cousins and that's what makes you insecure. Even though your mom says you're beautiful as long as you take care of yourself, it's hard to accept that kind of opinion- or even praise, as it turns out. You're the one who feels that you're not pretty enough, even though other people say you are, you don't believe it. Back to you again, deep down inside you feel less beautiful and not worthy to come to a lively party filled with prestigious people, conglomerates, with their gorgeous faces. As a result, you are always alone in the corner of the ballroom. There is never, ever a gentleman to ask you to dance with him.

You don't feel that you're pathetic, though. You enjoy watching people dance with their respective partners. Embracing each other, stepping together, dancing the waltz gracefully with their eyes fixed on each other. Though you have to admit, sometimes you get lonely watching it all. How exciting it would be if there was a guy who would waste his precious time just to dance with you.

Your grandmother also prefers to talk about tea parties, new dresses by famous designers, and the most expensive wine to sip on the night of her birthday party with your other cousins. Your grandmother always said that she loved all her grandchildren equally. But it's you who feels it. And well, what you feel is different from her perspective. She laughs with your other cousins, stroking their chins and complimenting them on how pretty they are, while with you, she laughs at your stupid antics, calling you her most different grandchild. Her odd grandchild.

Like the dimmest star in the night sky.

"Please do not move too much, Miss." said one of your maids when you're squirming too much because the way she fastens the straps of your dress around your waist is too tight as if you are forbidden to run away from the party and you are sure if you insist on running away from the party, your breath would be taken away because your dress seems to be strangling the wearer's body.

Your mother, on the other hand, folds her arms across her chest, smiling with satisfaction as she sees her daughter looking beautiful with her makeup done. "You look beautiful, darling." she praises.

You exhale roughly, blowing the air upwards so that the stray hair covering your face is blown away, moving gently. "It's because of the make-up, mother."

"Well you're still beautiful, y/n. As long as you're confident."

"The problem is I don't feel confident."

Your mother waves her hand as if to say, 'enough, cut the crap I don't want to argue tonight.'

"Mother, can I not come-"

"Talk one more time and I'll make sure you don't get your evening snack again, y/n."

"Oh come on," you complain. Rolling your eyes in aversion. Your mom isn't too concerned about you being alone again tonight, just like at the previous parties.

One of the maids who has been adjusting the lace of your dress starts to put the 5cm heels on your feet. Her movements are gentle, that maid is indeed a trusted one, having served you since childhood. "Does it hurt, miss?" she asks. "Because I know your shoe size differs by one centimeter depending on the shoe brand. Does this one feel tight?"

You smile, returning the gaze of your maid who now looks up to gaze at you. "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel uncomfortably tight. Thank you for always looking out for my comfort."

The 40-year-old maid chuckles. "It's my job, miss. I'll be sad if you feel your feet hurting at the party. Because today your grandmother's birthday party is more festive than ever, she is entering her seventh decade! Can you imagine that?! She is blessed with a long life." Your maid sets the shoe on your bare left foot, slowly. "Therefore, I want you to be able to comfortably dance with a gentleman at this party, miss."

You are stunned. Swallowing your saliva, you are not sure if there is a gentleman who wants to dance with you even though your loved ones say you look as beautiful and perfect as a royal princess wearing a baby blue ball gown with white lace at the bottom and glittering white high heels.

Your maid strokes your shoulder gently, smiling in a way that you don't know how to define. But it's a warm smile.

"Trust me, miss. Tonight, there will be a man that will ask you to dance."

Arriving at the hotel where your grandmother's birthday is being celebrated, you are amazed by all the decorations. That's right, this time the party is more festive. Even at the parking lot, you can see many limousines lined up, neat and shiny like they have just been delivered from the car showroom.

Your mother gets out of the car first, handing the guard an invitation printed in gold as a sign of vvip member which means, part of your grandmother's family. You follow your mother behind, awkward enough as you are in the middle of the crowd now.

"Head up, darling. Don't keep your head down. Look around, try to greet whoever it is. And oh, don't forget to keep smiling!"

"Yes, mother. You said it so many times that I memorized it."

"Already memorized but not doing as I told you."

You remain silent, replying to your mother's words with a heavy sigh. Then you slowly walk the red velvet carpeted stairs that lead to the ballroom. Once inside, you are amazed again. There are glittering chandeliers, and cakes as tall as five meters, or even more. Gilded tables full of people eating cake and drinking wine, chocolate fondue, sweets, and of course, your grandmother's 70th birthday photo shoot displayed near the golden chair she's sitting on now. Your grandmother looks like she's on a throne. Her bleached hair is pulled up into a high bun, with a crown of pearls holding her long hair back. She wore a bright red dress, successfully capturing the attention of the man who seemed to be the same age as her, older to be more precise.

Your mother approaches your grandmother, carrying a large silver gift box with a black ribbon on it. They talked for a while, then when your grandmother finally turned to you, her face lit up.

"Hello, darling!" she greets you. "You look stunning tonight. I almost didn't even recognize you."

"Grandma, you're overreacting. It's all just because I'm wearing makeup."

"What's wrong with wearing makeup? As long as it makes you more beautiful then there's nothing wrong with it, right?"

You just shrugged your shoulders. Then your hand picks up a glass of wine brought by the waiter who is going back and forth while carrying a tray with many glasses on it.

"Grandma, happy 70th birthday. I hope you become more beautiful and always be healthy. Now, can I go home?"

Your mother glares, pinching your arm unseen by your grandmother which successfully makes you scowl.

"So you think I'm going to let you go home after that insincere birthday wish?" your grandmother shakes her head in disagreement. "Unfortunately, you can't go home as soon as usual. My friend's grandson wants to meet you tonight."

Huh?

You blink, your brows furrowed. Astonished by your grandmother's words. "Who?"

And your grandmother just flashed a smirk. "Ah, you'll find out later."

Then your grandmother claps her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her figure. She opens her birthday party with a short speech, ending with a toast. Everyone raises their glasses high, so you just do what they do even though it's awkward because there are more adult people at this party, mostly 35 years old and above. Well, they're all your grandmother's colleagues who come just because they don't want their relationship with her to suffer just because they didn't come to wish her a happy birthday and insincere wishes like your grandmother said just now. Their faces flash smiles with fake friendliness and somehow, you're sick of this kind of atmosphere. It's boring, full of two-faced people with tricks up their sleeves.

You quietly walk to the corner of the ballroom. Can't stand the pain of wearing heels. You aren't used to wearing them. You aren't used to wearing dresses, using makeup, or acting like a civilized princess, you just can't do it. You also feel dizzy because of how tight your bun is.

So when you reach the corner of the ballroom even though can't hide your 'had enough' expression because the entire ballroom is lit by chandeliers light, you take off your heels. Lifting your dress unconcernedly, you gently massage your calves that are starting to ache while your left-hand carries your pair of white heels. You've only been standing for a few minutes, but the soreness in your feet when wearing heels is more powerful than usual.

"Excuse me, miss. You shouldn't have lifted your dress like that," a man from nowhere, with gelled black hair, comes up to you and kneels in front of you to take down your dress that has been lifted to your knees.

You are surprised, of course. Especially because he kneeling in front of you like that. He could have managed to get a view of your panties- damn, this must be just one of those jerks pretending to be a gentleman.

"Stay away from me!" you say harshly, your foot moving to kick his wrist. "Don't pretend to be nice. I know you have devious intentions of peeking inside-"

"Wait, wait, pardon? Peek at what? I can't even see what's in there because your dress is covered in layers of lace skirts, miss." the man finally looked up, staring at you. Smiling, not looking angry even though you just kicked his wrist. You can stupidly feel your cheeks heating up just from looking at his handsome face and captivating brown eyes. "Does your leg hurt that bad, miss? Your face is flushed. Want me to help?"

Dumbass. You should control your heart beat now, that is unfortunately becoming faster and more noisy. You are worried he will be able to hear your heart racing.

Calm yourself down.

Do not fall for the beauty of a someone's face.

"I don't need your help, sir. Just mind your own business."

"Sir?" he laughs. "Just call me Hansol, y/n."

How does he know your name?

"I'm sorry but have we met before?"

He shakes his head. "This is the first time I have approached you just because, a young lady like you lifted her dress up to her knees without thinking further about her action."

You wave your hand, a habit that you got from your mother whenever you feel like you do not want to hear more about the topic you don't like to be involved with, "Okay? I said, just mind your own business, Hansol." maybe he knows your name from your grandmother or perhaps, this man is the grandson of your grandmother's friend?

His smile grows even wider as if he likes the way your tongue pronounces his name. "But you are the business itself. Came here because of you, miss."

Your head tilts to the side a little, "What do you mean?"

"You don't have a partner to dance?"

You shrugged. "Is that even important?"

"So it's a no?" he guessed it right. You never had a partner to dance. Not even just for one night.

"Yes, I don't have a partner to dance and why is that?"

"Then would you dance with me?"

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed. But your stomach certainly feels tingly, like a butterfly's wings are fluttering. Your heart beats faster. This is the first time you've heard such a request. The first time a man has asked you to dance with him.

"Wait. But why?"

This time, it is Hansol who looks confused. "Does there have to be a reason to dance with you? If so, then I would say, because I don't have a dance partner."

Oh.

So he's just an ordinary guy who doesn't have a dance partner, so he asked you to dance? Okay, you don't have to feel special then. But, is it possible? How come there's no one asks a good-looking and educated man like Hansol to dance?

"There are other women you can dance with, Hansol. You don't deserve a dance partner like me."

"Why are you talking like that? Why are you judging yourself when others can see the potential in you?"

You chuckle. "What potential? Hansol, I don't even look attractive. Like you said earlier, I don't think much before I do something. I even go barefoot now because I'm uncomfortable wearing heels."

"Then? I fail to see any problems with your appearance now." Hansol then smiles again. It is such a beautiful smile that you can see the wrinkles at the end of his eyes. Wow, he is the definition of a gorgeous man, looks to have a lot of money, an influential position, and is well-educated. Dangerous. At this moment, you think you will fall in love at first meeting.

"You look like a dream come true in my eyes."

Your face turns red. It's hot. You can feel your cheeks heating up to your ears. Who exactly is this guy? Hey, he caught you off-guard!

"What are you talking about, Hansol?"

"The waltz is about to start, you'd better agree to my offer."

"If I don't?"

Hansol chuckled. "Well, I've asked you anyway. I think I'm just going to pull you into the center of the ballroom."

"What? Wait-!"

Before you realize that Hansol's hand is gently tugging on your wrist, he has already led you to the middle of the ballroom. To the dance floor, to be more precise. "Hansol, but I'm not good at dancing!" you protest to him.

"That's okay, you can follow my footsteps, then."

"Hansol, I-" your gaze meets your grandmother's. And she just smiles at the sight of her odd and most different granddaughter finally being seen with a man to dance at her birthday party.

Then, the waltz music started. Your other cousins are already around you with their respective partners. They smile at you, happy that you are finally participating in the dance after all the parties your grandmother has organized.

"Hansol-"

"It's already started, y/n." he says. "Hold my hand, and put your other hand on my arm."

You finally obey Hansol's words as the waltz has started. Your body is a little stiff because you are nervous about the attention of the people around you. But Hansol succeeded in calming you down with his smile. His other hand is on your back while your right hand intertwines with his You can feel how smooth and warm his hand is.

"Watch my steps carefully," he whispers. You start with a basic waltz box step, and you slowly follow his footsteps, unconsciously keeping your face down.

"Keep your head up, y/n. Follow my footsteps without actually looking at my feet."

You look up at him. Feeling a strange feeling as your gazes met. Your heart is beating fast now as if your chest could rip apart because of it. Your eyes glance around so you don't meet his eyes because you feel nervous.

"Eyes on me, young lady." Hansol reprimands.

You nervously return his gaze. But Hansol's gaze slowly lowers from staring at your eyes to your lips, certainly making you think of something else that manages to make your cheeks feel even hotter.

"You're doing great. Follow my count, okay? One, two, three... one, two, three. That's right," he compliments. You follow the count and Hansol's footsteps, matching the music.

"You're flushed." Hansol chuckles softly, lowering his voice as much as possible to not be heard by others because the ballroom situation is now really solemn. Everyone is dancing gracefully with their partners and if there are people who aren't dancing, they're watching with genuine smiles on their faces.

"Oh, shut up, Hansol."

The man notices the look on your face change. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"I- I just feel... I don't deserve to dance with you, Hansol. There are many more beautiful women-"

"But I just want to dance with you," Hansol answers back with a definite intonation. His gaze implies sincerity in his words. "Stop talking like that, y/n. You are beautiful. You're beautiful inside and out and I like that."

"How can you say that? You sound like you've known me for a long time, Hansol." You laugh, finally revealing your genuine smile to him. And that makes Hansol stunned because god, to him your smile is so lovely and charming.

"Because I... have liked you for a long time but didn't have the courage to say it. I've only been watching you from afar, y/n."

You remain silent. Feeling surprised. Your eyes widen, looking at Hansol to see if he meant what he just said. But seeing Hansol's attitude who immediately looks away with reddened ears, it seems like he meant what he said to you.

"I... I like you, y/n. So stop judging yourself because really, you are enough. I'm sad if you feel less beautiful than other women. You have no idea how beautiful you are in my eyes."

With his gentle attitude and words that sound so sincere,

Oh, y/n.

You fall in love with him.

Falling for the man you just met because of his sincerity towards you. Falling for the first man who asked you to dance.

It makes you remember what your grandmother told you when you were little, "Keep dancing even if you're alone, darling. Keep dancing until you find your partner to dance with,"

And you found him.

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#comets: queue #moots #seventeen imagines #coincidentally this man happens to be my svt bias #to read #fic recs

[straystars-and-planets]

music when the moon rises

music major!Bang Chan x music major!reader (part 1)

CC (Campus Couple): [acronym] a couple who attends the same university.

Synopsis: Chan is well known, both on campus and within the music school: genius producer, member campus rap group 3RACHA, a fantastic vocalist, and somehow friends with someone from every department/major (and handsome with the cutest dimpled smile, not that you were looking). What happens when you happen to run into him after a late night practice session?

a/n: hi this is my first work I'm posting for skz (and k-pop in general) Just trying to give everyone a taste of my writing style, I have more installments for all the members in this campus couple series coming up + a few more wips for later!

wc: 1.68k (oops) of bang chan hcs (because I can)

tags: non-idol!au, college/university au, domestic fluff, fluff, sleep deprivation/staying up super late (sleep is important everyone!!!)

cw: implied fem!reader, mentions of anxiety/stress relating to school/grades, cursing/swear words (both reader and chan use curses liberally + let chan say f*ck)

masterlist | series masterlist | taglist form | part 2 (coming soon!)

💜 reblogs are appreciated + constructive feedback welcome 💜

Virtually everyone on campus has at least heard of Chan. Musical wunderkind, has seemingly performed in every ensemble (orchestra, choir, band, jazz, chamber music, you name it, he’s probably played in it).

Also part of the iconic rap trio 3RACHA, any time there is a concert on campus they’re either one of the main acts or opening for a guest artist.

Chan has also individually released a few mixtapes SoundCloud, is very excited because he now has an EP on Spotify too! Some of his songs have made their way onto party playlists. Needless to say, this man is everywhere and seems to know everyone and anyone on campus.

You’ve bumped into Chan a few times, either in classes or in the hallways between rehearsals. He sometimes flashes you a friendly smile whenever he sees you in passing, but other than a few “hi’s” and “hello’s” the two of you haven’t spoken much. 

It’s a few weeks into fall semester and you are already irritated with the lack of practice space. Your dorm has zero (if not negative) sound insulation so you can’t really use it to practice your instrument.

Unfortunately there are only a few practice rooms available on campus, and no matter what time of day they all seemed to be occupied, either by another musician or adventurous couples who use them for “duet rehearsal” (a/n: iykyk - yes I have unfortunately witnessed the latter)

You get a brilliant idea at midnight after a late night study session in the music library. You’re already in the music building, and you have card access to the department. Surely no one is using the practice rooms at this time.

Your sleep deprived speculations prove to be true and you almost cry as the first room in the hall is unoccupied. You notice one of the production studios across the hall has its door closed but chalk it up to someone forgetting to leave it open on the way out.

Once you’re settled you begin warming up, letting the tones of scales and arpeggios sing through the space. It’s the first time you’ve been able to have quiet and uninterrupted practice (thankfully your roommate had been understanding about you needing to practice in the dorm, but you still tended to play quietly/half-heartedly to avoid any noise complaints).

After a rough run through of the piece you’re currently working on, you start picking through the score measure by measure. Totally immersed in the music in front of you, you don’t notice the door to the production studio creak open, nor do you notice the head of disheveled curls that appears in the window of the practice room. 

A sudden knock on the door startles you out of your zone, and you can’t help but let out a shriek and throw your score at the window. When the folder falls to the ground you’re met by the sight of a surprised Chan, mouth open and ears turning a little red.

To this day Chan swears he wasn’t intending to scare the living daylights out of you, it’s just the way you played was so beautiful and enchanting and he just had to know who was playing it (and then beg them to record some samples for a future/secret project pretty please and thank you 🥺)

After your first THRILLING encounter you keep bumping into Chan everywhere. At music department events/socials, and around campus (particularly the cafe/coffee shop).

You also run into him more in classes (or at least start noticing him more). He’s a guest performer for the experimental piece the orchestra is performing, or subbing for the pianist who was sick during orchestra rehearsal. During breaks you banter with him (he asks whether you’re planning on being in the building late, you tease him for his insomniac habits)

Slowly, over the course of fall semester he develops a soft spot for you. Definitely very fond of you, and at first is in total denial, thinks he is just doing this because he’s trying to be a good upperclassman/mentor for you.

(Meanwhile all his friends, especially Jisung and Changbin, are losing their everloving minds trying to convince Chan that he’s falling for the ‘cute late night girl’)

Probably has an epiphany that he’s basically in love with you while sitting in the audience for one of your concerts (one of the fewe that he’s not performing in). Like yeah, he definitely goes to his friends’ performances/showcases to support, but not all of them. (Damnit, Jisung was right to tease Chan about planning to go to all of your performances that he has time for.)

Then you come on stage for your concerto and he is absolutely entranced. Blushes when you seem to make eye contact with him after bows. Probably red cheeks & ears he is SO glad he wore his beanie today. Plus he thinks you look stunning in the dress you chose, the navy blue fabric makes you look so beautiful and elegant. He loves that it has a bit of your personality with the asymmetrical design and subtle lace appliques.

Now that he is FINALLY aware of his (massive) crush on you he’s going to try to be subtle and show you more affection/flirt more. Tries to subtly woo you by bringing you late night snacks, or inviting you to hang out before practice/rehearsals.

Chan is pretty much a blushing mess anytime he spends one-on-one time with you. Occasionally attempts to use cheesy pick up lines but plays them off as jokes because he is a SHY and nervous boy doing his best to flirt. Probably ends up laughing at most (if not all) of the lines he tries on you.

Thankfully you also find this funny (and cute) so you indulge him. Though occasionally when there’s a particularly sweet/cheesy pick up line you can feel your cheeks tingle and you get uncharacteristically giggly while your heart flutters in your chest.

Sometimes hangouts are just you and him, other times they’re with his friends. You slowly get to know other people. Meanwhile his friends are trying to send Chan to an early grave by not subtly hinting at his crush (aka. one time Felix tries to straight up tell you "Channie-hyung is in love with you," but thankfully Chan was able to smack a hand over Felix’s mouth in time).

Multiple death glares towards his so-called friends now menaces behind your back + creative sign language indicating he may strangle them later

After you start dating, Chan admits that he has tackled Jisung, Changbin and Minho as a last resort to get them to shut the fuck up before they can blurt out “By the way Chan wants to date you” or something else that would cause him to have a quote: " heart attack before the age of 30." His words not Y/N's Chan this is why Seungmin calls you old

At this point you’ve picked up on Chan’s attempts to flirt with you, so you start trying to flirt back. Searching up pick up lines to try on him, reminding him to get sleep/rest, bringing food to his studio if you happen to be free. Of course, Chan is a little a lot dense so he keeps thinking you’re just doing this as a good friend. 

By the end of the semester everyone thinks you and Chan are dating since you two have continued to banter/flirt in public at all hours of the day and night. Jisung and Felix stage an “intervention” by inviting you to coffee where they beg you to please ask Chan out because he won’t shut up about his pining for you at home (pretty please he likes you so much 💖)

You end up heeding their advice (read: Felix and Jisung continued to pester you about it in person and via. text) right before winter break. Chan was hanging out with you backstage before your final recital/evaluation when you just casually asked, “Hey, do you want to get dinner with me tonight?”

This poor man is so shocked, he almost spews water all over your beautiful recital outfit. Thankfully he has the reflexes to turn away before he ruins your dress. Honestly you have to pound his back a few times just to make sure all the water is out of his windpipe.

He’ll agree to the dinner. Leaves the dressing room so you can properly warm up + get to your place in time. Probably about 15 minutes before the show starts he realizes, oh shit, did she mean like a date????? SPRINTS to the nearest grocery store so he can buy flowers, makes it just in time to slide into the seat as the concertmaster plays the tuning note. 

Definitely looks very disheveled waiting for you in the lobby. His curls are all over the place and he didn’t wear his beanie tonight to fit with the formal vibe of the concert (CURLY CHAN SUPREMACY). Pretty much shoves the bouquet in your face before realizing he didn’t actually confirm that this was a date. 

“This is a date right?” he asks, looking a little sheepish. Without the beanie you can see the way his ears turn red and his dimples start showing when he gives you an embarrassed smile. Of course you nod in agreement and giggle when Chan wraps you in the warmest hug ever and jumps around while also congratulating you on a great performance. Chan gives the best hugs you can fight the wall

Your first date ends up being at this hole-in-the-wall chicken place that Chan found back in his first year. Imagine the two of you eating fried chicken at 11 PM dressed in super formal clothing because you decided to go there straight from the performance venue.

Spend the rest of the time before winter break starts pretty much attached to the hip with each other. As music/performance majors most of your final assignments are due before or very early during finals week, so you’re able to relax and take the time to spend quality time with each other. 

Wine night where you both improv on different instruments/vocals and create a joke song about how much you hate spicy food, specifically how Buldak ramen is a crime against tastebuds

Definitely miss him over the winter holidays, you are glued to your phone whenever you have the time, texting/calling him, sending him pictures and selfies. He’s not much better, sending you pictures of Christmas in Australia with his family (INCLUDING BERRY!)

©@straystars-and-planets 2023. do not copy, translate or repost my work.

#comets: queue #self rb

[straystars-and-planets]

Let’s make a movie

[Truth or dare Series]

Series masterlist

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Pairing : OT8 x gn!afab reader

Genre: College!AU

WC: 5.5k (5,538)

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CW: Alcohol, Normalization of getting really drunk, suggestive conversation, Open conversations about Sex, Touching and teasing, Semi-public at first, Making out, Pet-names (Doll, Angel), Oral (f receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected sex (WRAP B4 YOU TAP!), Sex with no strings attached, Dirty talk, Sex while tipsy, begging, Recording during sex.

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A/N: Wrote this arnd 2 am and started switching from Leeknow to Minho halfway thru cause I was sleepy lol

You were woken up by the rays of sunlight hitting your face, causing you to wince and turn around a bit before slowly sitting up. You felt a presence next to you and realized it was Seungmin, who was fast asleep next to you, hugging his body pillow closely. You smiled to yourself at the scene and stretched before deciding to get up.

You wrapped a spare blanket around yourself and waddled your way downstairs. To be honest, you were expecting the downstairs area to be a complete mess, but to your surprise it was actually way more tidy than you had thought. The decorations were finally put away, and the only thing left out was the board game you were to play later. You were honestly impressed at how well clean it looked, and if the board game weren’t there then it would’ve looked as if you guys didn’t party at all.

You continued your way around until you smelled the cooking of food, and so you waddled into the kitchen, where you saw Chan and Lee Know making breakfast.

“Good Morning, Sleepyhead.” Chan says with a soft smile.

“Morning Chan, Morning Lee.” You say with a small yawn.

“Morrningg Y/N.” Lee Know says, going over to hug you before getting back to his cooking.

Before he pulled away, he gave you a peck on the forehead.

You grew flustered at the sudden action and began to avoid eye contact with the two, causing Lee Know to chuckle.

“No need to get shy on me, we’re all cool.” Lee know says with a smile, and you give him one back in return.

“Gotta say, it was pretty hot.” He adds and you throw a paper towel at him in response, causing Chan to laugh at you guys’ bickering.

Even though it wasn’t anything serious, you still couldn’t get the kiss from your head. The way he kissed you back made it seem like he was way more into you than you thought. Maybe it would be easy to snag a kiss from everyone here, Maybe even more … but you weren’t going to push your luck that far.

Slowly, everyone emerged from where they were, sleepily dragging themselves to either the kitchen or back into the livingroom. Jeongin came up to you, patting your head and staring at you.

“You alright? You took a serious tumble yesterday.” He says, going into your blanket and wrapping his arms around you to engulf you into a hug.

You chuckle out of embarrassment and wrap your arms around him in return,

“I’m alright, I had almost forgotten about that.” You say.

Jeongin giggles and stayed in the hugging position with you for a long time, everyone else coming up to you guys and chatting. Once Leeknow and Chan were done cooking, they plated everything and brought all of the food to the living room, you and Jeongin waddling that way together and sitting down next to each other.

Felix flipped through the TV until you all found a show you wanted to watch, and so you all began to eat once you were satisfied with the choice.

And that was how your morning started, hanging out with all of your friends and relaxing before a night you had no idea what you’d be in store for. You all chatted and even laughed about the events that had occurred the night before, Chan constantly reminding you about the fact you had fallen over. You were embarrassed at the fact, but you weren’t as embarrassed as you were until the kiss with Lee know was brought up.

“I think it’s safe to say that Lee Know has the hots for Y/N, Hm?” Chan says as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Lee know chuckled and it made your embarrassment even worse because you weren’t too sure of what the chuckle was for. Maybe you had thought too far ahead of yourself and assumed that he had enjoyed it more than he’d like to admit, and maybe you were wrong about everyone being down to kiss you afterall. You thought to yourself that you would probably just play it safe from now on regarding the dares, not sure yet of how everyone else felt.

“Can you blame me?” Lee Know responds, sending all of your negative thoughts out the window.

Alright, so maybe you were in the clear.

You let out a small relieved sigh that didn’t go unnoticed by Jeongin, (He is sitting next to you afterall) and he proceeded to make fun of you for it.

“Y/N just let out a sigh of relief!” He says as everyone erupts into a sea of giggles and laughter.

Your face grew hot and you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

“Oh hush-! It wasn’t like that!” You say, trying to escape the allegations.

“Uh huh.” Felix called from across the room, and you squinted towards him, finding an easy way to get the attention away from you.

It was almost as if Felix knew exactly what you were about to say because he immediately shot up and ran over to you in a quick attempt to silence whatever you were about to mention.

“Oh? We’re not going to forget how you and Hyunjin were last night!” You say in a quick response, almost sounding like gibberish.

Felix pounced on you and covered your mouth with his hand, which resulted in you biting him and trying to fight him off of you. Once he finally let up his face was red from embarrassment and he avoided eye contact with everyone as they pestered both him and Hyunjin.

“Soo, how was itt??” Changbin teased.

“Consider yourself lucky Felix!” Jisung chimed in.

Hyunjin sat on the other side of Felix laughing everyone’s comments and how flustered Felix was getting.

After some time, you all dispersed and did things by yourselves around the house and You decided to put on your swimsuit and swim around in the pool outside. Jisung, Chan, and Hyunjin originally decided to join you so that you weren’t outside by yourself, but then everyone opted in and decided to join. After you were ready, you grabbed a towel and made your way outside, immediately climbing into the pool, sighing in relief at the fact it was heated. You began to swim around for a bit, the others joining you for some time in the pool, and it was enjoyable.

Jisung and Changbin would go around hitting everyone with Waterguns and Jeongin and Chan would splash around in the water. It was overall a great time, everyone still ended up doing their own thing regardless of being all together. This lasted for a awhile until most of everyone dispersed again into the house, leaving you with Hyunjin, Lee know and Seungmin. Hyunjin and Lee know were laying in the sun chairs, sunglasses on and enjoying the heat, and Seungmin swam around with you, occasionally splashing water on each other.

With the evening starting to roll around, you eventually decided to relax on a floatie, and Seungmin opted to float you around while you laid back and closed your eyes. It was peaceful and relaxing until Jisung came outside, speaking loudly.

“GUYS! We need someone to go with Chan to grab food.” He says, and everyone stays put for a second, deciding if they want to get up.

“Why don’t you go?” Seungmin questioned, squinting at him.

“Because Felix, Jeongin and I are playing a gamee.” Jisung says with a pout.

“I’ll go!” You say, noticing that the others probably didn’t want to.

You and Seungmin climbed out of the pool and went inside, Minho and Hyunjin following close behind. After you dried off, you slipped on some clothes on top of your swimsuit and went to find Chan, who was sitting on the porch waiting for whoever decided to go with him.

“I’m not surprised.” He says with a smile, and you guys walk to the car.

“Where are we grabbing food from?” You ask as you two got into the car.

Chan started the car and you two pulled out of the driveway as you both actively tried to think of a place for all of you to eat from.

“I heard Felix is really into that place as of late.” You say as you point to a restaurant that you both had passed.

“Mm, yeah, but Changbin hates their food. He swears he has something against them for an order mistake one time.” Chan says with a laugh.

You also laugh and continue to look around until you thought of a question neither of you even thought to ask about.

“Hold on— Why are we asked to get food if none of them thought to tell us where?” You say with a confused tone.

Chan made a ‘Ah..’ sound and furrowed his eyebrows together as he sat in thought.

“…That is a great question.”

‘We MAY know what we’re doing?’

Y/N

Yall…

Why didn’t anyone think to tell us where you wanted to eat from

Hyun

Ask Jisung, he’s the one complaining about wanting food rn

sung(lasses)

IDK im indecisive

all I know is that im hungry </3

Y/N

Bro just think of a place

somewhere we all eat from

sung(lasses)

umm, Mcdonald’s?

Y/N

-_-

Me and chan could’ve avoided all of that time..

IF YOU HAD JUST SAID THAT!

sung(lasses)

love youu

Y/N disliked a message

Lino

Can you guys stop and grab some cat treats from the store?

I saw some stray cats around earlier

FeFe

Minho the cat wrangler

Y/N

Of course <3

sung(lasses)

ouuuu

Fefe

Ouuuu

Bin

ouuu

Y/N

GUYS SHUT UP

You playfully threw your phone and turned to Chan.

“He wants Mcdonald’s.” You say sighing.

Chan rolled his eyes and made his way towards the closest Mcdonald’s.

“Next time he’s going to get it.” He says, and you nod in agreement.

The drive with Chan was relaxing and calming as you guys talked about how excited you were for tonight and the conversation even got as far as you guys talking what you’d do after you both finally graduated college. For now, you two pushed that to the back of your minds and continued riding around, the sun starting the set and the temperature dropping from warm to a little chilly in just a few moments. After finally getting the food, you told Chan about Lee Know’s request and thankfully there was a store right across the street so that he didn’t have to drive any further.

You guys drove over and quickly headed inside to grab what you needed, thanking the Cashier and heading out so you could head home. Some time later, you guys made it back seeing that Jisung and Hyunjin were sitting outside as if they were waiting on you guys the entire time. Once Chan pulled into the driveway and found a parking spot, Jisung was the first one to hop up and greet you guys, hugging you and taking the food from your hands, Hyunjin taking the drinks. You four made your way back inside and you saw that the rest of the group were already huddled up downstairs, watching funny compilations of things.

“Y/nn, Chann!” Felix says as you and the others sat with everyone else, Jisung passing out the food everyone wanted and Hyunjin doing the same with the drinks.

You hugged Felix and took your blanket and you wrapped each other in it, cuddling close while you two ate your food.

“You know what we should do?” Minho says, breaking the wave of giggles due to the videos that were being played, and everyone focused their attention towards him.

“We should watch a movie.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Good Idea.” Seungmin agreed.

“We should do it after our game, that way we can put something funny on and laugh about it.” Jeongin suggests and everyone nods their head in agreement.

“That sounds like so much fun! What do you guys wanna watch?” Changbin asks as he pulls out his phone.

You guys sat and discussed what movies you all had in mind that you wanted to see, some agreements being made occasionally on different ones, which made it hard to pick one. Changbin made a list of movies that everyone suggested and agreed on, and everyone took a look at it until it was decided which movie you’d all watch.

Once it was decided, you guys continued to watch funny videos up until it grew even darker outside and you guys finally finished. Felix paused for a moment and scanned the room, a smile spreading across his face.

“Looks like we’re all done… ready to continue the game everyone?” He asks with his hands clasped together.

Everyone agreed and Minho went around collecting the trash so that it wasn’t in the way. Changbin immediately got up to grab the drinking cups and placed them on the table directly next to the alcohol. Once everything was set up, the dice were immediately passed to Chan.

“Alright, same rules as before.” Felix says before letting Chan get his turn in.

Just as Chan was about to shake the dice up, Jisung hopped up and grabbed the drinking glasses.

“Wait-! We all need to take a shot, it’s tradition!” He claims as he starts pouring a small shot like amount into each of the glasses.

Everyone laughed at his behavior, but accepted it anyway as you all took your own glass.

“Alright, Cheers to a fun night!” Jisung says as he raised his glass.

“Cheers!”

With that, everyone took a shot, (Including Seungmin surprisingly), and let Chan finish rolling the dice for his turn. While Chan was doing that, Felix decided to play some music in the background as ambient noise, and Hyunjin would constantly throw out song suggestions, causing Felix to focus on adding a lot of songs to queue.

Soon Chan threw his dice and it landed on the number 5, causing him to move his game piece up five spaces and landing on a dare. Chan sucked his teeth and shook his head as he took a card from the stack and read it out loud.

“Show your private photos.” He read outloud, which earned a loud string of “Ooo”’s from the group.

“That’s a good one, that’s a good one!” Jisung says as he began to clap from excitement.

Chan gave a shy smile and opened his phone, and the shared excitement from everyone grew even bigger as nobody was actually expecting him to go through with it. He slowly but surely unlocked his phone, eventually revealing the photos he had kept to himself. Your jaw dropped as you saw that his entire private folder was nothing but naked pictures of him entire showing off his muscles and abs, or a random dick pic. There were some uninteresting photos such as him sitting in the studio or some photos of unreleased music, but most of the folder was full of dick pic’s that made you wonder who was even receiving those.

You couldn’t help but stare at how big Chan was, and to think you had never even thought about how he looked behind the clothes he wore until now. You quickly shut your mouth and shook yourself back into reality, watching as everyone immediately began to pester him.

“No way—?? Do you just take those for fun!?” Felix asked, his eyes nearly popping from his head.

“Hard to believe you have those just sitting there man.” Changbin says full of suspicion.

Chan’s face grew red from embarrassment and he continued to ignore every question that was thrown towards him, not listening to what anyone had to say. He quickly passed the dice to Hyunjin and began to drink a mixture of what Jisung and Minho liked to call, ‘Love at first sip’, immediately letting out a sigh.

Hyunjin laughed at Chan’s actions and shook the dice up before throwing it across the table. The dice ended up landing on the number 7 and he made a noise of shock. He picked up his game piece and moved it up 7 spaces, landing on a truth.

“Aahh.” He says as he picked up a card, read it out-loud.

“Have you ever masturbated to anyone in this room?” He read out loud.

His eyes scanned the room as everyone sat with curious expressions, his eyes darting from the card to the shot glass back to the card. The corners of his mouth turned into a small smile and he giggled.

“Yes I have.”

Immediately everyone including yourself began to press him about who it was.

“I bet it was Felix!” You say, which earned a playful hit from Felix.

“Who was it!?” Jeongin asked as he shook Hyunjin.

Just like Chan, Hyunjin also took a shot of the mixture of Alcohol Minho and Jisung made and proceeded to ignore any questions. He passed the dice over to you and sat back as everyone let out sighs of frustration, but eventually giving up.

“I hope when it’s your turn again you get a dare that tells you to say who it was.” Changbin says with a playful glare and everyone laughed.

Just like the others, you shook the dice and threw it across the board, watching it land on the number 5. You leaned over and picked up your game piece and moved it the spaces you were given, landing you on a truth, and a ‘Everyone take a shot’ space. You picked up the card and read it out loud,

“If you could have Sex with anyone in here right now, who would it be?”

Your face grew red and your body grew hot as you gulped, seeing the same curious eyes as before land back on you. You gained the strength to look up and meet the eyes of everyone else, causing them to laugh.

“C’monn Y/N!” Jeongin urged.

You sat in thought for a moment, because you weren’t really sure who to pick. Like stated previously before, quite literally everyone in the room was extremely attractive, and so you couldn’t just settle for just one person. However, you locked eyes with Hyunjin, and honestly the way he stared at you made you feel even more hot.

“Hyunjin..” You meekly say, immediately grabbing the shot glass and taking your shot before the group could.

Another string of, ‘Oooo’s erupted from the group and you too became the target for everyone else’s teasing. After you said your truth, everyone took a shot and proceeded with the game.

The entire round you could feel Hyunjin staring at you with an intense look that you just couldn’t read. You felt like shrinking in your spot and hiding away forever because you weren’t sure if he was upset with you or not. You tried to focus on the card Minho received that caused an uproar of emotions within the group, but you couldn’t focus on anything with Hyunjin stealing glances to look at you every now and then. You bit your lower lip and did your best to try and ignore it, but every time you felt as if you shook it off, it always came back, which caused you to shiver.

Soon, the game was over and almost everyone was already a tipsy and drunk mess from it. Chan quickly went through the preferred streaming platform that was provided by the TV to find the movie that was picked earlier. However, he couldn’t quite get the spelling right and failed multiple times to type it in, causing Jeongin to take over out of frustration.

(He wasn’t any better…)

Eventually, Seungmin did it for everyone despite being a bit tipsy himself. It shocked you how far he was willing to spend time with you guys, it made you happy but you also felt like you had to remind him that he didn’t have to step out of his comfort zone to have fun with everyone else.

“Noo noo, don’t worry.” He says as he shoo’d you away with his hand. “I did it because I genuinely feel like I need to let loose, I’m A-OK.” He says, making a sign.

You smiled towards him and pat his head, leaving him to be bothered by Felix and Chan.

Soon, the movie was finally started up and Felix had quickly left to bring blankets and pillows for everyone to get comfortable with. Changbin moved the coffee table out of the way so everyone had more room and you all quickly found yourselves cuddled together.

It would’ve been a great moment .. if Hyunjin weren’t beside you.

Even though you had drank enough to forget about the whole situation from earlier, you still just couldn’t forget all the way. You felt his stare from before, and honestly you just couldn’t help but stare back at him, taking time to take in his features despite of how dark it was besides the TV light.

However, this time you felt his hands on you instead of his eyes. You would be taken by surprise, but Hyunjin was known to be touchy and flirty with everyone, you included. Yet you began to take his actions a little more seriously since the situation you two had earlier was pretty intense in your eyes. Despite your constant thinking, you let him run his hands against you, feeling as his hands went from your waist to slowly towards your inner thighs.

You started to find it hard to breathe a little as your breaths became caught in your throat each time he inched lower and lower. You could feel his breathing against your neck as he got closer to you, leaving kisses alongside it and you let him. You couldn’t help but silently whine, worried that the others would see you two like this and you’d be in a world of constant teasing for life. But it was so hard to focus on any of that as he drug his fingers across your inner thigh, getting closer to where you really wanted him most. Each time he got painfully close you’d buck your hips up to gain a bit of friction against his fingers, causing you to hiss in pleasure each time his fingers brushed against your clit.

It wasn’t helping that you were wearing a thin pair of shorts with nothing underneath either.

“Need you Y/N.. wanna make you feel good..” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers throughout your body and straight to your core, causing a wet patch to form on your shorts. You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a quick breath of air as he decided to stop teasing you, a finger pressed against your clit as he rubbed at it mercilessly. You couldn’t help but grind your hips into his hand, your fingers digging into the blanket as you felt yourself close already. You tried so hard not to make any noises, even though everyone else was too drunk and tired to even notice what was happening beside them.

“Please— Jin— really need you-“ You begged, your voice below a whisper.

Hyunjin immediately pulled away from you, causing you to whine at the loss of contact, but allowed yourself to be suddenly pulled up by him. He held a grasp on your hand as he led you into one of the many spare rooms the rental home had. Once you both were inside he locked the door and pressed you against the wall, his hands undressing you in seconds, standing completely naked in front of him. Now that you were alone, you let the noises fall from your mouth as the kiss grew sloppy and wet, and the desperation for him grew even more. You had never thought you’d be in this position with Hyunjin, but now that you were you never wanted it to end.

Once you were undressed he led you guys towards the bed, where he threw you against as he held you down, kissing you from your mouth to your collarbones, down to your chest and stomach. You shivered at his touch and mouth, desperately craving more as he grew closer to your core. He dragged two fingers between your folds and hissed at the wet noise it made.

“Fuck- You’re already soaking wet.” He says, his mouth latching onto your clit in seconds.

You didn’t even have time to respond as he sucked on your sensitive nerves, your hand flying to his hair and tugging at it each time it started to feel good. You rolled your hips against his tongue and he’d sometimes stick his tongue out so that you could grind yourself against it. You started to see stars as he continued to work his tongue onto you, taking his fingers and spreading you so that his tongue could go deeper inside, a long line of curses falling from your mouth.

“Oh Fuck— O-oh Hyun ohh fuck-“ You rambled as he kept on.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer the more he kept at it, his tongue flicking itsself on your clit a few times before he’d dive back into your hole, tongue fucking you until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Mm! Hyun- fuck I’m gonna-!” You say before you leaned your head back, letting out a loud moan as you came undone.

Your body jerked and trembled as he licked up your juices, his face covered. He took two fingers and made no time to plunge them into you, causing you to yelp out.

“OH! Oh my g— Hyu-n!” You say, trying to form a proper sentence to get him to stop.

But despite your pleads and begging he didn’t stop, he kept his fingers pressed deep inside of you and thrusted them into you at such a fast pace that you couldn’t even think. You felt yourself clenching around him and growing weaker as the pleasure took over you once again.

“That’s it doll, look at you swallowing my fingers so greedily.” Hyunjin says in a low tone that made your entire body hot.

His fingers kept his brutal pace as he kept on, and you couldn’t hold on for much longer, digging your nails into his forearm as you leaned your head back and moaned as you came yet again. Your body began to shake tremendously from overstimulation and he pulled his fingers from you, causing you to clench over nothing but air. You started to grow impatient as he stood up to undress himself, taking his time.

“Hyunn! Please! I can’t wait anymoree!” You begged him, getting up and crawling in front of him to help him out.

He chuckled at how impatient you were and swat your hands away which caused you to pout.

“Patience Doll, I don’t want to rush this.” He says, finally taking himself out of his boxers, causing you to almost drool at the sight.

He wasn’t girthy, but his length definitely made up for it, his tip being a raging red and extremely hard as precum leaked from it. You could see the tense veins that covered it as he stroked himself, watching the head of his dick be swallowed in his fist. You licked your lips and reached out to touch, but he only moved your hand.

“I wanna focus on you right now, okay?” He asked, and you quickly nodded, sitting back.

He laughed at your actions and reached over to grab his phone, setting it up on the nightstand so that it had you both in frame. You were a bit taken aback by this and he could tell with your eyes going wide.

“For memories. It’s gonna be between us, promise.” He says as he presses the record button. You shrug and take no offense to it.

“Alright.” You say, leaning back again.

You took your fingers and spread yourself a bit as a way of inviting him in, and he gracefully took the invitation, pushing you back and lining himself up with you. You felt like you could just cum from his tip rubbing against you alone, and you began to rock your hips against him. He held back his own noise, taking your face into his hands as he forced you to look up at him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He whispered against your lips, causing you to shudder.

“Been dreaming of having you wrap around me and moan my name..” He continues as he slowly pushed himself into you, causing you to let out a breathy moan.

“Oh- Hyunjin!” You moan, immediately clenching around him.

“Fuck—Just exactly like that-“ He says, completely lost in his own thoughts.

He let you adjust to him before he moved his hips, and suddenly the room was filled with nothing but wet noise and skin slapping, the bed frame hitting the wall a few times from how rough he’d get. He’d occasionally pick up his phone to get different angles of you two, some angles being of him thrusting into you, and others of your face scrunched up in absolute pleasure. He’d occasionally get shots of him rubbing your clit or how you’d tighten around him. He knew the footage was going to be something he definitely was going to watch later, as everything was pure and raw. No fake emotion, no acting, it was nothing but two people who had nothing but absolute lust and desperation for each other.

He was thrusting into you so well, you felt like you were going to give out each time his tip kissed your g spot, it was utterly insane. A mixture of moans and groans were heard throughout the room as he got rougher, picking up the pace and slamming his hips into you. You drug you nails against his back, scratching it and moaning a mix of his name and other words, causing him to moan as well. You continued to tighten around him and you grinded your hips into him each time he met yours. The way Hyunjin fucked you was sensual and slow, although his thrusts were brutal and unforgiving, you felt like falling apart underneath him.

With each thrust you grew closer and closer, and he could feel it too.

“C’mon Angel— come for me, please— need to feel it-“ He said in a whimper as he sped his pace up.

“Can feel— you clenching around me— Driving me crazy-“ He says through his teeth, his pace getting even quicker.

With that, you couldn’t hold back anymore, and you felt like you were reaching your breaking point and he could see that, continuing to coax you from holding back. Once you had enough and the knot you felt in your stomach tightened until it couldn’t take anymore, you finally came hard around him, and he quickly picked up his phone to get the emotion on your face and the loud curses mixed with his name that fell from your mouth.

He immediately threw the phone after that and began to focus on chasing his own pleasure, your body not being able to take any more.

“Where—do you want me to cum?” He asked you breathlessly.

“In me! Please oh please Hyun!” You begged, desperately rolling your hips to get him to do it.

His eyes widened but his pace didn’t stop, “A-are you sure-!?”

“Yes! Wanna feel it deep inside of me! Please want you to make me yours!” You pleaded, and that sent him over the edge.

He eventually came inside of you with a loud groan and he twitched uncontrollably until it stopped. You both were a panting mess, and he stayed inside of you for awhile, leaning down to hold you. You wrapped your arms around him and you two sat like that for awhile, slowly blinking yourselves to sleep.

However, Hyunjin came to his senses and slowly pulled from you, causing you to tiredly whine from how empty you feel now. He picked up his phone to stop the recording and tossed it aside yet again as he got up to grab your clothes. Thankfully there was a bathroom connected to the room and so he grabbed a towel to wipe you down with. You laid there as he cleaned you and then dressed you as if you were a doll, all his to play with and have fun.

Once you were dressed he dressed himself and tossed the towel aside.

“Doubt anyone will be in here.” He says as he pulls you up, and you follow.

You both sneak back into the living room, noticing that another movie had started and everyone was fast asleep. There’s no way you two were in there that long you had thought, but the way everyone was piled up and asleep said otherwise. You and Hyunjin snuck back into the spot you two were in before you left and he held you in his arms, pulling a blanket over you two.

In no time, you guys actually got to drift off into sleep, deciding to just discuss what had happened tomorrow.

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