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that's him, that's just who he is | tbz choi chanhee | new

"At least between us both,” the camera shutters and you take a shaky inhale, “one of us took the right path.”

PAIRING » tbz choi chanhee (new) x gn!reader (proofread twice—lmk if i made a mistake!) TROPE/AU » friends 2 strangers, highschool au!, non-idol au!, idol au! (chanhee towards the end) GENRE » angsty angst angst, unread messages, comforting friendship, supporting friendship, you both attend the same music academy, you both are preparing to become celebrities/idols! WORD COUNT » 4168 (no seriously, 2k word limit who?) ESTIMATED READING TIME » 15 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » financial difficulties, stress relating to: money, music, balancing friendships-work-school, upwards comparisons, failure at achieving dream job (reader's side), unsupportive teachers

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

my third story! i take it back when i said that the second is my favourite story because this is my new (no pun intended) favourite story. i had to stop multiple times because it hit me too many times 🥹👍

well...the self insert is really real here 🫂 and this got seriously personal (let's see how many times i say this with this series 👀)

big respect to chanhee for balancing his education, preparing to be an idol and having a part time job 🫂 i respect him so much

thank you for reading honey bee ☘️🐝 @sanaxo-o and happiest birthday to you!! this story isn't much of a gift since you've read it before but there is the other one hehe 💕

Unlike most of your other lessons, this one passed by as quickly as a blink of an eye. It might be because the air conditioner in the room was set to the perfect temperature or the way the tie around your collar didn’t suffocate you too much or maybe, it was the way that you were practically showered with a bunch of compliments as soon as you took a deep breath from your diaphragm, lifted your cheekbones and sung your heart out.

Swiftly, you smile at the affirming nods that your teacher gave you, writing down her notes to the three-minute performance that you were assigned to for the last month. Across the whole month, you recall the way the tip of the pen scratches the plastic board vigorously, tapping rapidly and furiously throughout the longest three minutes of your life. Usually, you would be assigned a new song every three weeks or have two songs to practice for five weeks. On the times that you didn’t succeed, it would be a hell lot of criticism, tears and punches on the wall as soon as you exited the small studio. Heck, even with the times when the tears made it out in the room, you could tell that even though she toned down her volume, those eyes looked at you no further than disinterest—sometimes she would unmistakably roll her eyes too.

It has always been in short, sickening.

Those were the times that you wanted to just rip out your vocal cords, swear that you would never sing again, not that you even could at that point, and run away from the one thing that gave you life in your tiring days.

“Pick a song.”

The statement made your head slightly crane forward towards your suddenly easygoing teacher. You let out a confusing hum and question to which she responds with an amused smile.

“I can…choose?”

“You can’t truly be a singer if you don’t know what songs fit you best or if you need someone to pick what songs you should sing. You don’t have to choose a challenging song yet. You’ve been singing for the past half year and you’re good at it, but you really only found your style recently and I would rather you focus on further developing it.” She shrugs leisurely after, “It’s up to you though.”

Either way, I’m still going to get paid.

Numerous song titles juggle in your mind, the different lyrics and tunes playing in your head as the memories of your lives flash through their respective melodies. However, it wasn’t easy for your mouth to announce any of the songs, your mind thinking of all the technicalities within each song that would definitely challenge the fragile, insecure side of you.

But art is a special type of hobby.

It’s one of those hobbies that no one would ever be able to ‘perfect’. Somebody would always criticise and pick it apart ruthlessly—and you would always have to pick up their words and carry them deep within your heart.

“Are you sure?” The way that she tilts her head to the side after writing down your choice says everything.

But you stood your ground.

You’ve been in love with this song for so long and all you wanted to do was to learn it properly. Who knows when you’ll be given the chance to pick again? So, with the bravest smile and the most convincing nod that your shaking body could give, she does her final notes on that worn-out notebook of hers. She also recites your homework and expectations for the next lesson before excusing your presence from the room.

You couldn't wait to scream the excitement out of your body, tell your parents and your best friend about what just happened, analyse the song and its technical aspec—

"I just don't think you'll make it."

You halt your steps and your journey. For such a good music academy, these rooms seriously needed thicker walls. You were genuinely surprised that you were still able to focus on your lessons (most of the time) through all the electric guitar, drum kits and unfortunately, other singers who were unable to hit those certain high notes.

It's times like these that you wish the academy could invest in their building more. You were lucky that your lesson room is located at the end of the hallway meaning that your criticism could only be heard by you, the teacher and maybe the two rooms in front and beside yours.

Chanhee wasn't so fortunate, being at the very front, the first door on the left. It left him vulnerable. The voice cracks, the times when he would go off tune or the rare times when he missed his count. It would all mercilessly be heard by anyone who would pass by just to go to the toilet or refill their empty, cold coffee mug.

You stood next to the wall where the glass doors of the lesson door, biting your bottom lip and you noticed how Chanhee wouldn’t even say anything to his teacher’s words. You could imagine how he had his head hung low, nodding occasionally at the words and was forced to repeat the same line over and over and over again until he got it right. You prayed silently in your heart and mind that time would go quicker for him so that he could walk out, breathe in some fresh air and take a break from the suffocating practice room.

When the door clicks open, Chanhee has that tired, sad smile to you that he gives most of the time. Your eyebrows fell a little but you were still able to give him an encouraging one back.

“No?” You asked even though you very much knew the answer.

“No.” He quietly affirms after a short pause.

“I’m still proud of you though.” Just like any other day at school, after lessons or any other time, you lightly punch his shoulder, him chuckling and shoving you back. “I guess…that’s why they’re called ‘lessons’ after all.”

The realisation of your words made Chanhee groan. Lessons that are made throughout a lifetime—one that he has been attending for a year and a half unlike you who only started at the start of the year. He gave up his time with his friends, time to study which most of society thinks is the best way to secure a well-financed job, and gave up his money to buy clothes for himself that he just walked past whenever he knew he would get tempted. All those part-time jobs, ones that would go late into the still busy nights of Seoul or the ones early in the morning before school when most people would still be snoring, were all done with his dream that someday his voice would be heard by the world.

“How did yours go?”

You know that you should just be truthful. You both have been stuck to the hip for the last few years and Chanhee is not an easy person to deceive. Plus, you need to take into consideration as well of lying at this current moment. You didn’t want Chanhee to think that you were trying to make him feel better by potentially pitying him. What good would that bring to anyone right now in this situation? That’s not what friends do.

“I was given a chance to choose a song.” The small genuine, congratulatory smile that Chanhee gives makes you relax your back into the wall further, the tension easing away from your body. “I also managed to get through that vocal run that I’ve been agonising and crying to you about for the past week.” You slump your body against the wall as you recall your homework, “But she gave me more scales to use as runs for practice.”

“Scales really do suck.” Chanhee whispers to you teasingly, once again getting pushed by you.

“Yeah.” You acknowledge shortly after. “But it does help me with my breathing and flexibility which I highly suck at.”

“Hey,” he scolds your words lightly, “at least you have a distinctive sound and know how to put emotions according to the sound. My teacher just said I sound generic.”

Yes. That description for Chanhee—no, just any singer—is weird and you would dare to say, highly misleading.

If we’re talking about musical terms, every single singer has a unique timbre. Even if the note stays the same, every person will have a different tone colour because well, every person is different. Saying that a singer has a generic voice, highly contradicts the definite concept of instrument timbre.

You know how much this troubled Chanhee even though he tries his best to hide it. The comments about his timbre have been repeated so many times that it’s got to him a lot. In the beginning, he would just smile bitterly and indicate that he wouldn’t want to talk about the lesson, kicking the group of stones on the pathway to release his anger. However, as you both grew closer after an assigned duet performance, he was able to open up to you little by little, slowly but surely, keeping the friendship that grew even after you did your ending bow to the audience. He would still hide a little bit of his feelings to himself, embarrassed that he would talk about himself even though you reassured him that it was completely fine.

To him, how others see him is the most important thing for him. From the compliments that would grow the contagious smile on his face, to the heartbreaking crying scenes that he would hide from the rest of the world, all those words he took to heart so that he could improve himself as a person—and in this case, as an artist. In this harsh world, the words that would be spat out by teachers would be so deeply etched in a person’s heart that all of a sudden, giving up everything that they have worked so hard for would be easier done.

It’s during those times that you and Chanhee would lean on each other, reassuring each other not to run away from the weekly lessons and giving comfort after each one. Chanhee is internally grateful for the times that you would hold his shoulders, lightly shaking his frail, tired body before giving him words of encouragement. He would do a similar thing for you when you feel like you didn’t progress, stopping your self-criticism and pushing you to keep going. To you, he would just let you cry on his shoulder as you hug him tight, patting your back calmingly.

The light snowing season greets the both of you as soon as you exit the building. For you, your next destination is home but for Chanhee, ninety-eight percent of the time it would be his job at the barbeque restaurant, the seafood restaurant or even that new Chinese restaurant that he recently just started.

Given the good results of your lesson, you selfishly wanted to have some fun but the words died down in your throat when you slightly turned your head towards your friend. His black hair still peaked out from the beanie that kept both of his ears warm, the scarf that you gifted him hid the slight downturn of his lips and the physical expression of his heavy heart. His eyelashes fluttered away the snowflakes in the cold but still bright night and his rosy cheeks only grew brighter and more evident the slower the journey to your next destination would take.

“Just a little penguin in his somewhat natural habitat?” Your attempt to get a response out from him is successful when you see his cheekbones rise—the same way that they would rise whenever he sings his heart out.

“What a way to start a conversation.”

Your heart lightens at your successful attempt, linking your right arm with his as you continue to walk down the still-shared path that makes the distance between all your worries and yourself further away. However, like all journeys, you finally arrive at that one spot.

The one that split into two different roads, unlike the one you have been walking a few minutes ago.

The right road would take you both to safety, warmth and relaxation.

The left road would force you to unlink Chanhee’s arm, sending him to the busy, loud civilisation where he would put on his apron and raise the pitch of his voice fit for customer service.

“Are you…off to work?” He senses the sadness lingering in your voice and the way your right hand tightens around his forearm even through the thick, winter clothes.

“…yeah.”

“I see.” You managed to muster a stable response tone. “Come on, I’ll drop you there.” You turn your body towards the crowd but can’t go too far due to the other set of feet that stays grounded on the worn-down, cold stone floor, “Chanhee?”

“Maybe…” Suddenly, the sky starts to sprinkle down its pretty shapes of ice. “I’m just not meant to be a singer.”

You gasp quietly, the faint white exhale slowly disappearing behind the dark background. Seeing the tears finally slide down his cheeks made you realise one thing: he’s opening up. He’s doing the thing that he has tried to hide from everyone. In tune with his emotions, your eyes started to build their layer of moisture, the wind making it harder for you to keep your tears in. You couldn’t think straight, your free arm wiping your eyes to rid the hardships from your face while trying to give Chanhee words of encouragement.

“You’re going to get ther—”

“What if you had to give up so much,” He cut you off, gasping and inhaling more air to accommodate his crying, “earn so much money, gave it away and it didn’t give you good results? Whatever it may be…An event, a trip, an investment.” His voice gradually trails off as he lists life occurrences.

You’ve thought about the same thing thousands of times, back and forth, no matter where, when and who you were with. In a world where pursuing art can be a hard, long path, what would happen if nothing good were to come out of it? All your hard work, all your money, all your time…you’ll never be able to get those back.

Is it worth it? Is it worth the gamble?

“I would probably beat myself over it.” You tried to keep your whimpers at bay as you confessed the same answer that would come back every time you went on your downward spiral, “I would most probably always question why I did what I did. If I did the event with someone, and for some reason, they were the ones that made the situation bad, then I would’ve gone back and forth, asking myself if it was worth it. Why didn’t I go alone? Why was I so scared? What was I so scared of?”

Should you move to a different academy? But your teacher is well known. Should you still do it anyway? Knowing that you had to go through many processes and hardships to even get lessons with this teacher. Even if most of the time, you felt like giving up music, surely her experience would lead you to someplace good…right?

“But then…would answering those questions lead to happiness?” Chanhee scoffs at his absurd thoughts. Tilting his head to the sky, he relishes the way the snowflakes land on his pale skin, disappearing when they touch his skin, the side branches melting into his warmth. “Even after answering the question, would you be able to know what to do next? What would it lead to?”

Even though Chanhee was the first one to cry and break down, your wails were louder the more his words resonated within you, touching the parts of your heart that you never wanted to say out loud, scared of where and how your unconscious mind would take you. With everything in him, he untangles his arms to wrap them around your neck, patting the back of your head as you cry on his shoulder. He also lets his tears soak your scarf, resting his cheek on his arm and his chapped wavering lips rubbing against the delicate wool of your scarf, trying his best to soften his cries.

“I just…” One of his hands pats your back, giving you his comfort—even though he probably needed it more than you, “Music and singing used to be happiness that could fit in my pocket. It felt secure and safe. I could just put on my earphones and I’ll feel happy.” You notice the tighter hold after, “But music grew too fast and too big for me that I couldn’t catch up with it anymore.”

You only nod to his words, knowing how much Chanhee sacrificed to pay for his lessons. Some judged him, calling him stuck up and selfish even though they knew that he was independent in his journey to become a singer. It pains you to hear those words come out as scoffs and laughter and soon enough, you hold his hand and cut ties with them all, leaving their flabbergasted faces behind.

The sky starts to cry with you both beautifully in the form of its unique icy shapes. You both watch the snowflakes disappear on the ground, on each other clothing, on your noses. Finding the strength and breath to continue, you slowly push your body away, wiping the last bit of your tears to face your best friend straight into his eyes.

“You’re going to find happiness that you can rely on, Chanhee.” You couldn’t see his lips but you were sure that it was pouting and shivering, “It may be music or it may be something that music brings you. It may be the stage or maybe people who you will come to work with or maybe the people who will cheer you on but I’m sure you’ll find it soon.”

Even with the bustling environment around you both, there was no way that you could have missed his muttering, especially with the white puff of air, “At this rate…”

He feels the weight and pressure of your palms on both his shoulders but he still looks down to the ground where the snow slowly buries the sides of his shoes, “I promise you that if you keep going, I don’t have a single doubt that you’ll find your style. Regardless of what your crappy teacher says, you’re unique and I love your voice.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Wiping the lone tear on his cheek, “The world is going to be amazed when they hear your voice and I'm sure you'll be a good influence to them.”

For the first time in the day, Chanhee finally smiled. You observe the way his eyes disappear into pretty little upside-down moons. His head tilts back slightly, revealing the upturned corner of his lips behind the scarf that kept him warm and his teeth shine brighter with the help of the light from the marketplace behind you. Your hands were able to finally relax and mirrored the same expression back to your now radiant friend.

“Promise me that we’ll stand on the same stage someday.”

But life plays a twisted fate on you both and loves to put more pressure than you can ever carry. Having to move to a different school and a different region is not on your list of expectations. You argued endlessly about the decision to move, feeling unfair that none of your opinions mattered to them as they relentlessly started to look for moving trucks to hire. With the good offer that your dad received and realising that the youngest in the family had no final say, you tried your best to hold back the tears when telling Chanhee the news.

He cries for you and himself, already imagining the loneliness of walking to the music academy after a long day of school and the drags of his feet across the gravel in the night after each lesson. You assured him that you would call often and unlike you, he promised you the same thing. Time told you both that your friendship was still strong despite the physical distance between you both and with time, so did both your musical skills.

The trade-off for talent in your friendship is the less frequent phone calls and text messages. It was decreasing steadily and slowly until eventually, there was no more red dot beside his name on your phone even though you're sure there would be one beside your name on his. When sadness turned into confusion, then morphed into anger, hate and bitterness whenever someone asked you about him, you still found yourself swiping through your many photos with him. Just like how he cries on your last day, you cry from the silence of him.

Thankfully, time did heal your heart even though you couldn’t find a friend like him ever again. Things have changed for you and you were sure that it was the same for Chanhee. You grew taller, changed your hairstyle, hobbies, dreams and aspirations. What time didn’t seem to change however was the delivered sign that never changed with your messages. You let it go and went on with your life.

When you did come back to Seoul, you realised that the city had changed drastically. You wondered if it’s really that or if you were just struggling to remember the city that you once walked around in every day. But unlike your thoughts, maybe Seoul did change drastically. Amid the new but still bustling environment, there was this one cafe that was incredibly packed. Needing to get away from the cold, you entered to be greeted with a well-decorated interior and the gold ‘Happy Birthday New’ balloon shines brightly, especially with the light that is right above it. Many were posing in front of the gold foil fringe backdrop.

You almost didn’t recognise the boy in the picture. You don’t remember when you took your scarf off and picked up a random framed picture in the frame before picking up another one next to it, and another one, and another one. Each showed his growth. You could tell not only from his appearance but also from the bigger stage that he performed along with ten other boys. Suddenly, it clicks and it all makes sense. Hearing everyone else around you talk about him fondly took away the heavy weight that his name brought and a new feeling overtook your heart.

For the first time in a very long time, seeing his face made you smile and it didn’t hurt.

Your phone slides into your shaking hands, swipe open the camera app from the lock screen and point it at the framed picture in your hand, “At least between us both,” the camera shutters and you take a shaky inhale, “one of us took the right path.”

You know from the laughter in the space, the feeling of the radiant energy of those around you and the happiness on people’s faces as they point their cameras to their fanmade goods and the interior of the place, that Choi Chanhee has done it. The stage looked extremely good on him, even if the light was too bright and he looked so pale sometimes.

“I’m glad it was you.”

You whisper somewhat solemnly and with a bit of jealousy. Your clenched fist is a puny attempt in trying to keep your tears from expressing the hurt that suddenly hit you as you recall that moment in your life. The multiple rejections to the companies that you auditioned for, the way people on the streets pass by more frequently as their ears and eyes are focused on other’s performances—the night where you listed all your musical instruments for sale and promised that you would never sing ever again.

“You shy, talented, loveable penguin.” And it would seem that his fans agree with the chosen animal with the pouting blue penguin on top of his head. “That’s just who you are, Chanhee.”

Maybe the fame wasn’t for you. Shortly after moving, you found out that the stage was more of a hobby, especially with how you just wanted to stand on stage but never wanted to practise and study music theory properly. You just wanted to shout out the lyrics and sentimentally sing the lyrics of existing songs instead of having your name in an album or next to the credits and royalty rights to the song. But knowing that it fit Chanhee well, it was more than enough for you. He may not have known it before but you wish with all your being that he knows his capability to make others smile, including you.

Even if your broken smile is within millions that he probably would never see from the podium that rightfully held him high.

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nunan-neomuyeppeoseo · 2 months

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𝗍һᥱ ᑲ᥆ᥡz mᥲs𝗍ᥱrᥣіs𝗍

⊹⊰ ᥣᥱᥱ sᥲᥒgᥡᥱ᥆ᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ȷᥲᥴ᥆ᑲ ᑲᥲᥱ/ȷᥙᥒᥡ᥆ᥙᥒg ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ kіm ᥡ᥆ᥙᥒgһ᥆᥆ᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥣᥱᥱ һᥡᥙᥒȷᥲᥱ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥣᥱᥱ ȷᥙᥡᥱ᥆ᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ kᥱ᥎іᥒ m᥆᥆ᥒ/һᥡᥙᥒgsᥱ᥆ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥴһ᥆і ᥴһᥲᥒһᥱᥱ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ȷі ᥴһᥲᥒgmіᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ȷᥙ һᥲkᥒᥡᥱ᥆ᥒ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ kіm sᥙᥒᥕ᥆᥆ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥱrіᥴ s᥆һᥒ/ᥡ᥆ᥙᥒgȷᥲᥱ ⊱⊹

୧⊰ 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘆 - 𝖾.𝗌 𝗑 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

⊹⊰ ᥕһ᥆ᥣᥱ gr᥆ᥙ⍴ ⊱⊹

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winterchimez · 5 months

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Redemption of Love - Chapter 3

SUMMARY: Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again.

Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years.

It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

PAIRING: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x fiancé Sangyeon

GENRE & WARNINGS: phantom of the opera au, angst, supernatural, thriller, crime, fluff, time travel, reincarnation, major & minor character deaths, otome, pg-13

WORD COUNT: 2,036

The darkness that surrounded you was clearly haunting and eerie.

It all felt as if it was all a dream, hearing the voice calling out to you for the past few weeks, only for its owner to finally appear in person in front of your mirror in the dressing room.

To be fair, any average person would be frightened if they had witnessed the figure slowly emerging from the mirror, but for some reason, you were not—you felt calm. You wanted to do all you could to get to know the person behind the voice you have heard.

Hence, you were slowly descending into the underground, and the light from above began to diminish. There was this mysterious ambience that just took over your situation, causing you to wonder what exactly was below you and, of course, who exactly was this person right in front of you.

When you slowly walked further down, you eventually ended up in a candlelit passageway. It was long, and it would take quite a bit to fully reach the other end of the tunnel.

Thanks to having some vision now, you could distinguish the person holding your hands gently as he guided you through the passageway. His hair was a bright crimson red and parted to the sides. He wore a tailored black suit that fully complemented his tall, slender figure. A black cape was draped upon his back, swaying from side to side with each step he took.

But the most prominent item that made him stand out was his white mask. It wasn’t a full-faced mask; it only covered half of his face, making you wonder what exactly he was hiding beneath the barrier between the mask and his face.

As much as you wanted to question his motives for bringing you down here and even his appearance (especially that mask he wore), something in your gut just told you that it wasn’t the right moment to do so. Thus, you kept your mouth shut and continued with your journey, letting only the sounds of your footsteps and the crackling sounds of the fire from the candlelights upon the walls fill your eardrums for now.

As you made your way towards the end of the tunnel, the man in front of you seemingly grabbed one of the candlelights on the wall as he shone into the dark path before you. To your surprise, you have noticed how it was a maze of passageways in front of you now. Anyone who wasn’t familiar with this place would get lost, and it would take them days to be able to find their way out.

But the man seemed unfazed as he immediately illuminated one of the passageways with the candlelight and guided you in. As you both continued walking for what appeared to be as long as twenty minutes, you finally arrived at an underground lake with only a single wooden boat that floated upon the waters.

“Hop on in," the male instructed as he slowly guided you to get onto the boat. You lifted your dress slightly, making sure not to lose your steps, before eventually getting in and finally sitting down and making yourself comfortable.

Once you were ready, the man hopped on the boat and took out an oar that was situated beneath it. He then began paddling as you moved forward.

As you both paddle forward, you begin to feel the air becoming much cooler and damp, making your skin crawl slightly. At the same time, you swear you had heard distant whispers coming from different parts of the underground lake. You still have no idea where you are headed, and it seems the man navigating the boat won’t speak anytime soon.

The boat moved forward until it reached a specific part of the lake lit by candlelight, which was quite beautiful. But given your situation, you couldn’t fully enjoy the whole boat ride. It would’ve been romantic if Sangyeon was paddling the boat with you; you were with a stranger, after all.

After minutes of paddling, you both eventually reach the end of the passageway, and beyond you is a vast grey metal door. The mysterious man got off first before extending his hand to you again to help you slowly got out from the boat.

He slowly brought you towards the door and gently pushed it open to reveal a huge underground lair hidden away from the opera house. You slowly took in the sight beyond you; never in a million years would you have thought such a place like this would exist beneath the famous Paris Opera House.

Even though it was hidden from the outside world, the place was filled with luxurious decor, such as red fabrics and furniture that would cost a fortune. The countless candlelights scattered throughout the lair primarily illuminated the entire place. A line of mirrors filled the walls, causing you to be able to see your reflection no matter what direction you turned to look. A few mannequins were also placed randomly across the place, all of them dressed up with theatrical props in their hands.

However, the most intriguing part of the lair was the massive organ that was situated towards the wall.

You have heard the faint sound of this particular instrument up in the Opera House countless times, but you never questioned it since there is no organ up there, and you wouldn’t want people to give you weird looks; hence, you’ve always brushed it off, thinking that your brain is playing tricks on you.

But after witnessing the instrument right before your eyes, and hell, even having the voice that you have heard for months suddenly emerge from your dressing room’s mirror and take you down here to an undiscovered hidden lair, now you know that those weren’t just hallucinations nor dreams after all.

The mysterious man returned right in front of you as he took both of your hands into his, giving you a smile that somehow seemed bittersweet before finally speaking up.

“How long have I waited for this day to come. We’re finally reunited, Christine.”

It was that name again.

You were still genuinely confused with everything, especially when this strange man kept addressing you with that particular name. You needed to know the answers, so you mustered up the courage to confront the man despite feeling all anxious and weirded out.

“I…umm…I’m not who you think I am.”

It turns out you have given the wrong answer as the bittersweet smile quickly faded and was replaced with a frown, clearly showing that the man was upset.

“You can’t be serious, Christine. I’m not here to play games. It’s me, remember?” He half-chuckled while having this desperate look in his eyes.

But you just had to speak up the truth. “N-no. I’m not Christine.”

In an instant, the grip on your hand tightened slightly as the man took a few steps towards you, causing you to back away. The intensity in the air slowly began to get to you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotions in his eyes—teardrops were slowly starting to form, and there was this sad yet disappointed look as if he had been entirely heartbroken.

“There’s no way you’re saying this to me, Christine. We dominated the entire Opera House and were known as the best couple in the facility’s history.” He huffed.

You were terrified. “Pl-please…stop.”

But he doesn’t. “Don’t you remember? You and I performed the famous The Magic Flute by Mozart.”

“N-no…stop…”

At this point, he raised his voice ever so slightly. “And there was literally a fire that burnt down the Opera House! We both helped evacuate the entire audience and cast members from the building, leaving us both behind.”

A fire? But that happened like 40 years ago…

Suddenly, you felt your back hit against the wall and realised that you were now cornered. The mysterious man was now just inches apart from you, still fuming, and you figured that he would not stop anytime soon.

Releasing his grips from your hands, he pins both of his hands onto the wall, trapping you to ensure that you wouldn’t have any escape, nor would you have anywhere to turn to but to face him only.

“Christine. We promised each other we would be reunited, and now it’s finally the time. So, why are you being like this to me? What happened when we were both separated?”

This time, tears began to well up in your eyes as your anxiety got the best out of you. The only thing that was in your mind at this moment was your fiancé. You wanted to just run into his arms so badly right now.

“S-sangyeon….help me…” You mumbled.

A few seconds later, you started to feel that your head was becoming heavy, and your legs were just about to give themselves up. Sure enough, you eventually dropped to the ground, your eyes slowly closing shut before you ultimately blacked out.

You have no idea how long you have been out, but you know it was long enough to get rid of the headache you felt during the encounter you remembered with the mysterious man.

Oh right, the strange man!

You quickly shoot up to find yourself lying on a luxurious bed draped with red velvet fabric. The man must have carried you here after you passed out.

Instantly, you heard the soft, faint sound of the organ being played in the other side of the room. You figured it was the man keeping himself occupied while you were asleep. You tip-toed towards the door and slowly opened it to peek through the room. As expected, the male was playing the organ and did not notice the little squeak coming from the door, which made you give yourself a little deep breath to calm yourself down.

You slowly walked toward the male, keeping your fingers crossed and praying he wouldn’t turn to look back in your direction. You were planning to escape there and then, but that was when you noticed his mask.

You have always been intrigued by it when you first met the male but never dared to ask him about it. Given your previous experience with the man himself, you figured there was no point in asking him about it, and you wouldn’t want to risk yourself fainting again from his tedious interrogation.

Hence, you slowly turned back towards the organ, creeping up on the male while he played the instrument. When you finally reached his back, you contemplated whether it was now or never.

In a swift motion, you quickly grabbed his mask from behind and took it off instantly, causing the male to turn back towards you immediately.

And that was when you realised that you had made a fatal mistake.

Half of his face was disfigured, which was why he covered it with the mask. It looked terrifying and too much for you to stomach it all up. Adding salt to injury, the man began fuming again, his face red as he rolled his fists up, slowly approaching you.

You slowly backed away, which triggered the alarm in your brain to go off.

You needed to get out of here. Immediately.

In a flash, you quickly dashed towards the front door, not even glancing back as you were terrified that he would be chasing after you. You did the same thing as how you had gotten here in the first place, going back onto the boat and then back through the countless passageways, hoping that your memory was still fresh and that you would eventually see the light again.

Back in the lair, the mysterious man stood in the middle of the room, kicking over a box filled with props to release his anger.

He slowly made his way towards one of the mirrors on the wall, looking straight at himself and at his disfigured face before he pointed directly at himself in the mirror.

“I’ll be sure to make you fall in love with me again, Christine, just like you did all those years ago.”

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t3kandson · 2 years

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Finest Creation

Wordcount; 1,780

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Eric & Reader X Kim Younghoon

Characters; Sohn Eric, Kim Younghoon, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Juyeon, Lee Hyunjae, Kim Sunwoo, Moon Kevin, Bae Jacob, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin & Ju Haknyeon

Warning; angst, smut, mention but not descriptive Sex, Degrading terms, Murder, Blood, Blood Sucking, Fire and Graves.

Notes; chapter 10/14 of Part Three

Earlier Chapter & Parts found here.

You ran from them all, it was too much, they was a constant memory of Y/N and you needed to run as far away as you could. You knew what Younghoon said was true, Y/N had wasted her sacrifice on you. You was worthless, sobs threatened to break you, but you let it chase you as you ran. Sheltering in the day light and running during night had become thirsty work. You couldn’t find any vampire who even knew what blood capsules was, let alone had any. Your throat burned, flashbacks of your death flooded you, the pain in your stomach piercing, that you was sure you was dying. You realised you needed to drink blood to survive. You knew you would kill them so you looked around for someone that deserved death.

It didn’t take long before you found what you looked for, some heavy tattoo lass, plunging her fag into the body of a younger male. Her body laughing at his whimpers. “What’s up? do you want me to do it again you weak and Feeble man?” she mocked as she took a knife and plunged it into his chest, laughing as he struggled for breath. You rushed towards her in anger at her evilness and sunk your teeth into her throat, the blend of liquorice hitting you. You began to go Feral, you had been on capsules for so long.

The buzz from the high wasted no time crashing in to you, your head going fuzzy and everything looking white. You dropped her and fell to the floor on top of her thrashing from your fix.

When you woke you was In a darkened hut, your body smelling burnt. You glanced at your clothes, they had melted, sticking to your skin, you could smell you had burned. “No thank you?” you heard a chuckle from the side of the small dark room. “Who’s there?” you whispered. When the Flick of her lighter pressed revealing herself, it was the Girl you had suckled on, you could see she was a vampire. You placed your hand on your head feeling dazed and confused, you fed from her, how was she here? and looking healthy despite being just a few hours old? She hadn’t suckled any blood from you so how had she been turned? “Though maybe I should be thanking you,” she scoffed, “daddy,” she teased winking as she straddled you. You gulped under her as she leaned her body down on yours, your member being traitorous.

“Mmmmm Daddy’s excited, see who’s he awoke,” she said taking your hands to touch your growing arousal. She held your hand pressing down on your bulge, her mouth hovering near your neck with her fangs. She dragged them down your neck as you felt the blood drip down where her fangs had sliced you. She winked seductively at you as she licked the blood up. “Mmmmmmm you have a sweet taste,” she said as she bit into your neck briefly. “Mmmmmmm you taste fruity like a summer punch,” she said licking her lips. She licked the blood from your dripping neck with her tongue and slowly wiped it along your lips, “taste it yourself daddy,” she said digging her core against you. As if she controlled your body your mouth let her tongue invade.

You woke with her naked body draped over you. she looked wicked even in her sleep and you threw your head to the floor, you let her have sex with you. Your stomach screaming in pain, you felt like you had cheated on Y/N. You found your clothes and emerged to the cool breeze outside, taking comfort from the fresh air.

It wasn’t long before she was there in-front of you, still naked as you glanced around to see if their was any one about. “Hey your naked,” you scoffed pushing her back to the hut you had sheltered from the sunlight in. “And?” she giggled like some sort of school girl. “And people will see you,” you said pushing her into the shed once more. “Ok daddy,” she pouted seductively as she reluctantly remained in the darkened hut. “Will you stop calling me that,” you scoffed leaning against the door. She emerged minutes later fully dressed, “well you created me,” she said pressing her finger to your mouth and pressed it to her neck. You rolled your eyes soon realising you was left with a trouble maker newborn vampire that somehow you managed to create.

After all the girls you could have turned, it had to be someone like her, a murderous crazy person.

“What’s your name anyway?” you asked, “it’s Kwan, but you can call me your slutty princess,” she winked. “Really?” you scoffed rolling your eyes, “I won’t be calling you that,” you added.

Taming her was hard work, while you somehow created loads of vampires unintentionally as if they didn’t need your blood for their creation. Kwan took pleasure in her prey, toying with them watching their fear before taking their life. She reminded you a little like Juyeon, earning your fist to ball.

“So who’s this Y/N you cry about in your sleep?” she asked when you woke up from your slumber. Your body froze hearing her say her name. “She’s just someone I know,” you replied putting your clothes back on but she straddled you, “did you love her?” she pouted, “do you still love her?” she asked. “I don’t like being jealous so you need to get her name out of your pretty little mouth,” she said pressing her lips hard to yours.

You made sure to not fall asleep before her, so she couldn’t hear your dreams or cry’s. But she occasionally would mock you, telling you she knew. “Y/N don’t leave me,”, “Y/N I love you,” she would say screwing her face up and taking her anger out on her next victim. Her constant jealousy burning through got to you. when she mocked her when you woke one evening, and in bitterness, because you avoided her advanced told you, “it was good Y/N was dead, or I would had fun slicing her face,” Her words of evil against your Y/N was enough to have you run as soon as she dug her teeth into that evenings meal, Never to be seen again.

But she was here in the flesh, standing with what looked like her own army, you gulped. If one Kwan was bad, hundreds of her on blood control wasn’t a good sign. “Hi daddy,” she said suggestively, your body refusing to move from her eyes. “Missed me,” she said moving closer. “Oh look, looks like daddy got his family back,” she mocked. “Who is she?” Younghoon whispered, her head snapping to him, “Oh me, I’m Eric’s finest creation ain’t,” you cut her off before she finished her sentence, “don’t call me that,” you seethed. “What’s up daddy? not pleased to see his slutty princess?” she pouted.

“What do you want?” Kevin asked breaking her thoughts, “ooooh who this,” she said tilting her head to look at him, before giggling excitedly. “Oh this is brilliant and they don’t even know, but I do, I smell it,” she said as Kevin’s chest fell. “What do you want Kwan,” you spluttered out. “Well I heard you had a army of your own and well you know how I get jealous and that. I’m your special girl so I took them all out but,” she said kneeling to the floor, her eyes shooting to the Grave stones not far from her. “I heard a little whisper in the sky,” she said changing her direction, your throat tightening as she walked towards Y/N and Dalrae’s graves.

“That your planning to bring the powerful Y/N back,” she stroked her fingers along Y/N’s grave stone. “Oh but wait daddy, I got something to show you first,” she opened her palm to flames appearing. “Cool right,” she said, Kevin’s silence unnerving you. “The things I can do,” she said tossing the flames into the air catching and then throwing it, hitting some of your vampires. Their shrills hitting the air as some panicked and ran toward the building. “Oh no, don’t go, we’re having so much fun,” she said twirling her fingers in the air creating a twister and sending in around you, right into those that ran, tossing them into the air, the whimpers and Shrills hitting your ears.

Younghoon’s grips on Hayoon tightened, you stood in front of her to remove her view and offer some sort of protection, Y/N had sent her here, the least you could do was protect her. “Oh, no one else wants to play no?” Kwan said looking fed up. She locked eyes with yours widening them in playful glee, “you left me alone to fend for myself, your very mean,” she whined with a fake innocent tone. “Looks like I have to punish you,” she said winking, “Kwan let’s leave all these alone and go and talk if it’s me,” she cut you off, laughter hitting the air and echoing. “You think I came here for you,” she said leaning over Y/N’s gravestone. “No, I know what your planning,” she said winking her eyes. “And you know what I’d say I do if she was alive,” she growled. “Well here’s my final gift to you,” she giggled and created one final ball of fire, picking it up and slammed it down on top of Y/N’s grave. “Now,” she screamed as her army charged towards you.

You looked to Kevin he seemed frozen to the spot, looking vulnerable. But he grabbed your hand, locking his fingers through yours and threw them to the floor. His head snapping back as words left you, eyes widened, before you could speak, your head snapped back and you followed the process. A shield covering you and the building from your own hands as you and Kevin created magic.

When the shield was up, Younghoon was at the edge of the shield watching Y/N’s grave’s burning, tears streaming down his eyes. Kevin was weakly on the floor, Jacob tending to him. Sunwoo helped you up as you walked towards the shield, Kwan on the other side. “Oh clever, realised it was time to show them who you really are,” she said locking eyes with Kevin. You all looked and gasped at him, “What’s she on about,” you scoffed. “He’s a hybrid like me and like Y/N, the witch line comes from him,” she giggled. You almost fell backwards, “wait what?” you gasp. “Oh it gets better,” she claps her hands in excitement, “Y/Ns my granddaughter,” Kevin spluttered before Kwan could finish her sentence

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kpopmalereader · 3 years

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make ; choi chanhee

• summary: you’re very friendly with all of the boys but they notice you getting shy and nervous around chanhee and figure out you have a crush on him • pairing: choi chanhee x male!reader • word count: 2517 • to do

You lean down, knocking the excess powder off the makeup brush. You hold Kevin’s chin with your pinky, steadying your brush against his eyes. You bring a fair amount of red eyeshadow from the center of his eyelids outwards, smoking and fading out the ends. You look at him for a second and nod, repeating the action on the other side. You add the slightest bit more red and blend it out.

You narrow your eyes and pull back, holding a mirror in front of Kevin’s face. He examines himself in the mirror. He tilts his head, looking at himself in different angles and lighting.

“It-”

Kevin’s words are drowned out by Chanhee walking into the room.

Your body stiffens as Chanhee shouts your name. Kevin notices your ears beginning to turn red but chalks it up to you being distracted. The brush feels foreign in your hands, and you put it down. You smile at Kevin and turn to Chanhee.

He stumbles slightly as he makes his way to you, smiling as he navigates through the mess. He smiles the whole way. “Hey! I was wondering if you could do my makeup for me? I like it when you do my makeup.”

You nod a bit too quickly at him, your smile growing. You have a strange mix of excitement and dread on your face as you turn around back to Kevin. “Let me finish with this, and I’ll do your makeup.”

Chanhee hugs your back quickly, and you choke on your breath. He runs off, yelling back at you. “You’re the best!”

Kevin almost thinks he can hear a squeak out of you as Chanhee crushes you. He raises an eyebrow, and you clear your throat. You lean down and examine the rest of his face makeup, tilting his chin so he can no longer make eye contact with you.

You finish up with Kevin’s face and let him out of the chair. You fidget with your hands for a second, stretching out your fingers. You clean off the makeup brush and tidy up your space. You calm yourself and attempt to eliminate your face and ears’ redness before you stand up fully.

Chanhee notices your free seat and hops over with a goofy smile. He points at the space, and you nod. He takes it and settles in, pulling his phone out to show you the picture.

You look at it for a second. “I can do that.”

“Really?” He looks at you with full eyes.

The blush you dissipated begins to return. You nod slowly and try to steady your hands. You pull out the black eyeliner, pretending to search for it to attempt nonchalance. You roll your shoulders back and lean down.

Chanhee’s eyes follow you, even as you get closer, and you find it difficult to concentrate. You shake your head and focus on drawing straight lines.

“Can you close your eyes for a moment?”

Your voice is small when it would typically be boisterous and fun around the boys, which a few (including Kevin once more) take notice of.

You draw a curved line across his eyelid, winging out the eyeliner. You go over the lines to add a fuller look and step back, looking at him closely. He opens his eyes and looks up at you. He watches your face move. Your eyes are scrutinizing every aspect of it. You lock eyes and your heart rate picks up. Your face begins to flush, causing him to tilt his head to the side. You ignore it and lean back in, reaching for a light reddish-brown color. You place the stain lightly, dragging it along his bottom water-line.

He follows you, waiting for the nod of completion. He turns to look at himself, and you busy yourself with putting the rest of your brushes away, knowing you would openly gawk at him if you had the chance.

He poses in the mirror for a few seconds before breaking out in a small laugh. He nods and stands, ruffling your hair. “You’re the best! It’s perfect!”

You stutter over your gratitude, barely barking out the words “thank you.” He walks away. You take the moment of peace to lean forward on the chair. You scratch at your neck and begin packing up your things. Changmin walks up to you. He raises an eyebrow at your movements, so you smile at him and feign ignorance. He rolls his eyes at you.

“I don’t know why you are doing that.” You start. “And I do not want to know.”

He doesn’t shift his expression, a raised eyebrow look you don’t like much. “Why-”

You repeat. “I don’t want to know.”

He switches tactics suddenly. It almost knocks you off your feet. “Are we friends?”

“Yeah- Yes?”

He waits. “Are you and Chanhee friends?”

You look around. Your eyes finally settle on your workspace, too long after Changmin asked the question. You finally begin to nod. “Yeah, Chanhee and I are friends.”

“Then why do you look at him like that?”

“I don’t look at him like anything.” You stop him before he says anything else and shrug your shoulders. You zip up your crate and smile. “Have fun with your performance. I have to go.”

Everyone yells bye to you, and you wave at them. Chanhee jumps up before you can get to the door. You startle slightly and look at him, blinking twice.

“Thank you for the makeup today. I appreciate it.”

“He’s here!” Jacob turns his head and yells through the apartment before greeting you at the door. He smiles and waves you inside.

He shuts the door behind you and takes your bag. You watch as he rushes into the living room. You follow him slowly, apprehensive. Hyunjae is the first you notice as you walk into the living room. He can’t, or doesn’t, hide the weird smile he gets on his face and the glances between you and Chanhee. You watch him for a second and shake your head, willing him to stop whatever it is that he’s beginning.

Kevin is the next to get your attention, a confident smirk over his face. He stands and looks at the clock. He moves to stare at you, amusement bubbling in his eyes. “Since you’re here and we want to hang out for a while, we figured we could get some food.”

“Oh, I’ll go!” Changmin volunteers first, giggling at you as he passes to the door.

The rest of the boys follow in suit, offering their services to pick up food. Soon the only ones left in the room with you are Sangyeon, Eric, and Chanhee. You glare at Kevin, trying to grab his wrist as he passes.

“I have to keep my word. I already said I would go.”

Sangyeon and Eric look at each other. Suddenly, they nod at the same time and stand together. They mumble different things they need to do and walk out of the room simultaneously.

Sangyeon winks at you, almost running himself into the wall after he turns around.

You roll your eyes at them and look over at Chanhee, who’s now decided it’s the perfect time to look at you with the prettiest expression you’ve ever seen. You smile, nervousness seeping out of your pores. He sits with one of his headphones in, tapping the side of his phone.

“Have fun!” Kevin calls out before a bedroom door slams shut.

You look around for a second and sit down on the couch. You sit on one of your hands, trying to stifle the shaking you know will occur if you don’t. Chanhee pulls his headphones out and draws himself closer.

“Do you-” You sigh and pause. “Do you know why I was invited over here today?”

Chanhee shrugs his shoulders. He looks at you with an expression spelling out innocence. “We wanted to hang out with you. We don’t get to see you outside of work often.”

You nod and clear your throat. “Right, right.”

He stands up and moves along the couch, finding a seat next to you. He smiles and looks down, watching your hands pick at the seams of your jeans. “Why did you think you were invited?”

“I didn’t know. I was just wondering if Kevin was getting at something.”

“Why would he do that?”

You look up at him and shake your head. “He does things like that sometimes.”

Chanhee nods his head and taps the back of his phone. He pokes at his leg, not broaching the silent territory. His voice stops in his throat, halts before he can get the question out, and he changes his mind.

“What’s your favorite color?” His eyes are shining.

Your heart stops in your chest before picking up in double time. The question doesn’t make sense in your head. “What?”

He smiles and repeats himself. “What’s your favorite color? I thought it was yellow, but I didn’t know if that’s what it was. Do you like yellow?”

You turn towards him, the slightest smile creeping on your face. You pull at your fingers. “Yeah... I didn’t know you knew that about me.”

Chanhee shrugs. “I know we’re not as close as you and Kevin or some of the others, but I listen when you speak. I like hearing your opinions and your stories. I like your laugh and your smile too.”

You giggle slightly before calming yourself. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I just- I didn’t think anyone noticed those things about me. I don’t remember ever saying what I liked the color.”

“You did. I don’t remember who’s makeup you were doing. I really couldn’t focus on anything other than you.” He pauses for a second in his retelling, taking a long look at your increasingly more red cheeks. “But anyway, you said you liked certain colors more than others. You talked about color combinations and said you liked every combination that had yellow in it even if other people thought they were ugly.”

You furrow your eyebrows, not remembering any of that conversation.

“And you have this yellow shirt. It’s just a plain yellow shirt, but you wear it so often. It’s a good shirt. I know you’re hesitant to say it’s your favorite color, but it’s the color of your favorite shirt.” He nods his head and smiles, thinking up random facts and stories you don’t know of. “It’s also the most used color in all of your makeup.”

You blush darker. The color travels up your cheekbones and to your ears. “I like all colors.”

He smiles and looks in your eyes. “I like all colors too.”

You try to look in his eyes but, in the moment, you can’t stand being so close to him for much longer. You pinch your arm lightly and look down. The feeling of his eyes trailed on your face feels hot. Hot and overwhelming.

“Do you- Do you like Kevin more than you like the rest of us?”

“What? No, no.” You laugh and shake your head. You scrunch your nose up at the thought of it.

Chanhee leans ever-so-closer, probably not much to him, not much to the world, but your heart beats faster and faster, jumping further and further up your chest into your throat. The air around you feels heavy. It’s dense and makes you droop your shoulders.

“Do you not like Kevin more in the same way you don’t like yellow more?”

“No.” You shake your head immediately. “I don’t like Kevin like that.”

Chanhee finally stops looking at you. He looks forward, not long enough for you to calm yourself, before he gazes back at you. “Do you like anyone like that?”

You clear your throat, hoping the red on your face isn’t too noticeable but knowing it is. “Yeah? I don’t know.”

“Really?” Chanhee lights up and smiles. “Who? Are they nice? Do they... like the color yellow?”

You smile, the beginnings of a laugh bubbling in your chest, and you nod. “Yeah, they’re nice. They-”

You roll your eyes at yourself before you even say the next sentence.

“They remind me of the color yellow. Bright, happy, endlessly comforting. He’s-”

“He?” Chanhee asks.

It almost sounds hopeful. If you were anyone else, if he was anyone else, you’re sure it wouldn’t, and you’re aware you shouldn’t get your hopes up. You tell yourself it’s only the shock. You tell yourself these things but know you don’t believe them.

“He.” You answer. “It’s not a big deal.”

“No! No, it’s not. It’s not a big deal. I just didn’t know. So, color yellow?”

You laugh at yourself and lean back, shaking your head. “Yeah. It’s stupid. It’s stupid, but he is. I like him, though he doesn’t know how much.”

He stops. He turns forward and holds. He squints at the wall in front of him.

“I...” He begins to speak slowly. Too slowly for your liking. “I hope the “he” you like, the personification of the color yellow, the one that makes you get the distant look and beautiful smile on your face, I hope that’s me.”

Your brain computes slower than ever. Your mind can’t take in the meaning of his words, and he waits. He waits, patient, with a worried yet calm look on his face. You finally shake your brain into functioning and lean forward.

You whisper, eyes darting around the room. “Are you- Did Kevin put you up to this?”

Chanhee shakes his head. He holds your knee. “I’m not lying; it’s not a joke. I want the person that you’re blushing about to be me. So, I ask you, is it me? Could it ever be me?”

“It is you.” You breathe out the words. Not a whisper but nothing above it. “It is you. You’re the person that reminds me of the color yellow. You’re the reason eight people went to pick up food, and two others ran away so they could force me into a room alone with you without handcuffing me. You’re the reason every time I look at you or talk to you or do your makeup, they stand and giggle and gawk.”

He leans forward, the beginnings of a bright and confident but still nervous smile forming. He speaks at the same level as you. “Kevin has been badgering me for a week about talking to you. I may or may not have confessed everything I felt for you and told him I wouldn’t blame him if you had feelings for him instead of me.”

You and Chanhee nod simultaneously before he continues.

“He laughed.”

“He laughed at me when I told him I was scared to tell you. He said it would be easy.” You shake your head and smile at him. You start to laugh, and Chanhee’s smile grows next to yours. “I guess it was pretty easy. Though I think it was only because you said it was first.”

He leans back. He pauses, giving you the last few moments of peace before he asks. “You think I’m the color yellow?”

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tojiy · 2 years

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Chanhee x male reader genre: smut warnings: cursing penetration deep throating side note: read at your own risk drabble | words: 100+

MINORS + FEM DNI

"ah fuck, mmh just like that." you spoke, smirking. you looked down pushing your boyfriend's head further onto your dick. enjoying the view of his swollen red lips wrapped around your cock, as saliva dripped down to his chin. tears forming in his pretty brown eyes, and his small and slim hand gripping your muscular thigh.

thrusting into his mouth, you felt his throat clench around your girth, making you moan at the feeling. "god, your mouth feels so good." throwing your head back, you took a rough grip on his hair. gagging on your dick, he tapped your hand. you gently pulled him off.

your still hard dick slapping on his face. leaning down you spoke, "you love this don't you?" you teased. he shyly nodded. tears streaming down his cheeks. kissing the tears away, you picked him up from the floor, setting him on your desk.

you kissed him, not caring if you can taste yourself on his lips. sliding your hand up his blazer, you rush to take it off, along with his undershirt. pushing all the papers to the floor, they scattered all over your office floor.

"don't be loud.”

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binniebutter · 3 years

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couples yoga || choi chanhee

Pairing: Choi Chanhee x M!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 351

Warnings: none

a/n: this is requested by anon

Y/n watched as his boyfriend hopped out of the van, the rest of his group members behind him. He opened his arms and braced himself as Chanhee ran towards him at full speed. Having been in this situation many times before, Y/n knew that he was about to be tackled. For having such a small body, Chanhee is quite strong, or maybe Y/n is just weak.

“Y/n!” Chanhee exclaimed as he jumped onto Y/n’s body, wrapping his legs around his waist and his head settling in the crook of the neck that he was so familiar with. He snuggled closer than seemed possible and inhaled his cologne. The one that Chanhee had bought him for Christmas a few years ago and that he never stopped buying ever since. Y/n looked at the koala wrapped around him and smiled softly. He pressed kisses on the crown of Chanhee’s head and wrapped his arms arounds his lover tighter. Their moment was soon interrupted though as the boys walked up to where they were cuddling in the middle of the parking lot.

“Can you not? Blegh, what have we told you guys about pda?’ Hyunjae said with a disgusted face. Chanhee made no sign of moving from his tree, instead replying with a muffled “You’re just jealous you don’t have anyone” that caused Hyunjae to roll his eyes and look at Y/n with a pleading expression. He decided to have mercy on him and leaned closer to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear.

“If you come down now, we can do that thing that you wanted to do later,” he whispered quietly, making sure that none of the other guys could hear.

“Really?” Chanhee removed his head from your neck, looking at Y/n with an excited expression. When he nodded, he immediately unwrapped himself from his boyfriend and grabbed his hand instead, dragging him to the store behind them. The boys looked at the couple confused.

“Why are you guys in such a hurry now?” Kevin voiced. Chanhee merely yelled over his shoulder, never stopping.

“Couples yoga!”

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bratty maid. [choi chanhee]

🐇🎀 mature content ahead !! minors don’t interact !!

🧸🎀 — pairings: choi chanhee (the boyz) x gender neutral reader

🧸🎀 — tw: nsfw. handjob. male masturbation. prostate orgasm (lmao). slight dacryphilia. groping, kinda? like once. use of the word master like two times. man in traditionally feminine clothing (??)

🧸🎀 — wc: 5205

“i look so stupid,” chanhee's arms hug his body as if to conceal it from you, blue hair covering his eyes as he looks to the side to avoid your mocking gaze, “and i feel stupid, too,”

you sit on the emerald velvet sofa of your shared apartment, one leg drawn over the other and arms crossed on your chest.

in front of you, chanhee— his long, slender legs on display by the short, frilly petticoat he sports. he blushes under your intense stare, feeling himself shrink into the ruffled lace maid dress he's wearing. while long sleeved and quite heavy, the material is thin and breathable, so why is he suddenly feeling so hot?

“i didn't ask for your opinion,” you say, dropping your arms to your side as you signal him to turn around, “c’mon, twirl. let me see you,”

“well, i'm giving you my opinion anyway,” nevermind the spite in his voice, chanhee slowly does a full 360 for you, showing off the maid dress you specifically bought for him, “whether you like it or not, because i'm the one wearing this stupid dress,”

“good maids don't talk back to their masters, you know?”

something coils in chanhee's tummy at the mention of master. as if you hold great power over him, he lets his arms fall to his sides with a shaky sigh to allow you proper sight of his appearance. he's so goddamn weak for that stare of yours, to him your words are absolute and he feels so stupidly in love with you that he can't do other than comply to your every whim. that's the reason why he's wearing this dress in the first place.

when you said he'd look angelic on a maid dress, he scoffed. he pushed your phone away from his face and tried to keep his eyes away from the male model sporting a rather revealing dress in a pastel pink color, thinking that there's no way he would ever wear something like that just because you looked up at him with doe eyes and a cute pout. the idea lingered on his mind, though, it was impossible to shake off; mainly because you began to circulate through maid tiktok, follow maid dress wearing guys on instagram and twitter, and now every add on your shared chrome account were maid or lolita dresses for sale on cosplay stores. chanhee thought he already had his plate full with his members teasing him for his feminine gestures and posing, the least thing he needed was you, his precious partner, also thinking he was effeminate and that that was his only trait. don't get him wrong, he likes to be quite adaptable and likes that he suits both masculine and feminine things, but teasing can get too tiring and people can get too overly curious of his sexuality, as if that concerns anyone but him and you.

and, for a week, chanhee would push you off him when you would excitedly show him another dress you found online. you've managed to found a nice, legit japanese website with a variation of maid and lolita dresses and made a point to convince chanhee to give in and wear one for you, knowing him well enough to know that he really was lulling over the idea by the fact that he didn't immediately shut you out after your first attempt.

and he truly was considering it. it didn't matter how high he rolled his eyes at you and how much he claimed he wouldn't look good, the idea lingered in the back of his mind despite his futile attempts to brush it off. eventually, he gave up when you showed him a certain dress you found on that very same page: it was simple compared to the others you've shown him, but still lolita-esque. a long sleeve, pure cotton and lace dress with a corset waistband and a petticoat black skirt with white trim that reaches a bit past mid-thigh. the neck is all frilly and has a big, black bow with a fake jewel in the middle. out of all the dresses you've shown him, this was the most normal, decent and totally not vulgar one, and the one he's currently wearing.

“that's because they get paid,” chanhee retorts. he won't ever let you win an argument, even though it's purely bickering, and even though he practically already succumbed to you by agreeing to wear this dress in the first place, “i'm not getting paid as i should,”

“be a good boy and i'll reward you,” you say, smirking as chanhee's eyes widen for a careless second on his part at the implication behind your words, before they return back to his expression faux annoyance, “plus, you're allowed to change back at any time. i'm not holding you at gun point, you know,”

he rubs his thighs together to release some of the pressure he begins to feel in between them, he even tries to keep his head up so he can pretend to not notice how a small tent begins to form in the delicate skirt as blood begins to flow south. his head begins to spin. he didn't think he'd enjoy it this much; being so exposed to your hungry eyes that trail down his body, imagining you sneaking your hand up his skirt towards that part that's now aching for your touch, hearing you call him a good boy again, kissing him until his lips are all plump from your bites and he's drunk off your scent— hell, he'd even call you his master if that'd mean you'll give him what he wants. he won't ever admit it, and you'd have to pry such confession from his cold, dead hands, but he feels so pretty all dolled up for you, and it gives him such satisfaction to know that he gets to be the one that your eyes drink up with such lust.

“i want to make you happy,” he mumbles, under his breath, but he knows you heard him, otherwise you wouldn't be smiling so wide and accommodating your legs to receive him either in between them or on top, “but this is a one-time occurrence, so don't get too excited,”

“okay, yeah. shut up,” you beckon him closer with your fingers, and chanhee mentally beats himself up when he's a tad bit too fast to comply to you, almost as if he's too eager to do so. and he's not, “let's put the cherry on top, yeah?”

with the mary jane pumps he's wearing, he's a bit taller than usual height, and so, his breath hitches when he walks up to you and his crotch ends up right in front of your face. through hooded eyes, he looks down at you as your hands hover over his thighs, and he swallows a lump of saliva when you pull at the ruffled garter around his thigh, feeling your cold fingers against his hot skin. all his hopes dies when you let go of him and turn to reach the matching ruffle headpiece that rests beside you on the sofa, making chanhee let out a frustrated sigh.

“lean down,” you order him. chanhee leans down so that you reach his head, slouching his back a bit and resting his palms on his thighs, lips pursed and eyes still avoiding yours. if he makes any eye contact with you at this moment, he might give in and beg for your touch, but that's so uncharacteristical of him, and he won't let you have the satisfaction so easily.

you tilt your head and raise an eyebrow at him, “what kind of lean down is that? be more aware of your looks, do it more sexily,”

“what are you, a pervert?” he rolls his eyes at you for the nth time that night, but still complies and tries to stick his butt upwards, push his shoulders back and straighten his back. he blushes when you give him a satisfied smile, and, again, begins to feel hot as your gaze trails down from his eyes to his waist and finally legs, “yeah, you definitely are a per—”

words get caught on his throat when you, finally, once and for all, sneak your hand under the hem of his skirt. he can feel your palm trailing up his thigh, travelling back to cup one of his buttcheeks and pull it apart from the other. chanhee bites the inside of his cheek to let out any unwanted sound when you laugh at the way his cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrow, “speaking of perverts,” you tease, bringing your hand down and away from where he most wants it, grabbing the headpiece once more, “you're hard already, aren't you?”

“what do you expect?” chanhee pouts, under his breath, “you keep staring at me,”

“people stare at you all the time, chanhee,” you murmur back, fixing his blue bangs with your delicate fingers to try and style it in a 60/40 part, “do you get turned on even then?”

finally locking eyes with you, he licks his lips as he shakes his head, “only when it's you,” he lets you place the headpiece on him and then finally stands back to let you see all of him once more.

you make that same gesture to get him to turn around for you, and, again, he does, like a puppy being trained, obedient because he knows his reward is coming. and he can feel it, taste it even, when you smile and lean back on the sofa, already licking your lips like you're thirsty for a sip of his.

“you really do look angelic,” you say, and he watches with awe and anticipation as you begin to take your rings off your fingers, one by one, with a pace that's so achingly slow he's sure he's gonna melt before you even lay a hand on him, “i wish i could take a picture, i even have a few poses in—”

“absolutely not,” he cuts you off before the idea gets to bloom fully on your little, perverted mind, “you're definitely going to blackmail me with it,”

“or maybe i'll do other fun things with it,” you chuckle, and chanhee, again, falls victim of your suggestive words and only grows more and more flustered thanks to them.

but there's only so much teasing and intense staring chanhee can handle. by the sufficient look on your face, the know it all smirk and your lack of invitation, he knows things aren't going to work on his favour unless he moves first. you already got the upper hand of the situation, and it's almost painful for him to have to let go of whatever little dignity he still has to get what he wants, but he feels so hot and he's so impatient, he can't wait for your hands to be on him, for your lips to meet his skin, he can't wait to be lost in the pleasure that only you can give him.

so chanhee, pretty and bratty as only he knows how to be, pouts and looks at you through his eyelashes with frustration, “hurry up and give me my reward already,” he says, trying to keep his tone down because he knows sounding demanding will only work in favor of his already bad predicament, “i've been good,”

“indeed you've been,” you agree, and chanhee lets out he breath he didn't know he was holding, “a bit too sassy, but still good,”

so, finally, you pat your lap as you spread your legs a bit wider. this time, chanhee doesn't notice how he's, again, way too eager to join you back on the sofa. he climbs on top of you, placing each leg at the sides of your lap and his hands on your shoulders, just like he always does. the skirts opens up prettily and he shudders a breath in when he feels how freeing it is to feel his crotch directly on top of your thighs, better than any pants he could ever wear.

and he's eager once again to meet your lips, letting his mouth agape so that you can lick into it. when you ease your tongue into his mouth and press it against his own, he's already grinding his hips on yours, his breath catching on his throat like his hands that catch the hem of your shirt to pull you closer to him. he's breathless, light headed, already drunk off you and at your mercy.

the moment you part from his lips to catch some needed oxygen, your hand had already undone the pretty bow that sat on the collar of his dress, and now you work to undo the first couple of buttons to gain access to his neck. he looks so delicious, pale yet pink, and it would feel sinful, a crime to litter such perfect skin with bruises if it weren't for the fact that chanhee himself already moves his head to the side to give you access, his hands that cling to your shoulders bring you closer to him in a silent plead.

the second your lips touch his skin, he's melting into your touch. you have to grap an arm around his waist to ground him, and chanhee uses the chance to grind into your thighs while encouraging you to guide him, another silent plea to get him off.

“my ears,” he mumbles, or moans, one of his hand clutches yours and moves it to his chest to signal you to play with his nipples, “c’mon, kiss me,” and you laugh against his skin, thinking about how adorable is the fact that he, the most reluctant one to try on the stupid maid dress, is now the most eager and desperate one of the two.

“you're so greedy,” you comply anyway. you like to let chanhee think he's got control over what you do to him, but when his hips buck upwards and he chokes in a moan when you lick along the shell of his ear you know he's playing right into your hands, already stuck in your cobweb of perversion.

his weak spot— his little ear—, has him covering his mouth with one of his hands when the tip of your tongue teases the little hole. his pleasure gets heightened when you pinch one of his nipples through the delicate fabric of the dress. he's immediately dropping his hand from his mouth to place it eagerly on top of yours and guide it to move how he wants it to, and you take the chance to move your lips back onto his.

as the kiss grows in intensity and chanhee's hips begin to shake more erratically, your other hand that was on his tiny waist move down to his thighs. he feels you trail up the soft, milky skin until they disappear under the skirt again, and his new found fantasy plays in front of his eyes when your hand hover over his member, covered by his underwear, he feels so perverted when he twitches in your ghostly touch and moans at the thought that you're indeed touching him under his skirt and that he's indeed being such a dirty boy getting turned on by it.

when you finally wrap your fingers around it, over the hem of his underwear, you notice it: the surprise chanhee prepared for you when he changed into the dress. instead of the boxers you were expecting, you're pleasantly surprised to be met with delicate lace instead, thin and soft under your palm, and sweet chanhee bucking his hips up to signal his need for you.

pulling away from him, chanhee notices your eyes glistening with anticipation, “a thong?” you ask, no tact whatsoever, no consideration of the fact that he might pass out from mortification from you mentioning it out loud. you lift up the skirt to properly look, but chanhee pulls it down before you can even catch a glance.

“it's not a thong, i'm not crass,” he rolls his eyes, both hands pressing down the skirt so that you wouldn't try to lift it again, “they're just regular panties... your panties,”

and he twitches for a second time when your eyes darken and your mouth seems to go dry. it's not the first time chanhee wore panties for you, but it still has such an effect on you that he feels dizzy thinking about the power he, too, has over you, just like you do over him.

“well, let me see,” you mumble, thumbing at his tip with reanimated energy, “need to confirm you aren't lying,”

“no, you just gotta trust me,” he puts his hand on the back of your neck, shivering as he brings you close to him again with a lustful look, “keep kissing me,”

and luckily you comply to his wishes, but only because you know you'd eventually get to see it properly once he's completely shredded off his inhibitions. you latch your lips around his tongue, sucking on the wet muscle, for now content with feeling the lace around his hips and butt, while your other hand pushes your panties to the side so that you can gain full access to his throbbing member. messy up and down strokes have chanhee parting away from your lips on a jolt, his headpiece almost falling from his head as he drops it to your shoulder, panting heavily as his hips follow the movement of your hand.

up and down, up and down go your strokes, just like his chest and hips, every movement that he does seems to be around the ones you do, always so sensitive and reactive, his body possesses the honesty that his words lack, and he's so weak, melting in this hot desire, clinging onto you like you're a sip of cold water to clench his painful thirst, when you're, in fact, the very same flame that's making his throat dry in the first place. he's throbbing in your palm, heavy and wet, and he sounds heavenly, soft moans meant for your ears only, whispered with both love and lust, and you're sure he looks heavenly too, but he's too busy hiding his face in your neck, already feeling exposed enough to actually come up and look at you in the eyes.

you paint loving bruises into his neck and jaw as you pull your hand away from him, eliciting a sultry groan in protest from the man on top of you, who comes chasing after your hand, sticky with his transluscent precum, trying to get you to touch him again.

“shall we lube you up?,” you offer, your hand hovers over his face, teasingly, as you show off your middle and index finger, covered with his sticky substance.

“yeah,” chanhee breathes out, his mouth immediately opens to receive both of your fingers inside. like a good boy, he cleans them with easy compliance, and you're sure you'd be dead under his mean eyes if you happen to mention how eager he was to taste himself— but you know the feeling, while salty, perfect chanhee manages to taste like sweet syrup at the same time.

you fumble with the back pockets of your jeans as you search for something.

it takes you long enough so that chanhee's halfway back to his senses by the time you finally found that thing you were looking for, and, as soon as he recognizes it, his clouded eyes narrow, “did you plan all this from the beginning?” he eyes the small bottle in your hands with a frown as you flick the cap off swiftly.

“pretty much, yeah,” you smile at him, innocently, before placing a soft kiss to his lips, “lift up your skirt,”

“you're a freak,” chanhee shakes his head in disapproval, but he complies to your orders like a good maid, and finally lifts his skirt up so that you can work with him. with his mind preoccupied with his own pleasure, he doesn't realize that he's giving you a full opening to his surprise that was originally only meant to be felt, and not seen, and only notices when he feels your fingers tracing the soft lace. his cheeks grow red and he frowns in frustration, and he hates that he gets so worked up by seeing you glance at him with your mouth agape and your eyes dark, almost as if you're eating him up whole.

when the embarrassment gets too much and he plans to pull his skirt back down, your hand immediately comes to stop him, you're tsking at him while shaking your head, “you look so pretty, though? i don't understand why you wouldn't let me see it,”

“are you kidding?,” he mumbles, his cheeks still tinted a flustered color, “it's embarrassing enough as it is that i felt the need to put it on for you along this stupid dress, you seeing it makes me want to bury myself underground and never come out again,”

“nonsense,” you chuckle at his words, leaving his wrist to drape your hand over his member again, feeling the lace under your sticky palm. chanhee's breath hitches and he leans into your touch despite your annoying smirk, “cyan is definitely your color, actually. maybe i need to buy a couple of pairs for you,”

“eat my ass,” he retorts, his lips purse when he a moan threatens to rip off his lips when you softly take your nail alongside his vein.

“i might will,” again, he purses his lips before he can let out the sigh your words prompt from him, and he looks off to the side as he runs out of witty comebacks, “but first, let's lube you up,”

chanhee's eyes get hooded when he looks down at his member as you pour the cold lube on it. he shudders with every breath, his hands shaking, almost failing to keep his skirt up against his chest, he can see his cock bouncing with every little twitch. as he spreads his legs wider, the lube drips down his balls onto your jeans, prompting a gasp from him.

“your— your jeans,” he says, and then he looks around, realizing the place you're at, “the sofa—nnh!,”

your hand that grabs his cock again forces every worry and thought on his mind out the window, and he bites his lip to avoid raising his voice at the touch, “we've done worse things in this sofa,” you say, mouthing at his jaw when he throws his head back, “and i can always wash these, don't worry your pretty little head about it,”

your hold gets tighter as it gets faster, and you move your other hand to play with his balls. they're heavy and hot, and chanhee squeals a little when you squeeze one of them with more force than usual.

still stroking his cock, your other fingers travel down his balls, middle finger slowly circles around his hole, teasing. chanhee feels himself immediately going into a frenzy, lifting his hips so you get more access to his hole, shaking just from your single finger trailing around his little pink rim, already high on his pleasure.

testing it, you slowly press your middle finger into his hole, finding it easy to slide it in, and making chanhee shake on top of you, his face contorting into that of pure pleasure, as he gasps and hangs his tongue out his mouth.

“ah!,” he gasps, thighs trembling as he slouches over himself at the unexpected amount of sudden pleasure, “yeah! just like that! give me another,”

“already?,” you tease, pumping your finger in and out of him to stretch him out, your other hand leaving his cock to push his hair away from his eyes, “can you take it?”

“yes, i can,” he breathes out, grinding down on your hand greedily, but the stimulation isn't enough for him, “‘ve been good. please,”

“mkay, baby,” you find his lips at the same time a second finger finds his hole, and you greedily swallow every moan that he lets out when his pleasure gets heightened. you pull away from him, and he chases after you with a broken little moan, “you know what to do, right?,” and chanhee nods, immediately closing his eyes to prompt you to kiss him again, moaning into your mouth when you do.

he hugs his body with one of his arms to hold the skirt up while the other gets a grip of his own member. you let him set his own pace, following it with your fingers that still pump in and out of him. and you smile tenderly at him when drops his forehead on top of yours as he teases himself, slowing down his strokes and palming at his sensitive tip, lustful eyes locked on yours as you slow down your movements as well, trying to match him. he gradually speeds up, his strokes growing sloppy as he loses focus and begins to bounce on your lap, long lashes stained with salty tears and pink lips wet with his own drool.

he babbles something incoherent, tongue out for you to suckle on as you can't reach his covered nipples. you realize that, by this point, he's doing most of the job himself, squirming and shaking, teasing himself and stroking his member in the way you usually do, using your hand for his pleasure.

you get drunk on the way he looks, a dreamy mess of messy hairs and lewd expression, with tears that roll down his reddened cheeks and trembly lips, bruised by the kisses you've shared but still searching for yours eagerly.

“‘m close,” you can feel him tremble on top of you, the hold on his skirt gets weaker and the frill falls back on his lap, but it doesn't hinder his stroking for a second, “you have to let me cum,” he presses his forehead to yours and breathes out in your face, saccharine breath smelling of honey and himself.

“good maids don't talk to their master like that,” you use your free hand to lift his skirt once again, your eyes traveling down to his red member, watching the swollen tip disappear and reappear in his fist with each stroke of his palm, precum trailing down his long fingers. you curl your fingers inside of him and he reacts almost violently, the nails of his unoccupied hand digging into your wrist as he shakes and his pretty voice breaks into a high pitched whine.

“please, master,” finally, he gives in, pitifully and embarrassingly, with cheeks flushed crimson and tears flowing into an all out cry. there's still traces of love in your eyes when you drink his reactions with possessiveness, and even in your sinful, perverted state of mind you feel heavenly blessed to be able to see him like this, completely drunken off pleasure and fucked out of his mind, “please, forgive me, master, i just— i need to cum,”

and normally you would press further into it, tease chanhee and make him beg for it to make up all those other times when he's been too bratty and sassy, to show him who holds the upper hand, who's the one in charge of who— but right now, that thought doesn't even cross your mind, you're way too enamoured by him at this moment, by your pretty choi chanhee who's crying diamond tears of pleasure, your perfect choi chanhee who's edged himself so much he trembles even at the mere feeling of your breath on him, your baby chanhee, all dolled up with his little dress and black pumps, who's eyes flutter firmly closed as he frowns at your lack of a quick answer.

“please—,” he hiccups, cutting himself off unintentionally.

“go on, baby,” you coo, voice so mellow that chanhee melts further on top of you, “let it go,”

his breath stutters alongside his high pitched whines, his hips move upwards, uncoordinated and unintended, as he jerks hard in your lap, grinding desperately into your hand. you help him through his orgasm, curling and scissoring your fingers and using your other hand to replace his, that was clumsily trying to rub his cock out. his eyes widen when he feels it wash over him, the overwhelming amount of sinful, golden pleasure, but he does his best to follow your rule of eye contact even during his intense orgasm, that has hot spurts of white, sticky liquid squirting from his swollen cock and splashing on his pretty face and both of your chests.

he lets out a pornographic moan as he spams hard on top of you, his thighs trembling and eyes rolling at the back of his head. you help him ride it out with languid strokes and soft pumps of your fingers, watching in first class seat how sinful your usually angelic looking boyfriend looks all fucked out, with his pupils blown wide and his lips bitten raw, his own cum staining his delicate face a depraved color, thick globes that fall from his long eyelashes to his soft cheeks.

when he comes down, he can barely think properly, let alone speak. he falls limp on top of you, head on your shoulder and arms dead at his sides, breath heavy and ragged. he shuts his eyes and whimpers a final time when he feels your hand sneak on his waist.

“see? that wasn't so bad, was it?,” you tease, chanhee still a weak tremor under your touch, “that was such a prostate orgasm, probably the most intense one you've had,” you make a small pause, one of your hands caresses his back, and then moves upwards to stroke his soft hair after taking out the already halfway fallen headpiece, “did you secretly enjoy dressing up? you can tell me, i won't tell anyone,”

you know he knows you're teasing him, you can tell by the way he whines in annoyance and slowly lifts his head from your shoulder. using this opportunity to wipe his face clean with his own skirt, you smile at him innocently when he narrows his eyes at you with spite.

“i didn't,” now with a clean face and a less clouded mind, chanhee blushes and shakes his head with a pout. again, he'd be caught dead before he'd admit it out loud, “it's just been a while since last time, i was sensitive,”

“mmh, yeah, sure,” and he sighs dreamily when you kiss his cheek, salty with a mixture of now wiped tears and cum, and then melts into your touch again when you trail your kisses down his jaw and neck, his hands already clinging to your shoulders, “should we clean you up?”

his eyes widen at your question, and he's quick as lightning to shake his head and bring you closer to him almost as desperately as he did before, hands blindly fishing for yours to place them on his waist.

“no,” he says, and now he doesn't care how eager or desperate he sounds, “aren't you going to fuck me in this dress? been waiting all night for it,”

“if that's what my sweet baby wants, then yeah.”

🧸🎀 — luna's notes: this was supposed to be a cute, short timestamp but i am a sucker for men in dresses and choi chanhee and this ended up being super long so sorry lmao. also i had to look up how high can semen go to confirm it could land on his face if he was at the right angle (apparently it can go past 8ft and travel 45kms an hour, you're welcome) but anyways enjoy this mess i wrote in like three hours, i hope the mental image of chanhee in a maid dress lives rent free on yalls minds like it does in mine. xoxo.

#the boyz #tbz #choi chanhee x reader #tbz new x reader #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #tbz smut #smut #kpop x reader #idol x reader #kpop smut

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ah-ga-seven · 3 years

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Till The End of Summer - Chapter 14 (The Finale)

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Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other; even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 12,3K

Idol Cameos: NCT Johnny, ITZY Ryujin, ATEEZ Wooyoung, Stray Kids Hyunjin, Enhyphen Sunghoon, Heesung and Jay.

Genre: Fluff, SMUT, angst if you squint.

Warnings: explicit mature content, I put a bolded warning sign at the start and end of it so you can skip through if you want.

Month 1.

Yeonjun went back home to save the reputation of Choi Enterprises by dealing with Lita’s attempt to overthrow him and his mother.

Apparently, she did a lot more than the things she was locked up for initially.

Lita and her husband bribed members of the board, making promises they obviously couldn’t keep. “When we have the company, the world is yours” but those days never came. and the board members that were bribed were fired effective immediately.

Each and every one of them got disposed of, with their assets included like they were last weeks’ trash. And if that wasn’t enough, Lita’s unjustified psychosis stemmed from the fact that she used to sleep with Yeonjun’s father. Lita felt like she was entitled to the Choi’s fortunes because according to her; the only woman Daniel Choi ever loved, was her.

The revelation had Yeonjun sick to his stomach as he sat next to his mother in court. Lita looked at him with pleading eyes, claiming to really love him as her own son before the judge announced her 15-year prison sentence for fraud, spying, embezzlement, and attempted murder.

Somehow Yeonjun felt nothing as he looked at her. He really didn’t. If anything, he was glad to close this chapter of his life for good, and look ahead of the road to recovering his soul.

You, on the other hand, were completely overwhelmed with your new surroundings. You threw yourself into your work to forget about your heartache and didn’t dare to talk to Yeonjun in case it’d open up your wounds again. It would cause for you to lose focus, and you simply couldn’t afford that distraction right now.

Month 2

The first month passed without any contact between the two of you, but that changed when you wished him a happy birthday. His heart thumped in his chest on his way to his 6th therapy session as he looked at your message.

He was even more surprised to see that you sent him a cute card with a Polaroid picture of the two of you; all happy and smiley in the park.

It was reassuring to him that you were still thinking of him, and that you hadn’t completely forgotten about him or moved on so easily, because lord knows he hadn’t.

When you asked him about Lita’s trial a few days after his birthday, you two started to slowly talk again from time to time. You’d check up on each other and made small talk, but it was nothing like it used to be.

There was no depth, and the core of your conversations always had to do with how both of your studies were going, if you were taking care of yourselves or if you’ve had dinner already.

You both figured it was for the better this way, otherwise your break up would have been for nothing if you didn’t use this time apart from each other to heal, especially since you promised to be better individually so you could be even better together.

If that was still what both of you wanted upon your return of course.

He missed you so much, and he was finding it incredibly hard not to check your socials at least once a day, especially when he realized how male-dominated your studies were at Brown.

Your Instagram feed and stories indicated that you were having the time of your life when you could. You were happy despite the crazy hours you spent in a lab with your research team. A team that quickly became your new group of friends at the University.

There were 2 other guys and one other girl in your team. The girl’s name was Giselle, you seemed to be the closest to her out of all of them. One of the guys was named Chanhee who was quite obviously gay, therefore not a threat. But the second guy, Hwang Hyunjin… let's just say that Yeonjun wasn't a fan.

Month 3

Your almost daily texts and calls with your friends back home started to shift to communication on a weekly basis.

It was hard to keep up with your friends back home while having to entertain a new friend group here, all while you spent hours upon hours in the lab, working on a possible treatment for neurological disorders.

You knew that whatever you were getting yourself into with this exchange was going to be hard, but you didn’t imagine it to be this hard and frankly, you were feeling incredibly homesick by now.

You missed Soobin, the boys, Mia…Yeonjun. And one time when you came home at 10 PM after a long day that started at 8 AM; you broke down on the phone when Soobin called to check in on you.

He was so shocked at your tears that he was ready to jump on a plane, but you stopped him from doing so. Knowing that you needed to push through and confide in the friends you made, whom you’ve started to hang out with a lot more, especially with Hyunjin.

He reminded you a lot of Soobin, the way he was gentle yet in for dumb shit matched well with your own personality, and hanging out with him felt liberating. He introduced you to his friends and spent time with you and your lab partner and roommate Giselle whenever he could, which made your time at Brown a lot more bearable than you had anticipated.

Yeonjun was slowly starting to enjoy life again. He caught up with his studies, kept going to therapy, had regular calls with his mother, and spent time with his friends whenever he could. He started to pick up his neglected hobby of dancing again, finding comfort in the art form with Wooyoung and his crew.

Month 4

Yeonjun’s mother sold Choi Enterprises. She was completely done with the company as it wasn’t hers to begin with. The stock prices had risen for the first time since Daniel’s death paired with the whole Lita ordeal, so she took the chance to get rid of her past with a simple transaction.

She consulted Yeonjun about selling the company and the house he grew up in, for which he agreed, glad that they could finally close that dark chapter of their lives while getting a fresh start with new surroundings.

With all of this newly acquired money, she opened a new headquarters of her own luxury fashion brand, closer to Yeonjun; only an hour away to be exact.

She was determined to be a better mother and get to know her son, and the only way to do so was by actually trying. He was happier now that the burden of having to take over Choi Enterprises one day fell off of his shoulders.

For the first time in a long time, he held the reigns to his own future again and his mother assured him that she’d support whatever he wanted to do in life both mentally and financially.

From there on out things started to look up for them.

They went on café dates every Sunday, and sometimes he’d visit her for an entire weekend where they would bond by cooking or shopping together.

During one visit, Yeonjun helped her pick some pieces for Fashion week, which made her pleasantly surprised by Yeonjun’s out of the box and daring passion for fashion. She suggested he’d take a minor in fashion design next to his regular Business studies and after giving it a good thought, he did, enjoying it a little more than he thought he would.

Month 5

You were doing better too. The hard part of your research was over with, and you had a well-deserved break which you spent with Giselle, Chanhee, and Hyunjin. You decided on having a mini-vacation and go sightseeing, rent an Airbnb somewhere in the state, and just chill.

Everything was fine until the last night of your trip, where you got shitfaced drunk and ended up sleeping with Hyunjin.

You were single, so there was no reason to feel guilty, especially since the last time you even talked to Yeonjun was over a month ago, yet you still did.

Of course, you had to talk to Mia about it, who only told you to remember that when you’d return in a month; you’d probably never see Hyunjin again, and that was enough for you to start distancing yourself from him.

The guy obviously had feelings for you, and you felt bad for friend-zoning him after being intimate with him, but the fact of the matter was that you just didn’t feel the same way about him. None of it would matter in a few weeks anyway, because you’d be heading back home, to your friends...and to Yeonjun.

Month 6

Brown had offered you to stay and finish your studies at their facilities but you kindly declined. The experience was great, but you couldn’t put yourself through one more year of this type of curriculum, and you desperately wanted to see your friends' faces again by going back to the place you’ve called home for the past three years.

To your new-found friends’ disappointment, you were getting ready to leave as the weeks passed, packing your things little by little and meeting up with all of the people you met one last time before parting ways for good.

It felt bittersweet though. Not only did you learn a lot about neuroscience, but you learned a lot about yourself as well. You grew as a person, matured, and blossomed by being more independent. Not having Soobin or your other friends to fall back on really pushed you to become more self-dependent, which was one of the perks of being away from them for so long.

You respected yourself and put yourself first and promised that that’d be a piece of knowledge that you’d be taking back home too.

Now.

Yeonjun couldn’t believe half a year had passed already. But what he really couldn’t believe was that he’d be seeing you again tonight.

He stood in your apartment with the guys and Mia, organizing your things and cleaning up the place for your surprise welcome home party. Being in there felt weird, almost foreign to be exact.

It’d been half a year since he stepped foot in here, and even though you were gone for so long, the place still smelled like you. If it wasn’t for the empty shelves, missing bedsheets, and plastic covers over your furniture; it’d almost seem like you never really left.

He opened your bedroom door to see Mia struggling to make your bed and chuckled lightly at the sight. He walked over to her, grabbing the other ends of the sheets to help her out.

Mia gave him a faint smile and stopped her movements for a second to look at Yeonjun. “Are you excited?” She asks with a big smile. Lord knows she was, her best friend was finally coming back but Yeonjun didn’t really know how to answer Mia’s question.

“More nervous than excited. We checked up on each other from time to time but it’s not like we really talked or anything.”

Mia pouted at Yeonjun’s insecure facial expression. One she hasn’t seen from him that often. Especially lately. Mia and Yeonjun have gotten a lot closer in the past six months, which was a nice change for the both of them.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry. You’re not the same Yeonjun you were six months ago. And that’s a good thing. She’ll appreciate the change.”

“Gee, thanks.” Yeonjun snickers as he throws a pillow at Mia’s head. It hit her straight in the face, messing up her hair which made both of them erupt in loud laughter.

“Asshole,” Mia says straightening out her hair.

“What’s going on here?” Soobin asks with a big smile on his face as he enters your room.

Soobin hasn’t been able to wipe that damn grin off of his face all day. He was so excited for you to come back and honestly the mood with the boys and with Mia has been amazing lately.

“Yeonjun is back to his old ways,” Mia argues as she tries to throw the pillow back at him, but Yeonjun swiftly caught it, giggling to himself as he fixes it before putting it back on your bed, where it belongs.

“Well, quit messing around and hurry the fuck up, I’m picking her up in an hour.” Soobin says clapping his hands together to try and give orders, but neither Yeonjun nor Mia were phased by Soobin’s attempt to assert dominance. Both of them rolled their eyes before getting back to the task of making your bed.

It was adorable how stressed yet giddy Soobin was to see you again. Everything had to be perfect before you arrived so he could relax and make sure you’ll be able to relax after your flight too.

He ran around your apartment like a stressed mother; making sure the boys weren’t messing around too much so that everything planned out smoothly before the guests arrived.

Soobin waited for you patiently…at the wrong exit.

You immediately recognized his tall form when you were skimming the crowd, wondering why he wasn’t there yet, but when you saw his back facing the wrong arrival hall; you knew enough.

It’s so Soobin of him to face the wrong way. You smile to yourself as it gave you the perfect opportunity to scare him.

You chuckle as you walk towards him while pulling your suitcase with you. He was concentrated on the people exiting the gates, hoping to see you and growing more and more restless as you didn’t show up, but little did he know, you were right behind him.

“Who are we waiting for?” You ask in a serious tone as you stood beside him with your arms crossed while following his gaze onto the crowd.

Soobin’s head snapped into your direction so fast you swore you heard a bone crack.

His eyes widened before he smacked his bunny-like lips in confusion, looking you up and down before a huge smile crept upon his face that you could only mimic.

“YOU’RE HERE!” Soobin shouts in shock, relief, and joy at the same time while pulling you in for a tight hug. He inhaled your scent while twirling you around, and all you could do was giggle as he smothered you in his hold.

God, you missed him, and judging from the way he wasn’t letting go of you, you could tell he missed you too.

“Ugh, I missed you so much. How was your flight? And look at you! Did you change up your hair? You look good, happy, healthy. Ugh.”

You couldn’t even respond to anything he was saying as he wrapped you into his arms again. Normally you’d fight him for being so clingy, but this time you let him have his way for a few seconds…until it got hard to breathe.

“Soobin, I can’t breathe.” You protest softly as you tap his chest to let go which made him laugh in response, holding you at an arms-length. “Sorry y/n. I just…we’re never separating for that long ever again,” he says with a serious yet playful look on his face.

“Agreed.” you beam up at him as you link arms, walking towards the exit.

“Did you have a good flight?” he asks as he pets your hair, not believing that you were standing next to him right now.

“Mmh, there was some turbulence so I couldn’t really rest. I can’t wait till I’m home again so I can sleep,” you mumble before you let out a yawn as you drag your feet on the tiled floor of the airport.

Soobin gulped. He didn’t know how you’d feel about the hoard of people in your apartment right now, all ready to celebrate your return when all you really wanted was to get some rest after your long travels.

He felt guilty for a second but also knew that you’d probably forget all about your tiredness when you’ll see all of your friends again.

“Uhm, the car isn’t that far. Give me that,” he says as he takes your suitcase from your hold.

“Everyone quiet down! They’re coming up right now!” Taehyun announces while he cut the music.

Everyone frantically found a spot to hide. Some giggled as it got dark, some held on to each other cause they couldn’t see shit and some were nervous wrecks like Yeonjun.

You weren’t suspecting anything as you dragged your feet to your apartment. Soobin was acting weirder and weirder; fumbling with his keys, dropping shit, and constantly checking his phone, but you were too dense and tired to notice.

You struggle with your lock and let out a yawn. Soobin stood closely behind you, taking a deep breath as the door swung open.

Before you could even close the door behind you or find the light switch, all of the lights turned on in an instant, followed by a loud ‘SURPISE’ yelled out by at least two dozen people who were occupying your living space.

You flinch, your eyes nearly popping out of your skull and stumble backward, just so your back could hit Soobin’s tall form.

He laughed hysterically clapping his hands together like a seal, followed by everyone in the room.

“Oh my god.” Is the only thing that you were able to get out as you covered your face at the overwhelming sensation.

You didn’t even realize you had this many friends? I mean you knew all of them of course, but you didn’t comprehend the fact that they were all here to welcome you back.

The music turned back on and Mia was the first one to launch herself into your arms which had you immediately defrosting in her hold.

‘BITCH!!!” she yelped. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH.”

She clung onto you and twirled you around making the adrenaline and confusion in your body shift to pure happiness at seeing their faces again.

You can’t believe they did this, and suddenly you don’t feel tired anymore.

“Y/N!” Beomgyu squealed your name as he hugged you, followed by Taehyun and Hueningkai who all patiently waited until it was their turn to hug you.

You were so caught up in shock and bombarded with love, that you didn't have time to scan the room for other familiar faces. Instead, you just let them come to you one by one as you stood glued to the floor, smiling, hugging and chatting away with all of the people that seemed to have missed you so dearly.

Yeonjun stood in the corner of your living room, watching the whole ordeal. A smile crept onto his face at how happy and healthy you looked. It’s almost as if he saw you for the first time again. Making him realize that love at first sight really was a thing…even in this form.

He took a sip of his drink, still watching you carefully until someone nudged his shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you go say hi to your girl?” The taller and older guy leaned against the wall next to Yeonjun after nudging him, making him look up at him.

“Hyung, I don’t even know what to say to her. She’s so happy right now, I don’t wanna ruin it.”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t think she’ll be happy to see you?”

“I don’t know anything right now.” Yeonjun sighed, watching you join Hueningkai and Beomgyu for a selfie with a big smile on your face. “When is the last time you two spoke?” Johnny asked, taking another sip of his drink.

“Like two months ago.”

“Damn…”

“I know.”

and just as the picture was taken, you spotted him across the room.

Your eyes locked, making Yeonjun freeze in place. “Shit,” he gulps, downing his drink in one go to calm his nerves which made Johnny laugh at his antics.

“Relaaaax. Did you see her eyes light up just now? I think she missed you too,” he assures him, throwing an arm around his shoulder for comfort.

This seems odd? Doesn’t it? Yeonjun and Johnny being all friendly with each other.

During Yeonjun’s never-ending therapy sessions, the school’s counselor wanted to connect Yeonjun with someone with a similar background. You should’ve seen both of their faces when they met during a group session, but after realizing they had such corresponding backgrounds, you know; the neglected rich kid kind, they haven’t stopped talking to each other and oddly became very close friends.

It was nice for Yeonjun to have an older brother figure in his life since he’s the oldest in his own friend group, and it was even nicer for Johnny to find out that Yeonjun wasn’t such a big dick after all. Oh, and the part of having someone who gets his struggle was great too, even in the form of Choi Yeonjun.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You didn’t expect him to be here for some reason and the last thing you expected was seeing him with Johnny’s arm around his shoulder in a non-threatening way.

Mia chuckled as she followed your gaze. “Yeah…so, they started hanging out a few months ago.”

“How even?”

“I don’t know maybe they started to bond over being your rejects,” Taehyun says making Mia and Beomgyu cackle with him, but you couldn’t quite see the humor in it. You had only returned to your friends for 5 whole minutes and they were already being annoying.

Soobin noticed your slight annoyance and chuckled, rubbing your back in comfort as he was the only one to notice how nervous you really were to talk to him again after all this time. “Go talk to him, he’s just as nervous. Trust me.” Soobin says into your ear so only you could hear, and you give him a small nod in response. Smiling at the encouragement you so desperately needed.

You’re a bad bitch. You got this.

You look at him once more as he talked to Johnny.

For some reason, his whole aura changed from the last time you saw him. His features matured a bit, he lost weight and he completely embraced having a mullet. Ok…hot.

He was breathtaking. Even after all this time of being apart, he made you feel the exact same way and all it took to remind you of that feeling was one look from him.

He decided to man up and make his way through the crowd to greet you, but you beat him to it as your legs automatically walked over to where he was standing.

Johnny sensed the sudden electricity in the air as you approached and decided to go in for the hug first to give Yeonjun some time to collect himself. “Y/n!” Johnny coed as he enveloped you into a big bear hug. “It’s so good to see you again. How are you? How was your exchange?”

You’re snapped out of your trance, but you still feel Yeonjun’s eyes on you as you’re trapped in Johnny’s embrace. You collect yourself as you let go of him, trying to avoid Yeonjun’s gaze for now but it was almost impossible because of how close he was.

“I’m good, it was good. A lot of sleepless nights but it was totally worth it.” You give him the quickest answer possible; you weren’t quite sure where to start the conversation with Yeonjun but the longer the two of you ignored each other, the weirder the tension between you two was getting.

He took a deep breath, giving you a warm smile before averting his attention to Johnny. He not so subtly told him to leave with his eyes, which made Johnny suavely exit the conversation by announcing that he needed a refill.

“Hey…” you start.

Yeonjun’s eyes glistened as he looked at you with adoration. “Hey.”

You looked good. Your skin had a healthy glow, and your new haircut was working wonders for your features. He was entranced by your beauty for a second before realizing his stare might be creeping you out, though you didn’t even notice, cause you were staring at him too.

You were completely caught up in your own perception of time. Everything seemed to slow down now that you were looking into others eyes again after all this time and just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, some kid you didn’t know accidentally bumped into you roughly.

The sudden impact made you lose balance as you jolted forward, straight into Yeonjun’s arms. Luckily, he swiftly caught and stabilized you.

He looked at you in shock, making sure you were okay as he grabbed your shoulders before turning his attention to the random kid who somehow got an invite to be at your welcome home party, in your house, without you even knowing who he is.

He quickly apologized, but you feared for what was about to happen. The Yeonjun you left 6 months ago was a dick and a hothead, he’d make the kid regret running into you like that but to your surprise Yeonjun straightened out the freshman’s clothes and gave him a small side smile.

“Be careful kid, we just got her back,” he says in neutral yet friendly tone.

That’s it? No threatening glare? No sarcasm?

He seemed to notice your dumbfounded facial expression and chuckled. “Anger management classes,” he explains with playfulness evident in his voice.

“You’re kidding?” you scoff in amusement.

“Nope. I’ve turned into a complete softie, just for you.”

You teasingly shove his shoulder and laugh loudly. The sound made Yeonjun’s heart flutter as he watched your face contort into pure joy and cuteness. He felt the sudden urge to squish your cheeks together and litter your face with kisses but he withheld himself from doing so, and reciprocated your giggles with the sound of his own laugh as he raked his hand through his long locks.

This small moment of flirty teasing made the both of you realize just how much you had missed each other as you were quick to jump back in your old ways.

You both should’ve known that worrying about any awkwardness between you two was stupid. After all, you were friends before you even started dating; and luckily that dynamic returned quickly because he was just as big of a casual flirter as you were.

Suddenly it felt like you were starting all over again with him, it felt like the first time you tried to connect with him on that damn picnic that started the timeline of your relationship.

Somehow the universe granted you the opportunity to hit the reset button and do things right this time, and you couldn’t be happier now that you realize how stupid it was to worry about the inseverable connection you two seemed to have to each other.

Even after all these months and all those miles of distance, Yeonjun still felt like home.

He gave you a shy smile, realizing you were staring at him with hearts in your eyes while you expectantly gazed into his dark orbs.

His eyes weren’t hollow anymore, for the first time in ages his happiness felt genuine and you couldn’t wait for him to tell you all about it.

“How about we…ditch your party for a bit and go take a walk,” Yeonjun suggests, giving you a hopeful yet mischievous look as he held out his hand for you.

You boldly lace your fingers through his and lead him out of your apartment without a second thought, ignoring stares from literally everyone.

Oh my god, history really was repeating itself. Your mind flashes back to the walk you took with him that night at Johnny’s party; you lead him out of Johnny’s kitchen the exact same way right after the fight you had with an overprotective Soobin about trying to date Yeonjun.

You got Yeonjun a little flustered, which is a first, but he was happy with your directness. He couldn’t wait to be alone with you in a more private setting and if that meant leaving your own party, then so be it.

Fresh air hits your lungs as the chilly spring night welcomes you outside. Your apartment was way too crowded and way too hot which made you sigh contently as the cold wind created goosebumps on your skin.

Yeonjun looked at you and stopped in his tracks while diverting his gaze at your still intertwined fingers.

You look back at him, confused as to why he stopped walking, but before you could ask questions; he pulled you towards him, trapping you into his strong arms. One of his hands made its way to the nape of your neck to slowly pat your hair as he leaned his chin on the top of your head.

You just let it happen, wrapping your arms around his torso while burying your face in the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of soap mixed with his expensive Chanel Bleu cologne hit your nostrils and the butterflies in your tummy start to flutter again after being on rest for six months.

Whole. That’s how you feel in the moment.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” You mumble into the hug, not wanting to look up at him out of fear that he might not have felt the same, but by the way he was holding you right now, you should know better. The insecurity of not being good enough still had its ways of fucking with your mind, even though you had no reason to be.

Yeonjun opened his eyes at your confession, not being able to hide how happy he was to hear that his feelings were mutual. He hid his grin by burying his face into your hair again as he giggled before pulling back slightly to see your face. You were trying incredibly hard to hide the heat that had risen to your cheeks but it was to no avail as Yeonjun mumbled something about how cute you were right now.

He was so worried you didn’t feel the same. He was convinced you forgot all about him at Brown. Your Instagram stories were filled with the countless parties you went to, the new people you met accompanied with the fact that your posts were littered with suggestive comments from guys he could only assume you met over there.

Yeonjun’s biggest fear relating to your return was that you utilized those six months away from him to move on, but as selfish as it sounds; he was so incredibly glad that you hadn’t.

“Look at me.” He tried to cup your face but you didn’t let him, giggling into his chest as you protested.

The two of you must look absolutely pathetic to bystanders right now. You were completely stuck in your own world, acting like high school kids who were brand new to love, but somehow that’s exactly what you were.

He chuckled lowly, as you tightened the hold you had on his waist. “Ah, whyyy…Look at me, come on.”

You do as you’re told, and when you look up you are greeted by the most beautiful smile you’ve seen in your life, making your breath hitch in your throat at how boyish yet manly he looked just now.

“Ok, I’m looking. Now what?” You challenge as you take a hold of his wrists as he cupped your face.

He didn’t know if he’d move too fast if he kissed your lips right now, so he decided against it while giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead instead.

“I just wanted to see your pretty face up close again. Instagram doesn’t do you justice, angel.”

“Oh, shut up.” You giggle, rolling your eyes as you push yourself out of his hold. You hate to admit it, but the little pet name made your heart skip a beat. You pretend to run from him, but he snatched you back in no time by tugging at your elbow with laughs and giggles. You give in and link arms with him as you resumed your walk through your neighborhood and look up at him to check if he was really here with you right now.

This whole thing just felt too good to be true. Here you thought he’d moved on from your relationship, but the confirmation that he hadn’t was nice, to say the least.

He looked down as he felt your eyes on him and smiles at you before looking at the path ahead of him.

“What?” he asks with an amused tone, but you just shake your head in response.

“You seem different.”

“How different?”

“Like you aren’t carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore type of different.”

He nodded understandingly and stopped in his tracks to look into your eyes again. His hands traveled down to yours, lacing your fingers together once more before he sighed, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear for you.

You gave him an expecting look, squeezing the hand that was still intertwined with yours to assure him of the fact that you’re listening, which earned you a small smile.

“It’s cause I’m not. While you were changing the lives of others with your research, I was changing my own. At first, I thought the whole therapy thing was a hoax. I didn’t understand why talking to some stranger would fix me, but it helped me come to terms with a lot. I learned about acceptance and moving forward. And I learned that in order to be able to love someone in a healthy manner, I’d have to love myself first. You know…on a deeper level than just my handsome face” he jokes trying to lift some weight off of his words.

You roll your eyes, but secretly love his arrogance, making a low chuckle escape from your lips before you return to seriousness again.

“I’m so proud of you.” you say, and you mean it. You’re amazed at how clear his mind seemed to be. It’d usually take Yeonjun a good minute to collect his thoughts before he could talk about how he felt with you, but right now it came out so naturally, it was almost odd.

He gave you a weak side smile, making eye contact once again. “I’m nowhere near the finish line though. I can’t promise you that I’ll never fuck up again because I’m learning as I go, but what I can promise you, is that my heart and my feelings for you are unchanged. I haven’t stopped thinking of you, not once. The thought of being with you again was my driving force and I need you to know that.”

He caressed your cheek while you let his words sink in and suddenly you feel tears prickle your eyes.

You were at a loss for words, completely lovestruck by his incredibly sweet and wise confession.

You hold onto his wrist for leverage, your breathing turned shaky and uneven as a tear escaped your eyes.

Here you thought he had completely moved on from your relationship. But god, you were so wrong, and you couldn’t be any happier.

“I promised myself to never make you cry again,” he joked lightheartedly as he wiped another tear away from your cheek, making you sniff in response, wiping them away with your sleeve quickly. “They’re happy tears.”

He looked into your eyes again, searching for answers and maybe even permission. He wanted to take things slow; give you time to reflect and time to adjust to being back home, but he simply couldn’t help himself.

When you leaned into his touch, he knew you basically gave him an okay to proceed.

He inched his face dangerously close to yours, lightly brushing his plump lips against yours. His hesitation made you smile, so you pull him down to your level by the back of his neck as you initiated the kiss.

He froze for a second at your dominance but quickly relaxed in your touch soon after he realized that you seemed to want this just as much as he did.

Kissing him was like muscle memory. It felt natural and blissful and suddenly you find yourself wondering about how you were able to live without this feeling of pure euphoria for over six months.

His love was like a drug, and all it took was one kiss to break your sobriety.

He pulled back, quickly assessing his surroundings before he realized the two of you were basically making out in the middle of the street.

He pulled you into an alleyway and pushed you against the wall of a random apartment building, his hands holding on to each side of your face delicately yet roughly as he kissed you with so much fervor, it almost made you dizzy.

“You really had me thinking I lost you forever,” he mumbles as his lips disconnected from yours.

You weren’t given the change to respond as his lips found their way to the soft spot in your neck. He still remembered every sensitive inch of your skin and used it against you all too willingly; wrapping his hands around your throat as he kissed and licked a pattern from your jaw to your neck.

A breathy moan left your lips as he started to suck possessive marks onto your neck and you instinctively wrap your arms around his waist, letting him do as he pleases, too entranced by the delicious feeling. You jumped up and he caught you by hooking his arms under your thighs, stabilizing you against the wall as you kept making out.

You giggled at his eagerness, a little flustered at the fact that you were in public; even though it was nighttime while being in a neglected alley; it still felt wrong.

He smirked against your neck when he felt you hesitate, and placed a soft yet wet kiss on your lips before letting go of you. He made sure you landed back on the ground safely, straightening out your clothes for you. “Maybe we should head back,” he says with a dark gaze, acting as if he didn’t just litter your neck with marks and bruises. He licked his pouty lips in amusement at the sight of what he had just done to you, knowing all too well that people would be able to see what happened while the two of you were gone.

You playfully shoved him aside, completely oblivious to how bad it really was but when you stepped into the elevator and saw your own reflection you gasped and shot Yeonjun a look of pure panic and distress. “YEONJUN!” you gasp loudly. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“I’m sorry I just…couldn’t help myself.” he licked his lips again, cockiness emitting from his entire being. He inched closer to you to give you an innocent kiss on the top of your head and pulled the hair tie out of your hair, making your hair fall past your shoulders to cover the hickeys.

“This’ll do.”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

He scoffed, casually smacking your ass in response.

On the remaining way back to your apartment you were constantly fixing your clothes and hair, trying to let it nonchalantly fall to the front but you knew it looked rather ridiculous.

You had hoped your friends were too intoxicated to notice but when you stepped foot in your apartment with Yeonjun closely trailing behind you, all eyes were on you again.

How long were you two gone for? 10, maybe 20 minutes?

“Hyung.” Taehyun grabbed Yeonjun by his collar, turning him around which made Yeonjun frown at the younger one.

“For fucks sake.” Taehyun sighs dramatically, wiping something pink from the corner of Yeonjun’s mouth with his index finger.

…it was your fucking lipgloss.

Yeonjun’s ears turned a bright red as he started to chuckle nervously. “Now I lost the fucking bet with Hueningkai. I thought it’d take at least a week before you two would start simping over each other again, it hasn’t even been an hour….AND OUTSIDE?” Taehyun sucks his teeth as a sign of disapproval, looking you up and down before his eyes lingered on your neck. “Animals. That’s it. That’s the description.”

“Pay up, loser. I told you.” Hueningkai cackles as he throws his arms around both Taehyun and Yeonjun’s shoulders.

“Y’all made a bet? An actual bet on our relationship?” you ask in pure disbelief. It was so like them to turn your emotional turmoil into their own amusement, but you couldn’t really be mad at them.

Your friends know the two of you better than anyone and probably saw this coming way before you did.

“Venmo me later.” Taehyun mumbles to Hueningkai in defeat while walking off, and you can’t help but chuckle at the irony of it all.

All of these months left in pure insecurity about your relationship with Yeonjun. Nights of pondering about your future, worrying if he had moved on or not. It was all for nothing

Yeonjun and you move like magnets, and no course of time could really drive you apart because when you’re reunited, you will always find your way back to each other. Always.

He looked at you a little dreamily, it still wasn’t sinking in that you were back. For good. And all his.

He snaked his arm around your waist as he stood behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as you told your friends all about your adventures.

He was clingy, you were clingy and neither of you was hiding it for anyone. You’ve had your fair share of secrets with Yeonjun and you were more than glad that those times were over with.

At around 4 AM most people left, and you were left alone with the boys, Ryujin and Mia.

You were on the couch, perfectly comfortable on Yeonjun’s lap as you leaned into his chest. One hand was rubbing your back in up and down motions while the other had found its way under your shirt and onto your waist. His cold fingertips grazed over your bare skin and suddenly it was way too hard to stay awake.

The chatter of your friends became background noise as your eyelids grew heavy. But you were shortly awakened out of your slumber as you felt Yeonjuns lips on your temple.

“You must be so tired after that flight and this whole circus,” he whispered with an empathetic pout, yet all you could do was nod as a response.

He chuckled at your cuteness and fixed a piece of your hair, kissing your forehead again before you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“It’s funny how nothing has changed, yet everything is different,” Beomgyu says as he stares at you and Yeonjun with a loving smile.

Beomgyu might be a little shit with a smart mouth, but he cares for his friends. Seeing the two of you be so content in each other's presence made love emit from his pupils. Even though Yeonjun had been doing so much better the best couple of months, nothing compares to the pure happiness and giddiness that Gyu was seeing from him now, and that was all because you were together again.

Beomgyu wasn’t the only one to notice, because it was literally all of them, and especially Soobin.

Soobin who literally rebelled against any type of relationship between you and Yeonjun was smiling at the sight of you in his arms fondly. His two best friends finally found solace in each other after all the shit that both of you had been through together, and it made him sentimental.

A year had passed since the two of you started dating unofficially, though this was the first time in that whole year that Soobin was completely okay with it.

You were long gone and off into dreamland by now as Yeonjun looked at you with a small smile on his lips, but when he looked up to check why everyone had stopped talking, he was met with six pairs of twinkling eyes on him.

His pupils darted back and forth between them in genuine confusion. “Why? What’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Soobin sighed contently. “For once, nothing is wrong.” he says as he leans forward to hug Mia from behind who was sitting between his legs on the floor.

Taehyun chuckled at Soobin’s dramatic statement and Hueningkai hummed in agreement.

“Not to get all simpy or anything, but with her being back it feels like our little dysfunctional family is whole again.” Beomgyu mumbles as he let his head drop onto Ryujin’s shoulder.

“Let’s try to be less dysfunctional,” Hueningkai says with determination.

“We can be less dysfunctional if you can clean up after yourselves and fold your own damn laundry so I don’t have to start a fight with you every 5 seconds,” Taehyun argues as he throws a pillow at Hueningkai's face. Making him laugh as he got in in the face with full force.

“Why can’t we just…have one peaceful moment…just one.” Soobin says rubbing his forehead in agony.

Yeonjun chuckled at the banter of his little brothers and looked back at you. “I don’t know guys, maybe that’s our charm,” he says leaving all of them in pure confusion as they looked at him for clarification.

“What do you mean by that.” Mia questions as she raises a brow at him.

“We’ll literally walk through fire to be there for each other, right? We go through things individually but will never fail to be there for each other in times of need, and I think we need to embrace our worst mistakes and arguments so we can grow from them. After all we’ve been through, I know we’ll be together forever. So, I say cheers to being dysfunctional,” He says with a proud smile, picking up his drink from the side table to raise it up in the air for a collective moment of cheers.

Dumbfounded by Yeonjun’s odd display of maturity and wise words, they all comply, raising their glasses in the air followed by a loud cheer to being “dysfunctional.”

The sudden loudness of their voices woke you up, completely out of it and sleep drunk; you lift your head from Yeonjun’s chest, squinting your eyes at your friends as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Did I miss anything?” you say, your voice laced with sleep and confusion.

They all burst out into laughter at your current state paired with your obliviousness and messy bed hair.

“Nah, just six months of incompleteness,” Yeonjun says as he pecks your lips.

Mia stayed over that night and helped you unpack and clean your whole apartment the next day, which you were super grateful for but...you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish Yeonjun would’ve stayed the night.

The fact of the matter is that you haven’t had time for a serious talk with him yet, because you know, tongue punching each other was of higher priority than hashing things out with actual words. Which meant you hadn’t really talked about your relationship status or how things will be moving forward.

“The last game of the season is tonight. Are you going?” Mia asked as she plops down on your couch with you.

“The last one? Already?”

“Yeah we’re gonna go celebrate after.”

“Even if they lose?”

“Girl, you know they don’t lose.”

You roll your eyes and laugh at Mia’s overconfidence in her boyfriends’ team. You were about to give her a definite answer before your phone started buzzing.

[Yeonjun, 12.44 PM]: Hi baby.

[Yeonjun, 12.45 PM]: Is it ok if I come over? I’ll bring us coffees from that café you love so much. 😌

[Y/N, 12.45 PM]: Yesss please 🥺

You giddily smile at your phone, wanting to squeal with excitement but you hold it in and Mia seems to notice. “Oh god, is it him?”

“Yeah, so.” you glare at her with playful intent “Let me be happy. He’s changed so drastically; I almost couldn’t believe that last night’s Yeonjun was the Yeonjun I left six months ago.”

“Yeah, he’s been working super hard to change and the whole thing with his mom helped too.”

“His mom? What do you mean?” You ask in genuine confusion, Mia bit her lip as she furiously shook her head. “Listen, I’m never, ever going to meddle in your relationship ever again. When he gets here, I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it.”

You chuckle, nodding in agreement until your attention is averted to your phone again as it buzzes in your lap once more.

[Hyunjin, 12.46 PM]: Hey sweetheart, did you have a good flight?

Oh….

Your eyes shoot to Mia’s in panic and she frowns, taking your phone out of your hold to read the message.

“Oh my god…is this your little slip-up?” she asks with disgust evident on her features.

“What do you mean slip up? I am a single woman,” you argue, but Mia wasn’t having it.

“AM?”

“WAS? GIRL, I DON’T KNOW. It was a fling, nothing more.”

“Flings don’t call you sweetheart and ask you how your flight was.” Mia says squinting her eyes at you.

“Mia…”

She sighed, visibly irritated with how naïve you were being, but you couldn’t have known that you’d fall back into Yeonjun’s arms that fast, and it’s not like you ever dated Hyunjin. He was just a friend…who you’ve slept with once.

“Listen, girl. I love you...but after everything Yeonjun has put himself through to be a better man for you, you better ghost this motherfucker right now or else.”

“Jeez, I will. It’s not like I like the guy. And since when are you team Yeonjun?”

She relaxed at your statement, slouching back into the couch. “A lot has changed y/n. He was a good friend to me when you weren’t here, that’s all.”

You nod understandingly, realizing that Yeonjun and yourself have a lot to talk about; maybe even more than you had hoped for now that Hyunjin reminded you of his existence with a mere text message.

Mia left soon after, wanting to give Yeonjun and yourself some privacy for when he got here, which wasn’t long after she left.

You opened the door for him, and he smiled at you. He was wearing a black beanie, an oversized black t-shirt, and those damned gray sweatpants of his that you love so much. Your heart did a thing at the sight and he quickly kissed your cheek before he rushed his way into your living room, trying to find a place to set down the coffee cups that were burning his fingertips at the touch.

“Careful.” You mumble as you watch him struggle. When he put the coffees down on your salon table, he quickly made his way to you again to properly kiss you this time.

He cupped your face, pulling you into him as he started to steal chaste kisses from your lips. You giggled into the kisses as you tried to untangle yourself from him, slapping his chest playfully to shoo him away.

He let go with a smile, taking your hand to lead you to your couch. You could tell by his whole body language and the way he skipped through your apartment that he was happier than ever.

You hoped you wouldn’t ruin that happiness by telling him about Hyunjin, but it shouldn’t matter because he didn’t matter. You only wanted to tell him just so you weren’t keeping any secrets anymore; cause god knows how that went the last time.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks you as he hands you your coffee. You happily take it from him and keep your eyes on him as you take a sip. “Fine, it was weird being in my own bed again, I missed it though.”

“Yeah? Anything else you missed?” his gaze was piercing into you as he took a sip of his Americano, fully aware that he was fishing for an ego boost.

“Theres this guy I kinda missed, I guess his name is Yeonjun.” You shrug as you take another sip; your flirty playfulness is one of the things that he loved about you, it kept things spicy.

“Oh him? He wanted me to tell you that he kinda missed you too,” he says with an amused glimmer in his eyes.

You chuckle. “Good.”

Suddenly the two of you fell quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward quietness; it was more of a realization that your endless flirting had to turn into somewhat of a serious conversation.

“Yeonjun…”

“Hmm?” his eyes softened at the way you called his name, he set his coffee aside turning to you completely to show you that he was listening attentively.

You sigh, not knowing what else to say other than the following. “I love you and I want to be with you.”

His eyes grow in size, a little shook by your directness but he composed himself as he fixed his posture quickly. “Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming?”

“I mean it, but I need to be honest with you too,”

“About what?”

“While I was at Brown, I kind of…flirted off and on with one of my lab partners and well…I slept with him…once. I swear it was only once and I-” he cut you off by raising his hand so you’d stop your nervous rambling and sighed. He knew exactly who you were talking about, because he had seen that motherfucker all over Instagram and had honestly seen this confession coming from miles away.

He was glad you told him though, cause he'd feel worse if you tried to hide it from him.

Though you didn’t post about him, Hyunjin did post about you, and basically tagged you in all of his Insta stories or group pictures. Yeonjun shamelessly cyberstalked the guy. It wasn’t one of his proudest moments, but he had to just to stay sane.

“Baby, we were broken up. You don’t have to justify what you did or didn’t do at that time. It’s not like I expected you to turn into a nun.”

You raise your brows in surprise at his mature response. “You’re not mad?”

“No. As long as it’s over with.”

“It is, I promise.”

“Good,” he sucked his teeth as he watched you. “Also, it’s not like anyone can fuck you as well as I can,” he states with a devious smirk as he pulled you close, making you gulp in response to his choice of words.

He chuckles at how easily intimidated you were by him and takes the opportunity to tease you.

“Did he?”

“N-no.” you stutter, innocently staring up at him. “He didn’t”

“Good girl.” He says, biting his lip while letting his thumb ghost over your lower lip.

His choice of words made your stomach turn but you knew better than to let lust get the best of you once again.

“Yeonjun…” you breathe his name like a warning, trying to avert the tension. “We…we need to talk.”

“We can talk.” He shrugs, pulling your legs towards him aggressively so you’d slide down. Your back was now on the couch as he parted your legs, settling himself in between them before hovering over you to kiss over the bruises he left last night. “After I give you a little reminder.” He smiles against your skin, pulling your shirt over your bra so he could kiss a trail down to your belly button.

“God I missed you,” he says digging his nails into your waist. "So fucking much."

(Warning: heavy smut ahead!)

Your mind goes into overdrive as he unties the tie to your sweatpants, and as he does so you stare at the outline that had formed in his own.

He didn’t waste any time, pulling down the waistband of your joggers with one swift motion while you helped him by lifting your hips off the couch.

He discarded of your clothes faster than your mind could comprehend but then you noticed that he was fully clothed, when the only thing you were wearing by now were your panties.

You pouted, pulling at his waistband but he grabbed your wrist, pinning your hands above your head so he could look at you, beautiful, bare, and all his.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His lips found their way to the sensitive nub of your breast as he eagerly licked and sucked on it while his fingers found their way onto your still clothed heat.

He rubbed his middle and index finger over your clit, making you moan at the sudden stimulation.

He pulled away, making his way down to your core as he littered your inner thigh with more and more hickeys.

You were eagerly moving your hips by now, trying to get him to kiss you where you wanted him most, but he was taking his sweet time and you were losing your patience.

“Y-Yeonjun…” you moan his name. He finally rewards you by pulling your panties aside. Licking his lips at your glistening arousal, ready to feast on you as if it was the last meal he’d ever have.

“Fuck.” He says with admiration to no one in particular, placing a soft kiss on your pussy before he started to slowly kitten-lick your sensitive nub. He lowly hummed in approval at the taste of you and fastened his pace slowly.

You gasped, arching your back to give him better access as he started to eat you out like you’ve never experienced in your life.

His skill was baffling, he had your brain melting and legs shaking while he struggled to keep you still.

“Ah…” you arch your back once more, trying to get away from the overstimulation but he held you down with his strong arms.

“Who are you running from baby, stay still.” He ordered with a low voice before getting back to business, and with ten more seconds, he had you cumming in his mouth as the vibration of his low hums drove you over the edge. You cover your own mouth to muffle your loud cries, but he pulled your hands away from your face, wanting to hear you fall apart for him.

“That’s it baby.” he mused in approval, finishing you off with one last lick before he came back up to assess your fucked out state. “So fucking good for me.”

Your chest was heaving up and down rapidly as you were trying to catch your breath. Once again you lost to the charms of Choi Yeonjun, but he was nowhere near done with you.

He quickly got rid of his own clothes and pumped himself a few times while looking straight into your eyes.

This man is a god, and he knew it.

His mischief returned when he realized you were watching him. “I think I got you wet enough, right baby?”

You almost forgot about his grit, your mouth salivating at the sight. Any slick you could build with him was a gift, because the last thing you wanted was for him to start a fire down there, cause that’s just how big he was.

You sit up which surprised him, but when you spit in your hand and pumped him a few times to slick him up some more he chuckled lowly as he realized what you were doing. He moaned in the form of a sharp exhale as your pace fastened, but he didn’t let you take control just yet.

“Scared?” he teased, keeping his eyes on you as you twisted your wrist a little more.

“No.” you huff.

“Then turn around.”

You comply without a thought. You were both sitting up on your knees while your back leaned against his chest. You threw your head back and he kissed your forehead sweetly. guiding himself into you while his other hand held onto your waist to stabilize you against him.

You curse at the stretch, digging your nails into his thighs for leverage as he fills you up.

You both moan as your walls clenched around him. His arms snaked around you from behind as he took a hold of your neck, pinching down on the veins on each side of your throat as he slammed his hips into you continuously with long and deep strokes.

The choking sensation made everything so much more intense, especially when the fingers of his other hand started to rub circles on your still abused clit.

Your eyes rolled back as your vision got blurry, tears prickling your eyes at how good you were being wrecked right now.

He let go of your neck, putting his hand on the small of your back to push you down on the couch so your ass was up, and your face was down.

He started to pound into you mercilessly, his rhythm and pace perfectly alternating as he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “You’re mine,” he grunted as he felt himself getting closer and closer by the physical stimulation of your tightness and the mental stimulation of your moans and mewls.

It didn’t take long before you both reached your highs as he was prone boning you into heaven.

Your orgasm washes over you, and right after you came, he reached his own high.

He pulled out right before he busted, releasing himself onto your back with a loud growl.

Your eyes flutter closed; way too fucked out to function as you catch your breath. You feel his weight move off of you to grab one of the napkins on your side table that came with the coffees, and wiped his cum off of you with a cocky smile on his face.

You built up the energy to look back at him, and when your eyes meet all you can do is giggle with him at how ridiculous you two are.

“So…I guess now we can talk,” he says with a smirk.

- end of smut -

Once you fully recovered from having your back blown out…quite literally. You came out of your bedroom after a quick change of clothes.

You walk into your living room while you pull a clean shirt over your head.

Yeonjun was still on your couch, watching you with a big boyish smile on his face as his gaze followed you.

“All good?” he asks, opening his arms for you. You nod in response, excitedly making your way into his arms. He moved you on top of him so you were on his lap and kissed your cheek sweetly.

“Where do we even start.” You think out loud as you start playing with Yeonjun’s hair. He threw his head back in solace, letting you massage his scalp softly.

You chuckle at his reaction, stopping your actions which made him lift his head up immediately, giving you a kittenish angry face. “Why’d you stop.”

“Because it’s been an hour since you got here and all we do is dance around the subject,” you say as you move off of him. You turn sideways, leaning against the armrest of your couch while you drape your legs over his lap and sigh.

After deciding that Yeonjun would go first, he told you everything. From the progress he has made with his therapist to the baffling information of his mother selling Choi Enterprises and moving closer to the Uni for him. He told you about their relationship and his interest in the fashion industry. He’s been spending time with his friends in the dance studio again after years of neglecting his hobby and his grades are improving drastically compared to last year too.

He’s been doing well both mentally and socially. Even though he still has his bad days, he’s a lot happier than he was before. You listened attentively asking questions and making sure you understood every detail to your best ability.

When it was your turn to start talking, you realize just how sadistic your exchange was now that you’re explaining the details out loud. You told him about the crazy schedules, spending days from 8 am to 10 pm in the lab, neglecting your health just to forget about your heartache. You were being brutally honest, and you saw Yeonjun’s jaw clench at the revelation.

If he knew you were having such a hard time, he would’ve contacted you more, but you explained to him how the experience made you stronger, harder and less of a cry baby.

You spoke about your new gained independence and soon realized that, where Yeonjun needed emotional cradling, you needed to be hit with the real world without the safety net that your friends and parents always provided for you.

The two of you had been talking for over two hours, and finally came to the inevitable question.

“So…what does that make us.” You sigh as you played with his fingers.

“Really, the ‘what are we’ question?” he chuckled, watching you play with the ring on his index finger.

“Well. Do you have an answer?” you mumble, letting go of his hand.

“I’m yours,” he says, putting his hand on your thigh while his other hand tugged on your chin to make you look up at him.

Your eyes grew in size, swallowing harshly when his fingers moved from your chin to caress your cheek. “And I don’t want to take things slow anymore, I love you too much to relive the dating phase."

“Me too,” you agree with determination. He smirked contently, leaning into you to feverishly kiss you on the lips.

“You know what that was?” He asks as he pulls away with his face still in close proximity.

“What?” you question with a giggle.

“Our first kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

You slap his chest, bursting into laughter at his cheesiness. The sound of your laughs and giggles filled the room as he started to kiss you all over your face and neck, leaving you breathless and ticklish at his touch

“I love you, Choi Yeonjun, but I think you have an important basketball game to get to.”

Of course they won.

Yeonjun made the winning point which meant he had something to brag about all night.

You were at a local diner with all of the boys, their teammates, and respective girlfriends or boyfriends. Drinking, talking, and overall having a good time.

When Mia, Ryujin, Soobin, Taehyun, Beomgyu and Hueningkai heard the news about your new relationship status, they basically congratulated you as if you announced that you were getting married.

The whole thing was just way too funny, and Yeonjun dragged you around all night to introduce you to everyone.

The freshman on the team were so confused when Yeonjun introduced you as his girlfriend because they had never heard of or seen you before.

“Hyung, Imma be honest with you, I kinda thought you were gay.” Sunghoon admits as he apologetically scratched the back of his head.

“…S-same” Heesung states, looking at you both with apologetic eyes as well.

Yeonjun looked at them a little funny as he burst into laughter, pulling you closer to him. “Why?”

“Because well, we haven’t seen you with a girl all year, and with the way you look, I don’t know. 1+1 was gay I guess.” Jay, another freshman explained their point of view a little further, which had you cackling at the situation.

“Oh my god, so you little shits were the ones spreading rumors about me and Wooyoung!?”

“N-no! NO!” The kids protested, but Yeonjun was already playfully grabbing them by their collars to scold them.

You laughed at the whole ordeal, love emitting from your eyes as you watched Yeonjun be in his popular guy element again.

You zoned out for a bit, absentmindedly listening to how Beomgyu and Hueningkai were telling a story about that one time they took Yeonjun’s car for a joyride in the middle of the night without his permission.

Yeonjun noticed your mental absence, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, softly kissing your temple.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, sentiment getting the better of you. This is the most complete you’ve felt in a while.

You kissed him with fervor, your hands lacing through his dark locks before you pulled away to place a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m just really happy right now,” you say as you smile at each other lovingly.

1 year later.

Graduation was around the corner.

It was insane how fast time flew. You celebrated your first-year anniversary with Yeonjun the night before and were now laying in his bed the next morning, slowly waking up just to feel the soreness of what he did to you last night.

You groaned in agony at the bright light, even after all this time; you still weren’t a morning person.

You noticed how Yeonjun was missing from the bed, so you got up to look for him. Putting on his large shirt to cover yourself as you made your way to the boys’ living room.

Soobin was on the couch with Taehyun and Hueningkai looking you up and down with disapproval.

“Jesus. Did you get hit by a truck in there?” Taehyun asks as he clicked his tongue.

“Shut up smart-ass. Where’s Yeonjun?”

Taehyun chuckled, being completely used to your grumpiness in the morning by now. If Yeonjun wasn’t staying at your place, you were staying at theirs; so they were more accustomed to having you around like this.

“He said he had to run a quick errand; he’ll be back soon,” Soobin replies with light amusement in his eyes at how roughed up you looked.

“Hey, next time…be a little more quiet.” Beomgyu tells you as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“My room is next to Yeonjun’s you know.”

“Oh shut up hyung, I hear you and Ryujin almost every night,” Hueningkai says rolling his eyes, which made you crack your first smile of the day.

“Oh nooo, not my pure baby Hueningie” Soobin pouted as he trapped Kai in between his legs for a hug.

“Hyung, you’re gonna have to let go soon. Literally. When you guys graduate you don’t get to live here and baby me anymore.” Hueningkai protests as he tries to push Soobin off of him.

Soobin pouted, making you immediately feel bad for him.

When Yeonjun and Soobin would move out, Jay and Heesung would move in, which meant that Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai had to hold down the fort as seniors for one more year until they graduated, and the thought alone made Soobin feel uneasy.

Soobin and Mia were officially moving in together after graduation. They had planned their whole futures together and both had job offers in the city from their internships.

“I’ll still come over…every…weekend. You know, just to make sure.”

You drift off into thought, realizing how Yeonjun and yourself have been living your lives in the moment without concrete plans for the future together.

Since your apartment was off-campus you still got to live there after graduation. You had gotten an amazing job offer because of your research at Brown, which had major corporations battle it out with outrageous contracts, salaries, and promises to your favor so your options were most definitely open.

Your future looked bright, as did Yeonjun’s who’d be working as a Creative Director for his mothers’ luxury brand...but how did you two miss the mark on planning a future together?

Were you that caught up in your own world to realize that adult decisions had to be made soon?

Yeonjun walked in, interrupting your thoughts. “Oh, hey guys.”

He set his keys on the kitchen counter, giving you a funny look. “I texted you to get ready.”

“Oh..shit, I didn’t check my phone, Sorry. Give me 20 minutes.”

You didn’t question why he wanted you to get ready, he’d probably take you out for breakfast or some shit, so you weren’t suspecting anything, but Yeonjun could sense that something was off about you.

During the car ride to your unknown destination, he looked at you as you stared out of the window. You were lost in deep thought about the whole graduation thing and didn’t even notice how the houses on the streets were starting to get ridiculously big as you drove further and further into a random neighborhood

He grabbed your hand, kissing the inside of your palm while rubbing those comforting circles into your skin.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, trying to look at the road while also looking at you from time to time.

“I’m just…worried about life after graduation. I don’t like change.”

Yeonjun raised his brows in surprise, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he turned the corner into a brand-new built street filled with massive villas.

The neighborhood looked peaceful, not too flashy and private. Maybe even a little too perfect to be real.

He pulled up to a random house, parking his car on the driveway. The confusion was evident on your face as he opened the door for you, reaching out to take your hand.

He helped you out of the car and you give him a look, chuckling at his awkwardness. “Uh…are we here to see someone?”

He sighed, back hugging you and leaning his head on your shoulder as the both of you looked up at the house.

“What do you think of this place?”

“It’s…beautiful. But I don’t really get why we’re here.” You giggle as you feel him kiss your neck and you turn around to face him, trying to find answers in his eyes.

“If you want…we can stay here.” He bit his lip nervously. “You know, after graduation.”

“W-what? I’m confused. Like Till The End of Summer?”

He shook his head, laughing once again while snaking his arms around your waist at your innocence and obliviousness. “You’re so cute,” he muses, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket and suddenly realization hit you as pure shock takes over your features.

He bought the fucking house.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your shocked Pikachu face. He had been planning this behind your back for so long and it was incredibly hard to keep this a secret, especially since literally everyone knew about it but you.

You didn’t know what to do or say, completely frozen and shocked as you look at the house with big watery eyes.

He pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss, giving you the keys to the front door with a big smile.

“Till the End of Our Lives.”

Bonus Chapter 15

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