#Why can’t stays accept that Woojin is innocent?

[sweetasmarie]

I hate how hard it is to find some Kim Woojin fanfictions and even imagines. Like it’s been 4 years. He is innocent. Are people worried they will catch on fire if they write about him?

#kim woojin #woojin #Woojin soloist #kpop #Kim Woojin x reader #Why can’t stays accept that Woojin is innocent?

[luvknow]

priceless | bang chan [1/2]

genre: rich kid!chan x fem!reader feat. rich kid!felix & rick kid!woojin ; friends-to-lovers ; fluff ; angst ; alcohol consumption ; crazy rich asians inspired summary: lucky you, you fall for the rich and powerful bang chan that every woman has their eyes on and he likes you back! but you get a taste of the luxurious life they all live in and you realize that someone like you isn’t meant to be with someone like him. wc: 12.9k a/n: two parts cuz this woulda been like 20k and i’m tired lol enjoy!

PART 2/2

Love at first sight was a horrendous idea. The thought of falling for someone the second your eyes met was absolutely terrifying. Of course this wasn’t exactly how it worked, but it sounded like sorcery, didn’t it? At least to Chan it did. He asked his father one time what it meant to feel so enamored by someone simply from the first encounter and he replied with,

“That’s just Hollywood mumbo-jumbo! Love takes time and it will come naturally, not right at the start. Love is patient. Just look at me - I’m patient with your mother all the time!”

So instead of expecting a spark with every person he met, Chan didn’t bother and let his feelings develop naturally. With every girlfriend he’s ever had, he let his heart take the lead and his mind, body, and soul followed shortly after.

Then he met you. Everything he knew about falling love went out the window. With you, love was not patient, nor was it kind, nor was it anything close to how it should ‘develop naturally’. It was a bullet train that hit Chan without remorse, crumbling every word and memory about what he thought love was supposed to be. It was unforgiving, with you two spending your entire college careers together as he watched you smile whenever you got your food, witnessed the stars in your eyes on your weekend nights together, and took note of the way your brows furrowed cutely when you were focused. The worst was when he had to sit there and listen about the guy you went on a date with or took back to your place. Love was truly unfair, and yes, he wasn’t so innocent on his side either, but how else was he supposed to distract himself from you? Surely partly-meaningless but healthy relationships with other women was much healthier than drowning in alcohol or whatever his inheritance-mooching friends did these days, wasn’t it?

Koi no yokan. It meant something along the lines of the type of feeling when you meet someone and you know that one day, you’ll fall in love with them. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but it was inevitable. Chan hoped that was the kind of feeling you had when you met him. He hoped - he even prayed! - that the day you two met, you looked at him and thought, ‘he’s the type of man I could see myself falling for endlessly one day. Absolutely, positively ardently.’

Even when everyone around him and his ancestors above knew that you two couldn’t possibly be together, he’d find a way. Bang Chan always found a way.

After one thousand four hundred sixty days, multiple meaningless flings, and a couple of diplomas later, Chan continued to wait for that day to come.

four years ago:

You met Chan through your classmate-turned-friend Felix. It all started with some stupid class that was some elective you didn’t care about with a Professor who still believed in assigning partners for projects because college students weren’t capable of doing work on their own. Lo and behold, you were paired up with Felix, who wore an impossible amount of hyped-up designer brands, some of which you haven’t even heard of before. Of course you thought you were stuck with some rich, snobby, stuck-up inheritance-hogging brat who only went to college and majored in business so he could upstage all the other rich kids in his Daddy’s social circle, making him look like he was better than the rest of them for earning his inheritance. Surprisingly, that wasn’t all true. He was definitely trying to be The Top Heir, but he wasn’t a total dick. He was actually pretty nice for someone with a zillion dollars. That was the start of a beautiful and dynamic friendship.

“I can’t believe that’s what you really thought of me!” Felix gasped, clutching his heart at your insult. You tried to shush him from the nosy customers in the coffee shop, but he didn’t care. “You can’t judge a book by its cover, _____.”

“How can I not when you’ve rubbed your worth in my face since day one?” You took his Gucci x SUPREME collab black wallet with the signature GG logo and a Kingsnake painted on it that held four of his very heavy credit cards and shoved it in his face like he did with you and his entire existence.

“Yo, chill! The friction isn’t good for the credit cards!”

“I’m sure you have your emergency billion dollars stashed up in your penthouse suite just in case.”

“Yeah, but I hate carrying cash, so stop it,” he whined, snatching his wallet back. His phone vibrated on the table. “Oh, he’s almost here.”

“Who?”

“One of my friends. He asked to borrow the Versace belt you love so much.”

“You have two dozen Versace belts,” you scoffed. “Which one?”

“The one with the Barocco print.”

“English, Felix, English.”

“The floral one.”

“Oh my God, he wants to borrow that six-hundred dollar color-clashing mess!? Shouldn’t you people with money have some sort of fashion sense?”

“You are so mean. Stereotyping ‘my people’ is not cool, _____. Not cool! And my fashion sense is A-1!” he scolded, poking you harshly with his embossed fountain pen. “Can you at least try to be nice to him when he comes? You’re always so distant when you meet my friends.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Remember when you met Changbin?”

“Changbin told me he wanted to fly me to Paris to wine and dine me and rent a room in the Palace of Versailles like a Diamond-Grade prostitute, of course I try to stay far away from him!”

“But isn’t that the nicest thing a guy has ever told you? Isn’t it tempting to want to say yes? If I were you, I would’ve taken the offer.”

“Not surprised.”

It was then an impossibly handsome guy walked through the door. That had to be him because all of Felix’s friends were hot, but it was hard to tell. He wasn’t wearing anything ostentatious that screamed he was born into money (unlike your buddy Felix) nor did he wear anything that even resembled expensive brands. He wore all black, and though some items were stamped SUPREME, you couldn’t tell or at least recognize any other brands he wore. His fluffy, curly hair, cut jawline, kind eyes, and a warm million-dollar smile let you know he wasn’t like Felix’s other friends at all.

“_____, this is Chan, a family friend of mine. Chan, this is _____, the sole reason I haven’t flunked school yet.”

Chan was raised to judge every person he met by their looks and what they wore - it was an old habit his parents and grandparents embroidered in his brain, like silver thread on fine silk, that he was trying to get rid of since he started college. You wore nothing that indicated you were either from old or new money, nothing that said anything about your family name or bloodline, and no jewelry that looked like you inherited your great-great grandmother’s jewels that were gifted to her by a Prince. You were ordinary - quite possibly one of the only ordinary people he’s met thus far at this school.

Yes, you were nothing special material-wise, but you were pain-painstakingly stunning. How was that possible? Maybe it was your cute nose, or your pink lips, or the adorable way your brow quirked that caught his attention. Your curious eyes met his wide ones, sending his heart up to his throat, stopping him from breathing. It took him a minute to realize you had your hand out, waiting for him to connect. Quickly and awkwardly, he took your hand in his and felt his heart drop back into his chest cavity. But now he was sweating.

The effect you had on him was dangerous.

“Nice to meet you,” you said politely for the sake of Felix’s plea. The boy only nodded silently, trying not to look too affected by your infectious, beautiful smile. Great, another weirdo, you thought. Why were all the rich kids in this school so fucking weird!? Maybe it was your fault for accepting a scholarship to one of the country’s most expensive schools.

“Here’s the belt you requested.” Felix pulled out the belt a unicorn vomited on and handed it to Chan, who had snapped out of his trance. Your disgusted look doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he’s afraid you’re judging his choice in accessories. He wondered what kind of style you liked if you didn’t like this belt because all the upperclassmen born into old money that had girls falling on their knees had this belt. He’d have to ask Felix some other time.

“Thanks, dude. Mom said if I didn’t have Versace to wear at the charity event this weekend that she’d write me out of her will.”

So dramatic, you thought. You didn’t want to listen to boys talk about what pieces of clothing they had that cost more than tuition, so you sat back down and went back to studying.

“You owe me. Don’t get any champagne stains on it. And I better not see any wrinkles or stretches in the leather.”

“Yes, Dad. I can’t believe you let me borrow this. What are you gonna wear then?”

“I don’t know, something vintage probably, but I’ll figure it out. Got a date?”

“That’s requirement number two in order to stay in Mom’s will. I’m bringing Sana. What about you?”

“I’d rather go stag than bring some clingy arm candy to a simple charity fashion show. Unless _____ wants to be my date ~?”

“I’d rather die than be your arm candy,” you snorted.

To your dismay, Felix ruffled your hair playfully. “She hates it when I talk about this stuff. Don’t tell anyone I’m not bringing a date or else I’ll get kicked out, they’ll figure it out once I get there.”

“Gotcha. I’ll see you then.” After their bro handshake, Chan mustered up the courage to say, “It was nice meeting you, _____.”

“Nice meeting you,” you said in a sickly-sweet tone.

He saw right through you - you didn’t like him. He’s not sure why, when you barely talked to him for those two minutes he was there. Was he being too weird when you shook hands? Maybe he was talking too much about the show, since Felix mentioned you hated those kinds of talks, but why? Surely, you had to be used to this kind of stuff, right? Really, it shouldn’t bother him so much to know you didn’t like him already, but that famous Bang Pride coursed through his veins because everyone loved Bang Chan! It didn’t help that even knowing he didn’t need your attention, he was still so intrigued by you. To have those feelings not be reciprocated for the first time, to have you not eyeing him like you wanted him so badly, to you being completely disinterested at the simple mention of a high-class charity event that everyone was attending… It was exciting.

He accepted the challenge. He was going to win you over, whether you liked it or not.

“So what’d you think about Chan? He’s not so bad, right?” Felix asked before snatching up the last madeleine.

“He’s a little weird.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why, though...”

“You mean he’s not a space case all the time?”

“Not at all. If anything, he’s the one with the most confidence and focus out of our group of friends. Usually, people become a space case because of HIS presence, never the other way around. Did you cast a spell on him, or something?”

“I must have if I got one of your cocky millionaire friends to fall silent. I can feel the power in my veins.”

“Hey man, you better not flaunt that big ass head of yours. If word gets out that Chan was like that around a lil ol’ ordinary Olivia like yourself, you could be in big trouble.”

“You never warned me like this when it was Changbin. What makes Chan different?”

“Chan’s wealth has a long history. Like, really long. Almost pre-1800s long. His great-great-great-grandmother was one of the most well-regarded doctors in the country in her time. She was very well-off with the money she made, lived happily on her own, did her duty as a citizen and helped heal the soldiers during some war, and captured the heart of one of the most honored war heroes. Chan’s fortune began with a doctor and a war hero who gave birth to some inventor guy who married a luxury hotel heiress, whose history of wealth even I can’t trace back, and gave birth to the hotel heir that expanded its locations to eighteen different countries who then married the founder of a children’s charity, much to everyone’s surprise, and they gave birth to Chan’s grandmother, the sole heiress to the number one luxury hotel chain in the world. His Mom, who is currently sits at the head of the charity organization, is next in line. Then Chan gets to lead the organization until he inherits the hotels.”

Your brain struggled to wrap around Chan’s pedigree. “So he’s rich just like the rest of you.”

“Yeah, but he’s filthy rich. He’s been the Asia'’s most eligible bachelor under twenty-five twice in a row. What I’m saying is Chan is probably the number one most sought after guy slash son-in-law right now, and if anyone knows he’s taken even the slightest interest in you, they’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you two don’t happen.”

Well, that was terrifying. “God, this sounds like Cinderella on steroids. You better make sure we don’t happen!”

“I refuse to mess with fate, so this is all on you, babe.”

The F in Felix stood for Fake Friend.

Chan couldn’t find anything about you.

Google told him nothing, your social media showed him zilch, hell even his family private investigator only got as far as your great-grandparents owned a restaurant together which your grandfather and then your father happily took over. Really, he should have known from the start when he saw your clothes and lack of jewels that you didn’t come from the same background as him or Felix. This only made you more interesting.

After his thorough research on your social media and accidentally hitting the ‘add friend’ button (to which he shut his laptop and refused to look at the app for at least twenty-four hours out of pure embarrassment), you added him back only a couple hours later and he couldn’t stop the goofy smile growing on his lips. He felt like a little kid with a crush on his classmate! Your pictures were very silly, but you were still so pretty, and your captions were goofy with a touch of your wit peaking through and God, Chan had never been so struck by someone before, let alone by someone whose family history didn’t have their own Wikipedia page.

He needed to get to know you - to pick your brain, figure out your taste, and see that smile again. He needed to.

Poor Felix had to deal with texts like this:

issa banger [11:03 am]: wyd

yung felix [11:05 am]: eating lunch, why?

issa banger [11:06 am]: is _____ with you?

yung felix [11:09 am]: ??????????? no, why??

issa banger [11:09 am]: Read at 11:09 am.

And this:

issa banger [9:23 pm]: is that _____ in your snapchat?

yung felix [9:26 pm]: yeah u creep, we’re studying.

issa banger [9:32 pm]: what a coincidence, me too! i’m coming over.

yung felix [9:55 pm]: oop, she just left.

issa banger [9:47 pm]: ………..…. well i’m already here, so open the door.

And most recently this:

issa banger [2:15 am]: she’z sooiioioo cute felix…………

yung felix [2:17 am]: oh my god can u shut the fuck up.

This was all within one week of meeting you! Felix had to end this. He had never seen such a sad, desperate, puppy-loving side of Chan before, it was disgusting! What happened to the ‘I-don’t-care-about-love-I’ll-just-fuck-around-for-now-because-I’ll-probably-be-arranged-to-be-married-and-have-a-mistress-on-the-side-before-I’m-thirty’ Chan he knew since they were in diapers!? And like, no offense to you, but Chan was like this because of you, of all people, who came from a working-class family. The Bangs were groomed to date and marry only the best, so you two would never work out for even a day if it even got that far. But whatever, if meeting you again was all it took for Chan to stop bothering him, then so be it. You might kill him later for setting this up, but he’ll take the fall - anything to get his filthy rich and lonely friend to stop breathing down his neck.

fungus [5:43 pm]: hey u at the coffee shop?

you [5:57 pm]: yeah why?

fungus [6:01 pm]: i told chan to drop off The Versace Barocco-Print Belt with u if that’s cool

you [6:02 pm]: uuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh fine

fungus [6:05 pm]: thanks bro.

fungus [6:06 pm]: play nice ~ he’s a cool guy.

On cue, the ever-so handsome, front cover of GQ magazine, most eligible bachelor under twenty-five who added you on social media at three in the morning last week walked through the door. Again, he didn’t wear anything that stood out or any brands you didn’t recognize, so he didn’t necessarily look like he had any type of money Felix had informed you the first time, but the way he walked made up for it. Back straight, broad shoulders that swayed, chest out and peaking through the white satin button-up that was buttoned too low, flexed jaw and pursed lips that said ‘move, bitch’, and his expensive dress shoes that clicked and echoed on the floor, drawing the attention of everyone in the cafe. He may not have dressed to stand out, but that didn’t matter because he drew everyone’s attention anyways.

He paid no mind to everyone else because all of his attention was on you. The second he laid eyes on you was when his annoyed expression melted into a mix of something sweet and thankful.

“_____,” he greeted simply in his honey voice. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Hi,” you said casually. “Likewise. Do you have the world’s ugliest belt with you?”

He chuckled lightheartedly, which sounded more like a cute giggle. “Is it really that ugly?”

“Too avant garde, if you ask me.”

Chan invited himself to a seat next to you. When you didn’t object or look noticeably disgusted by his presence, he took it as a sign that you welcomed his company. One foot through the door. “I’ll have you know it was a hit last weekend.”

“I’m sure anything you wear is a hit, even if it is something so atrocious.”

“It’s called couture.”

“I suppose my taste isn’t as high-class compared to your couture.”

“What is your taste?”

“I don’t think the lack of zeros in my bank account qualify me to answer this question.”

Another silky laugh escaped his curled lips. _____, stop looking there! “You don’t need to have a lot of money to know or have good taste.”

“There’s a whole world of clothing, food, and architecture that I didn’t know about before meeting Felix, so the expanse of my knowledge when it comes to a taste of anything isn’t as vast as those who do have a butt-load of money.”

“Even so, I happen to like your style.”

You did that cute little brow quirk he liked so much. “My t-shirt and jeans? You’re kidding, right?”

“What? I’m wearing a shirt and jeans, too.”

“Your shirt is made from the finest silk China could afford and mine is a mix of cotton and polyester.”

“Close enough. At least our jeans match.” Chan placed the belt free of champagne stains and leather wrinkles on the table. “Here’s your favorite belt of art that’s been passed around our friend group like a blunt.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait to hold something that’s touched nine millionaires’ crotches.”

“I bet,” he teased. “You look busy, so I’ll leave you alone.”

Normally, you’d be more than happy to bid a man farewell, but something came over you. “Actually, I’m not. Are you busy?”

“Me? No, why?”

“I’m kind of hungry. Would you like to join me for dinner?”

Chan had to stop his grin from growing. He couldn’t look too excited, or that would creep you out. And to think he doubted himself about winning you over. You even beat him to asking you out! “I’d love to. I know the perfect place.”

“I’m sure you know this by now from my impeccable style but please choose somewhere affordable.”

“This place is cheap, I promise.”

“Like two dollar signs on Yelp cheap?”

“One.”

“Now you’re talking my language, Mr. Chan.”

He’ll talk all your ‘languages’ - your food language, your money language, your love language - he’ll come to know all of them like the back of his hand.

Despite picking a place to eat for the both of you to enjoy without denting your bank account, Chan ended up paying for both of your meals with his black metal credit card.

“Hey, why’d you do that!?” you whined.

“I never let my friends pay when they’re with me.”

“Well, I’m not one of your money-hungry friends! I have pride and dignity! This means I owe you a meal next time.”

“Ok, it’s a date.”

Chan was making his way towards the door before you could fully process the exchange. A date? Oh God, was tonight’s dinner a date!? No way, right…? Out the door, you saw him chuckle at how confused your face must have looked and he ushered you with his hand to hurry and follow.

Smooth move, Mr. Chan… I’ll let that one slide.

two years ago:

Falling for Chan was effortless. After dinner the night he returned Felix’s belt, spending time together happened so frequently that you didn’t even notice how fast you were falling. You hate to sound cliche, but Chan wasn’t like all the other rich kids within their massive social circle. He didn’t flaunt his worth, he didn’t judge you for your lack thereof, nor was he some dumb ass kid going to school to just party and hook up every other night.

Chan was kind. He’d always put your needs above his, like wanting to pay him back for all the food he’d buy, but that got hard to keep up with real fast. He never wanted you to pay him back in the first place, but if buying him a cup of coffee would make you happy, then so be it. He’d always walk you back to your dingy apartment after dinner or drive you home in his blacked-out Ferarri after studying at the library so late because he worried about you walking alone in the dark. You fell faster on the days you were sick and he’d stop by with the best chicken soup in the city, packets of fragrant teas to chase the Nyquil, and the fancy tissues with vapor rub and soothing lotion. But he must do these kinds of things with all of his friends, because that’s the kind of person he was.

Chan was intelligent. He told you about his childhood spent in private schools with private tutors while playing sports and instruments and learning multiple languages and if he didn’t rank in the top 5% every year, he got his ass handed to him by his mother (fourth year of high school was rough). What amazed you even more was how he retained all of the languages and talent.

“I took five years of Spanish and I can speak at a child’s level,” you pouted. “How the hell do you know seven languages!?”

“Gotta learn the languages of where the hotels are located, y’know?”

“Of course…”

Chan was passionate. Not just about the charity work his family does, not just about the hotel business, but every little thing that interested him sparked a little fire inside. Chan put his mind, body, and soul into all his projects, his work, and everything he ever cared about. When he’s focused and has a goal in mind, he won’t stop until he gets it done and the execution is perfect. You thought it was kind of hot - the way his pupils dilated, the satisfied smirk after completing something, the dangerous little sparkle in his eyes… So hot.

It was the little things that solidified his place in your heart. All the times he tucked your hair behind your ears, when his hand was on the small of your back to guide you, and when his breath tickled your ear when he leaned in close to whisper were all little catalysts to your already-aching heart that beats for him.

What were you to do? You, a simple woman growing up nowhere near his and Felix’s type of lifestyle. You didn’t have diamond-encrusted pacifiers, or ten maids and nannies, or a yacht that you got on your eighteenth birthday. You lived a simple teenage and young adult life that you wouldn’t change for the world, yet you fell for someone who had everything served to him on silver platters and fine china. You thought that there was no way you two could ever work even if he reciprocated your feelings.

But he didn’t see you as the simple woman you saw in the mirror. He saw the extraordinary, goofy, diligent, beautiful you all the time. Your background or financial status didn’t matter to him. The way you smiled at him mattered; the way your hand lingered on his arm a little longer after you hit him for something funny he said mattered; the dreamy look in your eyes that you had whenever you looked at him mattered. Nothing else mattered.

“Why do you always look at me like that?” he asked you one evening while hanging out on his massive penthouse porch.

“Like what?”

“With your wide eyes and that soft little smile that breaks all the boys’ hearts,” he teased. “Did I do something? Am I that sexy?”

“Shut up,” you blushed. “I’m just thinking about how it’s weird being friends with you.”

“Why weird?”

“I don’t know. I’m not used to being around all of this.” Your arms widened to showcase Chan’s apartment that was at least ten times the size of yours.

“Ah, you mean my butt load of money. Even after two years of being The Dynamic Duo?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. I just feel out of place, you know? I see the way some of your other friends look at me. It shouldn’t bother me so much, but I can’t help it. I feel like I don’t have the prerequisites to be your friend.”

“Who’s looking at you funny? Is it Bambam? I’ll kick his ass -”

“Stop, don’t kick your friends’ asses.”

“They just haven’t gotten to know the wonderful, thoughtful, dumb ass _____ yet.” Chan pulled you into a tight bro-like hug and ruffled your hair like a little kid to mask his rapidly-beating heart. “Don’t pay attention to them. You should know by now I don’t care about money.”

“But -”

“None of that about you matters to me, ok? Only you matter.”

You learned by now to not be affected by his poetic words, but tonight you fell back into your old habits. Only you mattered to him - that felt good. Feeling defeated by your dumb feelings, but comforted at the same time, you lazily wrapped your arms around Chan’s tiny waist as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so corny,” you muttered.

He ruffled your hair once more. “Only for you.”

It was then you thought to yourself that maybe this could work. Maybe falling for him wasn’t a mistake and being together wasn’t so far-fetched and being loved was something obtainable. For the first time, you thought having Chan by your side wasn’t as ridiculous as it seemed.

But of course, it wasn’t that simple. Nothing was simple when it came to Bang Chan. It was always out of the ordinary. Extraordinary. The night you realized you and him would never be was the same night you witnessed what life was like when you could drown in your own gold and jewels.

“Singapore?” you repeated to your two Aussie friends incredulously. “You’re going to Singapore just for the weekend?”

“We’re going to Singapore,” Chan corrected.

Felix called you and said to come over immediately because it was an emergency, which was Felix talk for ‘I have a trip in a couple of days and I need you to help me pick out my outfits.’ Really, you never actually helped with the picking process, he just wanted you there to tell him he looked good. So as usual, you sat in one of his oriental-style bright red cushioned chairs that were placed on both ends of the ten-by-ten foot mirror in his massive walk-in closet and Chan stood next to you, wondering how you ever put up with Felix’s outfit changes. Tonight wasn’t the usual packing agenda when they broke the news to you that yes, you were definitely joining them on a weekend trip to Singapore for Choi San’s birthday this weekend.

“I can’t afford that!” you screeched. “I can’t just book a flight and a hotel like this on the spot!”

“Oh, _____, you’re so cute ~” Felix teased, adjusting the collar on his shirt. “Like hell am I going to let us fly like the locals. We’re using my Dad’s private jet and staying in Chan’s private Black and White bungalow, of course. And none of us have to pay a dime.”

“But I don’t even know San like that.”

“You will this weekend. C’mon, it’ll be so much fun! It’s going to be the party of the century! He always throws the most extra parties.” 

“Even if I did want to go, I don’t have the clothes for it. I don’t own anything high-end like you guys. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

“I already got that covered.” With his shirt half-buttoned, Felix ran to the other side of the closet to open a door you had never seen before. Inside of his bedroom, which held a 500 square foot closet, held a smaller 300 square foot closet. A closet within a closet - closet-ception, if you will. You didn’t have to go inside to see all the crystal-embroidered tulle gowns and the silkiest shirts that hung on black velvet hangers. “My older sister keeps her clothes here sometimes so Dad doesn’t see it. Just borrow some of her stuff.”

“I can’t just take her clothes!”

“Actually, she already picked out the ones she thinks would look best on you,” Felix showed you her incoming text messages as proof that one, you definitely had her permission to wear whatever you’d like and two, she thought you looked best in Valentino.

“Ooh, Valentino ~ I agree,” Chan piped in.

“I don’t know…” you hesitated. You could handle Felix and Chan and their riches when it was just the two of them, but to be surrounded by hundreds of people who had the same kinds of bank accounts? And you, floating among them in clothing that wasn’t even yours, faking your way into the social circle? It sounded like a suicide mission.

“You’ll have one of us by your side the whole time, we promise. We want you to meet our friends and show you that not all rich people are assholes like our parents.” Chan stuck out his lower lip and clasped his hands together like a kid begging for some ice cream. “Please come?”

Felix joined in with the begging and now you have two golden retriever puppies begging you to go on what should be a multi-million dollar vacation for the weekend with them, dressed to the nines twenty-four seven. You had to be crazy to not immediately scream yes, but the whole idea of this weekend was just terrifying. But you’d be with Chan, vacationing in a beautiful country, with him by your side. You couldn’t pass this opportunity up.

“Fine,” you sighed in defeat.

“Yes! Ooh, this weekend is going to be so much fun! Hey, we should all match for the party! _____, I know exactly what you should wear -”

Chan snickered at the excited boy pulling out piles and piles of clothes to dress his new life-size doll. You already deeply regretted your decision.

As Felix held up pastel-colored tulles and jewel-toned satins up to your body in front of the ridiculously-sized mirror, Chan couldn’t help but fantasize about the weekend. He already had it all planned out - you would take the front seat in his cherry-red convertible and breathe in the clean Singaporean air with the biggest smile on your face as you all pulled up to his Black and White bungalow, your eyes would widen at the decor, you’d claim the bedroom right next to his, you’d take tons of pictures and capture every moment together, eat the foods he grew up with when he spent his summers here, and then party ‘til the sun rose. You’d look so beautiful in whatever Felix chose, and you’d link arms with him like you two were together. Then you’d dance, drink, and laugh the night away in his arms for hours. Felix would probably stray away to find some poor soul to bother and that’s when it’d be just the two of you. When the party was too much to handle or the alcohol was too strong, he’d walk you home. If you were stumbling over little bumps, he’d pick you up and carry you the whole three blocks distance and you’d be so cute and giggly that he, too, couldn’t help but laugh because the warmth of your blushing cheek pressed against his made his heart ecstatic. Once you arrive home, he’d take you to the backyard and you two would stargaze or watch the sun rise, depending on how late you came home. You’d start out with some space in between. Then he’d get closer. Then he’d brush his hands against yours. Then he’d hold them, fingers laced loosely at first, hoping you’d squeeze back tightly. Finally, he’d confess that after two years of knowing you, he’s fallen for you harder every single day since he met you at the coffee shop. If you felt the same, then perfect, the night would end with a soft kiss. If you didn’t, he’ll run to the pier and sail his yacht all the way back home and claim he was blackout drunk, or something.

Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan. What could go wrong?

It was six in the morning when you were dragged out of bed and thrown into Chan’s Ferrari. Felix’s private jet only had you, him, and Chan as passengers. You thought for something as big as a damn plane that maybe the whole friend group would be tagging along, but apparently they insisted on flying on their own and leaving a larger carbon footprint, but hey you weren’t surprised in the least. That just meant less arguing over what to watch on the eighty-inch flat screen and more champagne for the three of you.

“Holy shit,” you muttered after taking the middle seat in front of the television.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Felix boasted, hopping on the seat to your left. “Have I not introduced you to JASMINE before?”

“I think I’d remember if I’ve been on your private jet before.”

“Ah, maybe I’m remembering the time you went on my yacht, ROSEMARY.”

Chan joined in to your left with a handful of flute glasses filled with bubbly, golden champagne and a single raspberry at the bottom for you and Felix. He raised his glass in celebration. “Cheers to the weekend.”

“It’s six thirty in the morning,” you groaned tiredly.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“You can’t keep using that excuse, Chan, your liver will fail you one day.”

“A wise man once said YOLO, my dearest _____, so let’s drink to that!”

“Ugh… cheers,” After taking a sip, your face twisted sourly. “Oh, that’s not good…”

“It’s terrible, but it gets the job done.”

“You’re both crazy, I love this stuff,” Felix said, chugging the whole glass. “Forget water, make sure only champagne and 1738 course through my veins for the next two days.”

For the duration of the six hour flight, the three of you watched one horror movie (to which Felix cowered under his fluffy monogrammed blanket) and one romantic comedy (to which Felix cried while holding his Rilakkuma bear). Then after the smoothest plane landing you’ve ever experienced, you finally landed in the beautiful country of Singapore. The skies were so blue, the skyline was gorgeous, hell even the airport was voted the most beautiful airport in the world. A red convertible pulled up to the three of you waiting at the arrivals section and the driver tossed Chan the car keys. As the driver put your luggage in the back of a separate car, Chan opened the passenger seat open for you like a gentleman.

“Your chariot awaits, my darling,” he smiled cheekily. “Her name is Cherie.”

“Do all rich people name their motor vehicles?”

“Of course, it’s only right.”

The crisp afternoon air felt good flowing between your fingers. Chan caught glimpses of your smile and knew then that inviting you to this weekend was the best decision he’s made concerning you. His plan was going swimmingly thus far - now to survive the next couple days.

The Black and White house was quite literally a Black and White house, but it was nothing close to being monotonous. It was a beautiful symmetrical white bungalow with black trimming and a tanned overhanging roof. All of the shutter-style windows were wide open, allowing the same beautiful breeze to pass through the house, wafting the smell of fresh scones and muffins as you walked through the door. The inside of the house got more extravagant with every step you took. The walls were all white (porcelain white, not daisy, of course), the tiles a glossy pearl, every corner filled with the greenest potted plants and too many antique potteries to count, high ceilings with a crystal chandelier dropping in the living room, and a deep mahogany wood door that led to the backyard that overlooked the entire city.

“You vacationed here in the summer!?” you gasped.

“Yup, every year.”

“It’s beautiful!”

“You should see Changbin’s bungalow,” Felix interjected. “He demanded the house to be repainted black instead of the classic white.”

“My childhood summers were spent on my grandparent’s farm. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to wake up every morning to freshly-made scones and fruit jam.”

Chan led you up the stairs to show you the bedrooms. You lost count of how many there were by the time you got to his. His room was enormous, with a king-sized bed right in the middle covered in the fluffiest white covers. He had his guitar and other music-related toys on one wall of the room with a soft yellow neon sign that said ‘CB97’ mounted high on the wall with posters beside it. His room was decorated very Chan-like, and you thought it was quite charming.

“I didn’t like being by my siblings, so I asked to get the one at the very end and the spares were used whenever Felix and the guys came over. Felix’s is across the hall and your’s is the one next door.”

“Ah yes, Chan’s room - where all the magic happened,” Felix teased, jumping on the bed. “I’ve heard way too many stories about the girls you’d take up here -”

“Ah ha ha ~! No need to relive that!” Chan blushed deeply.

“You’re suddenly shy about it now? You sure didn’t have any problem boasting about it every summer.”

“That was so long ago.”

“Please, two years was not that long ago. Didn’t you come her last year, too? God, who knows what happened then.”

Your heart sunk. So he’s taken girls up here before. A lot of girls, according to Felix, and by the way Chan blushed from embarrassment, he wasn’t denying it, either. It wasn’t right for you to feel jealous, you didn’t even know him during those times, unless he had a fling last summer that no one knew about. No, it definitely wasn’t right for you to feel jealous, but the burning in your chest was a little difficult to ignore at one in the afternoon.

“Gross,” you say as light-heartedly as you could. You left sourly without another word to unpack your belongings.

Fuck. Damn Felix and his big ass mouth! You probably thought he was a disgusting playboy now. This was one of several things Chan was afraid of when you were introduced to this side of his life - that his scandalous, rebellious past would come back to haunt him and hit you in the face and you’d be so turned off by it. Well, that’s exactly what happened, not one hour on the island. He couldn’t help that he was a horny teenager back then! Chan chucked one of the embroidered silk pillows at his cowering childhood friend before hastily following you.

You held up a jewel-toned satin piece that Felix chose from his sister’s closet. It was different than the one chosen a couple of nights ago (“_____, I change my mind, wear this one instead.” “Wha - Felix, we’re leaving in ten minutes!” “Just trust me!”), but Chan thought this one suited you much better. The look on your face said you thought otherwise.

“Not a fan of Valentino?” he teased.

“Quite the opposite. I think it’s beautiful, it’s just I don’t think it’ll look beautiful on me.”

“Nonsense. You look beautiful in anything.”

“There’s no need to lie.”

“Who’s lying? You look especially dashing in t-shirt and jeans.”

“My impeccable sense of style,” you giggled. “Is the party tonight really going to be this fancy? Isn’t it just a house party?”

“My dear _____, it’s not just any house party, it’s the house party,” Chan corrected. “San owns the biggest Black and White bungalow in the country. He decks it out to the max with unnecessary decorations, hires Singapore’s multi-Michelin star restaurants to cater, ships in expensive wines and spirits, and hires those exotic dancers that hang from the ceiling. San’s parties make international headlines, and this one’s extra special because it’s his birthday, so yes, fancy is just an understatement.”

“Yeah, I really don’t belong here…”

“Don’t worry about it for now. What we need to worry about is lunch, ‘cuz I’m starving.”

“Hey, I’m gonna be with Jisung and Changbin until the party. I’ll just see you guys there,” Felix waved off casually.

“Guess it’s just you and me.” Chan hoped he didn’t look too glad Felix was gone. “I want to take you to a restaurant I always ate at in the summer.”

“How many dollar signs on Yelp?”

“Not telling ‘cuz I’m paying.”

“Chan, you ass, you said you’d make things even from now on!”

“A man just wants to fly his friend to a whole new country and treat her to his favorite restaurant, is that too much to ask for!?”

You didn’t answer while following a happy-go-lucky, skippy Chan to his red convertible. You’ve never seen him so happy before. He must have missed being on the soil that held his summer-y childhood memories. Being in the hot sticky sun in the house he loved the most with the widest, dimple-iest smile on his cute lips let you know that Chan was at home. Spending every moment with him for the next two days watching his smile grow as he revisited memory lane would make it hard for your heart to stop fluttering.

It was no more than a ten minute drive from his house, but from where you parked, you couldn't spot any restaurants.

"It's a bit of a hole in the wall. I hope you don't mind walking a bit."

"Not at all! The best places to eat are always hidden well."

The surrounding area reminded you of the more crowded and space-efficient parts of home. The buildings were all kind of squished together with tiny alleys in between and there was a ton of foot traffic, but it was probably because it was the weekend. You almost lost track of Chan until he grabbed onto your hand and guided you through the sea of locals.

"It's a little overwhelming if you haven't been here before," he said apologetically. "It's worth the journey, I promise."

"You used to come here a lot over the summer?"

"Almost every day. The woman who runs the place was like another grandmother to me. She is the sweetest thing. Oh, there she is!"

Chan sharply turned the corner of the street and you were taken to a whole other dimension. It reminded you of the beginning scene in Spirited Away when Chihiro and her parents stumbled upon the empty street filled with different tents of food, only this time you couldn't even see past the second tent. Even in the daytime, a place like this seemed so magical that it was no wonder a kid wanted to come here everyday. The different spices and aromas marinated in the air and it was so heavenly, you couldn't wait to get a bite! Somewhere in the middle, the tent that Chan had been dying to go to all year round was right where he left it.

"Auntie!" Chan called from the back of the endless line.

"Eh?" A cute little woman with a floral bandanna and red apron squinted in your direction. The second she saw Chan's handsome face, her grumpy expression smoothed to that of a grandma seeing her grandson grow so much in just a single year. "Channie! You're back for the summer!?"

"Just for the weekend, auntie."

She didn't miss a single beat as she continued to serve her loyal customers. "Ah, you're too busy to visit me everyday now, huh?"

"Sadly, yes," he pouted.

"You want the usual, Channie?"

"Yes, please! Can you make that two?"

"Eh?" Again, the little woman squinted in your direction. Chan had let go of your hand and placed them on your shoulder, indicating that you were his guest of honor this afternoon. A teasing twinkle gleamed in her youthful eyes. "Ah, I see ~"

Chan didn't deny her teasing. He didn't say, 'nah, it's not like that' or say 'she's just a friend'. Instead, he hung his head down embarrassingly, his grin not faltering, neither yours. You wondered what he was thinking.

The line was long, but it moved quickly when Chan was by your side telling you stories of his childhood spent with Felix and his other friends making a ruckus in the streets and buying up all the meat skewers until not a single shop had any left.

"Jeez, growth spurt much?"

"Hey, a man's gotta eat, ok?"

Finally, it was your turn in line, and the Queen of the shop already had two plates full of noodles slathered in a dark, sweet-smelling sauce and two large styrofoam cups.

"Channie never ate anything else besides my kway teow noodles,” Auntie told you. “The first few years of eating it as a little boy, he thought there were no vegetables, so I never told him there were any because it was the only way he'd eat them - covered in my special sauce.”

"No need to relive my unhealthy childhood…" he muttered while you laughed.

"It's fine now, since you've grown up to be so~o handsome!" she pinched his chubby cheek. "Finally, you have yourself a girlfriend. 'Bout time! Even San beat you! But that’s no surprise, the ladies love that bad boy."

"O-Oh, we're not…!" you stuttered nervously, unable to finish your sentence. She really was like an embarrassing auntie…

"We're not together like that," Chan concluded. “She’s just a close friend.”

She scoffed incredulously. "Yeah, for now."

"Auntie!"

She ignored her favorite customer’s whining and turned to you once more. “Watch out for this playboy, he’ll be hard to tie down.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Chan needed to get you out of there before any more of his past was brought up. So much for his stellar, fool-proof plan. He handed Auntie what looked to be a lot of money, but you’re not sure what the conversion is to their dollar. A quick kiss on her cheek and he whisked you away. “Bye, Auntie! Love you!”

“Visit me more often, you stingy brat! And by, sweetheart, it was nice meeting you!” she called out sweetly.

Chan hastily grabbed one of the wooden benches just outside of the long street of vendors. He seemed quite relieved to have left his favorite food stand before Auntie revealed too much of the past summers. Your feelings clashed with a sense of jealousy and a bit of pride that she thought you were his girlfriend. Yet again did you have to remind yourself that no, _____, you cannot be jealous, you dumb ass!

“Sorry about that,” Chan sighed. “She doesn’t have a filter.”

“I like her. She’s very spunky,” you laughed. “Does she do that to all the girls you bring to her?”

“No. Why would you think that?”

“It seems like she’s met a few of them.”

“I’ve told her stories, but I’ve never brought any of them to this place. Now that I think about it, you’re the first girl I’ve brought to her. That’s probably why she thinks we’re serious.”

“Really? Why’s that?” You took your first bite of the savory-sweet noodles. It’s chewy, glutenous gold. “Holy shit.”

“Crazy good, right? Auntie makes them the best. And you’re asking why I never brought anyone else here?” You nodded silently, too preoccupied stuffing your face with Chan’s childhood favorite dish. “This place holds a special part of my childhood. I can’t just bring anyone here.”

“What’s makes it so special?” You took a sip from the styrofoam cup. It’s sugarcane juice!

“When I was a kid, I didn’t come here to bask in the sunlight and play at the beach all day. I’d go to summer school during the day where I was taught math and economics at least two grades ahead of me and attend Mom’s business and charity meetings in the evening. I was always so tired, no matter what time of day it was. One time, I was being so bratty and was crying so much from all the unwanted stress and my parents didn’t like it because I’m supposed to be the Charity Chairman’s perfect son and the perfect heir to the hotel franchise, you know? But I just wanted to be a kid. My family got so mad at me for being selfish that they kicked me out of the house for the night without dinner and I couldn’t come back until the morning.”

“That’s crazy! Where did you sleep!?”

“The pool house behind the main house,” he stated obviously.

“Oh, of course. Silly me.”

He threw his crumpled-up napkin at you before continuing. “That’s when I met Auntie. I was crying and wailing and sobbing like a baby on a Wednesday evening, so it wasn’t busy and no one really saw me. I sat at this very bench with my head down crying until I could fall asleep because I really didn’t want to return home. Then I felt someone nudge me awake. It was Auntie, and she gave me a bowl of curry with some paratha and I thought, ‘an old lady wouldn’t try to poison me, right?’ So I inhaled that whole bowl and chugged all of the chocolate Milo. I tried paying her with all the cash I had because I was so thankful, and she couldn’t believe a young kid like me had so much in the first place, but she never took it. I came every week to order from her and she remembered me every time. I tried everything on the menu by my tenth visit, and the kway teow is my favorite. I’d come here after a rough day with my parents, after I failed an exam, after I cried over some girl I had a crush on, after I found out my Dad had a mistress, you name it. Sometimes I came for no reason at all - I just didn’t want to be home.”

A shaky sigh escaped Chan’s lips. His eyes were glossy and it broke your heart to see Chan on the brink of tears, but he’s smiling. His upbringing was rough, but he’s smiling because he wouldn’t have survived his childhood without the spunky woman behind the food stand in the middle of the street. You dared to reach across the table and hold his hand, hoping he’d find some comfort in your touch. He does, and you know so by the way he squeeze it back so tightly. There were no more tears in his eyes.

“This place was my secret hideout for a good chunk of my life. I can’t just bring anyone here.” Chan began to trace little circles on the back of your hand.

“What am I if I’m not just anyone?”

“Special,” he replied. “To me, you’re special.”

The air was filled with your cute giggles and you took your hand back to cover your blushing, glowing face. Chan always had a way with words. “You’re a cornball!”

“I’ll have you know that the ladies love cornballs!”

“Not this one.”

“Oh, hold still, you got a little of the dark sauce on your cheek.” Chan leaned over the table with a napkin in his hand as you sat still. The very last second, he drops the napkin, scooped up a hefty dollop on his finger, and smeared it on your cheek.

“EW!���

“That’s what you get!”

Your special man began running to the car with you on his tail laughing like two young lovers on their honeymoon. Both of you failed to see someone taking pictures as they sent them to San’s entire guest list.

“Bro, you look hot.”

You jumped at Felix’s comment and chuck a pillow at his almost-shirtless torso. He had a weird habit of not buttoning up his shirts until the last minute. One of his many idiosyncrasies. 

“Chill, that’s a compliment! Didn’t I pick out a hot Valentino piece? Chef kiss, m’lady.”

“You’re so gross… But you do have taste, so thank you. You really didn’t have to ask your sister to let me borrow this, though. I still feel terrible.”

“Shut up, you’re fine. She’s never going to wear that, I promise you. Besides, I can’t have someone not wearing designer stand next to me, that’d be blasphemous.”

“Can you please button up your shirt?”

“Why? These Hawaiian Sweet Rolls too much for you to handle?” he teased, flexing his six-pack. You dry heaved dramatically.

“You two are like siblings, it’s so funny - whoa,” Chan stopped mid-sentence, completely stunned by your presence. Of course he’d love how you looked if you wore a hoodie and jeans because he never even imagined you wearing something like this, but you blew him away.

“Good whoa or bad whoa?” you panicked.

“Definitely a good whoa… U-Uh, I mean, yeah. Yes.”

“Thank you,” you grinned. You eyed the man in the black and gold polka-dotted Muslin Yves Saint Laurent button up (buttoned too low, as usual) tucked loosely in Yves Saint Laurent cuffed trousers. Certainly, Chan was bound to be the center of attention at one point, regardless of whose birthday it was. Felix sported Louis tonight and you thought to yourself that you three were quite a sexy trio. “You two don’t look too bad yourselves.”

“Straight from the runway,” Felix boasted.

“Straight from my closet,” Chan shrugged.

“Can we get drunk before I cry about how much money I don’t have?”

Chan’s driver sported a white Rolls Royce to take you all there, despite it being only three blocks away (Felix was more than happy because he didn’t want to scuff his shoes). You thought you were fashionably late, but it turns out San was just showing off his cars and leaving them parked on the circular driveway. The size of his house made the cars look so, so tiny, but his house was truly enormous, way bigger than Chan’s. Couples among couples began to file in the house, making you feel nervous and very, very single.

“Do people usually bring a date to these parties?” you asked the boys.

“Yeah, for clout. Two shots later and suddenly everyone’s up for grabs,” Felix explained, walking up the driveway without waiting. “I’ll see y’all back at home. Or not. Don’t wait up for me ~”

When Chan saw that what Felix said didn’t lessen your nerves one bit, he held his arm out for you. “Wanna be my date for tonight?”

“You won’t ditch me after two shots?”

“Two, no. Five, maybe.”

How could you deny his dimpled grin? You couldn’t, so you slipped your arm through and walked into San’s palace. You were taken to a whole new world; a whole new dimension of luxury and riches that you only tapped into upon landing here. There was indeed dancers twirling on ribbons from the ceilings, loud music from some famous DJ that headlined at EDC, and liquor of every shade of gold in crystal glasses. Everything was so magnificent and expensive, it was like you couldn’t even afford to look at anything or even anyone. Everyone who was anyone was here, and you recognized a lot of their faces from Chan and Felix’s social media. You couldn’t even pronounce the brands they were wearing! Again, Chan sensed your anxiousness, something he was so unbelievably good at, and slipped his arm down so that he could grab on to your hand. He figured if you were able to let all his past worries go away by just holding his hand across the table that he could do the same, only this time he was by your side like he always wanted to be. You always predicted that his hand would fit so nicely in yours.

“CHAN! MI AMIGO!” San screamed into the mic from the dance floor. “Everyone, the sexiest bachelor of the hour has arrived!”

“Oh, boy,” he sighed.

He was surprised to hear you giggle at his friend’s nickname. “Looks like we came a little late.”

San stumbled in front of you before falling into your arms for a tight hug. You weren’t used to such an affectionate San - you shared multiple classes with him and you’re surprised he even remembered you, if you were being honest.

“Happy birthday, San,” you struggled to say as you held the boy up.

“Hi, _____! Thank you! I’m so glad you’re here!” San’s foxy eyes widened at the sight of his questioning friend. “Chan! I missed you!”

“Miss you, too, buddy,” he chuckled, hugging the sloppy man. “Happy birthday, bro. Making Mina work hard, I see.”

“Why, do you see her!? Don’t tell her you saw me!” And that was the last time you saw San.

Chan shook his head at his childhood friend. Then he took your hand and lead you deeper into the party. “Let’s go find people we actually know.”

As you slipped between the crowd, you felt eyes staring. A bunch of eyes, actually. A lot of them. The owners were mostly girls, ones you recognized, and that’s when you knew it was because of Chan, the bachelor of the century. They eyed you maliciously, switching between judging you from what you were wearing and your hold onto Chan’s hand. Where was that handsome waiter with a tray full of shots? You needed that right about now.

On cue, Chan handed you liquid gold. “Cheers to a fun night.”

“Right… Cheers.” Bottoms up! Oh God, that burned! But the warm finish was quite nice. “More, please.”

“Jeez, what for? You trying to leave me after two shots already?” he teased.

“No, I’m just trying to blind myself from all those… eyes…”

“Huh?” Chan caught a glimpse of what you meant when he caught the eyes of familiar flings and old friends. His jaw clenched. “Don’t worry about them, ok?”

“I’m trying, but you’re holding me back if I can’t take at least one more shot.” Reluctantly, your handsome date gave you what you wanted and he followed suit. “Bottoms up!”

Bottoms up indeed, several times too many, if Chan thought so himself. But you were loosening up and not worrying about another thing he feared about this trip - that you would meet his exes, or worse, they would do something to hurt you because that’s just what girls with tons of money do. He soon forgot about all his worries when you dragged him on the dance floor and had your body pressed up against his. You were so goofy and cute when you were drunk just by itself, singing to all the songs and taking silly selfies, but when you were dancing? He could hardly keep his hands off of you.

Chan pulled away and you pouted, not wanting the warmth of his body to leave even for one second, but he told you he had to go to the bathroom and that he’d be right back, so don’t you move! But your intoxicated self didn’t listen and you found yourself wandering to the backyard where Hyunjin, Woojin, and a bunch of people you were familiar with gathered around the open-pit fire and having a little party themselves.

“Did _____ get her Rich Bitch ID?” Hyunjin teased, looking at the label of your dress. “Shit, I guess she has.”

“It’s Felix’s sister’s, so no, it’s just a fake ID to last me the night.”

Woojin swung his arm around you boyishly. “You’re always welcome to OUR Rich Bitch club. No cover for girls,” he winked.

“How generous of you.”

Chan didn’t take long in the bathroom. He made sure to come back to you as quickly as possible to pick up where you left off, but after a couple of minutes searching the crowd, he couldn’t find you. He’s not surprised you wandered off somewhere, he just wished you sent him a text, or something. He felt a tap on his shoulder, thinking it was you, but it ended up being Sana, his old fling.

“Channie!” she squealed happily, throwing her arms around his neck. “I missed you ~!”

“Hey, I missed you, too,” he hugged back awkwardly. “Long time no see.”

“I’m glad the feeling’s mutual. Whatcha doing?”

“I’m just looking for someone…” he said, continuing to scan the crowd like she wasn’t there. He shouldn’t have drank so much…

“You mean _____?”

How did she know your name? Not important. “Oh, yeah. Have you seen her?”

“She’s outside with Woojin.”

“With Woojin…?”

“Yup! Take a look.”

Sana took Chan by the hand and lead him to the back door. His tunnel vision, though quite blurry, found you with your back facing the door and Woojin, his childhood rival, to your right, where he had his arm around your shoulder. Oh, he was such a Kim! He always snatched whatever was his when he wasn’t looking, just like that modelling contract! Normally, Chan would be the bigger person and not care, but this was you, someone so important to him. He couldn’t let this go that easily. There’s this uncharacteristic rage and jealousy that built up in his chest, making his heart hurt with every beat. You weren’t even doing anything, but seeing you in someone else’s arms just as he left for the damn bathroom? After trying to make you his for so long? It hurt. It really, really hurt...

Sana took the opportunity to pull him away from you. “Hey, let’s dance. Like we used to.”

Without hesitating, Chan took the lead and went to the dance floor.

Time passed like it meant nothing while you caught up with some good friends, but sobriety was kicking in at three in the morning and you wondered how long Chan needed to go to the bathroom.

“I’m going to find my damn date,” you waved off to them.

Even at three in the morning, the house was still as crowded as ever, bumping music like the sun wasn’t going to rise in a couple of hours. You searched every room, every face on the dance floor, near every waiter that had a platter of liquor on it, and he was nowhere to be seen! Even the rooms that held couples making out (and then some) luckily didn’t have him in it, but where could he be? You ended up in the front yard last, perhaps he was looking at San’s cars, or something.

But that wasn’t where you saw him. At the end of the driveway, where it met the main street, you saw Chan walking some girl dressed in diamonds and crystals on the way back to the house.

That was the moment you knew you and Chan could never be. Even when he was with you for ninety percent of the night, he chose someone else. He was made to live his life in luxury, and that meant his love life was meant for luxury, too. No matter what you did, no matter how much you thought he liked you, how much you thought you were special to him, you could never live up to any of these other women at this party. You were nothing compared to them because you had nothing. You should have known better than to think otherwise.

“Hey,” you heard someone behind you. It was the ever-so handsome and dashing Woojin. Even in the dead of night, he looked so handsome. “Did you find Chan?”

“Um…” your voice was shaking. “Yeah, I think I saw him go home.”

From the tears in your eyes, Woojin assumed he didn’t go home alone. Typical heart-breaker Chan, always leaving girls behind to cry over him. Things never change. “Do you want me to walk you back?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

You and Woojin walked the three blocks in silence. There was a considerable amount of space in between as Woojin figured you didn’t want any man to be near you at the moment. Of course he understood - he’s had a fair share of his heart-breaking days. Those days were now over because he was getting tired of this lifestyle. His liver didn’t function like when he was younger and he craved something deeper than just one night stands. God, he sounded like a total douche.

The walk up Chan’s porch made you nervous and made Woojin nostalgic. He remembered coming here everyday after summer school when he was a kid. He kind of missed it here. Woojin was about to knock on the door but stopped when he realized you weren’t beside him. You stood by step, not wanting to go any further.

“Everything ok?” Woojin asked.

“Yeah… No. Not really. I don’t want to go to bed.”

“Why not?”

“Our rooms are next to each other and I don’t know how thin the walls are.”

Woojin didn’t laugh nor try to convince you otherwise. Instead, he walked up to you and stopped so close that you could smell his Gucci The Voice of the Snake cologne. Then, he smiled sweetly, a trait of his that you always thought was so cute, and sat on the stairs.

He patted the seat next to him. “I’ll keep you company.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t want to go home and I really don’t want to go back to the party.” His bottom lip pouted. “Please let me keep you company.”

You could use the distraction. “Even without trying, rich people get whatever they want.”

“Hey, we’re not all bad!”

“That’s what they all say,” you slurred, remembering that’s exactly what Chan said earlier.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’re pretty bad.”

“Maybe I should stop hanging around you guys and start hanging around my people.”

“But I like hanging out with you.”

“You know, before I met Felix and Chan and all your little yacht club friends who make fun of me for the clothes I wear -”

“Hey, that’s just Hyunjin, don’t lump us together like that! I like you no matter what you’re wearing.”

“- my life was so much simpler! I lived a simple life without luxury, I ate foods without truffles and caviar, I drank cheap soju like a regular poor delinquent instead of champagne and top-shelf liquor, and I didn’t like boys whose yearly income were worth ten times as much as I’d make in ten years!” You cried out to the skies above and buried your face in your hands. “Biggie was right… Mo Money Mo Problems…”

“There there…” Woojin comforted awkwardly.

“Woojin, can you be honest with me for a sec? Coming from a sad, average girl seeking advice from a rich bitch like yourself?”

“Of course.”

“Was I stupid to think I was anything special to Chan?”

Again, the handsome man beside you wrapped his arm around your shoulder like a good friend. Woojin was always a good friend to you. Outside of Felix and Chan, he was the only other man who was kind, despite you not being like the rest of his social circle.

“You said I can be honest, right?” he asked nervously.

“Oh my God, I’m an idiot.”

“Hey, that’s not what I was going to say. I was thinking naive was more of an appropriate word choice.”

“I’m so dumb, I might as well drop out.”

Woojin’s grip around you tightened. “Stop, don’t say that. You’re the smartest person I know, did you know that? Remember when you tutored all of us that one time? If you can tutor nine idiots in one session and we all somehow passed the class, you’re not an idiot.”

“Being book smart and Rich Boy smart are on two totally different levels of intelligence! Why am I so dumb in the latter!?”

“You aren’t. We’re the dumb ones. We let amazing people slip through our fingers because somehow this lifestyle sucks us back in. Some of us are able to overcome it, but most succumb to it.”

“... You’re right, you guys are the dumb ones.”

You and Woojin sat on Chan’s summer Black and White bungalow for hours, talking about the most useless things until the sun rose above the horizon and the light was almost blinding. It started out crying about how boys were stupid and ended with laughing until you couldn’t breathe from the stories he told you about his old flings.

“She said the mitochondria was the trap house of the cell,” Woojin tisked.

“She must have been kidding.”

“I can assure you she was not.”

“Wow,” you giggled. “You’ve dated a lot of… exciting people.”

“I wouldn’t say exciting…”

“Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I heard about some poor girl coming out of your place from Felix. He likes to whine about how lucky you are. Has Woojin lost his touch?”

“I will never lose my touch, don’t get that twisted,” he warned. “Maybe I’m tired of hook-ups. Maybe I’m trying to settle down.”

“Ha! Good one!”

“No, really!”

“Yeah, ok ~”

“Let me prove it. Let’s go on a date.”

Your laugh got caught in your throat. You’re stunned silent, looking at the man beside you like he was delusional. He had to be talking nonsense - it was six in the morning and neither of you had any sleep or anything to eat for several hours, he’s just talking crazy, right!? But the slight smirk on his lips told you that no, he wasn’t joking. He was enjoying that you were probably thinking about it right at this moment - what it’d be like to go on a date with Mr. Kim Woojin. He’s not wrong.

The front door to Chan’s house opened and startled you to death, but you’re so, so thankful that the girl Chan took home stumbled in between you two and you could avoid Woojin’s proclamation for a little longer. Both of you turned to see Chan in his pajamas bottoms and no shirt standing in the doorway, hair disheveled with droopy eyes, looking like he didn’t get any sleep at all.

Woojin helped you to your feet before greeting his old friend. “Good morning, Chan.”

The sleepy boy’s jaw tightened. Why did he look so triumphant? If you two were here the whole night, it’s not like you two did anything… right?

“Hey,” he greeted shortly. 

Woojin turned to you. “Think about it. I’ll see you later?”

You nodded silently, still too stunned to move. Then, taking advantage of your frozen form, Woojin swooped in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

Oh shit, this man was serious.

You’re completely sober and you really wished you weren’t because now you were going to reflect on everything that happened yesterday, from the time you landed until just this very second. On top of that, you were probably going to have to deal with Chan’s grumpy ass right now because when you walked right past him to the kitchen to chug a whole bottle of water, he followed right on your tail.

“How was last night?” he asked bitterly.

“Not as good as yours apparently,” you replied, trying to stay light-hearted and calm. Don’t get jealous, _____. You don’t have a right to.

“Nothing happened.”

“Oh?”

“She was puking all night. I barely had any sleep while taking care of her.”

“Did you bring her here just so she can puke in the comfort of your home, or was that just an inconvenient coincidence?” The words made you sound jealous, but you were genuinely curious. He claimed that nothing happened as if he knew you’d care if something did. Well, you didn’t!... you said, lying to yourself.

Chan stayed quiet. That was more than enough to answer your question.

“I’m tired,” you mumbled. “I’m going to bed.”

Chan wouldn’t let you. “What were you and Woojin doing?”

“Uh, talking?”

“On my porch?”

“Yeah? You left me at the party and I was all alone! So he was nice enough to walk me back here. I didn’t want to go inside to my room because God knows what you and her were doing there -”

“Nothing happened,” he repeated.

“Yeah, now I know. But if she wasn’t puking, who knows what would have happened, and guess what, I didn’t want to hear that or deal with it or even think about it, so we sat on your porch for hours until you opened the door.”

“You were the one who left me first. I thought you and I were having a great time! I was having so much fun with you and I wanted you back in my arms as soon as possible, but then I saw you in his. Do you know how much that hurt? I have liked you since the day you took my breath away when we first met, and I thought I could finally tell you that when you were back in my arms. But then I saw you in his and panicked. I swear to you, nothing happened with me and Sana. Nothing was going to happen, not when all I could think about was what you could possibly be doing with him. I thought you left me for him, and I got scared. I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry, ok? Can we talk about this over breakfast?”

That was what Chan wanted to say. But he’s tired, and he’s hurt, and the tears in your eyes were too much for him to handle. With his head down, he said,

“I hope you had fun.”

Chan brushed passed you to get to the coffee maker. He might as well stay up - what was the point in sleeping now?

You rushed up stairs so he didn’t see the tears rolling down your face.

The day was silent. Everything seemed to stop, but that was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to pack up, get in the damn cherry red convertible, and fly all the way home where you could forget about this whole weekend and the people involved. Felix finally made it home around noon, chatting nonstop about the yacht party that happened at four in the morning and all the girls he was talking to and thankful he couldn’t sense the tension between you and Chan.

The drive to the airport was silent. The flight back home was silent. The drive to your apartment was silent and the only noise you made that night was crying yourself to sleep.

Where did you go wrong? Was it when you wandered off to Woojin? Was it when you agreed to go on this trip? Was it when you fell for someone so unattainable for someone in your social class? Was it when you weren’t born with a billion dollars to your name?

Life was unfair and it had a funny way with playing with you and your heart.

You didn’t see Chan much after tonight.

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[k-llama-llama]

Our Little Secret

Stray Kids AU: 10th member

Tori x Stray Kids

Felix catches onto something.

A/N: you can’t get much past our little aussie

Requests are closed, but your feedback is still greatly appreciated!

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Tori clapped along on stage, bopping happily as Jisung, Changbin and Chan performed a 3racha song. They were currently doing an outdoor stage as part of their special promotions, and were set up on a slightly raised stage in front of a large crowd.

Tori’s outfit, which consisted of a black crop top that said stay don’t stray, a bomber jacket and a jean skirt, wasn’t really suited to the chilly wind, but she was staying warm while dancing.

She spotted a fan, a girl about fifteen years old, holding her phone up. Inside the phone case was a Tori photocard. Tori knelt down on the edge of the stage, and held out her hand for the phone. It was passed over with a squeal, and she quickly took a selfie. Handing it back, she accepted the next phone that was passed to her, smiling brightly and posing differently for each one.

She felt a hand on the back of her leg, and for a moment didn’t think anything of it. There were security guards at the front of the stage; one of them was probably just making sure she was kept well away from the crowd.

And then the hand reached right up her skirt.

Tori screamed and fell back on her butt, eyes wide as fans shouted at the offended. A guard grabbed the man, who looked disturbingly familiar, and pulled him away so quickly that she couldn’t process what had happened.

Arms were hauling her up and suddenly she was hidden behind Chan. He shoved his mic aside, hands at her waist and eyes frantic. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Just shocked.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Tori!” It was Hyunjin, appearing next to her, and innocently forcing Chan to take a step back. “Do you need to go off stage?”

Tori looked at the crowd, full of concerned looking fans. “No. I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

She smiled again, mentally brushing the incident aside, and immediately jumped into their performance of grow up. It didn’t escape her notice how Chan stuck close to her side. All the boys looked wary, but Chan more than any of them. Tori wished she could reassure him, but they were on stage, and in front of the boys, who were still very much oblivious to the way their relationship had changed.

“What the hell was that?” Jisung exclaimed when they finally walked off stage. 

“Seriously.” Changbin nodded. “What a creep.”

“You are okay, right?” Minho looked at her. “He didn’t like, touch anything?”

“Careful.” Chan warned.

“Did he?” Woojin asked her. “Because that’s assault. We can press charges.”

Tori shook her head. “It didn’t get that far, and I’m wearing shorts under this anyway.”

“Good, but if he did,” Jeongin winked at her. “I’d beat him up for you, Noona.”

“I’ll help.” Hyunjin offered.

Seungmin snorted. “Great. Because Tori will be totally safe with you two protecting her.”

“Whatever.” Changbin shook his head. “Tori defense squad can assemble later. Now, snacks.”

Tori hung back as the boys ran ahead, not reacting as Chan came up behind her. 

“You sure-”

“Seven.” She whispered.

“Seven?” He blinked. “What?”

“Seven boys.” She realized. “Where’s-”

“Right here.” 

Tori and Chan turned together, finding Felix leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a look of exasperation on his face.

“Lix?” Tori tilted her head. “You don’t want snacks?”

He shook his head. “In here, both of you.”

He pushed open a door behind him. Tori decided not to argue, and stepped into the room without argument, Chan following confusedly behind her. Felix stepped in and closed the door, turning on the light.

“This is a closet.” Chan noted.

“What are you two doing?” Felix demanded.

“Um...hanging out in a closet with you?” Tori asked.

“You’re really playing dumb?”

“You’re being very confrontational.” Tori smiled. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking,” He hissed. “About you two...doing whatever the heck you two are doing.”

“What are we doing?” Chan asked, sounding calm, but Tori noticed the way he had stiffened beside her.

“You know-” He gestured wildly. “Blushing, and being all close, and spoiling each other, and being like more protective than usual. Very date-like stuff.”

Tori couldn’t keep the shock off her face. “Wha-what are you saying?”

“You’re a terrible liar.” He glared at her. “Tell me the truth.”

“Okay.” Chan gave Tori a worried look. “So...we might be doing...something.”

“Aha!” He exclaimed. “So you are dating!”

“No!” Tori insisted. “I mean...we don’t know. We haven’t really had a lot of time, and-”

“How long has this been going on?” Felix demanded.

“Um, well last week was when we-”

“LAST WEEK!” He shouted.

Tori lunged forward and covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up, idiot. Do you not understand what a secret it?”

“Secret my ass.” He licked her hand. “Were you just never going to tell us?”

“Eventually we would’ve.” Chan promised. “We just...didn’t want to change anything.”

“Which is why...” Tori continued. “We still aren’t telling anyone.”

“Like hell.” He glared at her. “I am marching right out there and telling everyone. They deserve to know.”

“Maybe after the comeback?” Tori suggested. “We just need to make sure it won’t ruin-”

“How long do you think it’s going to take Jeongin to figure it out?”

Tori winced. “Okay, so I might have to tell Jeongin.”

“And Changbin and Jisung will realize that something is up with Chan really fast.”

Chan frowned. “They can keep a secret.”

Felix gave Tori a hard look. “And at what point does it become a secret you’re only keeping from Hyunjin?”

Tori breathed a shuttered breath. “Please, Felix. I promise we’ll tell everyone, once we understand ourselves what’s happening.”

“You’ll tell everyone?”

“Everyone.” She promised. “Including Hyunjin.”

Felix groaned, smacking his face off the door. “I’m going to be in so much trouble when they all find out.”

“You can pretend you didn’t know?” Chan offered.

“Sure I can.” He hit his head again. “They’ll see right through me.”

“I’ll buy you all the presents.” Tori promised. “And give you all the cuddles.”

“You should stick to cuddling your whatever.” He looked at Chan. “I’m watching you.”

Chan gaped. “Why am I the bad guy?”

Tori kept the serious tone going. “Please, Felix.”

He closed his eyes for a long moment, before nodding. “Fine. But I was hush money.”

“You’ve got it!” Chan and Tori said together.

Felix rolled his eyes and opened the closet door, stepping into the hallway. “This is a great little crime ring we’ve got going.”

“I love you, Felix.” Tori blew him a kiss.

“Don’t you be all cute.” He frowned. “I can’t believe you two. Actual children.”

“Where were you guys?” Minho demanded as soon as they stepped into the green room.

“In the closet.” Felix squeaked.

“Wow, big moment for you.” Seungmin offered Felix a thumbs up.

Felix sputtered for a response.

“You’re the best.” Tori whispered.

“Seriously, bro. Couldn’t do it without you.” Chan quickly ushered Tori to the snack table.

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[taintjisung]

[23:45] hyunwoo

words: 1743

top: hyunjin

kinks: sbf, oral

“i thought you were straight, wooj,” hyunjin hummed.

“i am, why?” woojin mumbled in response, looking up at the boy across the room.

“dark mode and incognito mode do look similar, i can’t blame you there.”

hyunjin held up the elder’s phone, showing him the search history he had discovered while snooping. pegging.

woojin immediately went red and silent, unsure how to combat his exposure that wouldn’t confirm hyunjin’s suspicions further. but he settled.

“that’s not mine.”

“oh, okay, must be a different woojin-with-four-o’s-0-4-0-8 with chan hyung as the lock screen and a camera roll full of seungmin’s vacation photos. rather common, i’n’t it?”

“look,” woojin sighed. “i am straight. i just think... there’s a lot of, um... look, these guys cum so hard that way. i was thinking of maybe, y’know... giving it a shot?”

“you’re a guy who wants to try anal, and i’m a guy who wants to try giving it to another guy. i see two desires with one solution here.”

woojin stuttered for a moment as his cheeks quickly grew a violent firey red. “are- are you out of your mind? i-“

hyunjin approached woojin and sat down beside him, gently placing a hand on his cheek. “no one has to know.”

hyunjin guided woojin to his lips and the elder allowed it, lashes fluttering closed as he leant forward. with the same intention clear on mind, it only took a few seconds for it to immediately escalate, hyunjin pushing woojin back onto the couch and parting his lips to deepen the kiss as his hands left the sides of his face to roam his body.

hands coming to hyunjin’s curves, it was easy to pretend the boy on top of him was a girl. maybe he was straight, but there was so much he craved sexually, to uncover and experience in his body that was being granted to him in this moment. all he craved then and there was a woman to dominate his submissive nerves, and hyunjin partially gave that as he reached beneath his waistline, grabbing ahold of his growing heat.

“god, you’re so fucking big, wooj. i wanna see it.”

“not out here,” woojin mumbled, but hyunjin insisted.

“it’s nearly five, they’re all in bed. do you want to wake them up or have the freedom to be as loud as you like?”

“loud? you think you can please me that well?”

hyunjin grabbed woojin by the chin and held his face in place to look him in the eye. “when i’m done with you, you won’t be dancing for a week.”

his hands moved back to woojin’s belt and quickly unclipped it, and woojin was undressed in no time, stripping hyunjin as well and leaving the two of them completely exposed in the living room.

“it’s gonna hurt if you’re tense,” hyunjin hummed, wrapping his hand around woojin’s length. “so... you’re gonna cum twice for me tonight. just so you’re relaxed when i show you how it feels. why don’t you watch a little porn while i get you off?”

woojin hummed and accepted his phone back from hyunjin’s hand, unlocking it to the page his snooping member had left open. god, he was so impatient to feel what those guys were feeling. to know what it’s like to cum untouched at the hands of a woman. but maybe a man would feel even better. warm girth that could bend and fit to his shape, maybe even find his prostate faster if he knew what he was doing.

“why don’t you show me how you do it first?” hyunjin cooed, planting a few kisses along woojin’s thighs as he guided his hand to his length. “i’d love to watch.”

woojin wrapped his hand around himself, gently pulling as he watched the porn on his phone. he took his sweet time to cum as hyunjin watched, feeling more and more comfortable with the boy watching as he grew closer to his orgasm, reaching it as hyunjin bit down on his inner thigh. he caught it all in his mouth to keep from making a mess and swallowed every last drop, opening his mouth proudly to show woojin that he had.

“now that you’re relaxed, feeling good, here comes the fun,” he smiled. “legs up.”

woojin obeyed, lifting his knees off the couch and shyly showing hyunjin what he had to work with.

“such a pretty hole...” he hummed as he reached out and grazed it with a fingertip, and woojin blushed.

“don’t say stuff like that, geez.”

“stuff like what? pretty hole?”

woojin groaned and covered his face, lewd words making him embarrassed and hyunjin catching on as he pushed a lubed up finger inside of him.

“gotta prep you for my cock,” hyunjin hummed cheekily as he took his time to ensure that woojin was comfortable. “you’re gonna take my dick so well, aren’t you?”

“god, shut up, hyunjin.”

hyunjin just laughed, but dropped it, wanting woojin to be comfortable as he finished stretching him out. it took a good twenty minutes as he was extremely careful with him, but once he was able to fit four fingers in he decided he was ready.

“just relax, hyung. i’ve got you.”

woojin hummed in response and watched hyunjin’s movements patiently, the younger putting his hyung’s legs down and sliding between them.

“do you want me to use a condom?”

woojin grinned. “no. do it raw.”

“i like the way you think,” hyunjin responded, leaning down to find the right position before gently pushing himself inside. not quite all the way, he didn’t want to hurt woojin his first time. he also didn’t want to be too touchy, but woojin initiated that anyway as he grabbed him by the back of his head to kiss him softly to drown out his own sound.

“does it hurt?”

woojin nodded weakly, and hyunjin grabbed ahold of his hand. “just relax, i’ve got you. i’ll be careful, just tell me when to move.”

the two shared a breath for a moment, as close as friends can be, before woojin nodded.

“you can move.”

hyunjin ever so gently pulled all the way back out again, then in halfway. he was aware of how big he was but knew if he hurt woojin, this would likely never happen again. he didn’t want to turn him away so easily knowing how sensitive he was; no, he wanted to do the opposite. he wanted to make it feel so good woojin would be on his knees begging for more.

he looked up to see the look of discomfort laid across woojin’s face, and planted a soft kiss to his cheek just below his left eye.

“just a little bit more, i promise it’ll feel good. just relax.”

woojin whimpered softly, taking hyunjin’s hand in his beside his head. he had to consciously relax; he hadn’t realised he was tense, but as he released that breath along with his shoulders, he felt hyunjin slip back in a bit easier.

“can you take more, baby?”

woojin hummed in response, and hyunjin ever so slowly tested the waters bottoming out, his head brushing woojin’s prostate. it wasn’t close enough to make the boy moan, but it was enough to make him suck in a sharp gasp.

“there?” hyunjin cooed, gently shifting slightly to hit it better.

“there,” woojin breathed, eyes fluttering closed, and god, did he look pretty like this. hyunjin had to grit his teeth to keep himself under control.

woojin reached to stroke himself, but hyunjin took his hand away and held it against the couch.

“i’m gonna make you cum untouched,” hyunjin whispered against his ear, and woojin absolutely ate it up, melting into his touch.

“then faster, i can’t take it anymore.”

hyunjin laughed, cupping woojin’s face lovingly. “hyung, i am trying so hard to control myself. do you really want me to go faster?”

“just be careful,” he responded softly, and hyunjin couldn’t help but smile at the look in the boy’s eyes. all trusting, all innocent.

he picked up his pace just a bit, and woojin struggled to stay quiet, brows sewn in pleasure as his body rocked against hyunjin’s. he almost regretted not trying this sooner, in pure ecstasy at the feeling of hyunjin buried all the way inside of him. and the pleasure only increased as the younger attached his lips to his neck, trailing wet kisses down to his collarbone before biting down gently.

woojin let out a louder moan now as he grabbed onto hyunjin’s back and pulled him closer, burying his face in the crook of his neck as hyunjin’s hungry lips moved to his shoulder. woojin’s nails dug in as he approached his climax, breathy moans leaving his lips at a rhythm that synched with their movements.

“i’m so close,” he panted, and hyunjin’s hands came to woojin’s face, cradling his cheeks to look him in the eyes.

“cum for me, wooj.”

woojin’s eyes locked with hyunjin’s as that familiar feeling washed over him, more intense than he had ever experienced, and he couldn’t help but let out a loud, desperate moan as hot cum spilt over his chest.

hyunjin rid it out with him as he finished, and stilled inside of him to let him come down from his high.

“you did so well, wooj,” hyunjin praised, kissing the boy’s cheek as he gently pulled away. “how was it?”

“that was so intense,” woojin responded breathlessly. “thank you.”

hyunjin smiled. “ready to wash up and get back to bed?”

“we’re not done,” woojin laughed, pushing himself up from the couch and laying hyunjin down, positioning himself between his legs. hyunjin didn’t protest, but rather just watched with a smirk as woojin hesitantly wrapped his hand around his girth, sticking out his tongue and licking a stripe up the side of his hard length before opening his mouth and taking it all.

“open your mouth more,” hyunjin commanded, and woojin obeyed, teeth leaving hyunjin’s skin to be replaced by mainly tongue. he wasn’t exactly good at this, but after getting to see what he did, hyunjin was already so close.

“i’m gonna cum,” he warned, and woojin let go with a soft pop sound, stroking hyunjin gently to his orgasm and watching the cum drizzle back down his length.

“now we can clean up,” woojin smirked, and hyunjin ruffled his hair.

“thank you, baby.”

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

A love like silk// Han Jisung pt. 13

Bad boy!Jisung

Genre: Angst/ Fluff (a little humour as well in this part) Summary: Silk, one of the softest fabrics on the planet. It’s breathable and comfortable. Just like how he was to you. He gave you space to breath. He always made sure you were okay. Yet why, do people say he’s bad to you? He gave you a love that’s soft and tender. A love that involves soft touches, tight hugs for comfort and sweet talk, smooth like silk. Word count: 4,2K Warnings: Swearing, FLUFF

A/N: The final part of the series? Read at the bottom of the post an important message,

It was now Monday and it was time to go to school for Jisung and Y/n. Jisung stretched his body on the matrass he laid on, Y/n’s parents had put for him next to her bed on the ground. He groans softly, realising the weekend was already over and that it was time for real life again.

After the offer from Y/n’s parent’s he immediately called Chan to tell him everything, he didn’t know what Jisung was talking about, but that’s understandable if someone is yelling gibberish in your ear on the other side of the phone. Chan was blown out of his mind when he realised that his group and himself were given a chance to become professional musicians.

He told Jisung after understanding the message, which took Jisung thirty minutes to transfer, that he’d be locked up in his self-made studio, which he also called his bedroom. Jisung smiled to himself, still feeling grateful and glee when he looked up to see his girlfriend still sleeping peacefully.

He grinned to himself and stood up, to let himself fall on her bed to wake her up with hugs and kisses. She groans when the air was knocked out of her lungs and at the tickling feeling of Jisung’s lips rushing softly over her skin.

“Good morning sweet cheeks.” He muttered in between his kisses. “Get off me, you’re heavy!” Y/n groans into her pillow. “Love me back!” He whines, making her giggle. Giving in on his little tantrum and hugging him back. “We need to get ready.” “You go first then.” He tells her as he gets off her. “We have multiple bathrooms, it would safe us time. You use mine, I’ll use my parents’. They’ve gone to work already.” She informs whilst dragging her body out of her bed.

“It’s not even half past seven yet, you’re telling me they already have gone to work?” Jisung asked shocked. “They are hardworking people I guess.” She replied with a smile. “I can see who you got it from then.” Jisung smirked as she walked away, looking her up and down.

She scoffed at him and threw a stuffed animal, he had won for her, at his face. He laughed loudly as he skilfully dodged  it. “What? I was talking about you being a hardworking woman. I was certainly not looking at your ass.” “Watch it or I’ll find something harder to throw at your face.” “You love me.” “You’re lucky I do, now get into the shower. We’re going to be late for school.” “Ma’am, yes ma’am!” He would joke before jumping into the shower.

“Jisung c’mon! We’re going to be late! We have fifteen minutes to get there!” Y/n yelled from down the stairs, waiting impatiently for Jisung’s slow ass to come back down. “Woman, calm down. I’m ready-“ He started, until he saw her.

Y/n looked up to him and saw something familiar. Jisung looked down at his shirt and then back to his girlfriend’s crop top. “Did we accidently match our outfits?” Jisung asked whilst laughing. “I guess so.” Y/n laughed. “It looks good on you, the crop top. I think my sweater would look even better-“ “Sungie, we’re literally wearing the same shirt and flirt at school, will you? We’re so late, I don’t want to go to detention after school.” Y/n grabbed him by the hand and dragged him along with her to school.

A couple of periods had passed and Y/n was in need of seeing Jisung. People kept questioning her about her relationship with Jisung, especially since they wore a matching or coordinated outfit, making it obvious that they were together.

Y/n made her way outside, to be scared by Jisung who was hidden behind a pillar. She screamed before slapping his arm playfully, making him groan dramatically in pain. “I only wanted to surprise you with a flower, I though you loved me!” He added, still playing the drama queen. “You’re so cheesy, but thank you.” She said as she accepted the flower from her boyfriend. “You told me to flirt at school, so I will baby.” He smirked whilst wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

People were staring at them as they were having lunch. Girls were sad and angry that Jisung was once again taken and so were the boys when it came to Y/n. The couple didn’t care and just ate their food whilst going through their English project once again, checking every detail whilst enjoying each other’s company.

Eventually they didn’t make a full song, Y/n didn’t want Jisung to feel too pressure on making one. She knew that he wanted it to be perfect and it would be too much pressure for him to perfect it. “I’ll make you a song then, if you won’t let me for school.” Jisung winked, making you scoff playfully. “Are you ready for our presentation?” She asked him, fumbling with her fingers. He placed her hands in his to calm her down. “I think we will nail this, don’t worry.” He pressed a kiss on her finger, before shooting her a wink. He kissed his cheek as a sign of gratefulness.

“Let’s do this then.”

Their project was called ‘the road that’s life’. It sounded really cheesy but their teacher seemed to be all in for it. They explained, in English of course, that they were supposed to make a song, but they had to little time. 

They talked about how people grow throughout the years for the better and for the worse. They took their own personal experiences and talked about them vaguely or as if it was about another person. They took their presentation to another level by making is psychologic centred. T

he pair talked about how they would love to make music that helped others, by comforting them with a good melody or with meaningful lyrics that could speak to someone’s heart. The teacher absolutely loved their presentation and the class was shocked at how well presented it was. The teacher gave the pair 95 point out of the 100, since Jisung’s pronunciation was a little off every now and then.

The two high-fived each other in victory before returning to their seat. They were given looks by the others in the class, envious at how good Jisung’s and Y/n’s presentation was, making them seem whack.

Jisung smiled at her brightly, happy that he scored so high on a subject, especially since he couldn’t had done this without her. “I’m going to treat you after school, okay?” He whispered to her. “What?” She asked surprised, he kissed her cheek sneakily and quickly before turning his focus on the teacher who was speaking, leaving Y/n bamboozled.

Y/n and Jisung were about to go to their usual café, until she was stopped by Jiyeon that stood in front of her. Y/n sighed, letting go of Jisung’s hand and kissed his cheek after he said that he will wait for her at the gate.

“What do you want Jiyeon?” She asked, not amused by Jiyeon at all. “I just wanted to tell you that I worry for you. Jisung is-“ “My boyfriend. If you’re trying to get him back by spreading untrue shit. It won’t work Jiyeon. You’ve known it ever since I’ve walked into this town. Jisung likes me and only me. You can’t do anything about it.” Y/n snapped, not here for Jiyeon’s shit.

“I-I- He was mine first!” Jiyeon scoffed, knowing she’s losing the game. Y/n smirked to herself. Jiyeon’s minions had left her weeks ago, knowing they will keep getting into trouble if they stayed around Jiyeon, leaving her alone. Y/n pitied her, but right now she felt petty and got lost in the feeling.

“Sweet heart, he was never yours. He’s not a possession you can just claim. Besides, he loved me all those times whenever you were ‘together’. Just give up already, this is starting to look pathetic.” Y/n said, noticing that people were watching them.

“He’s no good Y/n. Trust me.” Jiyeon tried again with a scoff. “You’re telling me he’s no good, but why does it feel so good?” Y/n snapped back, a smirk appearing on her face as she felt a pair of arms around her waist. “Shall we go my love?” Jisung whispered. You nodded in reply, taking his hand and leaving Jiyeon who stood there whining like a little kid who didn’t get what she wanted.

‘Too bad for her.’ Y/n thought.

“Since when did you get so confident sweet cheeks? I still remember the day I met you where you were so flustered when I called you sweet cheeks for the first time.” Jisung smirked as they were out for something to eat. “I got like this, because I’m dating you baby.” She shot him an innocent gaze as she took another bite of her food. Jisung was taken back by her comment, letting out a weird sound as he sat back, hiding his face in his hands. Making Y/n laugh in the process.

“I’m really not that confident though. She was trying to steal my man and I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“God, I love you.”

Y/n and Jisung sat there for a while, until Yasmin walked in with Woojin. Once again, Woojin was panting as he burst through the door a little later than Yasmin. Both Y/n and Jisung were perplexed at Yasmin’s sudden appearance, not really sure what to say but ‘hi’.

“’Hi’? That’s all you can say? What the fuck is this? I thought you were with Jaemin? You ignored me for weeks and I hear from Woojin about you and Jisung now being lovey dovey!” Yasmin exclaimed confused and angry as she confronted her friend.

Y/n sighed softly, knowing that she had to explain everything to her friend. Which she did after she requested Yasmin to sit down and listen to the whole story.

When Y/n was done, she received a slap on her arm from her friend. “You potato head! You should’ve told me! I could’ve helped you!” Yasmin cried. “I’m sorry.” “Are they back together?” Yasmin asked, making Woojin and Jisung turn their heads towards Y/n, being curious as well. “They are. Jae texted me last weekend that he had a chance to talk to her and he won her back. She forgave him and he said he promised her to be the greatest boyfriend she could ever think of.” Y/n said smiling happily.

“I’m glad, so you didn’t break my heart for nothing.” Jisung joked, making his friends’ jaws drop.

“Sungie!” Y/n whined, Jisung kissed her cheek, hugging her tight.

They were both happy that things were finally working out for the both of them.

Days went by and school was out since they all had vacation now.

Jisung spend most of his days writing lyrics and producing beats, Y/n would accompany him as he was working. Not minding that they were sitting in ‘silence’. Jisung even made raps for her, he was a sentimental rapper and Y/n loved how lyrical he was. His voice sounded amazing and she was praising him constantly, until she heard a certain song called ‘wow’ Jisung had produced with Changbin and Chan.

“EXCUSE ME NOONA DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND-“ “BABY STOP-“

Besides the song Jisung rather wants to forget, he and the others also started to perform again. Y/n’s father loved the songs they had made and they signed a deal with him. One day Jisung was crying as he performed a song, he had made for her. Everybody’s hearts were swelling as they saw the couple hugging each other at the end of the song. They all loved it.

The boys had a new image and they couldn’t be more thankful or happier.

More days went by and today was it Jisung’s mom’s birthday. Jisung felt nervous to see his parents again, especially since his mother had invited Y/n over. She didn’t know of their relationship yet, but she knew they were friends and she wanted to see her again.

“Y/n, I don’t know, we could visit another time-“ “No, we’re going baby. I already bought a gift.” Jisung pouted as he started to whine. “I can’t argue with you when you call me baby.” He whines, making her giggle. “I know my love, that’s why I did it.” Y/n stated over the phone. “Are you almost her by the way? We’re going to be late for your mother’s party.” “I am- Chan is driving as fast as he can.” “I am!” She heard him yell in the background making her laugh.

Y/n saw a car coming towards her, assuming that it was Chan and Jisung. Jisung stepped out of the car and got back in as soon as he saw her. She wore his favourite silk dress with a nice jacket. She could hear a faint scream, before Jisung got back out of the car, leaving her in a giggling fit. “Was that you?” She asked her boyfriend as they got into the back of the car together.

“N-no.” He stuttered, his eyes not leaving your body. “Excuse me, eyes up here Mr Han.” She said snapping her hand, making Chan laugh who was in the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay Sungie?” Y/n asked when Jisung hadn’t said or moved at all after ten minutes of driving.

“I-I- MY BABY LOOKS SO GOOD! WHOOH DANG!” Jisung yelled out, startling both Y/n and Chan, who burst out in laughter right after. 

“We’re here.” Chan announced, making Jisung swallow loudly. Y/n took his hand and tightened her grip to assure him that it’d be fine. They thanked Chan before getting out.

Y/n was ready to walk towards the door, but Jisung had stopped her by hugging her tight. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked him once again. “Just let me hold you for a second.” Jisung whispered. You sighed in content as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend who was almost shaking.

“I just wanted to tell you before we go in, that I’m first of all terrified. I never bought a girl home to my parents’ place. And I’m so nervous, because I know you met them already, but this feels so real and I don’t know how to handle this. And secondly, I love you so much. I don’t think that if I wouldn’t have met you, I would’ve come this far. I love you so much.” He whispered as he held you tighter.

Y/n felt like crying at how sweet her boyfriend was. She kissed his forehead and told him that it would be alright. He took a deep breath before walking with his girlfriend to the door of his parents’ place.

“I thought I heard someone!” Jisung’s mom swung the door open, scaring her son and his girlfriend out of their mind. 

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His mother laughed before hugging her son. After she had let go of her son she turned to Y/n who stood next to them awkwardly. “Y/n, dear! It’s so good to see you again! How have you been- wait come inside!” His mom was clearly excited to celebrate her birthday with her son, since Jisung’s older brother was overseas studying still.

They caught up for a while before Jisung’s mom was going to make dinner. “Let me help you with that.” Y/n offered. “No dear, you sit down and help. You might ruin that gorgeous dress of yours.” She says. “It’s just a dress ma’am, I can buy a new one.” Y/n laughed before she disappeared into the kitchen. “You better keep her around!” Jisung’s mother whispered to her son. “Can I help you as well mom?” “Sure! I guess all help is welcome!”

Y/n was talking to Jisung’s mom whilst kind of ignoring him as he was cutting the vegetables. Jisung was slightly pouting as he wanted his girlfriend’s attention. “Baby!” Jisung whined as she was talking to his mother. “…and we got 95 point on our English project I told you about the other day!” “How amazing! What was it about?”

“We’ll tell you at dinner, but I just have to say Jisung is amazing. He’s truly the best.” His mother smiled and looked at her son who was still pouty cutting the vegetables. She nudges Y/n who then looked at her boyfriend and chuckles. She would put down what she was doing and walk to him and hug him from behind. He sighed happily when he felt her touch and leaned back so she could burry her face in the crook of his neck.

“Finally.” He sighed, putting his stuff down as well as he enjoyed the affection. They heard his mother in the background coughing, turning their attention to her. “Why don’t you two go and sit on the couch, you’ve helped me enough. Go and relax, you have vacation!” Jisung and Y/n did as they were told and sat on the couch together. Jisung wanted to cuddle with his significant other, but she didn’t want his parents to walk in on them. “Baby we’re just cuddling-“ “Still!” She hisses. They suddenly hear the door open to reveal Jisung’s dad walking in.

The adult man looked surprise to see the two in front of him. Jisung let go of her immediately and sat up straight. The man nodded as a greeting, receiving a hi and a small bow from Y/n whilst Jisung stared awkwardly at his dad. Y/n felt the tension and when his dad was out of sight, she brought Jisung into her arms and told him that everything would be alright.

The four of them were sitting at the dinner table, the parents would be having a conversation whilst Jisung and Y/n had their own. “Jisung my dear, when are you coming home with a someone? We- well I at least, would love you to date someone like Y/n.” His mother would confess, making Y/n spit out her drink almost. 

The parents gave her a confused look, whilst she was too focussed on Jisung who was trying to calm her down. After they shared a look Jisung started to speak. 

“Well, mom. I am dating Y/n actually.” Jisung confessed softly. His mother exclaimed loudly in surprise, before clapping her hands in excitement.

“That’s wonderful my love! I’m so glad that you have found someone so great as her!” She chirped. “I’m glad that I’ve met your son Mrs and Mr Han. Your son is absolutely amazing. He takes good care of me and I’m very happy to call him my significant other.” Y/n confessed, making Jisung smile before kissing her cheek.

Jisung looked at his dad, who still hasn’t said anything. His mother noticed as well and poked her husband in his sides, ordering him to give the young couple something out of him. The adult man cleared his throat before speaking. “Congratulations. You’ve found a lovely lady Jisung.” He spoke softly. Y/n thanked her boyfriend’s dad for the compliment, whilst Jisung was still just staring at his own dad.

Twenty minutes later, the silence was broken by Jisung’s dad and it left everybody in shock. “So, Jisung. I heard you started music again?” Jisung looked up to his dad in surprise. His dad never showed any interest in Jisung’s life. He was often too busy with himself or his job. 

“I-I did.” Jisung was able to get out of his throat. “Have you been making music again with your friends?” His mother asked as well. Now Jisung turned to his mother in surprise, the same thing applied to her. She never seemed interested in his life, so this was very unfamiliar for Jisung.

Under the table had Jisung grabbed Y/n’s hand in comfort and he felt himself calm down when her thumb caressed his hand softly. “I am. We have received a deal from Y/n’s parents who started a music project. We’ve done a couple of performances already and we’ve been doing very well.” “Y-you what?” His mother stuttered whilst she looked at Y/n.

“What do your parents do exactly?” She asked curiously. “Well, they were CEO’s of an international trading business, but my dad wanted to follow his dreams and do something with music. One day Jisung was making food for me whilst singing and my dad heard so he gave Jisung and his friends a chance. My dad saw a lot of potential and I believe so too that they can make it far in this business.” Y/n said proudly with a smile.

“That’s very impressive, have you lived overseas?” “Well yes, before I came to Korea, I lived in Singapore for three years. I’ve also lived in Europe for multiple years.” “My goodness, that’s unbelievable.” His mother seemed very impressed and happy, whilst his dad still hadn’t reacted.

Another five minutes of silence went by and his dad stared to speak up again. “Well, Jisung. I hope it works out for you and the others. You deserve it after what happened. I really hope your mother and I get to hear some of the works you produced. I also hope that you and Y/n will stay together, she’s good for you. Now, if you will excuse me.” He said before standing up and walking away, leaving everybody stunned.

Jisung suddenly remembered that Y/n had talked to his dad and he dragged her into his arms, making her squeal. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but it must be magic. You made my dad like you and say that.” Jisung whispered stunned. His mother was bamboozled as well. “She really does wonders in this household.” His mother exclaimed. “I wish I had met her earlier. We would’ve had more memories.” Jisung said with love visible in his eyes.

“I really didn’t do anything.” Y/n says shyly. “You opened his eyes dear, mine as well. If it wasn’t for you, our so might had never talked to us again.” 

“Sweet cheeks, just admit it. You’re an angel.” Jisung jokes.

“Alright, different subject. Mrs Han, I bought you a small present.” Y/n said whilst getting the small box out of her purse. Jisung’s mom took it politely, before opening it to reveal a beautiful minimalistic diamond necklace. “It’s not much, but we didn’t want to arrive with bare hands.” “My dear, it’s so beautiful. Thank you two so much.” She says before standing up to give them a hug.

“JUST ADMIT THAT YOU’RE AN ANGEL ALREADY WOMAN-“

The night ended quicker than they thought and before they knew it was Jisung walking her home. He held her tightly by her waist as they stumbled down towards the sunset. “I wish that I could spend everyday with you, looking at the sunset whilst holding you in my arms. I wish I would wake up with you snuggled up to me, every day, for the rest of our lives.” Jisung whispered softly as they stared at the scenery in front of them.

She turned to him with a smile, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I’m so fucking grateful for you. You have no clue. You made my life so much better. We might have a mess that had to be cleaned up, but we got through that. I don’t know how much I have to thank the universe for meeting you and getting to keep you in my life, to call you fucking mine. I love you so much. I hope you know that. I will make sure that you will feel loved and I promise that I remind you how much I love you, every day.” Jisung confessed as he held her hand. Y/n was tearing up by his sweet words, hugging him tight as she cried onto his shoulder.

“I love you so much. You’re the sweetest thing. I am so glad that my gut was right when everybody told me that you were bad news. I knew that there was so much more in you and I was right. You’ve helped me so much as well Sungie. I couldn’t be happier that you’re in my life. I love you so much I don’t know what I would do without you.” She admitted, making Jisung cry this time.

The two stayed like that for a while, before walking again.

Whilst Y/n’s eyes were focussed on where they were walking, was Jisung’s focused on his beautiful girlfriend who he still just couldn’t believe was his. Her face was glowing and if this wasn’t the prove that angels were real, Jisung wouldn’t know it anymore.

What he did know is that he loved her to bits. 

And that he would love her for the rest of his life.

The end...?

So, this is the final part of the ‘A love like silk’ series... OR IS IT?

MWUAHAHAHA

Gif isn’t mine. Fuck he’s cute.

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[ilkjin]

Little did he know - Part 4

After a long time waiting for your teacher to finish with the snail speed he had. He handed you the test and told you to check it on your way to lunch.

You listened and turned the papers one after one scanning for any fault symbol but… there was none.

You had all right. You passed.

With a joyous feeling quickly possessing your body you jumped about 4 meter straight up into the air and then proceeded with bolting down the hallway after receiving an answer to a text.

You feelt your phone buzz inside your pocket but you ignored it, just like you ignored all the teachers trying to slow you down to lecture you about the risks of running in the hallway but you avoided them as well as the students.

It was a tricky run since all the students were heading for lunch so you had to zigzag most of your way to escape run ins. But you did it, when you reached the cafeteria you did a quick survey of the place and then continued the short run to your target.

With the sound of air leaving a body you collided with Changbin and wrapped your arms around him with the test in one hand you tightly hugged your detention saviour.

When he had gotten a glimpse of your test paper he hugged you back for a second before you pulled away noticing all the people staring, including the Stray kids gang.

And that's when you learnt. The looks on their faces when you had attack hugged their family member revealed their status.

All but Lee Felix looked grim or worried.

Despite all the people staring at you, you were still happy. You were thrilled actually.

But it didn't last for that long.

When you saw Chan slowly approaching you like a cougar waiting to pounce you feelt your stomach drop. You shouldn't have done that.

Why couldn't you just think before you acted? They were your enemies, and Stray kids protected each other. You wouldn't be able to use Changbin anymore after this.

Slender fingers latched onto your hand and pulled you down into a seat next to Changbin. There was food all over the table. It looked as if they had stolen a buffet and the people sitting there were just throwing food onto their plates ignoring all the strange looks they got. The scary part was that the table was occupied by Stray kids, all sitting there peacefully eating apart from Chan who was slowly joining the lot of you.

“Hey! I'm Felix, Binnie’s best mate!”

Whaaaat, the boy had a round cute face and freckles speckled all over. He looked like a little angel but his voice… he sounded like a demon with a deep cave voice that could scare of a lion if he roared. Seriously, what.

“isn’t Channie Bin’s best boy?”

“Isn't it me? But were bros!”

“Shut up Jisung! Only Minho likes you!”

“That's not true! I don't like him.”

“then why were you kissing earlier eh?”

Wow, Stray kids were a bunch of dorks. So carelessly throwing around words with important meanings. You could see why Changbin chose them as his family, apart from all the lies they were cute. Even Chan seemed enjoyable.

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You actually stayed and ate with the family and they dragged you with them when they were done, the 10 of you ran around the halls of the school behaving wild as ever. It was fun. You actually got to know the gang a lot. Woojin and Seungmin were the quietest ones while Felix and Jisung were the loudest. Chan definitely had a soft spot for all of them but surprisingly enough you didn't feel the need to use that, you were happy just being there. They accepted you on a whole different level. Although  you had noticed a few dangerous people watching, including SHINee’s youngest. They would often share information with Bangtan and were considered allies.

And of course that wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. You'd have to pay them a visit before they shared the fact that you had fun with enemies with Jimin. Ironically Jimin was the reason you were allies, apparently he used to date their maknae capo and it ended well. How a relationship can end well was a mystery to you but they said it did, something about realising their love for each other was platonic and hearts belonging to someone else.

Well that romantic crap.

Despite your new after school problems you had fun together, they shared funny facts and memories with you.

It was mostly just Felix acting funny and Jisung freaking out with Seungie being evil.

But they did tell you a quite special story about the people they called 3RACHA. Changbin, Jisung and Chan’s childhood “gang". Apparently they had their little mob together when they were 6-9 although it was just a fun little thing. Changbin didn’t like the fact that mobs actually existed so he convinced the others to stop calling it their little mafia.

It was irony on high level, that both the others were in fact Underboss and a Capo in a real gang, and the fact that Minho snorted at the story. He didn't hide the fact that the irony amused him. How they've managed to keep Stray kids from Binnie and Lix was beyond you.

Anyways….

School had actually ended and you found yourself calling Taemin.

First of all he was too old to pass as a student. Jimin’s 20 that’d make Tmin 22.. alright fine he could pass as a senior but still, you knew that he graduated a year ago at another college to.

“Y/N, it's you isn’t it?”

Oh shit he picked up, you gave yourself a little facepalm. And of course he didn't save your number.. guess you'd have to thank him for that.

“Did you tell Chim?”

“Why did I even hope that they knew about you.”

“You think to well of me.”

“if what Jimin told me is true then I feel like I'm understating you.”

“Jimin adores me, of course he'd tell you I'm good.”

Sigh, Taemin had a thing for making innocent small talk. It'd normally be found polite but you liked to get straight to the point.

“You can't tell him, or any of them for that matter.”

“Okay, I won't.”

Shit, what can you give that he would value… yes he did say yes but those were only words and it was never that simple in your line of work. If you were Jimin you could probably have gotten away without payment but now you wanted him to go against his ex.

Ah ha!

“Exo’s scouting routine.”

“Y/N I already agreed.”

“T.O.P’s real name.”

“Deal"

Hehe, you did know Tminie. Maybe not as well as Jimin but you did know him.

Now you only had Yoongi to worry about, maybe Kai if you were unlucky.

Part 4/?

im not super confident about this chapter but i have something sweet coming up!

#changbin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #bts #taemin #mafia au #college au #Bang chan #lee felix #Lee Minho #lee know #han jisung #yang jeongin #kim woojin #kim seungmin #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #Little did he know #au

[bambyeol]

This Band (p.10)

B.A.M SEQUEL now updating daily!

pairing/s: band! park jihoon x oc ; band! bae jinyoung x oc ; doctor! hwang minhyun x oc

character/s: park jihoon, park woojin, bae jinyoung, ong seongwoo, kim jaehwan, ha sungwoon, lai guanlin, kang daniel, yoon jisung, hwang minhyun

genre: angst, fluff, music (band)

summary: never date your band mate.

warning : a sequel so I’d appreciate it if you’ll read B.A.M first. though you can always live dangerously and read this immediately.

This Band (p.1) This Band (p.2) This Band (p.3) This Band (p.4)  This Band (p.5)    This Band (p.6) This Band (p.7) This Band (p.8) This Band (p.9)   This Band (p.10)  This Band (p.12)  This Band (p.13) This Band (p.14)   This Band (p15) This Band (final)

B.A.M p1 // B.A.M p2 // B.A.M p3 // B.A.M final

wanna one masterlist

song inspiration: Stop The Rain by Day6

The clouds are rushing in

Everything fading grey

The lights in despair become clouded 

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It was the middle of the night and Riseul found herself tossing and turning. She shouldn’t have asked.  

“Because I couldn’t…. I still can’t.”

An unexpected ping from her phone breaks off her contemplation. She unplugged the phone from charging and checked the person who sent her a message late at night. When Jinyoung’s name appeared as the sender, Riseul had no choice but to open the message. Jinyoung wouldn’t have sent her something if it wasn’t an emergency.

Oh God, what could have Seulla gotten herself into this time? Was she dead drunk in a ditch?

“Babe, check this out. Jihoon’s finally manning up kekekekeke. That advice totally came from his own experiences lolololol   along with a link of Jihoon’s recent guesting in Hello Counselor.” Another text came in from Jinyoung who apologized and explained that she wasn’t the intended recipient.

She quickly locked her phone and threw it onto the far corner of her bed before scrunching up and squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to stop her curiosity from getting the better of her.

It doesn’t work. She threw the blanket away and fumbled on the sheets to find her phone.  

Just the first ten minutes she told herself.

She almost wanted to laugh when the hosts introduced the problem of their guest. Two band members who dated and now at the brink of break-up causing trouble for their other band members.

It was an exact replica of their past.

She noticed how he slightly shifted his weight on the pillow he sat on and how his hands immediately reached for his nape when he was asked for an advice.

“Ah, this is…”  prolonging the s-sound. “They care about the two of you. I think it’s a blessing, having a group whom you can rely on even if you will sometimes think that they’re annoying or overstepping their bounds. It’s a connection you can find only by being connected with what you are passionate about. And the two of you as well,” referring to the couple.

“You’re connected by something unlike any other. You’re connected by music, and as a fellow musician I know what it’s like to be connected to others through that, so why are you both running away and being afraid that meeting each other again would destroy the group dynamics? Aren’t you two musicians? Musicians are capable and should express everything. It’s hard to understand anything with silence. Besides, I believe that once you’ve found the home you could return to, you should never let them go. Both the band and each other…”  he adviced and wowed the crowd causing the other hosts to tease him in return.

“Yah, Jihoon-ah! Was that even for our guests today?” they snickered and Jihoon adamantly denied what they were hinting.

Ever since Jihoon’s statement at the press-con, everyone seemed to conclude that Jihoon and Riseul had some unfinished business and somehow, the two were shipped instead by variety show hosts.

Strangely enough, it didn’t annoy her.

She closed the video and laid on her bed while staring aimlessly at the ceiling. She always thought that she was the mature one between the two of them, but after their relationship and the current happenings, it was Jihoon who learned, accepted and acted. It was her who stayed away to reflect, but nothing grew out of it, only her stubbornness.

It was embarrassing and a strike to her pride how it was Jihoon whom she needed to actually realize things that she needed to reflect on back then.

Maybe it was her mistake. No, it was her mistake.

She shouldn’t have left without a word.

Back then, they were each other’s home, and she pondered if JIhoon was still there, waiting for her to come back.

“Ah. I’m alone now..” the words slipped out of her mouth for the first time in years.

A confession. A realization.  

An actualization of her regret. ---

With the concert fast approaching, the band was trying to squeeze in any possible practice that the members could attend given everyone’s busy schedules. Of course, it wasn’t possible that everyone would always be available so they settled for days where most could attend.

Today was like any other. Jisung and Riseul couldn’t attend, given their jobs. After a few rounds of practicing the songs, they were now huddled together in a big circle for some constructive critiquing which everyone knew would end up in another round of savagery, horseplaying and banters thrown to each other.

“I swear to God, I’ll tape the fuckin lyrics of the songs round your house, Jinyoung. How could you forget the lyrics when you’re the one who wrote them?”  Woojin breathed down Jinyoung’s neck trying his hardest to stop himself from strangling their keyboardist.

Jaehwan joins in due to his amusement between the two’s argument, “But isn’t that Jinyoung’s trademark? And the fans love him for it. Besides he wrote that a long time ago like 3 years ago?”

“Wasn’t that five years ago, hyung? I remember that it was when Sungwoon hyung entered the band.” Guanlin, their newest member chimes in.  

Jinyoung claps in response as if he suddenly remembered something, “Right! I remember that song now. It was the song Riseul helped me with when she arrived in America. Gee, so that was why I keep on forgetting the lyrics.”

“Funny story is I was having a hard time getting the concept of bitter breakups into lyrics, so I asked Riseul for help and she told me to fuck off.”

“Oh, so that was why she Skyped me at 3 in the morning back then raging about why you were the one in charge with the words. I was so sleepy back then I thought she just wanted to catch up with us.”  Jaehwan added, and Woojin nudged Jinyoung who thought it was a gesture of acknowledgement.

Seongwoo was facepalming by the side as he observed how Jihoon’s eyes narrowed. Jihoon was listening - intently, and from him emanated a tension that everyone immediately felt except of course for Jinyoung and Jaehwan, their two members who could never read the atmosphere. Even Guanlin, the most clueless one regarding the past sat straight up with the tension rising, whispering to Sungwoon, “What’s happening?”

It was always a slow boil with Jihoon; like that of a simmer. The anger was always within, and what was seen on the outside was just a foreboding of the explosion to come.  

“So, you knew? Where Riseul went?” Jihoon finally spoke in a low, steady tone with a smile similar to that of curiosity.

“Yeah. She told us just before she left. She gave us her Skype even, and told us her new number.” Jinyoung replied innocently.

“Oh. I see.” he nodded slowly and the hair on their arms rose.

“Because I clearly remember everyone told me that she didn’t tell anyone where she went.” Jihoon stood up and left the room closing the door with a force that caused everyone to jolt. Woojin quickly stood up to run after Jihoon, hitting Jinyoung’s head before leaving.

“Did I say anything wrong?” Jinyoung looked around confused. Jaehwan then began to understand, “Shit.” “We fucked up so bad.” Seongwoo sighed.

---

“Jihoon!” Woojin called out as Jihoon stomped his way out. When he realized that Jihoon had no intention of turning around, he quickened his pace until he forcefully grabbed him to make him turn around.

Jihoon swats away his wrist, fuming, before he launches his fist and swings it towards Woojin who didn’t see it coming from the side until he felt the force on his cheeks.

“Everyone knew.” He huffed out. “God! I feel like an idiot. Of course, everyone knew.” he shouted and laughed with bitterness. He clenched his fist again, raising it as he pulled the collar of Woojin’s shirt

“Park Jihoon!”  a voice called out from behind that made him freeze and stop from swinging and ultimately let go of Woojin’s collar.  That voice has been ingrained in the back of his head like a mother’s scolding. It suddenly made him rethink and reconsider his actions. “What the hell happened here? Why are you at each other’s throats?” Jisung asked with an air of authority. Jihoon walked towards Jisung before pausing, “Ask them. They’ll know. They always knew.”

Turning around and looking down on Woojin who held his swollen cheek, “I honestly don’t care if the band knew and decided to keep it from me.”

He shakes his head. “But I trusted you.”

---

notes : it’s ending soon, I promise 

#wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #park jihoon #park jihoon scenarios #park jihoon imagines #park woojin #ong seongwoo #bae jinyoung #ha sung #kim jaehyun #lais ribeiro #yoon jisung #kang daniel #hwang minhyun #wanna one fic #wanna one fanfic #wannable #2park #bam #bamsequel #thisband #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop #wannaone

[straytears]

Boyfriend au! Seo Changbin

Here’s the request anon! It took forever to write and i’m so sorry :( I’ll be doing my best to fulfil all that’s in my inbox atm! But honestly, Changbin is coming for me and me writing this didn’t help the fact he about to bias wreck tf outta my ass but hey, please enjoy ♡♡♡

✓  - complete

✎ - writing in process

✗ - have yet to start

➵ masterlist

❥ chan - ✓ | ❥ woojin - ✓ | ❥ minho - ✗ | ❥ hyunjin - ✗ | ❥ jisung - ✗ | ❥ felix - ✗ | ❥ seungmin - ✗ | ❥ jeongin - ✗

- bc our boy is in love with the whole dark concept, I really don’t see him being affectionate

- jks, i’m only playin’ with y’all

- he whipped af for you and falls in love with you first

- you know the way Felix looks at Changbin? Yeah well, Changbin looks at you the same way with the same love-struck eyes

- the boys 10/10 would recommend y’all to stay together bc they see the positive change you bring upon Changbin, as well as him being more happy in general ever since you guys got together

- I have a lil’ inkling that he maybe wouldn’t be a fan of PDA bc he has that ‘dark rapper’ image to keep up

- the only PDA he accepts is hand holding, especially when it’s cold bc then he’ll place both of your hands in his pocket, still intertwined

- however, when you guys are alone, prepare for the real koala attack of affection and clinginess

- this boy would always have to be touching you in some way, whether it be holding your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb, an arm around your shoulder or just straight up hugging/ cuddling, you name it, he does it

- lets you sit in between his legs when watching movies with his arms around your waist

- y’all could just be cuddling and when you get up bc you need to leave, he’ll quickly pull you back into his arms and full on trap you by wrapping his legs and arms around your whole body

- “boiiiii I gotta leaveeee, why you all up here being an octopus?”

- “binnie, I gotta leave bc it’s getting late, please let go.”

- “no, it’s too dangerous for you, just sleep over.”

- when you turn toward him, he’ll give you his best aegyo in hopes it’ll make you stay

- fortunately, you do, bc hey, who can resist the almighty dark prince Changbin’s aegyo?

- but if you really can’t, he’ll walk you all the way home in order to make sure you stay safe bc he a gentleman too, just like the rest of Stray Kids

- he’d be way too shy to initiate the kisses in the r/s so when you do it, he’d love it, especially if it was one of them spontaneous cheek kisses

- loves it bc he enjoys turning to you after them to see your sparkling eyes and innocent smile that always manages to get his heart beat faster

- however, when he does feel up to it, he’ll kiss you on the cheek, without accidentally choking you like he lowkey did with felix but don’t get too comfortable bc he just a shy, soft boi

- also, bc he’s 2/3 of the super nice arms line after Chan, I see him being the type to rest his chin on your shoulder or head while gently rocking y’all side to side when he has his arms wrapped around you bc he secretly loves being that type of bf

- also the type to pretend he’s mad at you just to get your affection bc he’s way too shy to outright ask for it

- this boiiii and his Snorlax MUNCHLAX plushie

- srry but he loves it more than he loves you

- you sleep over at the boys’ dorms one day and expect him to cuddle you while sleeping?

- nah fam, if Snorlax MUNCHLAX exists, you ain’t getting none

- you lowkey getting jealous of Gyu and hiding it from him just so he can cuddle you to sleep more often

- he finds it anyway but then feels bad so he cuddles both you and Gyu

- treating Gyu as if the plushie is your baby

- “jagi, I’m not going to be able to take care of our baby tonight, so can you look after him please?”

- bc Changbinnie loves his black clothes, even if he doesn’t like matching couple items, just wear all black and you good :) all your couple clothing will be black

- purposely blasting Matroshyka through the dorms but having his “MAAAAAAATROSHYKA” part on loop just to piss him off

- also, setting it as his alarm and your personal ringtone for him

- 10/10 ends with him chasing you around the dorm and tickling you by nuzzling his nose in your neck

- buying him muscle t-shirts because as I told you, this boi has some pretty nice arms too

- highkey loves when you wear his hoodies

- stopped trying to hide the fact tbh because everyone knows

- when you meet his parents, they absolutely adore you, especially his mother bc she’s just that sweet and easy to get along with

- realises he loves you when he introduces you to his parents and he sees y’all interacting with each other so well

- knows you’re the one when his mum tells him so, as well as his sister

- you cook him Abalone and Octopus just because it reminds him of his home

- a.k.a where your future mother, father and sister in law reside ;)

- tbh, I already know this boy is a dangerous one in the kitchen, so whenever he comes over or you go to the dorms, when you cook, you make sure to keep him at least 100000000 feet away from flames and sharp objects.

- basically the whole kitchen tbfh

- even though he probably doesn’t know how to cook, he’s good at cleaning and helps you clean your room and house

- that’s why your mother loves him more than she loves you tbfh

- when he’s feeling down, he’ll ask you to send him a recording of you just talking bc he just loves you so much that everything about you has the power to brighten up his day

- when you’re sad, he’ll just let you cry in his arms and give you his shoulder to cry on

- 100% calls his mother or sister after this and asks for help on how to help you without revealing too much info

- your dates would definitely be at places with lots of lights where you can take them aesthetic and mysterious pics of him a.k.a Changbin’s style

- he’d also bring you to the studio and let you hear his rap and the lines he wrote for either 3racha’s songs or the whole group

- feels like you’ve got front row seats to an Eminem concert tbfh since he raps so fast

- probably has a specific blanket reserved for you whenever you get cold or tired at the dorms just so he can see you wrap it around your head and whole body with only your face poking out bc he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

- if you fall asleep anywhere in the dorm that isn’t in his arms or his bed, he’ll carry you back to where you belong: his bed or next to him :)

- honestly just wants to roll you up in one of Minho’s bundles to protect you bc you’re just so precious to him

a/n

every time I write a head cannon, I tell myself i’m going to do it in a logical order but it never happens, as you can tell with this one and the other🙃

#stray kids #jyp stray kids #stray kids hellevator #bang chan #kim woojin #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #stray kids imagines #stray kids fake texts #stray kids reactions #mtl

[reosian-archive]

The Order: District 9 pt.5

Plot:  The Order was a government fairytale for those who wanted peace across the world, the countries creating ties rather than wars. Population control was done in a manner that it wouldn’t affect the innocent. It was a perfect world, so why would anyone want to go against that? Well perhaps the Order wasn’t so crystal clear to their population as they said they have been. A rebellion is brewing with a revolution sure to follow but can the rebellion make it in time before more innocent souls are forced to battle to the death?

Genre: Action, Angst & mild depictions of Gore for this chapter!

,Word Count: 7,210

Pairings: none

Other Parts: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

When they finally made it home, Minho had holed himself up in the living room corner with Hyunjin at his side helping with the data transfer. Though this time he offered the other a chocolate bar he had saved for his ‘hardworking’ days at the desk. It was odd but Minho accepted it, especially since it had been such a long time since he ate that sort of candy.

The two are left to their own devices whilst Jisung makes sure to have everyone seated on the couch. Jeongin and Seungmin stay out of his way, the man was known to be rather pushy when he had his mind set on something. So it was best to stay out of the way until called on, so that is what they did.

Woojin is the one who fights his pains the best, hardly wincing when he’s seated on the couch despite the fact he has a bullet lodged into the back of his thigh. Felix offers a boyish smile when he sees the worried look in Jeongin’s eyes when he walks into the living room but it doesn’t last long. Not when the pain of his wounds taunts him once more, eyes squeezing shut with his teeth gritting down onto each other.

“Seungmin, get the first aid. Jeongin, get the rubbing alcohol.”

Orders fell off his lips and the two hurried off to fulfill them as Jisung does his best to bring Changbin to the couch as well. He hadn’t been doing much better but in comparison to Woojin, he was lucky with his own injuries.

Chan stands off to the side, his own battle wounds are nothing he can’t fix on his own. With a few days rest the swelling would go down and it wouldn’t matter anymore. Besides, it wasn’t like he was afraid to leave a scar. He had plenty, hidden they may be but plenty they were. Though he couldn’t say that the sentiment was shared with his small group of friends.

Jeongin says a quick ‘excuse me’ before he rushes past Chan, who only steps out of the way, and sets what Jisung had called for down to the ground next to him. Seungmin follows suit with the first aid kit and then some, he hadn’t been sure what he needed but he figured most would leave Jisung content with what he needed. And so they stay out of his way, Jisung means well and they know this. Just there were times when it came to patching people up that he became more ‘snappy’ towards everyone else. His focus was meant to be on his patients only and he was often distracted when other people tried to talk to him.

So they stay out of the way.

Jeongin grabs at Seungmin’s hands each time one of their friends lets out a hiss of pain. Squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hide himself from the scene of it all. Knowing that his newly found friends had gotten injured when he was safe has his heart aching. Though it was to keep him safe, he couldn’t understand why Chan had sent him off on his own in the vents. Not when he could’ve been there, just maybe he could’ve prevented some of the injuries that were gained.

But there was no use in crying over spilt milk.

Not when he should be lucky that they all managed to come back with their lives.

It was Woojin’s injuries that were the worst to hear. Though he gave no screams or yelps of pain, it was the grunting as he bit against a rag that made it unbearable. Jeongin had opted to try and take a look at what was happening, the sight has his stomach drop. With Woojin’s pants pulled down to the ground, the wound looked so much worse with the flesh peeking out of it, blood seemingly dripping out at an alarming rate, leaving Jisung to make do with what he had.

It was crude and completely unethical but he managed to pull out the bullet casing. Whether or not there’d be any horrible side effects, that was unknown as this had been Jisung’s first attempt at such a feat. Woojin had done his best not to squirm but the feeling of something foreign prodding against the tender flesh of his thigh makes him uncomfortable.

When it’s all said and done, Woojin thanks his friend in a quiet voice and Jeongin hides his face this time as he tries to fight back the tears that threaten to fall.

It was all too much for all of them and yet, it wouldn’t be the last so they would have to deal with it for now and try to forget about it in the morning.

Felix opts for sewing his own wounds up, he doesn’t care much if it leaves a scar and in fact, he’d prefer if it did. So he does it on his own, though Jisung does end up helping him with the sewing process because Felix hadn’t really accounted for how much it hurts to even stick a needle in one’s own skin.

But when all is said and done, each boy patched up and given a bottle of water to soothe their parched throats. Felix shouts in victory after his first drink and at first no one follows through with his celebration. After All, they had come out with more injuries than intended but Chan is the one to continue the cheers. A drink in hand as he holds it up to the ceiling.

“Cheers to District 9!”

He cries out and the other’s follow suit, the smiles and laughter finally coming back to the aching boys.  The house is filled with cries of victory and hugs are shared, even Minho can’t fight the smile that makes its way onto his face. Although, he is far too busy to enjoy the festivities of his comrades.

There is far too much to unpack in the data transfer, some of it was of little interest such as investments and land plotting. But somewhere things that not even Minho could fathom the Order taking up. From what he could gather in the short time he spent looking at it all, the Order had been tracking it’s public’s search histories. Looking for any reason to make someone suddenly disappear. So it would seem their worries weren’t unjustified, the Order was looking to silence those who threatened it’s regime. It’s another headache added onto Minho but it’s a conversation with Chan for another day.

Hyunjin, though bored, goes through the data in amazing time and finds himself organizing them based on their level of importance. It’s when he’s about to finish the last set of it that his laptop blares an alarm, beeping as the words ‘VIRUS DETECTED’ flash over and over.

The celebration stops, the boys all looking over in confusion and some in fear. Had the Order already managed to track them down? It shouldn’t have been possible.

“What is it?” Felix asks as he makes his way over to the monitors, a hand placed over Hyunjin’s shoulder as the boy’s fingers type away at amazing speeds.

He doesn’t answer at first and everyone can’t help but glance at one another worriedly, Chan’s grip on his water bottle tightens and it’s so close to breaking.

The silence that overcame them is quickly dissipated by the sound of a rather angry Hyunjin.

“I fucking hate Jae, that goddamn prick.” He groans, a sigh of relief is given my most in the room.

Hyunjin’s fingers run through his hair, gripping and pulling at his own hair for a moment. Seungmin and Jeongin are the only ones who seem confused, Minho hardly cares as he focuses back on the data that they’ve returned with.

“Who’s Jae?” Jeongin asks, voice soft and broken from all his crying.

Seungmin rubs at his back, trying his best to soothe the worries of his brother as Woojin opts to be the one to answer.

“We never really met the guy but apparently, he’s one of the few people good enough to be Hyunjin at games. So they stay in contact, mostly through stupid hacking games.” Woojin tells him, offering a smile that quickly falters when he’s put too much pressure on his thigh.

“So he’s....good?” His only response to this from Woojin is a kind smile and nod.

It’s enough to soothe his worries for the time being.

“What does Jae want?” Felix asks, doing his best to keep up with whatever Hyunjin and the man seem to be going back and forth about. Everything is starting to give him a headache, although maybe it was the blood loss? It wouldn’t matter anyway, Hyunjin always gave him a headache regardless of that factor.

“When you guys did your whole ‘Mission Impossible’ shtick, I had Jae look into some stuff the Order has been doing. For fun, you know?” He starts off and almost immediately everyone’s eyes are on Hyunjin, even Minho who seems rather upset about the knowledge. “I told him it was just for fun, you know get a little bit more... I don’t know ‘spicy’? Either way, I found out Jae’s friend group they’ve partnered up with another group of guys to start up their own revolution.”

The news of more rebel groups starting up is exciting, for Chan it’s exhilarating as it means they can speed up the process with taking down the order. Although it seems not everyone is on the same page.

“Did you just say...spicy?” Changbin questions, quirking a brow as he looks over at his friend who just groans and ignores him.

“Yes, I did asshole. So anyways, they have a few people in their team or whatever, apparently this guy Changkyun or whatever the fuck his name is. He’s managed to create a server for all the rebel groups, so Jae’s dumbass basically sent me an invite in the form of a goddamn virus.” Hyunjin’s agitation is evident in how talks, along with the fixed glare he has towards the screen as he seems to accept the invitation into the server.

Minho only raises a brow at the boy’s actions, but he doesn’t bother to do much else as his attention is drawn back to the pictures now popping up along the screens. The voices of his comrades get lost in the background as he finds himself drawn into that hole he nearly escaped a few years ago. It seemed that the Order was doing more than just silencing people, families were being silenced as well or memories were erased. How far their evil seeds rooted themselves, he wouldn’t be able to find out from the information they gathered alone.

But it was a good starting point.

Though he and Hyunjin hardly exchanged physical words, the two communicate on their own through their devices. Both expressing a sense of disgruntlement at the idea of what the Order was doing to innocent civilians, but they couldn’t do anything about it. Not yet anyways.

Their silent means of communication gets interrupted by a newcomer, they assume it’s this ‘Changkyun’ guy and so they allow it. For now. He exchanges information with them for some of their own, the rebellion was barely gathering itself from what they were told. None of the rogue groups knew what to align themselves to, they were all simply dubbed ‘The Rebellion’ due to that. Hyunjin had contemplated stating that District 9 was their groups name but decided against it. Though Felix had a few choice words to exchange there as he had been seated besides Hyunjin, watching the odd chat room commence.

It’s only when Changkyun lets it be known that different rebel groups were planning an all out attack in a few weeks that it became serious once more. At first the attack wasn’t going to be strategic. Just a simple way of letting the Order know that there was an enemy against and that they wouldn’t back down. But as more rebels found one another, using backwards methods of hacking as their primary source, they found logic in a mass group attack worldwide.

It takes a bit more going back and forth with the mysterious man before he finally releases the location of different rebel groups. The list was long, listing several names that Minho found himself recognizing from his own time in the cell. Changkyun leaves before they can ask him anymore, it seemed he was even more mysterious than Minho was to Hyunjin.

“So, our fellow rebels have anything of use?” Chan asks, his voice causing the boy’s to jump in their seats.

They turn to look at him and that’s when they’ve noticed all their friends have retired for bed. How long had they been talking to Changkyun? It only seemed like a few minutes, but perhaps it was longer?

“Apparently there’s more rebel groups aside from just us.” Minho starts off, Felix is already beginning to doze off against Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“And?”

“And if you gave me a second, I’ll answer the rest.” He says with a groan, running his fingers through his hair before going on. “There’s some nearby rebel groups, I’m going to see if I can contact them tonight and with any luck. We’ll have some allies by tomorrow morning.”

There wasn’t any use in telling Chan about the plan to attack one of the Order’s District tower so soon, it would set the man off on a mission. One that would jeopardize everything they’ve been fighting for. But the man’s harsh stare and quirked brow shows he has no room for small talk.

“Well here’s the thing, if they agree to working together then we’ll have a better shot at taking down a few more buildings in good ol’ Aussie. Which means the Order’s control here will be weakened, so we’ll be able to restock on what we need without a problem.”

Now that strikes a reasonable chord in Chan, he brings his drink to his lips with a soft hum.

When had he grabbed a glass of..- was that alcohol? Nevermind.

“Keep me posted on what happens with these other rebel groups, it’s time we turn in for the night. We earned it.” He says, voice low as he offers his drink up in mock cheers before downing the rest of it.

It’s silent when the man leaves, Hyunjin and Minho exchange glances as Felix practically wraps himself around Hyunjin in his sleep.

“Does he usually drink?” Minho asks, face and voice of any clear emotion.

“Never.”

// // // // // // // // // // // // //

The incident goes unspoken of in the morning as the boys gather around in the kitchen once more, Jisung is the one who opts for making them all breakfast and Jeongin is eager to help. There was something about Jeongin that had the boy yearning for a fatherly bond with him despite their rather small age difference. But Jisung allows it, showing the boy how to do simple things and even allowing him to bring everyone their plate.

“So you get a response?” Felix asks, squinting his eyes under the morning light as he thanks Jeongin and Jisung for the food before he begins to dig in.

“From who?” Woojin questions, they could always count on the older man to say the things the other’s couldn’t find the heart to say. In a way, he was their only connection to what life had been before since so many of them had so quickly adjusted to the life of being a fugitive.

“Just this group of rebels, we got some allies finally but there’s a nearby group. So we’re tryin to contact them, hoping to group up before we head out and take down another building.” Hyunjin answers, drowning his pancakes in syrup before stuffing them into his mouth.

Seungmin listens rather quietly to it all, the thought of there being more of them in the world strikes a sense of happiness in him. But it’s bittersweet because whilst it was great to have allies in a world like this, that meant that the Order had failed them to in some way. His dampened mood seems to have been showing because suddenly he’s pulled into a hug by Changbin, albeit it’s an awkward one but it was a hug nonetheless. And Seungmin returns it, smiling at the other before he puts his focus back on his plate and the conversation at hand.

“So did you get a response?”

Hyunjin looks up from his meal, eyes wide in surprise but only because he didn’t expect Woojin to be so eager to hear an answer. He does his best to chew his food rather quickly before he answers, coughing here and there. Felix pats the boy’s back with his good arm, laughing at him when he sees the syrup that’s dribbling out the corners of his lips.

“Shut up.” Hyunjin huffs before he wipes it off, looking over at Woojin with a slight nod. “Yeah, we did. They’re supposed to be heading over soon. They want to take down another building tonight, told them we were sorta fucked up from the last one. But they aren’t taking no for an answer.” He tells him.

“Well shit.” Felix manages to encompass the general in one rather crude phrase as he stands up from his seat. He’s about to give his goodbyes to start his morning training when they all realize something.

Chan was nowhere to be found.

It stirs a sense of panic in the boys and Woojin pushes himself up from his seat, pain blooming like a raging fire in his thigh as he does his best to walk outside. Hoping that maybe Chan was just out there, practicing like the madman he was.

“Did you guys see him go anywhere or anything last night?” He asks, run a hand down his face with a groan.

“Uh he drank like a glass of something and then left, but I dunno where he went.” Minho is the only one to offer any sort of help as most of them had retired far earlier than Chan did.

“He....drank?” Jisung asks, pausing in his motions of setting up his own plate.

Minho nods, not quite understanding the odd severity of the situation.

Jisung groans before he looks at Woojin, “He’s probably in the basement asleep. Go wake him up.”

Woojin just nods, limping his way towards the basement as he mutters curses to himself. The rest of the boys look toward Jisung for some sort of clarity and he lets out a dry laugh.

“Chan can’t handle alcohol, but when he does drink though. The man passes out for hours on end, so it’s better to just wake him up.” The boys all make an ‘ah’ motion with their lips before they resume their own tasks. It was a a rather funny thought that haunted their minds for the hours to come, to think someone so intense could be taken down by just a shot of liquor.

It isn’t until a few hours later that they see Chan again, eyes slightly puffy with his hair a wild mess. His movements are sluggish as he makes his way around the kitchen, grabbing another bottle of water as he finds some crackers to stuff into his mouth. No one says anything to him as he does all this, it’s a bit of a funny sight so they keep their commentary and giggles to themselves. Chan pays them no mind as he stuffs his mouth crackers, only to wash them down with water as he rubs at his eyes. He doesn’t remember what compelled him to take a victory shot, all he knew that it was one of his worst decision to date.

His head isn’t pounding though, which mean he wasn’t having a hangover so that was a plus. But he had hoped to relax as he settled himself on the couch with another bottle in hand. That was quickly destroyed when there was banging at the front door of their meager home.

“Open up, it’s us!” The voice was light, almost cheerful and it has everyone exchange a look. Well everyone but Chan, he was still trying to gather himself with two fingers pressed against his temple.

Jeongin decides to open the door, it’s a spur of the moment sense of bravery for the young man as he hurries over. Upon opening it, his head tilts in confusion as he’s met with a bright smile from what he can only assume is a girl. He’d never met one before and Seungmin’s mother never really counted, they had never properly met. She’s about to say something when she’s interrupted by another girl, one who has a sort of bat with nails sticking out in all areas over her shoulder.

“So where’s the slayer? Figure we gotta talk to the man in charge of you losers.” She growls out, her eyes glancing over the area that she could see from the doorframe.

Jeongin doesn’t like her much, she’s too much like how Chan was when they first met and so he hurries back into the safety of Seungmin’s arms.

“Give me a moment, I’m still trying to wake up.” Chan says, voice low with a husky sort of tone that just shows how long he had slept prior to his awakening.

The two girls walk in and they’re followed by five more, some remind Jeongin of the first girl and some of the second. He’s a little confused on how he should react or even speak, so he goes back to look at Seungmin for confirmation for everything.

“Well you look like shit.” The girl says, she’s almost laughing at the way Chan seems to be holding his head and the man gives nothing to fight her on it. Instead, he laughs along with her too.

“If I had known I was gonna have an audience with Queen herself, I would’ve cleaned up.” He jokes in return when he finally looks up at the girl. The two bring each other in for a hug as Chan gets up from the couch and she sets down her bat.

“You know her?” Felix asks, amazed that Chan would know sort of girl let alone one that just seemed to ooze that same intensity that Chan did.

Chan looks over at his friends and he smiles, it’s a smile they hadn’t seen in a long time since this all began.

“You could say she’s an old friend from the battle.”

A friend? They hadn’t known he made friends during that hellscape but then again, they didn’t know much else other than he had one. They never bothered to ask.

“Not to be rude, but would you mind at least giving us names.” Woojin is once again the first to try and pull everything together. His soft tone allows the girls to understand that they had been intruding without a proper introduction and a few flush in embarrassment.

The girls all introduce themselves one by one, the one who had knocked on the door was Yujin and the one with the bat was Seungyeon or Queen as Chan had called her. The blond was Elkie, although Felix settled for calling an emu for some reason that went unknown to them. The girl with the bob cut and a scar along her left cheek was Yeeun and their youngest was Eunbin. The last two were their eldest Seunghee and the quiet one, Sorn. The boys introduced themselves as well, they do little explain anything aside from their names and ages since the girls had been kind enough to explain who the eldest and youngest were.

Once that was all said and done, there’s an awkward sort of silence before Jeongin finally speaks up. His voice shaky due to the frightening nature of Seungyeon, but he powers through.

“Why are you called the Queen?” He asks, head tilted as he grasps tightly at the shirt Seungmin wore.

Seungyeon looks amused almost, she hadn’t expect them not to know why but then again. The Order never really thoroughly explained the battles and it’s winners to the public, all that people knew was there was a battle and if one had the money. They could view it. Nothing more.

“It’s cause I’ve been in the battle four times now, first one was cause I got caught. The next two were for fun and the last, well I have my own little vendetta against the Order.” She answered it all with such clarity in her voice that it had concerned the boys, even the way she had said it had given a hint to longing the battle.

“How old were you in the first one? No offense but you look like you’re our age.” Felix asks, the girl is becoming more and more of a mystery to him.

“Uh let’s see, this is my first year not going back and I’m twenty-two, so probably like sixteen or seventeen.”

Before the boys can ask another question, Chan clears his throat to call for their attention. And it works almost immediately, even the other girls turn to focus on him as well.

“I’m going to talk to Seungyeon about the building we’ll go after. After that I’ll take whoever is able to handle it.” Chan tells them before he makes a motion for Seungyeon to follow, which she does but not without taking her bat with her.

Another awkward silence settles in with the girls on one side of the main room and the boys on the other. Hyunjin hardly does anything to break the ice between, Minho has been ignoring them since they arrived, so it’s left to the others to do something. Anything.

// // // // // // // // // // // // //

By the time the two leaders come back, the two groups are finally talking to one another and making friends. Jisung had found himself bonding the most with Sorn, she wasn’t as quiet as she was before but it seemed that she had always been subject to becoming her own groups medic. So they exchanged knowledge with one another, especially since it was a given that they’d both be joining in on this take down.

“Alright, girls get your shit together and get in the car.” Seungyeon commands, her voice leaves no room for argument and the girls obey rather easily. Yujin is the one who gives a chipper goodbye alongside a wave before she leaves, Seungyeon just rolls her eyes before she leaves to go outside as well.

All eyes now focus on Chan, he looks a lot more put together now with his arms crossed over his chest. “Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin, Minho and Seungmin you’re gonna come with me. The rest of you guys stay here.” He says and the boys who were named stand up, not needing anymore to be said before they head off to gather what they’ll need.

“Why can’t I go?” Changbin questions just as Chan turns to go head outside.

“I can’t have you freezing up on me Changbin.” Chan answers, his voice is firm and leaves no room for the boy to even add in a second question as he walks away.

The balantant refusal of his help puts a deep frown on Changbin’s features, he had done well their first go around. Sure, he had messed up but he made up for it by the end of it. Sensing his friend’s upset, Woojin lets out a sigh as he places a hand on his shoulder and offers him a smile.

“He means well, you know that.” He tells him and Changbin can only nod. His shoulders slumped down in defeat as he leans against the elder. “How about this. While they’re out, I’ll train you a bit more with a pistol.” The promise has Changbin nod a bit as he gets up, opting to go to the room he claimed as his own for a nap.

Jeongin watches his friend go with sad eyes and even tries to get up from his seat when Woojin shakes his head, mumbling something about how it wouldn’t help. So the boy listens, opting to try and cheer up the rest of his friends by playing little games or even just asking questions they already knew he had the answer to.

At least they have someone like him around to brighten their sour moods.

// // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // 

There wasn’t much of a plan for their next attack, it was rogue and bound to be messy but in truth that’s how Seungyeon liked her attacks. It was hard for the enemy to guess what they would do, sure it was messy and may have lead to more casualties than it need be. But it was just how things worked with her group. Chan had no quarrels with it when they discussed the plan and what would be done, though he warned her that his group was fairly new to it all so orders would be given.

She didn’t argue.

In fact, she agreed with him.

Seungyeon had noticed how skittish the boys all were, even if some did try to put up a brave front. They would need to gather themselves soon, with the main attack against the Order being just mere weeks away. The Rebellion couldn’t have boys who would chicken out by take a step at the Order’s base.

So during the drive, with the girls one car and the boy’s in another, Chan had filled them in on how it would go down. Hyunjin was to go with him and Felix, it was easier to keep tabs on them and Felix had worked best with Hyunjin in a general sense. The others would go on their own together, Jisung was better off with Minho and Seungmin as the two would need the stabilizing force that was Jisung to keep them both on track. The general span of the plan was to follow the lead of the girls until the first few floors were cleared out and that was when they would officially split up with Chan and his group taking care of the top floors with Seungyeon joining them. The other’s would stay down, taking care of whatever backup came through and helping Sorn with what she needed.

It was crude when compared to Chan’s original plans for the first attempt but they didn’t argue it. If Chan figured this was the best way to go about it, then they would follow. Minho had been the one giving soft grunts of disapproval of the plan but he said nothing, so nothing would change.

When they finally arrived at where they were to be, they had kept their cars out in the distance on request of Eunbin. She stated that it’d be easier to keep the them and the cars hidden that way, Hyunjin agreed although never stated why he agreed with her stance on this.

As they all start getting out from the cars, gathering their weapons that’s when Felix notices something about all the girls. They don’t seem nervous at all, instead they look rather energetic and he can’t help but furrowed his brows.

“No offense, but you seem a lil too happy about all this.” He says, loading the cartridge into his pistols before he’s placing them behind with his belt holding them up and covering himself up a sweater he brought with him.

“You get used to it after all and it starts being a little fun.. I guess.” Seunghee answers, her voice soft as she offers the younger boy a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she grabs her own choice weaponry before she goes to group up with her own team.

Felix shakes his head in confusion, he doesn’t see what could possibly be fun about all of this. He’s getting more questions than answers nowadays and he won’t have time for an answer until they come to a standstill. So with a grumble about how ‘everything is stupid’, he slams the car door shut before he follows after his own group.

The feelings of safety and comfort wash over him when he’s finally in his group’s circle. It wasn’t like Seungyeon’s group was odd, it was just the intensity that surrounded them that had a tingle go down his spine everytime he looked at them. Perhaps it was just the fact that they were strangers and just met, or maybe it was just the fact that Seungyeon herself was a whole new demon all together. But it didn’t matter, not yet anyways. So he places his focus on Chan, the man discussing the plan with both groups before he wishes his own good luck.

Both groups fall into line as they follow Yujin in through the front door. The only ones who don’t follow in are Hyunjin and Elkie, each armed with guns that are too large to conceal. They needed to be careful about it all, not only with the workers in the building but with the civilians on the street.

Yujin offers a bright smile to the man behind the desk when he looks up, she leans over the desk and tilts her head as she purses her lips for a moment.

“Do you think you could let us go by, sir?” She asks, fluttering her eyelashes and the man clears his throat.

“S-Sorry, I can’t allow that, m’am.” He replies and she pouts, rather cutely to add onto the effect.

He denies her once more and she huffs.

Chan and Felix exchange a glance, had this been the way they were supposed to get through the building? What was the point of guarding themselves if Yujin could just flirt her way through them.

But then the man denies her one more time and she lets out a sigh.

Pulling out the pistol she had from behind her back, she places the muzzle of it against the middle of his forehead and smiles once again.

“Well that’s a shame, I kinda liked you.” She purrs out as she pulls the trigger and blood splatters everywhere. Two more gunshots go off before the two outside enter the building. An alarm goes off with front of the building going into lock down and suddenly everything changes.

Screams from the office works go off as they try to hide but it’s no use, not when the girls go in on them leaving the boys in the dust. There’s more blood getting splattered against the wall and the sounds of bones crunching. It’s only when Seungyeon gives a taunting call of “Slayer” do the boy’s begin to do their own work as well.

Guards start running in, some with shields and some without it as they aim their weapons at them. Chan and Seungyeon waste little time in trying to buy them a free second or two, going in after the ones that are close enough. She opts for her regular way of disposing of the men, slitting the throats open with a combat knife as they choke on their own blood. Chan’s method is much more gruesome as he holds one hostage against his chest with a hand wrapped tightly against the man’s throat, choking him slowly as he uses him as a shield. Aiming at the other men, shooting the ones he can in a means to injure them. Though get’s a few lucky shots in the throats, it’s only when they start shooting at him does he duck to the ground besides a desk. Blood now staining his clothes and face, he glances over to make sure his own men are okay and they are. Hyunjin still looks rather bored but he hasn’t missed a shot from where he stood, the rifle lined up against his shoulder as he seemed to line headshot after headshot.

Yujin and Minho are the first ones to leave without the group, running off to another section of the first floor with Felix and Hyunjin running to cover Chan as he wipes the blood off of his face.

“We’re heading up.” Chan yells out, Seungyeon only nods as she gives a motion of her head to signal for Elkie to join them and the girl only nods in confirmation.

With even more reinforcements coming, the small group of four runs towards the fire escape and quickly heads up the stairs. They don’t stop until they hit the fifth floor, Elkie looks towards Chan with bright eyes as if waiting for an order and he just nods.

“You and Hyunjin are going to cover us from the back end, we’re going to clear out this building as best as we can.” He tells her and she nods, looking over at Hyunjin who just gives a shrug as he pulls out a lollipop and slips it into his mouth.

“A lollipop? Really?” Felix says looking at the boy incredulously and he’s only met with another shrug from Hyunjin.

“We gotta go, we don’t have the time.” Felix tells them both as he and Chan force the door open.

They’re met with silence that won’t last long, the lights are all flickering and Chan raises a hand. They all fall in behind him, taking careful steps as they keep their fingers on the triggers of their weapon. As they come across the first room, Chan motions for them to stay still before he pushes the door open. Upon entering it, there’s no one to be found but there is an alarming amount of pictures posted to the wall. Some are crossed out, others are circled and some are left blank. There’s no wording besides them to signify what each means, it’s rather ominous and the small group can’t help but stare at it in horrific wonder. Felix pulls out his phone, it wasn’t exactly something he should’ve had on him but it was useful in a time like this.

So as he began to take pictures, the others kept up their post and watched the room. It was quiet but far too quiet on their floor to keep them from becoming comfortable. It’s only when Elkie motions past Chan does the group go into motion, the eldest running off into where she had pointed as she and Hyunjin ready their rifles. Felix finishes taking the pictures but he’s searching through whatever papers are in that room, trying to find anything of use as the two begin to fire away. In his moment of panic, he manages to collect a few papers that would be of use and begins to tell them of what he finds but as he does so. He notices that there’s another man coming from behind, aiming straight for Elkie so he does the only thing he can do. He dives straight for her, pulling her to the ground as the missed shot goes straight to the door instead of through her.

She stares at him for a moment, a look of anger boiling in her eyes but it’s gone when she notices that the man was behind her. Hyunjin hardly hesitates as he turns his arm to the man, shooting him with such precision that Elkie nor Felix care about the blood splashing onto their faces.

Their attention is turned down the hall when they hear the familiar cry of Chan, it’s not one of pain nor hurt. It’s a warcry as he wastes little time with the next few guards they start heading down the hallway. With a knife in his hand, he rushes straight for the one on the left and stabs the man straight through the neck. Twisting it, insuring that the man would die slowly from the blood bubbling in his mouth as well as the blood flowing down his neck. The next man runs, he’s aiming for Felix but before he can even reach the room Chan is tackling him down.

He reaches for his gun and Chan grabs his fist before he can, twisting it to the point where it breaks. The three watch in awe as Chan takes the knife from earlier, pressing it against the man’s throat  as he leans in close.

“Does the Order know we’re here?” He growls out, eyes narrowing at the man.

He gets no answer and so he presses the blade a bit tighter against the skin, he winces in response.

“Do they?” He asks once more, his patience wearing thin.

The guard shakes his head no, eyes pleading for mercy he will not be bestowed.

Chan just smirks as he slices the man throat but the cut is so deep that his head is nearly severed from his body. Just barely holding on as Chan steps off of the man, wiping the knife against his pants as he turns to look at his friends. “Come on, we need to search the rest of this place before we leave.”

The group only nods, following his orders with a new found respect and even fear of Chan. They leave no room unturned, searching for information to bring back and look over.

Minutes pass just as quickly as the bullets that rained on the floor, blood is everywhere from the walls to the faces of those whom killed them. Papers are stuffed into a crude looking folder, it’s only when the teams meet up back in the fire escape do they see the extent to which everyone was injured. Nothing to serious had happened but Minho had come back with the worst of it. This time it was he who sported the busted lip as well as a sprain to his ankle. Felix was doing better as well as Chan, it was only Elkie who had sported a few bruises. The rest of the girls had done well, catching either minor bruises or a few scratches.

But there was little time to discuss their findings or injuries, they had been informed of a bomb that was set to go off in the next thirty seconds or so. It was courtesy of Eunbin, she had decided that blowing up the building was a better way to go than to leave it still standing. So with that knowledge they rushed out as fast as they could, with a few limping here and there.

They had barely made it out of the building when the explosion went off, fire bursting through the windows with glass shattering everywhere.

There was no time to admire their handiwork, with sirens beginning to sound off as they barely reached their cars.

Chan and Seungyeon exchange looks with one another, a message sent between them before they load into their cars and begin on the ride home. A sense of pride blooms in the girls hearts whilst a sense of dread begins in the boys.

There is little silence in each car, music is blasting in both as the girls wave their hands out the windows and give victorious cries. Music is blaring in the boys’ ears and Felix is the only one trying to lift their spirits but there are no cries of victory or even relief. There is just silence. Silence that is deafening the music to their ears.

#stray kids #clc #bang chan #lee know #felix #hyunjin #woojin #changbin #seungmin #jeongin #jisung #seungyeon #elkie #yoojin #eunbin #seunghee #yeeun #sorn #*fic

[jihoonslattee]

Lovely Distress | Park Woojin

requested!: anon wanted woojin angst so here I am to write one! also might be short rip. also i couldn’t think of anything else for angst im sorry ;-; song used: Glass Bead - GFriend

I may seem like a clear glass bead

But I won’t break that easily

I love you, only you, it won’t change

I’ll shine on you forever

it was an innocent love

the love between you and woojin

you two first met when you both were trying out a free dance class at a new dance studio that opened up near your school 

when trying to go over the dance you found yourself messing up quite and bit and tbh you were about to just get up and leave because this just seemed to not be your style of dance when a boy around your age came up to you shyly 

“do you need help? i know of know the dance already and can help you go over it”

standing up in enthusiasm you nodded your head and stuck out your hand towards him

“oh my gosh that would literally be so fantastic! i’m Y/N thank you so much for helping me out!”

the boy nodded and took your hand in his as you both slowly, awkwardly shook hands 

“i’m...woojin, nice to meet you too”

he taught you from the beginning of the dance to the end to make sure that you understood all the key movements, and at the end of the dance class you both ended up performing in the same group and even got complimented on by the dance instructor!

after that class woojin asked for your number and you guys naturally got close since he texted you right after he got it, (lol you weren’t even out of the room yet but he still texted you as if you were not there)

you both often started to learn choreography's together and since you were a clumsy person you kind of kept on low key tripping and falling over yourself?? like you thought you had two left feet sometimes 

one day though you fell and basically sprained your ankle and woojin came right by your side and gently held your ankle, causing you to wince in pain 

“does it hurt a lot?”

even if he didn’t have a lot of expression shown you could tell by his voice the concern he had for you 

you tried not to seem like it hurt too much and just slightly laughed it off 

“haha yeah i’m fine! I just need to sit down for a bit!”

but even after saying that woojin gave you a look that said “are you really not that hurt?”

“don’t worry woojin! i don’t break that easily!”

 he nodded his head and helped you move over to his couch at his house as he went into the kitchen to get you an ice pack

as the days progressed after that woojin seemed to care over you more and it made you feel a certain way?

you both also got super close, like close to the point where there was late night talks 

late night facetime calls i mean when either you or him are having problems,

basically eating food meant for 5 people together, aka korean barbecue

don’t forget dancing together which is kind of mostly just woojin showing off his dancing skills which you didn’t mind because he looked handsome while dancing! 

so basically it was like you guys were dating but yknow, you weren’t because even though you guys began to like each other you both were too oblivious to even notice the heart eyes you guys were giving each other 

especially woojin 

like one time you were basically admiring his face while he was talking because he was so cute when he notices you giving him heart eyes and he instantly looks you in the eyes 

“Y/N why are you staring at me like that?”

“o-oh sorry! I spaced out.”

while you were saying that sentence woojin started to think something over before giving you his full attention

“it’s alright, real quick though what do you think of me?”

you were taken aback like what the you weren’t expecting that to come out of his mouth you were just expecting a simple “okay” or “alright” 

“umm i think you’re a really great friend?? what do you want me to say?”

he took a while to respond before gazing down at the table

“i kind of wanted you to say that you thought of me as something more”

you both went silent for a while before you started going off on a tangent

“oh my gosh woojin i um actually do think that way? i’ve been feeling it every since you really helped me out with my sprained ankle a long time ago like you don’t even know but since you feel this way to i guess you do too?”

while watching woojin who had his eyes glued on the table you could see the tips of his ears turn red and you smile a bit 

“woojin you can’t hide your ears are literally telling me everything”

he finally looked up and you could fully see how much he was kind of blushing which made you start blushing because your heart was starting too beat fast 

“i feel the same way..”

you stood up from your chair in shock while made woojin look at you equally in shock but you stood there with a smile on your red face looking at woojin

“so i guess this means we’re dating now?”

and from then you both do the same things as before but now you guys just act cute towards each other. like cringey, cliche cute because woojin would try to do the most out of the textbook romantic things for you which you would still appreciate anyways 

like he would totally just buy you random roses for like a week anniversary, a month and a month and a half which you find so cute because you can clearly tell he’s struggling with money but still has some to buy you simple roses 

your guy’s first i love you’s was when you both were in the practice dance room and you were sitting there when woojin pulled you up to dance with him because a slow song came up 

so you both were slow dancing when you heard woojin mutter something under his breath

“i think i love you Y/N”

 you turned red a little and just looked down while dancing with woojin still

“ i love you too woojin”

everything was literally so perfect, it was like you two were made for each other. 

until one day you found out you had cancer. 

they really only gave you a year left to live but they were going to try and perform surgery on you first and also recommended that you stay in the hospital for that year since you were in the most dangerous stages of cancer already. 

you accepted but told them that you would go to the hospital two days later so you could just kind of say your goodbyes. 

during your last date with woojin before he left your house, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug 

“what’s wrong Y/N?” 

“i love only you woojin, i hope you remember that” 

you gave him a peck on the cheek before going inside, leaving him confused. 

two days later you were already in surgery and the doctors were desperately trying to save you, as the surgery was heading towards a dangerous place. 

woojin came to your house with roses when he was hit with the news you were at the hospital getting surgery.

roses in hand he sprinted to the hospital you were at only to meet the face of the doctor that just looked towards woojin and then towards the roses, the doctor then walked up to woojin and handed him a card 

“i’m guessing this is for you since before she went into surgery she asked for me to watch out for a boy holding roses in his hand. i’m sorry she had to be taken away like this” 

the doctor walked away and woojin opened the card to reveal one of the songs you always liked to play 

I may seem like a clear glass bead

But I won’t break that easily

I love you, only you, it won’t change

I’ll shine on you forever

im sorry i didn’t tell you earlier. i didn’t want you to be worried but if you’re reading this, maybe i should’ve told you so you could’ve been prepared for what i thought was going to happen. i love you and i’ll be watching over you from where i am! Y/N

he dropped the roses and sat on the hospital floor. staring at the card with the small stanza of lyrics and a letter which would’ve been his last memory of you. 

“you said you didn’t break easily but it looks like life got the best of you”

woojin muttered, small tears going down his face while he just looks at the surgery room in front of him. 

#wanna one #wanna one fic #wanna one scenario #wanna one imagine #wannaone #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #park #woojin #park woojin #park woojin fic #park woojin imagine #park woojin imagines #park woojin scenarios #park woojin scenario #produce 101 #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 season 2 imagines #produce 101 season 2 scenarios

[rapxxmon]

Take a Shot

Summary: In which you confess your hidden love for your best friend of six years one day, and he’s licking alcohol off of your body in three. 

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre/Rating: Bestfriend!Jimin, Rated M

Word Count: 4.3k 

A/N: Ok but this pic sucked the life out of me wth, but this was for @wo0jins who is a hardcore Jimin enthusiast. Ty for always screaming with me about BTS at 2 in the morning <3

Living with Park Jimin was not as easy at it seemed, but you wouldn’t have it any other way- or at least that would have been your answer if you were asked in any other day but today.

“Yah! Park fucking Jimin, if I trip over one more empty cup of noodles, I swear to god I will murder you.” You growled as you caught yourself last minute for the nth time today. And as fun as it is to live with your best friend of six years for about two years now, he still manages to do things that make your skin crawl and your head to explode. Opting to pick up one of the chopsticks that tumbled out of the cup you chucked it towards Jimin’s way, and disapproving groans instantly filled the air.

“Stop Y/N what the heck. Let me concentrate, I’m trying to kick Jungkook’s ass.” He whines as he tries to dodge the chopstick heading his way while keeping a firm grip on his controller.

You roll your eyes as you walk past them to head to the kitchen, making sure to slow down when you passed the TV just to tease both of they boys a little bit more. “You guys are literally only playing Mario Kart, and you make it sound like your inventing new medicine or something.”

You pull out a glass and fill it with water as you lean your hip onto the counter and stare back at the rowdy boys, who were now kicking each other to mess each other up. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, you decide that you would call it a day with reviewing for your upcoming test and spend the rest of the day- or should we say afternoon- away from your books. Walking towards them with your water in one hand and phone in the other, you sit next to Jimin on the couch- but not before poking his legs as a signal for him to move over and make room for you. You spend a couple of minutes on your phone- sometimes watching the boys play or sometimes quietly listening to the two boys bicker and scream “REMATCH” from time to time. Add a about half an hour or two, you find your legs across Jimin’s lap, and your head rests on top of the side of the couch, as his arms rest on top of them while he plays his game. It was only then when your phone rings and Woojin’s face lights your phone up that you wake up from you light doze. You stare at your phone not doing anything for a couple of seconds, contemplating whether you want to pick up or not because you have a lead into why he’s calling you- or so you thought. For a couple weeks now Woojin has been constantly asking you if you wanted to hang out and go to on a date or two, and you would lie if you said his little flirting and nice gestures didn’t make you blush and feel a certain way; but there was just something missing. And as much as you hate yourself for admitting it, you couldn’t get yourself to like the kind boy back and you knew exactly why- and it was because he wasn’t Park Jimin. Park Jimin who you met when you were a little 7th grader who transferred to a new school due to your dad getting a new job. Park Jimin who plopped down right next to you at the empty lunch table during lunch one day giving you the brightest smile while he introduced himself to you. Jimin who stuck by your side throughout all your years together in middle school and high school- and now college- despite his rising popularity within the crowd. The Jimin who, you ran first to when burdens and problems became too heavy on your shoulders; the boy who can piece you back together in one hug. The boy you fell in love with.

You are shaken away from your thoughts when you feel Jimin bump your knee with his as he tilts his head towards your phone’s way. “Aren’t you going to answer that?” And if you saw the little scowl on Jimin’s face; you brushed it off thinking it was the frustration over losing to Jungkook for the 3rd time today.

You scrambled to swipe your finger across the accept button, and held your phone next to your ear- quickly throwing in a “hi”.

Woojin kindly greets you and you guys exchange details about how both of your days went- with him throwing in some jokes and sarcasm that makes you giggle a bit. About 5 minutes in your call is when Woojin finally dropped the bomb you were unaware of, and he managed to do it just when you tipped you water to take a sip.

Choking on your water, you almost screamed from the top of your lung, “What?!  You want me to meet your parents?!”

And if that didn’t have both you and Jimin sitting up straighter with a tenser vibe so visible felt around the room then you didn’t know what would. Cursing under your breath, you say a quick sorry as you collect yourself and glance over to Jimin who seemed as equally startled as you. You stare as his face as it morphs into the one you know so well that he makes when he’s disapproving of something, and you brush it off once more. Setting your glass of water down on the small table next to the couch, you quickly scurried in your room.

“Park Woojin what the fuck are you asking me to do right now?” You growled at him once you entered your room.

“I’m sorry! Look I get that you don’t like me back but please help me out here once. My parents are coming in town and I kind of told them I have a girlfriend to get them off my back” The boy begs as he draws out his “please”. And if he hasn’t been such a nice person and kind to you, you would’ve hung up on him already.

“Fine but you owe me alright? I expect a nice freaking lunch for the next month with a bunch of ice cream.” You said as you threw yourself on your bed sighing.

“You’re the best Y/N. Thanks so much, and I’ll make sure you get your food don’t worry.”

You lock your phone as you close your eyes and massage your head, the thought of meeting his parents is starting to make your brain hurt. It was bad already that you had to pretend to be Woojin’s girlfriend, but you had to do it in front of his parents and actually act like you’re in love with their son.

The creek of your door has you opening an eye to see who it was, and you were met with Jimin’s undeniably beautiful face. You slightly groan once again because you didn’t need to see his damn perfect face right now, which seems to short circuit your mind every time you see him. You hum as a way of asking him what he needed, but all you felt was the bed dipping next to you as Jimin lays down next to you and wraps his arms around yours. It wasn’t out of the blue when Jimin behaved like this with you. He was naturally a touchy person who loved hugging people and carelessly throwing his arms around them- but even after all the years you’ve known him, butterflies still managed to flutter in your stomach every time he did so.

“So….you and Woojin huh? Since when?” He mumbles as he wiggles his head into the crook of your neck.

“We’re not a thing don’t worry. He just asked me for a favor.” you say as you ran your fingers through his golden locks.

He hums lightly as he mutters something like “good because I don’t like him” before dozing off.

Turning your head slightly to get a glimpse of his face, you sigh. Years of your unrequited love and you still can’t get yourself to get over him. Too scared to tell him the truth, but too enamored by the man; you feel as if you’re constantly stuck in a circle of wanting to get over him or wanting to confess and take the leap of faith. But for now you think that as long as he stay in your life, you could bare loving him from afar.

Fights with Jimin were never something you were fond of, and it wasn’t very often when you guys did. But when the storm finds its way towards the both of you, neither of you back down- constantly going at each other’s throat. You don’t remember how it started and honestly right now, you couldn’t care any less as you scream back at him from the top of your lungs.

“You don’t get to decide whom I want in my life Jimin, so get the fuck off my back” You say, taking your finger and jabbing it to his chest.

“Well forgive me if I wanted to look after my best friend” He says, voice thick with sarcasm. “You can go back to him then, fuck him for all I care, but don’t fucking come crying to me when he hurts you like how he did with all the girls he’s been with.”

“You don’t even know him Jimin. Christ! You haven’t even given him a chance. And stop with your preaching, you’re not so innocent either.” You throw your hands up in the air, not believing what was coming out of the your normally sweet best friend’s mouth.

The sound of him giving the guy who you were on a date with shit for being with other girls left a bitter taste in your mouth as memories of Jimin drunkenly walking in your shared apartment with another girl arises in your head.

He looks away from you and mutters, “I know enough.” And you see him close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath right before taking hold of your hands. “I know enough to know that he’s not good for you.”

And you see red as you snap. Pushing his hands and him away as you step away from him.

“And who is exactly good for me Jimin? Because I can’t seem to be with a guy without you chasing them away or letting me be happy with them.” You say between your angry cry while your eyes tear up and the world becomes blurry. “I’m sick of it. Sick of being alone. And sick of you not knowing that I love you. So please, please just let me be happy for once and let me find someone who will love me back.”

“Wh….what did you just say Y/N” He stutters.

And you swiftly turn your head to look at the wall next to him, to look at anything besides him. “I…I need to go sorry.” You mumble as you turn around, open the door, and dash right out as your life depended on it.

It’s been exactly three days since your fight with Jimin, and exactly three days since you’ve stupidly confessed your love for him. No text, no hi, and no presence of Jimin was felt in all those three days and you were starting to want to bury yourself six feet under. You knew it wasn’t the right time to tell him your feelings, but in the heat of the moment, your brain ultimately ended up betraying you as the words slipped through your mouth. It seemed like the boy was avoiding you too, as there has been yet to be a day where you both were in the apartment together- avoiding each other like two magnets. You throw yourself on your bed, not wanting to do anything for the rest of the day, as your phone dings. You flip it over to you see Hoseok’s message in your group chat with your group of friends, and you unlock your phone.

Hobi: COME OUT TO THE FRAT PARTY TONIGHT!!!!! LETS GET DRUNK BBOOIIISSS

Hobi: And Y/N!

You hum, deciding whether you really wanted to go out or not. Free booze and a chance to be drunk till you forget your problems and Park Jimin? You weren’t going to miss it for anything. Typing out a “hell yeah im down” you get up from your bed to get ready as the sun was already long gone. It was only when you were midway of changing when you realize that parties + your friends + alcohol would increase the possibility of seeing Jimin by 99.9999999%, and you feel your heart beat faster. Cursing under your breath, you will yourself to continue changing and tell yourself that there would be about a couple hundred of people, so if Jimin, was to come, there shouldn’t be much trouble hiding or getting away from the said boy.

But here you were, twirling the SOLO red cup in your hands, skimming through the large body of people in the frat house as your eye twitches when they immediately dart over to your best friend of 6 years. There was Park Jimin in all of his glory and it was a sight to behold. Slightly choking on your drink, you stare at the beautiful boy who is sporting his blue ripped jeans- which could hardly be called “jeans” as more than half of his thighs seems to be exposed- with a simple white tee. But ironically when the said boy “dressed down”, he easily steals the spotlight with his simple jeans and shirt outfit topping it off with his golden blonde hair swept back with a snapback turned around.

Your eyes continued to be locked onto Jimin, although you wanted to do nothing but tear your eyes off of the boy, with the memory of you stupidly confessing to him, and making him ignore you; but your breath hitches as his hands slowly find themselves on the girl’s hips as you see them dance. And as you continue to watch, you suddenly find Jimin’s eyes locked onto yours; and you hear the plastic cup wrinkle as your hold on it tightens. You are taken aback as the sight of Jimin with his glazed look locks onto yours and you find yourself staring at his face. With slight beads of sweat from dancing in the thick body of people, his shirt sticks to him- showcasing his toned arms and body. You downed your drink as that thought leaves your mind, slightly cursing at yourself for thinking and looking at Jimin like that. Making your way to the kitchen to find some peace and shake of any more possible thoughts of Jimin, you push past people you don’t know.

“Y/N!” You hear someone calling, and as you turn around you are greeted with a Taehyung usually bright and boxy smile. “Wasn’t sure if you were actually coming tonight, but I’m glad you did!” he shouts over the blasting music as he pulls you in for a hug.

You wrinkle your face as you he squishes your first in his terribly alcohol stained shirt, and knowing Taehyung, he probably spilled his drink all over his shirt and brushed it off.

You grumbled as you untangled his limbs away from you and knocked his head. “What’d I say about you and your suffocating hugs Kim Taehyung?”

“That you loved them!” He mischievously says with a little smirk you so wanted to smack off of his face. Cursing once again, you decide that conversations with Taehyung when he was drunk were just something you could not handle.

You don’t know why but you let him pull you in another part of the house.  

“Fuck. What the fuck man.” You groaned as you ran into his back when he suddenly stopped walking.

Sheepishly turning back and giving you a slight smile, Taehyung mutters a sorry.

It was only then you notice that Taehyung dragged you amongst a group of people who were having the time of their lives doing bodyshots on each other, drunkenly licking alcohol off of each other. And your eyes widen as Taehyung was now pushing you in the middle of the crowd. Slightly tripping on someone’s foot, someone suddenly catches you before you from run into the table and knock all the liquor down. You look up in surprise as you met eyes with Jimin, and you ask yourself how the boy managed to be here when he was just in the other room with a girl just a few minutes ago.

It was Taehyung’s loud shout that knocked your hidden thoughts away as he announces, “Ok Y/N and Jimin called dibs to be next.”

Taehyung barely finished his sentence and people were already pushing you to get on the table that was set up smack center in the group of people. You sit on the table as you stare at Jimin’s eyes, trying to figure out if he really wanted to do this, but your breath gets stuck in your throat as you find him leaning towards you with one of his hand tucking in loose strands of your hair behind your ear. With lips almost touching because of the close proximity between the two of you, he whispers a quick, “lay down” as he fiddles with the hem of your shirt as a signal for you to take them off. And you do, just before you lay down on the table.

You inhale as soon as the cold tequila comes in contact with your stomach, and you flip Taehyung off as he pours some more in your collarbones, as he spreads salt and lime onto your neck. Leave it to Kim Taehyung to add more sexual tension between the two of you-but in all honesty, you didn’t know if you wanted to thank or smack the boy as Jimin’s wet tongue suddenly touches your stomach.

You tear your eyes off of the ceiling and onto Jimin, as you sigh and thread your fingers through Jimin’s hair. He takes his time as he laps up the liquor off of your stomach, one his hands finding his way on the side of your hips, and the other holding your hand while rubbing smoothing circles on them.

He meets your stare as he finishes up with your stomach, holding the stare strongly. And to see Jimin like this; with glazed eyes filled with lust and passion, was enough for your pants to become rather uncomfortable and your thighs rubbing in to each other as you try to brush of the discomfort. Jimin choses to alternate between licks and kisses as he moves up your body, gently brushing past your covered breasts on his way up to your collarbones.

Your breath hitches when he licks the salt mixed with lime off of your neck rather harshly and presses an open mouth kiss on your neck as he marks you up. A whine leaves your mouth as you tug on his hair, and everyone around you cheers as they stare at the two of you.

The world is suddenly blurry as Jimin, pulls you up in a hurry as he rushes to put your shirt back on you and pulls you through the crowd. And the cheers and shouts were suddenly left behind as you two step out of the frat house.

You scrunch your nose in disgust as your shirt sticks to you. And for the second time that night, you find your shirt being taken off of you. But you were soon drowning in a mountain of cotton as Jimin pulls a hoodie over you, and where he got that hoodie from, you don’t know, but you weren’t about to argue with him as his cologne washes over you.

“Y/N…..I-I’m sorry” he mutters, and you were about to reply to him, but your body betrays you as you suddenly black out.

You groan as you push your body to sit up, and you are automatically greeted with a headache. But you look to your right, and a glass of water with a note awaits you, and your heart stops as you are reminded of the night before.  Stumbling out of bed, you pass your mirror as you try to make it to the bathroom outside- and you are horrified by what you see. With a nest for your hair, sock on one foot- but not the other – and one of Jimin’s shirts, and no pants, you curse yourself for looking like such a mess. A blush tints your cheeks as the thought of Jimin having to carry you back home and undress you comes to your mind.

You make your way to your bedroom door, and as soon as you open it, you see Jimin right outside with another glass of water in one hand and what looked like two pieced of some painkillers in the other.

“Oh you’re awake. Here have this, I’ll get started on breakfast.” He coughs out, hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. And you mutter a “thanks” before you head to the bathroom, and him to the kitchen.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, and giving yourself a pep talk to get this needed talk with Jimin out of the way before changing into a fresher set of clothing, you brace yourself as you sit in the dining table. Much to your dismay, breakfast was eaten without much conversation, and you barely eat anything as butterflies eat away your stomach.

With dishes done and the table cleaned, you were just about to make your way back to your room when Jimin tugs on your arm.

“Y/N I think we should talk.” Jimin says as he really leaves you no room to decline when he’s already dragging you in the living room. “I know I’ve been stupid these past few day but here me out. Please.” The boy pleads.

You sit down on the couch next to him, hands sweaty with nervousness spreading across your whole body. You didn’t necessarily know where this conversation was going to go, but you prayed to the gods that the friendship between the two of you would remain even after all of it.

“You didn’t really give me a chance to explain or react to what you said, and I know I’ve been ignoring you, but I thought it would be good for us to be away from each other for at least a couple of days and think this through.” You wearily look at him in surprise because you’ve never seen Jimin in all of the years you’ve known him this nervous. Push the boy in a crowd to dance, he would. Make him sing in front of the whole school, he did; singing his heart out like there wasn’t a couple hundred listening to every note he sings. But the nervousness in his voice could be heard as his voice wavers a bit, and he clears his throat before he continues.

“You didn’t give me a chance Y/N…you didn’t give me a chance to say that I love you back.” Your heart stops beating as you gasp, eyes growing wide. There was just no way he felt the same way. You’ve been sure for the past years. Jimin who was the embodiment of perfection, grace and beauty, liked you back? No, you were sure it wasn’t the case for the longest time. Memories of his past girlfriends and one night stands that he brought home crosses your mind, and you become more confused- and it seemed like he noticed to, as he grips your hand tighter and continues

“Y/N, all the past girls have all been a show. I façade I set up to hide my feelings for you. I…I thought that if I were to be with other girls, my feelings for you would go away. But I guess we now know how that went.” Jimin says with a bitter chuckle. “You were, no, you are just too good for me Y/N, I never knew you would like someone like me back, but you do, and I know that I messed up, but I’m willing to try it out if you are. I mean we were basically a married couple before all this shit happened.” He says, trying to lift up the tension between you two.

But all you could do is stare at the man in front of you in disbelief; and you rip your hands away from his to knock his head.

“Park Jimin, are you seriously telling me right now that we could have been dating each other for like the past year?!” You say as you stand him, both hands on your hips, and he chuckles.

“Well I’m glad that you agree with trying to work this out babe.” Jimin says as he tugs on your arms once again to have you falling forward on him. Pink hues litter your cheeks as you straddle him, with both of your legs around his, face between his hands. “Hey don’t get shy on me now, I was literally just licking tequila off of you seven hours ago.” He says with a smirk. And you groan as something like “ugh I can’t believe I fell for this dork” leaves your mouth.

#bangtan bookclub #btswriters #bestfriend!Jimin #jimin fanfic #bts #jimin #bts fanfic #bts scenario #jimin scenario #bts au! #jimin au! #this fic took so long to write n I'm salty cuz it didn't even turn out the good rip me

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roommates au | the best friend, kim woojin

genre: kim woojin x reader | college au ; friends-to-lovers au summary: woojin has been your best friend since high school. now he was your roommate, and living together took your friendship to a whole other level. wc: 2.5k

if woojin was going to be living with a roommate, it had to be with someone he already knew and trusted.

he wasn’t about that whole “let’s meet on craigslist” deal after he was randomly paired with someone for his first year living at the student dorms.

the day they met was when he decided he would never do anything like that ever again.

his roommate was absolutely terrible!

not only were they messy, they also played their music loud, got crumbs on his bunk, had people over, and worst of all...

he was sexiled five too many times to count in one month.

all five of those times he found himself crawling to your dorm just down the hall.

you and woojin have known each other all throughout your high school years and when you both found out you got accepted to the same dream school, you figured this was some sort of stroke of luck and applied to be in the same dorms, too.

luck was on your side, because you both ended up on the same floor and in the same hall!

so whenever woojin needed help with his homework, wanted to grab a bite to eat, or was exiled from his room due to a sock on the door knob, he was at your door in a heartbeat.

on the other hand, your roommate was perfect, due to the fact that they were almost never there because they were always at their significant other’s place, so you and woojin often had your dorm to yourselves.

a lot of long nights, long talks, and long study sessions happened in your dorm.

one night, while silently studying, you came up with a brilliant idea.

“hey.”

“hm?” he hummed, not looking up from his textbook.

“let’s get an apartment together next year.”

“ok.”

“wha - really!? just like that?”

“honestly, i was going to ask you eventually. you just beat me to it.”

“ok, this is a real verbal agreement, right? no take-backs?”

“if i have to live in the dorms another year, i will drop out, so i am one hundred percent serious.”

“yay!” you grinned. “we’re gonna be roommates ~! let’s shop at ikea!”

“we can only afford ikea, anyways...”

after spending the entire summer together buying furniture, decorations, and basic essentials, you were all ready to move in before the new school year.

your bedrooms were on opposite sides of the apartment, allowing you to have your privacy if you wanted it.

but most of the time, when both of you were home, you spent that time together in the living room and only went to your rooms to sleep.

you guys studied together, ate together, watched your favorite shows together - as roommates, you guys were inseparable.

sometimes while watching a movie, you wouldn’t even make it to your bed and fell asleep on the couch with your head on woojin’s shoulder.

that was the weird thing about being roommates.

you guys got pretty... intimate while sharing the same space.

mornings often went like this:

“woojin, can you move i’m trying to brush my teeth,” you mumbled at 8am while trying to fight woojin in a tshirt and boxers for sink space.

“my skincare is more important than your dental hygiene,” he scolded back.

“god, why are you so big it’s like i’m pushing a wall!”

“don’t be so mean - i’m thick, not big.”

in the kitchen it was more like this:

“wooojiiinnn ~” you whined cutely from the kitchen table. “i’m hungryyyy ~”

“go make something then.”

“but you’re so much better at making things...!”

“are you serious right now, i made dinner yesterday!”

"and it was amazing ~”

“ugh, you’re so lazy.................................................. what do you want?”

and the living room went like this:

“yoink,” woojin said as he snatched the remote up from your hands.

“don’t you change the channel or i will eat all of your snacks.”

“... you won’t...”

“bet.”

woojin squinted his eyes and dared to change the channel from your drama that was in the midst of a scene that could have led up to a kiss to his stupid weeb programs.

in a fury, you leaped up from the couch and sprinted straight woojin’s stash of snacks in his bedroom.

“hey, get out of my room!” he yelled, chasing after you.

“i said bet, so i’m gonna fulfill it!! that’s what you get!”

“don’t be a dick!”

“don’t change my channel!!”

in the end, both of you missed your shows and ended up sharing the snacks while watching some terrible movie.

living with your best friend had it’s difficult times, but you would never trade your roommate for anyone else.

if you thought you were best friends before, well you sure as hell are now, ten fold.

it took your relationship to a whole other level, and you weren’t sure whether that was a good or bad thing.

take, for example, when you were patiently waiting to use the bathroom when woojin was busy showering.

annoyed and already late for the day, you would continuously knock on the door knowing he was just taking his sweet ass time doing his skin care routine.

“i swear to god, if i miss one more clicker question -”

and then as if he was waiting for you to be at a certain level of annoyance, he’d open the bathroom door, letting all the steam out and revealing him in nothing but a towel around his waist.

he never failed to make you stop mid-sentence to gawk at his nearly-naked body that where his lower half was only covered with a towel.

you thought you knew everything about woojin up to this point in your friendship, but you never thought about how much he worked out and developed a six pack.

“staring is rude, _____,” woojin teased as he walked passed your stunned form.

it was hard to look him in the eye after that.

on woojin’s side of the matter, who also wasn’t sure whether living together and taking your relationship to a new level was good, had a weakness about you of his own.

on nights when it was warmer and you were dressing more comfortably around the apartment in your pajamas, instead of pajama pants, you opted for shorts that revealed a lot of leg.

just like how you didn’t realize woojin’s six pack, woojin never noticed how long your legs were.

your skin looked so smooth and soft, too -

“staring is rude, woojin,” you mocked, kicking him lightly as you passed him.

after that, whenever you wore anything tight that shaped your legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and luckily he was sneaky enough that you never noticed.

sundays were one of your favorite days to spend with woojin because it was a day to relax and go grocery shopping.

it took forever to finish shopping though because you two would argue about which foods were necessary.

“hot cheetos are so bad for you!” woojin scolded while putting the bag back on the shelf.

“if i wanna melt my insides with spicy cheesy goodness, then let me!” you whined.

“no, it’s gross, and you should be eating healthier! we’re not in high school anymore.”

“ugh, you never let me get what i want.”

he pinched a huge chunk of your cheek playfully. “you’re such a baby.”

“if i can’t eat my chips, you need to stop eating fried chicken so much.”

“those are not on the same level of unhealthiness ok, i eat white meat.”

“it’s still not good for you. you should eat like, baked or grilled chicken.”

“i would rather die.”

in the midst of your argument, while woojin was inspecting the nutrition facts of some cereal, you saw a shy but clearly interested passer by who eyed your roommate.

you nudged woojin harshly.

“ow, what was that for!?”

“i think someone’s checking you out. look in the next aisle.”

so obviously and not discreetly at all, like an idiot, woojin swung his head to face them and almost immediately, they tried to hide their blushing face behind a box of pasta.

“what are you waiting for, go talk to them!” you whispered.

woojin shook his head and went back to the cereal box. “nah, i’m ok.”

“are you out of your mind, they’re clearly interested in you, for whatever reason! and they’re not bad looking, either! this is so rare for you!”

“you’re such a dick.”

that’s how it always went whenever you two were out.

whether it was groceries, or getting coffee, or grabbing a bite to eat, or even studying in the library, there was always someone who was checking woojin out and every time you told him about it he would shut you down and not talk about it for the rest of the night.

which was crazy, wasn’t it!? like, who wouldn’t want to take all of these opportunities!?

you wished you had even one interested person look at you the way these people looked at woojin.

“why are you so lame?” you teased him while eating lunch one day.

“what do you mean?”

“like why don’t you ever go for it? you know, shoot your shot? you’ve had so many missed opportunities.”

“i’m just not interested in them, that’s all,” he shrugged.

“god, it’s like high school all over again. you had so many people lined up hoping you’d ask them on a date or to prom and you never did! you asked me to go with you instead, for whatever reason.”

“you said you were worried no one would ask you.”

“i mean yeah, but you didn’t have to ask me out of pity.”

“you know i’d never do that. we had so much fun that night, remember?”

“maybe you did, not so much me - i spent a good chunk of the night throwing up at the after party. you didn’t have to stay with me the whole night, you know. i felt so bad, like i took that night away from you.”

he shook his head. “it was so funny seeing you like that. besides, i didn’t want to leave you alone. i learned a lot about you that night, like how fireball doesn’t agree with your body and you have lacy red underwear.”

“oh my god, you saw that!?”

“yeah, and you’re lucky i made sure i was the only one.”

“d’aw woojin, you like me ~!” you teased. “see, you’d make such a good boyfriend for someone."

“maybe some other time.”

“well, i hope you do soon. i wish i had half the people interested in me like that.”

woojin stayed silent and clenched his jaw.

of course you had people interested in you.

whenever you were out, woojin always saw someone eyeing you in not-so innocent ways.

that’s when he would stand a little closer to you or block their view from you.

you never knew about them because unlike you, who told woojin nearly every time you saw someone interested in him, he never told you.

none of them were ever worth your time.

until he finds someone worthwhile for you, he’ll let you know about them. but for now, he’d stay silent.

which sounded selfish, but he was just protecting you, right?

“no dude, that’s totally selfish,” chan said while they hung out at his place. “why won’t you play wingman? they do that for you all the time!”

“all the guys are douche bags who probably put their soundcloud link on their social media bio.”

“hey, i do that.”

“yeah, and how many times have you asked me to set you up with them?”

“ok, i would stop asking if you’d just admit that you liked them since high school.”

“... not since high school...”

“so you do like them, right?” chan teased, nudging woojin playfully causing him to drop the gaming control.

“ah hey, i just died!”

“don’t change the subject!”

“i’m going home.”

“tell _____ to call me sometime ~”

“shut up.”

the walk home was long and frustrating.

maybe chan was talking some sense for once - was he really being selfish with you?

all your comments about wishing you went on dates or all the nights you spent staying up watching romantic dramas - you’ve been like this ever since he met you.

but you and woojin pretty much did the same things!

always going out to eat, making each other laugh, you even live together, for god’s sake.

the only thing that was missing was, well... the whole kissing part.

you were just chilling on the couch watching tv when woojin came home from hanging out with the guys.

“hey,” you greeted.

when you didn’t hear a response, you looked over to the door and saw woojin looking upset with his brows furrowed and jaw clenched.

“you ok?”

woojin softened his expression, unaware of how tense he was being. “yeah, sorry. i just lost to chan a bunch of times.”

“aw, poor you. wanna pick what we watch tonight?”

“you know me so well.”

he gladly joined you on the couch put on something you both would enjoy - trashy reality television.

tonight was one of those nights where both of you were too tired to talk or make conversation, so you’d stay up for hours watching whatever was on.

you were the first to fall asleep. woojin was so used to the weight of your head on his shoulder that he barely noticed it by the time he fell asleep.

the both of you must have been exhausted that night because neither of you woke up until the following morning.

you were the first to wake up, positioned perfectly under woojin’s arm and your head on his chest with your arms wrapped around him like he was your body pillow.

never had you guys fallen asleep in this position before, but for some reason, it didn’t feel weird.

it felt so right.

it was something you could only dream about.

until he woke up, you’d just pretend to sleep and lay there just a little while longer.

but he thought the same thing - he didn’t want to leave the couch at all, even if it was a bit cramped.

holding you was just too good to be true.

then it was almost noon, and both of you figured it was time to get up.

“hey,” woojin whispered, playing with your hair. “are you awake?”

“no ~” you replied, snuggling closer.

“c’mon, we gotta get up and be adults, or something.”

“but it’s sunday ~”

“why, do you like it when i hold you like this?” he teased, tightening his grip around you.

“mhm.”

“i like it, too. but guess what? sunday means we have to go grocery shopping today.”

“oh yeah, i totally forgot!”

“maybe... i could cook you something tonight.”

“wow, and i didn’t even have to ask?”

“i guess i really like you.”

“then i’ll take you up on that offer. in exchange, i’ll bake some cookies.”

“i like the sound of that. it’s a date...?”

you lifted your head up gave a blushing woojin a kiss on the cheek.

“i’d love to go on a date with my best friend.”

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