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MIGRATION | bang chan first date series. strangers to lovers.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader word count: 5.5k genre: fluff, romance, falling in love at first sight summary: you've never been lucky when it comes to dating, but a blind date with chan just might turn that around

author’s note: hello and welcome to my first date series!! i seriously had so much fun writing this and i’m so excited to continue with the other members. i hope you all enjoy! if you liked it, please remember that any and all feedback is appreciated!! happy reading <3

“So…I know a guy.”

You groan, throwing your head back against the cushion of the booth you’re currently shoved into. Changbin drops his fork to gesture at you with his hand, a look of exasperation on his face.

“Come on, I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“The problem is that you’ve said anything at all.” You say, glaring at him as you reach for your drink.

Changbin, as much as you love him, is notorious for being the worst wing man in the history of wing men. His most recent pick, Jooyoung, was a friend of his from high school. A freelance writer, the owner of a snazzy apartment in one of the more sophisticated districts of Seoul, and conveniently single. They’d recently reconnected after a mutual friend threw a party that they both went to, and he was ecstatic to try and set the two of you up.

You’d been reluctant, rightfully so, but Changbin is anything but a quitter and you also just so happen to be the world’s biggest pushover (his pout is just too good, okay?), so you’d agreed on the off chance that it just might work out.

Long story short, it didn’t.

Jooyoung was probably the biggest asshole you’d ever been on a date with. Not that you were surprised, though. Changbin’s circle of friends when he was younger mainly consisted of grade-A douchebags who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. Perks of being born into a wealthy family and attending one of the most elite private schools in the country, apparently. Changbin had attended a university on the outskirts of Seoul for a reason. Lesser known, laid back—to study music of all things—and the sole reason for his father’s headache, as he’d put it. That’s where he met you.

“Okay, but I think this guy might be the one.” He makes air quotes around the two words, and you scoff as you cross your arms.

“And what would you know about that?”

“Um, a lot? You’re my best friend, I know exactly what you’re looking for.”

This is the part where things go south—or so you assume. Changbin puts on the puppy eyes, jutting his bottom lip out to hell as he stares at you from across the table. You glare at him dead on, unwavering. He won’t get you this time. Not over your dead body.

“At least let me tell you about him?”

“No.”

“I met him at the company. He makes music just like me, only slightly better. And you know how I am, I don’t just say that stuff. That means he’s really good.”

Choosing to ignore him, you go back to poking at your noodles.

“He’s from Australia. Born here, moved there when he was young, then moved back to pursue music. Kinda ballsy if you ask me. But he speaks English, so at least communication won’t be as much of an issue as other guys.”

A small crack in your composure. The idea of this guy growing up somewhere other than Korea is…pretty intriguing.

Despite moving here three years ago for school, it’s still kind of hard to communicate when your Korean could be more polished than it is. You’d basically kept to yourself for the first year until you met Changbin. He’d easily integrated you into his group of other music majors, even though you stuck out like a sore thumb as both a foreigner and a stem major. But if it weren’t for him, you think that you might’ve hauled ass back home a long time ago due to the isolation. So to be introduced to someone who can speak english, under the prospect of possibly dating them, sparks a bit more interest.

Changbin notices the slight twitch of your brow and smirks, one side of his mouth pulling downwards. Bastard.

“Hmm, what else? Oh! Dude’s got a killer set of dimples. You’re into that, aren’t you? You used to go on and on about that younger guy in your physics class during senior year. What was his name—Jeongsuk? Jeong—Jinyoung? Jeongin! It was Jeongin.” Changbin snaps his fingers like he’s impressed with his own memory, pointing at you as you fix him with a blank stare. “He has dimplessss.” He sing-songs for emphasis.

And, really, this should not be the breaking point. You’re better than this. You’re not so shallow that you would throw away your pride for a man you’ve never met—let alone never seen before—all because he has dimples.

But, once again, you’re a pushover. A big one. So yeah, fuck it.

“What’s his name?”

Changbin blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to fall for it. “Seriously? That’s what got you?”

“You have five seconds to tell me his name before I change my mind.”

He scoffs, mouth agape. “I went as far as disregarding my own talents to play up this guy and his music making abilities—”

“Five.”

“—tried to give you a little bit of a backstory, too—”

“Four.”

“—and the dimples are the final nail in the coffin?”

“Three.”

“Chan! His name is Chan. God. Just—stop counting. It freaks me out.”

Chan. You throw the name around in your brain for a bit, pointedly ignoring the way Changbin is whining about how you sound like his mother when you do the whole number thing. It’s kind of…cute. Not enough to conjure up an idea of what he might look like, but putting a name to a faceless stranger with dimples in your head is gonna have to do for now.

“You swear this guy is normal?”

Changbin rolls his eyes. “Define normal.”

“Okay, let me rephrase myself,” you push your plate forward, laying your forearms on the table as an indicator that you’re serious, “Is he an asshole?”

“No.”

“Hm. Okay. So that’s a maybe.”

“What the fuck? I just said no.”

“Yeah? You also set me up with Jooyoung, remember? The guy who literally started flirting with the waitress right in front of me five minutes into our date? And then proceeded to yell at her when his fries weren’t salted?”

“How was I supposed to know…” Changbin mumbles, looking off to the side guiltily.

“Nevermind. Just—if this goes bad, I’m blaming you. And then I’m never going on a blind date with one of your friends again. Matter of fact, I’m never going on a date again, period. Deal?”

Changbin grins, the apples of his cheeks shiny under the restaurant lighting. He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you take it hesitantly, grimacing when he uses his strength to jostle your arm like a ragdoll.

“Deal.”

🎥🍿

Any hope you had for the date going smoothly starts to dwindle once Chan texts you the day of.

You’d gotten his number from Changbin, who had so kindly already given Chan your number before he’d even broached the subject with you. The resulting lecture about privacy and consent may or may not have extended the rest of your time at the restaurant, a sheepish Changbin rubbing at the back of his neck while you berated him for his lack of common sense.

When your phone buzzes on your bathroom counter, Chan’s name flashing across the screen, you mistakenly think that he might be messaging because he’s early. Which, given the fact that you were standing in nothing but a towel, hair still wet from your shower and face covered in moisturizer you hadn’t rubbed into your skin yet, would be less than ideal.

Chan [12:32p.m.]

Hey! I’m really sorry to have to do this, but can we push the date back an hour?

Something came up at the studio

I tried to get out of it but I have a deadline to meet, client probably won’t be too happy of their track isn’t done on time

Great. Already off to a rough start.

In his defense though, you appreciate the fact that he’s messaged a whopping two hours in advance. Most people probably wouldn’t be bothered to allow that much of a grace period.

You [2:33p.m.]

no worries!!!

you didn’t buy the tickets yet, did you?

Chan [2:34p.m.]

Nope! So we should be fine

I’ll purchase them for 6 and then be there to scoop you up around 5:30 if that’s cool?

You [2:36p.m.]

sounds perfect

hope stuff goes well at the studio!!

Chan [2:40p.m.]

You’re sweet

Thank you, I’ll see you soon :)

You’re sweet. You stare at the words on the screen, your brain buffering for a moment. A big fat loading circle floating above your head.

Suddenly it’s way too hot in the bathroom. You blame the fact that you shower with the water cranked all the way up to boiling, because really there’s no other explanation for the warmth spreading throughout your cheeks.

To be fair, it’s been almost a year now since you’ve had any sort of positive interaction with another male. On one hand, your last relationship ended in a ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ ordeal that most definitely gave the impression that it was you. On the other hand, most of the dates you’ve been on have ruined themselves within the first five minutes, never really giving you the chance to feel any sort of connection. Cocky attitudes, overly pushy encounters, and even someone who walked into the cafe you were seated at, took one look at you, and walked right back out. That one still hurts.

It’s a little sad that Chan is the only guy out of the mix whose elicited any sort of reaction out of you. Especially since you haven’t even met him yet.

The extra hour that you have to compensate for flies by a lot quicker than you expect, and before you know it Chan is messaging that he’s five minutes away.

You take one last glance in the mirror: a pair of light wash jeans that sit right above your hips, black halter top bodysuit, and a thin cream colored cardigan to tie it all together. Simple and cute. A movie date doesn’t really call for all the dramatics, and you’d hate to overdress for a first impression.

You’re in the middle of reapplying your chapstick when the doorbell rings.

Take it easy, you say to yourself, inhaling deeply as you reach for the door handle. You let the air out with one final huff, swinging the door open only to be met by a bouquet of daisies directly in front of your face.

You blink in surprise. Well that’s a first. Before you get a chance to speak, the bouquet is being lowered, and the moment Chan’s face comes into view causes a small gasp to fall from your lips.

He’s…cute. Beautiful, even. A bright smile, dimples that tuck themselves into his laugh lines as his eyes disappear into crescents much like the moon, and lips that make your head spin when his tongue darts out to wet them nervously. His hair falls messily across his forehead in a faded hue of purple with hints of brown, definitely unconventional and an obvious result of one too many washes, but he makes it work. He makes it work well.

He clears his throat, brings a fist up to his mouth to emphasize it, and then grins. “Hi there.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up. Even his voice is attractive. He’s using english, which leads you to assume that Changbin has already told him that you’re not from here. His accent is there, not too noticeable but also strong enough to be picked up on.

“Hey.” You smile, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“These are for you. I, uh, as an apology for being late. Is it too much?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! No, these are—they’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you…Chan.” His name rolls off your tongue hesitantly, but it all disappears as soon as he flashes that smile again.

“Good, I’m glad,” his voice catches the breathy end of the laugh he lets out, “This is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I don’t really do well with this kind of stuff. But you look really nice, and I’m excited. My car is parked just out front if you’re ready to go.”

Honest. Awkward. A laugh that makes you want to hear it over and over again. You were sold the minute his eyes met yours. Chan offers his elbow for you to take like you’re in some cheesy romance movie from your childhood.

Yeah. This one is definitely gonna go well.

🎥🍿

Chan might not show it, but he’s just as nervous as you are.

You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance that he spent an entire forty-five minutes deciding on an outfit, only to settle with some jeans and a white shirt, a jacket thrown on top for some color.

When Changbin first proposed the idea of going on a date with you, he was adamant that he wasn’t looking for anything right now. But as soon as you opened the door, eyes wide and looking like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he’s glad he said yes.

“So what movie are we seeing?” you ask, frowning when Chan laughs. “What? What’s funny?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiles, rushing forward to hold the door of the car open for you. When he puts his hand against the top part to block your head, you have to suppress the smattering of butterfly wings that start to clamor against your ribcage.

Chan is sweet. He double checks that you’re buckled in before driving off, he asks if there’s any specific music you want to listen to before foregoing it all entirely to ask about you instead, he listens with an attentiveness that has you feeling seen and heard, and he smiles with such genuinity and warmth that you feel cold once it disappears. You stare at him in awe, like he’s a figment of your imagination.

Chan’s been staring back, too. He spares glances in your direction when you’re not looking, feels the steady thump of his heart gradually increase whenever you lean a little too far to the left when he makes you laugh, and he thinks your voice is prettier than anything that’s ever played on the radio.

You learn more about him as he drives. He moved back from Australia when he was seventeen, he’s got two younger siblings and an adorable puppy named Berry back home (and pictures on his dashboard to prove it), he prefers Australia’s summers over Seoul’s winters but he finds more inspiration here in the city than anywhere else. You resonate with the fact that he doesn’t really have anyone here besides a small circle of friends. No family, no one to fall back on when things get tough.

Chan talks like he’s an old friend, like he’s re-telling a story you’ve heard a thousand times. He makes it easy to fall into step with him as if you’ve been here all along.

By the time the two of you get to the movie theater, the initial awkwardness that had hung in the air is gone, replaced by comfort and ease. Chan throws the car in park and all but books it out of his seat to open your door for you, and you giggle when he makes a dramatic bow as you exit.

The theater is kind of busy for a Thursday night. There are families with their kids lined up to get tickets and groups of teenagers at the concessions, all of which make for a crowded lobby. Chan glances down when you place a hand on his arm, mostly because you want to stay close, but also because it’s hard to ignore the feeling of being magnetized towards him. He smiles, bending at the elbow to allow your arm to slip into his.

There are cardboard cutouts along the sides of the lobby, all of which serve to promote the newest animated release about a family of ducks. You squint at the showtimes once the two of you make it to the front of the counter, letting your eyes scan the movie titles until you finally land on—

“Two tickets for Migration, under Bang Chan.”

The girl behind the counter looks up, her eyes bored. She can’t be any older than sixteen, most likely resentful about the fact that she’s stuck here on a school night. “The kids movie?” She asks, unimpressed.

Chan braves a glance in your direction and—ah, there goes that grin again. Cue the butterflies. You’d agree to a three hour long showing of static and white noise if it meant he’d never stop doing that.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

Tickets in hand, a smiling Chan right next to you, and a massive line for popcorn that honestly might have the two of you late for the previews. “We’re seeing a kids movie?” You ask, moving up a spot in the line.

“Mmhm. I spent so long looking at all the options. The romcoms seemed boring, Bin mentioned that the newest superhero movie was bad, and I figured a scary one was too cliché,” he eyes you sidelong, “Unless you’re into that.”

You huff out a laugh, not really expecting him to be so straightforward, “I definitely am not.”

“Hm, so the old yawn to put my arm around you trick won’t work?” His eyes are playful, but something about the idea of being in even more contact with him has your stomach doing flips.

“Nope. Sorry. Seen that one before.” You say, making him laugh, his earring dangling when he drops his chin towards his chest.

“I guess I’ll have to figure out something else then.”

Another thing you learn about Chan is that he enjoys interesting food combinations.

“You like peanut m&ms?” he asks, throwing a bag of them onto the counter when you nod your head. After he pays, he pockets his wallet and turns to you with a bucket of popcorn tucked under his arm and a large drink with two straws in his hand. “Could you grab the candy?”

First door, theater one. There are a bunch of parents and their kids entering ahead of you, all of them buzzing with excitement. It’s a little funny, the fact that two grown adults—no kid in tow—are walking into the showing of a kids movie.

Chan leads you to the very back row. “For the kids, just in case they can’t see over us.” He quickly clarifies after noticing the way your eyebrows shoot up in silent question, but even in the dim lighting you can still see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Taking me to a kids movie and then propositioning me in the presence of five year olds? You’ve got some nerve.” You say, timing it perfectly as Chan is leaning forward to take a sip of the drink that’s placed in the cupholder between the two of you. He sputters around the straw in surprise, coughing into his fist.

“That’s not—” You laugh, cutting him off as he stares at you with red eyes from his coughing fit. The mood shifts after that, and Chan visibly relaxes into his seat as he starts throwing jokes out a lot easier than before.

“Learned this from my dad,” he says, opening the bag of m&ms, “It’s my favorite thing to do at the movies. Haven’t been in a while because—well, I don’t really have anyone to go with.”

You watch as he dumps the candy into the popcorn bucket, shaking it to mix everything together. He reaches in to grab a piece of popcorn and an m&m at the same time, popping it into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he sighs, slumping into his seat, “Forgot how good that is.”

When you don’t respond, he looks over. “You okay?”

Are you? You’re not sure. Every bone in your body is screaming bloody murder because Chan is making it really hard to not want to lean over and kiss the concerned frown off of his stupidly pretty face.

The thing about it is that you don’t do blind dates. And you most especially don’t enjoy them. But Chan is different. Chan holds doors open for you and makes corny jokes. Chan laughs at everything like it’s his last day on earth and he’s making up for lost time. Chan listens when you talk and responds with genuine interest. Chan compliments the little girl in the theater lobby who’s wearing a princess dress to watch the new superhero movie. Chan shares something as special as his dad’s favorite movie snack with you. Chan is just…Chan. And you like him. A lot.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just—thank you. For sharing that with me.” You say, the corners of your mouth lifting.

“Stop doing that.” He mumbles, eyes trained ahead.

“Doing what?”

“Smiling. It makes my head spin.”

Your heart slams against your chest. You’ve spent the entire date trying to make sense of the way Chan makes you feel, trying to put it all into words. Yet here he is, right in front of you, saying his thoughts as they come and absolutely ruining your resolve in the process. Like it’s easy for him.

There’s no time to answer when the lights go down, the screen up front widening to signal the start of the movie.

Just like any other kids movie, it’s easy to get caught up in all the surface level jokes while also understanding the themes. You and Chan laugh outwardly at some parts, hold your breath at the suspenseful ones. It’s almost like you’re a kid again, enjoying yourself fully for the first time in a really, really long while.

Chan was right, the popcorn and m&m combination is good. You reach back into the bucket for more, freezing when Chan does the same and his knuckles brush yours in the slightest of touches, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. It happens a few more times, each one leaving his hand lingering for far longer than the last, until eventually he makes a show of digging really hard for an m&m and hooks his pinky with yours in between the popcorn. It’s cheesy and cliché but god does it make your stomach do somersaults.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, when it’s clear that neither one of you are willing to take it the next step further, you lean into his ear.

“You okay? You look kind of tired.”

Chan turns, confused. He’s certain that he wasn’t dozing off. He did have a late night last night. He was up working on the track that still somehow managed to hold him back today, hoping to have everything polished so that he didn’t run into any obstacles before your date. But that didn’t really work out in the end.

“Huh? No, I’m fine. Honest.”

“You sure?” you ask, a slight lift to your voice, “I don’t know, you looked like you were about to yawn.”

The light from the movie hits the left side of his face, illuminating all of his features in a way that makes your breath hitch. He’s pretty. So, so pretty.

Chan blinks, slow, and then his confusion slowly turns to one of understanding. Cue the grin.

“You know, now that I’m thinking about it…I am kind of tired.” He makes a show of fake yawning, stretches his arms above his head (and not blocking any children since you’re in the back row, thankfully), before bringing his right arm down and around your shoulders.

You spend the rest of the movie like that, tucked into Chan’s side while his fingers move gently against your shoulder. He’s unbelievably warm, and eventually you find your head resting in the spot just between his shoulder and his neck, his cheek pushed up against the side of your head. The position makes it easier to reach up and pat his eyes dry at the end, a single tear slipping out as he sniffled and mumbles a ‘M’not crying’ that has you giggling and doting all over him.

He doesn’t move his arm for the entire walk back to the car, and you momentarily mourn the loss when he opens the door for you (again!) so you can climb in. When he finally gets in on the other side, he says nothing, just reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours and places your joined hands on the center console like it’s something you’ve done a thousand times.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, looking over at you.

You glance down at your hands, then back up at him. “Is it weird if I say no?”

“Not at all,” Chan grins, throwing the car into drive, “I was hoping you would say that.”

🎥🍿

“For you.”

Chan plops down on the bench, a hand outstretched with a steaming hot chocolate ready for you to take.

“Thanks,” you smile, cradling the cup between your hands.

After some deliberation, you and Chan had decided to come to the Han River. It’s quiet, the bridge lights reflecting off the water as the sounds of the city fade into the background. The temperature is slightly on the colder side, the tail end of winter just barely there. When he notices the slight shiver of your shoulders after a particularly strong gust of wind, Chan shucks his jacket off in a heartbeat to drape over you.

“Oh, you don’t—”

“You’re cold,” he scolds, pulling at the collar of the jacket to tighten it around you. His hand lingers near the base of your neck, fingers itching to reach out and touch. He doesn’t though, just smiles and settles back into the bench. “Plus I think Changbin might actually kill me if something were to happen to you.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Ignore him. I’m not a baby.”

Chan takes a sip of his own hot chocolate, licks his lips to catch the excess. Not that you’re staring. “I’m serious. I mean, I get it. He told me that you’re here alone and stuff.”

You hum in understanding, turning your head to stare out at the water. “So are you.”

It’s Chan’s turn to look at you now, his elbows resting against his knees, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as his face turns unreadable.

The silence stretches thin, nothing but the sound of cars passing and a dog barking nearby. It’s kind of comforting in a way. Being on your own in a new place has been one of the hardest transitions you’ve ever had to deal with. There were times where it felt like a mistake, where you wished that you’d never even gotten on the plane. But then there were times where you felt lucky to be experiencing the things you are; to be able to try new things and pursue a life for yourself that you never thought possible.

“How’d you do it?” you ask quietly, turning to meet Chan’s gaze. “I mean, you were young. Seventeen is basically still a kid. Being alone in a place like this is scary as an adult, I can’t even imagine what that was like.”

Chan smiles, but it’s sad. His eyes twinkle with something like resentment, the lights from the bridge making it look like he’s glowing. A flame that’ll never burn out. “Would you believe me if I said I’m still figuring it out?” The end of it comes out as a laugh, but you can tell he means it.

“I don’t know, being a big shot music producer with deadlines and clients seems pretty figured out to me.”

Chan nods and stares at the cup in his hands. “My parents hated it. Still do, I think.” You don’t say anything. Chan is grateful for that; grateful for the space you’re giving him to explain. “They wanted more for me I guess. But I’m not sure that more would’ve necessarily been what I wanted, you know? I’m content with where I am now. I’m doing something I love, even if it took a while to get here. They don’t see it.” He chews his lip nervously, fingers playing with the soggy material of the paper cup’s rim.

Chan doesn’t know why he’s saying any of this. He’s not the type to completely bare himself out to anyone, to scoop away at his insides until there’s nothing left besides the hollowness he feels whenever he thinks about how he traded his life back home for a life of music. But you’re different somehow. Chan knew since the moment he saw you, felt it in the way your eyes lit up whenever he spoke and in the ease of how well the two of you got along. He was doomed from the start.

“I see it.” you say, your eyes still fixed on the water. “I might’ve only just met you today, but I see it. And I get it, too. Maybe not to the same extent, but the feeling of wanting to do something for yourself even if it meant losing something else. There’s purpose in that, in you. It’s okay to be selfish if it means you’re prioritizing your happiness.” You let the words settle for a bit, hoping that you don’t sound too shallow. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking back.

“You don’t know me enough to say that.”

“I don’t have to know you to believe in you, Chan.”

A beat of silence, and then he’s laughing, short and punctuated as he lets his head fall forward with a small shake.

“You’re…”

“What? Corny?” you supply, smiling over at him.

“No,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Perfect.”

You huff out an incredulous laugh, looking away to hide the blush that’s spreading across your cheeks. “You can’t just—god, now who’s corny? Huh?”

“I never said I wasn’t corny.” Chan argues, sitting up to face you fully.

“Yeah but you can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? I think you like it.”

Your mouth opens and closes quickly, lost for words. Chan’s closer now, a lot closer than he was before. One arm thrown across the back of the bench, loosely framing you in, he bends it at the elbow to bring a hand up and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” you mumble, your gaze flicking down to his lips and then back up again.

“You want me to stop then?” he asks, voice just above a whisper. You know what he’s implying the minute his fingers trace the shell of your ear, moving down slowly until they start playing with the collar of his jacket.

“Is it bad if I say no?”

Chan’s hand is warm to the touch, ice to fire. You lean into it. A moth to a flame, one that’ll never go out.

“Not at all,” he repeats, just like earlier, “I was hoping you would say that.”

A dog barking in the distance. Cars beeping as they pass by. A plane flying overhead. A group of friends laughing as they ride past on their bikes. The minute Chan’s lips connect with yours, everything fades, the sounds warbling together like static. Unintelligible; nothing besides the feeling of Chan kissing you matters.

It’s slow, nothing more than a press, but you feel it in every fiber of your being. Kissing Chan feels like the poles of the earth are colliding, meeting in the middle and sending its molten core spreading throughout your entire body. Warm, warm, warm. Chan is warm. He’s soft and gentle and his lashes tickle your cheeks when his eyes flutter closed halfway through because he was too busy etching your features into his memory.

You’re the first to pull away, admiring the way Chan’s eyes slowly peel open, lips swollen and pink. Unable to resist, you lean in and peck them once more, giggling when he blinks at you in shock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been as compelled to kiss someone as I was just now.” You smile.

“Me too,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t normally do dates anyways. At least not ones that don’t immediately go up in flames.”

“What about now?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow. “Have I changed your mind?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I kind of told Changbin that if this was a disaster I was never gonna go on a date again.”

Chan laughs and pulls you into his side, tucked right under his arm like the shape of him was molded in a way to make sure that you fit perfectly in his embrace.

“Is it bad if I say I like that idea?” He asks, glancing down at where your head is resting against his chest.

“Nope,” you say before leaning up to kiss him once more. He smiles into it when he feels your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, humming softly against your lips.

“Worst date ever, then?” he mumbles against your mouth.

“Yeah,” you sigh, pulling back to stare into his eyes, big and brown and brighter than the stars, “Worst date ever.”

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nonranghaes · 7 months

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chris keeps you secure and warm in his arms as the two of you go on a ghibli marathon. he snuggles in closer, lips pressing against the crook of your neck for the tiniest of pecks before he plans another one further up it--just behind your ear. he cuddles you again, eyelashes brushing against your skin as he lets out this blissful sigh.

"comfy?" you tease a little, and you feel him smile against your skin.

"mmhm," he wraps his arms around you a little tighter, leaning back into the couch even more. "you?"

you squirm just a little to readjust, and relax into him as you enjoy the warmth of his embrace. it becomes just more apparent how badly the two of you needed a cozy, happy movie night like this. "mhm. i'm perfect."

"i know," he giggles. he reaches toward where the blanket has slipped, and carefully readjusts it so that the two of you are nice and snug again. "it's okay if you fall asleep, by the way," he mumbles. "i've got you."

(he falls asleep first anyway. he always does, but you're never far behind when you listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest. maybe you'll pick the movies back up another day.)

#nonranghaes.thoughts #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x you #stray kids imagine #chris bang x reader #chris bang fluff #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #nonranghaes.skz #i missed the movie date w chris on bubble yesterday so take this instead </3 #i dont even care abt a romantic date w him i just wanna have a completely platonic date w him irl #where we just watch ghibli movies and casually talk sometimes bc i feel like he def talks during movies

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 6 months

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Just. Thinking thoughts.

Going on a date with *this* skz!pack Chan

And staring at him, and he’s like “what?”

“Oh, nothing. Just looks really yummy is all.”

“Oh the food? Yeah, looks incredible-!”

A little smirk, holding his eye contact. “No. Not the food, Christopher. You.”

And you know he’d go instantly pink, but then he’d give you that smile-you know the one-eyes crinkling, teeth on display, dimples out-and say, “eat your food baby. And then we’ll see about dessert.”

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kaystrids · 1 year

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Stray Kids when asked "Would you fuck a clone of yourself?"

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bangchanisinmymind · 10 months

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dating habits

pairing; bangchan x reader; fluff-suggestive

Hugs : we all know his opinion on hugs and I genuinely believe he would hug you with the tiniest chance he have. Like when you stay with him at the studio he'll just make you sit on his lap and wrap his arms around you while you both listen to the new melody he made through the speakers (not really loud the whole situation is soft now <3). Or when you're both home and you're cooking or looking through the window he'll definitely hug you from behind putting his chin on your shoulder and you slid your arm down to his.

Kisses : I firmly believe he would kiss your moles. Since he found out you have those tiny dots all over your body he kissed whichever was closer to him. When he lays his head on your shoulder he kisses the one on your collarbones, when he kisses your lips he never misses the one on your chin, while he's going down on you he kisses the one between your breasts, on your ribs and tummy.

Taking care of you : he knows you skip dinner most of the time because of you being tired returning home so he always has a sandwich for you in the fridge and makes sure you ate it when he comes home. Also he wants to make sure you dress well so he gets you clothes from other countries when he's on tour he believes you'll like and sometimes when he returns home and you're asleep he picks out an outfit for you to wear in the morning <3

Sleeping : he always cuddle you to sleep ALWAYS. He absolutely adores when you use his body as a pillow, he likes it the most when you bury your face in his chest because he gets to smell and play with your hair (let's you hug his pillow when he's late :')n. Other than that he always makes sure you have set your alarm for the next day and brings a glass of water so if you need it throughout the night you won't have to go to the kitchen <3

Touching in general : when he drives he will put his hand on your thigh (FOR SURE). Always finds a way to touch you no matter who is watching, he doesn't mind being teased after you leave the room by his members or his family for telling you to sit on his lap when y'all are in the living room ( especially when there is not that much space or he thinks you might be uncomfortable).

Together stuff : he tries to match your showering schedule so you can "save water" together, it's not usually that hot, it's more like soft and sweet and taking care of each other :'). Lives for sleepover nights with the members because he can show all his love and affection for everyone (but mostly you ofc) and definitely feels like a proud dad having his loved ones all together spending time. Talking is everything for him, can talk with you all day about every single thing without getting bored but only loving you more every time

18+ : HEAR ME OUT. MAN LOVES YOU SITTING ON HIS FACE that's all I have to say. He loves to please you and see that fucked out look on your face after <3. One of his biggest kinks is being called daddy as known so he'll absolutely love it when you call him like that or refer to yourself as babygirl or something like "daddy's little girl" he might cum the moment he hears you. Loves seeing you in lingerie 🙈 he won't be very vocal about it but you can tell by the look of his eyes.

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valkyrieeeee · 13 days

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How Skz would ask you to be theirs | Maknae Line Hyung Line

Han

He would take you on a karaoke date, the perfect place for him to be loud and cheerful.

Unsure of what to get you, he'd end up bringing flowers and chocolate.

He feels completely himself when he's with you.

His favorite thing is trying to make you laugh and smile.

He feels a sense of belonging when he's with you, as if he's finally found where he truly belongs.

He's attentive to your needs and desires, making sure you're staying hydrated and fed.

He beams with pride as he watches you sing in karaoke.

He'd serenade you with your favorite songs during the karaoke session, pouring his heart into each note.

He'd end up accidentally singing you a love song and confessing afterward.

He'd playfully threaten to sing even louder until you say yes.

"I- I really like you," he stammers, his cheeks flushing pink as he forgets he's holding the microphone in his hand, the warmth of his feelings overpowering his shyness. His eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of nervousness and adoration, as he continues, "It's like all these love songs were written just for you." A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he adds, "I'd really like if we could write our own version, about our story. The ups, the downs, and everything in between."

Felix

It wouldn't be anything he had planned.

You would be baking with him.

He'd wear a colorful apron and get you a matching one, and pretend like he didn't realize.

He'd giggle nervously as he accidentally spills flour on himself while baking with you.

Together, you'd bake heart-shaped cookies and decorate a cake.

He'd playfully steal tastes of the cookie dough as you work together

He'd lovingly brush flour off your nose and cheeks, unable to resist the chance to tease you affectionately.

He'd gaze at you with adoration as you work side by side, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of your focused expression

He'd write "Will you be mine" on the cake, trying to hide it from you as he decorates

He'd suggest taking silly photos together with the finished treats

"Your baking skills are amazing," he says, admiration evident in his voice. "You can get promoted permanently." "To what?" you reply, giggling at him. He presents you the cake, and with a warm smile, he adds, "Mine."

Seungmin

You casually mentioned you wanted to try this new mini golf place that just opened.

He had to work up the courage to ask you.

He nervously fidgets with his hands, trying to find the right moment to bring up the mini golf outing.

He quietly wrote it on a note while you both were watching a movie together because he was too shy to say it.

His heart races as he awaits your response, hoping you'll agree to go with him, though he won't show it.

He isn't the best at expressing himself.

He calls you pretty, but quietly.

He enjoys your company so much.

Despite his reservations, he's determined to make the outing special for you.

He's really bad at mini golf, but your smile makes it all worth it.

He struggles to find the right words to convey the depth of his affection for you, resorting to small gestures instead, like buying you ice cream afterward.

"We should keep going to fun places like this together," he said quietly. "You mean dating?" you reply, a playful glint in your eye. "Yes," he confirms softly, waiting for your response.

Jeongin

He really, really likes you but doesn't know how to show it.

You both decide you're going to watch a movie at your place and have a cozy night in.

He almost spoils his plan of asking you to be his through text. He ends up shutting off his phone to avoid accidentally doing so, which makes him a little late for the date since he loses track of time.

You choose to watch the movie Titanic, a classic movie that you both love.

He arrives at your place with a bag of popcorn and your favorite candy.

You cuddle up on the couch together, enjoying each other's company as you watch the movie.

He laughs at all the right moments, his infectious laughter filling the room and making you smile.

As the movie comes to an end, he hesitates for a moment before gathering the courage to confess his feelings.

However, he doesn't end up asking you to be his during the date as planned because he kind of chickens out.

He regrets it and shoots you a text at 1 am, asking if he forgot his keys in at your house.

His keys are in his hand when he walks in through the door, but he needed an excuse to see you again.

He confesses to you when he comes over to "pick up" his keys.

You listen attentively as he pours his heart out to you

"Basically what I'm trying to say is... We'd make a better couple than Jack and Rose," he says shyly, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

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⎯ N'OUBLE PAS DE VIVRE. christopher bahng chan

🎧 : bang chan x female reader

TROPE. streetracer!au, fake dating au

WORD COUNT. 5.9k

WARNINGS. drinking, mentions of drugs, illegal activities, streetracing, smut

PARTS. one, two, three

SYNOPSIS. y/n, new to seoul, south korea, has yet to find the crowd she wants to roll with. that is, until she hears one of her best friends babbling about the hottest topic of the city - the streetracers. specifically a group known as "stray kids". when y/n finds herself in the backseat of one of the racers' cars, she is thrown unexpectedly into a world much different from the one she was raised in - and perhaps has found the crowd she wants to roll with.

SMUT WARNINGS. kind of dirty talk not really, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) (there will be more in the other parts)

n'ouble pas de vivre. ⎯ don't forget to live.

"What if I told you that I fucking hate you?" You glance over at your father, eyes lidded. You know you're high out of your mind, and you know that you don't really mean it - you haven't meant anything you've said in the past three hours.

"You don't hate me." Your father flips the page of his book absentmindedly, practically ignoring the fact that you're screaming in his face.

"I hate you!" You yell, and as if trying to make your point, you smudge the end of your cigarette on the wall. Part of you hopes that your father will stand up and reprimand you - the other part hopes you can continue getting away with your outrageous behavior.

"Why do you hate me, Y/N?" He finally looks up, locking eyes with you.

"You tore me away from my home," you say finally, sitting down against the wall. "I want to see my mom."

"You know damn well where your mother is." A flash of anger tears through your father's face, before quickly fading. He composes himself, straightening his suit. "Your mother is dead, honey."

You realize that you're crying now, but you couldn't give less of a fuck. Your father - this man who you've never met before in your life - has never chosen to care about you before the death of your mother. Why on Earth would he choose to care now? What was so important that you had to pack yourself up from New York and cross the fucking world to get to Seoul, South Korea?

"Fuck you!" You yell, standing quickly and moving through the hallway, up the stairs and to the bedroom that you've never slept in before. This is not your childhood bedroom, or the one that your mother always kept ready when you were away at college, or even the one at your ex-boyfriend's house - what on Earth were you going to do without Soobin here?

Some deep, hidden recess of you understands that this situation isn't your father's fault - in fact, you're sure he'd much rather be out partying and bringing home anyone he pleases than babysitting for an eighteen-year-old walking depressive episode. You know that he doesn't want you here, and you don't want to be here either.

So why won't he let you leave?

The thoughts make their way hurriedly through your mind, as though they're late to a business meeting in some other deep cavity of your skull. Soon, the rushing puts you to sleep, and you're left to dwell alone in your subconscious.

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When you awaken again, it's nearly six am. With class two hours later, you get up slowly and get ready for your day, brushing your teeth and donning your clothes that look much too American for your liking.

"Can we pick up Soyeon?" you ask as you exit your father's house, looking over at his private driver, who just bows and nods at you. You're at Soyeon's apartment fifteen minutes later, and the pretty blond grins as she jumps into the backseat of the sports car with you, clutching her bag.

In your entire two months living in Seoul already, you've made all but one friend - Jeon Soyeon. An aspiring underground rapper with a taste for expensive sunglasses. She splays out across the backseat, letting her legs drape over your lap as she hangs her head out the window. "How mad was your dad last night?" she asks, tilting her head at you as she swings her head back in to examine your face.

"Not mad," you say, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. You catch a glimpse of the driver wrinkling his nose, but you ignore it, taking a drag and blowing a puff of smoke at your friend's face. "He wasn't upset at all until I brought up my mom. I don't think he cares that I was smoking and stuff."

Soyeon pretends to pout. "You're lucky. My mom is such a cunt about all that stuff. 'That shit kills you, Soyeon.' Like I don't wanna die already!" she giggles, and you can tell that even now, at seven-thirty in the morning on a random Tuesday in March, Jeon Soyeon is high out of her mind.

"I'm so glad we ended up in the same psych class," she says, bloodshot eyes glancing up at you. "Life would be so boring. All those fucking do-gooders are fucked."

"You're fucked," you say, pushing her playfully.

"So are you, bitch!" she laughs.

Not long after, you've arrived at the university that the two of you take classes together at. You get out of the car, shouldering your bag and stepping out onto the green, Soyeon following behind you. Around you, students bustle around, lounging between classes, hand-in-hand with their lovers, trying to run from a one-night-stand without being seen. You smile as a girl runs from bush to bush, trying to fix her mousy hair and hide the fact that she's still wearing the dress you saw her in at the party last night. In fact, you remember taking off that dress. You wonder how she ended up at someone else's dorm.

Soyeon hardly notices anything, running a little ahead of you and jumping into a much-too energetic cartwheel.

"Who'd you end up going home with last night?" you ask her, jogging a little to catch up.

"Some guy. Chi . . . Ji-something? . . . no . . . Sung? . . . Jisung? I think that's what his name was."

You nod. "Was he nice?"

"He was cool," Soyeon says. "I've seen him and his friend a few times at the rap shows. Sometimes one of them gets up and does a little freestyle. He's pretty good. He's part of a street racing group though, did you know?"

"Street racing?"

"Come on, don't tell me they don't have street racing in America."

"No, they do, it's just like not something that happens a lot. And most American street racers don't go to prestigious universities, either."

"Haughty haughty." Soyeon wiggles her eyebrows at you, nudging you gently. "Most stoners don't go to prestigious universities either. And here we are, strolling into a fucking psych lecture in a prestigious university."

You take your seats beside each other, waiting for the lecture to begin.

"You should come with me. Jisung asked if I wanted to come see a race tonight. He said I could get a backseat pass and everything." She winks at you, and you shake your head knowingly. "Seriously though. It could be fun! Maybe you'll find your new calling."

You roll your eyes. "I'd rather not," you say.

So, how exactly did you end up here, fourteen hours later, sitting in a crowded back-alley dotted with girls showing too much skin and guys showing off their fancy multi-colored cars.

"This doesn't seem like a street race," you tell Soyeon, fixing your dress. It's practically vanta black and too short, but Soyeon said it complimented your figure and you didn't want to fight with her.

"That's cause none of the big leagues have shown up yet. These are all just bozos who get off on girls in small tops."

"You do realize that you're a girl in a small top, right?" You glance over at Soyeon, who is dressed in a flattering bikini top and jean skirt, showing off her delicate body.

Soyeon turns around and wiggles her ass at you. "Damn right I am." She stands back up, ignoring the whistling and claps that erupt around us at her little display, and leads me over into a semi-vacant corner of the lot. "Look, they're starting to show up. I'll give you a rundown of the big groups, yeah?"

You nod, looking around.

"See them, over there? The four girls? That's Blackpink. Their racers are Lisa and Jisoo - some of the best girls in the league." She points off at a group of four girls, standing beside two cars - one black and one pink.

"Them? Ateez. Hongjoong is in charge of them, I think, but he doesn't race." She continues rattling off names that don't mean anything to you - Itzy, Seventeen, Le Sserafim, P1Harmony, and a few others. Finally, she pauses. "Look, there's Jisung. He's with Stray Kids."

"Stray Kids?"

"Mhm. They're at the top right now. Four racers, four mechanics, but they practically all do everything. Look, those four are the racers. They have names, I'm sure, but everyone calls them by their racer names. J.One - that's Jisung - and Spear.B and I.N. And that's CB97. Jisung, Changbin, Jeongin, and Chan."

"Chan is cute."

She looks over. "You think so?"

You nod, watching him. His hair was short-ish and hung in dark curls that framed his face nicely. He had a piercing on his nose, and wore a fitted black shirt and jeans that looked way too big for him. Even so, it was clear he was ripped, and held himself with confidence, even amongst the rest of his team.

"You and every other girl here," Soyeon says. "He graduated from the school we're going to last year."

You nod again, hardly able to form words as you watch his graceful movements. You barely pay attention as Soyeon spouts off the rest of the members, then drags you over to say hi to Jisung, who grins and kisses her on the cheek as the two of you come up to them.

"Who's this?" he asks, turning to you.

"Y/N," you say, bowing slightly.

He laughs. "None of that, let's be informal. No one here gives a fuck. Soyeon, can you come help me with something?"

Soyeon nods, giggling and blowing you a kiss as Jisung whisks her away.

"Great," you say quietly to yourself. "Alone."

"Not alone," says a deep voice behind you. You turn, finding yourself face to face with none other than CB97 - Chan.

"Oh, no?" you ask. "I look pretty alone to me."

He shakes his head, leaning against the car. "I'm here, aren't I?"

You nod, trying to hold back your urge to scream and kick your feet like a little kid. "I suppose so."

"American?"

You sigh. "Mhm."

"We can speak English then, love." You look up quickly as the boy switches from Korean to English, what sounds like an Australian accent layered thick over his pretty voice.

"Oh, okay."

"Ever been to one of these before? Races, I mean."

You shake your head. "First time. My, uh, my friend dragged me out here actually. She's with Jisung, I guess? They went to go work on something together."

Chan shakes his head. "Of course they are. Soyeon is your friend? She's trouble."

You nod. "Tell me about it."

"I'm Chan, by the way. Bang Chan. Everybody around here calls me CB97 though."

"Do you want me to call you that?" you ask, looking up at him.

"You can call me Chan, pretty girl. Now, do you have a name? Or should I just keep calling you pretty girl?"

"Pretty girl works for me." You smile. "My name's Y/N though."

"Y/N." He mutters the name over and over, as if turning it over like a coin in his mind. "Cute."

"Thanks."

"Chan!" You both look up at a redheaded boy who called his name, waving him over to a deep purple car.

"That's my queue." Chan winks at you. "Here, um, can I have your number?"

"I, yeah, do you have any paper or something to write it on?"

"CHAN."

"I'm fucking coming, Minho." Chan presses his hand to his temple, eyes closed. He turns back to you. "Let me grab my phone, it's just in my car-"

"Ten, nine, eight . . ."

"You know what? Fuck." Chan practically manhandles you over to his car, opening the backseat and basically tossing you in before getting in the driver's seat.

"What the fuck?" you snap, sitting up as the door is closed behind you.

"Hang on," Chan says softly, and you watch his eyes flit around the dash, searching for problems with his car. He drives slowly up to a white line in the road, lining up with three other cars. You don't recognize either of the drivers on the other sides of Chan. "Come up front," Chan says quickly, patting the passenger seat. "Quick."

You do as he says, climbing up to the passenger seat of the car and buckling your seatbelt quick.

"I hope you don't get motion sickness." He tries to joke, glancing over at you. You glare at him. "Look, I'm sorry. I really didn't want to lose you in the crowd or anything and I couldn't find my phone and I didn't have enough time, so I just- I don't know. I just brought you in here with me. I'm sorry."

You sigh. "I can't even pretend like I'm upset. You're really fucking hot. You know what they always say: n'ouble pas de vivre."

"What is that, French?"

"'Don't forget to live.' Yeah, it is."

"I've never heard that before."

"It's basically like saying 'fuck it' to the world."

"Maybe I like that saying. Look, if you wanna get out-"

You look over at him. "Hell no. I have too much social anxiety to walk off the track like that."

Chan cracks a smile. "Then buckle up, sweetheart."

"I'm buckled."

He reaches over, and you find your heart pounding in your chest as he tugs on your seatbelt, making sure it's tight. "I'm not stopping once we start," he says. "This race is important."

"I wouldn't expect you to." You flash him a smile. "Relax. It's cool."

"You say that now," he says, cracking his neck in a jerky movement.

You roll your eyes, slumping back in your chair. In front of you, a tanned woman wearing hardly a bikini steps out in front of the cars, holding a red flag in each hand. She raises the flags, and Chan tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

The woman raises both flags. You hardly see her drop them before Chan's foot is all the way down on the gas, propelling the car forward. You let out an involuntary yell, and you catch Chan grinning out of the corner of your eye.

The race is over as soon as it had begun. Chan won - not surprising, considering the reckless way he drove - and looked over to smile at you as you pulled back into the lot. "Enjoy it?"

"I'm never ever getting in a car with you again."

He snorts a laugh. "I liked the part when you were screaming."

"What, the entire time?"

"Something like that."

"Don't you have to go greet your adoring fans?" you ask, only half joking.

"I'd much rather sit in here and talk to you."

You pretend to run your fingers through your hair to hide the smile that flits across your face.

"Do you live anywhere around here?" he asks.

You shake your head. "Other side of the city."

Chan presses his lips together. "It's getting pretty late . . . my apartment is close by. If you wanted to, you could stay there for the night. I have a feeling your friend will end up there too."

"You share an apartment with Jisung?"

He nods. "Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Loud fucking group."

You smile. "That sounds nice. You're not gonna like, kidnap me and eat my kidneys are you?"

"If I wanted to kidnap you, I'd have already had plenty of opportunities for it. As for eating your kidneys, I can't promise anything." Chan looks over at you with an expression that sets your heart pounding in your chest.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that, you freak."

The name calling is playful, but Chan pretends to be offended, opening his mouth in feign shock. He moves to say something, but he's interrupted as a pretty boy with longer hair knocks hard on his window, making a disgruntled face and pointing for Chan to unlock the door.

"Hey, Jinnie. This is Y/N, have you met her yet?"

The man shakes his head, then bows a little at me. "I'm Hyunjin."

"Nice to meet you." You smile at Chan's roommate.

"She's coming back with us tonight," Chan tells Hyunjin. "Her apartment is across town, so I figured that would be fine."

"Sure, like Jisung and Soyeon won't be loud enough as it is."

"We're not going to fuck, asshat." Chan pulls Hyunjin's beanie off his head, getting out of the car to dance around him playfully. You get out too, laughing at their antics.

"You have any more races?" Hyunjin asks as he snatches his beanie back.

"Not tonight. Do the others?"

Hyunjin shakes his head. "I'm gonna head back now. Let the others know."

Chan nods. "We'll be there soon."

For the remainder of the evening, Chan's arm is locked around your waist, keeping you close to him, as though you getting in the car with him was some sort of unspoken oath that you would be by his side the rest of the night. He takes you around to meet the other members of his crew, then a few others. You recognize a few from Ateez, who Stray Kids seem to be particularly close with. Finally, Chan announces that the two of you are leaving. Minho and Felix are quick to catch up to Chan and you, asking if they could catch rides with Chan.

As you approach his car, you move to get in the backseat, expecting one of the other boys to take their position next to Chan. You jump a little as Chan grabs your wrist, opening the passenger door for you.

"Well I'll be damned," Felix says, grinning at the display, "Channie's whipped for you, Y/N, you should be proud."

Minho grunts in agreement from the other side of the car. Chan rolls his eyes at both of them, helping you in the car then going over to his side and getting in.

The ride back to their apartment is talkative, with Minho and Felix telling you embarrassing stories about Chan and cracking jokes from the backseat, with Chan occasionally chiming in to make fun of them too. He keeps looking over at you, like he's checking if you're safe, even though you're no longer doing eighty on a city road.

You finally pull up to a nice-looking apartment building, and everyone gets out. You follow the three boys to the seventeenth floor, to apartments 17A and 17E, which are each across the hall from each other. Chan bids goodnight to Minho and Felix, who enter 17E, and unlocks the door to 17A, smiling at you. "Tired?"

"Not particularly, why?"

"'Cause I can smell the weed that Hyunjin got out."

The rest of the night is a blur, filled with smoking and weird pastries that Changbin practically pulled out of his ass and really good music that, apparently, Chan likes to make.

The next morning, you wake up in Chan's bed with a raging headache and only half dressed. Chan is sitting on the floor, reading a book. You mumble something inaudible, and he turns to look up at you.

"Morning," he says, smiling as he shuts the book and moves to sit next to you on the bed. "How do you feel?"

You groan, mashing your head into the pillow.

"Yeah, I figured as much. Here, take some Tylenol." You don't even look at the pill and cup of water Chan hands you as you down it.

He runs a hand through your hair, looking down at you. "Take your time, pretty girl. I'm in no rush, and I have a feeling you aren't either."

"Thank you," you say, reaching up to gently trace patterns on his wrist.

"You know, it's funny."

"What is?"

"We met each other last night."

You open your eyes. "What?"

"It seems like we've known each other forever, don't you think?"

You blink, sitting up a little. "Yeah, it does, honestly."

He smiles. "I guess that's good, right?"

You nod, looking around. "Is this your room?" There's posters of bands and cars on the wall, a collection of CDs and vinyls littering his half-open closet, and a rack of clothes waiting to be folded.

He nods. "Sorry, it's kind of messy."

You shake your head. "It's homey. I love it."

"You do?"

"Mhm."

"You could come over a lot more, you know. I like having you here. It was nice sleeping next to someone for a change."

You look up at him, eyes widening.

"What, you didn't expect me to sleep on the floor, did you? Not even for you, pretty girl."

"Stop calling me that, it doesn't apply in this situation."

"Yes it does." Chan rolls his eyes, touching your face tentatively. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Even with your makeup everywhere." He laughs softly, running a thumb under your eye to collect the bits of mascara that came off while you were sleeping.

"Thanks," you mumble.

"Come on, I'll help you up. Hyunjin made waffles for everyone."

You let Chan lead you into the main section of the apartment, where Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Soyeon are all sitting around a table, looking out the window over Seoul.

"Morning," Chan says, making his way to the kitchen part of the room.

A round of "morning"s chorus from the other side of the room.

"I'll get you some, go sit," Chan tells you as you join him in the kitchen. You do as he says, moving over to the couch to sit next to Soyeon, who's wearing a sweatshirt you've never seen before.

"Where's that from?" you ask. "It's cute."

"It's mine," Jisung says, smiling. "I'm glad you like it."

Soyeon nods. "How was it with Chan last night?"

"I have no idea," you tell her. "I have no memory of last night past taking the blunt from you."

She grins. "He was pretty adamant about you guys not having sex."

"I don't think we did, actually. I was fully clothed when I woke up."

"That's a good sign," she says, nodding solemnly. "I wasn't, so . . ."

You push her playfully, laughing.

Chan finally joins you all on the couch, grinning as he hands you a plate of waffles. As you move to take a bite, you're surprised by the sound of the doorbell. Hyunjin jumps up to get it.

"Chan!" he calls from the front of the apartment. He darts back into the living room. "It's your mom!"

Chan blinked once, then twice. "My mom?"

"Dude, she's right outside!"

"Fuck!" Chan says. "Y/N, I'm about to ask you something that you might not want to do, and you totally don't have to. My mom texted me last night to ask where I was and I told her I was out with my girlfriend. Is there any way you could, maybe, like, pretend to be dating me?"

You stare at him. Is this not something out of those romance books you read when you were younger? And Chan, the super mega hot street racer wanted this?

"Yeah, of course," you say.

"Okay." Chan breaks into a smile, and you hear Hyunjin let his mom in.

Everyone stands up, moving towards the door as a short, pretty woman enters. Chan steps forward, pulling her into a tight hug. "Mom! Why'd you come up, I thought you were gone visiting Hannah?"

"His sister," Changbin mouths to you, and you nod.

"I thought I'd take a layover in Seoul on my way to LA," the woman says, smiling.

"How long are you here for?"

"Two days. Now! Enough about me! Where's that pretty girlfriend you were telling me about?"

Chan laughs, nodding. He turns and takes your hand, pulling you forward next to him. He wraps his arm around your waist, kissing your forehead. "This is Y/N, Mom."

Chan's mom takes your hands in hers and smiles at you. "You're gorgeous, darling, I can see what Chan has been saying about you."

You look over at him for a split-second, then back at his mother. "Thank you so much." You smile.

She pats your face, then looks up at Chan. "And you dilly-dallied with that Libby for so long. I can't believe this beautiful woman wants to be with you."

"Mommmm," Chan says, groaning.

"Alright, alright. I just wanted to drop by. Would you all like to come out with me for dinner tonight?" his mom asks. "You can ask the other boys too, I know you eight don't like to go places without each other. And Y/N, you're welcome to come as well. And um, you dear." She smiled and bowed a little at Soyeon, who blushed and bowed back.

"We'd love to, Mrs. Bahng," Jisung says.

Everyone shares a few more goodbyes before Mrs. Bahng exits, leaving the six of you.

Chan turns to you immediately. "You're my literal savior, thank you so much. I mean, seriously."

"You should give her some better thanks than that," Jisung says. "Y/N just saved your ass."

Chan looks down at you. "I'm sure we'll work something out."

You can't help but feel an explosion of butterflies in your abdomen. Chan's gaze is fairly seductive as he watches you, eyelashes fluttering. You look back up at him, lips curling into a smile.

Barely an hour later, Chan and you are sitting on the porch of the apartment together, smoking a blunt that Jisung pulled out of his sock drawer.

"You know," Chan says. "I could give you a better thanks." He looks over at you.

You're not sure if it's the marijuana filtering through your body, or if he actually is, but you swear you've never seen a hotter man in your life.

"Oh yeah?" you ask. "What did you have in mind?"

He looks over at you pointedly, as if letting you know with his eyes.

"What?" you ask.

"I could eat you out," he tells you.

You cough, a puff of smoke leaving your lips. "You could what?"

"That's what Jisung told me to do. I'm just following what he said. But I like you. You're pretty. Actually, you're super gorgeous. You might actually be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I definitely wouldn't mind eating you out. Or just kissing you. Or just touching your lips wouldn't be that bad either . . ."

You tilt your head, smiling as he rambles on.

Finally he pauses. "You're really pretty."

"You're pretty fucking hot yourself," you tell him, passing the blunt.

"You think so?"

"Have you seen yourself?"

He laughs. "I'm glad you think so, Y/N. You don't have to make up your mind about it anytime soon, just, like, let me know, you know? It's the least I can do."

"Actually, I have an idea," you say.

Chan looks up. "Yeah?"

"I've never had sex," you say bluntly. Then you pause. "With a guy, at least. And I'm not good at kissing anyways. Here's my proposal. I'll keep pretending to be your girlfriend for as long as it takes, but you have to teach me all this stuff. How to like, give blowjobs and such."

"You've never given a blowie before?" He looks up in surprise. "With your pretty lips?"

If this were any other man, you would've found that comment horrendous. But this was Christopher Bahng, so you were perfectly okay with it.

"Sure," he says at last. "That sounds like a fair deal. N'ouble pas de vivre. When should we begin?"

You shrug. "Whenever, I guess."

"Well, it's only fair you get something today, cause you directly helped me today," Chan says.

You giggle, starting to stand. "You want me to suck you off, Channie?"

He shakes his head, standing from his chair and pushing you back into yours. One hand presses your lower abdomen, pinning you in place while the other pushes your legs apart, spreading them as he gets on his knees in front of you. "I don't want that to be how we start. I wanna taste your pretty pussy."

You blush, not used to the foul language he's speaking, but writhe anyways as he rakes one hand up your thigh, gently tugging on the hem of your shorts. "Hips up."

You do as he says, lifting your hips for him to let him slide both your panties and shorts off. "The others-" you start to say, but Chan stops you.

"I've caught them in much more compromising positions," he says. "This is nothing, babygirl."

Babygirl. You're once again reminded of your new life motto: if this was anyone other than this man saying these things, you would absolutely die. But, because it's Christopher Bahng, you'll let it slide.

"It's not?"

He shakes his head. "Just relax, okay? Let me do it all, yeah?"

You nod slowly, letting him push your legs apart, leaving you bare to him - and anyone unfortunate enough to be on the roof of the building over. You hardly cared, however, because he looked up at you with a smug grin on his face, face slowly moving toward your cunt.

"Chan," you say softly. You're not sure what you're trying to say to him by saying his name, but he just shakes his head and delves between your legs.

You moan softly as his tongue flicks against your clit, and you feel one of his fingers running up your thigh, all the way to tease your clenching hole.

You moan a little louder as he kisses your pussy, running his tongue between your folds and all around, slowly letting a finger slip inside you. Before you know it, there are two inside you, gently massaging your g-spot, which he seemed to have no trouble finding.

There's a new sort of tension in your stomach, building up as he continues his ministrations. You feel his nose brush against your clit, pressing harder against it as he licks around your hole, working around his fingers. Without warning, you're cumming hard, shaking and moving to close your legs around his head. "Oh, baby," you hear him say, his voice teasing. "That felt good?"

Chan pries your thighs back open, fingering you through your orgasm as he watches your face in awe.

You slump in your chair as you come down from your high, and Chan smiles, standing. He helps you back into your panties and shorts, then sits you back down, smiling. "You look beautiful when you cum. I mean you look beautiful always, but like, particularly when you cum."

You blush, not expecting such a blunt compliment.

He continues on, much to your dismay. "You just looked so . . . fucked out, I guess. Like you were fucking ascending or something. You looked gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so," you giggle a little. "Um, thank you for that."

"Anytime." Chan grins. "Literally, anytime."

You smile. "I'll let you know next time."

Chan nods. "So, um, I have a race tonight. Do you wanna come with me? I think the boys might stay back, and it's nice when someone rides shotgun."

"Sure," you say. "It was fun last time."

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That night, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror in Chan's room, with Soyeon sitting on the bed behind you. Chan is in the shower, playing some odd assortment of music, and you're trying to figure out what to wear to his race.

"When it comes to these things," Soyeon is explaining to you, "the sluttier, the better."

"Do I really wanna dress like a slut though?"

"Yes. Always."

You turn and look at what she's holding out to you. You unfold the first item - a low-rise jean skirt. "My whole ass is gonna be hanging out, Soyeon."

She shrugs. "I like your ass. Chan obviously likes your ass. You have a great ass. Let it free, mama."

"For the top?" you ask, rolling your eyes.

Soyeon chucks something at you.

"This is barely a top."

"Let your titties free!" Soyeon crows.

You giggle. "How much have you smoked so far tonight?"

She shrugs. "I lost count at six hits. Wanna make out?"

Chan walks out of the bathroom just as she says this. He pauses, looking at you, then at Soyeon. "Don't let me stop you, ladies." You hardly pay attention to what he says though, because Chan is shirtless. He has a towel draped around his waist, his dark hair is wet and curly and shaggy on his head, and his torso, good god. His torso is muscular and defined, with a full six pack, monstrous pecs, and muscular arms.

Soyeon stands, holding out the skirt and top to Chan. "Don't you think Y/N should wear something like this tonight?"

Chan tongues his cheek, examining the clothes. "I think Y/N should wear whatever she wants to wear. But, I think you'd look fucking hot in these."

"Seeeeeee, sweetie? I've got your back. Go put these on."

When you emerge from the bathroom after your changing, you feel like a different woman. Soyeon was definitely right about her outfit choice for you. A nice pair of heels, a low-rise jean skirt, a black halter top that hardly covers your tits. She ended up throwing a thong into the bathroom too at some point, which you now have pulled up past your skirt, hooking over your hips to show it off a little.

"You look hot," Soyeon says, a puff of smoke curling from her mouth as she speaks. Chan is waiting at the mirror, staring at you.

"You look pretty." He clears his throat. "Not pretty. Like, drop dead mega hot."

"Slutty, cunty, I love it!" Soyeon squeals and jumps up, grabbing your hands and pulling you in a circle.

"It's okay?" you ask.

They both nod aggressively.

"Come on, let's go ask the other boys how they like it."

You're surprised at how comfortable you are already in the apartment with the boys. Jisung and Hyunjin are watching TV on the couch, and you gladly give them a little spin to show off your outfit. Changbin is in his room, lifting weights, and he whistles at you, telling you how much cunt you're serving.

As you and Soyeon exit Changbin's room, Chan catches you in the hallway, arm looping around your bare waist. "I have something for you, if you want it."

You tilt your head, looking up at him as Soyeon continues back into the living room, leaving the two of you alone in the darkened hallway. "Oh?"

He presents a long golden chain from his pocket. "It's a belly chain. I thought it might suit the outfit tonight. And also, Soyeon told me you wouldn't wear it unless I gave it to you. So . . ."

You roll your eyes. "I would have worn it. It's pretty though. How . . . how do you put it on?"

"Turn around," he says. You do as he says, and you feel him loop the chain around your waist, clasping it at the back. "I like it," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You really didn't have to dress up or whatever for tonight, but you look beautiful."

"Thank you," you say. "I figured Soyeon was right. I should try and fit in with the crowd there."

"Are you ready to go?"

You nod. "Ready when you are, racer boy."

PART TWO COMING SOON!!

this might end up becoming a series so lmk how you guys like it!!

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#I am CACKLING #gay dating irl #u cant make this shit up #skz #stray kids #skz crack #bang chan #changbin

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A TURN OF PRIORITIES . PART 1 | BANG CHAN

Synopsis: What happens when you and Bang Chan decide to fake a relationship for the sake of making your ex-boyfriend jealous? A turn of priorities, that's what.

Genre: fakedating au! Bestfriend geeky, dorky chan x popular f!reader, stereotypical, fluff, a bit of angst

PART ONE . PART TWO

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It always amazes how quickly people seem to move on from love, or relationships, in general.

That’s the reason why you’ve been staring down a certain quarterback since the start of the soccer semi-finals in honor of the College cup being hosted around the country for all universities.

It’s seven on a Tuesday evening and rain is drizzling over the bleachers, onto the people, and getting into your hair. The hair that you’ve wasted thirty minutes straightening, only to have it frizz up with that sort of moisture. It’s almost impossible to tame it down. It’s got a life of its own.

As if that helps with the sudden overload of problems getting stacked up in a pile a mile high right before your eyes. Your ex-boyfriend, looking as gorgeous as ever and providing his constant lip service to his fans, now has his arms wrapped around one of the cheerleaders whom he’d claimed only weeks before as “just friends and nothing more.”

Ha. What a joke. You were the joke.

Tears burnt at the back of your eyes and you have to look away, blinking angrily into nothingness as your eyes struggle to glaze over with emotion. You can’t lose your cool. Not here. Not now. After all, it’s bad enough everyone on campus got to witness your break-up in a manner reminiscent of that of a pop-star’s, what with Lee Minho walking away from you as if he’d never had a care in his world and that he couldn’t care less how much of an asshole he seemed to be in that very moment he’d decided to dump your sorry ass.

“Got a place for me?”

Turning and quickly rubbing at your eyes with your coat sleeve, you catch sight of your best friend — as geeky as usual — struggling to hold two popcorn bags, a hotdog, and diet coke bottles, his glasses slightly askew and looking like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Did you just wake up?” You can’t hide your horror at his choice of attire. A bedraggled shirt wrinkled in too many places to count, grey sweatpants and jogging shoes that seemed to have seen better days. He just grins bashfully in response, handing you the popcorn before he pushes through the throng of people to get to your seats.

“Sorry. I completely forgot the time,” he pushed his glasses up using his elbow. Setting down the coke as he takes his seat, he doesn’t hesitate to bite into his hot dog, moaning in bliss as he does so, “damn, hot dogs sold at soccer games are the best. There’s just no way you can beat that.”

“It’s just a hot dog.”

“Yeah," he looks at you, offended, "but it’s sold at a soccer game.”

“And?”

“And that automatically enhances its taste, no questions asked.”

You shake your head, though it’s impossible to hide the smile growing on your lips, “you’re an idiot, Bang Chan.”

"And you, my dear friend Y/N, should start living a little," Chan leans forward in his seat then, an overexcited pup as the whistle signals the start of the game, "what are the chances of us winning this time?"

You roll your eyes, "I don't know. I don't care."

"You don't care because your Ex is playing," he points out, "so you'd want him to lose, ideally."

"In all honesty? Yes."

He chuckles and takes another bite of his hot dog, "always the pessimist."

At your age, it's surprising that you and Bang Chan have stayed friends all throughout your middle and high school years. Friends come and go, drift off when your interests and priorities changw in life. Yet, somehow, Bang Chan had always seemed to be present and everlasting. He's the harbour which you float back to when you feel lost out at sea despite being complete polar opposites.

It's an understatement to say that your friends dislike Chan. They don't dislike him per say. They just don't understand him.

"What do you have to talk about with this guy, Y/N?" They would snigger amongst themselves whenever he'd drift away to get some more food, "he's weird."

"He still reads comic books."

"And looks up marine animals in his free time."

"What's wrong with marine animals?" You can't help but ask at the absurdity of their questions, "I like dogs. So what?"

"Yeah but you're not like, obsessed with them," one of your friend wrinkles her nose like she's smelling something disgusting, "and plus, he's so awkward. I can't stand the way he makea eye contact with me every time we spend more than five seconds together."

Maybe it is the fact that you've known Chan forever that silence with him doesn't bother you the slightest. It's been routine for the past few years after all, with him doing his own thing and you lost in your own world.

"Oh! Score!" Chan suddenly jumps up aa the board blinks like crazy and the crowd roars. The speakers boom out with the MC's voice:

"Aaaand it's a score for the Riverland Snakes! It's now one to zero folks and what a beautiful start to the first college league game!"

Cheerleaders deploy across the field like a pack of hyenas in bright clothing, screaming out each player's name between their kicks and summersaults.

Your gaze catches your ex-boyfriend's figure across the field and it's no surprise he's all smiles.

"I thought you said our first opponent was good," you lean in to whisper into Chan's ear.

"Well yeah but maybe they're having an off season or something," he shrugs, "who knows?"

Indeed. As the Riverland Snakes keep on scoring goal after goal with minimal, the more your heart drops in your chest like someone just punched you. It stings and the hatred, all the loathing, seems to pour out of you in waves.

You hate this.

You hate being here.

Another goal for the Riverland Snakes. Another score that gathers a loud cheer.

A goal for the Thundering Tigers.

2-1.

And then, the whistle. Signalling the end of the match.

You don't want to watch. But you do, eyes raking over Minho's figure as he runs to his teammates and gathers them up in a ceremonial hug while the rest of the crowd pulses forward like an army of ants. Thre excitement buzzes in the air, overlapped with joy pulsing through Riverland students and it's too much, too much that you turn to Chan to tell him you're leaving--

Only to see Minho wrapping his arms around a girl.

Not just another girl. A friend. Your friend.

Her dyed auburn curls are shining, her head thrown back in laughter as Minho easily picks her up and gives her a twirl.

Then they kiss. And you feel like your entire world falls apart.

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“You can’t hide forever.”

You bury your head even deeper into the covers, snuggling into your pillow in hopes that Chan’s voice disappears at some point. This is how you’ve spent the last four days, rolling around in bed and barely cooking yourself anything, showering only when you need to, going to the toilet only when you need to. For the rest of the time, your eyes are glued to the ceiling. Numb. Filled with thoughts about where this possibly went wrong. And why, why out of all people, had he decided that it had to be her?

“Y/N,” Chan sighs on the other side of the door. Screw it. You wish you hadn’t given him the spare keys to your apartment. Back then it had sounded like a good idea, Chan being responsible and all, “you can’t hide in there forever.”

You turn away from the door, groaning.

Maybe if you ignore him he’ll go away. That’s what you’ve been doing all this time after all. He hadn’t had the bravery to break these boundaries yet.

“Y/N, I’m warning you. I’ll open the door if you don’t answer.”

Ha. As if. You don’t believe a word he says. You huff a little to yourself.

“Alright then.”

And the door is flung open. Yelping in shock, you bound up from your bed to look at the doorway where Chan stands, his hands filled with grocery bags with an expression that doesn’t seem all too impressed. As if on instinct, your body curls in on itself and you tug the blanket up to your chin, shrieking, “I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Well you weren’t answering so I had to check if you were still alive in there,” he says without missing a beat. One would think that Chan’s the kind of guy to be completely comfortable in just waltzing into a girl’s room, but his ears are flushed red, as is his neck. And he avoids making eye contact with you. Instead, he focuses on rummaging through the bags like it’s his sole mission, “I bought you food, snacks, toiletries if you needed them. Wasn’t sure what you were missing since you’ve been ignoring me all this time—“

“I really can’t do this right now,” you flop down on your bed and turn away from him.

“Are you sure? I brought you a donut.”

You freeze in mid-roll. Donuts. That sounds nice. You’ve always had a thing for donuts. The glaze, the chocolate filling inside, the crispy softness of the dough…that’s enough to make your mouth water.

No. You’re not to fall for his stupid plan.

“I don’t want your stupid donut,” you mutter half-heartedly.

“Are you sure?” You feel the bed dipping underneath Chan’s weight as he sits on the edge. There’s an amused tilt to his voice, “I bought the one from Krispy Kreme, the double chocolate one with chocolate filling. It’s even got those little nuts on it and a caramel glaze—“

The blanket is jerked off as you swivel around to face him, “fine, fine! You win! Where is it?”

Chan barks out in laughter while he hands you the packet and you don’t hesitate to rip it from his grip, inhaling the sweetness of the donut. You take a huge bite out of it and a burst of chocolate and caramel flavor spread across your tongue in delight.

You moan, “this is so worth seeing your face.”

“I’m not sure I should take that as a compliment.”

“It’s not,” you swallow and take another bite. The nut crunches and mixes in with the amazing chocolate filling that oozes along your tastebuds. Chan, meanwhile, is gazing up at you with fondness in his eyes. He’s always looking at you like that, especially when you’re eating donuts. He says there’s something that is really satisfying about watching you enjoy your food. Maybe it’s because you’re never that keen on food unless it’s sweet and bad for your health.

“How are you?” He ventures after some time.

You snort to hide the sadness that suddenly comes seeping in, “how do you think I am?”

“Horrible, from what I’m seeing.”

“Exactly.”

“I just don’t understand,” something catches in your throat. Your eyes sting, burning, “I thought she was my friend. I thought he loved me. It just sucks.”

“Yeah,” Chan mumbles back, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You try to laugh, though it sounds hollow, “you didn’t do anything. It’s not your fault.”

As much as you initially hate the fact that Chan has managed to infiltrate into your house without warning, you have to admit it feels nice to have his company around. He volunteers to cook you lunch and shoves you into the bathroom while he puts your laundry into the washing machine. You spend that time scrubbing down your body and giving your hair a nice wash until your scalp is red and your mirror has fogged up. Towelling your hair dry and putting on some fresh clothes does make you feel marginally better, and when you pad out into the kitchen your stomach rumbles as the smell of bacon and eggs waft through the air.

“Breakfast is ready,” Chan grins at you, “you look like you’ve just revived from the walking dead.”

“Thanks. And you should stop commenting on my appearance. You know girls are sensitive to this kind of shit?”

He whacks you with his oven mitten, “stop being so vulgar.”

The rest of the day is spent lounging in the living room and binge-watching the series of Stranger Things that for some reason, has Chan really addicted. You’re not quite certain why he loves it so much, but you endure through it anyway, knowing that the distraction is good to keep your mind off things that would make you cry and break stuff otherwise.

But at some point during the afternoon, you find yourself re-thinking about all the things that could’ve gone wrong. Is it something to do with the way you loved talking things out instantly instead of just brushing them aside? What had Minho found in her that he couldn’t find in you? And why…why did she decide to go behind your back? The betrayal hurts more than the actual break-up.

Chan encourages you to come back to school the next day and you reluctantly agree after some persuasion that you’ll grab some more donuts after your last lecture. That motivation doesn’t last very long. It’s hard just to put one foot in front of the other, and you’re barely out of the house. Every step hurts your pride, makes your heart shrink even smaller inside your chest, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

The world, however, seems to love conspiring against you. That comes into the form of the one who'd been kissing your ex just a few days ago.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Lee Minji slots an arm through yours as you walk to your computer science lecture.

You shrug her off like she's the plague, glaring at her, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What?" She laughs, "Y/N, it's not like I committed a crime or anything--"

"He's my boyfriend!" You burst out.

"He was your boyfriend."

For a minute, all you can do is stare each other down.

Anger bubbles through you, burning your insides.

"I can't believe you," you grovel out through gritted teeth, "you--I thought you were my friend."

"I am! It's just--things happen Y/N, I can't control who I fall in love with," guilt washes across Minji's festures as she reaches for your arm once more, "please, can we just talk it over?"

You want to. You really do want to hug her and cry it out, and then everything will be fine and normal again. But just the thought of her and Minho together has you wrenching out your arm in disgust.

"Get the fuck out of my face," you snarl out.

Then, before she can say anything else, you're whipping around and walking away as your heart collapses.

You barely make it to the end of the road before you lean over and break down crying.

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"Just do it," you hiss at Chan, aware of his fluttering hands at your waist, the hitch in his breath, the way he tries avoiding your eyes.

You're in the middle of the dance floor in the university gym, streamers of white and blue adorning the ceiling as couples sway along to the romantic music booming through speakers that have seen better days.

Never in your right mind would you have made it to this kind of ball. It's not your thing. But all of that had changed a few days ago when an idea had popped up.

"You want me to what?" Chan's mouth had opened in shock at your suggestion, which you'd merely ignored.

It had been on impulse to attend the celebratory dinner organized by the football team. But your pride couldn't let it go; that Minho and Minji would spend the entire evening cuddling without remorse?

My ass they will, is what you thought.

Which is why you dragged Chan along for the ride despite his initial reluctance, grumbling all the way into the parking lot. He'd kept on insisting how bad of an idea it was, which merely spurred on your intent even more. To find Minho and make him regret having walked away from you.

That is how you find yourself attached to Chan, pressing yourself against him as if your life depends on it when you notice Minho lingering by the doorway with his friends, his profile leaning towards the dance floor so that you're in his full peripheral view if he merely moves his gaze up.

"Just hold me," you hiss at him through gritted teeth, pushing yourself even closer if that's possible.

There's a slight hesitation before Chan's arms wrap around your frame. Your nose brushes against his nape, causing you to get a whiff of his boyish odour mixed with deodorant. It feels nice, not completely comfortable, but nice.

In the background, you hear the music switch to a softer groove, a slow orchestra accompanied by a deep tenor.

I've never been the type

I've never fed a line in my life

The music pulses, echoes through the crowd like a magic spell and for a minute, you allow your head to fall onto Chan's shoulder as your feet shuffle to the beat.

Let's be squares in a round world,

Let's be squares in a round world, baby

Let's be squares in a round world,

"Is he even looking?" Chan mumbles into your ear.

You spare them a glance but it's too dark to tell, "it's fine. Just make as if you're saying something very funny," and then, you throw your head back to laugh aloud, "HAHAHA! How funny Chan!"

"Shhh!" Chan shields your body, pivoting you around so that his body shields yours, "you are so embarrassing."

You don't have to see him to know he's blushing down to his toes, "I'm trying to stay in character."

"I'm never coming to help you ever again."

"Nobody cares Chan, it's fine."

The music ends and he's quick to drag you off with the exvuse that he's thirsty, and while he's away finding you drinks, your eyes impulsively find Minho's across the dance floor.

Something flashes in his eyes when he notices you, something unreadable, and then he looks away as if embarrassed.

Embarrassed...by what? By the fact that he's now shoving his tongue down your friend's throat? Or that he can't stand the thought of seeing you with another guy?

"Hey," a cup presses against your cheek. You turn your head to find Chan, grabbing the cup from him as he settles upon the bleachers beside you.

"Thanks," you say, "and not just for the juice."

"You owe me. Big time."

"I know."

"Do you think it worked?"

"What?" You raise a brow.

"Do you think you managed to rile him up?" Chan glances over in Minho's direction. The latter is flankes by Minji and two other guys engaged in conversation.

Something in your heart tightens at the way her hand is lingering along his forearm.

Pressing your lips, you allow your gaze to tear away before it causes any more damage, "I don't know," you confess softly, "I don't know whether it's hurting me more."

He makes a sound of acknowledgement. Your hesrt squeezes tightly in your chest, eyes stinging with sudden tears.

"I--I need to go," you murmur, already striding towards the exit as Chan scrambles after you, "wait, Y/N--"

You don't listen. You don't want to.

You can't.

It hurts too much.

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"Congratulations!"

Those are the words flung in your face the moment you step into the dining hall. Minji stands, lunch bag in hand and a huge grin dancing along her lips as if your argument had never occurred in the first place.

You blink, knowing that you should still be mad at her. Then brush past her to find a free table.

She follows, not deterred by your coldness, "I didn't know Chan was your type. You guys seem so cute together though."

"What?" You turn in surprise, and her smile widens, "I knew it! It's true! You are going out with Chan!"

A bit perplexed by her train of thought, you scramble for a coherent response and blurt out without thinking, "yeah. Yeah I am," your voice is still cold, "why? You're going to steal him too?"

You feel like kicking yourself when her face falls and hurt replaces it.

"I'm sorry," you mutter, averting your gaze and sitting down at the table, "it's just--"

"I understand," she cuts you off, takes a seat right next to you. The kindness radiating from her is so overpowering you don't have the strength to push her away, "i'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted it to be like this. Trust me, Minho feels the same."

"Yeah, sure."

A weird ache settles in your chest as you eat with Minji and talk of stuff that you don't really care about. She's being extra careful to please you and you can feel her guilt glimmering through every glance she sends your way. But though you want to be mean, you want her to suffer, you find that you don't have the heart to.

"Oh! I have chem next," she quickly packs up her bag and you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. God, you're glad this is over.

You watch as she slings her backpack over her shoulder, sends you another shy smile and says, "see you after? Maybe?"

"Uhm..."

"How about coffee? From Paul's?"

The look on her face deflates the anger in you. You find you cannot say no, "I'm--"

"Please, Y/N."

Biting your lip, you mumble your agreement.

The smile she sends your way is dazzling. Almost too much.

Sometimes, you wonder whether you're just too nice for your own good. Or whether you're just plain stupid.

In any case, things just get progressively worse throughout the day; you're stopped countless times either to be congratulated about your newfound relationship, or asked whether the rumours about you and Chan are true. You confirm their suspicions, though quite unsure how that newfound information should evolve. You decide to scurry towards Chan's flat the moment your last lecture ends.

"Ah you've heard?" He asks the moment you step into his mini foyer. He's just bathed, now drying off his wet strands using his towel, "the entire school is raving about it."

Checking your inbox and noticing the spam messages from your friends confirm his assumptions.

"Right, well," you settle at his table, munching from his already-open crisps packet as you cross your feet, "at least we know Minho's aware of it."

"Uhuh," Chan pulls out the lasagna from the oven, his dinner for the night. Yours too, now, "we need to talk."

"About?" You raise a brow.

"If we're going to fake date to make Minho jealous, we should have a plan."

"Okay," you drag the word out, "and what exactly are you implying?"

"We don't have to act like a couple unless he's around," Chan starts ticking things off his fingers, glasses sliding along the tip of his nose as he does so, "I'm not comfy with PDA so if we keep it minimal, that would be best--"

"You're such a wuss."

"Shut up," he snaps, "do you want to make him jealous or not?"

"Fine fine," you wave at him to continue and he serves you a portion. It's unconscious and natural, since you're always pigging out on his food, "anything else?"

"I particularly don't enjoy hand-holding. So if we could find an alternative--"

"You can't be serious," your laughter stops midway upon noticing that he's not laughing with you, "it's just hand-holding!"

"I don't like it. It makes me nervous."

"Alright," you roll your eyes, "keep going."

"No kisses. Arm around shoulders or neck is fine, but that's it. No pet names 'cause that's embarrassing, and please, please don't make me go to this horrid campus parties that your friends are obsesses with."

"Jeez," you let out a whoosh of air, "no wonder people don't want to hang out with you. Are you just as weird with them?"

"I call them boundaries. They're healthy and they make me feel good."

"Sure, whatever babe."

He flushes, swats at you like you're an annoying insect, "I said no pet names!"

"Aw bunny, look how cute you are being embarrassed and all."

Your laughter merely erupts tenfold the redder he becomes, mumbling to himself why he's even trying to help you out when you're doing nothing o help him back. It's clear though, that he's got a soft spot for you. Chan always has, especially when you need him.

You really hope that this fake-dating works out. The quicker the better. Just enough that it makes Minho realize his mistake.

"How long do you think it'll take for him to cave in?" Chan asks as if he's just read your mind.

"As long as it takes."

You really hope it's sooner rather than later.

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A/N: Part 2 will be up after this so don't forget to stay tuned and let me know if you wanna be added to the masterlist! Not sure how many parts there will be yet (maybe the 2nd part is the final hehe) but we'll see. Thank you so much as always, for reading my words and connecting with me, a part of myself xx

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a year with bang chan, "april 17th."

word count: 687 warnings: not edited notes: funnily enough, this is the first one i've posted on the right day lmao

january 2nd ⁺₊ february 14th ⁺₊ march 2nd ⁺₊ april 17th ⁺₊ may 30th ⁺₊ june 4th ⁺₊ july 14th ⁺₊ august 1st ⁺₊ september 12th ⁺₊ october 3rd ⁺₊ november 1st ⁺₊ december 31st

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int. outside at a zoo. noon.

“oh my god, look at those two!” chan practically squealed as he raised his hand to point at the two baby elephants that were stood in the pond they had in their enclosure. the two calves were filling their trunks with water, only to spray each other with it and running after each other.

“i didn’t realise visiting the zoo would be so similar to going to your dorms.” you snickered, just barely dodging the push that came from your boyfriend as his aussie came through with a playful ‘oi!’

you laughed at his reaction, but let him grab your hand despite his faux pout. he found it impossible to keep up the upset demeanour and a massive smile had soon found its way back on his face. “where to next?” you asked him as you stopped to look at a map of the zoo.

“the gift shop is right by the food court, so maybe stop there, grab something to eat, and then continue on to this section over here?” he suggested, pointing all over the map as he spoke. it sounded good to you, so you were soon sat in the food court, having lunch as you spoke about everything and nothing all at the same time.

next thing you knew you were in the gift shop, doubled over in tears from laughing. the two of you had found matching monkey-hats, and put them on as a joke. it was ‘couples’ hats, so when you stood next to each other, the monkeys on the hats were stretched out for one another, trying to kiss. you didn’t even have to say anything for chan to take the hats off of your heads and go to the register to buy them.

as you walked around holding hands, with those god-awful hats snugly on your heads, a little girl had spotted you and couldn’t hold her giggles all to herself. what you assumed would be her mother, picked her up and placed the girl on her hip, apologising for her daughters behaviour. the two of you reassured her that it was absolutely fine as the hats really were laughable. the mother gave them a warm smile and moved her daughter from her hip, over to the back of a man that was stood next to them, presumably the father. as he gave her a piggyback ride, they walked off.

“isn’t it wild that one day you get picked up and put down again, for the very last time and you don’t even know?” you spoke as you moved further down the walkway surrounded by animals. this made chan halt in his step and look at you, pretty much like you were crazy.

“now, why would you say that? now i’m sad.” chan let his legs go back to moving while you chuckled at him.

“this obviously doesn’t apply to you, as you and the boys make sure you are more above ground than you are on it at this point. never once have i been to your place without witnessing at least one member of your getting picked up.” you explained, chan nodding in agreement as you spoke, seeing as you made very valid points. “so you’re fine, i however am most likely floor-bound for the rest of my life.” what you said was not meant to be taken as an invitation, but that is exactly what chan interpreted it as.

“not on my watch!” your boyfriend announced, grabbing both of your hands and turning around so his back was facing you. he then bent down slightly and used the grip he had on your hands to pull you onto his back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. he let go of your arms and grabbed onto your thighs instead, readjusting you slightly so he could comfortably give you a piggyback-ride.

“you okay up there?” he asked.

“splendid.” you chuckled at him, planting a little kiss on the side of his face as you couldn’t properly reach his lips.

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scorpioracha · 2 years

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Skz during your period

Hey guys!! This is dedicated to my lovely wife @moonacholy who encouraged me to write this. I hope you guys also enjoy this. Leave all the reblogs,likes and little comments your heart desires cause they keep me writing

Bang Chan 방찬

-If there was an Olympic category for best boyfriend Chan would pull gold every time and I put that on GOD. He is so?? Goddamn attentive during your period??? -You want,need,crave and long for NOTHING. Your pain? Taken seriously. Your cravings?? It doesn’t matter if you’re craving something damn near halfway across town, he’s gonna go and get it.

-He always makes sure you’re stocked up on pads and tampons, if he’s shopping by himself he’ll just pick some up and add it to the cart, yes he already bought some a few weeks ago but it’s better safe than sorry.

-oh you’re in class or at work and you got cramps?? Guess where you’re no longer gonna be🤡 mf is dropping whatever he’s doing and coming to get you IMMEDIATELY.

-you’re getting tucked in bed, snacks left on the dresser and a little cuddle session before Channie has to get back in the studio.

-So reluctant to leave your side too🥺 he doesn’t like seeing you in any sort of pain so he’s very tempted to just not go back, but you’re like ???? I’m still grown Channie jc—

-leaves you with wolf Chan to cuddle and checks up on you every hour making sure you’re alright

Minho 리노

-This tsundere little shit. He wants you on bedrest rest pretty much the entire time. You’ve got hw? You can do it in bed. You’re hungry? Don’t move, he will feed you…in bed. You’re bored, take a nap, it’s good for you. As long as you don’t need to use the bathroom or shower, he wants you in bed.

-Mother hen headass, Minho is so mommy omg???

“Ya y/n-ah, drink this”

“What is it?”

“Ginger tea”

And

“No no, drink warm water, cold water will give you cramps!!!”

“Minho pls I’m dying🥲”

-Massages your tummy for you and your pelvis cause cramps are a bitch

-has a million multi vitamins specifically for you

“Have you taken your vitamin B’s?”

“Yes ba-“

“What about your Vitamin E? Your vitamin C???”

“Minho yes-“

“I’m making salmon for dinner, you need omega-3”

-Still bullies the fuck out of you at the same time tho???

“Stop walking like that”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve got a stick up your ass…or in this case your vagin-“

-Still wakes up early in the morning to fix you breakfast and gives you pain killers if he realizes you’re fussing🥺

-Will throw sooni,doongi and dori in bed with you at random intervals cause cats fix everything

-all in all best boy

Changbin 창빈

-Ima be so real rn, this is the mf that makes

you go on walks to help your cramps💀 you can be on your death bed and he’s like ‘let’s go outside☀️🌈☺️✨’ and you’re just like ‘…boy stfu istg ima beat your ass-‘

-So ultimately when that doesn’t work and you threaten to leave him, things relocate to the living room. He has an older sister so he’s not completely clueless but he’s also like ????😧 when you start crying over an episode of SpongeBob cause whoa whoa whoa what’s goin on??

-If you’re the type that has mood swings this mf becomes the most peaceful and amicable person you’ve ever met. If you’re ranting to him and you’re wrong, at that current moment no you’re not.

“…and then I told her to get tf out of my face with her breath smelling like halitosis but I’m wrong???😒”

“N-no jagi, absolutely not🤡”

-draws you bubble baths!! He knows heat can help with cramps so he makes it all bougie and nice with the candles and rose petals and lavender body wash. Then you start crying again and he’s like😧😰 and it’s honestly just a mess but you appreciated it very much

-this dude is feeding you nothing but the finest and freshest stuff cause it’s better for you during your period. You getting all the major food groups whether you like or not.

“Binnie, I just want a burger🥺-“

“You better eat that damn salad y/n😒”

You couldn’t even be mad cause he knows how to throw down when it comes to a salad

Hyunjin 현진

-Oh this poor baby😭 he’d be going on about the strength of the uterus and how strong you are for doing this every month when you’re deadass three seconds away from committing a crime of passion🤡

-Will take up the majority of the housework with no problem, especially if you’ve got work or classes that day. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Drying as we speak. Bedroom? Clean. Bathroom? Sparking. Hotel? Trivago.

-Is extra affectionate when you’re on your period, and a lot more gentle in general. He knows you can feel extra crappy during this time especially if you also struggle with mental health so, extra forehead kisses, little notes in your backpack and all the cute little text messages that say ‘x y and x made me think of you❤️’

-He’s already known to give into your cravings but literally does not hold back during your period. Oh? You were simply THINKING about tteokbokki? Well he doesn’t know why it’s there either, but since it is I guess you gotta eat it🙄

-Will genuinely think you’re dying if you say your cramps are killing you💀 he’s fucking rushing around the house grabbing shit and you’re like ???🧍🏾‍♀️

-you send him out to get pads and mf comes back with literally every kind the store has

“I didn’t know which ones you needed🥺”

-s n a t c h e s any form of caffeine out of your hand

“It’s not good for your cramps😠”

-Will try to get you to consume one(1) fruit

Jisung 지성

-honestly this boy is so lost lmao—

-He is literally walking on eggshells around the house and doesn’t mention it cause he doesn’t want to say/do the wrong thing

-y’all are cuddling and he’s stiff as a board. You’re just sitting there like “boy what the fuck😒”

-you have to corner him to figure out what is wrong with him and poor baby is shaking like a leaf. He doesn’t know jackshit about periods and I mean that with all the love in my heart. He’s the type to ask ‘what size pussy you wear?’ and mean it

-you’re honestly wondering how he made it this far in life running off of the most basic knowledge

-but he’s so fucking funny to mess with so you just make up random period facts knowing that he’s gonna take your word for it.

“Sungie, did you know that the average person loses three cups of blood during their period?”

“T-thr-three cu-cups???😰”

And you’re just sitting there trying not to fucking ascend because he looks so concerned

-Doesn’t really have the intuition to get you stuff on his own, but has no problem if you ask him to. He’ll call you like

“Hey babe! Do you use the super soaker or the super soaker plus?”

And you’re just like

“…huh🧍🏾‍♀️”

-keeps a small stash of essentials in his studio along with a pillow,a blanket and some of his comfy clothes just in case you’re feeling fatigued🥺

-Will bring bbama over for baby cuddles if you’re having a rough day

Felix 필릭스

-Our little sunshine boy knows when you’re getting your period before you do. With two sisters and basic observation skills he can pretty much tell when you’re due and silently preps the house with anything you might be running low on.

-all the cuddles!! Pretty much attaches himself to your back the entire time as your own personal space heater.

-literally does so much research on things that might help cramps from foods to aromatherapy to orgasms to yoga. He just wants to make you as comfortable as you can be.

-He’s not one to be squeamish about blood. You bled through the sheets? He’ll just chuck them in the wash, it’s no big deal.

-he’s not gonna keep you on lockdown but he strongly advises for you to get more rest and tell him if you wanna take it easy that day🥺 it doesn’t matter what the plans were, if you’re not feeling up to it anymore he’ll reschedule and you guys can spend the day cuddling

-if he’s stuck at work, he will send you takeout straight to your house to make sure you’re eating. Also obligatory FaceTimes during the day.

“Y/n! I’ve got like five minutes, I ran away from Chan to call y-“

“FELIX!”

-brownies,cookies,cake pops, Rice Krispie’s, whatever you’re craving Felix will make it. This also comes with the extra effort of fighting off the boys in the dorm so it can get to you in one peace.

Seungmin 승민

-here we have our favorite unbothered nonchalant king. He doesn’t really treat you any differently unless you ask him to?

-Well at least that’s may how it appears to others. He likes to take care of you in much more lowkey ways, picking up around the house,cooking dinner,packing lunches and with his sugar daddy tendencies making sure you’ve always got pocket money.

So what if you just so happen to find a fifty in your wallet? Now you can go out with your girls after school.

-He likes to lurk in the background a lot of the time trusting that you’ll come to him for help, but if he sees that you’re obviously in pain and not doing anything about it he’s quite literally taking your ass to bed. Then you have to deal with his disappointed little puppy frown AND cramps while he fusses over you

-Will try to distract you with tv shows and talking about his day and if that doesn’t work turns in mom pt.2

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes”

“Water?”

“Yes”

“Gotten any sun?”

“Seungmin i’m not a plant!!!”

-Will serenade you with any song you desire might pout if you decline any day6

-Will let the affectionate puppy in him out if you’re really have a horrible time :( you get to experience cuddlemin first hand all while he threatens to murder you if you tell anyone about it☺️

-Honestly is lowkey shitting himself because he doesn’t know what to do and can’t fix it and it’s driving him insane🤡

-honestly just pats your head while you nap and frantically texts his older sister asking what to do

Jeongin 정인

-This baby is right up there with Jisung but slightly less clueless. It’s more than likely that you might be his first gf or at least one of the few he’s had so he’s not really experienced in this category

-Kinda just forks over whatever you want whenever you want it. Hoodies,sweatpants,baseball caps, whatever you want it’s yours.

-If he’s got time he loves to pick you up from uni and do something special like take you to a cafe to get something sweet or to walk around the park(his binnie hyung said walks are good for cramps)

-panics whenever you’re in any amount of pain “do we need to go to the emergency room😰”

-Is the boyfriend who does the cramps simulator because he wants to know what it feels like for you

…

He almost throws up but that’s besides the point

-After that you immediately get the princess treatment, you will not have to lift a damn finger as long as he’s there.

-Will go protective guard dog on you if any of the boys are messing with you too much. “Cut it out!! Y/n isn’t feeling well😠🔪🤺”

It’s very cute if you’re being honest but you tell him it’s alright. He’s still going to be protective of you anyways. Extra cautious when you’re walking outside, always having his hand on the small of your back.

-shoves pain meds down your throat on a god damn SCHEDULE. His innie senses start tingling the minute you express any sort of discomfort and he’s zooming to the medicine cabinet.

“Innie my liver💀”

“But your tummy hurt🥺”

-Also the type to rub your tummy and look at you like 🥺 ‘my poor babyyyy’, kissing all over your temples and cheeks

-he touches your boobs once(1) and almost gets yeeted into the stratosphere

-He almost cried because he didn’t know it would hurt you cause he always grabs your tiddies when you’re cuddling😭

-wakes up in the middle of the night to grab your heating pad and get you a snack

#skz #skz headcanons #skz fluff #skz reactions #dating skz #skz soft thoughts #skz soft hours #skz scenarios #skz bang chan #skz jeongin #skz jisung #skz lee minho #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz hyunjin #skz changbin #this one caused all the feelings tbh

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nomi-c · 1 year

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Teach me

{Hyunjin x Reader}

Part two

Word count: 2,8 k

Genre: Smut, Fingering (f. Receiving), Pet names (sweetheart, Darling)

This Story isn't supposed to represent Hyunjin in any kind or way, this is purely fictional.

"Did you study for the test?" Your best friend Chae-Won asks as she opens her locker to store her bag inside of it.

Thinking back about Yesterday's intense study session with Hyunjin you feel your cheeks heat up and a ton of butterflies in your stomach.

Hiding your head in your locker to hide the evidence of your emotional chaos, you pretend to seach for a book to read in the lunchtime.

"I did a intense study session yesterday." You tell Chae-won and regret your choice of words right instantly as vivid images of that said 'study session' came back to live behind your eyes.

You quickly grab your water bottle that you took out of the locker and take a big gulp to still the thirst you have.

not that it would help with the kind of thirst you're feeling right now though...

"Weren't you at hyunjins place yesterday?" Your best friend asks you casually.

Your eyes widen and you regret mentioning it yesterday to her. "Ah yes I was, but it was the usual. He was gaming and I was studying for the test." You inform her.

A little lie between the lines wouldn't make you feel bad about yourself, right?

You know it does, so you take a deep breath and turn towards your best friend. "Actually-"

Before you can say anything more you hear the loud cheers and little whispers indicating that the schools bad boys and heartthrobs arrived in the corridor.

As they walk past the crowded hallways, every of their movement gets monitored by the other students which was nothing new.

After closing your locker, you turn back around just in time to see the boys passing by you. Hyunjins gaze connects with yours right instantly, and you feel the all too well known butterflies in your stomach just as every time you lock eyes with him.

Everything is the same as always, except that this time the intensity of his fiery gaze makes your heart rate go crazy and you feel as if you were struck by a lightning accompanied by a strong throbbing feeling right between your legs.

Your mouth feels dry and is slightly agape just by a mere look of him, you feel bolts of electricity everywhere he glances on your face. When his eyes dart on your lips and down to your neck, the heat gets unbareable and you press yourself ashamed against your open locker, your legs closed shut.

Right as hyunjin passes you, you see a slight mischievous smirk form on his beautiful face.

Slight anger takes a hold of you as soon as his back is turned towards you, combined with embarrassment by the fact that hyunjin knows exactly what he does to you and how he makes you feel with a simple glance.

You open your locker again annoyed and after quicky taking the books for the first and second period, you close it and follow the backs of the 8 boys until they dissappear in their classroom.

chae-won turns towards you as you make your way to your first class of the day.

"Mind telling me what that was about?" She asks you with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh don't even ask." You tell her hoping that she will let it slide. As you now set foot in your shared class for the first and second period.

After taking your seats in she instantly turns around to you. "I'll let it go for now because we need to focus on the test, but don't think I won't make you tell me later."

You sigh, knowing you need to find a really good explanation for your earlier slip up with hyunjin.

Before you can respond, your teacher enters the room with a big smile and clap. "Hello hello, Good morning guys, have you learned well for the test?" She asked the quiet class excited, but only got frustrated mumbling in return.

Your teacher sighed dissapointed while she prepared the tests to hand them out. "Well, that's not what I wanted to hear, but we have to write it anyways."

A little ashamed you had to admit that thanks to hyunjins 'help' you actually had a easy time to fill out the exam due to your new found knowledge about this particular subject.

When it was finally time to hand them over to the teacher and the bell started ringing, Miss Kang made the class quiet once again.

"Guys, since you all know that I won't be here for quite some time, I'm going to correct the exam today. Meaning you'll get them back right before lunch. I'll see you guys in 4th period." Miss kang dismisses us with a smile and a wave of her hand.

Packing up your stuff a hand collides on your desk, raising your heartbeat and almost causing you to jump. "Now tell me everything Y/n!"

You hold your hand on your chest, trying to steady your heart and breath. "Jesus Chae won! If you give me a heart attack I can't tell you anymore..." you give her a stern expression while attempting for a second time to pack your bag. Your best friend rolls her eyes. "Don't be dramatic Y/n, I don't want to push you again to tell me." She tells you leaving the 'but still I will' part unsaid.

You take a deep breath and stand up from your table "Hyunjin was playing games again yesterday." You begin to say and pull your bagpack over your shoulder. "I already know that! And?" Chae won interrupts you impatient.

"Well, he saw me freaking out because I couldn't get it in my head... and you know he's the best in every class." Chae won spins around and stares at you with big eyes, her mouth hanging open a slight bit.

"OH STOP! YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME THAT-" you quickly cover her mouth and look around you, noticing a bunch of students eying you interested in your best friends reaction.

"If you want me to keep telling you, you better tone down!" You hiss at her quietly and bow down to apologise.

"I'm sorry, she's crazy don't mind us." She rolls her eyes at your apology and bumps your shoulder a little too hard.

You collide with something hard and when you look up, you see its your brother. "Oh my god I'm so sorry minho!" Chae won calls out, her cheeks getting slight tints of pink when she looks up at him.

You smirk when you realize she has a crush on your brother, not understandable to you but an advantage in your favor.

"Minho, you and chae-won have to go the same way. Why don't you accompany her to her class?" You suggest with still the same smirk plastered on your face.

Chae-Won turns incredibly shy, and minho scratches his head awkwardly.

Don't tell me that....

Your emergency solution turned out to become a cupids job. You have to hide a giggle as you pat your brothers shoulder before you quickly leave them behind.

Once you are out of their hearing range you burst out into a giggle, some students stare at you confused and others like you're crazy but you don't care.

Mid walking the door to the janitors room opens quickly and you get grabbed and pulled inside in a heart beat. Before you can scream, you get pressed against the closed door and a hand flies over your mouth.

Your eyes connect with all too well known devilish brown eyes. Once he's sure you won't scream anymore he drops his hand, and a gorgeous smile appears on his face.

"How was the test sweetheart?" He asks in a silky voice, as he leans closer to you.

You get awfully aware of the close proximity between you, his alluring scent causing goosebumps all over you. His breath mixes with yours when he leans his forehead against yours, strands of his soft hair falling onto your face.

"Was it good?" He whispers in a rough and low voice.

You feel him taking a hold of your right hand softly, and a unbearable heat starts to pool between your legs. You close your eyes shut and nod your head as response.

He breathlessly laughs while his hand travels up your arm and neck sensually, causing you to breathe erratically. "Words sweetheart." He said moving a slight bit closer to you, your noses touching now.

You bite your lip and press your legs together hard to ease a little of the immense need you're feeling inside of you. "Y-yes."

His knee slides between your legs slowly. "I really hope you pass because I need to call you mine." He says roughly breathing.

His thumb finds your lips and he softly starts stroking them. "I really want to kiss you right now love." His body presses against yours yours now, his slightly moving leg causes you let your head fall back as a little whimper leaves your lips.

"Do it." You whisper, while pushing your hips forward to relief the heavy pressure on your core a bit.

A low growl leaves hyunjins lips and his hand travels on your neck, pulling your face impossibly closer towards him. Your lips touch in a feathery soft kiss for a second before he starts speaking again.

"If i kiss you now, i might not be able to stop." He warns you with a need in his voice that resembles your own.

You open your eyes enough to look in his dark lust laced eyed for a second, and take a fist full of his grey hoodie. "Please."

Hyunjins lips crash into yours in light speed in a hot and passionate kiss.

His hands travel down your legs, as his tongue fiercely asks for access to your mouth. You Instantly allow him in and take a firm hold of his hair which makes hyunjin moan.

He pulls you up by the hip, and presses his hardness against your clothed core. Another whimper leaves your lips.

A loud bell echoes through the school, Indicating that the first break is over.

Hjunjins lips wander down your neck, where he finds your sensitive spot with ease.

He slightly starts nibbling on your skin, sucking and licking on your sensitive skin.

"H-hyunjin, the bell...." you start but get Interupted by another flick of his tongue and roll of his hips.

Hyunjin growls again, sucking even harder on your hot skin. "Fuck the bell." In a swift motion he removes your shirt, leaving you in your Lace bra and a pair of black pants.

When you softly feel his teeth grace your neck, a moan leaves your lips. "B-but-" another roll of his hips interrupts your already clouded thoughts.

Your hands wander under his hoodie, your hands slowly making their way up and down his toned body.

Something evil crosses your mind, as a smirk starts to form on your lips.

Under your feathery touch you can feel goosebumps appear under your fingertips. Your index finger draws a straight line down his abdomen till it reaches the hem of his jeans, daring to travel further down to the button of his pants. When you're almost there, his hand flies over yours to stop you on your tracks.

A deep shiver takes a hold of hyunjin, when he holds your hand secured in place. The pulsating you feel there for sure doesn't help you to stay true to your plan.

When you lock eyes with him again, they are fully black and filled with a burning hot almost animalistic desire. "Don't push my buttons, Darling."

Your smirk grows even bigger. "Try to stop me then." You say at the same moment, your hand easily opens the button.

Still looking into his eyes, you see the rest of his self control slip and before you registister his lips are all over you in a burning need.

Between his hot kisses you feel him rip your bra off with force. With a slight tud it lands in a random corner of the tiny room and his greedy lips cover your chest in small pecks and kisses. When his tongue graces over your perked nipples, your free hand grips his hair tightly.

You arch your back from the sheer pleasure you feel burning through your veins. Between heavy pants, you manage to speak. "N-need you...now."

Your hand that still rests on his opened jeans, finds its way into his pants. Through the thin fabric of his boxershorts, you feel his hard erection against your palm.

One of Hyunjins hands that still rests on your thigh, takes a hold of your Jeans to grip it. "Off." He demands, as he lets you glide back down to your wobbly feets.

Right instantly, you undo your pants and let them slide down your legs. You feel his hot gaze on you with every slight movement of your body.

His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, as he pulls you right against him. His right arm snakes around you, as you the fingers of his left hand dip into your panties sensually.

Your hands grip his hoodie in fists and a choked moan leaves your lips, when his finger glides down your folds and enters you effortlessly. "H-hyunjin..."

His hot breath tickles down your neck when he speaks. "Say you're mine." He demands, leaving hot kisses up your neck.

You feel immense heat rise up within you more and more with each second. "Mine only." He moans against your neck, when your hand starts palming his Dick through his pants. You already feel a slight wet spot form on his boxers, which makes you squirm against him in anticipation.

He presses you against the door again, and lifts you up once again. His lips move their way up to your lips where he kisses you in a way, you've never been kissed before. "Please..." He almost begged in a whisper as a second finger entered you.

Your heart starts beating wildly in your chest as wild joy and lust explode in you on the same time. "I'm yours, hyunjin." You whisper, as you feel your walls spasm around his restless fingers.

That's all he needed to hear. His lips crash on yours instantly, in his kiss lay many emotions. The unstoppable love he feels for you, the hunger deep inside of him, the need, the certaincy that you like him too.

His thumb works on your sensitive bud now too in circling motions, as his other hand removes your hand from his pants. With each thrust of his long fingers, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Your hips shamelessly grind against his hands as loud moans leave your lips.

Both of you breathe erratically and when his ringfinger enters you too, you can't keep your voice anymore. Loud moans of his name leave your lips with each thrust, the tension building up in light speed.

"H-hyunjin..... Close..." you manage to moan out panting, your hands travel under his hoodie again and scratch his back forcefully.

Hyunjins head leans against yours breathlessly. "God, Y/n. You're so tight and warm." He whispers as a throaty moan leaves his full lips.

He leaves little kisses on your lips before he backs up to look into your flushed and most likely fucked out face. His thrusts become slow but heavy, casually grazing the spot that makes you want to scream his name when he looks into your eyes with deep adoration.

"I-I love you." He whispers in your ear as his fingers coil inside of you and hit that one spot with force. Everything around you turns to stars, as you get heavyily shaken by the unbelivable orgasm that takes a hold of you.

Hyunjins lips attack yours again, to muffle down the scream that leaves your lips uncontrolled while your walls contract heavily around his fingers.

His tongue finds yours as his fingers slowly ride you through your high. When both your breathing calmed down a little, he carefully removed his fingers.

Uncertainty hits you, and you hide your face in hyunjins neck. Not knowing if what he said was only a heat of the moment thing.

"I love you too." You whisper in a shaky voice, while drawing small circles on his back.

Hyunjins eyes find you in an instant, his lips slightly agape. Before he can reply, your phone buzzes in your pants somewhere on the floor.

Hyunjin sets you down to the floor softy and you quickly crouch down to check out the new message, as a smirk starts to form on your lips. "Chae-won just texted me saying that I passed." You inform him, feeling joy well up inside of you.

Hyunjins face lights up with a smug expression. "I knew you would, after all you had the best teacher." He tells you before giving you a soft kiss.

A soft smile appears on your face. "Best teacher and smartest boyfriend."

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