#seungsik fluff

[slytherinshua]

TEXTS WITH VAMPIRE BF VICTON

genre. fluff. crack. smau. warnings. blood and vampire stuff lol. my bad humour. maybe a tiny bit suggestive?? biting...? a little bit of angst in byungchan's. bats as well... just basically every vampire thing you can think of lmao. pairing. ot7 victon x reader (separate). a/n. this is all because of @haecien and our vampire bartender seungwoo delusions... now here i am doing everyone :D

SEUNGWOO

SEUNGSIK

HEOCHAN

SEJUN

HANSE

BYUNGCHAN

SUBIN

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

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[chanis-banani]

Hello! Could you do making out with Victon please?

With pleasure! ♡

So since you didn't request a specific format like headcanons, I decided to do a little drabble for each member, but then I got carried away so those "drabbles" turned into about 600 words per member sjfxlmxsjnlsmhgsxslkjkm - I'm so sorry if that's not what you wanted -

Also it became a bit smuttier than I initially intended, oops- Like it's not full-on smut, but I guess "suggestive" would be an understatement...

Sorry this is so chaotic, I just get really hyped about victon 💗

Note: I don't write about Chan, so he is not included in this post.

18+ content ahead!

± 600 words per member

Seungsik

The late-afternoon sun cast its light on your skin as you sat on the edge of the pool and dreamily dangled your legs into the water. "I got the towels!" Seungsik called from behind you. When you turned around, you were greeted by his wide, happy smile as he came up to you, carrying two large beach towels.

He tossed the towels into a chair and jumped into the water without hesitation. "Come join me, the water is lovely!" he said, full of excitement, while reaching out his hand. You allowed him to help you into the water and once you were in the pool, Seungsik immediately pulled you against him.

His wet hair stuck to his forehead and your faces were so close to each other that some of the drops from his hair landed on the tip of your nose. You pressed a soft kiss on his lips and then pulled away to look into his gorgeous eyes, only to be met with a mischievous grin on his face. "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" he said while snaking his arms around your waist.

You scoffed at him, in disbelief that he could be so greasy, and you pushed yourself away from him. "If you're so hot, then maybe you should cool down a little," you replied while mirroring the look of mischief from his face. Then you pushed him completely underwater, but Seungsik immediately got his revenge as he pulled you right down with him.

Both of you gasped for air when you came up again. He coughed while you were still trying to wipe the water out of your eyes, but you both laughed happily. "That's what you get for trying to drown me," Seungsik said while he swam back to you. You gave him an offended look and splashed some water at him. "No, that's what YOU get for being so cheesy all of a sudden!" He turned his head to dodge the water from hitting his face and laughed.

Suddenly you felt his arms around your waist again as he pulled you back against him and he pressed a kiss on your lips. Before you could properly kiss him back, he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes and grinned. "Don't pretend you don't like it..." Your felt your cheeks getting hot from his comment. You wanted to say something witty in return, but for once you were speechless.

He gently took both of your hands in his own and gave each of them a kiss, after which he guided them to his neck. Following his gentle guidance, you wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his hair. When he kissed you again, you could feel his smile against your lips. This time you wouldn't let him pull away and you held on tightly to his neck as you kissed him back. His lips were still wet from the pool water, which just made it all the more hot to you.

His hands moved from your waist down to your hips at a pace that was almost provokingly slow. Then down to your butt and even further down to the back of your thighs, suddenly lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. "You're so hot..." you whimpered against his lips, while he carried you through the water, towards the edge of the pool. Even when he sat you down on the edge, you kept your legs wrapped tightly around him, making him chuckle a little bit. In an ideal world, you would never have to let go of his warm embrace.

Seungwoo

Seungwoo sat on the couch, reading a book when you entered the room. Aside from one of his t-shirts, you had absolutely no clothes on. He noticed you right away and raised his eyebrows in that unique way he always does. "Well hello," he said with a little laugh and he shut his book. "Couldn't you find your underwear this morning?"

You looked down at yourself as if you had no idea what he was talking about and shrugged in feigned ignorance. "Nope," you replied while you walked into the kitchen, "do you want some coffee?"

Seungwoo got up from the couch without replying and he stood closely behind you while you made the coffee. He laid one of his hands on your hip and he used the other to play around with the edge of your shirt - or rather his shirt, which you were wearing. He brought his face to your neck, letting out a little sigh while he brushed the tip of his nose against your skin. "You really know how to get my attention..." he mumbled, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

Still you decided to act completely ignorant as you turned to him. You looked into his tapioca pearl eyes and smiled innocently. "Have you had breakfast yet?" you asked.

This was enough to set him off. He took your wrists in his hands and pushed you with your back against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. He pressed himself against your body and began to kiss you passionately on your lips. A little squeal escaped you as you felt how he pushed one of his legs in between yours and pressed it against your sensitive area.

He grinned against your lips, now letting go of your wrists in order to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you even more tightly against him. Then he removed his lips from yours and brought them to your neck instead, hungrily kissing you right next to your jaw.

The intensity of his kisses and his hold on you made you weak in the knees. At this point you were glad he held you so tightly, because you might have lost your balance otherwise. Not that you minded at all. You loved to surrender yourself to him. Having him all over you was one of the best feelings in the world - as if you had a warm, loving shield around you, that also happened to be a great kisser, among other things.

He continued to kiss your neck while his slender fingers hooked themselves under your shirt and he began to tug on it. You instinctively raised your arms and before you knew it, Seungwoo had already pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere into the room. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support while his lips returned to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth, making him moan happily.

"I've already had breakfast..." he mumbled against your lips. His hands moved down from your waist to your hips and you could feel how his grip tightened around your butt. "...but I'm starting to get hungry for lunch," he continued and suddenly you felt how he lifted you up and sat you down on the counter. You squealed as he pushed your legs apart and placed himself in between them. He gave you one final, intense kiss on the lips and then began to trail his kisses down from your neck to your chest, all the way down until his mouth was right between your legs.

Sejun

It was late and night. Neither you or Sejun were able to sleep, so you had decided to watch a movie together. You sat in your favorite spot; in the corner of the couch, and Sejun sat next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm thirsty," he whined all of a sudden. You laughed a little, until you saw how he looked at you with those puppy eyes, letting you realize who was gonna have to solve this problem for him. "What, you want me to get it for you?" you asked in disbelief and he nodded sweetly.

With a groan, you got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water for him and you took one for yourself while you were at it. But when you returned with the water, you saw that Sejun had taken your favorite spot on the couch. Even though he was smiling innocently, he knew very well that was YOUR spot.

"Lim Sejun," you said sternly, "you better get out of that spot right now." He grinned at you, distracting you with the exposure of his beautiful dimples and he shook his head stubbornly. "I don't want to! It's comfy..." You attempted to pull him away from your spot, but Sejun still refused to go anywhere.

Eventually you gave up and decided to get back at him by sitting down on his lap, facing the TV. He looked a little surprised, but satisfied with the outcome. His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on your shoulder again, but you weren't so keen on letting him have his way. In order to distract him from the movie, you began to grind yourself back and forth on his thigh.

Almost immediately, you felt how he slowly began to get hard and he nervously attempted to shift into a different position. By now Sejun wasn't the only one who began to get needy and you turned around on his lap so you were facing him. You cupped his face with your hands and began to press gentle kisses on his lips. He returned your kisses with the same gentleness and placed one of his hands on the back of your head, softly stroking his fingers through your hair.

You could feel a smile growing on his lips as your kisses became more passionate and you stroked his lovely dimples with your thumbs. "Why do you have to be so cute," you mumbled in between kisses, causing him to grin happily. He moved both of his hands down to your hips and held them tightly as he slowly began to move them for you, making you grind on his thigh again.

You let out a surprised moan and pulled your lips away from his to look into his eyes, which had a little sparkle in them. He was so beautiful when he smiled at you like this. "Don't stop," he said with a husky voice while urging you to keep grinding on his thigh. With flustered cheeks, you obeyed and began to move your hips with more intensity.

A satisfied smirk showed on Sejun's lips and he placed his index finger under your chin to guide your lips back to his. When you felt his tongue brush against your lips, you greedily parted them for him. Both of you let out content little moans as your kisses grew more passionate and hungry and the way you were grinding on his thigh got more desperate.

Let's just say you both missed the entire plot of the movie you were watching...

Hanse

Hanse had been rapping loudly in your ear for several minutes now. Of course he was a great rapper and usually you loved to hear him show off his talents. But not at 2 am when you were trying to sleep. You'd had a long day and wanted nothing more than to close your eyes and drift off, but Hanse still had a lot of energy and didn't feel like shutting up just yet.

He brought his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his breath on your skin as he rapped a part from Take Over and you groaned loudly in annoyance. Finally you had enough and turned to him. You roughly grabbed his chin and pulled him closer to you so you could press your lips on his to shut him up. When your lips detached, you looked him in the eyes and said "I love you very much but please shut the fuck up."

He looked flustered from your sudden kiss. There was a dark blush on his cheeks and a little giggle escaped him. But just when you thought he would finally be quiet, he began to rap his second verse from What I Said: "When I spit bars on this beat, they call it fire, go tell 'em I killed this, man I gotta go harder-"

You pressed your lips on his again and this time also pushed him down into the mattress. Without breaking the kiss, you crawled on top of him. You knew damn well that he just did that so you would kiss him more, but you didn't care. At least he shut up this way.

He grinned so much that you could feel the corners of his mouth curl up as you kissed him. He gently brushed his tongue against your lips, nearly begging for you to let him in. Though you didn't think he deserved to be kissed like that, you enjoyed it too much to refuse, so you reluctantly parted your lips for him.

He put his hand on the back of your neck to pull you even closer to him and he let out little moans as he greedily accepted your kisses. But when he got too excited, you put him in his place by pushing his shoulders back into the mattress, forcing him to stay down. A soft whimper escaped him and he squirmed beneath you in enjoyment.

After a while, you pulled your tongue back from his mouth, but didn't stop kissing him just yet. Rather than pulling away completely, you sucked on his lower lip a little and nibbled on his piercing, fully aware of how horny that made him. He squealed and bucked his hips up at you, brushing his bulge against your inner thigh.

Satisfied, you pulled away and grinned down at him. "Alright, let's go to sleep." He immediately pouted at you and took your hand in his. "Nooooo you can't do that to me! Please!" he whined and he began to press kisses on your hand. You looked down at him without saying a word, but couldn't help but smile a little. He smiled back at you and continued to press tons of kisses on your hand, moving up to your wrist. "Please," he begged, "please let me fuck you first."

You scoffed at him and let out a defeated sigh. "Fine," you groaned, "as long as you know that you don't actually deserve it after being so annoying." He nodded enthusiastically and swiftly pushed you down into the mattress so he could get on top of you. He immediately brought his mouth to your neck and began to place kisses al over it, whispering "I don't deserve you" against your skin.

Byungchan

You sat at your desk with your study materials in front of you. In only two days, you would have a major exam for a course you really struggled with. You had been studying for days already and even though it was going somewhat decently, it took a lot of effort to even understand the littlest things.

You looked up when you heard a knock on the door and Byungchan entered the room. "Hey y/n, are you coming to bed soon? It's 11 pm.." A smile appeared on your face, because having Byungchan around felt like a wave of relaxation after attempting to study for hours. But that smile soon disappeared when you remembered how much work you had left to do.

"I'm sorry honey, but I still have too much to do. I can't just stop yet. If you're really tired you can go to bed without me." Byungchan shook his head and sat down on top of the desk, right next to your study materials. "No, it's not that I'm tired..." he said while picking up your book to have a look at what you were studying. After reading a small paragraph, he quickly put it back down with a mildly disgusted look on his face. "...I just miss your company."

You took his hand and played around with his fingers. His hand was warm and soft and it became so tempting to join Byungchan into the bedroom, but you stayed strong and shook your head. "Not yet. I have to finish this first." Byungchan got up from the desk and stood behind you, laying both of his hands on your shoulders. "How long do you think you need?" he asked, while he gently began to massage your neck and shoulders for you.

You slowly felt yourself getting hotter, but you still picked up your book and returned to the right page. "I don't know honey. Another hour at least..." you sighed.

"Hmmm," was all he replied. He continued to massage your shoulders while he brought his face to your neck and pressed a kiss on your skin. You ignored him and continued to read from your book, but goosebumps began to cover your skin as he pressed more and more kisses onto your neck, while his hair tickled against your cheek.

You froze when you suddenly felt his tongue on your skin and a little shiver went down your spine when you realized he was giving you a hickey. "Hey, I'm trying to study!" You meant to say it sternly, but it came out as a pathetic whimper. He chuckled and the way his breath brushed against your skin made another shiver go down your spine.

You put the book back on the desk and stood up from the chair, turning to him. "Okay how about this: I give you 10 minutes, but after that you have to leave me alone so I can study. Do we have a deal?" He nodded and immediately locked his lips with yours, making you let out a little gasp. His arms snaked around your waist in order to pull you tightly against him and he hummed happily against your lips as he kissed you.

You were a little taken aback by his enthusiasm, but it also turned you on and you wrapped your arms around his neck in return. You slowly shuffled backwards to the desk and sat down on it, pulling him closer to you. He cupped your face with his hands while he kissed you, stroking both of your cheeks before suddenly pulling away from you with a big smirk and sparkly eyes. "10 minutes right?" he asked and you nodded. "That should be enough," he said and then he locked his lips with yours again, while guiding your hand down to his crotch.

Subin

It was a beautiful spring day and since the weather was so good, you and Subin decided to get ice cream together. The birds were happily singing their songs as the two of you entered the park with your ice cream. He got chocolate flavor, while you got vanilla. "Maybe we could sit over there," you said, pointing to an empty spot in the grass. And thus you sat down in the field together, bathing in the sunlight while being surrounded by tons of little flowers.

After finishing the last bite of his ice cream, Subin lay down in the grass and closed his eyes in satisfaction. "Are you photosynthesizing?" you asked him with a little giggle. He pouted at your mockery and opened one eye to look at you. All of a sudden, he sat back up and pointed at your lower lip. "You have something on your face."

"Oh-..." Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and you brought your hand up to your lip to wipe off the little drop of vanilla ice cream, but Subin firmly grabbed your wrist to stop you. "I'll handle that," he smirked and before you knew it, he was licking the spilled ice cream right from your lip. "SUBIN!" you squealed and you quickly pushed him away, completely flustered.

He just laughed and even had the audacity to lick his lips. "Hmm, you taste nice. I should have gotten vanilla too," he said with a huge smirk, while you were still trying to come to your senses. "Subin, we're in public," you mumbled and you subtly tried to look around to see if anyone had noticed. "So what? People kiss in public all the time," he replied, still with a smirk on his face. "Yeah and that's gross," you murmured in response.

He chuckled and inched a little bit closer to you again. "How can love be gross?" You felt how his index finger hooked underneath your chin and directed your face towards him while he brought his lips back to yours. "I want another taste," he whispered under his breath and then your lips connected again.

Since you weren't caught off guard this time, you could clearly taste the chocolate from his own ice cream on his lips. The combination of lingering chocolate flavor from Subin's lips and the vanilla flavor from your own created a kiss that was almost oreo flavored. The sensation was almost overwhelming, but after a little while you relaxed and gave in completely.

Without breaking the kiss, Subin brought his hand to your shoulder and gently pushed you down onto your back while he lay next to you on his side, supporting himself on his elbow. He moved his free hand from your shoulder to your face and softly stroked your cheek with his thumb.

The grass beneath you tickled the back of your neck, giving you little goosebumps on your neck and butterflies in your stomach. You brought your hands to Subin's neck, stroking your fingers through his hair and soon you noticed that this gave him goosebumps as well.

After some time, Subin slowly pulled his lips away from yours and continued to stroke your cheek while he looked into your eyes. You both had the same loving smile on your face as you looked at each other like this. Then he lay down on his back as well and you rolled onto your side to look at him. "Maybe I'll have the chocolate flavor next time," you grinned.

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[horanghoe]

home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

main masterlist

group/members: VICTON  - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member,  dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions. 

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became. 

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here. 

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge. 

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits. 

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long. 

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker. 

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back. 

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg. 

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before. 

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air. 

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.” 

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion. 

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar. 

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully. 

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys. 

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes. 

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

 “- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~” 

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.” 

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips. 

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole. 

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl. 

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself. 

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks. 

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static. 

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…” 

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up. 

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.

Well would you look at that: updated 10/August/2022

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[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND VICTON A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kang Seungsik

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He’s not always watching you, but when you’re nearby, Seungsik will just do enough to check on you. Little glances, or whispers into your ear as he passes you by to see how you are, are typical of Seungsik.

B ⇴ BICKER

Usually, the two of you will bicker when you’re trying to prove a point to one another and debate. You both have a habit of thinking that you’re right and that the other one is wrong, and bickering is how you try to explain yourselves, even if you listen to yourselves more than you actually listen to one another.

C ⇴ COMFORT

There’s often a moment of panic in Seungsik when he can tell that you need comforting as he tries to figure out what the right thing to do is. Once he’s composed himself and tried to figure out how you need to be comforted by him, he’ll step up and make sure that you know that he’s right by your side firstly.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

At times Seungsik was guilty of being a little bit stubborn, and you could be too, with your reluctance to change sometimes creating a bit of conflict between the two of you. You both were a bit set in your ways at times, and sometimes a disagreement was what you needed to realise that one of you needed to give in and maybe be willing to change a little bit something in order to make whatever it was work again.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

With time the two of you bonded, but the start of your friendship wasn’t entirely plain sailing. It took a little while for you to learn enough about each other to feel settled with each other as at the start you both didn’t want to give too much away. However, as the trust built up and more was learnt about one another, things definitely got much easier for you both as you opened up to one another much more.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Seungsik’s family were almost like a family to you, they treated you kindly and always looked after you. You felt lucky to know that you had Seungsik’s family there if you needed them, and knew that if you asked them for help or mentioned that you were struggling that they’d be there. Seungsik too was beyond relieved that you all got along with one another, as it made your friendship a whole lot easier as well.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Usually, you tried to be quite private with your friendship as Seungsik especially didn’t want to cause you any harm. Seungsik wouldn’t say no if you wanted to go out and do something with him, but at the same time he would maybe just suggest that it would be a lot safer for you to stay inside with him instead.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of zoning out of conversation quite a lot of the time and drifting off into your own little world. If the conversation wasn’t what you wanted to engage with, you would both start your own conversation and soon find yourselves forgetting about where you are and who you’re with too.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Not many people expected the two of you to have inside jokes, but in reality, you had plenty. You both were your most comfortable when you were with one another and so even if you weren’t quite as loud or funny around other people, just as the two of you, you had plenty of laughs and moments to remember.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He knew that you would never try to make him jealous, but Seungsik wasn’t quite so trusting of your actual friends. He got along with most of them, but there were definitely a couple that maybe didn’t quite feel so right for Seungsik. He didn’t let you know that there were any of your friends that he wasn’t so sure of, instead Seungsik just watched them and made sure that they didn’t let him get too jealous.

K ⇴ KICKS

Seungsik got a kick out of being able to tease the other members with you by his side rather than them teasing him. You were the catalyst that he needed to give them a taste of their own medicine as you had the right thing to say to annoy the other boys that was what Seungsik often lacked when he tried to tease them.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how reliable you were as that was something that Seungsik always tried to be for you too. He never was let down by you, he was never left hanging by you, and he was never left to stand as if he was all by himself either. If there was one person that Seungsik knew he could turn to more than he could anyone else, it was you, Seungsik always had your support and always had your number to call too.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met because your parents were friends and ended up introducing the two of you to one another. You were apprehensive at first because you didn’t want to not get along with Seungsik with your parents being friends, but luckily for you the two of you got on better than anyone expected you to.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

Most of the time it was tricky for Seungsik to really be able to express himself, but you were definitely one of only a few people that Seungsik eventually felt ready to be able to drop his guard around.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Seungsik was obsessed with your heart and how thoughtful you were towards him. He felt lucky to be able to be your best friend and be the person that you took the best care of and helped out the most too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Making memories is a big deal for Seungsik, whether it’s something huge or something small, those moments are the ones that stand out to Seungsik. Holidays are Seungsik’s favourite moments, but also things like going to your favourite coffee store is equally a moment that he never takes for granted.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever he can tell that you’re getting irritated, Seungsik will offer to help. He’s practical and good at helping you solve anything that doesn’t quite make sense to you, or just assisting you when things do make sense too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Saving photos of the two of you is an important hobby for Seungsik, with a large scrapbook under his bed. Every time the two of you went on a big trip or celebrated an occasion Seungsik would make sure to take a photo and spend the following day decorating the next page in his scrapbook to remember things.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

As much as he loves when you support him, Seungisk puts a lot more effort into supporting you and helping you out. He was constantly checking up on the things that you were doing so that he could try and pencil the dates into his diary to ensure that he had the time off to be able to be there for you.

T ⇴ TRIPS

He loved to bring you along on tour and show you more of what he does. At every show he’ll make sure that you’re backstage so that Seungsik can show you the ropes and introduce you to all the finer details.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

It was something that he didn’t tell you often, but Seungsik really was thankful to be able to call you his best friend.

V ⇴ VISITS

Whenever you show up unexpectedly, it throws Seungsik. You know how meticulous he can be and so usually you’ll visit to mostly wind him up and throw whatever plans he has made out of the window.

W ⇴ WISDOM

Although the right thing doesn’t always come from Seungsik, he always tries to be as helpful as possible for you.

X ⇴ XXXX

It usually is pretty rare for Seungsik to be affectionate around you, it’s something that usually makes him shy at the best of times, but even when you’re alone he struggles to use affection to express himself to you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock, Seungsik relied on you more than you even realised.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time you’ll go to your place and Seungsik will go back to his at night, mainly because you know that a good night of sleep is pretty impossible for you when you stay with Seungsik and his loud snoring.

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[kyufessions]

drama

synopsis: late night drives with your boyfriend

pairings: boyfriend! hanse x g.n. reader

word count: 0.9k

genre: fluff

a/n: inspired by bloo’s drama ; wrote this blasting it on repeat at four in the morning, so i’d recommend listening to it as you read and look up lyrics afterwards or beforehand. ♥︎

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

as midnight closed in close, you could’ve sworn the glittering moon’s stardust fell into his hair as he drove. the occasional glances down at him as you stood up in the passenger seat, the upper half of your body sticking out of the rooftop of the aging car he insisted on buying because he supposedly fell in love with it at first sight. chipped maroon paint flakes fell into your palm whenever you grazed it ever so slightly, but as long as it made him happy you refused to argue about the purchase. regardless, it was his money and his decision. plus, the rooftop was a bit of an eye opener towards beginning to like the vehicle. hence why you finally agreed to a late night drive with your boyfriend.

“if i get in trouble for sneaking out tonight, im blaming you!” you tease aloud, sinking back down into your seat as your eyes never left his side profile.

the laughter that left his lips made you smile, your heart flipping at the sight of his dimples popping out for you. “blame yourself for agreeing!” as he stopped at a red light, he took his chance to turn to analyze your features; something he genuinely enjoyed doing.

he brought his hand up to cup your right cheek, smiling at your loving facial expression as his calloused thumb rubbed tiny circles into the apple of your cheek. the sight of his tattoos peeking out from under his black and white knitted sweater made your heart beat faster, always falling in love with the art pieces that scattered across his body. looking back to focus on his face, you notice his eyes focusing on your slightly parted lips. taking the opportunity, you leaned forward and brought his lips against yours without hesitation. it was deep, sensational even. both moving in sync, his hand still cupping your cheek as your one hand laid on his chest as you both sat in the car. you were about to request access with your tongue when the beep of a horny brought you both out of your little moment, some yelling followed suit from the car behind you both.

laughter from both of you escaped your mouths, hanse automatically driving off as he realized the roads were clear to do so. as you turn your head to look out the window, your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment. sure, they probably couldn’t see in through the newly tinted windows but that doesn’t mean you can’t help but feel the tiniest bit of embarrassment. your boyfriend just continued with small fits of laughter accompanied by lil peep playing on the old radio in his car, hearing the smile in his voice as he attempted to sing along but failing as he remembered what happened minutes before.

sitting on the hood of his car, the time nearing one thirty in the afternoon, you stuffed a kimchi kimbap into your mouth as hanse drank a cola flavored slushie with a gamja hot dog. sleeping with sirens’ if i’m james dean, you’re audrey hepburn’s acoustic version played on his shitty car speakers in the empty parking lot down the street from his apartment complex, the mood comforting as your thighs touched with his head on your shoulder.

“stay with me tonight.” hanse suggests, his tone flat with a hint of seriousness laced into it.

swallowing the bite of kimbap, you kiss the top of his head as you wrap your arm around his waist to pull him closer into your side. “why? are you not feeling okay?”

he lifts his head to look at you, adjusting his seating position on the hood of his car to properly look at you as he grabs your free hand in his. “i’m fine, i just don’t want tonight to end. it feels, perfect.”

you smile at his remark, nodding in agreement. jumping down from the hood and onto your feet, as your feet land you pull him down gently with you by his hands. although confused, he allows you to do so. watching with a raised curious brow, he laughs as you start to slow dance dramatically with him in the middle of the parking lot as you sing along to the lyrics. if anyone were to see you both in this moment, they would either feel lovesick at the young couple who were madly in love with one another or would be concerned for the two. either way, nothing in this moment matter but you two. all your focus was on hanse and vice versa, the smiles evident and laughter being heard from miles away.

as the song finished, you both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. the only light being from the moon itself and the flickering streetlight awaiting to be fixed a few empty spaces down from where you two stood. the stars danced along to the change of song, filling the darkened sky with minuscule speckles.

“why does this feel like some kind of drama.” he admitted, making you laugh before placing your lips on his.

cupping his face in your hands, you smiled into the kiss as his hands found your waist and slivered underneath the hoodie you were wearing. after several minutes, you both pulled away to regulate your breathing. you went to walk back towards the car, about to suggest a nightly cuddle session inside of his apartment down the street until he pulled you back into his arms. letting out a soft chuckle, you put your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

“let’s stay like this for a bit longer.” he recommends.

you comply, not questioning why but rather enjoying the moment. although green day’s basket case doesn’t really scream romance to you, being in this very moment with hanse was everything you needed. and, once again, vice versa.

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[synthetickitsune]

Ahhh thank you sm! Your prompt list is honestly so good it was hard to decide 😅 but for Seungsik I'd love to read fluff prompts 13 & 14 💖

Ah, thank you! And here you go ♡

Seungsik (Victon) | Reassurances & Sharing a bed for the first time fluff | 0.7k

“Are you sure about this?” he asks for about a hundredth time in the ten minutes since you’ve agreed that you would stay over, and since you’ve sternly told him that he’s not sleeping on the couch, “I really don’t mind. It’s comfortable there.”

You sigh, crossing the room to join him where he’s standing on the other side of the bed. He seems so unsure, in his own house might you add, that you almost feel guilty for coming up with the idea.

“Seungsik, I’ve told you before - either we both sleep in the bed, or I’m taking the couch,” you remind him and he shakes his head. Your lips twitch upwards. “Why not? You said it’s comfortable.”

“It is, but you deserve better,” he mumbles. He takes your hands into his, gently caressing your skin and watching as you intertwine your fingers together. “It’s not that I don’t want us to sleep together. I just want you to feel safe.”

“I do, otherwise I wouldn’t suggest it, would I?” you smile and some of the tension leaves his shoulders, “It’s gonna be just like when we’re cuddling on the couch and fall asleep by accident. Just… less accident.”

He chuckles, finally nodding at you. It’s a relief that he doesn’t protest when you sit down on the bed and snuggle under the covers. You reach out a hand for him to join you, but he changes his mind at the last minute. You’re about to scold him when he speaks up.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need more pillows, another blanket? Should I find some night light?” he frets, and it’s cute, but you’re getting sleepy and there’s just no way you’re falling asleep without him next to you.

“You’re the only pillow I need, babe,” you motion for him with your hand, “So just come here.”

Finally he caves, getting under the covers with you, even though he leaves plenty of space between your bodies. You humor him, for now, only keeping your hand in his. Even in the dimness of the room you can make out his face, studying yours for any sign of discomfort. When he doesn’t find any, his eyes move higher and you feel him tense again.

“I forgot to get us water, give me a second,” Seungsik says as he tries to get up. You really wanted to give him time to get used to the new situation, but he’s giving you no other choice. You pull yourself closer to him, hugging him and effectively erasing any thoughts of getting up from his mind. All his thoughts, actually.

“Relax,” you smile, perching your chin on his chest, “I know where the kitchen is if I get thirsty.”

He seems stunned, only nodding before slowly, gradually, melting into the mattress and wrapping his arms around you. His hold is loose enough for you to get away should you want to, but you don’t.

“Are you really that nervous?” you whisper, cupping his cheek and stroking your thumb over his skin.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” he repeats, “You know I won’t do anything weird to you while you sleep, right? I won’t stare at you, I won’t hurt you or anything.”

“I know. I trust you, I love you, and I think you’re overthinking this a little too much,” you chuckle quietly, pulling yourself higher to give him a quick peck. He smiles against your lips, finally hugging you properly.

“I love you too,” he sighs, “But tell me if there’s anything you need, okay?”

“I promise,” you agree, “Well, actually, now that you’re next to me I’m a bit excited I guess? Can we just talk for a bit before we sleep?”

You swear his smile brightens up the room despite the lack of light anywhere. He turns to lay on his side, taking you with him and drawing a tiny squeak from your lips. He makes sure you’re alright first before speaking.

“Of course,” he coos, “And… I’m really glad we’re like this too. I just want to take care of you.”

“I know, Sikkie,” you tilt your head up, easily meeting his lips with yours. You’re both smiling into the kiss. It’s nice, once Seungsik relaxes as you talk and you reassure him time and time again you couldn’t be happier. It’s too nice, the kind that makes you suspicious if things are maybe too good.

Still, the next morning when you wake up in his arms and with his soft smile beaming down at you is even better. Maybe you deserve nice things.

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[the-boy-meets-evil]

take my hands (we can fall together) | lee chan | pt. 2

(where you and chan are friends, but he's your brother's best friend. and you've always been just a little out of reach. until one season changes everything.) pairing: brother's best friend!chan (dino) x f!reader genre: friends to ??, pining, slow burn | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut rating: explicit (for the full fic) warnings/notes: mentions of unhealthy relationships (reader x boyfriend), mentions of food, mentions of drinking/alcohol, halloween parties, mentions of cheating, reader's boyfriend is an asshole, reader's brother is chan's age and reader is 2 years older, eventual smut (in pt 3 - see that for warnings), any names of other idols are considered to be OCs word count: ~7.7k (full fic is roughly 23k) a/n: huge thanks to @svthub for hosting this fall collab. check out the full list of fics here. make sure you go back and read part 1 for context, this is part 2 (so only 1 part left!). also thank you to my bby indi for creating an amazing banner @classicscreations. if you want to be tagged in the last part send an ask or dm or just comment 💕

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When there’s multiple nights of dressing up for Halloween, it’s harder to put as much effort into costumes. At least that’s how Chan feels about it. So, he knows that he’s taking the easy way out by dressing up as one of the Kens from the recent Barbie movie, but he’s also not really bothered about trying to come up with something more elaborate. Not when it’s a Saturday night and they’re all going to a house party. He’s got another costume planned for the night of actual Halloween that he put a little more thought into. 

He’s also sure to arrive a little later, because this is one of Seokmin’s friends and Chan doesn’t really know the people hosting the party. It’s not like that matters, really. Things like this are always pretty open as long as you know someone there. Even though Seokmin said he’d be there early helping to set up, Chan still doesn’t want to be that guy that shows up at an inappropriate time. The unexpected tradeoff is that he sees you before he even gets to the front door. It’s almost comical to see that you’re dressed up as one of the Barbies from the movie. It’s hard to tell which one under your coat. Not that it’s surprising. Chan figures you won’t be the only ones to pick a Barbie theme. Still, it’s like you coordinated without even meaning to. You force a smile when you notice him, and he sees that you’re on the phone.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Your voice sounds angry when it reaches Chan’s ears. 

He hesitates when he’s far enough away to give you space, yet still close enough that he can offer support if you need it.

“No, I always have to understand. I don’t have to understand tonight. It’s a Saturday night and we planned this party weeks ago,” you retort. 

Chan figures he probably should let you be because it’s clear that you’re talking to your boyfriend. It could be a minute before this particular conversation ends. Your eyes watch Chan as he goes to step around you and you reach out to grab his arm. You mouth “please wait” to him. That’s enough to make him stop completely.

“It’s not just a stupid Fall tradition. This is Halloween. Everyone celebrates Halloween,” you start and then roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m aware that you’re 28, but what 20-something doesn’t celebrate Halloween? Be so fucking for real.”

It’s hard to know where to look because all Chan can focus on is your tone. It’s not upset or defeated. It’s angry. Maybe you’ve had something to drink already, maybe you’re just fed up. He wouldn’t blame you. 

“Forget about it, Seungsik. You do whatever it is you have to do,” you say, pausing for him to speak. “Yeah, I heard you say you have to work but it’s a Saturday night. So, you do what you’re gonna do and I’ll be with my friends. Don’t bother coming over if you were even still considering it.”

Your hand is still on Chan’s arm, not that he would leave anyway. It would be awkward to stay this long only to leave when the conversation is clearly over. 

“Yeah, sure, we can talk tomorrow,” you say. You don’t say a goodbye or an “I love you” before hanging up.

“Let me guess, Seungsik bailed again?” Chan asks. He knows he shouldn’t sound so snarky about your boyfriend and also doesn’t care.

“Shocking, right?” you snort. 

“Well, at least you still have friends here,” Chan says and motions for you to head into the house ahead of him. 

You remove your coat and Chan tries not to stare at your Mermaid Barbie costume. He removes his own jacket and your eyes show your amusement before a laugh escapes your lips.

“Looks like I still have a Ken to my Barbie, too,” you joke. 

“You mean Jay didn’t tell you I was coming as Ken?” Chan jokes back. 

“Wait, was he supposed to?” you worry.

“No,” Chan assures you. “I’m not sure he was even listening when we talked about costumes. This was kinda last minute.”

“Well, we should take a picture anyway, we look good together,” you suggest.

“I’m down,” Chan agrees, too quickly. 

Two of you end up, mostly unintentionally, spending a lot of the party together. People that don’t know you keep assuming that you’re there together and your friends think it’s funny, so they keep poking fun. At least it means that everyone stays in a good mood. It’s a little confusing, though, because you don’t correct the people that don’t know you about being there with Chan. At one point, you do ask Chan if he’s actually okay with how close you’ve stuck to him. You make something of a joke about not wanting to keep him from anyone. It’s confusing. It tugs at Chan’s heart as a reminder that even if you’re fighting with him, you do have a boyfriend. Maybe that’s something to consider. But, he shakes it off and insists that he doesn’t mind. Your shoulders fall in relief and you admit that it’s comfortable being around him. You don’t want to talk about the argument, so it helps that Chan knows some of what happens. You like it that he doesn’t ask you too many questions that you know you can’t answer. 

It’s also a little surprising that even at this house party, which is relatively small because the house isn’t huge, you and Chan are the only Barbie and Ken. It seems like everyone thought it would be too common of a costume and tried to think outside of the box. Or some people just were lazy and wanted to save their better costume for the actual night of Halloween. 

“You’re glued to my sister,” Jay observes when Chan excuses himself to get a drink.

“I’m not glued, we just keep ending up together,” Chan disagrees.

“Yeah, seems kinda glued. And you came back in with her after she left to take a call,” Jay says.

“Oh, yeah, I walked up and she was talking to Seungsik. I figured I’d wait for her to come back in,” Chan says. He’s not going to tell your brother that you asked him to wait for you.

“I notice he’s not here,” Jay tries to say casually. 

“He’s not coming,” Chan shares. Jay goes to open his mouth and Chan cuts him off. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why he’s not coming, you’ll have to ask her. But, she seemed kinda pissed off at him on the phone, so maybe let her enjoy tonight and deal with the bullshit tomorrow.” 

“I’m glad she has you,” Jay says.

“Not you too,” Chan starts.

“No, I mean literally. You’ve been a good friend to her with all the bullshit over that asshole,” Jay says, irritation clear in his voice. “Wish she’d just break up with him, but if I say that, I’m being over protective.”

“I dunno, I think she’s probably closer than you realize,” Chan shrugs. 

You come rushing into the kitchen. “Come on, Chan, we have to go crush it at beer pong.” 

“Forgetting her brother again. Good luck, man,” Jay laughs out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you chide before pulling Chan away with a drink in each of his hands.

He’s more than a little thankful for Jay not calling him on making two drinks. It’s obvious when you show up that the other is for you, yet Jay just lets him be. It makes it easier for Chan to focus on beer pong. You’re at that perfect buzzed point, apparently, where you assure him that you’re going to be at your best. Even though it sounds kind of bullshit, he goes along with it. 

It’s not bullshit, Chan learns two turns into the game. You sink both of your shots without even hitting the rim of the cup. Meanwhile, Chan is just thankful to make one on his second try so you don’t insist you’re carrying the team. You might be, or Chan might be a little distracted by the way you line up your shot. Might be a little distracted by the way you lean up against him. Might be a little distracted every time his arm brushes against your bare skin. Might be a little distracted by the way you celebrate with him every time either of you makes a shot. It’s easy to see why people who don’t know you assume you’re here with him. It’s harder for Chan to remember that’s not true when he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye. 

After you win at beer pong, both of you find your way to a quieter part of the house. The party feels a little stifling and you want some air. Chan agrees, but it’s a little too cold to just sit outside. Instead, you settle for a quiet corner. This time you don’t ask if it’s okay to be stealing all of Chan’s time. Either because you can tell he doesn’t mind. or you’re trusting him to say if he did mind, he’s not sure. 

Now that you’re a little buzzed, not drunk, just feeling a little happier, you’re ready to talk about how things are really going with Seungsik. It’s immediately a lot more honest than Chan is expecting and infinitely more heartbreaking. He’s working crazy hours, claiming that he’s up for some big promotion and has to put in the time. He’s canceling plans on you left and right. He’s making you feel silly for wanting to do all these Fall things. You feel silly for even complaining about it, but Chan interjects to remind you that it’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. It’s hard to only be supportive when you’re admitting that you feel like there’s something you’ve been doing wrong and that’s why he’s doing all of this. Despite Chan insisting it’s definitely not you, he can tell that you don’t fully believe it. 

It’s like you’re in this weird limbo because you’ve been dating him for over six months, which feels long enough that it’s serious. But, you’ve only been dating him for like six months, which you say also feels like you shouldn’t be overbearing. You’ve always wanted partners to have the freedom they need. Always been really adamant about maintaining your own friendships and hobbies outside of your partner. That’s important. You don’t ever want to be one of those people that gets into a relationship and forgets about their friends. Those are the people who’ve been there through all the shit. There’s a part of you that feels like that’s being used against you with Seungsik. Every time you tell him that you miss him or want him to do something, he reminds you that you suggested keeping some hobbies separate from each other. Chan is quick to tell you that there’s a difference. It sounds like he’s using your well-meaning words as an excuse to not see you as much, which is weird. 

Somehow, you both come to a silent agreement that you don’t really want to dwell on your issues with Seungsik, anymore. You’re just happy to have someone that’s willing to let you vent and then let you move on. Sure, Chan shares his opinions and reminds you as often as he can get away with that you do deserve someone who values you. Then, he also lets you get away with moving the conversation on to lighter things. Even though Chan’s known you for over ten years, there’s still so much about you that he doesn’t know. And he’s not sure what’s shifted, but something definitely has. You’re much more open in the way you talk to him lately, much freer with your words. It’s comfortable, kind of like a warm blanket. 

By the time the party is winding down, Chan is essentially sober, having spent so much time just sitting and talking to you. You’re still a bit buzzed, but well on your way to sobering up. Chan planned to leave his car here and pick it up tomorrow (well, later today since it’s the early hours of the morning) and instead he can drive home. He offers to give you a ride as well, which you happily take to avoid paying for a ride. None of the rest of your friends, except for Jay, seem to be around, but he’s very caught up talking to someone. Good for him, Chan thinks.

The car ride back to your apartment is comfortably quiet. Aside from you asking if you could pick the music, you’ve just been softly singing along and looking out the window. It’s nice at this time of night, too. Everything else is quiet, just the traffic of people heading home for the night, whether it’s to their homes or someone else’s. It’s not until he gets to your house that Chan gets a text from Jay that makes him frown. “Everything okay?” you ask, hand on the door to get out of the car.

“Yeah, just Jay hoping I’m not headed home because he brought someone home with him,” Chan says. “I’ll just be quiet when I go in and put my headphones on.”

“Or you could just crash here tonight,” you offer and Chan grips the steering wheel a little harder to steady his nerves. 

“I couldn’t do that,” he says, causing you to turn back to him. 

“Do you really wanna hear whatever my brother is up to?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, no, but it’s also not like it would be the first time,” he responds with a chuckle. 

“Come on, weirdo, you can sleep on my couch and I’ll make us breakfast in the morning,” you say, getting out of the car without waiting to see if Chan is following you. 

Of course he is, though. He scrambles to get the keys out of the car and hurry after you. Once you’re inside your apartment, you put a pot on the stove to boil some water. Insist that you need some tea before you can sleep. While the water is boiling, you go to the closet to pull out some blankets. It’s entirely too comfortable, both the couch and the way you move around him. Something he can’t fully ignore when you sit down with a cup of tea for each of you.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Chan asks.

“Why wouldn’t it be? You were nice enough to give me a ride home and it’s my brother that’s sexiling you,” you reason.

“What if Seungsik shows up tomorrow?” he asks.

You take a sip of your tea and then look over at him. “He’s not really the type to show up unannounced. Besides, why would it be weird to offer to let a friend crash?” 

“You’re right,” Chan concedes. 

“Plus, he hasn’t been over for breakfast in weeks and I miss cooking for someone,” you say. 

It’s kind of hard to argue with that, not that Chan wants to. Well, he’d like to argue that it’s bullshit that Seungsik has you feeling whatever you’re feeling. It’s complete crap that he doesn’t appreciate what an amazing person you are. It’s just not healthy. But, at the end of the day, it’s also not Chan’s place, so he just lets it go. 

You get up to wash out the cups when you’re finished with your tea and disappear into your small spare room. It doesn’t have a bed, because you use it as an office area, but apparently it does have clothes that you loan to Chan. The protest is on his lips when you cut him off to say that they’re Jay’s clothes he’s left here when he’s crashed. That’s much better than the clothing belonging to your boyfriend. When he comes back out of the bathroom, you’re in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, obviously ready for bed. He clears his throat to be able to say goodnight and pads out to the couch. It’s even more comfortable to sleep on than you said, but Chan’s brain won’t slow down enough to fall asleep. All he can think of is just how…domestic this all feels. How easy it is to be around you. Again. 

Though it takes him a while to drift off, he actually feels like he gets a good night of sleep. The smell of coffee slips into his consciousness while he’s in that in-between state before he’s fully awake. When he opens his eyes, he can tell that you’re trying to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt him. Even though it’s your apartment and you can make as much noise as you’d like. Chan opens both of his eyes and finds your back to him as you look into the fridge. Possibly deciding what you want to make. Your hair is in a knot on top of your head and you’re still wearing that oversized t-shirt and shorts. Everything about you seems relaxed. Until you close the door and turn towards the living room to see him awake. You jump a little and your hand flies to your heart.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you share after a moment.

“Sorry,” Chan says and throws his hands up. 

“No, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you wonder and he shakes his head. “I was trying to figure out what’s for breakfast.” 

“You really don’t…” he starts.

“I promised breakfast and you’re getting breakfast,” you interrupt. “Plus, look outside.” 

It’s a confusing request, but Chan gets up off the couch anyway to look out the window. As soon as he moves the curtain aside, he sees how hard it’s raining. He’s a little surprised that he didn’t hear it. And he’s definitely not overly eager to leave in that.

“Guess you have company for breakfast,” he says when he turns back to you. 

Your whole face lights up and you let out a squeak. “I can’t wait, oh my god, I have so many recipes I’ve been wanting to try.” 

“Like?” he prompts. 

“Do you trust me?”  you ask instead.

That’s a dangerous question. One that Chan isn’t sure he really wants to answer, because the answer is that yes, he trusts you far more than he should. Probably more than he’s trusted anyone else. The last month or so of all these activities has only reinforced that. Instead, he pretends to consider it for a second, buys himself some time.

“I guess, you haven’t poisoned me yet,” he says, voice surprisingly even.

“I hate you,” you joke with an eye roll. 

“I’ll remember that,” he teases back. 

To do something helpful, Chan gets up and folds the blankets he used to sleep and asks you where they go. Once they’re safely away in your closet, he texts Jay to say that he’s still at your apartment and having breakfast at least. Jay sends back an inappropriate number of emojis and says he’s going to make use of the extra time alone with whoever it is he brought home. Thankfully, he only makes one joke about being replaced as the favorite sibling, which Chan answers that you’re a better cook. Was it ever really a contest? 

To avoid being entirely useless, Chan makes both of you a cup of coffee. You’re about to tell him how you like it when he asks if you trust him. As he hands over the perfect cup and turns around to make his own, he misses the look on your face that he knows exactly how you like your coffee. It’s a mix of wonder and surprise. When you tell him it’s the perfect cup, you’re not even lying. He also can’t resist peeking to see what it is you’re working on, despite your attempts to swat him out of the kitchen.

“Is that French toast?” Chan asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda simple, but I had some really good bread that was going a little stale and I’ve been wanting to try a new mixture,” you say.

“French toast is my favorite, I don’t think it’s simple,” Chan admits.

“I think I remember you mentioning that, actually,” you comment. It’s so offhand that Chan doesn’t think twice about it. There’s so many things he remembers about you that he’s thankful something about him sticks too. 

While you continue making breakfast, Chan asks where the syrup is so that he can warm it up a little. He doesn’t like it cold and neither, apparently, do you. You also don’t like fake syrup so you direct him to where you keep it in the fridge. It looks like it’s some small company that you probably got directly from the shop on some adventure. That’s definitely one great part about living in this part of the country, you’re never far from good syrup. It makes the whole apartment smell like maple and the cinnamon from the toast. And something else that Chan can’t really place. But it makes everything feel warm and comforting despite the rain that’s only coming down harder outside now. Maybe Chan doesn’t hate everything about Fall.

Unsurprisingly, it’s the best French toast he’s ever had. Something he’s quick to tell you and you’re quicker to brush off like he’s just being nice. It’s just as easy to chat with you in the light of day in your apartment as the haze of the house party the night before. It’s harder to ignore the way your phone periodically lights up with Seungsik’s name. Harder still to ignore is the fact that it’s just his name. No hearts or emojis or pet names. It’s almost impersonal, not that Chan should be passing judgment.

“Are you going to answer him?” he finally asks.

“No,” is your immediate answer. 

“But…” Chan starts and you level him with a look.

“He doesn’t get to have things on his terms when he couldn’t even come to a fucking Halloween party last night,” you say. 

“Have you talked to him since…” he starts to ask before trailing off.

“Since I was fighting with him on the phone and you walked up?” you finish for him.

“Yeah, that,” he says.

“I read one text from him asking why I was posting matching costumes with you, even though my caption on it was clear and he’s literally all over my page,” you share. “So, I didn’t answer that. I texted him when I woke up to say that I hadn’t read whatever he sent and that I was mad from last night and would maybe talk to him this afternoon or tonight.” 

“He doesn’t seem to have gotten it,” Chan comments as your phone lights up again with his name.

“No, he doesn’t. But that’s also not my problem. Not everything is going to be on his terms,” you say. 

“I’m glad,” Chan admits. 

“About what? Me fighting with Seungsik?” you wonder and Chan’s eyes go wide at the realization.

“No, oh my god, no,” Chan rushes out. “No, I’m just glad that you’re not letting it all be on his terms. You’re worth a lot more than how he’s been treating you.”

“Thanks, I think so too,” you slightly tease. 

Breakfast turns into you asking Chan to watch a show, which turns into him spending the entire afternoon lounging on the couch. You talk a little more about your relationship and what you might say to him when you finally text him back. Chan also tells you some things he’s looking forward to coming up and about some plans he has with your brother and Vernon. Sometimes, you’re just quiet while watching the show, but that’s comfortable too. Eventually, though, Chan realizes that he has to leave. He knows that you’re using at least part of him being there to avoid talking to your boyfriend. Not that it’s the only reason. It’s clear you enjoy having him around, too. But eventually you have to talk to Seungsik and so Chan finally says that he has to head home. Jay is starting to wonder where he is anyway. 

It’s not that Chan really wants to be out and dating, but he also thinks that it might help to get his mind off of you. Even though he loves every minute of being around you, it’s also getting harder. Especially when the time spent together includes things like the Halloween party and crashing at your apartment. He wants to be a good friend to you, but at what cost to his heart? No part of him feels entitled to your attention and he’s not even sure if he would be a better partner to you than Seungsik. It isn’t even about him anymore, not really. Not now that he’s spent all this time with you. It’s just about wanting you to find your own happiness that doesn’t come from a partner. Which is why he agrees to go out for drinks with a friend of a friend, Carla, that asked him weeks ago. What’s the worst that could happen?

He’s meeting her at some trendy bar downtown where the music is usually too loud to hear anything. Not exactly the ideal place for a first date, but maybe that will make it all easier. He does like to dance. And he knows the drinks are good. It’s also always pretty busy, making it easier to blend into the crowd. What’s weirder, though, is that she asks Chan to just meet her there. Again, not Chan’s first choice, but he goes along with it all the same. It’s thankfully very easy to spot her once he gets there.

She’s standing by the bar, her long dark hair framing her face and wearing a dress that clings to her in ways that should be against the law. The moment she locks her eyes on Chan, he thinks maybe he can do this. Maybe it’ll all be easy and fine. They exchange a quick hello, get their drinks, and then it’s right onto the dance floor. 

Time seems to move in odd ways. It could have been ten minutes just as easily as an hour. All Chan knows is that he needs another drink. When he says that to Carla, she agrees and says she’s going to run to the bathroom. They can meet at the bar. Once Chan makes it to the bar, his stomach drops. He looks back out at the dance floor and sees Seungsik with a stranger, that is definitely not you, tight against him. Some bottle blonde presses her ass further back into him and he grabs her hips. As Chan looks at them, Seungsik ghosts his lips across her neck, moves a hand up her stomach. The woman turns around in his arms and pulls him in for a kiss. Seungsik’s hands grip her ass, dangerously close to causing her dress to ride up. It isn’t until Seungsik pulls the woman off the dance floor and into the shadows that Chan realizes just how bad things are. 

Carla seems disappointed when Chan says that something’s come up and he’s got to leave, but perks up when he says that they’ll find another time. He’s not even sure if he should be giving her hope, he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible. Once he’s in the Uber, he texts Jay to ask if he’s home or if he’s got company. The answer that he’s alone in the apartment comes quickly.

“Thought you had a date,” Jay says when Chan comes through the door. “Unless you’re angling for a threesome. I’d have to turn you down though.” 

“Come on, man,” Chan says as he collapses on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair without thinking about it.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Jay asks, he’s coming back from the kitchen with a bottle of water.

“It’s about your sister,” Chan admits. It’s clear that Jay wasn’t expecting that, but his surprise disappears quickly.

“Wow, are you finally admitting you’re in love with her?” Jay jokes. “Can’t say I’m surprised, but also it could’ve waited?” 

“No, it’s not that. Well, I don’t know, it’s about Seungsik,” Chan says.

“So you’re not in love with my sister?” Jay questions.

“Can we not do this right now? This is serious,” Chan begs.

“Fine, we’ll come back to that. What about Seungsik? Other than he’s been a total dick about all the Fall shit,” Jay says as he leans back further into the couch.

“It’s more than that, he’s lying to her,” Chan states.

“What?” Jay needs Chan to connect the dots and it’s a lot harder than it seems.

“He’s, fuck Jay, he’s lying to her. He isn’t working late. At least not all the time. He was at the club with some girl, grinding, making out, dragging her off to some dark corner,” Chan says. 

The color drains from Jay’s face. “Are you…fuck, are you sure it was him?” 

“I’m positive,” Chan says. 

“You’ve got to tell her,” Jay says after a moment.

“I thought it might be better coming from you,” Chan hopes.

Jay frowns like he’s considering something. “I’m not sure it would. I don’t even mean because you saw Seungsik. It’s just that she’s seemed to kind of rely on you lately. It’s you she was with apple picking and picking out pumpkins. You she spent all of that Halloween party with. She trusts you.” 

“Well I’d hope she does, we’re friends,” Chan tries to joke.

“I’m not trying to fuck with you, I know I started by saying you were in love with her, but I just think it’s different,” Jay says.

“So you don’t think I’m in love with her?” Chan wonders.

“Oh, no I definitely do. I’m just not gonna bust you over it right now,” Jay says. 

“I’m scared to tell her,” Chan admits. 

“She deserves to know, though,” Jay points out. 

He’s right. You do deserve to know. You deserve a lot of things that Seungsik seems unwilling to give. At the very least, though, you deserve respect. What Chan needs help with is figuring out just how to bring it up with you. Jay is right, you and him have been spending a lot more time around each other than normal. Chan’s been more than happy to keep you company to do all the things that Seungsik doesn’t want to. What he’s not prepared for, however, is this. 

Even though it sounds dumb, Chan listens to Jay and asks you to come over to help him make a couple pies for a family get-together. He does have to go over to his aunt’s tomorrow, something you’re very aware of as you and Jay are also invited, and you are excellent when it comes to pies. Chan had just been planning to buy a couple, but this is a ready-made excuse. Even if he thinks it’s dumb. He’s a little surprised that you agreed since he only texted you the same day. Then again, maybe that’s not so surprising.

You breeze in with ingredients, including some that he already has, and immediately get to work laying everything out. He realizes, as you’re looking through his cupboards and scolding him over the lack of organization, how domestic this all feels. Again. It’s not as if he didn’t realize how much he liked you. No, it’s that he realizes he may love you and he’s going to have to tell you something that will break your heart. Best to get it out of the way early before you start baking. Just in case you want to leave.

“Where’s my brother? Avoiding helping in the kitchen?” you wonder. 

“No, he went to help Vernon test out a new game,” Chan says.

“You didn’t wanna go?” you ask.

“I kinda figured I needed to make sure I didn’t show up empty-handed tomorrow,” Chan starts. “I was surprised you agreed to come over on such short notice.”

“Oh, well, I didn’t have anything else to do and I can’t exactly leave you in your time of need,” you say, trying for casual and failing. 

“Wow, I feel the love,” Chan jokes back.

“Chan, you were going to use fake vanilla in your pies,” you scoff. 

It’s hard to keep the smile off his face, despite the news he has to share, as he throws his hands up. “I didn’t know there was a difference!”

“Tragic,” you sigh. “Plus, well, I don’t know. I like hanging out with you.” 

“I like it too,” Chan says. It comes out as little more than a whisper and his heart constricts.

“You’ve made this whole season so much better,” you admit. 

“Yeah, I could say the same for you. I didn’t really get the big deal about Fall before,” Chan shares.

“You didn’t?” you ask. Chan just shakes his head. “But you agreed.”

“Like you said, I couldn’t leave you in your time of need,” Chan jokes.

You playfully shove his arm. “Do you get it now? The appeal of Fall?” 

“I do, yeah. I’ve had a lot of fun,” Chan agrees.

“Wish Seungsik felt the same,” you utter. 

That’s it. That’s the opening, the best one he’s going to get. He has to take a deep breath to steel himself. “Where is he today anyway?”

“Seungsik?” you ask to confirm or to stall, it’s unclear which. After another nod, you sigh. “I don’t really know. He told me he had to stay late on a project and then was going to possibly get drinks with a friend at this little dive bar by his office. I hadn’t heard from him when you texted me to ask for help.”

“Did he say who he was meeting?” Chan presses.

You give him a weird look. “I don’t know. Sejun, probably. I don’t know all of his friends, though. Why are you asking?”

“Come here,” Chan says and pats a stool at the counter. It’s clear you think he’s being weird, or at least weirder than normal, but you listen anyway. “I don’t think he was with a friend. At least, I don’t think he was with Sejun.”

“What do you know?” you ask, eyes intent on searching his face.

“I, well I was out at that place you don’t like because it’s too, what do you usually say?” 

“Try hard trendy,” you supply with a scoff. 

“Right, well I was out and I saw Seungsik there. I didn’t recognize who he was with, but it didn’t seem like a friend. She was blonde and wearing something really revealing, grinding up on him, kissing him. I don’t know, maybe there’s…” Chan hasn’t thought this part out, not really. He feels awkward. 

“Maybe there’s an explanation?” you snort. “I’m sure there is. I’m sure it’s that he’s cheating on me like I’ve assumed he was for the past month.”

“I’m so sorry…wait, you what?” Chan splutters.

Of all the outcomes he prepared for, your immediate acceptance hadn’t been one of them. He’s expecting tears and you asking if he’s sure. He’s expecting you to wonder if you did something wrong. He’s expecting all the tearful things you see in movies. Except this isn’t a movie, it’s real life. And you don’t seem surprised, at all. Somehow, that feels worse. Then, he remembers how you were at the Halloween party. How you were the day after. Maybe it makes some amount of sense. It wasn’t the same as before you went apple picking. It wasn’t meek, it was angry. Pissed off. This is more like that.

You stand and shake your head. “I’m not blind and I’m not stupid.” 

“I never said you were,” Chan interrupts immediately.

“Oh, no Channie, I know you didn’t,” you say, voice soft like he’s the one that needs to be protected. “I think I’m saying that to myself. I knew something was wrong. I knew he was up to something. He’s never been the best boyfriend, but he got really secretive. He blew me off a lot and just pretended it was because he hated this season.”

“Which is bullshit, by the way. It shouldn’t matter how you feel about something. You at least try for someone you care about,” Chan insists.

“Yeah, he was quick to have something to say about me spending time with you,” you admit. That brings Chan up short.

“What? We did most of the stuff as a group,” Chan points out. 

“I wouldn’t think too much about it. It felt wrong when he said it. Like he was deflecting from his shitty behavior rather than commenting on something I’d done,” you say.

“I’m really so sorry, you deserve so much better than everything he’s done to you,” Chan says. 

“You know, that’s the first time you’ve actually said it to me, at least in so many words,” you observe.

“Said what? That you deserve better?” Chan questions. Your face is a bit sad as you nod. “It sounds hollow to say, at best, or judgmental, at worst.”

“I could tell you thought it, though, even if you didn’t say it,” you share. “You said at the Halloween party that I deserved someone who valued me, but you didn’t actually say I deserved better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it,” Chan says with a sigh.

“Don’t be, I wasn’t ready to hear it,” you assure him. “Besides, you’re one of the only people who shouldn’t be sorry to me. About anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it? About Seungsik and the relationship and what you’re going to do next?” Chan asks. 

You look at him for a minute. “On two conditions.”

“Which are?” 

“That you let me help you make pies if you do actually need them,” you begin. 

“I do,” Chan interrupts.

“And you have to promise not to pull any punches when it comes to your opinions. I want flat out honesty or I don’t want anything.”

“Deal.” 

It turns out that it’s still surprisingly easy to be around you. Obviously you’re sad. You’re hurt. There’s part of you that wonders what you’ve done wrong. But, there’s this vibrancy about you that’s been missing the last several months. The laughs come easier, the brightness in your eyes says you’re up to something, and you’re picking on Chan’s complete inability to make a pie at every chance you get.

In between making the pies, Chan is honest, just like he promised. Maybe a little too honest. He’s got a lot of opinions about the things Seungsik did, or usually didn’t do, and how nobody deserves to feel like the things they love are less important. When you share more about your relationship, Chan finds himself more irritated. It’s clear that you were dulling yourself down so that he didn’t find it annoying. Apparently, your laugh was too loud and you got excited about too many little things. You were too nice with new people and that was annoying because sometimes Seungsik didn’t want to be sucked into a conversation. Before he could stop himself, Chan was listing why those were some of the best things about you. He loves how everything about you brightens up when you’re passionate, loves that you can make anyone feel at home, loves how much you love life. 

Once you both get past bashing Seungsik, an activity that’s entirely too fun, you ask for Chan’s advice about how to break things off. He’s a little surprised that you seem so sure and that you don’t want to give him a chance to work through it. That’s when you remind him that things felt off, anyway. Remind him about the Halloween party. You’ve given Seungsik plenty of chances to not disappoint you. He’s missed all of them. And when you’re done, you’re done. In that case, Chan suggests that you catch Seungsik by surprise. Show up at his apartment without telling him and maybe he’ll even give you more reason to break it off. It’s blunt and honest and you thank him before he has a chance to second guess that level of honesty. 

“Chan, will you get the door?” his aunt calls from the kitchen after the bell chimes through the house. 

It takes a second to excuse himself from the conversation with his cousin and make his way towards the door. There’s no thought about who might be on the other side because he knows that his aunt always invites way more people than she should. She just loves to be surrounded by good people and good food. What Chan isn’t expecting, though he probably should be, is seeing you on the other side of the door with a bottle of wine and a bag of ice.

“Hey,” you say casually and hand the bag of ice over to Chan.

“Uh, hey, I wasn’t expecting you,” Chan says, “or a bag of ice?”

“Everyone always needs more ice at a party,” you provide with a shrug. “So, uh, are we gonna stand at the doorway or…”

“Is that who I think it is?” Chan’s aunt calls as she comes down the hallway. “Oh my god, it is. It’s my favorite almost niece!”

Chan steps aside so that his aunt can engulf you in a hug. It’s actually kind of sweet to see such a warm greeting. 

“I hope it’s okay, I didn’t think to let you know I’d be here,” you say.

“It’s always okay,” she says. “I’ll take any excuse to see you.”

“Actually, could I give you this ice? I wanted to have a quick chat with her about something before we eat,” Chan says to his aunt.

“Sure, I’ll take the wine too. You remembered my favorite, I see,” she says affectionately before disappearing back into the house.

“I suppose I don’t have to ask what this is about,” you joke.

“Come on, we’ll go this way,” Chan says without answering. 

The house isn’t nearly as familiar to you as it is to Chan, but you’ve been here enough to recognize that he leads you into a guest room. There are a couple chairs that save you from having to sit on the bed. That feels like it would be a little too intimate. All Chan wants to do is check that you’re okay. 

“I’m surprised you’re here,” Chan states.

“This time of year is about being with the people you care about,” you answer. “Plus, your aunt makes amazing food and I helped you with the pies. It felt like I should be here.” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever been here without Jay,” Chan says. 

It feels different to be alone with you like this. Going out on adventures, alone or in groups where you ended up together, was one thing. Different, yet easy to fall into. Crashing at your apartment after the Halloween party was entirely different from that, even if it ended up being easy. Having you at his apartment yesterday was surprisingly easy. But this, showing up at his aunt’s house without Jay and newly single, it feels weird. Not weird in a bad way, just weird. There’s almost an intimacy to it, like a glimpse into how things might have looked if everything was different. How it would be if you and him were together and spending time with his family. Yet, he also finds that’s not something he really wishes for anymore. It isn’t that he doesn’t still care about you, because that probably won’t ever change. It’s just that he cares more about helping you with your broken heart.

“Should I not have come?” you ask and Chan hates the way you seem smaller again.

“Of course you should’ve,” Chan rushes out. “I’m really happy you’re here. I’ve been wondering how you were since you left my apartment yesterday.” 

Once again, it’s too honest. It’s too vulnerable. Maybe it’s even too much of a burden to possibly admit that to you, but Chan also knows he needs to so he really can move past this. 

“You said the girl you saw him with on Friday night was blonde, right?” you ask and Chan nods. “I’m guessing it was the same girl that answered the door in his t-shirt.”

“What?” Chan nearly shouts.

“I didn’t even have to tell him that you saw him, which is probably a good thing. He can’t try to turn it around that you made it up,” you say. 

“I…is that a thing that he’d do?” Chan wonders because it’s easier to focus on.

You snort. “Yeah, he was convinced you were in love with me or something. Just another way he was deflecting from himself. Like men and women can’t be friends.” 

It’s hard to ignore the way his heart breaks a little at that. Yet the bigger issue is that you’re right, thinking men and women can’t be friends is insane. 

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you continue on. “I’m so thankful for that. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see an example of a guy just being kind and caring until you were right there.” 

“It’s pretty easy to be that to you,” Chan says because it’s honest and it’s real. 

“I broke up with Seungsik on the spot, obviously. He didn’t even try to deny it. Actually had the audacity to try and make it my fault. I guess she knew I existed too and didn’t care. Maybe I wouldn’t either if I was getting all his time like that,” you say, more like you’re talking to yourself.

“Yeah you would’ve, you’re too good a person for that,” Chan points out. 

“Maybe,” you concede. 

“I know it’s a cliche, but you really do deserve so much more than that. You deserve someone that’ll wake up every day and appreciate everything you bring to the table because it’s so much,” Chan says. 

“You have to say that, you’re my friend,” you deflect. 

“Oh no, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I don’t even really like you that much. I just stick around because of Jay,” Chan jokes and you laugh, bright and real. 

“Glad you finally admitted it,” you say. “Maybe you can tell that person, whoever they are, to hurry up and come find me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chan tells you. “I am glad you’re here, though.”

“Yeah, me too.” 

last part dropping 12/8 💕 let me know if you want to be tagged!

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[seawitch62]

Fanfiction Masterlist

ATEEZ

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Seonghwa) - Suggestive

Shoo Fly! - Hongjoong - 3rd POV

Worst Date Scenario - Yeosang x OC

The Orchard - Jongho x reader 

Stay or Go - Mingi x reader

The Lighthouse - Yunho x reader - suggestive 

Metamorphosis - Yeosang x reader - yandere 

Genie - Wooyoung x  Hongjoong x reader - yandere

The Convention - Seonghwa x reader 

Unfriended - San x reader - yandere

AOMG/ h1ghrmusic/MoreVision

The Trolls - Jay Park - Poem

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park - Fluff

The Collector _ Jay Park - Humour 

Backstreet Boys Party - Jay Park x Backstreet Boys - Horror 

Astro

Altar - Moonbin x reader- Horror yandere

Big Bang 

Cursed! - Jiyong x reader 

BTOB

Birthday Cake - Minhyuk x Reader - Suggestive

Dean - Kwon Hyuk

Torment of the Demon -Dean   x reader - yandere

DBSK

The P.I - Yunho x OC - Detective AU

The P.I (2) - Yunho - Detective AU

Forget Me Not - Jaejoong x OC

Once Upon A Time - Jaejoong x OC

No Exit - Junsu x OC x Jaejoong - Suggestive

The Boss - Junsu x OC

Linked by Ink - Jaejoong x reader - fluff - fantasy 

The Rooms - Changmin x Minho x reader 

Season of the Witch - Junsu x reader -yandere

Enhypen

Carnival of Fright -  Heeseung - Horror 

EXO

Worst Date Scenario - Kyungsoo x Reader

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Sehun) - Suggestive

The Honey Trap - Lay x reader - Suggestive  

Flight 472 - Kai x reader - fluff

Office Dalliance - Suho x reader - smut 

The Satyr - Xuimin - humour 

Imprint -  Baekhyun x reader - yandere smut 

Truth best told cold - Suho x reader - yandere 

iKON

Re-Run? - OT7 x OC 

Re-Run, Re-Run - OT7 x OC

The Maintence Guy - Junhoe x reader 

Monsta X

Truth Captured - Kihyun

Romantic getaway in October -  Hyungwon x reader -  horror 

Night Terrors - Minhyuk x reader - yandere

Here Kitty, Kitty! - Joohoney x reader - yandere horror 

NCT

Revenge is best served in high heels - Yandere Johnny

The Purple - Taeyong x OC - Implied Smut

The Purple (2) - Taeyong x OC 

Worst Date Scenario - Yuta

Aliens Are Here! - Mark x OC - X-Files AU

Baby Doll - Doyoung x reader - Yandere

I Wonder - Haechan x reader - yandere

Mark and the guys in black -  Mark x reader

Green Tea Fangs - Jaehyun x reader - suggestive- horror

The Mechanic - Taeil l x reader - yandere 

Oneus

The Tribe - Leedo x OC - Fluff

Pentagon 

The Sculptor - Wooseok x reader - yandere 

The Rose

The Garden - Woosung x reader - yandere 

Seventeen

Catnip Man Series - Jeonghan x OC - Fluff

Worst Date Scenario - Mingyu x OC

Roadside Service - Seungkwan x reader - fluff

The Shortcut - Joshua x reader

Mountain Laurel (Kalmia latifolia) -  Jeonghan x reader - Yandere 

Party -  Minghao x reader 

Autons. - Vernon x reader - sci fi - horror

Shinee

Home - Kibum (Key) x reader 

The Rooms - Minho x Changmin x reader 

SF9

The Tribe (2) - Multiple x OC

Cancelled Flight - SF9 x OC

The 10 O’Clock - Rowoon x reader - smut

Chapstick Caper - Jaeyoon x reader 

Narcissus - Hwiyoung x reader - Suggestive - yandere 

Friends with Benefits - Jaeyoon x reader 

Stray Kids

The Arena - Bang Chan - King of Hell

Munchausen syndrome by proxy. -  Hyunjin x reader - yandere

Drenched payback - Minho x reader 

The Interrogation. - Christopher x reader - horror 

Super Junior 

Bus Ride - Donghae x reader 

UP10TION

Welcome To Reality - Jinhyuk x Reader - Yandere

Verivery

Compiler -  Gyehyeon x reader - horror 

Victon

Timemaster - Seungsik x Reader

VIXX

Replacement - Leo x OC - Yandere

Wanna One 

Sneakers - Sungwoon x reader - fluff

The Changeling - Kang Daniel x reader 

2PM

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park x OC

The Collector - Jay

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Wooyoung) - Suggestive

Stress Relief - Junho x reader - smut 

Fragrant Obsession - Jun.k x reader - yandere

Kdrama Actor

Mr. S - Lee Dong Wook x OC - Suggestive

The Marionettist.- Lee Dong Wook x reader - yandere

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[ghostie-galaxi]

*slams $20 bill on table* im back with a new hyperfixation can you write more dkb (if youll do this then dkb arguing with their s/o? if not then ill take anything fluffy) thank you :D

Yeah I can write more DKB stuff lol, I have the Blitzers reactions in the works just so you know that I finally got around to starting them.

DKB aruging with their S/O

Angst and fluff included cuz I'm a sappy bitch

E-Chan/Changmin

His schedule was really beating him up and a lack of sleep was making it worse

He didn't even realize he snapped at you until you quietly closed the door behind you

He got up after a few minutes to come after you and saw you curled up in bed

He apologized for snapping at you and that being stressed and sleep deprived wasn't an excuse

You said it was ok and you understand that he felt awful, before telling him to come to bed now then so he can feel a bit better

D1/Dongil

He had a miscommunication with something and was angry at you for something you didn't do

After you walked away with tears in your eyes was when he realized his mistake

He came after you after a while and swiftly explained the situation and apologized

You were still upset and he could see that so he came over to you and wiped the tear stains from your cheeks

He pecked your lips before asking if he could make it up to you and took you to get ice cream

Teo/Seungsik

He had a headache all dayong and couldn't catch a break so when you didn't catch the hint that he needed quiet and raised his voice while walking away to the bedroom

You were confused but decided not the bother him, he never raised his voice at you

He felt awful the second he did but he really needed to go lay down

His headache was coming down a bit and he decided to not keep you waiting long for an explanation and came out to apologize

He came and whispered close to you that he was sorry and really just needed quiet due to his headache, to which you apologized for not taking the hint and offered to go lay down with him for silent, sleep cuddles

GK/Gwanghyun

He couldn't get any of the right words for his lyrics and he was super frustrated since ethics normally didn't happen

You knew not the bother him but you still brought him food and he ended up yelling at you unintentionally thinking you were one of the members

You were shocked that he said that and he immediately turned around when he heard your voice

Wide eyed, he jumped up from his chair and started streaming apologizes and that he didn't realize it was you

You actually kinda giggled at his reaction and he melted a bit as he pecked your lips while holding you in his arms, feeling dumb for getting mad

Heechan

He was stressed from dance practice and so were you from work and you both ended up in a screaming match with each other

You were both just irritated with everything and didn't want to deal with it so this now lead you to where you are now

You end up leaving him in the kitchen while you go to the bedroom to get away from him

You both have time to cool down and think about what happened, acknowledging that you're both just stressed and annoyed

You come out first to apologize and so does he,

Lune/Sungmin

Doesn't really know what to do but he stills listens to what you have to say before speaking to you calmly

Sits stunned as you start blowing up on him

Once he doesn't start to engage with you're yelling you slowly calm down

You get quiet once you start to realize you might've overreacted and he calls you over calmly

You both work out what was happening and you're embarrassed for the way you reacted but he assures you it's ok and just to talk to him next time

Junseo

Was really hurt when you started getting mad at him

Tries to calmly to talk to you but you won't listen

When you storm off he gets really pouty and sad about how you reacted

You realize that he did nothing wrong and you walk out crying to apologize to him

He's still hurt but he accepts and takes you in his arms as you cuddle together and talk through it

Yuku

Why would you even aruge with him what happened-

Really didn't know how this started and was honestly on the verge of tears if not already crying

Tbh you were both crying at this point so once things quieted down you both went to cool down for a minutes

You felt awful that you made him cry so when you came back to your senses you went and apologized to him

You both a hugged each other tightly and hoped this never happened again, forgetting what even caused the arugement to being with

Harry-June

Doesn't know what to do at all

He's never experienced arguing with his s/o before so he's completely lost and doesn't know how to handle it

Tries to just get you to talk about what's wrong rather than yelling but that only results in you getting frustrated and walking away, making him feel lost

You come back some time later and apologize for yelling at him, realizing your mistake

You both talk through what was going on with you and share your thoughts about how to handle stuff like that in the future

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #dkb #dark b #dkb reactions #dkb scenarios #dkb angst #dkb fluff #echan #e chan #e-chan #d1 #teo #gk #heechan #lune #junseo #yuku #harry june #harry-june

[biaswreckingfics]

Hiii! I'm not sure if you're still accepting request (in case you're not, just ignore this 🤭) but if you are, would like 26+36+63 with Seungsik form VICTON pretty pleaseeee

Thank you (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Seungsik + Angst/Fluff -this is heavy on the angst 🥴🥴 sorry!! Haha-

(I just came to say goodbye. + You're blushing. + Kiss me.)

A soft knock on your door has your chest clenching and your stomach churning. You know who it is and why he's here, but you also know the second you open the door everything becomes real. Seungsik is leaving, and you have no idea when you'll see him next, or if you'll ever see him again.

Slowly moving to the door, you open it and move out of the way so he can come in. You're too afraid to look at him, but you know you can't stare at the ground forever.

When you look up, he gives you a soft, sad smile, and you almost crumble right on the spot. His voice is quiet when he says, "I just came to say goodbye."

This is it. The man you confessed your feelings to only a couple of weeks ago is leaving the country. For good. You thought breakups were hard, but it's almost harder to have feelings for someone - someone who reciprocates those feelings - but it's just too late. Time and fate weren't on your side this time, and now you'll always be left with what if's.

You nod to let him know you heard him and he holds his arms out. Immediately, you fall into his embrace, trying to memorize his scent and the way his arms feel around you. The two of you cling to each other tightly in your last moments together, and Seungsik brings his hand up to cradle the back of your head.

"This doesn't have to be goodbye…" he says. "We can always visit each other and talk on the phone."

You nod, but stay silent because you know you won't. He opens his mouth to say something, but then he closes it. Pulling away, you search his face to see what he's holding back. "What?"

He pauses for a moment. "I don't want you to wait for me."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You don't want to agree, but you know it's the only option. He's not staying, and you're not going with him, so that's the only logical thing to do. "Okay."

"I'm serious. You have so much to offer. You're going to make someone supremely happy one day. Of course, I wish it were me, but it's gonna have to be some other lucky person."

You feel some of the sadness leave you thanks to his sincerity, and it feels slightly easier to breathe. "The same goes for you, Seungsik. Make your person the happiest being on this planet. I'll be rooting for you both."

He gives you a light smile. "See? You're almost too perfect for me, anyway."

Somehow, against all odds, you feel your face warm up and you lower your head. 

"You're blushing," he teases before bringing his fingers to your chin and tilting your head up. "Don't hide it."

You shake your head at his sweetness and his hand falls. He bites on his lower lip before nodding. "I should go before I miss my plane."

As he turns to walk away, need courses through you. "Wait."

He pauses his movements and finds your face. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you finally utter two words that have been on the tip of your tongue for way too long.

"Kiss me."

He looks surprised by your words but quickly obliges. He moves close to you, bringing his hand up to cradle your cheek, and softly places his lips on yours. 

It's a gentle goodbye kiss. One that you'll feel on your lips for weeks, and the perfect way to say goodbye to what could have been.

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[slytherinshua]

WITH EVERY CUP OF COFFEE

genre. fluff. very domestic. coffeeshop au sorta...? seungsik being sooooo husband :( warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!seungsik x reader. wc. 779. a/n. idk why this fic just turned out soooo domestically fluffy and like seungsik oml hes just sooooo husband and i miss him sm </3 im in such a victon era again i just love them and miss them so badly 😭 also i feel like this is written in a slightly different style from what i normally do lmao (tho i'm not even sure if i have a style... do i have a style?)

Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee. 

Every iced americano, every caramel macchiato, every vanilla latte, every hazelnut cappuccino reminded you how much Seungsik loved you. 

From the moment you first locked eyes, to your first date, to when he put a ring on your finger, to now— Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.

You would never have known that the cute new barista at your local coffee shop would become a permanent fixture of your life, or that just 4 years later you would be opening up your own coffee shop with the very same man, but life is full of surprises and events that no one could ever predict.

The week had been tiresome overall. It was hard to keep up with customers when it was just the two of you. Seungsik took the counter, making coffees and charming customers with his handsome face and even handsomer smile. While he handled the front, you were in the back baking cookies or muffins or other baked goods. The morning rush before people went to work was always the busiest. You liked to man the counter together, otherwise it became unmanageable. 

Every day was pretty much the same, but you liked the familiarity. The routine was relaxing, and the constant surety of a day at the cafe helped with the stress of life outside of it. 

It was mostly Seungsik, though.

You woke up in his arms, breathing in his cologne, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You stayed like that for a long time. Even after Seungsik woke up, he wanted to hug you for longer, just stay close for “5 more minutes”. 5 always turned into 10 which turned into 20, but there never seemed to be any urgency when you were with him.

When you finally got free from his arms to go shower, he watched you leave with a sleepy smile on his face, mumbles about how breakfast would be ready when you were done. If there was one thing about Seungsik, it was that he always made sure breakfast was ready for you.

Some mornings it was french toast, or fruit parfaits with granola, or kimchi pancakes. This morning it was eggs benedict. But the best part of every breakfast was the coffee that came with it. Freshly brewed with the drip coffee pot that you had given him on your anniversary. He said it was the best thing in his life (after you).

You finished getting ready quickly, eager to join Seungsik for breakfast, and by the time you got to the kitchen, he was just starting on the coffee. One of the things you loved the most about Seungsik was his voice, and he had a habit of singing while working. His voice filled the entire room with a soft clear melody and you smiled at the sound. He was singing your favourite song. You slipped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his broad back as he poured water over the coffee grounds in slow circles. He slowed his singing down to a gentle hum, his left hand finding yours circling his waist to intertwine your fingers.

“Out of the shower?” 

You hummed in response, stepping up on your tippy toes to press small kisses to his neck. He smiled at the feeling.

“I’ve got to plate the eggs. Can you finish the coffee?” He turned around, leaning down to press a long kiss to your lips before leaving you to finish pouring the water. He started singing again as he transferred the eggs to two matching plates and poured a generous amount of hollandaise sauce on each one. 

“Go sit down, I’ll pour the coffee.” Seungsik urged, leading you to the table and pulling out your chair for you.

“You’re so sweet this morning.” You commented, smiling at the cute breakfast laid out on the table and your husband who was grabbing two matching mugs to pour the coffee into.

“Aren’t I sweet every morning?” He countered, placing the coffee down in front of you. You giggled. He was right, of course. He was sweet to you every morning. You sometimes couldn’t even imagine how you had ended up with such a loving husband.

You watched the cream make little swirls in your coffee and you allowed a relaxed smile to take over your face at the sight. It wasn’t just coffee to you— it was coffee made by Seungsik, and it held his love for you in it. And in that moment you were again reminded that Seungsik loved you steadily, gently, slowly. 

Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.

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[chanis-banani]

Hi~ Can i request first time spending the night together for the fluff compaign with seungsik please? Thank you ♡ f.h

Yes, this idea is so cute!!! It got a little bit longer than I intended but I suppose that's a nice way to end the fluff campaign :)

Synopsis: Seungsik invites his s/o for dinner and proposes to spend the night together for the first time. But what exactly does he mean with "spending the night together"?

Word count: ± 1.2k

Genre: sweet fluff - suggestive towards the end

Note: read the smutty part 2 here (±1.7k words)

You and Seungsik had been dating for a little while now, so surely it would be fine, right?

This morning he texted you, offering to cook for you and letting you spend the night at his place. When you got the text, you got so nervous you had to sit down. The two of you had never spent a night together before. So far, you had mostly just gone on wholesome little dates and held hands and such. Okay and maybe you made out on his couch a few times, but that was really it.

What made you the most nervous was that you didn't know what exactly Seungsik meant with "spending the night at his house." Even though you felt like you were ready for... whatever it could entail, the idea still made you anxious. What if it wouldn't be nice? What if he wouldn't find you attractive enough? What if he wouldn't like you anymore once the deed was done?

You tried to ignore all those thoughts because there was something else you needed to focus on: you had to get pineapple juice asap. Just in case.

. . . . . . .

Seungsik greeted you with his usual gorgeous smile and a big warm hug when you arrived at his place. Even before entering, it already smelled delicious from whatever he was cooking. Just when you were about to ask, he happily told you that he made spaghetti. Candles were already lit and Seungsik poured some wine for you to drink while he finished up dinner. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him cook. He was really doing his absolute best to impress you.

After dinner, you did the dishes together (after you insisted that you would help and he shouldn't do them all by himself). This quickly turned chaotic when you splashed water on him and he chased you through the kitchen. When he caught you, he hugged you tightly from behind, pressing tons of kisses on your cheek while you squealed and admitted your defeat.

Throughout the evening, you had so much fun that you almost forgot how nervous you were for what may or may not happen when you'd go to his room. Most of the time your were so busy talking and laughing that you were completely distracted from the idea. But you were reminded of it again when he pulled you against his chest while you watched a movie on his couch. The sound of his heartbeat and the weight of his big arm around you quickly directed your mind back to less wholesome thoughts.

And now it was finally time. The movie was over and Seungsik stood up from the couch. "Shall we go to bed?" He showed you a beautiful and kind smile, but still it felt like your heart dropped into your stomach. Experiencing a combination of terror and excitement, you took his hand and followed him to his bedroom.

It was at that moment that you realized you forgot to bring any sort of pajamas. "Shit," you mumbled. Seungsik gave you a questioning look and you quickly explained the situation, afraid that he was going to make some kind of joke about you having to sleep naked or something. But you were wrong. Instead of making a perverted joke, he went over to his closet and grabbed one of his shirts.

"Here, you can sleep in this shirt if you want. I washed it just this morning." "Thank you..." you said softly and you took the shirt from him. "I'm going to wash up, so you have some privacy while you get dressed," he continued and he pressed a kiss on your forehead before going into the bathroom.

You quietly changed into his shirt, after which you sat down on the edge of his bed and let out a deep sigh. The nerves were really getting to you at this point. Part of you really wanted to be intimate with him tonight. The thought of his pretty lips made you feel warm and a little fuzzy. But it would be your first time together, so there was no guarantee that it would even be good at all. You barely knew each other's bodies yet; there was so much exploring you still had to do. You hated the idea of your first time together being a bad experience. And just as importantly, you didn't have the slightest clue about his intentions for tonight. What if you initiated something he wasn't ready for?

The door opened and you quickly put a smile on your face. Seungsik entered the room and went over to you to press another kiss on your cheek. However, you were so deep in thoughts that you barely reacted, and he noticed.

"Something's up," he stated and he sat down next to you on the bed. Since there was no point in denying it, you just nodded at him and he took your hand in his. "What's the matter? Are you nervous about sleeping here for the first time? Or is this because of the pajamas?"

You shook your head and giggled a little because of the cute tone in his voice. "No, that's not it. It's just... I guess I'm- How do you put this? ...I'm just not sure what to expect for tonight." Just being able to say it already made you feel a little more relaxed and Seungsik gave you a warm smile.

"I wasn't sure what to expect either," he grinned and he gently stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. "My intention was to cook for you tonight and to hold you in my arms when we go to sleep. I'm open for more than that, but only if you want to. I would never want to do something you're not ready for, so if you just want to cuddle, I would love that too."

You immediately felt your cheeks getting a little hotter and you nervously played around with his fingers. "No, I think I'm ready for a little more too..." you said a bit shyly, making him grin at you.

He hooked his index finger under your chin and gently tilted your face towards him. "How about this?" he said softly, before connecting his lips with yours. Everything about the kiss was soft and gentle, from the feeling of his lips to how he moved them. He was careful with you and left room for you to lead the kiss a little, to make sure you wanted it just as much as him.

"And this...?" he mumbled against your lips and you felt his hand on your thigh while he continued to kiss you. At first his hand was almost at your knee, but he slowly began to stroke upwards and more towards your inner thigh. Very softly, he stroked your thigh up and down a few times, inching a little closer to that sensitive area each time.

There was no longer a single doubt on your mind whether you were ready for this or not. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach grew and grew and your breathing began to get heavier.

Seungsik pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes. "Please tell me if I'm moving too fast okay?" You nodded at him and smirked. "Can I also tell you if you're going too slow?"

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masterlist

!!MOVED TO MINHEESKITTEN!!

CURRENT BLOG MASTERLIST

WELCOME to my masterlist becasue i think its about time i gather up my posts. This will be updated every time i write a post longer than a short thought. (which so far is every time) Nothing has names yet but thats okay!

!!!!!!!!REMINDER: I DO NOT WRITE FOR 04 OR YOUNGER AS THIS IS AN NSFW BLOG SO THEREFORE THEY WILL NOT SHOW UP ON MY MASTERLIST !!!!!!!!

CRAVITY

Serim

Allen

- gym pics

- threesome w taeyoung

- nothing yet!

Jungmo

Woobin

- headcanons pt 1

- Perv!Jungmo

-nothing yet!

Wonjin

-Soft Thoughts (fluff)

Hyeongjun {see also: x1}

Minhee {see also: x1}

- headcanons pt 1

-nothing yet

Taeyoung

- threesome w serim

Seongmin

-nothing yet!

MIRAE

-nothing yet!

- Mtl into Oral

Lien

Junhyuk

-nothing yet!

Dohyun

-nothing yet!

Khael

-nothing yet!

Dongpyo {see also: x1}

-nothing yet!

Siyoung

- Gamer!Siyoung

DRIPPIN

Hyeop

-nothing yet!

Yunseong

-nothing yet!

Changuk

-nothing yet!

Dongyun

-nothing yet!

Minseo

-nothing yet!

Junho {see also: x1}

-nothing yet!

X1

Seungyoun/Woodz

Seungwoo {see also: Victon}

-nothing yet!

-nothing yet!

Wooseok

-nothing yet!

Yohan

-nothing yet!

Hangyul

-nothing yet!

Junho {see also: drippin}

-nothing yet!

Dongpyo {see also: mirae}

-nothing yet!

Minhee {see also: cravity}

- headcanons pt 1

Eunsang

-nothing yet!

Hyeongjun {see also: cravity}

-nothing yet!

ONEWE & ONEUS

Yonghoon

-nothing yet!

Seoho

-nothing yet!

Harin

Leedo

-nothing yet!

-nothing yet!

Keonhee

-nothing yet!

Hwanwoong

-nothing yet!

Kanghyun

-nothing yet!

Dongmyeong

-nothing yet!

Xion

-nothing yet!

CyA

-nothing yet

Victon

Seungwoo

-nothing yet!

Seungsik

-nothing yet!

Sejun

-nothing yet!

Hanse

-nothing yet!

Byungchan

-nothing yet!

Subin

-nothing yet!

Kingdom

Dann (Seungbo)

-nothing yet!

Arthur (Yunho)

-nothing yet!

Mujin (Sungho)

-nothing yet!

Louis (Dongsik)

-nothing yet!

Ivan (Yoosung)

-nothing yet!

Hwon (Youngjoon)

-nothing yet!

Jahan (Jihun)

-nothing yet!

Soloists

Ravn

-nothing yet!

i would hate to have anyone plagiarize my work <3

all works are my own and do not belong to anyone else.

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[atztons]

victon masterlist. 

f = fluff, s = smut, a = angst, ss = suggestive

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HEO CHAN

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LIM SEJUN

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DO HANSE

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CHOI BYUNGCHAN

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JUNG SUBIN

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[kyufessions]

!! VICTON MASTER LIST !!

☆ seungwoo

• n/a

☆ seungsik

• n/a

☆ sejun

• n/a

★ hanse

• drama | fluff, 0.9k

☆ byungchan

• n/a

☆ subin

• n/a

#kyufessions victon

[synthetickitsune]

Hi~can i maybe request 16 and 28 (fluff) for victon seungsik please? If you don't feel comfortable writing for him (i could understand) for seventeen dk? Thank you have a nice day <3

Hey~ I tried, I hope this is okay! Thanks for requesting ♡

Seungsik (Victon) | Sharing secrets & "Forever is a long time, are you sure you can handle it?" fluff | 0.7k

“Thank you,” you smile at him as you take the bag from his hands and put it on the table, “You really didn’t have to.”

He shakes his head and hugs you from behind as you begin taking out the containers with food and set them around the table between your plates and glasses. You can feel his hands twitch, wanting to help even if there wasn’t enough space to allow both of you to be useful. 

“I wanted to,” Seungsik says, “And it brought back memories.” As if remembering something even now, he sighs and leans further against you. Endearing as it is, you have to support yourself to prevent both of you falling face first into your dinner.

“Babe, could you maybe sit down?” you chuckle, “Or get the drinks from the fridge if you want to help.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, planting a quick peck to your cheek before disappearing into the kitchen. You sigh and quickly finish setting up the table, just in time for him to return and pour your drinks.

“You were saying something about memories?” you ask as you sit down, and he perks up at the question before shaking his head with a shy smile.

“I have a reputation to uphold,” he grins when he meets your questioning gaze again, “And we all promised to never tell anyone.”

“If you think I’m going to stop prying now, you’re wrong,” you warn him, “You know I live for all your embarrassing stories and juicy gossip.”

“It’s nothing like that,” he assures you as he finally takes a bite of the warm food, “It’s not even a big deal.”

“Then tell me?” you plead, holding out your hand for him on the table. It’s barely a second before he takes it. “I bet it’s been years and you know I always keep your secrets.”

Seungsik nods, squeezing your hand gently before sighing.

“It just reminded me of when we used to sneak out as trainees to eat some snacks with the members. I don’t think it’d be so bad if we got caught, but we used to act like they would skin us alive if they knew,” he shrugs, but watches your reaction anyway.

“I don’t know, sounds like a big deal to me,” you tease, “But I think everyone’s done that, right? All the groups talk about it on the shows.”

“Maybe, but it’s a nice memory,” he smiles fondly, and you know he means it, well aware of how much his members mean to him.

“And just so you know, I’m not going anywhere,” you announce, smirking a little at his confused expression, “Even though your idol image is ruined for me now.”

You let your fingers slip between his, reassuring him it’s a joke. He laughs, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“Hm, how long are you planning to stay?” he’s playful, but you know you should be careful. It’s easy to hurt him, and you don’t want that.

“Forever?” you muse aloud, “Or as long as you’ll have me.” 

“Forever is a long time, are you sure you can handle it?” he asks softly, still stroking your skin. Instead of answering, you get up in your seat and lean across the table.

He catches up quickly, and soon his lips meet yours, melting under you. You squeeze his hand, leaving no doubt about what your answer is. He can’t get enough, and you let him kiss you all he wants until you need to part for air. His eyes are so full of love you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Not without one more peck to his lips.

“We should eat, the food is getting cold,” you chuckle when he keeps staring at you. It makes your cheeks heat up. Perhaps you’ll never get used to the way he looks at you. “You can tell me more secret stories.”

“You’ll make fun of me again,” he hums, “I wouldn’t want to damage my idol image further.”

“I already promised you forever, didn’t I?” you smile, and you know you have him. His quiet murmur of you not playing fair is a cute confirmation though.

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