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I'm really losing my mind right now. So hot, Christopher, so fucking hot.
That's why he was so nervous (and excited) when he wrote to us in bubble.
Bang Chan on Nylon Japan ❤️‍🔥😼😻
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💧 Tell me what you want, sweetheart. How many fingers, how fast… 💧
✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Jeongin x fem!reader
✎ Genre: Smut
✎ Summary: Jeongin’s good instincts earn him a masterful lesson in fingering.
✎ CW: Established relationship, partner sharing, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, praise
✎ Word count: 3,936
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“……… y/n……. hello?”
The sound of your name snaps you back into reality, back to the dining room table in the dorm. Eyes shift toward the source of the noise to find Jeongin looking at you quizzically.
“Hellloooo… you there?” he asks, comically waving his big hand in the air.
“Yeah… sorry. Just zoned out,” you reply, but that’s a lie.
You had been aimlessly swirling your chopsticks around your bowl of ramen, trying to ignore the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers traveling farther and farther up your thigh.
Chan had been craving you all day, he said, and he had every intention of having his way with you after dinner. But, apparently, that wasn’t soon enough.
Not long after he prepared two bowls of instant noodles and sat down to eat with you, his hand found your knee under the table. And he didn’t stop.
Not when you playfully brushed it away, not when Jeongin, Han and Changbin joined with their own quick dinners, and not even when you shot him that cautionary look when his thumb began making small circles over your kneecap and you forced your legs closed with all the strength you could muster. He was determined to keep you on edge, and he was doing a damn good job.
But, of course, he was unaffected. Just eating and chatting and laughing with the boys like it’s a normal evening. Like he wasn’t about to slide his long fingers under your shorts just out of view of the others.
And that was working fine for a bit, until everyone had nearly finished their food while yours was barely touched. Until one sharp inhale made it clear to at least one person that not everything was as it seemed.
“I said…. How was your day?” Jeongin repeats.
All eyes are on you now, and they seem to have varying degrees of understanding. Jeongin looks concerned, Changbin confused, and Han relatively clueless. And then there’s Chan and his big, brown eyes, gazing at you with a mix of encouragement and adoration.
“Oh, it was fine,” you answer in the calmest voice you can muster. “Work’s been busy, had a couple of long day-”
Your thought is cut short when Chan rotates his wrist and forces his fingers between your tightly closed thighs. His pinky extends to press against your underwear, and you can’t help but squirm in your seat.
“Uh, ahem. Sorry,” you restart, trying to recover with a fake cough and throat clear. “Just some long days at work. That’s all. Thank you for asking, Innie.”
The sweet smile you send his way seems to do nothing to lessen his concern. If anything, it just makes him more suspicious. Changbin and Han seem satisfied, though, and change the topic back to Hyunjin’s mistake during dance practice.
Chan’s hand travels higher and higher until he’s practically cupping you in his fingers. He rolls them from top to bottom, putting pressure on as much of you as he can from this angle. Then he adjusts again, sliding his pinky under the damp fabric, and you can’t take it another fucking second.
“Hey, I’m not feeling well,” you announce to the table. “I think I’m gonna go lie down.”
Chan’s hand returns to his lap and you stand up and turn on your heels before anyone can ask what’s wrong. You just make a beeline for your boyfriend’s bedroom, sent off by a chorus of “feel better!” and “sleep well!”
You plop down on the plush comforter and stare at the ceiling, trying to imagine what you’re in for tonight and telepathically tell him to hurry the fuck up. And it works, because his frame fills the doorway less than a minute later.
“Not feeling well, my angel?” he teases. “Is there anything I can do to make you better?”
“Shut up,” you shoot back playfully.
A sly smile spreads across his lips as Chan closes the door behind him and dims the lights before heading to the foot of the bed.
“You did so well out there, baby, staying quiet for me,” he praises. “Would you like your reward?”
He places his knees on either side of your legs and crawls onto the bed until he’s hovering above you. All you can do is sit and stare in awe of his big shoulders, his tense expression, his fiery eyes staring down at you.
The corners of his full lips pull into a smirk, and he lowers himself to your neck, gently kissing and sucking and biting the skin there.
“Mmmmm,” you moan, moving a hand to the back of his head to run the dark strands through your fingers.
“Do that again,” he mumbles against your skin. “Moan for me.”
One of his hands finds yours, interlacing your fingers and pressing into the bed, while the other slips under your shirt and grips you over your bra.
“Ohhh, hmmm,” you groan, melting into the bed at his touch.
He sighs and plants a final kiss on your neck before turning his attention to your lips. He closes your bottom lip between his plump, pink ones and holds it there for a few seconds, but it feels more like an eternity. You could stay like this forever, just surrounded by him. But a knock at the door cuts eternity short.
“Hey, y/n, Chan… everything ok?” Jeongin’s voice sounds from the hallway.
“Yeah, thank you for checking, Innie!” you yell back and wait to see if that’ll be enough to end his curiosity.
“No, something isn’t right… I can feel it. Can I come in?” he asks.
Chan sighs and looks back to you. An annoyed expression and a slight nod send him to the door knowing that this interruption is his fault and his alone.
“Hey, she’s ok I promise,” Chan says, standing in the doorway to block Jeongin’s entry but not hide the view of you on the bed. “Her stomach is just upset, that’s all.”
You push up on your elbows and smile at him, and he smiles back. But it doesn’t reach his dark eyes. He glances back and forth between you and Chan a few times before he speaks again.
“You two are up to something. What did you do, Chan?” he asks, squaring up to his hyung the best he can. The tense look on his face and broadening of his shoulders is enough to send you both into a laughing fit, and then there’s no choice left but to tell him the truth.
“Are you serious? That’s what that was?!” he exclaims. “I thought something was wrong. Jesus.”
He pauses for a second and can’t help but glance at the both of you, at Chan’s hand, at your thighs.
“You… you really did that with your fingers?” Jeongin whispers to Chan.
Your beautiful boyfriend throws his head back and laughs, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Truth be told, he could do that to you by simply existing, but his fingers… there’s something magical about them.
“Wow…” Innie mumbles. “You’ll have to teach me that sometime.”
“How about now?” Chan asks, glancing back at you for approval.
You smirk and nod in response. He knows you love a captivated — consenting — audience.
A rosy color spreads across the maknae’s cheeks, and he instinctively pulls his sweatshirt’s collar up to his nose in an attempt to hide.
“No, I couldn’t. That’s… this… no…” he declares, but he can’t keep his eyes away from your lower body for more than a few seconds, and an occasional twitch in his sweatpants makes it clear he’s not entirely opposed to the idea.
“Come here, I’ll show you,” Chan says, grabbing Innie by the arm and pulling him over to the bed. “You don’t have to touch if you want. Just watch what I do.”
Chan plops down comfortably on the edge between your legs, and Jeongin awkwardly sits on the corner of the mattress.
“It’s mostly about pressure, yeah? Depending on where you are, do you want to massage…” Chan explains, wrapping his fingers around and gently rubbing your ankle. “…or do you want to tease…”
He loosens his grip and drags his fingertips up your shin, to your knee, and back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. You thrust upward just a little, yearning for that same touch between your legs.
Chan smiles as you squirm, enjoying his teacher role already. Jeongin’s watching his hyung’s fingertips with intensity, and next thing you know, he’s testing his skills on your other leg.
“Like this?” Innie asks, placing both hands on your sock-clad foot and using his thumbs to massage the base through the cotton. Fingertips drag to your ankle and hook around the sock’s cuff, rolling it down and over your toes and off.
He applies pressure to different spots on the base of your foot, watching your face to see how it feels. Once he passes your heel, he puts his palms to work, too, dragging his big hands up and down the sides of your calf.
“Yeah, nice,” Chan says, smiling approvingly before turning his attention back to you. “You like that, baby?”
“Hmmm….”
It would be hard to not enjoy four hands caressing your legs, but something about Jeongin’s fingers elevates the feeling. Like his big hands could do so much damage, but instead, they’re caressing you gently. And all you can think about is how he could wreck you in so many ways…
You snap back to reality as your boyfriend lifts the hem of your T-shirt to slide his hand up and rub your stomach. Even with everything else going on, his eyes are glued to yours, and that sweet smile is still aimed at you.
“Good so far, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Mhm,” you reply softly between sharp breaths. “You ok?”
“Of course, as long as you’re happy,” Chan replies, then turns to Innie. “Ready for the next step?”
Jeongin doesn’t answer immediately. Honestly, he probably didn’t even hear Chan. He’s staring at your legs so intensely, almost in wonder.
“Oi, Jeongin,” Chan repeats, snapping the fingers of his free hand.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, yeah,” the younger boy answers, shaking his head softly. “What do I do?”
“Go higher,” Chan says matter-of-factly, like this really is just a lesson and you’re the study participant — and Jeongin is his most eager student.
The maknae immediately wraps a hand around your inner thigh, down toward your knee. At Chan’s instruction — an encouraging nod is all he needs — Innie slides his warm hand up and up. Slowly, gently.
The unfamiliar touch has you instinctively pulling your legs closed, but Chan’s comforting touch on your stomach keeps you relaxed. His palm is pressed flat, and his fingers make small circles on your soft skin. His other hand replicates Jeongin’s path and gently squeezes the flesh of your inner thigh.
“Hmm.”
A deep hum vibrates from Innie’s throat, and his hungry eyes are trained on the wet spot on your shorts.
You’ve always wondered if other people can smell your arousal. Chan jokes that he can — “It’s the wolf in me, what can I say?” — but he’s generally full of shit. Regardless of whether or not he can smell it, Jeongin can certainly see it. And the way he’s licking his lips has you convinced he wants to taste it, too.
“Go ahead, Innie,” you say reassuringly. “Touch me, it’s ok.”
And then he does. His fingers slide under your shorts and roughly press into your panties. His sudden movements startle all three of you, and Jeongin’s face burns bright red in embarrassment and he pulls his fingers back into his lap.
“A little too quick,” Chan explains. “Something like that is fine if you’re going hot and heavy, yeah? But for something like this…”
Your boyfriend’s hand presses into your thigh and inches up until his fingertips reach the fabric of your shorts. He runs the damp material between his fingers and lightly bites his lip before speaking again.
“… you want to go slowly. Gentle and loving. Maybe a little teasing,” he says with a wink. “That’s what she likes, anyway. Don’t you baby?”
“I just tolerate it because he enjoys being an ass,” you say to Jeongin, who’s still sitting there with his fingers pressed into his thighs.
“Naur, you love it,” Chan teases back. “You love when I play with you.”
He slides your shorts to the side, just like he did earlier tonight. His thumb slowly runs up and down your folds through your underwear while his other hand resumes its circles on your stomach.
“You love when I do this for you,” he continues. “And I love doing it…”
His thumb presses into you deeper through the soaked cotton. Once the fabric can’t stretch anymore, he pulls back out and feels for your clit. He finds the spot and applies just enough pressure to make you squirm.
“That’s my girl,” Chan hums.
His gaze hasn’t left your face. It’s like he forgot someone else is there at all. Like it’s only you two on the bed, business as usual.
Your boyfriend hooks his thumb under your panties and moves them to the side to touch you. He runs his thumb down the length of your opening, parting your lips to feel inside of you where he can.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Chan whispers. “How many fingers, how fast.”
The hand on your stomach moves to your cheek and caresses it softly. He shifts his weight on the bed so his face can follow, too. Chan sweetly kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips.
“You have me in the palm of your hand, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He breathes into your mouth, his lips only inches from yours when he speaks. You’d love to answer him, but your brain’s all fuzzy and your tongue wants to taste his teeth.
Hands go to his neck to keep him close while your lips press into his. He somehow knows exactly what you want — he always does — and parts his lips for you. Your tongue runs along the backside of his teeth, then the front, before you close his top lip between your teeth. His tongue joins yours then, and you spend what feels like forever just savoring each other and pouring every ounce of affection into each kiss.
Eventually, he pulls away with a smile spread across his swollen lips. He beams down at you, then turns to Jeongin.
“So, like I said…” he starts. “For something like this, you want to be soft, romantic. Listen to your partner’s body, and do what they like.”
Chan resumes his vertical strokes between your legs and faces you again.
“Most of it is about the buildup, right honey? I haven’t even stuck a finger in you yet.”
“He’s right,” you answer. “He always says such pretty words, sometimes I finish before we even get started.”
Chan smiles wide at your compliment.
“So, we’ve covered foreplay. Now, let’s get to fingering,” Chan says, slipping right back into his insightful teacher role. He lightly tugs on your shorts and continues: “Baby, do you mind?”
“Nope, go ahead.”
“Ok, lift up for me.”
He gently slides your shorts and underwear down your legs and tosses them to the floor. One hand gently rests on your upper thigh while the other settles on your lower abdomen.
“Before you do anything else here, you want to make sure she’s wet enough,” Chan explains. “If you did the first part right, you should be fine, but it’s important to check before doing anything too quickly or roughly.”
Your boyfriend positions a finger at your entrance and looks at you.
“Ready?”
“Mhm,” you reply softly.
One long, bony finger gently slides inside of you and traces circles around your walls.
“This isn’t a great example because she gets really wet — you saw her shorts,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “But this is a good way to check and see what she’s ready for. Here, you try.”
Chan removes his finger and gestures for Jeongin to use his instead.
“You sure?” he asks nervously. “I don’t wanna…”
“You won’t fuck it up. You didn’t fuck it up last time either,” you speak softly. “How else are you gonna learn, Innie?”
“Ok…”
He speaks hesitantly, but his finger is inside you within seconds. His are even longer than Chan’s and how deep he can reach with minimum effort comes as a surprise, but a good one this time.
You inhale deeply and close your eyes as Jeongin starts to move that finger in and out slowly.
“Good, now go in a circle. That’ll help you gauge how much more you can stretch her right now,” Chan instructs.
Innie does as he’s told and a smirk spreads across his lips.
“I think she’s ready for another,” he says.
“Go ahead then,” Chan urges.
Another long finger slides inside you, and he keeps them pressed together as he moves in and out. A minute or two passes with the same motion, and Chan must see the blank expression on your face, so he offers to help.
“So, now it’s about the technique,” he says, placing a hand on Jeongin’s wrist. “You want to rotate your hand and use your fingers to reach the good spots.”
“The good spots?” Jeongin asks.
“That varies by person, unfortunately,” Chan answers. “Just have to mess around and practice on your partner ‘til you figure out their weaknesses. For example…”
Chan tightens his grip on Innie’s wrist and pulls his hand back a little.
“Bend your fingers,” he instructs.
The younger boy’s fingers are so long, he can’t help but stretch your walls apart when he bends them inside you.
“Ok, now keep them like that…”
Chan slowly directs Jeongin’s fingers forward and back, keeping an eye on your face to determine when he — or Innie, more like — is close. And when you take a soft, sharp breath in, he knows he’s got you.
“And now we add a little rotation…”
He pushes and pulls and twists Innie’s wrist like he’s playing the world’s most gentle round of Bop It.
“Oh…”
That one breathy word brings a huge smile to your boyfriend’s face.
“There, you got it,” he says to Innie, continuing to work his friend’s wrist to make you moan and sigh.
“And when you get more acquainted with their… uh… anatomy, you can target it more,” Chan continues. “May I…?”
He releases his hold on Innie’s wrist and patiently waits his turn. Jeongin slides his fingers out and sits them in his lap delicately, like he’s not sure what to do with them now that they’re covered in you. But you’re not too worried about that, because Chan’s fingers are back inside you now, and he’s rubbing and applying perfect pressure to that spot…
“Oh fuck…” you moan a little louder this time, and he just continues with a determined look on his face.
“I can get her to finish like this, or I could toss in some other techniques…” Chan muses, then pushes down gently on the stubbled skin above your pubic bone. “This increases pressure inside, making her feel more… full, I guess? Is that right, baby?”
“Ahuh, sure,” you answer quickly between sharp breaths.
Your eyes are mostly closed, but you can still see Chan’s confident smirk and watch Innie slowly slide his wet fingers into his mouth when he thinks you’re not looking. Something to tease him for later.
“And, of course,” Chan says, “don’t forget about her clit.”
He adds a third finger and rotates his hand so his palm is at an angle. He places his thumb on your most sensitive area and adjusts so he can press on the little nub directly.
“If you want to keep pressure here, you can’t pull out as far,” he explains. “That’s when you really focus on massaging her g-spot so you can keep your hand steady on her clit.”
He demonstrates with the same level of determination he showed earlier, even biting his lip this time. Jeongin is absolutely entranced next to him.
“And if you’re ready for the grand finale, and you’re comfortable with it, a little dirty talk never hurt anyone…” Chan trails off as he lowers his head down to yours once again, lips pressing softly against the edge of your ear.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers so only you can hear and increases the pace of his little circles and thrusts.
Your simple “y-yes” is barely audible and sandwiched between moans.
“I love your little sounds. You make the most beautiful noises for me, baby,” he hums as he gently bites your earlobe. “I can’t wait to make you scream later.”
“Chan… I…” you barely manage to utter and open your eyes to signal to your boyfriend that you’re almost there.
And just past him, looking entirely enthralled, sits Jeongin. His hand is gently rubbing your calf again, but you see it before you feel it. It’s like every nerve in your body relocated to between your thighs, and they’re all ticking time bombs.
“I know you’re close, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me, baby,” Chan praises as he continues his work and uses his free hand to stroke your hair. “Come for me.”
And you do. Gently, but loudly. Your body manages to remain still for the most part, but your chest rises and falls erratically while your moans and sighs fight for release against your lungs that desperately need oxygen.
You grip a handful of Chan’s hair and pull, and he just giggles and lets you guide his head to your chest. He listens to your heart pound with a sweet smile on his face as you ride this out.
The high doesn’t last too long, and aside from a tiny ringing in your ears, you’re back to normal in under 30 seconds. You open your eyes again to see the two of them staring down at you before Chan turns his attention to Jeongin.
“So, there you have it. Any questions?”
The younger boy looks like he’s doing math in his pretty head as he speaks: “… no, not right now.”
You can’t help but laugh at his bewilderment. It’s like he just saw a magic trick.
“Well, if you don’t mind then,” Chan says, facing you again. “I’m about to start my masterclass, so…”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” Jeongin answers, snapping out of the trance and standing up from the edge of the bed. “Thank you, thank you both.”
He turns and heads for the door as your boyfriend leans down to kiss your lips and pull the comforter up over you. The two of them meet where the bedroom becomes the hallway and Chan opens the door.
“Let me know if you have any questions after you… practice,” he says with an exaggerated wink.
“Oh, I will,” Innie replies and steps into the hallway. As he heads back to the common space, Chan swears he hears him mumble, “Seungmin’s gonna lose his mind…”
Your boyfriend slowly closes and locks the bedroom door and pads back toward the bed.
“I think our little lesson is about to become big news,” Chan says as he slides into bed next to you.
“Honestly, that’s fine,” you answer sweetly. “I’m sure whoever they sleep with will thank us later.”
Chan shifts to lie on his side and wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles widely at you, displaying those gorgeous dimples.
“Guess we should practice our material for the next class then, yeah?” he whispers as he slides his hand down once again.
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strayklds · 9 months
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JEONGIN for DAZED KOREA
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chrisbangs · 10 months
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S-Class 3rd Win Music Bank :: 230609
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letoscrawls · 2 months
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Birthday boy Jeongin!!!!!!!
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mysteriousz · 5 months
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4/∞ SKZ | <樂-STAR> 'Leave' Stage Video
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yxngbxkkie · 6 months
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i seem to be having some writers block 😭 or no motivation 😭 but, i did make some moodboards today of a future idea i have for a mini series similar to the street racing one 🫢
maybe a little... hogwarts au 👀
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muchalucha91 · 14 days
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My favorite skz hair colors/styles (the correct answer is all of the colors and styles lol but these are my faves)
Best Leader 🐺
Red/black + this style🫠
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I also really like him in orange with this style
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Cat Dad 🐰
Purple purple purple purple purple💜😳💜
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Dwekki 🐷 🐰
Silverrrrrrr🥵
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The Artist 🥟
RED (💀his shirt💀)
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And I know he doesn’t like it, but he looks so amazing with longer hair 😫
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Quokka 🐿️
I’m sorry if this is boring but I really love this look. It’s so 90’s Hollywood/boy band heartthrob and it just suits him.😍
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Literal Sunshine 🐤
I literally gasped when I saw this for the first time. He looks so dynamic!🤩
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And I know the color lady said he shouldn’t wear blues but I think he looks great with blue hair🥺💙💙💙
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The Embodiment of Mischief 🐶
Purple is also a good color for him, though I think I like more that it’s styled off his face.💜😍💜
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Baby Bread 🦊
Whiiiiite 🤍
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And I LOVE this style on him (he also looks amazing with black hair)❤️‍🔥
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Anyway, these are just my opinions, they're all gorgeous no matter the color/style.🖤😍🖤
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yesenia-suarez · 5 days
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Momento de apreciar lo lindo que es Jeongin 🦊✨
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heavenlydollah · 6 months
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THE Yang Jeongin for Alexander McQueen…off to attend fashion week in Paris!
Can’t begin to express just how proud I am of our maknae. Our sweet Jeongin!
pc: wwcandycane0208 on twt
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hyunpic · 10 months
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minchanlove · 2 months
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my sweetheart, how gorgeous he is 😩. I was already missing him and now he appeared in bubble with this beautiful photo, I love you Chan
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chanstopher · 2 years
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put these in the louvre
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saycaty · 7 months
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@ i.2.n.8 on instagram .
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do not repost .
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club-cheongyang · 2 months
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minbinchan · 10 months
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IN cover of Ken Hirai's 瞳をとじて from the Osaka encore concert Day 2 <3
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