#queued; making music with chan

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 9 - Lee Chan

Authors note - day 9! This was supposed to be day 8 but I didn’t finish it in time sooo day 9 it is! As always I hope you enjoy and please comment or ask any questions or feedback.

Warnings - smut (minors dni), mirror sex, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, praise, sweat.

The doors were heavy as you trailed through the hybe corridors, arms laden down with heavy bags. You had stocked yourself up with drinks, snacks and other food before heading to the practise room, knowing it was the best way to make sure you would be allowed to stay.

They had been practising long hours, your time with your boyfriend suffering because of it, but today was the last scheduled day of practises for a week, and so you decided to pay them a visit.

You could hear the deep bass through the walls before even opening the door, the music blaring from speakers all over the room. You entered quietly, watching as your boyfriend critiqued his members, pointing out small details that had been missed. He had a knack for noticing the small things- most people wouldn’t notice the mistakes, but to Dino they stood out like a sore thumb.

They needed perfection, and so that is what they would have. The hours and hours of practise would all be for nothing if they made big mistakes while performing, and they all knew this.

As he caught sight of you in the mirror, his firm gaze turned softer, immediately heading in your direction. He grabbed the bags from your hands, passing them on to whoever was closest as he pulled you in for a hug.

‘Hey baby. What are you doing here?’ He asked, surprised to see you. The other members helped themselves to the various treats within the bags, a small chorus of thank yous ringing out from behind Dino.

‘I wanted to see you, I’ve missed you’ you said, a small pout on your lips as you played with the bottom hem of his top.

‘We’re almost done here but I’ve gotta stay late - I’ve got a new danceology choreography I’ve been working on and they want to film next week I need to work on some details.’ He rambled on, running his hands through his hair as he spoke.

‘Babe, it’s fine. I can go if you want or I can stay and keep you company? Entirely up to you.’

‘Keep me company. Please?’ His lips were soft as he kissed you, a gentle peck before running back to his members, ready to run through their choreography one more time.

You took a seat in front of the mirrors, watching as they worked through the routine, in awe at their movements and synchronicity as they moved. By the end of the song, they were all swearing, reaching for the drinks you had bought them and gathering their things, more than ready to leave.

‘Chan-ah, you’re staying behind right?’ Seungcheol asked, rounding up the rest of the members.

‘Yeah I won’t be too long though. And y/n is keeping me company’ he said with a smile, a small wink thrown in your direction. As the other boys left, Dino queued the music on the speakers, running through his choreography a few times as a refresher before hitting play. You watched him, following his body lines with your eyes as you admired his movements.

He was an incredible dancer, and you were once again awed by his talent and skill. He ran through the choreography multiple times, editing small details with every practise. Soon enough, his top was sheer with sweat, his breathing ragged.

You stood as he grabbed a water break, walking up behind him, your hands on his waist as he stood. You lifted his shirt slightly, running your fingers over his toned back as you leaned on him.

‘You’re doing so well baby. You’re so talented’ you said, kissing gently between his shoulder blades as his eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirrors. You took a step back as he spun around to stand before you, your hands pulled away from the fabric of his top as he lifted it over his head. You were slightly shocked, and on instinct turned your head around the room, scared someone might see.

‘It’s fine princess, it’s only us here’ he said, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you close. His lips met yours, his kiss soft but firm, his hands trailing over your body as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. His tongue explored your mouth, pulling whines from your throat as he broke your kiss.

‘Come on’ he said, pulling your hand in his as he walked toward the mirrors. He positioned you, stood perfectly before the mirrors, your back to his chest as he kissed along your neck, his fingers teasing at your waist. ‘Look how perfect you are y/n’ he said, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You tried to look away, his fingers quickly finding your jaw to hold your gaze on the mirrors.

‘Don’t look away. Not even for a second’ he said, quickly pulling your clothes from your body. You felt exposed, the vast space of the practise room making your hairs stand on end. Yet you loved the goosebumps that appeared on your arms, loved the thrill of being so exposed.

You watched in the mirror as your boyfriend kissed along your body, worshipping every inch of skin as he moved further and further down. Soon, his hands were on your core, his fingers slipping easily inside as he felt how turned on you were. It was incredible how much you were affected by him, especially here, now.

You moaned quietly, eyes meeting his in the mirror as he added another finger, slowly working you open as you stood, bared for him.

‘That’s it baby’

‘So fucking beautiful’

His praise was endless, filling your head as your knees grew weak. Your hands grasped onto any bit of Dino you could reach, your firm grip and moans the only warning he got before you came undone before him. Your legs were shaking, his grip on you the only thing keeping you upright.

He kissed along your body once more, trailing his kisses up your body as he whispered praises to you, finally reaching your neck. His hands were firm on your hips, pulling your ass back slightly as he liked himself up with your entrance.

His moans in your ear had your knees weakening once again, leaning yourself forward to rest your hands on the mirror infront of you as he began to chase his high. His movements were deep, and fast, steadily chasing his pace but not quite frantic yet. His hands trailed through your hair, tugging it back to watch you in the mirror. The two of you watched as your body’s met, mesmerised by the sight.

His praises flooded the room as he he reached his high, his arms tight around you as he filled you up.

‘Fuck y/n.’

You watched in the mirror as you each caught your breath, Dino pulling away from you as he moved to grab some tissues. The room smelt of sweat and sex, and you were lucky no one else would be in this room for a few days.

#kpop smut #kinktober #kpop kinktober #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino smut

[farfromsugafanfic]

hi lovely, hope ur ok :) can I request skz reacting to their s/o being a metalhead? It's okay if you don't do it <3

SKZ Reaction To Their SO Being A Metalhead

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for the request! I had no idea I had requests coming in as I most often check Tumblr on my phone and idk but it just didn't allow me to see them there. I'm slowly going to work through them :) I'm currently working on a cross-country move and preparing for grad school. Things might be sporadic, but I'm going to try and get most of the requests done.

Chan:

As expected, he's perfectly supportive. He listens to some metal himself, but certainly wouldn't consider himself a metalhead. He'd add a few of your favorite songs to his playlist and he'd keep an eye on any metal concerts coming to town. He would probably end up getting weirdly inspired, possibly even write a metal song just to make you smile. If it makes his SO happy, it makes Chan happy.

Minho:

He'll likely tease you a bit. However, you will also come home to merch folded neatly on your bed with a small note on top. Minho wouldn't mind if you listened to metal sometimes, even if he wasn't necessarily a fan himself. Though, he will jokingly create choreography for one of the songs you listen to most which never failed to make both of you break out into giggles.

Changbin:

Oops, you just inadvertently introduced Changbin to his new favorite gym music. Like Chan, the producer side of him listens to the technical aspects of the music and may even get a bit nerdy and explain them to you. He grows to be a casual fan and will definitely go to shows with you or listen to the newest album with you. And, of course, the two of you will regularly work out to a perfectly curated metal workout playlist.

Hyunjin:

For Hyunjin, this is an opposites attract sort of situation. It's not that he doesn't respect the music, it's just not his style. He has a few songs he likes, but ultimately it's just not for him. However, he loves seeing you get so excited and passionate about it. Hyunjin doesn't mind if you talk to him about the latest release or an upcoming concert. Perhaps the two of you will open each other up to new music.

Jisung:

Low key, he finds it hot. He tries to hide just how hot he finds it, but it's not difficult to tell. Jisung's favorite thing about you is how you have such as sweet, cute face, but your headphones are blasting metal. The juxtaposition was part of what drew him to you in the first place. Jisung tries to keep up on the latest news so he can talk to you about it and even buys a couple of metal band T-shirts for himself just so you will steal them.

Felix:

Honestly, Felix is pretty chill about it. At one point, he'll use his deep voice to mimic one of the songs and it then became a game to see if he could repeat parts of the song back to you. Normally, it started off with you being impressed and ended with a blushy Felix and the two of you giggling. Like Chan, he'll go to shows with you and loves to spoil you with merch and metal related gifts.

Seungmin:

Indifferent--or at least--it seems like he's indifferent. Seungmin never really showed interest in the music genre himself, but he did know you liked it and would subtly find ways to include it within your relationship and everyday life. He probably has some sort of spreadsheet that lists your favorite bands, songs, etc. He wants to make sure he gets everything right. Also, stalks your Spotify so he can add some of your favorite songs to joint playlists.

Jeongin:

Like Minho, he might tease you a bit, but ultimately it makes him all smiley and blushy when you get excited about it. Asks you to take him to a concert/show him your favorite album because he wants to learn more about the things you like/love. Also, get ready to up your metalhead style. Jeongin might even have a metal style Pinterest board queued up and will help you live your best metalhead life in style.

#skz #stray kids #fanfic #fanfiction #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #skz mtl #skz preferences #reactions skz #stray kids scenarios #farfromsuga #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop reactions #skz reaction #stray kids reaction

[iluvchanniesposts]

pranks & paybacks

lee!minho

ler!chan

requested by: @satans-beloved-riv

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the beat of the music filled the studio as the boys got into their positions. they were filming the choreography for their track “miroh”, but minho and hyunjin had something else planned.

beforehand, the director had taken them away from the group and instructed them to play a prank. said prank consisted of them dancing like maniacs instead of doing the choreography. minho being the devilish one he is, he was quick to abide and do as the director said.

“3,2,1!” the camera lady shouted before queuing the music. all of them moved in sync to felix’s deep, luxurious vocals.

changbin’s rap part came on, the lead up to the beat drop, and as they positioned for the main dance part, a cheeky grin plastered upon minhos face. tensions were high as their serious personas filled the room, apart from two.

“stray kids, woo!” they all shouted in unison as they danced ferociously to the upbeat tune. minho opted on waving his arms around crazily and doing lots of body rolls, whereas hyunjin stuck to a part of the choreography for a while before copying minho.

their confused faces made him laugh even more, causing him to collapse onto the floor into a fit of laughter. “hyung, what’s happening?” seungmin questioned with weak dance moves as he lost focus watching minho fling his body around.

“why is he acting like a fish?” jeongin pointed out, laughing along with him.

the dance almost came to an end, sweat beads flying everywhere as they came to their finishing stances.

“haha! get pranked.” minho and hyunjin laughed in their faces and high fived, running away to the managers car to head home.

“thank god we’re not sharing a car with chan, did you see the look on his face?” hyunjin laughed into his hand as minho nodded his head. some would say he was scared, but some would also say he was way too stubborn to admit that.

both cars pulled up into the driveway, and minho made sure to enter the house before chan did to get a head start. he knew for a fact that he was in trouble literally by looking at chan’s face.

“minho, you’re not going anywhere!” the leader laughed and chased him humorously as minho trampled into the house in a fit of giggles. “yes i am!” he replied cutely, just about making the turn for the stairs before chan grabbed him.

“no, you’re coming with me.” everyone crowded round and watched as minho laid over chan’s shoulder, being placed onto the sofa on his stomach as chan straddled his lower back. “no! i’m sorry, it wasn’t my idea!” he begged pointlessly, but was too late.

chan had already dug his fingers into minho’s back ribs, earning a few shrieks and strained laughs from the poor boy. he could barely form a coherent sentence, let alone push chan off of him. he was trapped, laying on his stomach with his arms tucked under his chest.

“this is what you get for being a little shit!” the elder laughed as his fingers pinched up and down his sides. all minho could do was lay there and take it, trying to guard his sides with his elbows but failing pathetically.

“yahah! it wasn’t just my idea HAHAH!” he babbled out hysterically whilst chan’s fingers worked their way up to minhos upper ribs. his face was pushed into the sofa, unable to lift his head from being so weak. the rest of the members stood there laughing, telling him how he deserved it for ruining the choreography.

his sweet and gleeful giggles filled the air with absolute joy. he was loving it, but so didn’t want to admit it.

“hm, this isn’t enough. wait-,” chan spoke before flipping minho onto his back. he was still straddled, but just now facing up.

“look at that cute little belly. you know what? i’m kinda hungry,” chan shrugged before lifting minho’s shirt a little.

“nohohoho. no plehehease!” his laughter fell silent as he shook his head weakly. there was nothing he could do with changbin holding his arms down.

“i want ittttt.” chan sung in a teasing tone before lowering his face to minho’s stomach but not actually doing anything. the anticipation had him screaming and squirming, sucking his tummy in to get away from chan.

“i’m gonna get itttt.” he parroted, this time actually blowing a huge raspberry onto the skin below his bellybutton.

“NAAAA HAHAHAHA STOP!” his pleads went unheard as chan took another deep breath, rippling it all on his stomach as he blew like a trumpet.

“I CAHAHANT! HEAR ME OUT!” he protested, finally bucking chan’s face from his stomach.

“you have five seconds to speak…” chan warned, raising a perfect brow.

“okay. hyunjin was in on it too!”

“is that true?” chan looked at hyunjin, who’s colour rushed from his face, with a knowing look. he suddenly wasn’t laughing anymore, instead darting upstairs to get away from chan.

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #bang chan #lee minho #stray kids minho #tickle #hwang hyunjin #ler #tickle fic

[gamersalad]

Nuclear Throne - We have to reach.. the Nuclear Throne!

Ever wanted an arcade twist towards your usual post-apocalyptic games? A game that keeps the action while not having to invest in too much of the world. What about a twist of Soul Knight that doesn’t heat up 2010s phones? A game that you can carry around for when PLDT doesn’t make your money’s worth.

FLÄSHYN!

Look no further with Nuclear Throne, an indie roguelite shoot-em’-up game that comes in just megabytes, but keeps you aiming for more. It was created by Vlambeer, a Dutch studio consisting of Jan Willem Nijman and Rami Ismail, with major contributors like Paul Veer for readable character design, Justin Chan for engaging promotional art and Jukio Kallio for the world-building music. Opening its gameplay to the world in March 2013, it slowly reached its way to becoming a staple indie, living long enough to be recognized and ported for the Nintendo Switch in 2019, and the XBox One in 2021.

The game starts off after an apocalypse that changed the world more than ended 99.99% of it. Let’s start with the original five characters of its Beta version, who I’ll have to introduce to give you a taste of how much more Nuclear Throne and its fans have.

Before his mutation, Fish was a normal cop of the Inter-Dimensional Police Department; an agency and opposition that fears the Nuclear Throne’s power.

A sentient Crystal surpasses her ancestors. Being family-oriented, she wants the Throne for her kind to flourish.

Eyes can’t really speak, not even with the universe’s fictional language ‘Trashtalk’, so no-one really knows him. He seems to be an avid fan of movies, though.

A pessimistic skeleton of Melting flesh that can explode dead enemies in compensation for his measly health.

And lastly, there is Plant, a genocidal venus flytrap that keeps a primal sense of carnage on its way to the Throne.

These characters join up and gather around a campfire, queuing for their attempt of reaching what everyone in the roster perceives as salvation from the post-apocalyptic wicked. They find new survivors, taking them in to have them wait in refuge, or cooperate through the wasteland. And maybe sometimes, taking further steps with Crowns filled with various misfortunes to weigh them down for the brag. All these and more, with cursed weapons, golden ones, malformed mutants, and allied ones. Simple, right?

As a game made from GameMaker Studio, modding the game to seemingly extend this lore is relatively easier than most games you know. The only catch is, it’s not as popular as most games you know. But it’s not all bad! There is a plethora of mods to indulge in, solo or with friends. Within itch.io’s collection stands out ‘Nuclear Throne Together’, a mod that integrates mod-loading and local and network multiplayer. With Vlambeer’s peaceful shutdown during their 10th anniversary on September 2, 2020, modders have slowly continued adding content for you to check back in every once in a while.

Personally, this game was my kickstarter to applying game sense into real life, such as starting from scratch to thinking between game-changing abilities (yes, college). It got me into my own zone and even stayed with me in old doodles and a soap sculpting assignment from 2019. It kept me up my feet with how each character held diversity, the right way, and fought adversity, going for broke for what is and is no longer at stake.

With all that said, I suggest you grab your Shovel and dig through the relic of roguelite instead of a mere article. Who knows? Maybe you will also feel like ‘Kings and Queens of Wasteland’ (by Jukio Kallio.)

KFO LN'IM, VE'Ö.

Happy trails and salads, from Angelo!

KHA FLÄISUM!

Wanna give Nuclear Throne a chance? It's up on Steam for gamers to play with! YOOO!!!

🎮—————🥗

Post by Angelo M. Biscarra

#indie #arcade #indiegame #indiegames #shootemup #gamedev #gamemakerstudio #vlambeer #8bit #pixelart #roguelite #rpg #pixels

[chrisbangs]

Countdown to Jeongin’s Day 2021 ♡ (D-21)

Favourite I.N Stages

#jeongin #yang jeongin #i.n #stray kids #skz #foryjn #createskz #inday21 #flashing tw #simply cannot stand a thing i make anymore heh <3 i feel dead inside #i feel like i should give up on this but i am also kinda ready to kms if i do that u kno <3 whhehhhehewhhhwh #okay . #queued; making music with chan #*gifs #*m

[neo-shitty]

if i fall — b.c

excerpt. "so i walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, i was drizzle and she was a hurricane.” - john green, looking for alaska

pairings. bang chan x female reader

genre. fluff, hurt/comfort, high school!au, prom!au :(

warnings + notes. no warnings for this one and here, have a REALLY slow song to slow dance to.

word count. 2.9k

Chan saw you for the first time that night in the crowd, drifting past people in a wisp of black and glitter—a stark contrast to the bright, pastel hues all around you. 

His eyes followed you as you weaved through the crowd, bee-lining for the exit at the opposite end of the grand hall. Chan glanced over to his laptop, squinting at the content of the dim screen. At the bottom right corner was the list of all the songs people requested. The night wasn’t that young anymore, the party had started hours ago. Most of the lively people who had been on the dance floor were either munching on what was left of the buffet dinner or chatting with an acquaintance. There was more or less an hour left of the dance before they were rounded up for the coronation of prom king and queen. Judging from the screen full of songs, Chan had queued enough to keep the speakers blaring even without him manning the disk jockey’s table. 

He stepped away from the podium, taking one final look at the setup before hopping off the elevated stage and onto the vinyl floor of the school gym. He made his way through the crowd like you did, slipping (and barely fitting) through gaps between balloon gowns and men in black. On his way out he had to shake hands and give high-fives, give half-hugs and decline song requests. Even with his head hung low in a desperate attempt to avoid attention, people still flocked to him as he went.

By the time Chan made it to the double-door exit, he was worried that he had already lost. He pressed his palm flat against the heavy door, pushing it just enough to let himself through. Right by the doors of the school gym stood a singular speaker, booming the same music that played inside into the empty landscape. A few familiar faces stood by the steps, some staying in their own bubble while others spared a second to nod at him in acknowledgment. 

The campus wasn’t as dark as he imagined it to be. The pathways were illuminated by small garden lights spaced evenly on the side, shining down on the maroon floor with just the right brightness to show him the way. The uneven bricks hit one another as he walked over them, shifting to wherever he put his weight and bumping the next block with a clonk. The hums of cicadas echoed in the night, slowly overpowering the music as he walked further away from the gym. In the distance, he could see bits of light flickering in and out of focus across the vast expanse of the school field but he couldn’t see you.

She couldn’t have gone far now, could she? He wondered.

Fortunately for Chan, he was right. You weren't a fast walker, but you had out of the ordinary choices that never failed to keep him surprised and amused. Tonight's choice was to veer off the lit up path and into off-limits school territory. 

As he looked around, he caught movement in his periphery. Of course, you had to be nowhere near where you should be. Chan followed absent-mindedly, crossing over linked chains that were clearly there to keep the site off limits. He pushed the interlinked gate aside and walked into the pool’s perimeter. He’d never been to the school pool this late at night before. The cottages were empty and the showers were devoid of the boisterous laughter from the students playing around. For a moment Chan wondered how he would react if he heard a laugh now. A chill ran down his spine, making him shiver even when it wasn’t cold out tonight. He shoved the thought away as he climbed the steps up to the swimming pool and on the top he found you.

You had your back turned to him as you walked down the bank of the swimming pool. The gown you wore wasn’t as puffy as the others Chan had encountered earlier. It was a simple black off-shoulder dress with gold flowers sewn onto the velvet fabric, just the right length to cover your feet but not enough to send your tripping every few steps. Underneath the moonlight, you seemed to glow faintly with the rays bouncing off the pleats of your dress. Your footsteps were heavy against the pool coping, sounding more like thuds than the clicks Chan had gotten used to hearing inside the gym. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” His voice sounded louder than he anticipated, nearly startling you off the platform. Chan’s adrenaline coursed at the sight of you momentarily losing balance, darting closer with one enormous stride before you steadied yourself. “Sorry,” the boy muttered.

You turned and glared at him. It was nothing beyond your normal reaction to foreign things (people), furrowed eyebrows and a scowl, but Chan found himself staring anyway. It wasn’t everyday that he saw earrings dangling off your ears or jewelry glinting by your neck. You looked different, felt different. Maybe it was the moonshine doing it’s mysterious wonders.

“I thought so too,” you answered, turning your attention back to the pool. The water rippled as a gentle breeze passed. “But Changbin couldn’t handle coming here alone. The spoiled brat paid for everything; hair, make-up, gown.”

“Heels?”

You grinned, pulling your skirt up to reveal the shoes that hid beneath the layers of cloth. “Boots,” you announced proudly. 

The boy chuckled at your antics. He stepped up onto the coping, unsure whether to continue closing the distance or stay where he stood. He settled with the latter. 

Chan’s eyes followed yours, eyeing the clear water of the swimming pool. The moonlight seeped through the water, illuminating parts of the floor. A mosaic of shadows and light rippled over the liquid surface repetitively. He didn’t get what you found so interesting about light physics on the water but between staring into it and staring at you for too long, he’d gladly choose the former. At least that didn’t get him flustered and at a loss for words.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, the million-won question hanging in the air between you for seconds on end. He wondered why you preferred walking out here in the middle of a chilly night, kicking rocks off the side of the swimming pool when you could’ve been inside the gymnasium, specifically somewhere on the dance floor and preferably with him.

You sighed, the type you let out in defeat. With nothing but silence preceding your conversation, Chan had nothing to draw conclusions out of. “Just,” you pursed your lips, “just needed a bit of fresh air.” You turned to Chan, “Do you want to go back?”

Chan shook his head a little too fast. He hoped you mistook it for negligence of his DJ responsibilities instead of something else. “We can just stay here if you want,” he suggested. “If you want me to stay, anyway.”

“You can stay, Chan.”

You said it so softly Chan wasn’t sure if he was still talking to the same person. Your voice was quiet, gentle as the breeze that nipped against his bare skin. He had seen rooms full of people fall silent under your command, on par with a thunderclap whenever you were seething with anger (which was most of the time). He never thought he’d see you in a state so far from what everyone else was used to. You were still you; a thunderstorm who shot streaks of lightning towards anyone who dared to get too close. You held a well full of secrets behind the glaze of your dark stormy eyes but tonight you were tranquil—a hurricane stripped of its most violent winds. Chan felt like he was standing in the center of it all, in the eye of a storm where the drizzles were light and the air was calm.

You turned on your heel, boots scraping against the rough surface of the coping as you walked over to him. “Did you follow me here? Weren’t you busy with the music?”

“No,” Chan blurted out, all the more sounding defensive. “Yeah, kinda. I had a lot of songs on queue though, everything should be fine.” He explained as you walked closer, watchful for any shift in your stoic expression. He was afraid of weirding you out.

Nothing fazed you at this point. The boy always had a knack for showing up at the most random of times; sometimes too late, other times too early, and often not at all. Somewhere down the line you stopped expecting anything.

You halted right in front of him. “Why'd you follow me here?” you inquired, staring up at Chan.

He felt his throat tighten when he met your gaze. Why did he follow you here? His mind took him back to the moment of elation the second his eyes found your familiar figure waltzing across the room. The gym was dim and the only lights illuminating the room flickered on and off to the beat of the song he played through the speakers. Chan thought he was just seeing things until you turned to look behind you, facing his direction for a brief moment as you talked to another person. He felt his heart knock against his ribcage, his stomach diving straight into the depths. Suddenly he wasn’t so thrilled about manning the DJ’s table for the rest of the night. If he were honest, he was getting tired of seeing couples enjoy the songs he played for them while he stood upfront partnerless and a tad-bit envious. 

When you announced your lack of interest towards the event everyone couldn’t stop talking about, Chan wasn't the only one who was disappointed. The dance was one of the last events your friends spent together before splitting up for college. Everyone hoped for a complete photo for the books (preferably one where everyone looked decent, hence during prom night). Yet your decision never wavered, even when they were practically begging you to change your mind for once. It was ironic how Chan had been the one to tell them off, even when he wanted you there just as much as the next person did. So when his eyes happened upon you in the crowd, his first instinct was to follow you until he finally ended up here.

Chan raked his mind for any excuse that didn’t involve him having to leave his heart on his sleeves. “You were the only one I haven't danced with yet.” And now you’d think he danced with literally everyone else in the hall except you. Great. It wasn’t the truth, of course, but with how your mind worked, Chan wouldn’t be surprised if you teased him about it.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Were you saving the best for last?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “Or did you just ‘Oh shit, I haven't danced with _____ yet’ at the last second when you saw me walk out?”

He was dying to tell you he wanted to dance with you the whole night. Watching pairs drift past him for a notable fraction of his night made him wish he had someone to share the somber moment with too.

“Definitely not the latter.” Chan offered his hand. He stared at his empty palm for long, noticing the quiver of his fingertips as he awaited your approval. 

You were warm; the feeling spread across his cold hand when you took it in yours. The skin you touched tingled, rippling on the skin beneath his suit and shooting straight for his brain. You tugged him closer, your other palm resting lightly on his right shoulder. Slowly, you swayed your bodies to the tune of the distant music.

Chan’s hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer than you already were. The gap between you disappeared. He was losing grasp of his own thoughts, feeling them empty down the drain of his mind. All he could think about was you and the (utter lack of) distance between your bodies. Were you really slow dancing by the pool in the middle of the night with the moon as your spotlight? 

He hummed the song’s tune to stay in beat, swaying with the gentle wind that rustled the leaves around you. His gaze was fixated on the girl in front of him, in disbelief that you were right where you were at that moment. He lifted your other hand up to his shoulder and felt it find its way to its pair, reuniting and intertwining behind his neck. Then he rested his hand on your waist, light as a feather so as not to weigh down what might have been an already heavy dress.

“What are you looking at?”

Chan snapped back into focus and found himself looking back at a familiar pair of dark brown eyes that were staring right at him. Under the moonlight, they seemed to twinkle. Your eyebrows weren’t knitted together, they were far apart and free of creases in between. Your mouth didn’t twist into a frown, your teeth weren’t gritted. Seeing you in such a melancholic state was already off enough but something else still bugged him. If he wasn’t so close to you, he would’ve missed the smeared makeup at the corners of your eyes. 

“You,” Chan stuttered, “Your eyes. You always look sad when you look at me. Did I do anything wrong?”

You averted your gaze. The rest of the campus was shrouded in darkness. You could barely make out the silhouettes of the tall trees off in the distance nor the buildings with no hallways lit up. In your head, it was day time and you were running down empty corridors with the wind in your hair. You were yelling at violators and being the violator yourself. You were breaking down in front of your friends and behind the door of a locked cubicle in the girls’ comfort room. But most of the time you were laughing at some joke your friend said, smiling from ear to ear without having to worry about anything. No college applications, no life-changing decisions. The future was nothing but a dot in the distance and reality didn’t reach past the gates of the campus. Back then, everything had been so different. 

“No. It's just,” your voice cracked when you began to speak. “College is right around the corner. We’re splitting up and I don’t think I’m ready for it yet.”

Chan remained silent, still moving in tune to the song playing in the background. A part of him was relieved to know that he wasn’t the only one worried about it. Unfortunately, he also knew it was something that couldn’t easily be extinguished with white lies and reassurance. 

You withdrew your hands for a moment before you wrapped them around Chan’s torso. Chan followed, adjusting his arms around you until you were wrapped in each other’s embrace. In his arms, you found the warmth the night couldn’t give you. Even through the thick fabric of your dress, you could feel the heat of his palm rubbing against your back. You rested your head against his chest, feeling its slow rise and fall as he heaved in short, shallow breaths. For all you knew, this could be the last time you’ll feel safe and calm in a while. 

You sighed, “I wish we could stay here a little longer.”

Chan rested his chin atop your head, catching a whiff of your perfume. He wished for the same thing too; to stay in your embrace a little longer, to stay by your side for a few more weeks. This was the closest he had been to you and his first time seeing your heart bared out in the open.

“We can stay here as long as you like,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Chan thought you’d spit a snarky reply like ‘in school, dumbass’ to ruin the moment. To his surprise, you remained quiet.

He spoke too soon. A moment later, the night quieted and the song ended. Before Chan could even react, you were out of his grasp. His breath was knocked out of his lungs when your palms hit his chest, pushing him into the direction of the swimming pool. Chan staggered backwards, losing his balance before you pulled him back upright, a mischievous smile plastered on your lips for a prank well done. Gone was any trace of your melancholy, save for the makeup that left a semi-permanent mark by your eyes. It reminded Chan that even with your tough skin, you were just like him in ways only the both of you would understood.

Laughter filled the air when you saw Chan still frozen on his spot, wide-eyed and still in shock.

“And if I fall?” he taunted, but soon enough he was laughing too. You shrugged.

Fall in what? He wanted to ask himself. When he said it out loud, he wasn’t sure what he really meant it for. To fall into the pool no deeper than the one he had back home? If there was any real threat, it would be the owner of the tuxedo shop he rented his suit from. How would they react to him putting the tux into a washing machine that lacked in soap but made up for in chlorine?  

He watched as you skipped down the poolside, caught off guard when you abruptly turned your head when you noticed he wasn’t following you yet. Or to fall in love? That was, assuming that he hasn’t yet.

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[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 8

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camboy!seokmin, livestreams/camshows, dom!seokmin, masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, daddy!kink, corruption!kink. HOWDY EVERYONE, HAPPY FRIDAY!🥂 Sorry for the small schedule change but finally ch 8! 🥰🥳💕 Thank you for being so patient and understanding and thank you sooo so so much for you support always!✨ Not to spoiler but this is my last fic series update for a while since I’m gonna have a diff schedule for Oct!🥸😌 More on that tomorrow! 💕 For now, enjoy ch 8 and I’ll see you tomorrow! Have a good rest of your day! 💕💕

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“And for the lead… Lee Seokmin! Congratulations!”

The room breaks out into a small round of applause as a crimson blush washes across Seokmin’s cheeks. A shy smile painting itself onto his lips when he steps forward to accept the script.

“Thank you, everyone… I’ll do my best to make everyone proud!”

And while he’s excited about finally being recognized for his talent, in more ways than one, he can’t help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of all his side-projects he’d accepted onto his plate.

Okay, just… I’ll think about it tonight, he tell himself - trying to calm his nerves that don’t want to stop, I have time, stop worrying. The musical doesn’t start for at least a month and a half. I can have a fixed schedule, I can make it work.

A hand plants itself onto his shoulder as he gasps in shock; eyes wide as saucers as he comes face to face with Chan who smiles at him.

“Wow, hyung! Can’t say I’m surprised! You were a total shoo-in for the part! Aren’t you excited?”

Seokmin can’t help but smile back, “Yeah! I mean, I've been really busy lately so I’m… I'm a little scared but I think I’ll be okay!”

Chan squeezes his shoulder again, reassuring the older male that he’d be okay.

“Those lessons with Jihoon-hyung are really paying off, huh?”

You end up getting a part in the production team on the lighting crew - somewhat glad you weren’t handed a spot in the actual musical.

Less time worrying about lines, you mentally celebrate.

But you hear a voice calling out your name - only to find one of your professors calling for you as he jogs over.

“Yes?”

He flips through the clipboard to check everyone’s assigned roles and shoots you a glance before clicking his tongue. “I know I put you on lighting staff but I know you have a little knowledge in costuming, right?”

“Yes, I do. Why?”

“Okay,” He sighs and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s going to ask you to switch your positions, “We had someone decide to drop from costuming and they happen to be the one who has to work with Seokmin on his so… You think you’re up for the task?”

Your cheeks are warm as you contemplate your options - lips tingling to just immediately say yes because it’s Seokmin and he’s cute and nice.

“I--I mean, w-what does that entail, exactly?” You inquire; trying to calm yourself down and figure out what your new job would require you to do.

“It’s not that much, really. Just do fittings and little fixes on his costumes here and there. You’d need to meet up a few times just when we have fittings and dry rehearsals and things like that, but that’s it. Think of it as being a bit of an assistant, of sorts. You will also have a say in makeup and hair, to some extent.”

“I--” You hesitate for a moment; biting the inside of your cheek before you say ‘screw it’.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

One New Message

6:54 PM

From: Seokmin

‘Hey, just got your message! 😅 We’re on for Friday then? We can celebrate our parts in the musical! 🥳 And don’t forget, dinner’s on me! Just meet me by the cafe where we met for our project, 6PM on Friday! I’ll come pick you up from there! Can’t wait! 😃’

You get to the meeting spot earlier than expected - nerves making you overthink your walking time as you stare at the clock on your phone that reads 5:45PM.

“Oh, you’re early too, huh?” Seokmin laughs as he rounds the corner and stops right in front of you, shyly scratching his cheek as the two of you share a nervous chuckle.

“I was worried I’d be late so I just… left my place early,” You reply, “Sometimes I just get lost in my thoughts ‘n stuff and then end up taking, like, 30 extra minutes.”

Seokmin nods in agreement and gestures for you to follow him. “Oh, by the way, sorry I had you meet me here, I wasn’t sure if--if you were okay with me knowing your address so I thought this might be easier?”

You smile at his back admiring his gentlemanly manner; cheeks warm when he even runs to open the car door for you.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind either. I don’t live that far from here, to be honest. You can drop me off at my apartment if you want! I don’t think you’re… A creep, or anything.”

He chuckles before shutting the door for you and jogs over to the driver’s seat and lets himself in.

“In fairness, I didn’t even know you had a car either, Seokmin.”

“I don’t,” he replies; wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Did… Did you steal it?”

“What?! No, I just borrowed it!”

Seokmin is an absolute gentleman, is what you learn over dinner.

He pulls out your chairs for you, makes sure to let you go first and even offers to escort you to the restroom when he sees you getting up from your seat.

“No, no! It’s okay, I’ll just be gone for a second and then we can talk about you getting the lead in Xcalibur!”

You giggle before you leave Seokmin alone at the table and it takes him all of a second before he remembers he never made a notice that he wouldn’t be streaming tonight either.

“Shit, how could I forget...” He mutters, looking around before he fishes for his phone in his pocket and immediately logs into his account.

‘Sorry everyone, I won’t be streaming tonight! I know it’s short notice since it’s supposed to start in just 3 hours but I’m feeling a little under the weather so I promise to do even just a short one tomorrow night! Thank you!’

He quickly checks for any typos before he posts it to his home page; sighing in relief when it goes up. 

Just barely missing the way your phone vibrates in your bag the exact second the notice is posted.

Pocketing his phone, you show up a few seconds later and Seokmin rushes from his seat to help you back into yours.

“So tell me, Seokmin, how do you feel about your position?”

He hums at first, not knowing where to start with his whirlwind of emotions. “Nervous,” he replies laughing, “I know a lot of people thought I was a shoo-in for the part but it’s a lot of pressure. And I have a lot on my plate with, y’know, Jihoon’s vocal lessons and stuff.”

“Oh, you’re still taking those?”

“Mmhmm, I signed a contract with him that I’d be taking lessons up until next semester so… Kinda have to.” He sighs and shakes his head jokingly before reaching for his glass of water.

“How about you? Did you get a spot in the musical or production team?”

At this, you can’t help but laugh at your luck remembering you switched positions.

“Actually… Yeah, funny story, I’m actually on costuming now but.. Specifically, for you, only.”

“What!?” Seokmin chokes on his water - apologizing profusely when he gets it all over himself and the table. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that in an offended way just--just… Only for me?”

There’s a pale pink blush on his cheeks as he stares at you with wide eyes; squirming in his seat at the favoritism the professors had for him. “I’m, uh, sorry… That’s a little much, isn’t it?”

You take a second to ponder, shaking your head ‘no’ just a moment later. “Just from looking at the sketches, you have some of the more complicated costumes so they probably want just one person who can focus on that instead of multiple people at once, y’know? I kinda get it. Makeup and hair too, though.”

“Still… Just… Let me know when you want food or coffee and I’ll get it for you, okay? You’re going to be working so hard and only for me, too.”

Your cheeks burn hot at his kindness but you nod and mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ as he nods. “You really don’t have to do all that, Seokmin, it’s okay, I swear…”

“No way! You’re inconvenienced by me a second time! The first time was the paper! It’s the least I can do, honestly, ” He beams, “And we get to spend more time together! And I like spending time with you, it’s a nice change of pace from five guys always yelling and screaming into your ear too.”

The two of you share a laugh just as your food arrives at the table and you both thank the waiter before starting to pick at your meals.

“So, Seokmin, did you always want to be a theatre person? Or did you kinda just discover it?”

“Mm,” he starts - playing with his fork before responding, “I always really liked to sing, I guess. I did some child acting gigs when I was younger too, and I had a lot of people telling me I would probably be good at theatre… Guess they were right.”

“Oh, wow, guess you were made for it then, huh?”

“Haha, I suppose so! I like it and it’s fun and I’ve made a lot of good friends through it all. But how about you? We’ve been in a few theatre and art classes together but I feel like I don’t know much about you in that aspect.”

He gives you his full attention as you feel yourself start to sweat nervously with his curious gaze. “Oh, um, truth be told, at first I just wanted to see what it was like.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm, I was always more of a behind the scenes kind of person, to be honest. I liked seeing the directing and the process of how things were done - even just supporting from behind, y’know? I did apply for some smaller parts in the musical but I was kinda glad I got stuck on the production team.”

You smile genuinely at Seokmin, and for a second, he feels his heart do a backflip.

If only I had someone like her supporting me cam, he thinks, I’d probably be doing better.

Seokmin drops you home closer to 11PM - the two of you laughing about how time got away from you both.

“Sorry, sometimes I don’t know when to shut up, I guess.” He smiles sheepishly as he opens your door and lets you out. “Promise it won’t happen next time though.”

“There’s a next time?” You peer up at him innocently as he sputters.

“Oh, I--I mean, there--uh--there doesn’t have--have to be, sorry I--I just said--”

You cut him off with a giggle and Seokmin can’t help but blush under the moonlight at how cute he found the gesture.

“It’s okay! Really! Honestly, we’re probably going to be seeing each other a lot more because of the fittings and stuff so… I wouldn’t mind a next time.”

“O--okay, cool… Cool, I--I’ll… see you next time then?”

“Sounds good~!”

‘What is it when you want to make someone do bad things’

‘Name for wanting someone do do bad things’

‘Kink for when you want an innocent person do bad things’

Seokmin grimaces at his searches and makes a mental note to delete it all afterwards, but his fingers can’t stop trembling at the second wet dream he’d had of you - and this time, it’d been much different from the first.

“Corruption kink?” Muttering, he clicks on the article link and quickly reads through the paragraphs before he grimaces a second time and exits the page.

That’d been exactly how he was in his dream with you.

“Fuck, okay, maybe just---it’s just because she was quiet ‘n shy ‘n stuff. Yeah, yeah… And I was thinking about camming so it must’ve just--uh--mashed… Yeah...Okay...”

He continues to mumble to himself about it - convincing himself it was just an accident. Even if it was the second time.

“Shit, okay, I need to start my show before it gets any later…”

Seokmin bites his bottom lip as he opens up a page and title screen; unsure of what to name it as he sighs.

“Sorry…”

His fingers fly across the keyboard as he types up a title and hits enter before checking to make sure his mic and setup were fine before starting.

‘Daddy wants to try something different tonight… [Corruption Kink] [Audio Stream]’

You get the notification and click on it as soon as you can - excitement filling your body after you’d gotten last night’s cancellation notice when you got home.

b@d_dream: oh? Glad to see you’re back 😳

User8947694: daddddyyyy is home

Anonymous478583: daddy i’ve been so bad, please hurry

“Ah, I’m really sorry about last night, princess… Daddy had a lot of business to deal with, I was so swamped, “ He chuckles lowly and you feel it go straight to your core as you whine aloud. “But now daddy has time to take care of you, princess… And I know how needy you’ve been, huh?”

User78346: does daddy wanna corrupt his princess? is that why the title’s like that?

You bite your lip as you squirm in your chair; the temptation to move to your bed so you had more space becoming more appealing with the direction Dokyeom was taking it - and quickly.

“I do… I had a dream about you, princess… I dreamt that I walked in on you grinding against a pillow, crying out for me and begging me to fill you cute ‘lil pussy…” You let out a garbled whine at this - shaky fingers tapping away at your keyboard as you send Dokyeom a small donation and a message.

b@d_dream: please… tell me more… I’m getting so wet just thinking about what you’d do to me… I’m so needy right now daddy… I went on a date and he was so nice and we didn’t fuck or anything...

Seokmin lets out a shaky breath that he hopes doesn’t get caught on camera and for once, he hopes that he can get through the show without asking ‘b@d_dream’ for help.

I can do this, he tells himself, I read the article, I got this.

“Oh? My princess went to play with someone else while I was away? Tsk, do I need to punish you? Hmm? Slap your pretty ‘lil clit a few times with my cock? Or should I tease you and let you rub your cute ‘lil pussy on my cock but not put it inside, where you want me most?”

There’s a slurry of comments begging him for more and the confidence only builds as the numbers of viewers and donations go up.

“You’ve probably never had a cock inside of you that’s as big as mine though, huh, princess? All your little toys probably don’t even compare… Ah, you probably would just cum just from the head inside your tight ‘lil pussy, hmm?”

Anonymous859347: fuck im alredy cummign pleas.e….

User13489472: ive never cum tht fast before, give us more!

Anonymous98759445: youre so good at this daddy…

b@d_dream: i want you… in my pussy and my mouth, daddy…

Seokmin is giddy, on cloud nine even, knowing that he was somewhat of a natural at this.

Should I be scared? He asks himself.

“Ah, cute of you to think you could take me in your mouth already... When daddy had his fingers in your mouth, you could barely take it, princess... I don’t know if you could take my cock just yet.”

b@d_dream: fuck, make me take it daddy I'm a good girl...

Seokmin feels his cock throb and he can’t stop himself from palming his hardening cock over his sweats as he gives in.

“Are you? You went out with someone else without telling daddy~ Maybe I’ll fuck your pretty tits instead. Then you can imagine how good I’d feel inside you while I’m sliding against your skin.” 

User38497593: oh god please

User8576945: I want you to cum all over me and make a mess daddy

“Do you deserve it, princess?”

You set the vibrator to it’s maximum setting as you cry out and mentally kick yourself for ever wanting to stop listening to Dokyeom’s audio streams.

“Fuck, it’s s-so good...” You whimper, eyes clamped shut as you listen to his breathy moans - knowing he was getting off with you this time.

“My cock is so hard, princess... So much pre-cum is leaking from the tip... I wanna let you feel me, right where you want me... I’d tease your pretty ‘lil wet hole... Then drag my cock up to your clit and tease you there too. I bet you’d cum just from that, wouldn’t you, princess? Then you’d beg me for more and more until you’re the one pushing me down and trying to get my cock whenever you want.” 

Rapid cries of ‘yes’ fall from your lips as you feel yourself cum for the first time; toes curling as you grind down onto the toy underneath you. 

“I’ll turn you into my cockhungry ‘lil princess... Won’t you like that? Craving me all the time and wanting me to fill your needly ‘lil holes up with my cock?” 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy...” You whimper - making no efforts to turn the toy off as Dokyeom’s breaths only get faster. 

“Fuck, I wanna cum so bad, princess... Mm, imagine how good you’ll feel when I cum inside you for the first time too... Bet you wouldn’t even want me to pull out, huh? You can cockwarm me while I keep you plugged up and full of my cum.” 

b@d_dream: I already came daddy but I wanna cum again s o bad

User0843975: fuck me too my legs r shaking

Anonymous448739: daddy plz make us cum

“I want you to cum with me princess,” he drawls; hand tightening around his throbbing cock as his hips thrust up into his closed fist, “Want you to get loud for daddy when he covers you in cum and then next time maybe I’ll be nice enough to let you get a taste of my cock.” 

Seokmin throws his head back against the headrest of his chair - making sure he’s still within distance of his mic to catch his breathy groans. 

“And princess? If you ever go on a ‘lil date with someone else, let me know beforehand. I’ll make sure to cum in your panties so you can see him with your panties full of my fuckin’ cum.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your quivering thighs clamp shut with your hand between them - the thought of seeing Seokmin with someone else’s cum in your panties throwing you over the edge and making you orgasm a second time in only a few minutes.

“Oh, f-fuck, mmnh, Dokyeom!” You cry out into your room; soft whines following suit as you hear his rapid breaths and muttered curses as he rides out his high with you. 

“Fuck, princess, I came so much... It’s all over my hand~ But I bet you’d rather it be inside you, huh?” He whispers teasingly and you find yourself crying out a small ‘Seokmin’ before you gasp and catch yourself.

Oh my god, no, you mentally cry, don’t do that!

b@d_dream: daddy I was a bad girl...

Seokmin sits up after he rides out the remnants of his orgasm - brow quirked as he catches your comment. 

“Oh? Were you? How come, princess?” He sits with his hand still wrapped around his cock; cum drying on his skin as he licks his lips. “You know I have to punish bad girls, right?”

b@d_dream: I know... I was thinking about my date when I came for a second time... 😣 sorry... I didn’t mean to...

Seokmin scoffs right into the mic, eyes rolling cockily before he speaks.

“Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson about calling out another guy’s name when you cum then, huh, princess? What’s so great about him anyway?” 

1 New Message

Dokyeom: Hey! Sorry if I put you on the spot earlier, it kinda fueled me 😅 But I do hope your date went well, if you actually did go! 

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[hueningshaped]

★ comme des garçons | y.jh

▰ genre: some angst some fluff stupid stuff

▰ word count: 4.5k *sighs*

▰ synopsis / request #2: (btw anon deserves the world)

▰ possible warnings: vulgar language and a lot of insults and use of ‘stupid’ and ‘idiot’ and some blood and also this really sucks but let’s get into it

"Late again, are we?" Jeonghan crooned with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up." You hissed in reply.

This was a common intersection of events, and for today, it was the greeting to one of your electives, to a class that you needed simply for the credit. Nestled in between two of your pals, Joshua and Jihoon, Jeonghan had a perfect view of all who walked in, including you. How you both shared the same group of friends was beyond your comprehension.

All you knew was that you hated Jeonghan, and he hated you.

"Well, well, well, you'd think we had a pair of cats in this class because of all the fights," Wonwoo commented from beside you, without looking up from his stack of notes. "It's getting bad."

You'd shoot him a scowl that you never had the pleasure of seeing him catch, or maybe he knew this and chose not to for this reason. This was an everyday thing, most people knew this. You stuck with an eye roll and decided to resume your day.

The others have made it their mission to reiterate to you that you can't hate him forever, but considering how long you have and everyday you have to fight with him, you insisted that they were wrong.

It wasn't even your fault to begin with. This years long dispute fazed your minds so completely that if you were both to try and hash things out from the initial moment, you would misremember things and another inevitable argument would insinuate.

All that was known that when you both first encountered the other, you were having a rough day and decided to keep your chin up and not explain yourself. New to assertiveness, you took the wrong way.

The establishment is that the two of you had shown up to a class that had been canceled. That fateful encounter was a little short of a full two years.

"Did you know that you're wearing your shirt backwards?" Jeonghan asked from beside you, knocking you out from the reality of reading the mini poster on the door. You turned to him, mouth ajar. Profanities circled the entirety of your unconscious as you turned to him and mustered the classiest, friendliest, least offended smile.

His expression left little room to think he could have possibly been genuine about it. Nor did his next comment.

"Your eyes are really red, too, and you're wearing two left shoes, too." His tone was unintelligible and once you saw that smile, your rage unsettled completely.

There was perhaps some more said: passive aggressive backhanded comments.

"Do you always state the obvious?" You probably asked. It must have been rude because why else would Jeonghan victimize himself.

"Are you kidding?" Maybe he said.

"Well, do you think I don't realize?"

"Well, there's a lot going on on you. It happens. I think you can relax."

"I don't even know who you are. Don't tell me what to do."

"Alright, alright. Jeez. For all that you're wearing and talking, you sure have a lot of pride and attitude, may I add."

The muscles of your neck tightened at his audacity. If only you knew that this would offer the first of many collisions of tension from him and your own body's hyperactivity.

With the lack of elaboratation, there was no way an argument and rivalry was not going to ensue. Once the argument and backhanded insults had been ping-ponged and the day had concluded to begin a brand new one, you did feel some remorse.

The next day, when class resumed to its usual course, you had fixed your appearance and made sure to whip up a nice statement that would blow over yesterday, so you could both laugh at it and move on, like adults. Despite your hopes, Jeonghan surrounded himself with friends he seemed to make out of thin air and gave you the filthiest smirk you could see when you walked in.

With the class' conclusion, you chose that moment to try and catch him before you went separate ways, but he was waiting for you outside.

"Looking sharp, huh, Y/N?" You furrowed your eyebrows. Why would he use your name just because he knew it?

"Yes, and what about it, Jeonghan?" You retorted already feeling your heart begin to fumble in its trigonometry and physics to maintain your rate.

"Anyway," you go, but he cut you off, scoffing and crossing his arms with a satisfied grin. "Why is everyone so inferior to you, huh? Am I talking to Dr. Superiority Complex? And cutting me off, too."

"Will you shut up, you prick!" You slapped a palm over your mouth too late and his own aloof eyes widened.

Everything else melted away into the timeline of your hatred for him. A professor overheard the very events of that day, knocking your grade down a few points. Soonyoung had encouraged you to take revenge on whoever was causing you trouble, which you did. Ever since then, it all remained the same. How you both never managed to move on from was beyond the two of you.

Since then, your soul has not known peace. Granted, the entanglement with the fiend that he was put you through much turmoil and moments that one could define as nothing other than consistent low points.

Bickering and exchanging banter had nestled into your very habits and schedule, even at your big age.

Neither of your friends liked it. If you asked Seungcheol, he'd say that it made him feel uneasy enough to not hang out with the two of you. The best boy in the world refused to enter the same room as you two.

Tonight, there was an arrangement to play Super Smash Bros on Josh's Switch. Evening came and your stroll to the apartment homes became a path directly into the night. Of course, the dark goaded you on to run, looking back this way and that. Leave it to you making the worst choices and pulling facades over them. You truly should have taken Wonwoo's offer to be picked up.

Instead of running into one of your many friends on the way over, it had to be your greatest enemy driving slowly beside you, chuckling and rolling his window down.

"I'd never pegged you for a scaredy-cat, you prideful, little thing." He laughed from the vehicle. It ran gently and with a robust shape, similarly to one that a rich, teenaged girl would be gifted with. You kept your chin high and gaze forward, trudging on with a frown burning across your lips. "Turning down Wonwoo's offer which would have saved you from this —"

With little thinking, you simply resolved to peering over at him and speaking in one breath of a "please piss off," and it made him laugh all the more.

The heightened scores of muscle in your neck and shoulders noticeably melted, despite the abyss of woods and trashy alleys between the apartment homes. His sickening cherubic eyes were trained on you; he would put it in all the work of guarding you, it seemed.

Right when a bridge was nearing, his miniature jabs came to a halt and he upped the notch by honking at you.

"What?" You shouted, face slack with exasperation.

"Get in the car, I'm serious! Idiot!" Jeonghan nodded emphatically.

After back and forths of deliberation, you groaned all the way into his car, which he locked and unlocked until you threatened to puncture his tires with your pen.

The change in atmosphere followed with your own feelings. A lilac air freshener looped around his Calico Critter car decor as the low a/c filtered the air. At this angle, Jeonghan felt different. You had forgotten to shut the door behind you as you were all too engrossed with reading the pad of his music shuffle queue. His sigh whisked you away from your reading to his eyes.

"You could at least use your head to have gotten us there already. Y/N, seriously, I come out here and reach out a hand to you. Everyday you surprise me: you're so full of pride and you forget everything. I always wait for you to pick a struggle, but I guess you just love choosing every single one, huh!" He enunciated with a flat laugh and you had to frown at that.

The next song of whatever his playlist consisted of queued up some song your heart yearned to follow along to, as if your heart it thousands of times before.

"Sounds a lot like you think you know me, asshole..." you muttered under your breath and crossed your arms, keen on either forgetting about the passenger door still ajar or adamant on not doing it yourself since Jeonghan seemed to enjoy doing whatever he did, which inevitably made your life terrible.

He scoffed aloud. In one motion, he moved his arm around the head of your seat to improve his view.

"Sure, I do. Like I know you're the most insufferable person I've ever met." He tossed a few glances to the door, hoping to continue his game, but you peered over whatever possible dust particles and intrigued moths flutter over his unmoving headlights.

"God, Jeonghan," you sighed, not watching his growing leer.

"God, Y/N," he imitated you with an exaggerated tone.

"Jackass, can I speak? I just... It's been years, I know that much, since you like to preach that I know nothing, but all this time, you act like you know me. Day one, you've talked to me so informally. You always act like you have some right to speak to me and to speak to me like I'm some written character. Is that all you want? Some stupid feud with someone you clearly hate and don't want? You don't know me! You never have and you never will. So, back off."

A readied smirk, typically loaded with a bombshell of a constantly prepared retort, was expected, but to your surprise, his cherubic silhouette expressed an emotion you couldn't quite put in words. His eyes dawdled across your features, every island of flesh but your own eyes.

Wordlessly, Jeonghan then reached over you and your seat to shut the door. He was practically nose to nose to you.

Not another word was spoken, even after you were settled in playing games.

You were nestled between Chan and the arm of the grand futon, fist underneath the suppleness of your cheek.

"Hey, Y/N," Chan whispered from beside you, and you simply nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. "What happened?"

At that, you furrowed your eyebrows and peered over at him.

"Huh?"

His eyes widened in a flash and he shook his head, nudging your arm.

"I just never thought I'd see the day where you and Jeonghan hyung aren't ripping each other's hair out. I was thinking maybe he had a premonition and decided to grow up, but then Seungkwan hyung told us all that he saw you in the car with hyung."

"So, is everyone wondering the same thing?" You asked just at a whisper and Minghao from the opposite side of the sofa yelled, "Yes!"

Wonwoo turned around from in front of you and chuckled, nodding as if he had been waiting for someone to say it.

"Well?" Seungkwan practically shouted from over the couch, standing with arms crossed over his blazer clad chest. "Aren't you two going to tell us what's going on?"

Whoever turned down the volume of the television, even going so far as to pause the game, would pay, but the ice of the awkward cooled off whatever misdirected anger you held.

"Absolutely not." Goosebumps bloomed at the realization that you and Jeonghan had spoken simultaneously.

The two of you made eye contact, silently bickering over how to deal with the situation.

"You know what," Joshua piped up from another sofa, stretching an arm out in mild effort. "I don't think we should question this weird fate tonight; we should be thankful they're civil and in the same room."

The night bled away into comments like that, even as you tried your best to move on, since it seemed to you that Jeonghan was adamant in doing so. You had no business approaching him about why you didn't wish to speak to the other, and clearly neither did he. However, with the racket everyone was making over you and him not constantly doing your thing was eating you up at such a frequency that you were hardly up for continuing the game.

By eleven at night, Seokmin wanted to bake cookies, and unfortunately you had a bad taste in your mouth. Your perception of Jeonghan had snapped within a few minutes and it was crashing down before your eyes. For what reason, you felt you'd never know.

You don't quite remember rising and throwing a few goodbyes, unable to meet their eyes while heading out in a much more informal fashion as you arrived. It could have easily been one of your other friends who followed after you but in this case, it was Jeonghan.

"Hey, numbskull, don't you want a ride back? I give you one here, and you just walk out?" He called from the door, shivering enough to cross his arms into his body. You didn't meet his eyes, merely angling your neck to listen.

"I called my other friend to pick me up," his silhouette buckled into the corner of your eye. "Really wasn't expecting you to follow me out like this."

The colors of his figure shifted and the door shut with a rap behind him.

"Is that really what you want?" Jeonghan's tone dropped with his approach.

"What are you talking about?" It was then that you took the moment to look at him. Jeonghan's face typically held a leer that looked like he always knew more than you, but now, there was a knot of taut muscle where his eyebrows met.

A shimmer of headlights filtered over the anterior of the apartment complex. Your friend-chauffeur had arrived.

"Nothing." He breathed with a smile that almost broke the ice of his expression, but you glanced to the floor before nodding.

"Well, my ride's here." Jeonghan swallowed a lump down and mirrored your action. Part of reality felt like a scene out of a movie because of the loose air of the night but the tension between the two of you was so tight. You turned towards your friend, whose gaze was transfixed to their phone, and when you glanced back, he disappeared.

*

For the throng of the week's courses, Jeonghan changed his seating arrangement, and no longer seeking explanations to waste yours or his time, you assimilated with the change. Utilizing the pack of independently reticent students as the backdrop, you and him took turns surrounding yourselves by them.

A part of you felt much relieved of the burden of keeping your guard up to such a severe form, which he visibly did, as well. You heard well enough from Soonyoung and Mingyu. An even larger piece of you thirsted for something that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Since Seungcheol was home this week, to commemorate his return, considering he had a habit of leaving every other week due to sports, he and the crew decided to throw one of those stupid parties where you drink and just meet people. Essentially, the remote of his and Joshua's place flipped topsy turvy when it came to these things, but they didn't mind.

Jeonghan no longer mattered to you nor was he a factor of whenever you had to make a decision. You accepted Wonwoo's and Soonyoung's offer of going and taking you to the party.

It had been six days since you last interacted with Jeonghan, as you had for the past three years.

"Isn't it too early to be drinking? We aren't even there yet." Soonyoung patted you from the backseat, tone thick with distant concern.

Wonwoo eyed you from the driver's seat, hands fastened at the wheel. All you did was shrug, turning back to halfheartedly grin at the boy, and with that done, you continued your trip to finishing the bottle of absinthe in your hand.

Drinking was no new concept to you. Using it to quell some sort of absence that you didn't comprehend was, however. It was something your friends took notice of.

Your arrival was just as rocky as it was from your residence to the party, vision fuzzy and dim.You made your way to the kitchen to rummage through possible brought snacks, even taking a few spare soju and beer bottles for sport. Opening them with a partially working mind inked painful calluses into your hands from the rigid caps of the bottles.

As Seungkwan whistled at your actions, something wet caused you to lose grip of one bottle, tripping to catch it, and before you knew it, there was a minor crowd growing at the sight of your bloody palm.

As loud as everything was, a part of you countered with how silent your world had become since you and Jeonghan wordlessly had gone separate ways.

"Does it hurt?" Minghao asked. You were now at the dining room table, a foldable one with metal legs that were surprisingly still standing despite being kicked in countless times. You shook your head and met the faces of your friends, scanning them for something you didn't know. It barely stung, but a fire lit from behind your eyes.

Soonyoung slapped your arm, recounting to you for the fourth time that you were in a guest room because you cut yourself. 

The bass of the music met with the wall across from you and pictured frames of your friends trembled. A couple made out in the corner, limbs sprawled. For the most part, the room changed colors due to the LED lighting, which did nothing to help an intoxicated mind.

"Are you sure?" You asked, doubting Soonyoung's sadly sober mind — he had been ordered not to drink for the night, but Jihoon had promised him that next time, for sure.

Half your hand was bandaged and your head hurt. Pain had nothing to do with it, or the lack thereof, but you still felt like weeping.

As if you had been summoning the devil himself, Jeonghan let himself in without a word, without much of an entrance really, but you knew enough that it was him because you could read the back of his head.

"What did you do?" The timbre of his voice recused the tense knots of your shoulders without your notice. You looked into his eyes. It strangely felt as it had been years since you had done so.

"Hyung, I earned my PHD, that's what I did. I bandaged Y/N here and — "

"Soonyoung," the elder used a tone you were familiar with, one your professors would use when notifying you and him to leave the class after a fight got out of hand.

"Well, Y/N, I'll be on my way then," he announced with a laugh. "Take care of my patient, Jeonghan hyung."

Mirrored glares and giggles were shared between the two until it was just the two of you.

"I was talking to you. What did you do?" He crossed his arms at you, frowning at the slightest. It looked weird on him. His brindled hair crowned his head with few loose ends curling like some flowers towards the sun.

"Hey," Jeonghan waved his hand in front of you, expression all the same. You watched his figure get painted in fuschia with the changing colors.

"What?" You remarked harshly. He sighed loudly and reached out a palm to you.

Perhaps you took too long deciding what he wanted for his liking for him to just grasp it, his firm hand enveloping yours in a way that made you feel as if you were hanging over a pile of hot coals. Jeonghan joined you on the sofa, scanning over Soonyoung's work in the dim lighting.

"You do know I'm studying to be a pediatric nurse, right?" His voice was so silent so it was a miracle you heard it.

"No, what the fuck..." you blurted, confused he was being so informative, about as much he had to be on the first days of any class.

"Well, since you learned something new today," he started, using that familiar tone and you almost smiled. "I need to know if you did this on purpose."

Your lips parted at that.

"I what?"

"You're the only idiot I've ever known to confidently do the illogical thing. I swear, you numbskull, I've gotten so used to telling you it may as well be a catch phrase of mine." He ran his nimble fingers over the lines of the rest of your palm before glancing back up to catch your stare.

"You're crying," the words fell out of his mouth and you expressed your surprise with a bewildered expression. "I..."

Now, this was new territory.

"It's nothing, I don't know why I'm doing that," you shrugged it off and sniffled, a confirmation of your tears.

He scoffed, sitting back and crossing his arms.

"Of course, you'd say something stupid like that!" Jeonghan nudged a plastic bag of napkins towards you, which you took with a grumble to wipe your tears.

"Oh, so it's only me capable of saying stupid things! How come you only hear yourself and think it's me with the idiotic stuff?"

"You calling me an idiot?" He emphasized with a pointed finger towards you and then himself. Life returned to Jeonghan's face in full force.

"Yeah, of course, I am. You're the one who's always running their mouth as if your life depends on it!" You practically screamed.

He grinned, pearly teeth aglow in the dim room before dropping his eyebrows.

"Y/N, you always talk crap about me. Can't you go one day without my name in your mouth? You know what, you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up."

You feigned an impressed surprise but rolled your eyes, almost laughing.

"Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad you don't even know it. Makes you look so stupid."

Jeonghan paused within a heartbeat before angling his head and smirking. You were ready for something equally as dumb as his comebacks, but he reached forward for your free hand and loosely caging you in the arm of the couch. His breath circulated near yours, just like that night in his stupidly cute car.

"And what if I do?" That smile and those words were like ice and fire to your every sense. It was you who actually was unprepared.

"That, wait, you, the-the, God!" You babbled and sputtered, unable to maintain eye contact. He chuckled thickly. Jeonghan was so close.

"That should be my line!" You retorted, all thought processes going haywire and scouring the plain of your mind for something wittier to say. His wicked smile widened.

"So, you do feel the same way?" You all but gasped at the audacity you met with.

"Yes! No, wait, uh, yeah! Never!" Jeonghan failed to stifle his genuine laughter and tossed his head back. "Fine!" You then reached up, taking the collar of his jacket into your curled fist and bringing his lips down to yours.

Judging by his widened eyes, he was not expecting that, but that mattered little. You melted along with it, shutting your eyes. In the next millisecond, he brought you forward with a hand behind your head and another keeping himself upright beside your body.

As everything was, the kisses progressed to a point where you attempted to outdo the other, passionate, quick exchanges building up to shared touches.

Your other hand gripped a portion of his clothes, pulling so nebulously he all but leaned closer towards you. As the other couple had left during the minutes of your petty argument, it literally felt like the moment was offered to the two of you only, no one else.

Jeonghan cheated when he gently tugged on your hair, earning a punched out whine from your lips. He pulled away from your swollen lips to hear it, grinning once you did so.

"You jerk," you muttered hotly, red and ruddy. He smiled and moved a few strands of hair behind your ear gently.

"Y/N, what if I've been wanting to do that for a long time?" He asked, voice a bit strained. You didn't know what to do with yourself, flustered and glancing around.

"Oh," you murmured. The heat practically beat off you in waves.

"You're something else, really. I wasn't sure how long we were going to not talk to the other. I wouldn't have been able to confess and it would have been awkward." He snickered over your shoulder before regaining his proximity with you.

"Wait, so is this your confession? You suck, you're going to have do it again. C minus." He scoffed and sighed at that.

"The kiss, too?" He arched an eyebrow curiously. You slapped his shoulder at that, struggling to keep up with him.

"No, but seriously are you telling me you like me?" A much more serious tone cooled the heat of the moment, and he winced at that.

"From the moment I met you," he began and it was then you realized your facial expression was bitingly skeptical, revealing your feelings about it all. "Do you feel the same way, Y/N?"

"All that teasing and picking on me was just your stupid way of letting me know you like me?" It was Jeonghan's turn to blush from every corner of skin to the other, sighing and covering his face to cope with whatever he felt.

"It took me a while to realize it, alright?!" His tone was defensive, but you knew he meant it lightheartedly. "I just wanted you to know somehow in some way that every time I got to see you, I was grateful. Each and every time allowed me to learn more about you because you're so...you're something else. You've always complained how I don't know you or perhaps the lack of right I have to know you, I always felt I did, but I didn't want it happening for the wrong reasons. Took me a while to realize I didn't want to lose you, that I...wanted a friendship, a relationship, but the longer I sat back and continued to confuse what we had and I wanted was just going to tear us completely. So, luckily, since I'm a genius, I thought to man up about it."

You could only peer at him, letting his words simmer.

"But, if that's not what you want, or you feel uncomfortable in any way at all, just say it. Say whatever you feel." You'd never encountered this gentle tone of his. There were so many more sides to him you wanted to learn.

"I want some time..." you muttered and he nodded, visibly hanging on to your words. "For you to show me that you want me, and you know, for me to process this. I've wanted you for a while, but that voice was so quiet under all the 'I've never wanted to fight someone so bad' and the 'I'm going to implode like a star because of this guy'." You both laughed at that, and it almost felt natural to do so.

"Okay, then," Jeonghan nodded with a contented smile. There went that annoyingly hot gaze of his. So, that’s what it’s always been: hot. "Can we still make out?”

You squinted at him and opened your arms up with a sigh.

“Just kiss me already!”

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[milktyama]

— ☕︎ MISTLETOE

synopsis: getting kissed under the mistletoe that was totally setted up

pairing: oikawa tooru x female reader

genre: fluffyyy~~, a lot of backstory?? lol i kinda got carried away oops

wc: 1.6k

❥︎ not proof read! i quickly wrote this and queued it before I went to sleep soooo don’t mind the small errors teehee. 

The bells at the door jingled as it opened while you and Oikawa entered the small cafe. The place was relatively small and it held a simplistic yet warm atmosphere. The neutral toned interior harmonized with the low steady beats of the music that quietly played in the background. The ambiance of this cafe was just like out of a movie; simple yet very eye catching. You made your way to the closest seat your eyes laid on when Oikawa suddenly yanked your arm as you were about to take a seat. You looked at him in question, slightly angered at his sudden move.

“Princess we are not sitting here today. Let’s seat by the window since less people would walk over there.” he said as he pulled you towards his desired sitting area. You complied, not like you have a specific preference like your perfectionist boyfriend. Oikawa Tooru was many things, and most of the time you trusted and went along with whatever he wanted.

Finally taking a seat down, you looked over the menu excitedly. You were known to have a sweet tooth, and it was not a surprise to anyone. It went well along with your personality; bubbly yet cheeky, the exact traits that were able to bring you and Oikawa together. The two have been together for a couple of months, with you confessing to him after the summer break, which to your surprise he accepted. But what you didn’t know was the way he looked at you before that, making this pairing as if it was made in heaven.

“Hey Tooru, they have new varieties of milk bread today! Oh but they also released a special Christmas log cake… but I also have been craving the usual crepe cake... “ you pouted at the vast amount of options. Oikawa could only just chuckle at your cuteness. He looked closely at every small thing you did. How the way you would look stumped when choosing a dessert, or when you would start twirling your pencil between your delicate fingers, making it look like some magic illusion under your fingers, or even the times when you are just so indulged in the music that played through the shared earbuds you two had on. 

He truly loves the little silly things that made you up. Then when the time calls, you would roll your sleeves up as you held the brown clipboard to your chest, leading numbers of students with the power of your booming voice that echoed through the school gym. Everyone always sees the two sides of you, the righteous student council president, and clumsy third year classmate or senior. Oikawa had the luxury of seeing beyond that, and the same went for you. His prideful captain and popular boy from Aoba Johsai persona, you saw beyond that, and that is what truly brought the two of you together. 

And you also watched him closely, taking notice of Oikawa’s habits. Like the way he checked himself out at anything that could possibly even give off the slightest reflection, or how when he laughed wholly, his eyes would appear almost closed as his smile spread wide throughout his face, or even when he over exaggerated his reactions with large arm motions along with a whiny remark. You loved Oikawa Tooru with your whole heart, every inch of you wanting to unconditionally love him for the rest of time.

As you waited for your orders, you looked out the window, staring at the icicles that formed at the edge of the roof and the ground that was covered in fluffy white snow tracing the footprints both of you left when making your way to the cafe. With your gaze still fixed on what is happening outside the window, you call out to your boyfriend.

“Say Tooru, it’s December now,” you finally looked at him to meet his hazel eyes, “it’s almost Christmas. Do you have any plans?”

“hUH- uh n-no I don’t have anything planned, what are you saying Y/n-chan haha…” now it was his turn to look outside the window, but his eyes weren’t focused on anything, more like he was trying to find something to say to recover from his blatantly obvious mess up to such a simple question. You knew Oikawa well, and he was never the best at hiding things even if he wanted to so badly. But you decided to play along, if it concerned you, he would tell you without hesitation anyways.

“Hm okay then babe. Anyways before our actual date starts I wanted to discuss with you about…” you tried to redirect the conversation with school related topics and you could see that Oikawa actually appreciated the gesture. After your orders arrived, you put aside your school demeanor and put your lovey dovey side on. As serious as the two of you can get, you are both still high school teenagers in love.

As the date neared its end, Oikawa excused himself to the bathroom. You took this chance to quickly check over your phone, responding to some emails to teachers and students. There was a big school event coming up in a few weeks and you have yet to choose a topic. Still stumped on what to decide, you noticed that Oikawa was taking an abnormally long time to the bathroom. Was the food today weird? But you felt fine. Maybe he developed an intolerance to milk so now when he just drank his latte his digestive system reacted in way asー

“Hey Y/n-chan sorry I took so long! Let’s go pay the bill shall we?” your thoughts were interrupted by his sudden return. His face slightly flushed and and his nose tinted red as if he just came from outside. Wait, did he go out and come back?? You followed him to the cashier and paid for your food, with him insisting to pay this time. Making your way out, the bells attached to the door jingle once again, but this time Oikawa stops you right in front of the door. He stares deeply into your eyes and you also can’t seem to move your gaze away from his previous gentle eyes to now piercing ones. Standing there in silence, you managed to open your mouth as you questioned yet another one of his gestures.

“Uh Tooru… are you okay…?” your tone was laced with worry. Oikawa Tooru was many things, including slightly weird, but today was a little  more than the norm, even for him. Staying still in the position for a little longer, Oikawa finally changed his awkward grip on you, and his left hand pointed above the two of you, his eyes never leaving your. You tilted your head up a little further up, noticing the vivid green leaves with the bright red berries that laid in the middle of the bundle of them. Connecting the pieces together, something finally clicked in your brain. At this point, you couldn’t contain your laugh anymore. You started to burst out laughing, leaving a confused and shocked Oikawa.

“WH- BABE WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SUPER CUTE-!!” he said as he tried to get you to stop. You just continued to laugh, your stomach starting to hurt from all of the laughing. When you were finally able to calm down your loud laughter into soft giggles, you spoke up.

“Tooru baby, it is cute, but you failed-” well crap you started to laugh again. Oikawa pouted at your reaction, he really tried to do something to surprise you as your first holiday as a couple together. He wanted to make your heart flutter and kiss you. Well there is one way I can stop the laughter… Oikawa thought. He gripped onto your shoulder and leaned onto your figure, slowly connecting your lips together.

At first your eyes were wide open in shock, but soon after they closed, in attempts to enjoy the euphoric feeling that sparked inside of you that came with that kiss. His lips were soft, with a little bit of bitterness that lingered from his latte mixed with the sweetness of the moment and the milk bread he had earlier. The kiss finally broke with a person clearly their throats, appearing to wanting to enter the cafe. Flustered, you hid your face onto Oikawa’s figure and the two of you stepped aside. You looked back onto your boyfriend who now had a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Hehe, how was that princess? I did mess up a little but seemed to really enjoy it! You probably didn’t even see it coming!” he chimed. Well yeah, you gotta admit, even though his plan has seemingly failed, you were still swiped off from the floor by this man named Oikawa Tooru. 

“Babe, I did see it coming. You literally came back with a red nose as if you stood outside for a while. Did setting up that mistletoe take you ~that~ long?”

“WH- okay I didn’t realize how high up I needed it to set it up and the sTINKy owner’s son would not let me borrow their stepping stool!” his face crunched into a petty pout. You just can’t stop loving this man ever. You gave a small chuckle at him and leaned in for one more deep kiss as the bells from the door jingled once more, along with the mistletoe that fell right in between your feet.

#oikawa tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #oikawa x reader #oikawa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu writing #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fics #fics #fluff #i love this man so much it's not even funny anymore like WTFALDJFLKDAJG #uwu i really liked this one it was really cute and the mistletoe concept is so cheesey and cute i love it #OOPS 1.6K WORDS THATS MY LONGEST ONE BY FAR EYE-

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Honesty Hurts

Word count: 526

Pairing: Oikawa x reader

Genre: fluff!!

Prompt: “You said to be honest stop hitting me”

AN: S/O to my moot @thatartsybitch for such a cute request!! Hope you like it love 

“You said to be honest, stop hitting me!” He whined, ducking behind the couch. You’d been chasing him around and smacking the setter with a pillow. Other pillows littered the floor, the couch blanket thrown haphazardly onto the floor.

“What’d he do this time?” Iwaizumi asked as he entered the scene, barely hiding his bemused expression.

“She asked me if I liked the movie and I told her what I thought!” Oikawa replied, flinching as your eyes turned murderous.

“That’s not what happened,” you argued. “But in any case, it’s not much better!” You crossed your arms, turning to face Iwaizumi. “I told him that this was my absolute favorite movie of all time, and he proceeded to not only roast me, but roast the entire story from the story to the music to the actors.” Oikawa popped up behind the couch, mouth dropping to argue more before his face was met with a pillow. 

“Babe, stop hitting me!” 

“Have fun, (Name),” Iwaizumi chuckled, walking past the battle-field and heading to his room. 

“Iwa-chan, save me!” 

“Not a chance,” Iwaizumi snorted before he slammed his door shut. 

Oikawa turned back to you, eyes pleading. “Please baby, I didn’t mean it.” 

“How do you not mean an entire twenty minute roast session?” You snap, collapsing onto the couch. Oikawa approached hesitantly before plopping down on top of you. “Get your flat butt off of me!” 

“Not until you forgive me.” He blinked up at you behind innocent brown eyes. You shake your head, crossing your arms behind his back and trying to push him off. “What can I do to make it up to you, my love?” Oikawa cooed, cupping your face and squishing it.

“Don’t do that,” you mumble, eyes softening. “Buy me my favorite food and then we’ll talk.” 

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” He purrs, a mischievous look crossing his face. “I could always kiss the problems away,” Oikawa sang, leaning down. 

You interrupt, his lips meeting your palm. “Food first and then we’ll talk, Oikawa.”

“Not even a little kiss?” Oikawa pulled away to reveal his lower lip jutted out in a pout. Of course he’d try the puppy-eyes with you. You rolled your eyes, leaning up and pressing your lips to his. 

Just as quickly as you’d kissed him, you pulled back. “Now go get me my food.” 

“Anything for you, dear.” 

At this, you smirked. “Then you won’t mind sitting through two more rewatches of this movie, right?” 

Oikawa blanched, before his head dropped. “Anything for you, dear,” he repeated reluctantly, shuffling to the kitchen to place an order for the food. He quickly returned, plopping back onto the couch beside you. His eyes sparkled at the movie that you’d queued. “I thought we were rewatching that movie?”

You throw an arm around his waist as you snuggle into his side. “Nah, it’s your turn to pick and I know you’ve been wanting to see this for awhile.”

“You’re too good to me, (Name),” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. You still owe me big-time for insulting me, but I’ll let it slide this time.” 

#thatartsybitch #skye's requests #skye reached 150! #oikawa drabble #oikawa tooru drabble #oikawa toru drabble #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader #platonic iwaizumi #seijoh #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu drabbles #hq drabbles #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfiction #hidden-otaku-stuff

[lordseochangbin]

Falling in the Club

Seo Changbin x Reader -Fluff, Suggestive, Angst

A/N: Hi this is the 4th Changbin fic I’ve written in a row please don’t hate me MSKSKSK I’ve just been... nonstop thinking about Changbin sooooo... anyways enjoy <3

“Good morning” Changbin whispers into your ear in a raspy voice that sends tingles down your skin. 

Your eyes flutter open at the sight of the handsome man in front of you. It’s an unfamiliar feeling- a panic when you jump at your surroundings. Fuck, where were you? 

Pictures and more pictures, more memories from last night. They all seem too blurry to remember. You were in the club… Seungmin! God, you saw Seungmin there. That must’ve been bad. 

After two years, Seungmin decided to call it quits. It was probably one of the most devastating moments of your life considering Seungmin was what your mother would call “your only achievement” and now losing him seemed to degrade you to nothing. 

That was until a man named Seo Changbin stepped in. As the dark room filled with colored disco lights fills the room, you were able to hide the one tear that shed as you saw Seungmin with another girl on the other side of the club the day before. 

Stepping in front of you, Changbin covered all sights of your ex-boyfriend across the room. Not only your ex-boyfriend, but all your “friends” that you had made by being with Seungmin. You knew if you ever lost Seungmin you’d lose everything- your shared apartment, your friends, your life. 

It all struck you at once as the stranger who blocked your sights leaned down to meet your teary eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked, his minty breath mixed with a hint of vodka. You eyed his glass, he didn’t drink much- maybe a few sips. 

You bit your lip and looked down in embarrassment before shaking your head. “Sorry.. no, no. I shouldn’t be here” You repeated before turning around to leave. 

Feeling a sudden grip around your wrist, you gasped as the man spun you around. Considering the weakness that took over your intoxicated figure, you found yourself bumping into the man’s broad chest. “I’m guessing that’s your ex-boyfriend over there?” He asks, placing his drink on one the passing server’s trays. 

“Is it that obvious?” You reply, rolling your eyes. 

He tilts his head to the side as if he was thinking about it before replying, “A little” 

The music seemed to have queued off in your head ever since you landed eyes on this stranger. A black tee hugged his frame with distressed jeans and a pair of black shoes. A small silver necklace and matching earrings complimented the look, a split parting his jet black hair to reveal a bit of his forehead. He must’ve noticed you eyeing his figures before giving you a small smirk. “My name’s Changbin,” He said, loosening his grip on your wrist as if to give you the choice. Will you stay or will you go? 

His gaze watched yours as you thought about the question before pulling him to the middle of the floor. “Let’s dance?” You asked daringly with a smile. 

“My pleasure” 

And that’s how the rest of the night went on. Your back pressed against Changbin’s chest, hands thrown behind his neck, his strong arms holding your close. Teasing and teasing, over and over. His lips biting onto your ear every now and then. Closing your eyes in bliss and his hands rubbing circles on your hips. God, the tension between you two thrived. No one else was in the room but the two of you- or so it felt that way. 

You let yourself fall into him, fall in love with him. As the song came to an end, you two smiled and cheered on the DJ. Laughing at each other’s presence, you held onto Changbin’s hands before locking eyes with Seungmin. Instant panic ran through you as you felt your heart drop in your chest. 

You forgot he was here. You forgot Seungmin was here with another girl. “What’s wrong?” Changbin asked, noticing your expression change. 

“N-nothing.. can we get out of here?” You quickly ask as you notice Seungmin furrow his eyebrows and walk towards you. 

“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket” 

Changbin grabs your hand before pulling you off the dance floor. You two disappear into the crowd and when you have the chance to turn back you realize Seungmin was gone. 

“Where do you wanna go? C-can I take you out for dinner if it’s not too late?” Changbin asks, taking his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. 

“Burgers does sound really good right now” You nervously chuckle, trying to say anything in order to get yourself out of this situation. You look past Changbin to see Seungmin again, who’s looking around to find you. 

When he looks your way, you take Changbin’s hand and turn around. “W-woah slow down” Changbin chuckles as he lets you drag him out. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you two successfully leave the club, but the feeling is quickly broken off when you hear the voice of Seungmin. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” 

Your hand gives Changbin’s a squeeze as you bit your lip. “I’m just here..? What are you doing here?” 

Seungmin looks down nervously as he itches the nape of his neck. Of course, what is he going to reply? That after one day he managed to get over you and now he’s out with another girl? 

“I’m here with a co-worker” 

Of course he is. You eye Changbin, obviously feeling left out given the situation, and grab his hand. “Let’s go” You say before Seungmin could but in again. 

“Wait Y/N, you’re just going to go out with some drunk stranger? Do you even know who he is?”

Changbin clenched his jaw at his words, “Look man, I barely had anything to drink... I’m fine”

“You’re not fine!” Seungmin exclaims, separating you two. “Y/N, I’ll take you home,” He says, grabbing your hand. 

“Are you kidding? Y/N, let’s grab something to eat” Changbin asks, grabbing your free hand. 

You found yourself asking that same question. Will you stay or will you go? Between the guys, you weigh the options. If you went with Seungmin, it would be no different. You’d go home and your mom would scold you for not letting Seungmin stay the night… little does she know that you two ended it. 

If you went with Changbin the opportunities were endless… who knows where the night would take you. That’s exactly what you needed. Not to be in the same place as you were yesterday, broken-hearted and shedding tears. You needed, no- you wanted, more opportunities.  

“Let’s go grab a burger,” You say, wiggling out of Seungmin’s grip before he could repeat himself. 

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble Y/N, he’s going to treat you like shit!” 

Turning around, you watching Seungmin before replying “That’s a lot better than how you’ve treated me these past two years!” 

Changbin smiled at the remark, “Fucking crushed him man, he’s a piece of shit” You smiled at Changbin before he could guide you to his car. 

“Y/N… You don’t need him to look after you like that” Changbin said

“Really? It seems like he’s been the reason for everything in my life” You shrug your shoulders. It was true, Seungmin helped you make friends, get an apartment, you did everything with him. 

“He’s not anymore, don’t let him be,” He said, opening the door for you. 

“You’re right” You smile at Changbin, getting into his car. 

“I know” Changbin smiled before closing your door. 

The morning after, here you were. Wide awake, fully aware of your actions. Headbanging from the hangover. Almost sober with a lot on your mind. 

“Good Morning Changbin…” God. You’re not wearing the same clothes you were wearing yesterday. Did you really do it?! Your mom’s going to be so pissed. 

You whisper, “Did we… do anything last night?” 

Changbin sits up, his back against the backboard of the bed before smirking. “You mean this?” He asks, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal red kiss marks on his chest. Your eyes pop out at the sight, did you give him those?! 

“Oh my god,” You start sobbing as you eye your clothes on the ground. “Changbin my mom’s gonna kill me... I’m not a virgin but my mom’s gonna kill me” You continued to cry out, throwing your face into the palm of your hands. 

“Y/N?! Y/N, yo I’m just kidding I put there on myself!” He laughed as you looked up at him hopelessly. “I’m just messing with you!” 

Your jaw drops at his words. “Are you kidding me?!” You take one of his pillows and hit him with it. “Don’t ever do that again!!” 

Changbin laughs at your reaction before leaning closer. Using the sleeves of his shirt, he wipes the few tears off your cheeks before confirming. “Don’t worry, after going to the burger shack I took you here because you refused to go home to your mother all drunk, and I gave you some clothes to change into and you crashed on my bed.”

“You… didn’t sleep here?” You asked curiously. 

“Couch seemed pretty comfortable” 

Leaning closer to him, you caged him against the backboard of the bed before asking daringly, “Why not?” 

Changbin smirked at your actions, keeping his hands on your waist to maintain some distance. “What do you mean, why not?”

“Why didn’t you do anything with me?” You ask again, leaning closer to him. 

“Don’t provoke me, darling, it won’t make you feel bolder” Changbin says, his eyes watching yours. 

“But I want to…” You whispered, lips inches away from him. Making yourself comfortable on his lap, you link your lips with his. He instantly kisses you back, hands gripping on your waist and yours being thrown around his neck. He grabs your ass to pull you closer, kissing you deeper with every moment. Yes, it’s messy, but it feels so good that you can’t stop.

You pull away from his lips, quick to attach them to his neck and you feel Changbin shift under you. Allowing your every move on him as you continue to kiss around the area before he could pull you away. 

“If you keep this up I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop myself…” Changbin says in a voice that arouses you. As much as he hated to admit it (a/n:omg hi bang chan’s song sorry isdfhdsjkfskdf), he really liked you. He had fallen for you just as hard. 

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take…” You reply before leaning closer to kiss him again. 

“H-how about I make breakfast?” Changbin says, licking his lips as he acknowledges that he ruined the moment. 

You shyly get off Changbin’s lap before muttered out, “Sure” and throwing the grew comforter over you. 

Changbin’s quick to leave the room, leaving you alone to your thoughts again. What the hell was that?

Luckily the sudden moment had kept your mind off of last night as you leave Changbin’s bed to grab a robe and join him in the kitchen. His penthouse seemed top class, all walls black or grey and the leather furniture only adding to the dark vibe. Vinyls met the walls and you eyed each one as you walked down the hall, he had amazing taste in music. Safe to say, he must of been a terrible cook though. 

“What are you doing?” You laugh as you watching Changbin unsuccessfully crack another egg. You run to the counter before he could pick up another egg. “You’re so aggressive, just lightly tap the shell… it’ll crack on its own” 

Putting your hand over Changbin’s, you lightly tap the egg on the edge of the counter and help him drop the yolk inside a bowl. The close proximity doesn’t hit you until you notice Changbin’s heavy breaths behind you, he’s trying so hard to hide it but it’s noticeable. He clearly didn’t want to be with you though, seeing as he interrupted your last moment. 

“Umm… I’ll just wait here” You say, gesturing at the other side of the counter. 

“Ah..ah” Changbin interrupted, handing you a few eggs and a bowl. “You can do this, I’ll get some bacon out” 

You smile as he hands you the eggs and turns around to grab the bacon. You could get used to this, but you knew it would only last today. Don’t fall for it... he only pitied you last night. He pitied your broken-hearted self. This was just a one-night thing. 

You kept telling yourself the same thing before the door could knock. “Do you mind getting that?” Changbin asks, turning around to eye the door. 

“Sure” You get up on your seat and walk towards the door before Changbin could stop you. “Wait.. I’ll get it, I don’t want anyone to see you like that” 

“Like what?” You look down realizing you were only wearing a robe. “Oh… got it” You two laugh before Changbin could get the door. 

“Where’s Y/N?!” You hear from the door. It’s a familiar voice, one that strikes all the panic out of you. 

“Umm.. she’s right over-” Changbin’s cut off by Seungmin as he barges into the room. 

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?! In his house?! Are you serious??” 

You roll your eyes at his words. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take you from him,” Seungmin said, gesturing at Changbin who was stood by the door. “I asked around at the club and people told me he always takes girls home, how do you think I found his address? Just from another one of the girls, he messes with here.”

“W-what?” You reply before Seungmin could grab your hand. “Let’s get out of here Y/N,” Seungmin says. You stumble on your way out the door, keeping your eyes on Changbin as you pass by him. 

“Tell me it’s not true Changbin..” 

When he doesn’t reply, you take a deep breath before repeating yourself. “Tell me it’s not true Changbin” 

Changbin looks down at the floor. He looks disappointed almost, and he chokes on his breath as he replies “I-I can’t…” 

Seungmin tugged at your arm to take you to his car, letting him. Letting him drag you anywhere you wanted. It didn’t matter anymore. The one guy that told you to not let Seungmin control your life threw you in his control again, and you knew once you came home to your mother you’d have to explain that you weren’t with Seungmin- and never will be. 

#hahahahhaahha another changbin fic mel stfu !!!! #stop being so whipppedddd hahahahhdjasdfjfha #ok sorry anyways #changbin #seo changbin #changbin fic #seo changbin fic #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #changbin fluff #seo changbin fluff #stray kids changbin #skz changbin #changbin angst #seo changbin angst #changbin suggestive #seo changbin suggestive #changbin imagines #seo changbin imagines #changbin au #seo changbin au

[krisdreaming]

Another queued post of my past work!

Request: pretty setters! May I request a scenario with Suga and Akaashi where it's night time and it's time to go to bed but reader-chan can't sleep so they call their boyfriend so that they can listen to their voice and lull them to sleep? Oh! And whisper/murmur sweet words? X3 I got this idea from dummy head mic drama CDs with their voice actors and its ingenious~ they're practically whispering in your ear~

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You lay flat on your back, blinking up at the ceiling. You’d tried curling up and taking slow, deep breaths, listening to soothing music, and even counting sheep, but you don’t even feel tired. Watching the minutes flick by on the clock only makes you feel guiltier with every passing second, so that’s why you’d finally flopped over.

A spam e-mail lights up your phone screen, and as you lazily unlock your phone to delete it you end up clicking through to your contact list, fingertip hovering over “Koushi:)♥♥” You hadn’t wanted to resort to this, but surely he’d understand. With any luck, he hadn’t gone to sleep just yet.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Sugawara answers after the first ring. You draw the phone closer to your ear, already curling into the sound of his voice.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You murmur. “I just couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was silly to call…”

“No, it’s fine.” From the way he’s forcing his voice, you can tell he must’ve been almost asleep. You almost feel guilty. “Do you want to talk?”

“Tell me a story.” You request childishly, unabashed in the late hour and your sleep-deprived state. He laughs.

“Well, okay.” After a few moments, he begins. It’s something about how Tanaka and Nishinoya tried to trick Kiyoko into holding their hands. You try to pay attention, but the soft lilt of his voice soon has your eyes sliding shut. “Are you still there?” He asks after a time, and you realize he’d finished his story. You mumble something to assure him that you are, wishing he wouldn’t hang up just yet.

“I love you.” He says then, softly, and you feel your breath catch in your throat at the tenderness of his voice. “So much. You’re the one part of my life that I never want to change. The one person I always want to have with me. You make me happy. You make me stronger. You make me want to keep going even when I feel like giving up. You make me better.” He pauses, and you realize your breaths have slowed and evened. “You make me say that kind of thing like it’s easy.” He laughs softly, the exhaustion clearly catching up with him as well. “Because loving you is easy.”

You can only hum in response, feeling the blurry edge of sleep drawing closer and closer. “Love you.” You finally eek out the words.

“I love you too. I’m going to hang up now.” You murmur your agreement. “Goodnight. Sleep well, my darling.” With those words echoing through your mind, you finally give in to the warm pull.

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“Nope.” You murmur to yourself, letting your eyes fly open. Every time you close them, that serial killer from yesterday’s movie has his knife drawn on you and you can feel your heart start to slam against the sides of your chest. You can’t remember why you let your friend convince you to see it with them. Now it’s after midnight and you wish you could remember what a refreshing, calm night’s sleep feels like. You’ve dialed and brought the phone to your ear before you can convince yourself it’s a bad idea.

“Babe?” Akaashi sounds confused and his voice is still hoarse with sleep. “’s something the matter? It’s - it’s 12:36.”

“I know.” You say in a small voice, drawing your pillow closer to your chest as you feel the edge of fear in your gut just beginning to lessen. “I - I watched a horror movie with my friend. Now every time I try to go to sleep I feel like I’m going to be murdered.” He sighs, and the sound crackles through the phone.

“Why?” You mumble something non-committal, and he sighs again. “You’re safe. I promise, you’re safe. No one’s going to get you. Your doors are locked, your mom and dad are in the next room. I’m here.” You try to ignore the fact that ‘here’ is really his own bed miles away. “I’ll talk to you until you fall asleep, okay?”

“Okay.” The relief starts to bubble in your middle.

“At practice tomorrow, Bokuto-san says he’s going to spike fifty tosses. Fifty. That means I have to toss fifty tosses. I question his sanity sometimes. Scratch that. A lot of the time. Scratch that. All the time.” A soft chuckle escapes your lips. “And then I have to go home and finish my History essays. Mom wants me to take the cat for her flea shots, too.” You fade in and out as he talks in his low, even voice about the days ahead. When the conversation changes, you almost miss it.

“Do you know how much you mean to me?” Maybe you haven’t responded for so long that he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. “The answer is a lot. More than anything. You’re my best friend. You encourage me. You listen to me. You stick with me. You keep smiling at me. Every time you smile at me I feel like I have to be the luckiest person on earth. I wonder what I ever did to deserve you.”

“Keiji.” His name is a breath across your lips, but he stops short. “I love you.”

After a few moments of silence he speaks again. “I love you too. Go to sleep. I’ll be here until you do.” And you know without a doubt that he will be, and that’s the knowledge that finally allows your eyes to slide shut.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu imagines #Sugawara Koushi #Akaashi Keiji #request

[reeesea]

Something Sweet: Part Three

~sweet beginnings~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, jisung/minho

warning: mild language 

words: 2.5k ish

summary: sweet beginnings and small apartments, also Seungmin baby shows up 

a/n: Im honestly just proud of myself for posting a third chapter woo!! lemme know if you read and enjoyed <3

also the spacing got wack trying to do the text convos, so hope the bold and non bold isn't too gross to look at. Minho and Jisung

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Minho wakes up to the sun streaming in through the thinly veiled curtains over his window. Thankfully he woke up to a minimal headache in spite of having gone out to the bar and an impromptu concert the night before. Rolling over in his small twin sized bed he reached for his phone to check the time and any potentially important notifications. 

9:26 am 

[ 2 new messages from Rich Boy Han Jisung ]

Minho finds himself smiling at the new messages from the boy that had stumbled upon him last night. 

2:25 am

Youre right I do hear it all the time

but it sounds pretty sweet coming from you ;} 

I'll tell J.One you thought he was amazing

9:28 am

Careful Han, your cockiness is showing

Jisungs’s cocky demeanor does nothing but make him more endearing to the older, but something gave Minho the impression that the boy already knew this. Not expecting a reply from the other this early in the morning, Minho stretched out of bed and made his way out of his small bedroom and quietly to the shared bathroom. Not a small feat in the old apartment shared by him and his roommates. Creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, and over all close proximity to each other makes being quietly courteous in the morning a frequent challenge for the boys. 

The living room at the end of the small hallway was turned into a shared bedroom for Minho's two roommates. Felix’s mattress had gotten a bed frame from some trading website a few months back when he moved in. The makeshift wall of hung shower curtains and a fold out screen gave the boys the illusion of privacy between their respective sides of the room. Even though more times than not, Minho has come home to find the lanky brunette curled up in Felix's bed instead of on his designated couch. 

Climbing over the piles of the boys’ clothes, Minho makes it to the bathroom without disturbing the other two. The two were still passed out from working their night shifts, draped over each other on the freckled boy’s bed. Neither showed signs of awakening any time in the morning hours. Minho showered quickly and changed in order to make his way out of the apartment and on his way to the studio to practice his Saturday away

Minho would have thought that the both of them would have remained in their university dorms for the summer, if they weren’t able to find apartments on their own. But, at some point after he had graduated, he had gained himself plus two of his underclassmen as roommates. He really couldn't complain though, it all made sense as all three of them were a part of the same dance studio, barely a block away, and all had reasons to be saving money. Paying a fraction of rent really helped with all that had to be saved in order to pay for school, studio fees, living, breathing, and most importantly audition fees. 

As the summer had set in, so had the wave of audition opportunities for companies and crews. Felix had mentioned needing to prepare a video audition last week for a few entertainment companies in the area. Hyunjin was busy trying to save up his money to pay for the upcoming semesters at school to graduate like Minho had. 

Entering the practice room and being welcomed by the distinctive scent of a dance studio was enough to bring Minho back to reality. Since graduating, he had been stuck in his thoughts about what to do with his future a lot. His childhood dreams of getting into the prestigious Yellow Wood Dance Academy seemed to slip farther away from him with every passing year. His audition tapes each year during university were almost always sent back, along with a ‘We are sorry to inform you…’

 It’s not like Minho couldn't keep applying, but with every year the rejection stung a little bit more, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to take another blow. No matter how confident Minho acted about his looks, when it came to dancing his ego was glass fragile. His passion for dance sometimes felt like the only thing that kept him standing, but it had been a while since he had felt rewarded for his dedication. Even when his practically broken dream haunted him a little too much, focusing back to his craft really gave him a better grasp on reality. Making his way to the front of the room to plug in his phone to pick music, a new notification popped up. 

[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

10:03am 

dw dw its all fake i assure you, all just a ploy to get you to like me

What you up to on this fineee saturday mornin??

Hmmm wouldnt you like to know 

i only tell boys i like so...

Minho smiled in spite of himself. Even over text the sparkly eyed boy was able to pull out and dust off his genuine smile. It had definitely been a while since Minho had found himself freely smiling, but here comes Han Jisung crash landing into his life, running amuck. After spending a moment debating whether or not just to tell the younger of his activities anyway, he came to the conclusion that mentioning dance would only result in more questions, and Minho really wasn't feeling like spilling his passions and dreams with the other already.

Haha i am only even more motivated now >:D

Dont strain yourself too much with that, 

im just enjoying my saturday before my shift later.

Queuing up some music Minho migrated to the middle of the room to casually freestyle and warm up for the day. Allowing the music to flood his ears, movements to take over his limbs, and only his feet to remind him of where he was, Minho’s mind went blank as he began to relax and give up control of his body to the steady beats of the song.

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By the time Minho wrapped up his practice and was  heading home the sun was already starting to settle on the lower half of the sky. Surprisingly the day had passed him by quickly. Spending the whole day grinding out a routine he had been recently working to perfect was not usually an overall fun time, but Minho found that he was able to keep his practice productive and enjoyable. 

His smile throughout the day certainly had nothing to do with his breaks to text to Jisung. The casual banter between them felt natural, and the light conversation made him feel lighter on his feet as he moved across the floor. Even with the flirty nature of their introduction, their conversation never steered far from how anyone would expect two close friends to interact. Minho found himself smiling more throughout the day as he checked Jisung’s messages throughout the morning and afternoon. 

12:25 pm

Also for the record my capacity to flirt is honestly quite unimpressive 

I hope you aren’t talking to me for my stage charisma and charm 

To sweep you off you feet, i may be a disappointment

Usually i'm just awkward, cant flirt, doesnt leave the house, Jisung

You almost tripped over your feet walking into the bar last night

Dw im not sure id want you to sweep me off my feet with that balance

You wound me ;--;

 By talking to Jisung, he had somehow managed to satisfy all of Minho’s previous curiosities while sparking new ones. Even with Minho generally avoiding giving away his own personal interests and dreams, Jisung didn't hold those same reservations and filled their conversation with “fun facts” and lively stories. Jisung’s lively play by play of the bickering taking place between his group mates, now officially introduced as Chan and Changbin, had Minho giggling on the floor of the practice room. The way Jisung described everything brought it to life in ways that he hadn’t expected from a casual text conversation. The boy was definitely a great storyteller even just over type, and Minho found himself wondering if he would get to hear his endless stories in person.

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[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

3:36 pm

Youre one interesting man Lee Minho

Han, you know almost nothing about me

On the contrary I feel like I know a good amount

Youre name is Lee Minho

You work at the fancy restaurant Menu 98

You used to work at the bar we were at last night

You have a really beautiful smile

…

Are you quite done

Definitely not but if i start going off about how stunning your eyes are 

you might block me

Which would be a shame please dont

What happened to awkward Jisung who cant flirt huh?

Minho returned to the small apartment to find Felix attempting to cook some ramen in the microscopic kitchen and Hyunjin sprawled across the couch watching some variety show. Felix was probably fueling up in order to spend the night gaming the weekend away before his work overtook his weekdays again. Hyunjin barely looked to be conscious but still managed to wave a greeting to Minho as he walked into the room. 

“How’d practice go?” 

“Pretty well. Finally was able to clean up that middle section I’ve been messing up.” Minho hurried into the other room to shower once again before heading to the restaurant for his evening shift. 

“Oh glad to hear it.” Felix’s voice filtered in from his place by the stove that was shoved in a corner of the room, along with a fridge and a sink that barely classified it as a kitchen unit. None of the three were complaining, the stove heated up their ramen water and the fridge kept their milk cold, what more could they ask for?

“WAIT, did you talk to that guy at the bar last night???” Hyunjin’s loud voice carried from the couch through their thin walls allowing Minho to clearly hear even if his bedroom door was closed. 

“Which one, Jinnie?? You gotta be more clear than that.” Minho had actually stacked up a few numbers from his night and received atleast ten free drinks from other patrons. Not too bad for the first night out, but of course the only phone number he had bothered messaging happened to be the one he had been texting all day.

“You know the one, the rapper one you left to go see perform.” Minho of course knew, but he wasn't gonna admit it to his roommate so easily, and just hummed in response eliciting a groan from the younger. 

“If you haven’t, you so should. 3racha is all everyone from the bar is talking about. Their concert must have been a big deal or something.” 

“WHAT, 3RACHA? You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Felix, apparently a fan, shuffles in with his ramen in hand to accompany the loud outburst.

“Hyung! One of them gave you their number?? They’re literally like the next big thing in the music scene. Which one of them was it?”  

J.One, Han Jisung, the cute pink hoodie guy

“His name is Jisung I’m pretty sure.” Minho was very sure. “I didnt know they were such a big deal” 

“J.One gave you his number? Damn hyung, you don't even know. They’ve been performing locally for years but their fan base has grown a ton in the last year. There’s rumors that they've signed with a company and are going to come out with something soon.” Felix continued spouting off information on the group to them, as Minho continued his routine of preparing for work at Menu 98. 

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[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

4:35 pm

Looks like my roommate is a fan of you guys

We’re not talking the tall beautiful bartender from last night right

No that was Hyunjin, Felix is the fan

beautiful?

Ah atleast ill be on the good side of one of ur roomies

Yeah tall boy was pretty, but something about him made me think he didnt like me

I think it was his face, and his height

Most tall pretty boys dont take too well to a squirrel boy being in their territory ya know. 

Whats not to like about a cute squirrel boy

Im sure he likes you and youre over thinking

If his two roommates like you, he’ll have to like you by association

:o 

Did Lee Minho just admit to liking me 

Wow the development, less than 24 hours 

We love to see it

Your ridiculous

I said nothing of the sort

Sure sure hyung

Gtg now, dinner shifts starting

Have fun at work!!!!

(wait can i call you hyung???)

Minho left him on read as he walked into the restaurant, already bustling with waiters and the changing of shifts for the dinner crowd. ‘Less than 24 hours’ and Minho was already admitting indirectly that he liked the boy he had only just properly met the night before. Stranger things have happened he supposed. Minho continued to surprise himself with this one though. He was not one to seek out friendships or relationships. Anything more than the very occasional one night stand, was practically void from Minho’s social life. Other than the people he had met through dance and his roommates, there were very few others that Minho had chosen to form any kind of relationship with. Even his co-workers were mostly just faces and names he had to remember in order to do his job well. 

Well, expect Seungmin.

“You look awfully happy today, who spiked your coffee this morning?” Seungmin had been a newly inserted character in Minho’s life but they became fast friends after a few too many late night shifts without proper caffeination. 

Seungmin had been a newly hired host at Menu 98, just the average polite university student with enough experience to get hired. When Minho met him they exchanged the basic pleasantries and thought that would be the end of that, until one fated closing shift. A certain, tipsy, entitled, rich, high class asshole of a customer had held up Minho’s section for much of the night. Minho found himself being bossed around and verbally berated throughout the night, trying to serve the women who appeared to never be satisfied with the food or service Minho was offering. By the end of the night, she was their last customer and Minho saw her to the front to pay. His customer service smile, strained and barely holding up, and the woman’s complaints, even while paying, had him wanting to drop all his pleasantries and curse her out as she waltzed out the door.

    “What an absolute fucking pain in the ass of a woman”

Minho hadn’t thought he had said his thoughts aloud, but looked up to catch Seungmin, who had let the words come out in hushed tones as he held a sickening polite smile on his face. After that point the two had bonded over various pain in the ass customers and a mutual love for sarcastic backhanded insults. Minho's relationship with Seungmin was probably the closest thing to a friendship that the older had experienced in a while. 

“No spiked coffee, sadly” 

“Well something’s making your usual sad bitch face smile, so it's gotta be good. Hmm...Meet someone?” Seungmin’s signature puppy eyes were on full display, but not without the signature  mischievous glint they always held. 

“Well wouldn't you like to know Seungmo~ but me and my usually flawlessly beautiful face got to go charm our way into some extra tips.” Minho gave the boy a gentle pat on his head, that was met with a stubborn pout forming at the younger’s lips.

“You definitely met someone, you usually don't have this much self-confidence so early into the evening.” Minho did nothing but giggle at his comment and made his way to the back room to begin his shift. 

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one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

#stray kids fic #stray kids #skz #skz fic #minsung #lee minho #han jisung #stray kids han #lee know #jisung #idk what to tag anymore

[chwesolai]

cafe girl, grocery boy | ch.9

falling for you

[masterlist]

taglist @xumingh0e​ (can’t tag @jaybeenow)

“I don’t get it.” “Get what?” “You.” He laughs, “What are you on about now?” “You make me feel all-” “Soft? Gushy?” “Never say gushy around me again,” he laughs once more, “but yeah. You make me feel something I’ve never felt before.” “Well, I can say the same thing.” She stops dead in her tracks, turning around facing him. The silence was deadly yet the two were locked in place. And then-

CHAPTER SONG: falling for you by SEVENTEEN’s Joshua & Jeonghan

here we go (SUPER FLUFFY) also apologies for the late update :(

-Y/n-

“So, you driving or I’m driving?” Seungcheol asks as we finally make it to the parking lot, as I catch my breath for a second, “Oh! OH! Y/n, I didn’t-”

Lunging over the side of my car, heaving like a dog (i hate out of shape self), “N-n-no! I-I’m fine” I nervously laugh and swallow my breath as I stand up straight, “I’ll drive.” 

“Alright! And still, are you sure you’re ok, didn’t mean to knock the wind out of you,” he sadly smiles, he feels bad dont make him feel bad y/n.

“Choi Seungcheol, I. Am. Fine,” I smile at him, “this just shows I need a personal trainer,” he smiles back at me. “I’ll hold you on that, Ms. y/n,” Seungcheol laughs as we both get into my car, please his laugh is so cute im-

“Show me the way, Mr. Seungcheol.” “Yes, of course, Ms. Y/n.” “You’re a dork,” I laugh as I start my car, “Lets go!”

-Seungcheol-

She’s so pretty, I can’t believe this is happening. “And you’re going to take a right on this next light.”

“You got it!” She nods as she begins to hum along to the song playing off her stereo, a playlist called in the clouds was playing. 

“What song is this?”

“Oh!” She didn’t even realized she was singing, my heart, “life hack by vaundy! I’ve been on this Japanese indie craze for a bit, I blame Chan, he’s always playing it in the shop,” She looks over at me, nodding my head to the music,  “You can cue up a song if you want!” I look over to her phone and she laughs, “you can do it on the screen, Seungcheol.”

Idiot. “Oh! Oh ok!” I reach over to the screen and begin typing as y/n’s car swerves a hard left.

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING!” Y/n screams as she continues to turn, causing us to both do a hard lean to the left, leaving me a few inches away from y/n, why is she so pretty, I’m- “Seungcheol! I am so sorry I don’t know- oh! hello,” She gets to a stoplight and turns her head to see me so close to her.

“I-i-i I’m so sorry,” I lean away fast as I feel the blood rush to flood my cheeks, “The car just- and I was picking a song and- yeah”

“You’re so cute Cheol,” I look at her as I hear that nickname come out of her mouth. Her smile slowly starts to fade, no I like the nickname I like when you say it, “Sorry! I didn’t know if it was ok with you to call you that I know Jihoon calls you that and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to call you Co-”

Coups. Never call me that, Y/n. “I like hearing you call me Cheol,” I reassure y/n since she wasn’t looking at the road and at me in panic, “Now, you’re going to miss your turn missy.”

Her smile returns and I resume queuing my song up, One and Only You by GOT7, “Would not have taken you as a kpop fan, Mr Seungcheol,” y/n says in shock as she reads the song title I typed in.

“Ah, yeah. It’s my guilty pleasure.” I just laugh to make it seem less awkward that I just admitted I like kpop to her. “I love this group! I saw GOT7 last summer with my friends,” she laughs, “Glad I know you have taste.” We both laugh as the song begins to play. 

Wow, her singing voice is even pretty, do I show that I can rap these verses? yes, yes I am. 

“OK CHEOL!” She gasps in excitement as I begin to rap along with the song, “THAT WAS SO GOOD WHAT” She glaces over at with the biggest smile ever, “I’m so inviting you to karaoke night now.”

I just laugh in response of her excitement, “the place is on your right, y/n.”

“Hm,” she nods, still smiling like crazy. This night is going so well already.

-Y/n-

That car ride was better than half the dates I’ve been on in the past year. 

I park my car in front of what looks like a fried chicken restaurant, “Ok, the owners are family friends, my parents helped them buy this place. They opened like two weeks ago, so, beware of loud screaming when we go in.” Cheol turns to me before I took off my seat belt, wow his eyes are so- FOCUS Y/N

I smile, “trust me, I know this feeling all too well, imagine trying to go eat barbecue with your best friends and the servers keep calling ‘unnie’ because apparently, your mom is their talent agent.” We both just laugh at this odd similarity we share and continued to talk about all these odd places where, apparently, our parents know the owners and we just have to smile and wave and then our conversation was rudely interrupted by my stomach growling, out. loud.

“I think we should head in,” Cheol just sweetly smiles at me, “prepare for the hyenas.” I shake my head, smiling as we both exit my car. 

Seoul was slowly lighting up for the night, when was the last time I went out on a date, this nice. “I know, this city is beautiful.” My thoughts interrupted by Seungcheol looking at me, smiling, “Moving here was the best decision I think I ever made.”

“I’d have to agree with you,” I look back at him and then go out and extend my hand. Oh god, its too early to this, you’re an idiot y/n why did- OH MY GOD HE’S HOLDING YOUR HAND MY HAND OUR FINGERS ARE INTERLOCKED OH WE”RE WALKING IN NOW OK STOP Y/N BREATHE. Cheol pushes the door open and a little bell chimes and then-

“Hi, welcome to- CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!” A host greets us, loudly, as we enter the doors, “What do I have the honor of having you dine in tonight?”

Cheol just dry-laughs, this guy is so kissing up to him right now, “Hi Hye-jeon, I’m just eating with someone, can we have the upstairs table please?” 

“Of course, for 2?”

Seungcheol nods and we walk up a spiral staircase to see a sea of tables and booths, this place is FULL of just university students, “The end booth please.”

“Of course, your waitress will be right out with you guys.” Hye-jeon places our menus and water pitcher with cups and leaves us to sit down.

“So, he’s something.” I nod my head as he walks away. Cheol just laughs as he pours us both water and then hands me my cup, “thank you.”

“Of course and him. He’s trying to be part of my parents’ business and thinks being my “friend” will help him but honestly, he’s a dumbass.” I choke on my water, laughing. “Kiss-asses should just chill like damn, it must be dark up someone’s ass for that long.”

Now it was Cheol’s turn to choke on his water, “please you’re killing me,” Cheol begins to giggle, causing people to look at us, “Sorry!” Cheol turns around and bows his head at the other people in the area. He’s so dorky, I think I’m-

“So, what should we get?” 

-

The night went by so fast and so did our food and beer. Four empty baskets of chicken. Two beer glasses, mid-way empty. 

“So, you’re telling me your parents stopped you from being an idol because they didn’t want you to live that life yet they run an entire COMPANY of idols.”

“I wish it made sense too.” I giggle while hiccuping. “Ok, missy, I think that’s enough for you.” Cheol takes away my glass from me, “Let me pay and we can walk around the area for a bit to kill the buzz, ok?”

“Hmmm,” I hum as I set my head on the window next to us.

-Seungcheol-

I pick up the check and glace over at y/n and she’s just watching the streets and lights, admiring it. She’s so precious. As I’m pulling my wallet out, y/n grabs my arm, “why is he here.” The two of us glance outside of the window and see an all too familiar looking motorcycle, “now what the fuck is his deal?”

“Hurry we can get out before he sees us,” Y/n looks at me with glossy eyes. I nod as I set cash down, writing ‘keep the change’ on the receipt, “there’s an employee exit I usually go through, come on.” I grab her hand and the two of us begin to rush out. Out of breath, she starts to laugh.

“I don’t get it.” 

“Get what?” 

“You.”

 I just laughs at her, “What are you on about now?” 

“You make me feel all-” 

“Soft? Gushy?” 

“Never say gushy around me again,” I laughs once more, “but yeah. You make me feel something I’ve never felt before.” 

“Well, I can say the same thing.” She stops dead in her tracks, turning around facing me. 

The silence was deadly yet we were locked in place. And then-

why must everything end up like this?

#svt scoups #scoups #s.coups fluff #s.coups imagines #s.coups au #cafe girl grocery boy

[delicrieux]

god save the queen [ eggsy x reader ] 001

warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol

words: 1876

summary:  The relationship between Statesmen and Kinsgmen is fairly good, could be a bit better though. Various failed mission in the past has put some tension between the two branches, but thankfully, an olive branch, one looking exactly like (Name) (Lastname), is extended and intended to patch up any fights the Cousins had had. She is sent on a secret mission to London along with her new partner Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin to guard some expensive jewels and accidentaly save the world.

a/n:  since tequila's name isn't made public, i just call him channing (since that's the actors name lololol) also! this is somewhat of an AU where the golden circle hasn't happened (yet) and the two branches already know each other and have worked in the past.

MASTERLIST KO-FI.  AO3. GSTQ masterpost.

from america, with love 

The ice cold water running down a lone faucet turns hot and pink once it connects with the hands of yours truly. The bathroom is quiet. Usually after training most would be here, relieving themselves after a beating and/or taking a shower to wash away the grime and tension. None of these fall into the category of your current occupation. You hiss softly when the stream connects with raw knuckles, eye the tares in the skin and cuss lowly, as if afraid that someone might hear you. The pale white lights create illusions, they almost make your head spin: everything is so polished it reflects and turns neon. You look up; see your reflection staring right back at you with a confused, tired and angry face.

“Fuck…” Another low curse escapes your parted lips as you lean closer to inspect the subtle red peeking out your left nostril, “Fuckin’ Margarita…Name suggest she’d be a lot sweeter…” You mumble to yourself. Ah, yes, now you recall it all in vivid detail.

The training room was mostly empty, just a few leftover Statesman lurking around: some picked up their bags and left shortly, some stuck around to punch and kick and do some push ups. You and she were the only ones sparring. After a few minutes or so you felt your breath burn in your lungs; you had her pinned and she grunted, tried to elbow your foot away from her neck, but you only pushed harder and in turn, made her angrier. Margarita is a poor fighter, you knew this, everyone there knew this, and that’s why a crowd started to form around you soon after her first tumble to the ground and your ‘Get the fuck up’. Everyone was expecting you to throw in one of your famous kicks and knock some of her teeth out, you even overheard Wine and Ale making bets on how much the poor girl was going to get this time. You got cocky (you usually do). Let a triumphant smile slip on your face as you looked straight into her big blue eyes and were taken off guard from what you saw: rage. Pure, unfiltered rage. She most likely had had enough of you humiliating her in front of the whole agency, honestly – who could blame her ?- and before you realized what’s what she slipped your tight pin, jumped onto her feet and nicked you so hard that your bones rattled.

A collective gasp and amused, hushed whispers followed right after that, a whistle from Ale. Margarita, or Stacy Simons, shared one last second of victory before tumbling to the ground from exhaustion.

You turn off the faucet. A few drops pick on the side of it and drop with a silent ping. “Great…” You utter, eyeing the bruise slowly forming on the bridge of your nose, “Just when I have to meet those fucking brits, too.”

~*~

A couple of layers of makeup, a shower and an extra minute or so to pick the right outfit and it’s already two hours later. 11am. You trot down the hallway with your hands still aching by your sides. You try to concentrate. Try to think of what will you say to the cousins – from what Cider has told you, they have a major stick stuck up their ass. Well, that’s no surprise, really. You picture Kingsmen exactly as he had described: cold, like their weather, polite, but not honest, polished and of course, having a master’s degree in queuing. Also, Cider mentioned something about them being in a true gentleman(y) age. Which was quite a surprise, honestly, since most of the recruits working in Statesman are barely over twenty five. You fall into a small handful that is twenty one…You and Margarita. You guess that’s why you pick on her so much.

“Oi.”

You have a sudden urge to roll your eyes so far back into your head that you are sure they might pop out. Tequila joins you (where exactly did he come from you have no idea – Statesmen have this sort of magical ability to just show up). He towers over you and is never afraid to exploit this advantage either to eye your cleavage, which is hidden at the moment, or to mess up your hairdo. His hand was already raising and you smack it away before it reaches you. Tequila snorts, “Pissy mood?”

“Shove it.”

“Hey, not my problem that Margarita nearly knocked you out.”

“Beginners luck.” You scoff.

“She ain’t exactly a beginner.” He states, “Maybe you’re losing your touch,--“

“-Maybe you should go fuck right off before I make you.”

He raises his hands in defence, slows his pace, “Woah, you wound me.”

“Oh, I wish I did.”

To an outsider this conversation would suggest that the two of you hate each other. And you do. But there is also this strange sense of familiarity, companionship, just two friends making fun of each other for the hell of it. Tequila can’t help the grin that spreads on his face, and you can’t help yourself either. The tension fades just as abruptly as it had come. The two of you turn a corner, this time led by peaceful silence. You with a quick step return once again to thinking how to act like a proper lady in front of those English Queen’s Messengers, and Tequila, lagging behind just a bit, eyes the way your hips sway. Both of you are thinking about something equally important.

Soon or not soon enough the office doors come into view and you feel a pang of excitement springs in your chest. You glance at Tequila. He tilts his favourite hat at you with a smile. You don’t return the gesture, merely turn to see the dark wood doors behind your future lies. The two of you stop. No sounds escape from the other side, and you have no idea if they’re talking or drinking or possibly both. With Champagne it’s usually multitasking, that’s one of the reasons you like and respect him so much.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, (Name), just open the damn door.” Tequila sighs. You shoot him a displeased glance but comply; your fingers hook around the handle and with an uneasy heart you open the door fully. Your body drowns in sunshine and you have to squint. A pleasant ‘Oh’ and ‘you’re here’ from Champagne and you see him sitting in his chair with a cigar in hand. His attention then turns to the other end of the table and with a smile he motions to you and Channing standing by the door.

“Gentleman,” Champagne starts, “Some of my finest.”

Well, Cider wasn’t exactly wrong about their age, but damn did you not expect to see a slightly shorter male about your age looking like a proper British gentleman, just without wrinkles. You try not to stare, but it is a bit hard. He stands with poise, hands behind his back and his chin tilted in a way you can see the brilliant outline of his jaw. A smirk slowly rises to his lips once your eyes meet. Your brow ticks and you promptly look away, “That’s Tequila. A rowdy one, I suggest him on hand-to-hand missions, stealth ain’t really…his brand.”

“Damn right.” Channing agrees.

“And that’s…” Champagne’s eyes land on you, “Gin.” He glances at the Cousins, “She blends with just about anything and anyone. Be careful, though. The girl packs a punch.”

“And knows how to take one.” Tequila adds.

Champagne chuckles, “Ain’t that right? Sit down, you two. I’d like to give you a heads-up.” The two of you obey without a word in protest. Tequila sits on Champagne’s left; you go sit a few chairs back on his right. “So, I and my humble guests have been discussing a mission. In London, to be specific. Now, neither of you have been overseas yet, so that’s why I recommended you. It is their choice, however, which one of you to pick.” Instantly, your gaze shoots to the three men at the end of the table. Your eyes narrow – you recognise one! Galabad…Galasad? Mad?—What’s the difference?! You remember Ginger mentioning finding an agent wounded when this whole Valentine business took place. Sadly, you were in LA at that time on a romantic getaway with your ex-boyfriend. Looks like agent Galahwatever is fine after all.

“And…” You pipe up, “What exactly is the mission?”

Champagne shrugs, “Only one of you will find out, I’m afraid.”

~*~

Evening. The bar is rowdy with customers and country music blares from the old jukebox by the door with such flare and passion that one would think it was brand new. Some men by the pool table score and cheer, glasses clink and a few crash to the ground and shatter into a thousand glistering pieces. The bartender, Caroline, sends one last wink your way before she throws a dirty rag over her shoulder and moves away from the counter and you take her place. You smile down at your new partner, Galahad Junior, sitting on a stool right in front of you. He eyes the glass you gave him: a cold clear liquid with frosty ice sizzling at its bottom, smelling of Sprite and having a carefully sliced lime in its corner. You hold up one, too.

“Are all of you Statesmen working part time as bartenders?” He asks.

You tick a brow, “We all know how to make our drinks. Tequila is a master of shots, Wine picks out the best cheese to go along with his glass and I…” You motion to the glass in your hand, “Make a killer Gin and Tonic. Careful, though. Might be a bit too strong for you.” He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth with a mildly-amused expression. You take a shy sip. The alcohol burns the inside of your mouth, filling your nostrils with its sharp taste and sliding down your throat like a warm, fuzzy snake. Galahad follows in your example.

“Not bad.” He says.

You shrug, “And how about you? Are all Kingsmen tailors?” You lean onto the counter, “Will you make me a custom suit, Galahad Junior?”

“It’s Eggsy, and the only thing I can do is take your suit off.”

“A generous invitation that I will have to decline, Egi.”

“Eggsy.”

“Whatever.” You mumble into your drink.

“And you?” He pesters, “Was your name?”

“(Name).” You introduce, “Don’t get used to saying it, though. You’ll know me only as Gin.”

“Why’s that?”

“We’re not friends, Galahad.” You state, “And I doubt that we will be.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow; the corner of his lip curls into a tiny smirk, “I bet after five of these-“ He motions to his drink, “we’ll be the best of friends the world has ever known.”

“How early is our flight, again?”

“Depends on how early you want to back out.” He grins, “C’mon, call your bartender friend and tell her to keep ‘em comin’, yea? I think we’re gonna take a while.”

You smirk, “God save the Queen.” You toast.

“And bless America.”

Your glasses clink. It seems like a long night is ahead of you.

tbc (if you want to be tagged, let me know!)

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