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chanshoesunite · 1 year

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Chan wants to record your moans for a song

GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2.6k Author’s Note (Author Hare): This is my 500 follower hug for y’all inspired by two prompts given to me by my favourite reader of all times, Author Tortoise. Maybe you can guess what they are! WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids), slight dirty talk, Chan calls reader a slut (but in a very loving way)

You unlock the door, enter the flat and kick off your heeled ankle boots, balancing two bags of takeout as you do. Having successfully completed that task, you dump them on the floor and shrug out of your coat as your obligatory “honey, I’m home” call stays unanswered. You smile to yourself – you’d expected that; it means that your boyfriend is still so focused on creating music, he forgets the world around him. That is also the main reason why he got you a key to his flat – more than once had you been standing in front of the door, waiting for him to open it for you, and he simply hadn’t heard the doorbell, lost as he was in his creative process.

You’re still in your work clothes – a black dress (that might have screamed “overdressed!” to some people, but you are aware that being overdressed is a concept created by people who don’t want women to feel beautiful every day), stockings and bright red lipstick – as you make your way through the hallway with the sashimi you’ve picked up at Chan’s favourite place to treat him for dinner.

You knock on his studio door, but the gesture is again futile – through the glass door, you can see that he’s wearing massive headphones and can’t hear anything that’s not blasted through those. You take a moment to watch him – he is clad simply in a black oversized shirt, his hair a dark mess as if he’d dragged his hands through it a hundred times today while looking for words and melodies to match in ways that you find to be positively magical. Elbows on his desk, his gaze is turned towards the ceiling as he vibes with the music, nodding to the beat, critically analysing something he has created. It’s so incredibly attractive, the way he is so focused on and passionate about his work, your heart is full just looking at him.

The song seems to end because Chan looks down and catches your eye. He gives a little start – after all, he thought he was alone in his flat until a few seconds ago – and then a glowing smile takes over his face. He waves to you in an almost childlike gesture, and you mirror his smile as you enter the studio. Chan pulls the headphones off, letting them rest around his neck before putting them on the desk. “Hey, baby girl,” he greets you happily, rolling back in his swivel chair and patting his thighs. “Come here!”

You oblige, sitting in his lap, your legs dangling over one of the armrests as your arms come to rest on his broad shoulders. You lean in to kiss him, and though you mean it only to be a peck, your kiss lasts a little longer and feels a little more heated than your average welcome back kiss. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling, as you pull back eventually.

Chan’s eyes are fixed on your red lips, but eventually stray as they take in your dress. “You look beautiful,” he pronounces, his hand sliding down the skirt of your dress and coming to rest on your knee. “Did you have a good day?”

You nod emphatically, your curls bouncing as if supporting your claim as you recount your successful day at the publishing company where you work. “The presentation went very well. The boss was ecstatic and said I’ll get to manage more of the marketing campaigns since I’m doing such a good job.” You nod to the takeout bags. “I got us some sashimi to celebrate.”

Chan’s face, which had lit up at the news, now takes on an even more enthusiastic expression. “I’m so proud of you, baby, those are wonderful news! I’m so glad your boss can see how dedicated, hardworking, and talented you are! And I’m happy I get to celebrate with you. Thanks for bringing dinner.” He nuzzles into your neck, and you giggle, feeling giddy at his euphoria.

“Thanks for being such a hype boy, babe. And how was your day? How is the new album coming along?” You glance at the computer, where Chan has obviously been busy mixing a sound file. Chan shrugs. “Ah, you knaur.” He’s trying to sound non-committal, but you know that he cares deeply. “I’m trying to write a new unit song. Hyunjin is in it, so it needs to be racy.” He winks at you. “Another hoe anthem, you mean?” Your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “Something like that. Do you want to hear it?” “Sure!” You always love listening to early versions of songs – it is intriguing to watch Chan decide what to keep and what to cut, what to put on demos – and then listen to the final product as it is released. The process is fascinating, and you love being a part of it, even if you’re only a spectator.

Chan reaches around you, and you turn to face the computer, leaning back against his broad chest. His left hand slips around your waist, securing him against you as he starts the song. Immediately you know why this song is meant for Hyunjin; it is a dark-sounding RnB track that seems to continue the tradition laid down in “Red Lights” and “Taste”. There is an almost hypnotic organ melody that reminds you of church, but in a distinctly unholy way as it is paired with lyrics such as “I know that we shouldn’t, but I want to”. Chan’s voice on the demo carries the song without difficulties, and it’s positively captivating; breathy whispers and slight vocal fries add to the sexy tone of the song.

You feel the mood in the room shift, anticipation making room for arousal. You shiver in Chan’s arms listening to it, and you feel your boyfriend shift beneath you before he presses a kiss to your neck. “Do you like it?” he breathes into your ear, and the air against your neck tickles you in a decidedly not innocent way.

You nod, releasing a breath you don’t know you’ve been holding. “It’s definitely racy,” you agree, your breath hitching as Chan continues to kiss your neck while the song moves into the second verse. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“It’s almost as if hearing my voice singing it is doing something to you, baby girl. It must be like me getting dirty thoughts when you wear lipstick like that,” he almost purrs, gently biting your earlobe as his right hand finds your breast, teasing it through the cloth. A tiny gasp escapes you, and even though the music is still playing, it doesn’t slip Chan’s attention. “God,” he almost growls. “Your moans would sound so good on this track.”

That one sentence causes you to groan again, and Chan’s hand slips from your waist downwards, under your dress and directly into your panties. He gasps at the wetness he finds there and starts stroking you softly, maddeningly, but not in any way that could actually do something for you except tease you further. “Does it turn you on that much, baby girl? Hearing me sing a naughty song, knowing I wrote it thinking about your body? Do you like the idea of me recording your moans, putting them on the track, having the fans wonder who got so horny just listening to the demo version? You’re such a little slut, baby.”

At the word slut, he pushes a finger into your pussy, and this time, your moan is anything but quiet as you throw your head back. The song comes to a close, ending, just as it started, with the organ melody, and the only thing you can hear is Chan’s finger sliding into you and the two of you breathing heavily.

“So,” he drawls, almost sounding bored but of course he’s anything but as his thumb comes to circle your clit. “What do you say?” You meet his eyes as he glances down on your face, still hypnotized by your lipstick. “You know,” you rasp. “Your song is so hot I wish I could fuck it, but I can’t. So I will fuck you instead.” You watch as Chan’s pupils dilate, and the growl that escapes his throat as he claims your lips is almost feral. Well, you know what you do to him, and you have him exactly where you want him.

“Turn on the mic,” you breathe as you pull his hands off you. In a quick gesture, you grab the hem of your dress and discard it onto the floor, standing in front of him in just your stockings and black underwear, lasciviously leaning against the desk. “Let’s see how good these moans sound.”

He seems to contemplate your words for a few seconds before he takes a step closer and, his eyes never leaving yours, leans forward to push a few keys on his keyboard. This right there, this silence before the storm, this uninterrupted eye contact, might be one of the hottest moments you’ve experienced in a long time.

Chan is on you in a second, hoisting you up onto the desk as he kisses you deeply. Your hands grab for the hem of his t-shirt, greedily pulling it off to feel more of his skin. Chan’s meanwhile busy opening your bra, and in his impatience, he has to fumble for a bit to get it off you.

“Eager?” you tease against his lips before biting down, eliciting a groan from him. “You have no idea, baby girl,” he admits as he finally gets the offending garment off. He lets it carelessly fall to the floor, already focused on nothing else but your naked breasts resting against the palms of his hands. He kisses you deeply as he strokes your stiff nipples, his erection pushing against your scantily clothed pussy as he stands between your spread legs, trying to still be closer to you than he already is.

You cross your ankles behind him, helping him in his endeavour, and you both gasp as he grinds against you. “Off, off, off,” you breathe, gesturing to both his sweatpants and your underwear. Chan smirks. “Who’s eager now?” he asks, nipping at your collarbone. You roll your eyes playfully. “Who has written a song about fucking me?” He seems to consider that for a second. “Fair point. Move your hips for me, will you, baby girl?”

You help him pull your panties off and take the liberty of pulling down his sweatpants and underwear in one go, letting his girthy cock spring free. Chan appreciates the view for a second, seeing as you’re only wearing stockings now. “You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen,” he declares in a raspy voice, and it only adds to your need. You make to touch him, but Chan easily catches your wrist and pins it to the desk with his hand. You actually whine at that. “Please, don’t tease me,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his length stretching you out deliciously.

Chan’s smile is wolfish. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want.” And before you can protest any more, he lets go of your hand, pulls you to the edge of the desk and guides his cock into your pussy. Your gasps mix with his broken moans as he slowly pushes in. Chan pauses, but only for a moment – both of you are far too turned on to take this slow, and even though the height of the desk isn’t perfect, the newness of the location adds a level of spice to the encounter.

He starts thrusting into you, fast, hard, causing the desk to shake beneath you. You scramble to push the keyboard to the side, falling back onto your elbows as Chan’s punishing pace throws you off balance. You stare up at him: his hair sticking to his forehead, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his neck, the muscles in his arms playing as he holds onto your hips with a ferocity that might result in bruises. You give yourself over to your sensations: the cold desk below you, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Chan’s steady groans at the pleasure you give him, his big cock positively railing your wet cunt.

You grab onto him, pulling yourself back up and clinging to his broad shoulders, wanting to be even closer to him, feel his breath on your skin. “You feel so good,” you moan into his neck, biting his shoulder lightly. His retaliation comes in form of a thrust so powerful that it punches a loud groan out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so hot, making me take you in my studio,” he gasps as he pushes into you again and again, relentlessly. “You’ll sound so good on this song, and it’ll be our little secret, but at the same time everyone will know. Everyone will know that only I can fuck you so well, make you make the hottest little noises, make you fall apart on my cock.” He slips a hand between you and starts stroking you to make sure the falling apart can actually happen, but he knows your body well enough to have you panting and at the edge of your orgasm within minutes.

“You’re such a good girl, making the most beautiful noises. Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good? Say it. I want to hear it.” Pushing against him, trying to get closer to the delicious friction, you gasp, “You, Chan, only you can make me feel like this!”

You can feel Chan’s concentration slipping, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he seems determined to make you come first, so he redoubles his efforts stroking you, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, how you’re a good little slut for him, taking him so well, how you’re made for this, made for him, how no other pussy could ever feel this good.

“Come on, baby girl, be good and moan for me and Hyunjin.” For some reason, that and a well-timed thrust does it, and you come on Chan’s cock with a loud, drawn-out groan, your pussy spasming wildly around him so he follows you over the edge mere seconds later. He crushes his lips to yours once more, and you make out as he spills into you, and continue to do so as you both slowly come off your highs.

A few moments later, you break the kiss to lean against his shoulder, still enclosed in his embrace. “That was a really nice entrée,” you declare, and Chan chuckles. He is quiet for a few seconds. “Are we gonna pretend you didn’t come the second I mentioned Hyunjin’s name?” You know he is teasing you, so you decide to go along. “Well, maybe you should invite him over some time?” Slowly, gently, you push against him so can slide out of you. You can feel a dribble of come making its way out of you and onto Chan’s desk, but that looks like a him-problem.

Chan clutches his chest in mock-terror. “Am I not enough for you?” You shake your head. “Oh baby, you’re sometimes more than I can cope with,” you say, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you grab your underwear. “But in a good way. The best, really.” Chan slides an arm around you, stabilising you as you slip on your panties. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.” He glances at the takeout bags. “Dinner?”

You nod. “Have you turned off the mic?” Your boyfriend turns around to check the equipment. He curses. “Oh naur, it seems like it was off the whole time!” He catches your eye as you slip on his t-shirt, and there is a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to do this again soon…”

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skzgram · 8 months

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#hyunjin #changbin #jeongin #felix #bang chan #stray kids #230901 #hynjinnnn #ig story

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hyuniyz · 2 years

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SKZ’S REACTION TO A MEMBER WALKING IN ON YOU

PAIRING. bf!stray kids x female!reader

GENRE. crack | humour | suggestive

WORDS. 917

A/N. i’ve returned from the grave 😔 everybody scream !! wrote this one under 15 minutes 😋 i’m so proud of myself. anyways i hope you enjoy !!

bangchan ( 방찬 )

★ HE GETS SO RED ITS NOT FUNNY. he knows how hard the members are gonna tease him about this oh he can already see changbin and han having a field trip. good luck because once he realises minho just saw his leader grinding on his girlfriend he’ll stand 5 feet away from you like no way we getting close after that happened. giving very much 🧍‍♀️acts like if he stands farther away from you it will solve everything. someone please go check on minho i’m concerned.

lee know ( 리노 )

★ unbothered. like so unbothered i’m not even exaggerating. when he hears han’s loud screech he separates his lips from your own and pays no attention to the way you tilt your head up to chase after his lips. instead he releases a deep chuckle at the way han tripped over clothes in his haste to escape the scene “what do you want han-ah” and han is mortified because how can minho be speaking so indifferently as if you’re not currently leaving open mouthed kisses against his neck ⁉️⁉️ han swears he’s never run this hard before. HE THOUGHT LEE KNOW WAS BAD BUT YOURE JUST AS BAD AS HIM. will never enter your room again he’s traumatised for life.

changbin ( 창빈 )

★ omg i definitely feel like changbin would act like nothing happened because gotta keep up the tough guy act you know but his red cheeks give him away. you’re fairly certain that from where you’re lying beneath him you can feel how his ears start burning up under the stare of hyunjin who doesn’t know if he should scream for his mother or run out of the room. chooses to do both and as soon as the door closes behind him changbin darts after him to convince hyunjin to keep his mouth shut.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

★ does not help the situation at all. when an unsuspecting jeongin barges in only to pause at the sight of his hyung withering on his own bed while his girlfriend kneels between his legs. my man takes a screenshot. jeongin.exe has stopped. it’s silent for a whole week 15 seconds until hyunjin just starts laughing as in hysterically as in mf nearly rolls off the bed but manages to catch himself. his laughter snaps jeongin out of his trance and he runs like his ass is on fire. when you turn back to a still laughing hyunjin and stress over how you’ve probably traumatised the poor boy he just waves you off and pulls you back in. got me feeling things 😔

han ( 한 )

★ actually looks like he’ll have a breakdown when chan walks in on han trying to adjust you in his lap. the way his hands just stop in mid air skkekeks. chan decides to put him out of his misery and acts nonchalant as if he didn’t just see his member manhandle his girlfriend. when chan simply asks what han wants for lunch his head snaps towards you so fast and he looks at you as if you’re the answer to all his problems. man somehow manages to mutter out a “we’ll have whatever you’re having hyung ” but he stutters so much that you’re surprised that chan actually understands and leaves without a word. han finally relaxes when the door closes and buries his head in your neck screaming a “he will never let me live that down” muffled against your skin

felix ( 필릭스 )

★ HIM 😭 a gem we must protect. seungmin is confused how felix actually looks like the one who walked in on a traumatising scene instead of him. because while seungmin is completely calm and relaxed felix is rambling on and on about how it was just a compromising position but nothing actually happened because he knew some of the members were home and he would never be selfish like that ☹️☹️ he’s so sincere i cry. his justification goes on for so long that you just lay back down instead of explaining because clearly he’s doing enough for the both of you. doesn’t stop apologising to seungmin until he threatens to punch him. runs back to you holding his hands above his crotch.

seungmin ( 승민 )

★ has his usual poker face on. it’s gonna take so much more to embarrass him but even he can’t deny the color creeping onto his cheeks while him and changbin have a silent staring contest and you lay breathless behind seungmin - his body concealing yours slightly. “what hyung” he speaks with the biggest threat in his eyes and changbin’s wise enough to retreat quietly without another word but you both hear his next words when he shouts loud enough for the members to hear “seungmin’s finally getting laid!” and that’s enough to send seungmin running after changbin. “what do you mean finally bitchass??”

jeongin ( 아이앤 )

★ i feel so bad for felix. if the loud ass screech he let out is any proof my man is definitively traumatised by seeing his YOUNGER brother get some 😔 he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to cheer i.n on or feel bad for himself for being single. I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE. i.n is the definition of calm and collected when he turns to felix who’s frozen with wide eyes. “what now hyun-“ he’s cut off by a screech “everything i see in this dorm is against my will” felix says before running off. it seems like he’s used to this, and maybe jeongin is too because he turns back towards you with a scoff acting as if the last few seconds didn’t happen. wooohoo 😩 he’s hot

#💌 — jkwoqs #bang chan #bangchan x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung #han jisung x reader #hyunjin x reader #jeongin #jeongin x reader #lee felix #seungmin x reader #seungmin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids short story #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids reactions

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dandelions-143 · 13 days

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“Be careful. The devil has a pretty face”

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lightinyreads · 11 months

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STRAY KIDS

Please note stories that are 18+ will be marked with [🌙] so keep that in mind

ot8/more members

just say it (that girl is mine) - @haechanhues series, completed, lee know x fem!reader x han

hello stranger - @tasteleeknow [🌙] series, ongoing, minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader

undercover jyp-u - @starrgaziinggg [🌙] series, ongoing

skz and the lipstick stain trend - @seungisms

stray kids and their sneaky love antics - @amelee23

stray kids and.. things they only share with you - @gimmeurtmi

stray kids as academic rivals to lovers - @mazeinthemiroh

stray kids realizing they are in love with you - @odxrilove

stray kids with a 'black cat' s/o - @mazeinthemiroh

thirsting over best friend skz - @zoe8stay

bangchan

christopher calhoun - @thevampywolf

“online friends“ - @caseiloveu

lee know

accidental kidnapping - @kpop-in-new-albion

bad idea - @setsugekka [🌙]

jealousy, jealousy - @candlewaxandp0lar0ids

summer nights - @dreamescapeswriting

the cat huy from 143 - @blue-jisungs

winter wind - @soobnny

changbin

come back later…

hyunjin

the boy is bad news - @milkandhyunnie [🌙] series, ongoing

chit chat! - @sugrlamb series, ongoing

twin flame - @hwajin [🌙] series, ongoing

jisung

espresso - @hanjisick

felix

one of a kind - @seospicybin [🌙]

seungmin

interrupted - @yongbokkari

lipgloss - @hanjisick

jeongin

come back later...

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stray-but-okay · 2 years

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“I think dad was too busy but uhh yeah if he wasn’t busy, I probably would’ve gotten the usual Asian discipline. OOF, don’t wanna think about that.”

#okay yall I died watching and rewatching this to gif so I hope you enjoy lolol #He spoke for like 5 min cuz he's a slow story teller so I had to condense XD #stray kids #skz #bang chan #channie #chris #livestream #tiktok live

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i2n8 · 3 months

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i.2.n.8 story update

#yang jeongin #story #240128 #bang chan

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maeleelee · 10 months

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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ OᑎE

It’s Stoner y/n x Felix Goodie Two Shoes. "There was something off about Felix in her mind. No one was that nice, that *good* without some sort of motive. But he's everywhere all at once, and she finds herself drawn to him in ways she didn't want. But she wouldn't fall for the cliché. Fuck clichés, they never work out anyway."

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

warning: Sex implied, smoking.

Masterlist: || Next

Taglist: @bunnyiix @cadenonlinelive @weird-bookworm @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @choisoorin @piratequeen-queenofgame @littleleatabixx

#this story has a sort of prismatic chaos about it #stray kids smau #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #wooyoung #choi san #jongho #mingi #bang chan #lee know #seungmin #changbin #hyunjin #felix #jeongin #han jisung

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fionajisung · 23 days

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morning // bf!changbin // fem!reader

minors may interact - this is not an nsfw post.

this is my first post so be nice 😭😭

you wake up at around seven am in your soft pink pjs. its around that time when the moon is finally set into the sky and the sun comes up, but not in a sky blue way, more of a beautiful pinky-purple way. you start feeling and sensing the world around you, blinking your eyes a bit and touching the satin sheets. you feel changbin's arms around your waist, in kind of a warm bear hug, as he lays softly asleep next to you.

as you move around a little to grab your phone off the charger next to you. you feel changbin's arms tighten slightly around you, as he mutters a "good morning", struggling to wake up.

you put your hands on his arms and say "hello", softly, as you try to wake up as well. through the white transparent curtians you see the late sunrise, now at a bluish pink, as the sun is almost up.

at about 9am, binnie takes you to the studio, and you get to listen to everyone record songs as you sit on the couch on your phone with jisung sleeping in your lap. "guess he recorded his lines and was knocked out", you think to yourself. the studio is warm, but not hot, with a woodsy, floral smell, like jisung sprayed it with febreeze a bit too much. its oddly comforting in a way.

in the middle of your thinking, chan hands everyone coffee, waking jisung up. you can tell he made the coffee himself (with binnie) because one, its better than the cafe. it tastes like vanilla and cocoa, while being slightly bitter. and two, he wrote messages on the cups. he always does.

the whole day, you sit in the studio, humming to the music, telling binnie how cute he is, talking to jisung about random things (he apparently HATES matcha, classic ji..) and playing games with him on your phone.

at about 5pm you finally go home to the refreshing smell of flowers and soft sheets, and you and binnie lay down to watch youtube and movies, and cuddle all night.

"what a day."

#seo changbin #stray kids #straykids #fanfic #fanfiction #short story #romantic #romance #cute #adorable #kawaii #binnie #skz #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #han

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gnabsnahc · 8 months

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gnabnahc Story Update

#bang chan #stray kids #story #230913

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chanshoesunite · 6 months

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Chan on the Beach

Content Info: Chan and Y/N meet on a beach in Australia at Christmas and have some fun. This is an edit of Hare's bday fic for Tortoise. No beta we die like Y/N's resistance against lifeguard Chan.

Word count: around 6K

Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk

„Aaaah, this is the life!”

You reach over to grab your Virgin Lavender Mojito off the little table next to your lounger. Taking a sip through your plastic-free straw, you let your gaze, well-protected behind your heart-shaped shades, wander across the bay. From your position high up next to the rooftop pool of the renowned “Park Hyatt Sydney”, you can see the world-famous opera house.

“I know, right?” Your best friend Hare is next to you, holding a flashy pink cocktail. “Bless this job!”

As a pilot, Hare is allowed to bring someone along whenever she needs to fly over one of the major holidays, and since it’s Christmas in Austria right now and you’ll only fly back on the 28th, she chose her best friend to keep her company in her five-star hotel. There really are worse fates.

You stand to let your gaze properly explore the vicinity. “Do you fancy going to the beach?” you ask, spying the almost glisteningly white sand in the distance.

Hare raises an eyebrow at you, which you only realise because now it appears behind her sunglasses. “And getting eaten by a shark? Is this your idea of a good time?”

You giggle. “Oh, come on, there are safety nets. And anyway, I was thinking we could do one of those fun videos where you throw sand and I twirl in it? You know, for the Gram?”

Hare looks like she has half a mind to protest, might find this not worth the hassle, but then her smile softens. “Sure,” she says. “Let me check with the hotel staff to find the best beach access for us.”

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An hour later, you are in your gloriously colourful bikini, twirling barefoot in the sand even though it’s too hot for comfort – not that you would give that away and ruin your Instagram reel, though. Hare is holding your phone, trying to get the perfect angle to have the sun glistening in a golden hour-way on the water.

“And now the sand,” you prompt. “You kinda just let it fly in the breeze, so it looks nice behind me.”

Hare looks dubious for a second. “What if I mess up and hit someone else?” You wave it off. “There’s nobody around!”

It’s true enough – it’s around dinner time, and your stretch of the beach is, possibly due to the holiday, rather empty. Hare nods. “Okay, sure.” She bends down to grab some of the white sand and repositions herself to throw it into the air. You twirl, and from the way Hare’s lips widen into a grin, you can tell it’s a great shot. You can already imagine how amazing you’ll look and how many likes you’ll get, maybe you should cross-post it on TikTok and-

“Oi!”

Both of you turn to see someone standing there. And what a someone. Well, two someones, actually, but your eyes are glued to Someone Number One. He isn’t exactly tall, but well built, his black swimming shorts showing off his narrow hips and creating a marvellous contrast to his thoroughly-trained upper body. He has a sharp jawline that you would like him to use to cut you into chips, a big nose, well-formed cheek bones and beautiful eyes that are, admittedly, currently glaring at you. “What’s that all about?”

One glance at his wet upper body, which is now covered in sand, tells the entirety of what happened – that he is the unwilling participator in an Instagram challenge gone just a little wrong.

Hare gets her bearings faster, but from the way she eyes the taller, lithe man next to the buff grumpy guy, you assume that in order to get into her head, you would have to pass an 18+ ID check. “Sorry, we didn’t see you there and meant absolutely no harm!” She extends one of their towels to the taller guy who looks a little like a Korean forest fairy. “Here, please.”

The guy accepts the towel from her, cleaning his (for his build) substantial abs. You tear your gaze away and meet the buff dude’s eyes, who sarcastically pulls up one eyebrow. For a second, you don’t know what to do.

“Oh!” You realise he’s expecting you to also offer him a towel, so you do. At the way you briefly flounder around, your nemesis’ face softens, and a little smile plays on his face. It’s a good look on him, you decide. “Cheers”, he thanks you, cleaning himself up. “What were you even doing there, throwing sand?” he asks, somewhat curious and content now that the sand isn’t on his pecs but your expensive hotel towel. His voice is still a little gruff, a little dark, a little deep, his Australian accent making it all the more delicious.

Hare, the ever-trusting girl that she is, extends her phone to him. “I was filming a slow-mo reel. It looks absolutely gorgeous if you ask me. Sorry again, but it was kind of worth hitting you with sand for it.”

The two men watch the reel and you can feel your face heating up. You haven’t even seen it yourself yet, and now those two handsome dudes get to do so before you?! You should be mad at Hare, but from the way buff guy’s face softens watching it, you really, really can’t.

Handing her phone back to Hare, the guy looks at you. “You’re beautiful in this,” he says, a little sparkle in his dark eyes. “If I can follow you on Instagram, you’re forgiven.”

Ummmmmm. That’s a statement you haven’t anticipated. You gulp a bit. “Okay,” you agree, and accept the phone back from Hare to open the app for him. Your hand brushes his as you hand it over, and the back of your neck prickles. At the touch, his eyes find yours, and he smirks just the tiniest bit before focusing on the device to type in his Instagram handle. You feel a little lost for words, so you look over at Hare, who confidently winks at you. “Maybe we can buy you two a drink in order to make up for the, er, Sand Incident?”

The other boy chuckles. You take a moment to look at him more carefully and appreciate his fine features, his longer hair tied back in a ponytail. He is beautiful, no doubt about it, but you prefer his shorter friend. “That’s a lovely offer, but we’re actually headed to a party later.” Ponytail glances at the Short King. “But actually…?”

The Short King has finished typing his name. “Yeah, how about you come along?” he finishes the sentence. “I’m Chan,” he adds as he hands back the phone, “but lots of people call me Chris.” Chan nods at the phone and you glance at the handle. “Chanstopher97”. Oh, he’s younger, too. Hot. You accept his following request.

“And I’m Hyunjin.” The other boy smiles at Hare in a way that shows you he seems just as taken with your friend as her body language suggests she is with him. Nice.

“I’m Y/N,” you take charge of the conversation now, and there is a laugh dancing in Chan’s eyes. “And that’s Hare. And about our evening plans…” You look over at Hare, hoping to telepathically communicate that you’re not ready to make this impromptu decision without talking it through with her first.

Hare smiles. “We have dinner plans, but why don’t you text Y/N the address and we’ll see if we can meet you there?” You two share a look and you feel seen and comforted. Hare is keeping your options open but not consenting or refusing in your name.

There is slight disappointment in the two men’s faces, but that’s their issue. “All right,” Chan agrees, running a hand through his darkly wet hair and you are mesmerised by the way the muscles flex on his arms. “I’ll text you in a bit.” He smiles at you. “I really hope to see you there. It’s at the beach, but it does get cool at night, so make sure to bring a hoodie.” He pauses strategically. “Or you can always wear mine.”

You bite your lip to suppress a giddy grin, and his eyes follow the movement. There is an almost hungry quality in his gaze before it flickers back up to again. “See you later.” The confidence he lays into these three words is astounding but very attractive.

Hyunjin smiles sweetly at Hare, which she reciprocates, and then the two men make their way up the beach, in such a manner that the two of you can appreciate their backsides. When they turn around, you feel caught, and the slight blush on Hare’s face betrays the fact that she is experiencing the same emotion. As if in unspoken agreement, you both turn around and sink down in the sand, onto your respective towels that are already dirty anyway.

You are quiet for a moment. Then- “Well, damn,” Hare says.

“Damn,” you agree.

“He’s really hot.”

“I know. Mine too.”

“There’s one for each of us.”

“Yeah.”

Hare glances over at you. “How do you feel about a beach party on Christmas Day in Australia?”

You watch the setting sun glittering on the waves. How do you feel about this? On the one hand, many strangers in one place, mixed with alcohol, are never on top of your list when it comes to a desired evening programme. On the other hand, the party doesn’t have to be where they stay, does it? And Chan, Chris… He is really something. If he were lavender lemonade, you’d sip him. Hehe. Also, as a pilot, Hare has to stay sober, so there will be at least one reasonable person around – or, knowing your besty, at least a sober one.

“I think,” you say slowly. “Theoretically, if we didn’t like it, we could go home at any time. And we can share our location in case we lose each other.”

A slow smile spreads across Hare’s face, reminding you of a cartoon cat who has spotted an especially delicious baby bird. “All right,” your besty agrees. “Let’s party tonight.”

…

Chan texts the details within ten minutes of meeting you and you try not to let it get to your head. Hare and you enjoy an outstanding dinner on the hotel’s rooftop terrace, a Christmas present from the airline, and don’t let the prospect of two hot Korean men on a beach force you to hurry through the five delicious courses. Afterwards, you throw on bikinis, shorts, cute tops and pack long-sleeved items as well, just to be on the safe side. With on-fleek eyeliner and beautiful lipstick, you must surely be the hottest besty duo that has ever walked the hallways of this grand hotel, or so you think on their way downstairs to catch your Uber.

The party location seems to be a dive bar, and as you approach the hut, you are relieved to see that while there is a crowd gathered, it is not overwhelming. The last rays of sunlight are winking over the horizon as the two of you enter the bar.

The interior design is a little bit clichéd in its maritime theme, but since this is your first authentic dive bar experience, you don’t mind. You glance at the nets, the taxidermied swordfish, the life belts, take in the Jack Johnson song playing, and decide you like it. The bar is situated in the middle of the wooden building, an “o” marking the centre of the spot. And right there, behind the counter, drawing a beer, is-

“Is that Chan?” Hare asks the exact moment you realise that your crush is actually working here. Your gaze falls onto Hyunjin next to him, wiping glasses, and the women waiting to catch their attention in front of the bar. “Well,” you conclude. “It seems we’re here for the most popular boys. Damn.”

Hare grabs your hand. “That won’t stop us,” she disagrees. “After all, we are the hottest here.”

She pulls you towards the bar, and it is almost eerie how fast Chan’s head snaps up to meet your eyes. His slowly crinkle as he begins to smile. “You came!” he calls over the music and the waiting people, and some of them actually make space for Hare and you. “We came,” you confirm, propping your elbows up on the bar. “And you came to work, by the looks of it?”

Chan seems sheepish for a moment, but quickly shakes it off. “We are only doing the first shift,” he explains, “and then we’ll be all yours.” He gestures around the room. “You can check out the place or the beach if you’d like. Or hang out with us back here?” He has one hand on the door that swings inward and allows for entrance into the centre of the bar.

Hare glances at Hyunjin. “If we hang out back here, will you make us a kickass alcohol-free cocktail?”

Hyunjin smiles – he really looks good in his loose Celine racerback; you have to admit that. “My pleasure,” he says in a voice that is deeper than you remember.

Hare turns to you. “Beach or bar?” she asks.

You barely hesitate. “Bar.”

…

If someone had asked you a few months ago if spending Christmas day behind a bar sounded like fun, you probably would have refused to even consider the possibility. But this – sitting on chairs with Hare, sipping the amazingly lavender-flavoured cocktail Hyunjin created for you, watching the men work, throwing dish towels or napkins at them in jest – this is a perfectly lovely evening. There isn’t much time to chat, but just by looking at them interact with each other, their customers and their work, you get a better idea of their characters.

Chan seems to be caring, friendly, supportive, flirty, Hyunjin appears to be sweet, sassy and a little on the dramatic side. Both of them react well to the sarcastic comments Hare sometimes throws their way, teasing her back and each other. It is obvious that they are firm friends and likely have been for a long time.

“Hey, Hyunjin, your mojito game is actually pretty weak,” Hare exclaims, hopping off her barstool and joining the taller Korean man at the bar, elbowing him gently. “Why don’t I help you with that?”

Hyunjin’s gaze at her is challenging, but he hands her the bottle. “I am ready to be impressed.”

Someone snorts next to you, and you glance up to find Chan very close to you, also watching the two of them. “Hyunjin’s flirting technique need work,” he says, chuckling softly but not unkindly.

You arch an eyebrow at him. “And yours doesn’t?”

Chan turns to you, and with you propped up on your high bar chair, the two of you are eye to eye. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?” he rasps, his voice suddenly just a tiny bit rough, his eyes intense. You feel yourself blushing but don’t look away. “I am,” you agree.

He shrugs. “Then I don’t think it does.” Chan winks at you and returns to the considerable queue in front of the bar, slapping Hyunjin on the shoulder in the process. “Stop flirting!” he barks, and from the way his friend blushes and Hare starts giggling, you can tell that you are not the only one behind this bar who is experiencing chemistry between herself and a man she met at the beach mere hours ago.

The first shift passes quickly, and as the bar fills up, you love seeing Chan get just a little bit hot, his dark t-shirt, tight to begin with, sticking to him in all the right places.

Finally, when a few of their friends come to take over, Chan throws the dish towel he has been holding down onto the bar and turns to you. “Finished!”, he exclaims happily, an almost childlike joy at having completed his task on his face. He extends his hand to you, offering you help in jumping off the chair. You take his hand, and it’s just a little rough. Does he surf? Play the guitar? You intend to find out. Relishing the moment, you wait just a tiny bit before jumping off, and Chan doesn’t let go of your hand when you’re firmly on your feet, either. You look up at him and there is something in his eyes. A dare to let go? Dream on, pretty boy, you think. I dare if you dare.

Hyunjin hands Hare two glasses – two more of the delicious mocktails, you are happy to see – and grabs two bottles of beer. “Shall we?”

The four of you leave the bar area and then the building behind, and you are thankful to be holding Chan’s hand so as to not lose him in the throng of people that seems to have been growing steadily throughout the past hour. Soon, your sandals hit the sand. There are beanbags on the beach, and miraculously, not all of them are occupied yet, possibly because the night air is just a little bit chilly already. Now you have to let go of Chan’s hand and follow the impulse to run across the now cool sand and throw yourself into an extra-large beanbag, giggling happily. Chan is not far behind, though, approaching you at a languid pace, two drinks in his hands which he has seemingly picked up from Hare and Hyunjin, watching you with a smile. When he is finally standing over you, you glancing up at him, his bravado seems somewhat diminished. “May I join you?” he asks, and when you wiggle just a little bit to the side and pat the newly gained space next to you, his smile widens again. He lets himself sink down next to you and you are overwhelmed by how much you like the smell of his shower gel, mixed with just a hint of sweat and ocean breeze. Delicious.

It takes some arranging, but the two of you are finally comfortable side by side, your drinks secured in the sand, Chan crossing his arms behind his head and gazing up into the night sky. You can hear Hare giggle behind you as, by the sound of it, Hyunjin falls off a beanbag.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable, but you still decide to break it – after all, you want to get to know this delectable specimen better. “So, is this what Christmas usually looks like for you?” you ask.

Chan glances over at you and holds your gaze. Man, you really want to sink into those eyes. “The party’s a tradition,” he explains. “We always host it.”

“We?” You sit up a tiny bit, edging just a little bit closer, and from the way his body shifts towards you, you can feel that he welcomes the change. Your bare leg brushes against his and the skin-on-skin contact makes you antsy, but in a good way. This is exciting – the two of you both know where this will lead, but the timeline is yet unknown, ready to be discovered.

Chan nods. “The lifeguards. Hyunjin and I both work at this beach.”

You process the info quickly and file it away under the category “hot”. “That’s extremely cool,” is what you say, though. “Very responsible.”

The man seems to be blushing a bit and you love how his cool behaviour falls away when he’s being himself. It’s endearing. “I am a huge ocean enthusiast. I am actually currently writing my dissertation on various measures that could be taken to effectively clean the ocean, you know, to remove all of the microplastic. I’m trying to create a filter that can be produced cheaply and applied across all water temperatures.”

Your mouth actually hangs wide open at this. “So, you’re hot AND super smart?!” you blurt out. “That hardly seems fair!”

Chan smirks at this, but there is no denying that he is flattered and cajoled. “And you haven’t even seen me bench press yet,” he jokes.

You laugh. “I’d love to, though,” you say, more serious than you mean to be.

He grins widely. “Well, if you’ll have any more of those cocktails, maybe I’ll have to carry you back later.”

It’s a joke, you both know it, but you notice the exact moment where you both think about him picking you up and maybe pinning you up against a wall. The mood shifts for a moment, it feels less playful and more explicit. The silence is heavy, almost alive with an electric current.

Chan clears his throat. “You haven’t told me yet what a beautiful publicist from overseas is doing in Australia at Christmas.”

Thankful for the distraction, you tell him about the trip, about your job, and as you sip your respective drinks, you establish a shared love for TV shows, bubble tea, colourful hair, non-spicy foods. If this were a first date, it would be absolutely amazing, but sadly, this can’t be a first date, because in less than seventy-two hours, you will be on your way back, and you are severely jetlagged, having arrived only today, and this will merely be a three-day-thing, if at all. You try not to be sad about this, but it’s hard.

Chan seems to sense your distress. “Is everything all right?” he queries, using his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile. “Yeah. I was just thinking that I’d love to not leave in three days.” This feels like way too big a confession for this casual hook-up, but somehow, simultaneously, it also feels just right.

He seems to contemplate this, then takes your hand. “Want me to show you my lifeguard hut? You can see pretty far from up there.” It’s a distraction, but it’s working, so you nod and smile at him. Chan pulls you to your feet and just as you turn to tell Hare where you're intending to go, you can see her sitting in Hyunjin’s lap, making out with him. Shrugging, you turn back to Chan – after all, you can both access each other’s locations on your phones and Hare knows how to handle a dude. “You know,” you say boldly, “This could be us.”

Chan pulls you after him, towards the lifeguard station. “Oh, don’t worry,” he says with casualness that makes you shiver in anticipation, “it will be.”

…

Chan’s workspace is actually more elaborate than you anticipated. It’s a little hut on a raised platform so he can seek shelter from the sun while watching the ocean. The bottom of the steps is sealed for the night with a chain-link fence so unauthorized or drunk people won’t be tempted to climb up, but Chan produces a key from a chain around his neck and unlocks it so you can access the platform. You go first, but he keeps his hand on your lower back, steadying you, and you have to admit you like it.

Upon arriving at the top, you are greeted by a few solar lanterns glowing in the dark, illuminating your surroundings. You are maybe four metres up above the ground, but everything – the party goers down the beach, the music, the noise – seems miles away. The only thing you can feel is the wind and Chan’s warm hand against your side, and then there is the glorious sound of the sea. The lanterns also reveal that the chair Chan must usually spend his days in is folded up against the railing, replaced by a picknick blanket and a few throw-pillows. You turn to meet his eyes, into this half-embrace he has going on, and his hand finds your lower back again, pressing you softly to his firm chest. “Did you prepare this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Chan does have the decency to blush. “I was hoping our night would go this way, I must admit.”

Briefly, the thought that Chan must do this all the time, that this must be his move, makes an appearance, but you actually don’t really care to slut-shame the man. Good for him, he is hot and sweet AND smart, you hope that he has lots of amazing sex, but tonight, preferably with you.

You take it all in – the waves crashing against the sand, the darkness softened by the glow of the lanterns, Chan’s huge hand splayed across your lower back, his scent, his face just inches from yours. “Can I kiss you?” you ask.

Chan briefly closes his eyes before opening them. There is a tiny smile on his lips. “Please,” he whispers. And so, you slowly, anticipation rising in your gut, close the distance and softly place your lips against his. Your first thought is how soft they are as you slowly move, placing your hands against his chest, then sliding them upwards, holding his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Chan tastes of beer and chewing gum, but you don’t mind, you don’t have the capacity to think as his tongue touches yours and suddenly, this isn’t slow anymore, this is heat and lust and want and need. Chan’s hands are still at your lower waist, but from the way he is pressing you against him, you can tell that he wants to touch you, he is just too chivalrous to give in to his passion. You grab hold of one of his hands and place it very deliberately against your bum cheek as you pull his lower lip between your teeth and bite. Chan groans into your mouth, his left hand joining his right on your ass, and then he is lifting you up, pressing you against the railing, thoroughly devouring your mouth all the while.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and one of his hands slides down to touch your bare thigh while he breaks the kiss, pressing his lips to your throat, nibbling, licking, sucking. A moan escapes you, and you can feel him hardening in his pants. Without waiting for him to do it, you pull your shirt off so you’re just in your bikini top, and Chan immediately shifts your weight onto the railing and his left arm so he can slide his hand under the fabric and play with your nipples. At the first slight touch, you are already whining, arching into the touch, and Chan’s chuckle is half mean, half adoring as he watches you respond to him. With your bikini top askew, you feel that the clothing ratio between the two of you is a little unfair, so you pull at his shirt, and he actually stops teasing you for long enough so you can get it off of him. Unfortunately, you don’t have long to admire his physique, because as soon as the offending garment is discarded onto the floor, Chan leans forward to capture one of your nipples between his lips, and your moan is much throatier this time, needier, and you can feel Chan shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he breathes against your chest, making you shudder as the air hits your wet nipple.

“I want you, too,” you admit, stroking your hand across his pecs and earning another groan. “Can you take me like this? Up against the railing?”

Chan arches an eyebrow. “You want me to rail you against the railing?”

You groan at the dad joke, but, for once, not in pleasure. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yup. And speaking of right into…” He slides one hand into your shorts, going straight for your pussy and parting your lower lips with his forefinger so that any protest you had against his stupid pun dies on your lips. “Fuck, you are so wet,” he sighs. “I’d love to stretch you out with my cock.”

You cock your head to the side. “So why don’t you, then?”

At that dare, Chan crashes his lips to yours and your tongues dance wildly together as he slowly strokes your clit with his fingers, making you gasp into the kiss, before abruptly breaking away. “Fuck, let me just grab a condom real quick,” he says as he puts you down gently, placing an almost sweet kiss against your lips before approaching a bag that you didn’t notice earlier. You quickly discard your shorts and bikini bottoms; now only in your bikini top, you lean against the railing and watch the shoulders in Chan’s back work deliciously as he bends over, searches his bag and finally grabs a foil package before slipping it into the pockets of his shorts. Then he joins you again, scooping you up in his strong arms. You seize the opportunity to hold onto them and stroke them as he lifts you again and captures your lips in another scorching kiss. Your wet core presses against his naked lower abs, and Chan moans at the feeling. He lowers you just a little bit, grinding his still-clothed cock against your aching pussy as he presses kisses to your throat, your cleavage, any spot of bare skin he can reach.

“Please, Chan!” You might be begging at this point, but who cares, actually, he feels big and you want to see and especially feel if that’s the case. “I needed you inside of me like five minutes ago!” He stills, breathing heavily against your skin. “Fuck, okay,” he finally rasps after a moment of silence. “Hold on.”

You put your legs onto the railing, propping yourself up while Chan sheds his shorts and underwear, but not before grabbing the condom from his pocket. You watch as he tears open the package and rolls it over his indeed fairly large cock – it almost makes your mouth water and you promise yourself that before the night is over, it will literally make your mouth water.

Having finished his preparations, Chan steps back into the space between your legs, and you pull him closer. Your kiss is slower, more deliberate as he strokes his tongue against yours, tempting you, seducing you. And then his hard cock is pressed against you, and you shift, allowing him to press into you. Slowly, you feel yourself being filled, stretched by his girth, and you moan loudly as centimetre after centimetre disappears into your tight pussy. Unconsciously, you try to shift away from the intrusion, but Chan’s hands on your hips hold you steady, so you can do nothing but give in and take it. Chan’s tongue is back on your nipple, distracting you from the stretch by stimulating you sweetly, and the way he groans against your skin, muttering how amazing you feel, how tight your little pussy is, how good you are being for him, turns you on even further so that you use your heels to pull him closer, pull him in more quickly.

Finally, when he’s fully inside of you, he comes back up to kiss you, the movement causing him to shift inside you, making you both gasp. You are completely naked, completely out in the open, you realise, and still, this moment is intimate, like you are the only two people left in the world. It’s uncomfortable, rushed, risky – and somehow still perfect.

Chan is visibly trembling with the effort of holding still. “Can I move?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your neck as he kisses you softly, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

You cups his cheek so he’ll meet your eyes. When he does, you say, “Fuck me.”

His pupils dilate, and Chan doesn’t need to be told twice before he pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in with a force that knocks the breath out of you. Before you can recover, he does it again, setting a relentless rhythm, and you are caged between his body and the railing, his thrusts an assault to your very being, but in the best way possible. His body is blazing in the cool night air, keeping you warm as he worships your body, stroking you, kissing you, licking you, fucking you. And even though your weight must take its toll on him, he doesn’t show it, doesn’t let up, pushing into you again and again, filling you, taking you. You are both trying to keep it down, so your heavy breathing can be covered by the sound of the waves, but you would not bet on it working.

He bites your shoulder, suppressing a groan. “I won’t last long, baby, you feel too good. But don’t worry, I’ll make you come as many times as you want tonight. I’ll eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.” You moan, nodding, as he once again sucks a nipple into his mouth. “That’s fair,” you breathe, and Chan chuckles as he seems to again redouble his efforts, railing you against the railing as his breaths become groans rising in pitch until he bites down on your shoulder once more, stilling inside of you.

The two of you stay locked in your embrace for a moment longer, your breaths calming, before Chan tenderly kisses you as he pulls out. Scooping you up into his arms, he lays you down on the blanket and finally removes your bikini top. Drinking in your naked form in the better light provided by the lanterns, Chan strokes his hands up your sides. “There is just something about you that makes it utterly impossible for me to keep my hands to myself,” he says almost wistfully, and then he is between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs, nuzzling into them, licking his way up to where you need him. Finally, his tongue is on your clit, and he slides two fingers inside of you, and despite the fact that you are deliciously sore from the thorough way he has just fucked you, this is exactly what you need. His tongue writes letters against your clit, every movement unexpected and all the more exciting for it, and the steady rhythm of him finger-fucking you pushes you closer and closer to the edge. God, he looks so good on his knees for you. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing him against you, and the way he groans into your pussy makes you bite back a moan as well, biting your hand to muffle your sounds of pleasure. Your orgasm crashes over you like the waves below you, unrelenting and unavoidable, and you remove your hand, letting Chan hear your high-pitched moans.

Chan stills his hand to feel the contractions around his fingers, but continues to kitten-lick your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you still, shaking from the stimulation. Only then does he press a handful of kisses to your lower belly and move to join you on the blanket properly, propped up on his side on one elbow, pulling you close and pecking your cheek repeatedly until you turn to slowly, lazily, kiss him. His hand strokes your side again. “That was… Pretty fucking great,” he reminisces, and you can’t help but giggle at the verdict.

“It was,” you agree, dragging your nails up Chan’s veiny forearm, making him shiver. For a moment, the sound of the waves is the only thing you hear. “And you’re here for three more days?” Chan asks, a serious note in his playful tone.

You continue to feel his muscular arms as you nod. “That’s right. Why?”

Chan shrugs – awkwardly, given his current position. “Oh, nothing,” he dismisses the question. “I was just contemplating how often I can fuck you in three days.”

A slow grin spreads across your face. “I’d wager that a low to medium double-digit number could be achieved, don’t you agree?”

Chan’s face mirrors your expression. “Do you want to make a bet?” You shrug. “I’d rather suck your cock.” His expression is a mixture of shyness and surprise before it takes on a devilish note. “Well, in that case,” he says, his hand sliding to cup your arse, "be my guest."

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skzgram · 6 months

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#bang chan #stray kids #231018 #gnabnahc #ig story

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hyuniyz · 2 years

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SKZ AS BOYFRIENDS

PAIRING. stray kids!bf x female!reader

GENRE. fluff

🗒 NOTES. i am so sorry for the small post 😟 but here’s something while i finish up my exams!! also maxident is so good 😭 im getting the heart version delivered soon im so excited ‼️

bangchan ( 방찬 )

★ best boyfriend me thinks

★ very protective but never overdoes it. he just makes sure you know that he’ll be there for you in case of anything.

★ always makes sure you’ve eaten etc

★ keeps you entertained even when he’s at work because he’ll update you about everything 😭

★ “oh han’s tackling felix rn” “they’re on the floor” “felix is screaming i’m tired” yeah you get to experience the chaos first hand

★ he regularly invites you over to the studio no matter how many times you protest that you fall asleep he doesn’t budge. he just needs you with him while he finishes up on some songs.

★ doesn’t say it out loud but he thinks he can really focus on and wrap up songs but only when you’re there

lee know ( 리노 )

★ he’s everything you could ask for as a bf

★ he’ll make you laugh, make you cry out of happiness and so easily have you absolutely smitten

★ you get to experience everything with him

★ he’ll take you to dance with him very often but you guys only play around until your stomach hurts from laughing

★ focuses a lot on your interests and if it’s something new/he doesn’t know about it, he’ll do his research so you guys can talk about it together ❤️‍🩹

★ YOU BOTH GO TO CAT CAFÉS TOGETHER !! i can’t stress this enough

changbin ( 창빈 )

★ he loves spending quality time together!! so he’s always looking for new activities you guys could do

★ regularly takes you to his workout sessions if sometimes you just sit and do nothing

★ he believes in his haste to impress you he completes the workout quicker 😭

★ always asks for your opinion on their songs! he does it mainly because he knows you only have positive feedback so it boosts his ego. but he also does it because he loves how excited you get while complimenting all components of the song.

★ he’s mainly big on pda and has a hand on you at all times wether at your shoulder,back, waist or your thigh.

★ he really adores just how small you are compared to him, so while cuddling he’ll sometimes cover your entire body with his, or he’ll marvel at the fact that your entire hand can completely be encased by his much larger one.

★ smothers you at every chance he gets 😟 does not care for his image he will snuggle into you when he’s tired don’t doubt him

hyunjin ( 현진 )

★ your perfect art boyfriend

★ i feel like he’d mainly show his love for you through handmade gifts like paintings etc

★ invites you with him while he finishes on a painting so he can enjoy the way you compliment his talent –he’s a sucker for compliments

★ HAS SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU

★ he loves when he’s scrolling through his camera roll and all of a sudden he sees a picture of you

★ all the memories come back 🥹

★ swears up and down his favourite and most happiest memories are with you <33

han ( 한 )

★ your no.1 source of entertainment

★ it’s never a dull moment with him tbh 😭

★ especially if you manage to match his energy he’ll be even more hyped up!

★ ruins his image just to get a smile from you <3 very dedicated

★ he’ll have his soft, calm bf moments too though

★ he’ll be there to hold you if it has been a particularly tiring day

★ basically like a warm blanket

★ enjoys the rare serene moments he gets to spend w you 🫶🏻

★ adores you truly and doesn’t bother to deny it even if the members tease him like hell

★ “aww!! our han’s in love :D!!,” “chan hyung, i will yeet your laptop,”

felix ( 용복 )

★ sunshine

★ felix would ruin other men for you

★ like after him you’re standards are way too high

★ he’s just so endearing

★ loves spending time with you

★ HE LOVES WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIM 😭

★ blushes so quickly

★ like it’ll just be a normal “you smell nice today babe”

★ and suddenly felix is a red tomato while he rambles about how he ‘picked that perfume because he thought you would like it’

★ your emotional support system 🫶🏻

seungmin ( 승민 )

★ very attentive as a boyfriend

★ like he remembers even the smallest detail you mentioned casually

★ it’s so endearing when you’re talking about something and then all of a sudden he goes “oh yeah i remember, you told me already,” 🥹??? it’s not only me right

★ he’s very good at knowing how you feel

★ like if you’re in a position where you can’t voice out how uncomfortable you are, one look at your face will tell you and he’s already pulling you away

★ very much acts like a mother

★ wipes your face after you’re done eating, fixes your hair, kneels down to fix your untied laces

★ YOU GET ALL THE SMILES!! like whenever he’s with you he can’t control how big he smiles or how loud he laughs

★ loves you very much ofc

jeongin ( 아이엔 )

★ you guys are the best dressed couple !!

★ he makes sure you’re always matching somehow

★ he’s a really sweet bf

★ does all the typical relationship stuff

★ will buy you flowers randomly, brings you coffee/your favourite snack whenever he sees you

★ thinks about you a lot!! that’s why you’ll sometimes get random “i love you” or i miss yous during the day <3

★ GIGGLES RANDOMLY ???

★ like for no reason, he’s lying down beside you snuggled in your chest and just randomly starts.. giggling and blushing 😦⁉️

★ babygirlism in his veins it’s true 😔

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Good Morning!

How is he even real.. 😍

-going to post the next chapter of Young Gods soon

-you can find the master list here : Young Gods

-also going to start my first skz x reader or skz imagine tonight

-taking requests!

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skzoologist · 6 months

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word count: ~4.3k, roughly 550-600 words per member

warnings: Bae has a bad mental day in the Jisung one, but it is not described in depth; Bae yells at someone in the last one

genre: slight angst, but mostly fluff and comfort

a/n: Of course I can, thank you very much for the cute ask! I hope this is what you wanted, have fun reading! It was honestly a bit hard to write, because Bae has such a strong martyr syndrome, so he never asks for help and rarely does he get sick, this idiot.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bang Chan:

The band was filming something for STAY, which wouldn’t surprise anyone. They were always working on something, new albums, interviews, award shows, all kinds of things.

This time they were all gathered in a room to film, clothed comfortably as they just chatted with their fans and each other. No dancing, singing or anything, just harmless chatting and fooling around, maybe some cheeky hinting at future albums or things STAY could look forward to.

And just as usual, Bae sat there between Chan and Hyunjin, silent. Not that he had to be, of course, no one forced him, but he loved letting the others speak and just listen to them. It was calming for him, and talking a lot just wasn’t in his nature. He added in his own thoughts and comments here and there, answering a few questions occasionally.

But sometimes, sometimes the others’ chatter and yelling became too much to bear, his mind becoming hazy and chaotic. Words would make less and less sense to him, the syllables turning into simple noise that grated against his eardrums. Every yell or shout pounded into his skull, as if someone was actively stabbing the squishy organ.

This didn’t happen often, but when it did, he tried his best to hide it.

Bae was never one to ask for help, always wanting to solve everything on his own, thinking that the moment he would ask for help, he would become a burden. Thus, he remained seated there, lips slightly pursed and a hand tugging at his ear that was hidden by his long hair. He would always do this unconsciously, the notion slightly easing the pain and confusion residing in his skull.

A hand gently grabbed his, tugging it away from the raw skin underneath his fingers. His head was led towards a shoulder, his pained ear pressed onto skin and fabric. His other ear was covered by a hand, the thumb slowly caressing the hair around it.

That unbearable noise became quieter, as if he was further away from it, everything now muffled and more tolerable. The hold on him was tender, as if the smallest of wrong moves would shatter him.

Even without glancing up, Bae knew it was Chan who held him so carefully. Only one person did this, quietly humming for him so he could focus on the vibrations that left Chan’s chest. His overwhelmed mind was grateful, immediately latching onto that quiet buzzing and focusing only on that.

The chaos decreased around him, no doubt the result of that shushing sound he’d heard just a few seconds ago. It was probably Minho, his other hyung who always came to his rescue whenever this happened.

“How’re ya, baby?” - Chan’s pleasantly low voice asked, urging Bae to hum in response.

He was definitely feeling better, his jumbled mind able to focus on what someone was saying, but he remained there anyway. Bae would never admit it out loud, but he felt the safest in Chan’s arms, as if nothing could harm him.

His hyung let out an airy laugh and squeezed his shoulder, only holding him tighter. It was all Bae could ever ask for, a gentle distraction from his failing mind. From the outside, it just looked like he was cuddling with Chan, so it was the perfect solution.

And for the rest of the live, Bae remained seated there, leaning against a dimple-smiled Chan who held him happily.

Lee Know:

That day in particular wasn’t any different than the others. Everyone woke up at the crack of dawn, ready to start their schedule after -hopefully- throwing something into their stomachs.

Bae was no different, starting his day at the gym to get into shape for their tour. An hour or two later, he was done, absolutely sure he would be sore the next day. After a quick shower he hopped over to the company, only to go to singing practice.

They wanted him to hit a higher note, something that he couldn’t get just right. So they had him try again and again, his throat sore and head hurting. It took him an embarrassing amount of time, but he finally hit that note, the coach letting him go for the day. It was a good thing too, because with how long he took, he had to go straight to dance practice, unless he wanted to be yelled at.

Bae ran there as fast as he could, his breathing heavy as he opened the door and found everyone already inside, ready to start. They smiled at him, standing up and getting into formation. He followed their examples, getting into place and dancing when the music started, even though the room felt too bright, painfully so.

But it seemed like it wasn't his day, as he only kept messing things up. His vision had black spots swimming in it, his mouth felt dry no matter how much he drank. No amount of blinking helped him either, half his vision already gone, making it really hard to see the others or even the wall-sized mirror in front of him.

“Bae, you either get yourself together or leave.” - it was Minho’s voice, prompting Bae to look in his direction. “With the tour on our necks, we really can’t afford anyone lazing around. So fucking try harder!”

Minho was becoming extremely agitated, his voice loud and snappy. Bae understood why, knowing fully well that his hyung was simply saying the truth, so he just nodded in response.

“Look into my eyes when I’m talking to you.”

Bae really tried, he truly did. But no matter how much he looked, he could only see a part of Minho’s face, everything else was covered by darkness. His head was starting to develop a dull pain too, slowly growing stronger by the minute.

“Hey, Bae. Bae, can you see me? Jagi, say something.” - his hyung’s voice immediately softened, his face held in careful hands. Yet, he could only stand there, gulping air greedily with swimming vision, even though he'd closed his eyes a while ago.

“Shit, he’s having a migraine.” - that was all it took for him to be lifted up and quickly taken away from that horribly bright room.

Only when he was gently laid down onto a bed did he manage to pry his eyes open, wincing at the pressure that built behind his eyelids and skull. It throbbed relentlessly, as if something wanted to burst out of there.

“I left out water for you on your nightstand, please drink as much as you can. Your phone’s there too, call us if you need anything, like always. We’ll be back soon, just try and sleep it away.” - with the sensation of lightly cold fingers fluttering over his forehead and pushing away some stray strands of hair in their wake, Bae heard the door to his room close as both his hyungs left, whispering to not worsen his headache.

Seo Changbin:

Everyone knew Bae was careful when it came to dance practice, even the managers and the other workers.

So imagine their surprise when they witnessed Bae twisting his ankle first-hand, all because he didn’t want to accidentally collide into another member.

No, it was usually Bae who was the first to assess damage when something happened, the first one to help and calm everyone down. And somehow, he did that even when he himself was injured, holding a slightly shaking Jisung’s hand and patting a freaking out Felix on the head. It wasn’t like it was a big injury, no, it turned out to be a simple sprained ankle, one that would heal in a few weeks.

At least Bae thought so, unlike everyone else, who babied and pampered him endlessly.

“Binnie, I just wanted to grab some water…” - he sighed out, but no malice was in it. “You must not move a single muscle while I’m here, your knight in shining armour!” - came the loud reply, Changbin soon appearing with a big glass of water in front of his patient.

Bae could only sigh and accept it wordlessly, watching as the little dwaekki’s eyes shined with what could only be identified as pride.

Why?

Well, for some unknown reason Changbin nominated himself as Bae’s personal assistant, ready to help in anything. In anything. Bae wanted to grab something? It was in his hands in the blink of an eye. He wanted to go somewhere? Changbin immediately knelt down before him, ready to give him the piggyback ride of his life.

“You do know I can walk with crutches, right?” “What crutches?”

That was the other thing, he kept asking the poor doctor for crutches, only for them to disappear the next day. He wasn’t that stupid -unlike the members of baboracha-, he knew it was this little dwaekki’s doing. Bae was on the verge of giving up, letting Changbin have his way. The man was way too stubborn for his tired mind.

The sound of a door opening could be heard, Chan and Hyunjin striding through.

“How you doin’, baby?” - Chan asked in a singsong voice, giggling as Bae just glared at him in return.

Hyunjin merely dramatically draped himself over Bae’s uninjured side, making sure to snuggle up to him extra hard. Bae’s face contorted, protesting against this unfair treatment. But no matter how hard he pushed the younger away, Hyunjin always came back and latched onto his immobile form. Chan also joined in on the fun, ruffling up his hair and leaning against the back of the couch.

“I’m glad you’re in high spirits, but don’t forget to go to the photoshoot in an hour. Take Changbin with you, I don’t want you to worsen your injury.”

Bae nodded at that, knowing fully well that he most probably had no choice in the matter anyway.

And how right he was.

That hour rolled by, his form smothered in the others’ and his ears still ringing with their teasing and giggling. Somehow he got free from them, only to have Changbin carry him to his room and help him get ready. He really didn’t need help, but he couldn’t fight the man off, it was like trying to push a giant rock with a broken hand.

So, with heated cheeks, he was finally ready to go, only to witness the dwaekki rush in front of him after he himself got ready as well, kneeling down.

“No.” “Yes.” “No, Bin.” “Yes Bin.”

Bae groaned as he dragged a hand down his face, praying that no camera would catch them like this. With a heavy heart, he climbed onto Changbin’s back and buried his head into his neck, listening to his delighted giggles as he ran out of the dorm.

Hwang Hyunjin:

They were doing a live for their fans, listening to music and chilling while chatting. It was the usual shebang, everyone joking around and teasing each other.

While Bae was quiet, like usual, he was somehow even more out of it that day.

He didn’t comment on almost anything, he didn’t give any of them a criminal side eye when they acted like their usual gay self, nothing. It was a bit troubling, something that even a few fans noticed.

In all honesty, Bae was just a bit under the weather for no particular reason. He woke up tired, as if someone took him off the charger halfway through the night.

That remaining energy only diminished as he went through with his day, now seemingly nearing its end. He tried to mask it up, but it felt nearly impossible.

Bae desperately hoped that no one would notice his damp spirits, but his prayers weren’t heard.

Hyunjin moved next to his standing form -because they were all huddled up, watching a clip-, a hip bumping into his. He glanced at the younger next to him, seeing him start to lightly dance around, a little habit of his. So he ignored him, focusing back onto the clip–

Another bump. Then another and another, until he finally looked at the perpetrator, who just flashed a cheeky little smile his way. Bae couldn’t stop the slight upwards curve of his mouth, especially when Hyunjin took his hands and started dancing harder, forcing Bae to join him in his shenanigans.

They swayed together, spun around, even as the music ended and another took its place. No, Hyunjin didn’t let up, not until he heard Bae’s soft laughter, until he saw the older smile so wide his eyes turned into little crescent moons.

Sometime along Felix and Jisung joined in, fooling around and filling the place with laughter. The remaining members either took some photos or filmed them, having the time of their lives watching this rare moment.

Bae didn’t notice them until it was all too late, his breath short and lungs greedily demanding more air. He stopped with a Hyunjin draped over his shoulders, his cheeks hurting from the smile he formed. Slowly, his mind catched up to what he had done, his eyes settling on the camera and the zooming chat, the latter filled with comments on how cute he and everyone was. His skin flushed red, something everyone caught before he hid behind his hands.

“Come on, don’t hide, you were so cute while dancing!” - Hyunjin whined over his shoulder, no doubt enjoying the situation.

Bae merely shook his head, unable to face anyone, especially the camera and their fans behind it.

“You never really dance with me, what’s this!” - Changbin started protesting, soon joined by several other members. “Yah, he’s right, are you playing favourites now?” - it was Minho this time, his typical cheshire smile dancing on his lips.

Bae couldn’t form an answer, too flustered and mortified. The members and the staff all laughed, watching as Hyunjin walked in front of Bae and turned him away from the camera, hugging him. He let Bae bury his face into his neck, swaying from side to side gently to the rhythm of the music.

“Thank you.” - Bae whispered it out, but even over the chaos, Hyunjin heard it, bringing a gentle smile to his lips.

Han Jisung:

Waking up felt useless. Getting out of bed was even more useless.

Why should he bother, when his efforts were wasted, only his faults pointed out? Why should he even try at that point?

None of it mattered.

Those were the thoughts circling around in Bae’s head, his sad form engulfed in his blanket, his room plunged into darkness. It was way past his alarms, the time nearing noon. He was lucky to not have anything on his schedule that day, besides his own training and practices. This way he wasn’t causing trouble for anyone else for not appearing, something that slightly eased his guilt and self-deprecating thoughts.

He could freely mop in his room, or at least, that was his plan.

The plan that was shattered when someone knocked on his door gently, the knob twisting and light pouring into the room once he gave no answer. He was facing away from the door, so he had no way of knowing who the intruder was. But it was better this way, they wouldn’t see his sorry state and how miserable he became.

The bed dipped next to him, only the quiet shuffling of clothes could be heard in the deafening silence.

“Why are you here?” - Bae grated out, his voice rough from the lack of use. “Felix texted me.” - Jisung answered, because of course it was him.

The boy had a keen sense of Bae’s mood, always knowing when he was having a bad mental day. It was both reassuring and frightening.

None of them talked after that, just merely existed in the same space. It was as peaceful as it was suffocating.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Silence greeted Jisung, his question remaining unanswered. But he didn’t huff, whine or ask it again, no, the boy just slid up against the headboard and made himself comfortable. No talking, prying, nothing. Only their soft breathing could be heard and the soft taps as Jisung was no doubt messing around on his phone.

Bae remained lying there, guilt eating away at him like a slow-working poison. He knew Jisung had his schedule full, the boy needing to be at a photoshoot. But no, instead he was sitting in his room, dealing with his sorry ass.

“I know what you’re thinking, and no, there was a technical problem with the cameras, so my shooting was rescheduled. So don’t even think like that, aegi.” - Jisung’s voice was soft, yet stern.

Bae wasn’t sure if it was the truth or the sweet lie he needed to be told to feel better. Either way, he accepted it, because he had no choice. Not unless he wanted to completely break down in front of his quokka.

A soft melody started filling the room, completely unprompted. It came from Jisung’s direction, the song immediately recognised by Bae as a Howl’s Moving Castle OST. It gave his mind something to focus on, instead of his spiralling thoughts that were eating him alive.

Han Jisung knew him too well, to a scary amount.

To the point where he took Bae into his hold without missing a beat the moment Bae moved towards him. He also knew of that specific motion that calmed him down, his touch soft and gentle. He also knew not to pry, not to shush him or whisper sweet nothing into his ear. No, he knew Bae merely needed to be held, to be hummed to softly.

Han Jisung knew him too well, but he cherished it.

Lee Felix:

They had a rough day, filming shot after shot, busy making the new MV for their upcoming album. This time Bae had a bit more role than the others, being the one who was put into the spotlight. He himself wasn’t sure why, because usually it was Felix or Hyunjin who got this role.

But, he wasn’t about to complain, so he just quietly did as he was told, following the instructions quietly and cursing silently when something wasn’t right and they had to reshoot it.

He was on his last thread, ready to roll over and die when the staff members announced that they were done, telling him he did a good job and everyone was ready to go home. The other members were already gone, having finished an hour or two ago, no doubt already ready for bed and relaxing -except Chan, he knew how the man could get-.

Bae collected the remains of his strength and said goodbye to all the staff, wishing them goodnight and helping a bit where he could. They only let him linger for a few minutes, soon shooing him away with gentle smiles, no doubt seeing how tired the idol was.

So, he changed clothes and went on his merry way to his dorm, the ride silent and never ending. But eventually, he was in the elevator, the little ding letting him know he was ready to step out shortly. His long legs carried him to the correct door sluggishly, his body feeling heavy and useless.

Bae only wanted to take a hot shower and fall into his bed, but his plan failed before it could even take form.

The moment he stepped foot into their dorm, Felix was there, greeting him with a gentle smile and a gentler voice. The younger took his bag and put it away, leading him to the bathroom after he took his jacket and shoes off.

A steaming bath awaited him, the water smelling sweet and heavenly. Felix didn’t say a word, just pushed Bae into the room and closed the door. Now, Bae was confused, never doubt that, but he was also too tired to question anything, so he just accepted it and took off his clothes. The water was just the right temperature, relaxing his sore muscles and lulling him into a blissful state.

When he caught himself slightly nodding off, the scent of rose and hibiscus like a lullaby, he got out of the bath and dried himself. His fluffy pyjamas were already there, no doubt the work of the young aussie. With a smile on his face, he put it on, the plush fabric engulfing his form comfortably, like the hug of a pillow.

Sauntering out, he was quickly led away by Felix once more, this time towards their living room. Everyone else was there, already piled up on the couch and seats. The young boy led him to an empty space, sitting down and urging him to take a seat next to him. Bae obliged, his tired mind not even thinking about the prospect of arguing.

That was why he even let the freckled boy make him lay down, leading his head into his lap. Nimble fingers immediately tangled into his hair, playing with the strands and massaging the skin. A blissful sigh left Bae’s form, his eyes closing in delight. There was a movie going on the TV, everyone watching it, but he didn’t care at that moment.

Felix’s touch was too relaxing, lulling him into a tranquil headspace, soon plunging him into the land of dreams.

Kim Seungmin and Yang Jeongin:

Bae was obviously frustrated with himself that day, it was written in the slight dip in his brows and the forceful moves he kept repeating in front of the wall-sized mirror. Nothing was good for him, even though to the naked eye, he had already perfected that same move 2 hours ago.

At least that was what Jeongin thought, his gaze plastered on his hyung’s agitated form as he watched the man restart the song yet again. It was an endlessly repeating hellish cycle, one that increasingly worried the maknae.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he stepped away from the windowed door and walked a bit further down the hall, taking out his phone and calling someone. It didn’t take long for the other to pick it up, groggy voice greeting him from the other side.

“Hey, you need to come back to the company. Dal hyung is still practicing.”

That was all it took for the other to understand the severity of the situation, his voice perking up in alert.

“I’ll be right there, don’t go in alone.” - the call ended, Jeongin pocketing his phone and anxiously waiting around.

He never liked when this was happening, it always felt like playing with fire. His hyung would never intentionally hurt any of them, but he could get so consumed by his own self-hatred and perfectionism that it would be impossible to get him to stop.

Not without someone getting hurt, albeit not physically.

But Jeongin didn’t need to ponder for much longer, Seungmin’s form approaching his in the corridor. They nodded at each other and back to that door they went, the only one that had light and music pouring out of it still. With bated breaths they opened it, walking in until Bae noticed them.

But even then, he didn’t stop.

“Hyung, you need to stop.” - it was Seungmin, the braver of the two.

Bae merely shook his head, carding a hand through his hair in frustration.

“No, Hyung, really, stop for today, please. Your form is already perfect, please.” - Jeongin pleaded with him, desperate for this to come to an end.

Their pleas hit deaf ears, their hyung ignoring them and starting the choreography all over again. Seungmin had enough. He walked over to the sound system and paused the music, disconnecting Bae’s phone from it in the process.

Now that got his attention.

“Fuck, Seungmin, I said no!” - his voice was raised, his shoulders raising up and down as he was desperately gasping for air.

The room was silent, neither of them saying anything. It took Bae a few seconds to realise what he had done, regret immediately swallowing him whole.

“Shit, no, sorry, I didn’t mean to shout, Minnie, forgive me. I–” “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” “No, I’m so sorry, to both of you.” - Bae’s voice cracked at the end, his form engulfing Seungmin’s. “Ew, no, you’re all sweaty and gross!” - the younger playfully yelled as Bae merely laughed, going over to hug the maknae as well, no matter how much he protested. “Sweaty hugs aside, will you come back with us now?” - Jeongin asked, using his puppy eyes to make sure he would win.

With a silent sigh, Bae nodded, knowing he wouldn’t win against these two anyway. After he quickly packed his stuff together, the three were on their way back to the dorms.

“Dal hyung, you’re too harsh on yourself. I saw you perform that choreo 6 times back to back and there was nothing wrong with it, and I’m not saying this only to make you feel better. You’re blinded by your chase for perfection, missing it when it’s right under your nose.” - Jeongin’s confident words were loud in the quiet halls, robbing Bae’s attention away. “Sometimes you have to let up and take a step back, Hyung. There are times when the solution is that, to just take a rest. If not for yourself, then for us.” - this time it was Seungmin, the puppy’s words filled with emotion.

Bae just walked with them silently, but their words cut deep. He didn’t even realise that they were already at their destination, the two youngest already out of their shoes.

“You can crash at us tonight, I already told the old man. Take a shower and sleep, Hyung. We’re watchin’ you.”

The oldest couldn’t help but laugh at that, ruffling his maknaes hair as he walked by them, uttering a silent thanks.

He was truly blessed to have such attentive members by his side.

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