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astraysimp · 4 months

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Destined-9mitm

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Eeeeeeep! 9mitm again! Officially at the halfway point. This is Mimo’s chapter(if you saw us post saying that Hyune was fourth…….no you didn’t)GRAB YOUR TISSUES AND A SNACKY 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪Warning:Exes! To Lovers, the cats miss y/n, talks of life before break up, FLUFFY, Minho kinda being jealous of his cats( they just love you and the baby too much), proposal, kinda angst(if you squint)

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪Summary: You and Minho had talked about having kids, getting married and settling down…..you just never expected it to happen after you broke up

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You had just been released from the hospital, after having your baby boy. And, now you, Minho and baby SeoJun are on your way home.

The same home you and Minho purchased a year into your relationship, the home you decorated together, the same home you and Minho went to after grueling days of work, the same home where you laid in your shared bed discussing your future. Get married, settle down, have kids. You, both, could see it so clearly. You, Minho, a baby and your(his) cats. What you never expected was to break up…..and find out you were pregnant.

You knew it was his, he was the only person you ever were with, that you ever wanted to be with. And, he saw you the same. Despite breaking up, he could never move on, only seeing a future with you. You two were meant to be together, and have that ideal life. But, he was still shocked when you told him, with tears in your eyes, the same teary eyes you had when you said goodbye that last time.

From the moment you told him you were pregnant, he knew he had to get you back. And, get you back he did. Minho was there through every step, slowly moving your belongings back into his house. The cats noticed too, your scent familiar to them.

Was mama coming back?

They missed you, missed how you fed them in the mornings as you sat with them on the floor. How you rubbed behind their ears and peppered them with kisses. During the duration of your pregnancy, you went to his house many times, all 3 cats flocking to you. They could see your bump, nuzzling their noses against it, as if to say ‘Baby?” Giggled, you would press a soft kiss to each of their heads, petting them, “Yes, kitties, baby. A sibling.” It made Minho ( and you) think of the past, cuddled on the same couch, the kitties flocked around you, basking in the love you bestowed upon them.

That brought you to now, as you glanced in the baby carrier next to you, a sleeping SeoJun inside it. You glanced up at Minho, locking eyes through the rearview mirror. “Min?” You said softly, as SeoJun shifted, still sleeping soundly as he suckled a pacifier. “Yes, jagi?” He sounded back, equally as soft. “I missed you…..I love you.” You smiled, feeling your eyes getting teary. “I– I know we talked about this. I know it seems backwards, the order, that this is all happening in….But, I’m glad it’s happening.” You sniffled, wiping your eye with the sleeve of the sweater Minho had given you– his cologne lingering on it. “I love you too, never stopped, jagi. You’re the only one I want to have any of this with.” He smiled, tsking as he saw you sniffle. “Yah, don’t cry. We’re here and we have our baby,” he teased. Nodding, you caressed SeoJun’s cheek. “I know, I know.”

About 20 minutes later, Minho had pulled into your driveway and parked the car. Quickly, he rushed to the back, opening your door and pecking your lips. “Hi,jagi, let’s get you and the bub inside, hm?” He smiled, carefully guiding you out of the car as he grabbed the baby bag and your overnight bag. “Mmmm, let’s go inside, I think the kitties have someone to meet.” You smiled, carefully grabbing the carrier with SeoJun. Making your way up the driveway and to the front door, you smiled and looked between Minho and SeoJun. “My boys, my handsome boys.” You smiled, SeoJun wriggling in his sleep before settling back down and Minho smiled at you. “My jagiya.”

Then, he unlocked the door, gently pushing it open. “Soonie, Doongi, Dori, come here.” He called, as you walked into the house, carrying SeoJun’s carrier and made your way to the living room. He followed you to the living room, smiling as you set the carrier on the couch and heard the soft pitter patter and meows of his cats. Right away , they flocked to you, purring as you giggled and kissed their heads. “Hi, babies. Me and Daddy have someone for you to meet.” You smiled, as they looked up at you in curiosity. Softly laughing, you gestured toward the carrier sitting next to you.

Why does this tiny baby smell like mama and papa?

Who is this tiny version of my mama and papa?

Baby?From mama’s Tummy?

Minho, by this point, had sat next to you and placed his arm over your shoulder. “Think they’ll like baby SeoJun?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nodded, grabbing his hand. “Yeah, I think they’re going to be best friends,Min.” You smiled, watching as the three kitties were sniffing and nuzzling against the bub. SeoJun had woken up, seeing three furry faces and whined. Quickly, you reached out, taking him into your arms and cradled him. Immediately, the cats followed you, sitting near you and baby SeoJun on the couch. “Oh it’s okay, my love. That’s soonie.” You pointed to the mainly orange , but had spots of white fur, cat, as he meowed. ‘That’s Doongi,” you smiled, as the cat nuzzled against Seojun’s blanket. “And , there’s Dori,” Minho spoke up, as he pet Dori behind the ears.

Gently, he picked up Soonie, holding the cat in front of his face. “Where’s daddy’s cuddles hm? Mama comes home and you and your brothers abandon me,” He pouts, kissing over the cat’s face , only to be met with meows and paws at his face. “Min…. they love meeeeeee and you know that.” You giggle, as he pouts, still holding Soonie to his chest. “But, I’m their dad!” he whines, before leaning to kiss your cheek. “Yes, and now you’re actually a dad.” You laugh, as SeoJun stirs in his sleep. “Can you grab me a bottle? Think bub is getting hungry here.” You smile, seeing the baby’s eyes flutter open and a yawn escape his lips. “Hi sleepyhead. Are you hungry,hm?”

Minho knew he wanted to marry you. In fact, he had even bought a ring. Your ideal one– a simple stove set on a plain band. Simple, elegant, timeless, like you. He bought the ring before you broke up, but kept it because he KNEW he’d propose one day, and he’d only propose to you. Before breaking up, he had been planning and trying to find the perfect time to pop the question.

But he felt that the time was now.

Nodding his head, he set Soonie back by your lap and got up from the couch. “Be right back, jagi,” he said, walking to the kitchen to warm a bottle. But, before making his way back to you, he quickly ran to his(your) room and pulled the small blue velvet box out of his drawer and put it in his pocket. Descending the stairs, he went back to the kitchen to grab the bottle and made his way back to you.

He would always make his way back to you. No matter the time or place.

Handing you the bottle, he sat on the couch and nuzzled into your shoulder. “I love you, my jagi.” He said, gently gliding his knuckle over SeoJun’s cheek as he drank. “I love you too,min. Always have and always will.”You smiled, turning to peck his lips. It felt surreal. You were in his arms, feeding your baby and the cats were by your side. But, he thought your ring finger was too empty. Shuffling beside you, he carefully got up from his spot on the couch, taking the ring out of his pocket.

He always pictured how he would propose. It would be romantic, perhaps on your anniversary while out at dinner. Or, when you were taking a walk along the beach. Maybe even, while he was on stage performing, declaring his love for you for the world to see. But, now, none of that felt right. Seeing you feeding your baby, his cats cuddling up to you–as they always did– and the baby in your arms. He knew. This was the right moment. So, slowly, he dropped to his left knee, a ring gently held between his fingers.

You were too engrossed in feeding your baby to notice Minho. You were cooing down to him , seeing his eyes flutter, as he looked up at you.”Hi, sweet boy. Are you full?” You crooned, finger pushing some of his soft baby hair back. Minho smiled, taking the sight in before gently coughing. “Min? Are you o–” you started before noticing he was on his knee and there was a ring in his fingers. “W-wait what?” You squeaked, already feeling tears in your eyes. “Jagiya, I have so much to say. First is that I love you, I have always loved you and I will never stop loving you, until my last day on this earth. Geez, thank you for blessing me with our baby. I know we have always planned on having kids and settling down and getting married. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I have ever made, I’ve always known you were it, the one, my forever, my person. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and it does. All those days I was away from you, made me realize that I would never move on, my heart has been and always will be yours, tethered on a string even if we’re miles apart. My heart aches when you’re not near and I can’t lose you again. Not now, not ever.” He said, tears falling from his eyes as you were sniffling. He continued, “ jagiya, my home is with you, our baby and the kitties. When you told me you were pregnant, I was shocked but also happy because I knew it was mine and because I knew I still loved you– I still do. I bought the ring a year after we got together– when we bought this house– but, I never knew the right moment to do it. But this, you and our babies is the right moment. So, please, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me? I promise, I’ll never let us lose that spark again,please.” He choked out, hands trembling as you nodded.

“Yes! Yesyesyes minho! Of course, a million times yes,” you cried as he gently slid the ring on your finger and pressed a wet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for coming back to me.” he whispered, before looking down to baby SeoJun. “And you, my little blessing. Thank you for bringing your mama back to me.” Softly, you kissed his lips,”I always would’ve come back. We’re destined to be together. “ You whispered against his lips, setting SeoJun in his carrier. Minho nodded, “destined, together. In this life, and whatever other lives we get….I will always find my way back to you. You are my home, safety, my best friend….and soon …my wife.” He said, pulling you into a kiss. “Husband…wife….parents…I love the sound of that.”

You and Minho would have always ended up married, settled down with kids. Your hearts were tethered on a string, cut from the same cloth, and made to beat for solely one another. Whether that be in this lifetime or the next, it doesn't matter. But, sometimes, life has you make detours and throw a wrench in your plan. But, distance makes the heart grow fonder and it brings you back to Minho. He didn’t believe in destiny, or fate. But, you coming back to him? Maybe he does now. Maybe you were destined to be together, the universe always knowing you would find a way back together. There was no one else for you or Minho. Just each other, SeoJun and the cats.

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 1 year

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{7:04pm} - Chan

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Genre: 🌶️

Word count: .3k

Warnings: tooth rotting romance, fluff, depressed chan, confessing feelings, KISSING.

"When is it my turn to be happy," he says, aggravated by the situation he sees himself in. You pull him closer to you by the back of his neck, and Chan gulps as his eyes flick to your lips.

You had just spent the last 15 minutes listening to the man you are so desperately in love with a rave on and on about how he wasn't good enough and isn't worthy of anything.

"kiss me," you say as you can barely breathe as Chan is just inches away from your lips.

He attaches his soft, plump lips to yours, both your hands combing through the hair of each other as you do so. He pulls away. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight..."

"I don't care." You crash your lips as he moans, allowing you access to his mouth.

Chan's eyebrows frown as he softly pushes you away. "I- I", he stutters. "I can't…You deserve better than me," he says, looking down.

You cup his face placing your forehead against his. "I deserve you…. I only want you" Chan's eyes glisten as he fights back tears.

"What is it about me that makes you like me so much? Everything I touch turns to shit" he looked down, and you lifted his chin so that he was staring directly at you.

You brushed down his hair which you messed up a moment prior. "Listen to me….You are everything I have ever dreamt about…you may not be perfect…but who is Channie? I am so proud of you…..so please don't give up on me…because….well, because I love you" Chan's eyes widen a little before he softens his face.

" Did you just say you love me?," he speaks softly, slightly cracking his voice as he says those words.

"Don't make me repeat it, Chan" You smile as he leans in, sliding his hands up your thighs as he lies you down on the couch.

Breaking the kiss, Chan giggles before saying in a raspy voice, "You are everything I want and more."

A/N: thank you all so much i wanted to just post this little 300 word fluff.

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thedeluluverse · 9 months

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Annyeong my darling @starfire21! Here is your request! Sorry it took longer than I quoted, hope it was worth the wait! Let me know of anyyyyy feedback ok? Enjoy :) <3333

Author’s Note: Big thanks to @starfire21 for this request as it beckons in a new era of not just BTS fics! I hope y’all enjoy and feel free to send me requests anytime 😊Also, I got a tad bit carried away so if it's too long, sorry! hehe

Summary: Being together for 2 years, there is no limit to how well you know each other. So why do you still try to hide?

Pairing: softDom!Minho x subbyJYPstaffF!reader.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, coworker romance

Word Count: 3,861

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. swearing, angst in a couple parts, fingering (f. receiving), breast play, dirty talk, pet names, overstimulation, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, guilt, crying, cockwarming, mom and dad issues, reader highkey hates her dad and wants to unalive him so there's talk of that too.

It's been 2 hours, and you are still reeling. Despite living in Korea for about 6 years at this point, your parents still manage to get under your skin. A notification pops up on your phone that your boyfriend, none other than Lee Minho of Stray Kids, has gone live. A small smile appears, knowing that he helps comfort you even through a screen and wondering if he can sense your need for his presence. Probably not, but it's a nice thought!

Once the live is through, you give a sigh of contentment, quickly replaced by the familiar sinking feeling that comes with the trauma you can't seem to shake. You are on the verge of sobbing when your phone screen lights up, showing that your boyfriend is trying to Facetime you. Taking a few deep breaths and smiling, you accept the call and are greeted by an "Annyeong jagiya! Did you see the live?". Nodding your head, you reply, "I did, and you look so handsome today, babe!".

Despite you doing your best to smile enough to not worry him, he can tell that the smile far from reaches your eyes. His tone changes to stern as his eyes bore into your soul; thank goodness there's a screen separating y'all! "Tell me." He demands; you try to laugh it off. "Tell you what? That I love you; you know I do, Min!". He isn't laughing, "Don't play this game with me, angel, I can tell something is wrong. Please, I'm here for you, always.".

At his sincere words and concern for your well-being, the dam is broken, and you start bawling, unable to communicate for about 3 minutes. He understands and doesn't bother you; he just looks at you pitifully, upset that he knows there is nothing he can do to help right now. Once your breathing has regulated, you say, "Okay, well, buckle up, my love, because today was a doozy…" he nods to show that he is ready and you are free to start whenever.

After a sip of water, you begin, "First off, my dad, who I haven't talked to in about 7 years, texted me out of the blue asking what I've been up to, and he misses me (bullshit, you mutter under your breath). So this fucker asks if we can meet up for lunch or something soon. I told him that I was not in the States anymore. He said that my mom was bragging about me and accidentally let it slip that I live in Korea now, so that's no issue since he has wanted to take a trip anyway. “

“I told him to stay out of my goddamn life since that is what he is best at, and he lost his chances to reconcile with me a decade ago. Then he dared to get angry with me and say he deserves to see me because ' he's my father.' I told him he was just a sperm donor and he had no right to me, especially since I changed my last name once I moved out. He didn't like that and said that I was just like my mom, a bitch, and that was it. Now most times, I don't like being compared to my mom, but in cases like these, it's a badge of honor, lol.”.

As you take a breath, Minho stares off from his phone for a moment to process all of that. Now, that situation would be intense to hear about for anyone. Still, it's an entirely different playing field for your fiercely protective boyfriend who knows about your trauma. "I'm gonna kill him." He states, still looking off into the distance.

You damn near spit out your water at the suddenness of this statement, then reply with, "I mean, go for it, have fun even, but make sure I'm there. I want to see his pathetic life leave his blank stare as I deal the final blow." His eyes widen, knowing that your talk of wanting to kill your dad was serious all these years; his only response is to nod, "Anything you want, Princess.".

Blushing at the pet name and feeling a bit better, having vented some of the day away, you say, "You are already fuming; I can just finish up the story later. It's okay. I will see you, la-" "You'll see me as soon as you are done telling me what happened today. Yes, I am pissed at your dad on multiple levels. Still, I care about you even more. So what else happened, honey?". You close your eyes, and with your voice slightly cracking, you say, "My mom. She happened. So she Facetimed me earlier, like 10 minutes after the ordeal with 'dad'.

She just wanted to check up on me, but I was snippier than usual because I don't like surprises like that and wouldn't have agreed to call just then. I told her that she needs to not just randomly Facetime me because next time, depending on what kind of day I'm having, I may not be in the mood to pick up. She didn't like that at all and tried to play the guilt card of not seeing me in forever despite her knowing I’ve been super busy lately. I told her that wasn’t fair, and we texted enough for her to know that my life has been hectic, so she needs to not try to make me feel guilty for my success."

“So then,” you continue, “she happens to spot that the sink has dishes, trash needs to be taken out, etc., etc., and huffs. I ask what's wrong, and she proceeds to say that, well, despite success looks like you can't handle it all if you can't maintain a clean living space and that after this long, she thought that I would’ve figured out a routine that works for me by now.

She even had the audacity to say, 'Ah yes, your work is soooo taxing being around gorgeous people all day, you poor thing.' That set me off; I told her that my job is taxing because I want to ensure I am doing my best, so they do not have to worry as much. I have had no energy to do anything when I come home lately besides shower, eat, and talk to Min for a little while before I pass out. The final straw was when she said, ', Oh, so you have time for your boyfriend but not for your mom; I see how it is.' And just ended the call."

He stares into space again and says, "Wait…what the actual fuck??!! She knows you have abandonment issues and how your energy levels can be, and she dares to pull that…. I'm so sorry, love, for everything." You sniffle, trying to ward off more tears and answer, "It isn't your fault, though; none of this is, which is why I wasn't going to bother you with it or bring down your day. Especially after a live because I know you get a mixed bag of comments with those; I feel extra bad now. I'm sorry; I'm selfish and shouldn't have word-vomited on you. Oh fuck, am I like my dad? I'm really gonna run into traffic now," you half-joke.

"AISH. Y/N-AAAA!! I've told you that you never need to hide anything from me, okay? I am here for you. I would’ve hated it if you kept all of this to yourself until you deemed that I was ready to hear it. Lovingly shut the hell up about that 'like your dad/being selfish' shit. I could tell you weren't okay and asked you to share why. Yanno, I love you and know you have struggled mainly alone for too long."

" Your dad would've just started unloading about his day without even thinking to ask how I was before, so stop. No running into traffic jokes either, alright? You really wanna do that to me and the kids?". The corner of your mouth twitches into a slight smile as you say, ", Okay, you maybe have good points; I'm sorry. And I wouldn't do that to you and those fuzzy little cuties in a million years!"

He smirks, "Good, and stop saying sorry. You did nothing wrong, okay?"; you nod in response, granting you a flying kiss through the screen. "Do you have any plans today y/n?" "Nope MinMin, I'm free the rest of the day; why?" "You'll see, just be ready in 15 minutes, dress comfy. I'll see you soon; gonna hang up now, saranghae jagiya!" "Saranghae jagi, I'll see you soon!". The call ends, and you put on your favorite pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie you had stolen from him on your third date paired with your trusty boots, and you are ready to go!

This causes you to cry more, and his only response is to softly rub your back, occasionally pecking your temple and forehead with kisses and soothingly whispering, "There there, y/n, I'm here. It's going to be okay, that's it. Let it out.". After about 9 minutes, he wipes away the tears for you, kisses their faint trails, and leads you hand in hand to his car. As he starts driving, you have no idea what he has planned, and frankly, it couldn't matter less; you are feeling better just being in his company.

Putting the car in park, he turns to you and asks, "You ready?" "for what?" you reply. He emerges from the vehicle and opens your door for you, holding your hand as you walk into the building, saying, "Just trust me.". As soon as you walk in, you are taken aback at how nice this place looks but are too entranced in the calming scents of rain and vanilla to put too much thought into it. He notices you just taking everything in and places a gentle hand on the small of your back to catch your attention, "Let's get this started, shall we? Don't worry, I pulled a few strings, and we have the place to ourselves.".

Returning to reality, you look at him with wide eyes, "Wait….did you rent out a whole ass spa just because my parents were jerks??? This is too much; I'll be okay, I swear!". He calmly places a finger over your lips, looking into your eyes. "Nothing is too much for my baby girl, you need to wind down anyway, and I just had an excuse to pull something like this off. Now… go enjoy my love."

You blush at the effort and care he put into this, all for you, and nod, walking to the back. First, you get the best massage of your life, not counting the ones that Min has given you; of course, once it is done, the masseuse leaves so that you can retie your robe and move on to the next room. Nearly falling asleep from how jelly-like your muscles feel, you don't notice that you aren't alone until you feel a hand gripping your ass cheek.

You bolt up and whip your head around only to find your cheeky partner showcasing the cat smirk that you so adore until he moves closer to you and bends down, placing soft kisses on your shoulders, neck, and all over your face until you are both giggling. "Now, on to the next room." He commands while taking hold of your neck with his strong, veiny hands that impress you more and more every day.

Helping you into the next room as you are still a bit wobbly, Min starts feeling like this was definitely a good idea since it has been ages since he has seen your features this relaxed. Once you sit in the massage chair, he plants a kiss on the top of your hand and then leaves you to enjoy phase 2. Phase 2 includes a full mani-pedi as well as a customized facial treatment due to him knowing that you have sensitive skin. He even asked the staff to provide extra cucumber slices to snack on if smelling them on your face kickstarted your craving.

Throughout the mani-pedi, you receive heavenly hand and foot massages, and you start to wonder if this is all a dream due to how perfect everything has been. As you wait a few moments for them to ensure the next room is ready, your sneaky boyfriend whispers into your ear, "Enjoying yourself pretty?" as your eyes are closed, leaning back in relaxation.

Your eyes fly open, mainly from the realization that those 3 words created body-wide goosebumps. Hovering over you, he shakes his head and gently lowers your lids, "Keep relaxing, pet. Let master take care of you, yeah?". Biting your lip, you nod slightly while fighting a moan; at this green light, he starts a trail of kisses from your collarbone down to your sternum.

Your breathing becomes more uneven by the second as he takes one tit into his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue around your hardened bud and occasionally sucking on it as if his life depended on it. He can tell that you are needy from his actions and stops right before the staff returns to lead you into the next room. Not before he leaves little love bites all over your cleavage, though.

Phase 3 is a special treatment that he personally requested. Now, the spa staff is well aware of your heat sensitivity, and you were fine temperature-wise until Min's little sneaky stunts left you panting with flushed cheeks. Well, it seems he anticipated this because he arranged a cooling stone treatment for you in the next room. They spend about a half hour moving stones of all sizes all along your body and double as many times over your pressure points to ensure you don't get overheated.

In the end, you are instructed to lie face down once again as they leave an even pattern of chilling stones all down your back as well as on the nape of your neck. In the midst of cooling bliss, you feel a familiar set of lips kissing up your calves all the way to the back of your thighs. Goosebumps appear again, and you can feel the desire pooling in your stomach along with the increasing wetness between the lips of your pussy.

He barely has to apply pressure to your inner thighs for you to spread your legs for him even wider. Leaning over your back, he nibbles your earlobe and coyly says, "Damn baby, you really are my subby little kitten, aren't you? All it takes is a few kisses and teasing touches, and you are dripping onto this table for me. I'm not complaining; I've just come to taste my handiwork.".

Before you can object for fear that you'll be walked in on, his tongue is deep in your throbbing cunt, licking broad stripes along your lips. Feeling you adjust slightly in an attempt to grind against his face, he firmly holds down your legs, saying, "C'mon, my needy little babydoll, you gotta stay still so daddy can take care of you. Unless you want them to see that their handiwork has shifted and be privy to your true nature." You groan as if to say, "That's not fair," but you aren't complaining after all…

You finish for the third time, not 5 minutes before the staff walks in with a robe, ready to remove the stones from your back, ignoring the smell of sex as they were paid to do. Sitting on the end of the table, waiting to see what will happen next, Minho saunters in and extends his hand towards you while slightly bowing. Furrowing your brows, you ask, "Um, my dear boyfriend, it's a little difficult for me to walk. Could you tell me where we are going?".

Ignoring your question, he states, "You feel a little chilly."; you huff and reply, "Well, thank you, great compass, that helped a ton. For your information, I am, actually. The stones set me back to neutral, but then, all of that release burned a lot of calories, and now I'm resetting." "I thought as much. Well, welcome to the last stage of Min's 'If I can't kill those who hurt you, I'm gonna try my hardest to kill your unhappiness and soothe your soul for eternity' tour!".

Trying to disguise the tears in your eyes from being seen, you tease, "Damn, that's a mouthful, love…" He just grins and cocks an eyebrow replying, "Yeah, well, so are you, and I'm not complaining."; this makes you blush and scan the area, hoping nobody heard him.

He leads you into a private hot tub/sauna room with the temperature of everything set just warm enough to help you feel normal but cool enough that you won't pass out. You don't waste any time changing into a bathing suit and letting your body succumb to the sensation of the jets and the melting effect that the water is having over every inch of you. Eyes closed and head back, you still have trouble believing all this is real. Ten minutes later, you feel the water rise higher on your body, and it isn't long before you know the culprit is your Min joining you.

Looking to the right of you, where he is sitting, you pull yourself over his lap and start kissing along his neck, all the way behind his ear, and finally over to his lips for a steamy makeout sesh that leaves you both breathless and has him asking, "Well Princess what was that for? I am certainly not mad about it, but I figured you'd be too relaxed to be this bold right now."

It's your turn to smirk as you rub your clothed core against his growing bulge, then whisper against his ear, "See, the thing is…I was relaxed, then you made me all needy, so you have to fix it now, mister." "Oh, do I?" he teases as he slips two fingers inside of your soaked cunt easily, which elicits a very loud “fuck Minho” from your lips. He curls his fingers inside of you, occasionally toying with your sensitive bud while kissing you passionately until you have cum all over his hand 5 times.

He lets you stay collapsed against him for a solid 10 minutes before saying, "Let's go, my adorable little raisin.". Pouting, you lift your head up, meeting his eyes and saying, "But baaabe, I feel too weak to dry off, get dressed, and go all the way to the car…” He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss to the tip of your cute nose before explaining, “I planned for this situation as well my love, just trust me yeah?” he says touching his forehead to yours as you nod.

He gets out first, quickly drying off, pulling on a pair of boxers, and heading back to you. He lifts you bridal style with ease out of the hot tub and places you on possibly the best bed you have ever laid on. As he joins you underneath the covers, you curl up against him with your nose on his neck and his chin on top of your head; "Jagi, did you invent a cooling cloud for me to sleep on?" you ask, half out of consciousness.

He gives a deep chuckle in amusement at how tiny you are right now, places a kiss on top of your head, and traces his fingers up and down your spine as he answers, "I'm not thaaat powerful jagiya, but that was precious."

Pressing yourself closer to his chest in embarrassment while giggling, you retort playfully whiny, "Don't make fun of meee. Just tell me what magic is underneath us right now, and can we take it home?". He smiles ear to ear, just as smitten with you as the day he met you, and replies, "Well, I thought you might get overheated, so I asked if they could set up the extra room as a nap area with silk sheets for cooling reasons. Sadly, they didn't have any, but thankfully, they did have this other fabric called habotai. It is much like silk but a bit cheaper and slightly more cooling. If you like it this much, we can send a set home with us."

Barely raising your head, just enough for him to see your eyes, you ask, "Wait, really??" with the wonderment of a child who just got told they can take home the toy they've been eyeing in the store for the past 20 minutes. Kissing your forehead, he nods and can feel fatigue overtake his body; right before he drifts into dreamland, though, your sweet voice permeates the air.

Pressing a palm against his firm chest to let him know you're awake, barely above a whisper, you say, "Um…I don't want to be greedy, but I have a question….if that's alright. I know you've done so much already." He glances down at you and cups your cheek with his palm, "What is it, my star?" you feel your cheeks flush as you ask, "Well, see, the thing is, I was thinking, or rather wondering if you could just…be inside of me? If that's silly, I get it, just, I dunno, I want to feel as close as I can to you. You're so healing you have no idea…".

Before you finish your sentence, he is gently filling you up with his cock and softly presses his lips against yours right as you finish speaking. "I doubt you could ever make a silly request or be greedy where I am concerned, sweetheart. You could want to hula hoop with Saturn's rings, and I'd find a way to grant your wish, my love." Giving a contented sigh, you nod, and you both drift off to the most peaceful sleep either of you have experienced in a long while.

Even though you felt like absolute trash earlier today, here you are, feeling like the most valuable piece of treasure. All thanks to your fantastic boyfriend who sees you as a goddess and would move mountains if it meant you were at peace. The reason is, to him, you are the rarest gem that he had the fortune of stumbling across in life, and he spends every day trying to think of ways to show you just how special you are to him and in general.

After that day, you both vow to always let each other know what is going on so that neither of you faces hardships alone; from now to eternity, you will be each other’s soul soothers, and you couldn't feel more thankful to have this man by your side now and forever.

THE END

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pinklemonadeflav · 10 months

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Noise

"Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

Persona-coded ⍰ : Seungcheol, Bangchan

✂︎ ☁︎

wc: 1k

Reader is stressed, comfort fluff, established relationship

Sometimes, you don't realise how loud the world is until you're engulfed by silence at 1am, body pressed into the plush of the bed, the only sounds audible coming from the beating of your heart and the periodic lull of your own breathing.

The bustling drone of the morning train commute to work, the inaudible chatter of colleagues in the office. Even within the faint rhythmic clacking of the keyboard and notification chimes, your head feels like it's being cling-wrapped, the voice of your own thoughts growing increasingly fuzzy.

You get home, 'rewarding' yourself with more sound; Your phone's speakers release a wave of laughter as you accompany it with dinner, going through the daily evening routine of engaging in para-social relationships before having to go to bed to repeat it all the next day.

You could silence it yourself, but how would you live with yourself if you don't spend the little existing free time attempting to listen in on the good life?

It's become a habit for you to cover your ears at night to sleep, an irrational paranoia of something coming too close to your senses, hearing something you don't want to.

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11.14pm, Sunday.

You shut your phone off after begrudgingly glancing at the lock screen, mind bouncing with thoughts of the oncoming week of work. Did the weekend really pass? What did you even do? You feel a heavy pressure growing in your chest as the back of your mind counts down the seconds and minutes until Monday inevitability came.

1.27am, Monday.

Your eyes were shut, lids drenched in fatigue, but you can still feel tension in your body, and it all traces back to the noise in your mind.

The muffled sound of the main door opening was followed by the quiet shuffling of feet. He's home after a long weekend of tying up loose ends on some work matters.

As you hear him continue his nighttime routine through the rushing sounds of water in the bathroom, you decide to remain in bed and turn over, keeping quiet to feign sleep.

He's tired, and so are you. You don't want to keep him up with your problems.

Finally the bedroom door creaks open and you feel the bed shift under his weight as he crawls in. You continue to face the wall, but a shaky exhale leaves you against your will.

"You awake?" He whispers.

Your voice feels caught in your throat, and you don't respond.

But you guess that he can see the tension trapped in your shoulders under the blanket, and he knows you well enough now to know when something's wrong. His arm gently reaches over and drapes over your waist, and you feel him give the back of your head a soft peck.

You string your fingers through his and give them a light squeeze. Sure that you're awake now, he gently caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

His touch helps to ground you, the chopping of the fan's blades sounding a little bit softer and his breaths a little louder. Well, there's still a slight buzzing in the distant, but it's calmer now, more of white noise.

You blink and try to focus on his presence, the tightness of your muscles slowly melting away. A tear escapes you onto the pillow. You finally turn around, burying your face in his chest and hugging him back.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head with a muffled noise, and he gives an understanding hum in response. He continues, letting his thoughts out without expecting a response,

"Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

"Hah...like how you spent the whole weekend saving your department's ass?"

Your stare at the shirt millimetres from your face, not trying to be mean with your comment, but a pang of guilt hits you as you realise what you said. You open your mouth again to apologise, but he speaks nonchalantly, knowing you don't mean offence

"Yea hahah, guess you're not wrong. But what matters is in how we try to treat ourselves better, right?"

You lift your head to look up at him, finding his tired lidded eyes staring back. He brushes his thumb gently under your eye, wiping the water streams away.

"We can't be perfect in what we do, or even try to feel perfect about it...Let's forget all that and try our best?"

He knows his words don't exactly make sense, and it maybe wouldn't to others too. You recall his way of doing his best, in supporting his co-workers even if it meant overworking himself, or taking care of the house despite his tiredness when he knows you're going through a rough period too.

But he also tries his best in forgiving himself when he can't do it all, in asking for your help when he really needs it, and in taking the time to heal in your embrace when you always give it.

He rolls over to face the window while still hugging you, directing you to do the same. The half-moon beams a soft glow onto your faces, and the silence of the night becomes clearer.

He's right, there's so much more outside your worries. You have him, and he has you, and there's a lot of life waiting beyond the noise inside your head.

You let out a deep exhale, one of relief this time, and allow his body heat to seep into you. You whisper a quiet 'thank you', your eyelids fluttering shut against his skin. The sounds of your breaths join in rhythm with his, silence and darkness finally falling.

I started writing this when I was in a pretty stressful period of my life, and now I'm not. If you're going through something similar, I hope you can take away the message that there are crests and dips in life, and we don't always have to feel or do fantastic, but like the fic mentions, "let's forget all that and try our best". Rest well!

#comfort #fluff #comfort fluff #good night #svt #seventeen #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #svt fluff #one shot #one shot fluff #bangchan x reader #skz #skzfluff #bangchanfluff

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eggielix · 2 years

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Bang Chan as your boyfriend

warnings: fluffy but with mentions of insecurities.

Bang Chan ↬

no but like, get me a Chan please.

This guy is a softie for you.

When going on dates, will hold doors open for you, carry bags for you whenever you're going shopping, and slides your chair back to you when you sit down.

Chan is always listening to you, he loves listening to your voice and stories about the entire day.

His heart will beat faster when you go to his studio and bring 3racha some food and drinks.

"You guys have to stay hydrated and need to eat."

'Oh my gosh, baby?!'

When promotions are starting and the comeback is there, he will have barely any time. But he will always make time for you. When he gets home, late at night, and sees that you're still awake, first, he will panic, because why you awake for so long. But when he notices that you were waiting for him, he can't help but blush and smile.

When you two have gotten ready for bed, this usually includes cuddling for 30 minutes and talking about Chan's day first, and then going to sleep.

When you two started dating first, Chan's sleeping schedule was awful, and it still is, but back then it was awful. When you were cuddling one time, Chan was laying on your chest, simply resting. Or so you thought. As you were watching the movie on the tv, Chan fell asleep, the sound of your heartbeat calmed him down and he just passed out. Taking a few pictures was guaranteed, of course. Since then, he loves resting on your chest and convinced you that your heartbeat helps him sleep better.

Chan is usually the one to call you "baby," or "love,". When you call him darling, his heartbeat will skyrocket.

When people make comments on your relationship in Chan's room, he will usually try to avoid them, but occasionally he will politely but kind of passive-aggressively tell them that your relationship isn't their business.

When he's upset, for whatever reason, he will usually try to hide this, and try not to make you upset.

'No, love, I'm fine. I promise.'

'Channie... please don't lie to me.'

Even though he tries to hide it, deep down he just wants you to take care of him. To take him in your arms and hold him. He hates crying in front of you, but if he does and you wipe his tears away, he will probably hold your hand that's cradling his face and smile.

'Thank you...' he whispers. 'I love you so much.'

When he cried enough, he wants to cuddle. Just cuddle. Only cuddles. Stroke his hair, play with his hair, scratch his scalp, this relaxes him so much.

He cannot pressure enough how much he loves you.

the first time he said I love you was during one of these moments. He was feeling insecure about his leadership since he'd been reading comments on Twitter. After some convincing, he told you what was going on, between tears and hiccups. Obviously, you raised your eyebrow.

'Chan, that's bullshit.' you told him. 'You aren't the worse leader! If anything, you're the best leader. Look at the guys, look at how you handled shit in the past. You need to stop looking at these comments. Nothing about it makes sense!'

'But y/n... what if they're-'

'No, no, they aren't right. Stop thinking in "what if". Stop thinking about those comments. You're the best leader. Stop doubting yourself. If you are doing your best, that's enough.' You brought your hand up to his face, wiping a tear away with your thumb. Chan sniffled, leaning into your hand and holding your hand so it wouldn't leave his face.

'Do you mean it?'

'Of course, I do, darling. Otherwise, I wouldn't be saying it.' Chan smiled, looking deeply into your eyes.

'I love you.' it was barely above a whisper, but you heard it. You could see his lips moving, forming the words. You smiled. 'I love you, y/n.'

'I love you too darling.'

'Thank you for being here with me.'

'I'll always be here.'

'Can I kiss you?' You giggled at the sudden request, his eyes wide and hopeful.

'Yes darling.' chan leaned forward and pressed your lips together. You could taste the saltiness of the tears on his lips, his cheeks still wet with tears. You wiped the tears away as you kissed him.

'I love you so much. I love you...'

Whenever YOU are feeling insecure he'll raise an eyebrow and be like. ?? why??

When you tell him about your insecurities, if it's something from your personality, something from your looks, he'll always reassure you that there is no need to feel insecure.

'Baby, you look gorgeous. Look at yourself!' if it's about your looks, he'll drag you to the mirror and wrap his arms around you. 'You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life.' He'll pout at you and look at you through the mirror. 'Please don't say bad things about yourself.' And he'll kiss your cheek.

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[ I'll make this more organized when I do the other members I'm so sorry <3

#idol!chan #boyfriend!bangchan #bangchan #chan #bangchanimagine #bangchanfluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #skz #skzfluff #stray kids fluff #straykidsimagine #skzimagine #stay #bang chan as your boyfriend

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 1 year

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Gamer Sweets| Lee Felix

Summary: spending free moments with your bf while it rains outside

Warnings: none. Absolute fluff

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The soft patter of rain on the roof was a sweet humming in the background of your apartment. The little bit of sun poked through your curtains with all it's might as the afternoon heat began to die down. You had settled inside for the day as the storm blew over, leaving small trails of it's presence behind.

Beside you was Felix, tapping away at his computer to quickly complete the mission he was on. The clicking of the mouse followed in suit to most of his movements. Little sounds escapes his mouth as he sits on the edge of his gaming chair, eyes concentrating intently on the screen.

Sometimes you would glance up from your project to watch the intense moments, waiting to see if he failed or succeeded. If he lost, you would giggle and throw a joke his way. When he won, he would have a proud smirk across his lips as he stuck his tongue out. Regardless of the outcome, you interacted with each other occasionally and it settled a comforting mood.

When your project was finished, you cleaned it all and put it away for a new task. Deciding you wished to stay beside Felix anyway, you grabbed out a few nail polish colors and items to decorate with. A red, white, black and peach polish was perfect to make a Mario Mushroom nail art. Seeing as you had previously convinced your boyfriend he wouldn't be able to beat your old record on Mario, you believed game nails would be fitting.

"You have it easy," you comment, not looking his way as you swiped the white brush over a nail. "I had to play on a physical console to beat that level. Computer games are simplified."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile. "Easier? I highly doubt it. What did you play it on, the WII?"

"I'll have you know I was the master of the WII growing up. Game Cube too," you defended.

Felix came to a pause on the game, using the chance to swivel the chair around to face you. "A Game Cube? Really? Do you know how many years ago that was?"

You shrugged. "You can't beat old systems, babe. Retro is gold."

You both continued to tease back and forth before going into comfortable silence again. A couple more strokes of the nail brushes before you brought them to your lips, blowing gently to speed up the drying process. Your eyes would drift to his screen to check his progress, smiling softly to yourself as you took in this moment.

The rain gave you an excuse to stay inside and enjoy time together. It was rare the both of you had time to even spare, so you had to soak in each moment when you could. Felix was given a break after his North American tour, but most of it you were unable to spend with him. Your life never seemed to match up with his.

After delicately taking a dotting tool to dot the black eyes on your middle finger, you proudly proclaimed, "there!"

Felix pulls his headset completely off when he heard you speak again. "Lemme see!"

You stood up, nails high in the air to keep them from touching anything accidentally. Hands fanned out, you watch as he reached to delicately hold your hands by the back, careful of the wet polish. "They are mushrooms!"

He laughs when he recognizes the design. "These look amazing, darling. You did a good job." Taking your arms, he gently places them over his shoulder as he sits back in his seat. He then guides you by your waist to sit on his lap, wrapping both arms around you.

You cross your hands behind him, nails still pointed upwards. "I think they turned out pretty well," you say smugly.

Felix smiles brightly, eyes glimmering with adoration. "Wouldn't have expected any less from my love," he whispers softly. He exaggeratedly puckers his lips, creating a light clicking sound. "Gimme kiss."

You shook your head defiantly. "No. I don't kiss losers. You still haven't passed this level."

His brows furrow and he continues to move his lips expectantly. "Gimme kiss!" He urges, pulling you closer.

"No!" You giggle, trying to pull back as you came closer to his face. "No kiss!"

"Gimme!" He yells, matching your energy, eyes lightened and happy.

You caved, immediately placing your lips upon his in a quick peck. "There."

Felix's smile widened as he gazed up at you. "Thank you," he says, voice in his cute tone you never could resist. That's how he knew to continue his request, because you couldn't say no for very long anyway.

#leefelix #felixlee #skzfluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #fanfiction #romance #fanfic #kpop #fluff #stray kids fluff #felix fluff #lee felix imagine #lee felix fluff #felix #stray kids imagine #felix imagines #skz reactions

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bbgnyx · 4 months

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bbgnyx's taglist~ strictly 18+

Reply to this post or drop an ask in my inbox if you wish to be added to the taglist and be notified when new work is released!

I will only be tagging blogs with age and blogs without them will receive a message asking for their age, if you don't reply I will not be adding you

By adding yourself, you confirm that you are 18+ and consent to being tagged in mature/NSFW content.

Also if I suspect you are a minor I will be removing you and blocking you for obvious reasons, do not take it personally, this is being done for both parties' welfare

If I am not able to tag you, I will simply type your name, and check your settings so I can tag you

If you would like to be removed at any time, do message me about it

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skzeuphoria-blog · 11 months

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send requests/submissions!

guys!! please send me short fics/situations to write 😩😫

#skz #smut #skzsmut #straykidssmut #skzfluff #fluff #straykidsfluff #fanfiction #straykids #straykidsfanfiction #straykidsfanfic #skzfanfic #skzfanfiction #requests open #requests #smuttrequests #smut talk

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jihyosangelbby111 · 2 years

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꒰ა How I feel about Stray Kids Han ໒꒱ - Random thoughts and a bit of smut/fluff

Ok so Chan is my bias in SKZ, and also my ult. And I think Chan is super hot, but Han is just something special to me. (Han is my 2nd bias btw).

Firslty, Han is the most handsome man in Kpop that I have ever layed my eyes upon - in my own opinion! His face is quite literally perfection. Specifically his bare face, which for me is such a manly? sight :(( Its literally so pure and wonderful. I could look at bare face Han all day. He has a strong jawline which gives his face a sharp kind of look but then again he has rounded cheeks that gives him a sort of cute look at the same time. His nose is perfectly shaped, and I absolutely love how it sort of flattens a bit when he smiles or laughs. His eyes are hooded, which I love. Like he's able to do both siren eyes and doe eyes and look so good each time.

Both sub and dom energy. And I find both so hot. I love a switch. Han as a dom would be super cocky and confident. His masculine side is something so prominent to me no matter what, even when he acts cute kind of, I still see how masculine he is which is such a turn on. So when he is in dom space it would be even more visible. He would be thrusting into you with an amazing pace that he's of course very proud of, feeling even more confidence as you moan and quiver underneath him. He'd probably tease you for how small you are under him with his words until you reach your high. "You like that pretty girl? Feels good? Aww you about to cum for me? What a pretty girl. Thats it baby, cum for me". Sub jisung would have the biggest obessesion with your breasts, wanting to suck gently on them forever. Of course calling you his "mommy" sweetly. Such a good boy for you.

So, so, so talented. No words needed. He's just the definition of an ACE and that makes him all the more attractive.

Cute :((. He's literally so so cute. But not in a baby kind of way. He's just seems like such a sweetheart. The way he gets shocked at small things, stores food in his mouth, his adorable smile...I want him all to myself :(( I know I said I don't see him as cute in a baby-ish kind of way but honestly, I love his aeygo, its honeslty cute for me. I can watch it without cringing loll

Overal just an adorable cute that I absoultely love.

#skz #straykids #straykidshan #hanjisung #smut #fluff #skzfluff #han skz #skzhan #skzjisung

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kittenstay · 2 years

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For The Pack

Contains Mature content!

Tags: stray kids, skz, skzsmut, skzfluff, skzangst, OT8, omega alpha betta, pack mentality

Chapter 1. Give more

You woke up that morning feeling pretty good for once. The boys had decided to play games last night so you snuck off to bed early. It was weird waking up just you. You hadn't slept in your own room in so long the smell of ginger lemon and lavender was almost to much. Once you finally dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed you made your way downstairs. "Good morning." a husky voice said from behind you in the hall. You knew instantly who it was. His tone, his scent, his everything sent shivers through you like waves crashing into a calm beach. Chan. Your alpha. He was drying his hair from his morning shower standing in nothing but his sweatpants when you turned around. "how'd you sleep angel?" he cooed his scent hitting you like a ton of bricks as you inhaled through your nose. The smell of rain and pine was intoxicating. You finally spoke smiling "I slept great." He walked up as he cupped his hand into your cheek his lip bottom lip between his teeth. "Better than you sleep next to me?" He chuckled as the words spilled from his lips "well i don't wake up being poked in the back when i sleep alone." you said sliding his hand from your jaw before turning back to walk down the stairs leaving him in a state of shock at your last comment. You loved to tease him. When your feet hit the floor of the bottom level heads turned to see who had finally made it down from their rooms. Minho in the kitchen. Jisung at the table. Felix and hyunjin sitting comfortably on the couch. "Morning noona." Jisung your favorite of the bettas spoke his dorky smile on his lips. You waved walking up leaning on the island in the kitchen "what ya making?" you asked minho to which you got no answer just a huff of irritation. Minho was the quietest of all of you alphas but had the worst temper. "I think he's making pancakes noona." Felix cooed suddenly behind you nuzzling his nose into your neck. You could feel a knot in your stomach as he inhaled taking in your scent. Eventually you reached up stroking his beautiful blonde hair as a smile crept to your lips. "Well good morning to you to sweet boy." he whimpered at the nickname as you nuzzled your nose to his hair taking in his sweet smell. Oranges, vanilla and honey. He made you weak in the knees. All of the omegas did but felix had found a special place in your heart. You gripped the counter hearing your wolf call out in you.

Give More!

You swallowed harshly feeling like someone just shoved an red hot iron down throat. Felix let go feeling your shift as he backed up leaving a gap between you both as hyunjin felt it to. You watched him jump up from the couch grabbing hold of Felix's hand. Minho turned looking at you turning off the stove before walking up touching your face, you were hot to the touch. "What day is it?" he asked sharply as jisung fumbled his phone before answering. "The 19th." You gritted your teeth before biting into your cheek as you got up in a hurry pulling out of minho's grasp almost running back to your room. No...no...NO! It was coming for you. You could feel it now. THEY could feel it. As you slammed the door you slid down your butt hitting the floor leaning your head back thumping your head against the door only uttering two words. "my rut."

#stray kids smut #bang chan smut #lee felix smut #hwang hyunjin smut #jeongin smut #lee know smut #hyunjin smut #seungmin smut #straykids fanfic

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 2 years

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BIRTHDAY SEX - BANGCHAN

Bangchan soft dom x reader

Genre: smut BDSM WARNING

Word count: 3 k

Sum: you and chan haven't had alone time in a while so needless to say chan is eager to celebrate his birthday with you

SMUT ALERT🚨

Warnings: BDSM Rope Play, Ice play, unprotected sex, oral female/male receiving, face ridingas well as other nasty thing my brain made up. If you are under 18 please do not go any further. THANK YOU

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“Okay, boys…. I’ll catch you later” Chan was leaving early today from work. He had big plans for his birthday tonight.

“Bye, Hyung,” the boys said in sync.

“Oh, Hyung,” Han turned around.

“Yeah,” Chan stopped to listen.

“Happy birthday” Han smiled

“Thank you” Chan picked up his backpack and opened the door. Chan waited until he closed the door behind him. The grin on his face was massive. He had a todo list running through his head.

It had been four weeks since Chan got to see you, he was super busy with touring, and a new album was about to drop.

Over the past couple of months, he felt horrible for not seeing you as much as he should have. You were so understanding of his career and life. That’s what he loved about you.

Y/N

“Hi, baby…. I’m excited for tonight.”

Chan

“Not as excited as I am.”

It was true Chan was over the moon to spend time with you. He was over wanking to photos of you while touring and working late on songs.

When you first got together, Chan was hesitant to tell you about his secret love for BDSM. However, the more he got to know you, the more he trusted you.

He knew you didn’t understand what this meant, but you said you were willing to try for him.

Well, it’s been three years, and although recently all you have had time for sex-wise is quick vanilla sex, tonight Chan had plans.

He usually rents a BDSM hotel when you too decide to play. He was on his way there right now to set up.

Chan

“What time will you get here” he attached a picture of the room all set up.

Y/N

“I’m leaving now” you wear wearing a trench coat under was a little black dress and lingerie.

Chan

“Picture” he was getting impatient.

You, on the other hand, liked it when he got mad. You enjoyed being cheeky.

Y/N

“You can wait.”

Chan

“Hey, the picture now…. or else.”

Y/N

“Hey…. you can wait.”

Chan was sitting in the room thinking how she could be so disobedient. His blood was starting to rise “brat,” he whispered as he threw his phone on the bed.

He grabbed out his restraints. He wasn’t originally going to use them; however, with your behavior today, he is pulling them out.

He was pacing the room progressively getting angrier the more he waited for you “where is she” he was getting impatient. It was you who was supposed to be here waiting for him.

Finally, you get there at reception “Mrs bang…welcome” the lady smiled

“Hi….” You checked in your bag.

“Mr bang is in room 101,” she said, giving you a room key.

You knew that Chan is maybe a little angry at how long it took you to get here. He looked at you with such lust in his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late,” you smile.

“Take off the coat “he had a very firm tone You knew he was not playing around.

You take your coat off, revealing your little dress. He walks up to you and grabs your chin “don’t you ever disobey me again” he planted a hard kiss on your lips he pulled away, and you chased the kiss, longing for more.

“I’m sorry,” you said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to the bed.

“Strip” he was looking you up and down.

You stand in front of him and start to pull the straps down slowly. Chan starts to rub his hands up your thigh. He does not break eye contact with you. You shimmy out of the dress, exposing your lingerie.

“All of it,” he insisted

He licked his lips. “Turn around” he traces his fingers up your arms. It sends shivers down your spine “I own you, remember that” he whispers as he moves your hair to the side to reveal your neck.

Over the top of your head, you see a blindfold coming down. You get a grin with excitement. He lifts you, and you wrap your legs around him. He places you on the bed. He lifts his body. You unwrap your legs from around his waist.

You can hear the sound of him buckling his belt.

You feel a dip in the bed. Suddenly you feel Chan on top of you “stay still,” he says as he pulls your arm up. You felt him restrain your wrists. He kissed you as he tied you down “good girl,” he pulled away.

He moved down to your legs, tying them to the bed. He got off the bed, and you could hear him playing with something.

Suddenly you jolt “what is that,” you said, shocked.

“Ice,” he said with his mouth full.

He traced the ice cube down your stomach. He then kisses over your exposed clit. You move due to the cold.

Your breath sharply in due to shock. “You like that,” he says, taking the ice out of his mouth and resting it on your belly.

You nod your head and bite your lower lip. Once more, he places the ice cube in his mouth, swirling it around your nipples. You arch your back as high as possible, shoving your breast further into his mouth.

“You kept me waiting,” he says as he pulls away from your breast, “you think that’s going to go unpunished?” You could tell he was smirking.

He took the blindfold off your face; there he was holding that dreaded flogger. “I thought I threw that out,” you whispered to yourself.

“I heard that…. which reminds me I have to punish you for that as well” he lightly flogs his hand you cringe at the slapping sound.

He rubs the flogger over your nipples “now tell me what we will never do again?”

“Disobey master,” you roll your eyes. Sometimes the more you disobey him, the more fun sex gets.

“Listen to me” he was now holding your face to look at him.

You gulp his Is inches away from your face.

“What are we not doing again?” He gave you a sadistic smile.

“Disobey master,” you said right before he gave you a soft kiss.

“That’s my good girl,” he smiled as he pulled away.

Honestly, this side of Chan was sexy. When you were in the dorms, he would pamper you. You would not have to lift a finger if he was around. He treated you like a Queen. Whatever you need, he will get it for you. The fact he could turn into this dominant man just made you so turned on. None of the other boys know that this is what you guys do in your spare time.

He runs the flogger down to your stomach. You feel the pleasure of sting as he flogs you.

“You okay with that” he checks in. The whole idea of BDSM play is both the Dom and sub enjoy the play.

“Yes, Mr bang,” you bite your bottom lip as he moves the flogger to your nipples. Snacking them as well, you try to rub your legs together as the pain sends shivers down your spine.

You felt the bed dip and his finger run up your legs from the inside of your thigh to your ankles, where he had you shackled to the bed frame.

“Let’s get these off you…. I need you to be able to move for this one” he licked his lips. You got your legs free and started to giggle as he went back into his bag.

“Someone is excited,” he laughed as he pulled out one of your favorite toys, it was just a simple vibrator, but the way chan used it was just the best feeling.

“Such a shame I won’t be using that tonight” he laughed even more, when you gave him a slight push with your newly freed foot.

“Hey….. behave,” he said, growling at you after you poked your tongue out at him. You laugh, and just like that, chan is hovering over the top of you and says, “you're laughing now….but I bet you won’t be laughing later when your begging to cum and I say no”

You immediately stop laughing “yes, sir,” you look into his eyes as he slowly crawls back down to the lower half of your body.

He starts at the top of your foot, kissing his way down to your calf. “I will kiss every inch of this body” he starts to kiss your inner thigh. He knew this was your favorite part about him his ability to make you squirm at a single kiss.

You can feel his breath hitting your core “you are mine,” he growls as he goes in like a hungry wild animal sucking your clit and using his tongue to lick in between your folds.

“I am yours,” you moan. You liked how possessive he became over you. You wanted to be owned by him.

“You belong to me,” he smirked as he placed both his hands under your bum to lift you up, opening you wider, making it easier for him to stick his tongue deeper into your core.

“Please, sir, I want to cum” chan was big on asking permission.

He stops immediately “see, not laughing now are we” he chuckled as he let go and crawled up your body.

Placing kisses on your stomach and breast on his way up, “No cumming till I say,” he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your leg around his hips to try and pull his body closer. He grabbed your waste and pushed your hips into the bed.

“Let go,” he commanded, you unwrapped your legs, and he lifted his body, so he was kneeling in between your legs.

“Welcome to your punishment,” he smiled. He would take everything you enjoyed doing away from your orgasms were the first, second was. You loved to undress him any chance you got.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt “if you're a good girl….I might uncuff you” he takes his t-shirt and shows it onto the floor. He’s again hovering over your body, one hand next to your face, the other spreading your legs further apart.

“I’ll be good. I promise,” all you want to do is touch him. That’s the third plusher he is taking away.

He grabs the vibrating wand and turns it on. He always loved to get you nice and aroused before he fucked you. He smiled and pressed the wound down onto your already throbbing clit, making you arch your chest into his.

After a few more pushes, you were ready to realise “please” you were out of breath at this point. Again he immediately stopped and turned off the wound.

“Not yet….you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he says, brushing the hair out of your face. He reaches up and unbuckles the cuffs. Your hands fall onto the bed.

“Would you like to take master's pants off” you nod and leant in to place a kiss of gratitude on his soft, plump lips.

He crawls off the back of the bed and stands up “crawl to me,” he commands you to crawl to him slowly. He reaches up to hold onto the top bar of the bed. You kneel before him, gradually rubbing his hard cock through his pants. He growls before kissing you again.

You unbuttoned his pants, and they fell to the floor. You pulled away from his kiss “may I” you smiled he nodded. Again on all fours, you start to lick up and down the shaft of his penis through his underwear. This being the first time you’ve done this, you look to your master for praise.

He pulls you up by your hair “you are so good to me, baby girl” that was the Praise you were hoping for. With your hands now free to roam, you stick one down his pants stroking his big fat cock.

His grip on the bar tightens as he tries to hold himself up “please, I want you to fuck me,” you say in between sloppy kissing.

He shoves you onto the bed. You bounce a little giggle due to the excitement. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, alright” as he rips off his underwear. he lines himself up with your entrance and thrust in. “Yes, yes, YES” you yell in pleasure. He chuckled again. He pumps into you with such force the bed starts to move. The more he thrusts, the deeper he gets making you arch your back. He grunts at the sight of your pleasure.

“I want you to scream my name,” he whispered into your ear.

“CHRIS, PLEASE” you yell. He grunts

“Louder so the receptionist can hear you” you could see the veins in his neck start to pop out.

“CHRIS, PLEASE DONT STOP” you scream, scratching his back. You grab onto his ass to help push him in deeper.

“That’s it, baby….Cumm for me,” he growls. You start to grind your hips as he thrusts into you. He licks his fingers and rubs your throbbing clit sending you into your climax.

Your whole body shakes. Once you come down from your first high of the night, you lean up, and chan kisses you pulling himself out of you.

“I want you to ride me,” he says, lying down. You were more than happy to.

You straddle him and start to grind on his cock. You fix your hair to the side, then rest your hands on his pecks for support. He grabs your waste to help you grind the way he likes. He bites his lower lip, then he removes his hands from your hip and grabs your wrist, causing you to lay flat on his chest. With one hand, he holds both your wrist, and with the other, he slides you hair back to the side.

“Stay still,” he commands. He starts to thrust his body up hard and fast then you feel his free hand slide under and stimulate your clit, causing you to moan into his chest.

It wasn't long before you reached your second climax of the night. Chan knew you loved overstimulation. You could cumm multiple times a night and still want more.

“My horny little cum Slut” he says as you jolt on top of him, your arousal dripping from your pussy.

“Only for you” you are entirely out of breath. At this point, you just collapse into his chest.

“Get up. I’m not finished with you yet.” You roll off him as he finds the rope he had on the side table.

“Get on all fours” he points to the spot he wants you.

You are on all fours facing him “turn around,” he snarls. He grabs your wrist, and you fall into the bed, your ass still in the air. He ties your hands behind your back “spread” he snacks your ass hard. You can feel the sting.

“Yes, sir,” you moan in pain as you spread your legs for him.

“That’s it,” he says as his hand slaps your ass again.

He thrust into you. This passion gave him the best angle to your G-spot. He pumps in at a steady pace. He uses his hand to push your body down so your back is nice and arched.

You can always tell when chan is about to cum, he goes quiet, the praise stops, he grunts loud.

His thrust starts to get sloppy “come on, baby girl,” he grunts. “I’m gonna cum”

He pulls out, and you feel this warm feeling hit your back. “ good girl,” he says as he takes heavy breaths, he slowly unties you, and you rub your wrists.

“Baby girl did I tie them too tight,” he said, turning you around.

“No, master,” you smile. You go to get off the bed, thinking it was over.

“Where do you think you are going” he grabs your wrist super tight.

“Sorry, I was going to clean up,” you smiled.

“But you haven’t sat on my face yet” he grinned

Chan loved to watch you cum. It was his biggest kink the fact he could make you cum multiple times a night gave him such a hard-on.

He laid down on the bed and singled you to sit on his chest. “Channie you don’t have to” you wanted him to know you were satisfied.

“Get on,” he said, giving you the look of you better behave or else. So you did ask he asked you sat on his chest, his grin large, he grabbed your ass cheeks and pushed you forward you now hover over his face.

“Sit,” he says. You are hesitant.

“I said to sit” he pushes you down onto his face. He’s eating your pussy like a god. You use one hand to steady yourself on the bed frame and pull at his hair lightly.

He grunts. You lift yourself lightly “are you okay… am I hurting you” you are concerned

“I’m fine… pull my hair again. It feels good,” he said as he pulled you back down. You continued to pull his hair, the vibration of his humm on your clit sent into your third and strongest organism of the night.

“I’m cuuming…I’m cumming.. I’m cumming” chan helped you ride out your orgasm.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, and you hoped off him to grab a towel. He sat on the edge of the bed as you wiped his face after he pulled you in by the back of your neck and kissed you.

“I got you a present,” you said, breaking the kiss.

“What…really….you didn’t have to,” he said with tears in his eyes. It was rare for chan to get gifts. He was usually the one giving them.

You pulled out a really expensive gold watch “baby..you honestly didn’t have to,” he said, cupping your face.

“I wanted to,” you grinned, kissing him.

“Put out your wrist”you said excited, he stuck his wrist out and kneeled to put it on him.

“Perfect,” you said as you looked up.

He softly kissed you once more, “come cuddle with me,” he said as he pulled you into a hug lying down on the bed, he spooned you as he kissed your neck.

“You are the love of my life Y/N,” a tear falling from his eye

“As you are mine, I belong to you,” you whisper back as you kiss him.

TAGLIST

@bellamuerte1987 @nightrayseishina @shellyyy177 @daceydeath

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thedeluluverse · 9 months

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Dropping in roughly 3.5 hours!

TEASER

Summary: Being together for 2 years, there is no limit to how well you know each other. So why do you still try to hide?

Pairing: softDom!Minho x subbyJYPstaffF!reader.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, coworker romance

Word Count: 3,861 (full fic)/ 444(teaser)

Warnings: none for the teaser, but they'll be attached for the full fic :)

15 minutes later, your boyfriend is pulled into your driveway and leans against the car waiting for you, not wanting to rush you but letting you know he is there. The second you step past your door, he runs up to you and captures you in the most comforting hug that might've ever existed. This causes you to cry more, and his only response is to softly rub your back, occasionally pecking your temple and forehead with kisses and soothingly whispering, "There there, y/n, I'm here. It's going to be okay, that's it. Let it out.". After about 9 minutes, he wipes away the tears for you, kisses their faint trails, and leads you hand in hand to his car. As he starts driving, you have no idea what he has planned, and frankly, it couldn't matter less; you are feeling better just being in his company.

He notices you just taking everything in and places a gentle hand on the small of your back to catch your attention, "Let's get this started, shall we? Don't worry, I pulled a few strings, and we have the place to ourselves.". Returning to reality, you look at him with wide eyes, "Wait….did you rent out a whole ass spa just because my parents were jerks??? This is too much; I'll be okay, I swear!". He calmly places a finger over your lips, looking into your eyes. "Nothing is too much for my baby girl, you need to wind down anyway, and I just had an excuse to pull something like this off. Now… go enjoy my love."

TO BE CONTINUED....

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pinklemonadeflav · 10 months

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Stray Kids Masterlist

☁︎=fluff ℳ=mature/smut ✂︎=angst

Blog note: I don't name the love interest in some of my fics to keep it open for more people to enjoy, but I usually do have someone in mind when I write them, hence the kpop persona-coding/tags.

Check out the general fic masterlist (not sorted by fandom)

Bangchan

Noise ✂︎ ☁︎

gn!reader x bf, stress & comfort "Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

Moving ✂︎ ☁︎

gn!reader x bf, stress & comfort You're a few weeks away from a starting a new chapter in your life alone, and Chan comes home to find you in an anxious and stressed state.

#skz #stray kids #skzmasterlist #skzfluff #bangchan x reader

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asterrrific · 1 year

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I wanna make skz imagines about Felix omg i just had an idea but idk if i should do it nskfnkdjck

#skz #skzfluff #skxfelix #skzimagines

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jyunshiim · 3 years

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Daisies & Clementine’s *✬★*’☽* ✬ ⤷Han X Reader

Genre → fluff | friends to lovers | childhood friends to lovers |

Contains → fluff

Listen to → playlist I was inspired by

Word count → 7K (7749)

TW → none

Summary: You and Jisung have been childhood companions for many years. Growing up was a breeze for you both, sharing a lot and being there for each other when each other were in need. Jisung asked you one day if you were allowed to spend a month holiday on Jeju Island with him and his family. A simple holiday, yet held great value.

The saying goes, that there is one person in the world that is meant for you: a soulmate. Although some soulmates aren’t so easy to find, hidden in the depths of the shadows of your life almost hidden until the last moments of your life. Unfortunately, it does happen but what is more common are soulmates that don’t even know it yet. Only until you feel like you’ve lost them or that they might not return what you have for them until something ever so specific happens.

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The stars were glittering in the ebony abyss above you and your best friend Jisung. Jisung had always been your friend ever since that one time in school where you were mocked for not understanding a mathematics question and he helped you and became your tutor ever since. You weren’t the best with number and often struggled with understanding mathematical concepts but Jisung was there for you and took his precious time to study with you, day in day out. Without fail, his warm grin always consoled you as if he was indirectly telling you “it’s okay, I’m here for you”. You knew he’d be your home and your comfort even if you both went your separate ways and found love one day. You were both 16 at the time when he used to tutor you and by the time you both turned 18 and were making crucial life choices, you made choices you were 100% sure with. You didn’t want to leave Jisung behind and going to the same local university in your city was the only thing you could do to stay with him. Your parents didn’t like the idea of you pursuing a career in arts, particularly anything to do with literature and writing. It was deemed ‘useless’ in their eyes, so lacklustre of you. They were certain you weren’t getting anywhere with a degree in literature, but you loved writing; it was your form of expression. Jisung supported it all the way through. He chose to do music composition and production which he was outstanding at. You vividly remember during your summer break he wrote a song about the pair of you going to the convenience store and made it sound so mesmeric. Your best friend Jisung. What would you do without a friend like him?

***

The biting cold making icicles at the tip your fingertips, the tip of your nose as crimson as sweet cranberries, your knee bouncing up and down trying to warm you up. “what’s taking him so long?” you say to yourself as you stand up although during that moment, you see a chestnut brown-haired boy bolting down the streets, his fleece long jacket flailing in the polar winds, the hood of his hoodie falling off his head. Your face lights up – as always- when you saw his panicked face bolting through crowds of people who too were shopping. It was so endearing how he ran, a half jog half run. You laugh to yourself gripping the heat packs in your pocket until he arrived in front of you his hands, knuckles tinted light carmine, resting on your shoulders panting for breath.

“where were you?” your hands searching your pockets for the heat packs you had and holding it against his face, Jisung sniffling because of the cold weather. “I-I was trying…trying to buy something and the-” he struggles to speak as he holds his chest. “hey Jisung stop talking, let’s get you warm,” you hold his hand, a heat pack between your palm and his; fingers interlocking to keep it in place. It made him feel warm inside and out, a smile appearing on his face as he looked down, his brown wavy hair flopping down. The café had a homely feel, ever so reminiscent. You never knew why; possibly the rustic feel to it the lower ceilings and roof supports with warm fairy lights coiled around them. The counter was made out of a light wood, oak perhaps. You weren’t too keen on identifying trees. “You sit here okay, and I’ll be back with our drinks okay Han?” only you were allowed to call him by his surname although he claimed it as his nickname. He nodded, smiled sweetly and sat cosied up in an arm chair. “Do you want me to hold your bag for you?” he grabbed your arm before you left and you turned around. “oh yeah sure! That’d be great thank you,” you take your bag off your shoulder and he grabs the bag into hands and places it in his lap.

Jisung loved bitter coffee paired with a sweet dessert. The pure happiness he would endure simply from a strawberry cheesecake and any type of Americano coffee, hot or cold. It was different to you; you loved sweet drinks and savory-ish snacks (although a cheesecake was always so delightful when you were with Jisung). Jisung’s eye would sparkle, like he was holding the entire universe, whenever he saw something, he loved. Damn you for being so blind, his love for cheesecake was godly. Jisung warmed up, the condensation on the window making it fog up so he drew a smiley face. He was happy. You walk over with your tray and he immediately got up to take the tray out of your hands and place it down himself. “you never disappoint me,” he gasps at the creamy cake and the piping hot coffee. “I’m your best friend I will never forget until the day I die!” you pledge to him before sitting down giggling at his endearing reaction to such a simple food. You tear a bit of your croissant and place it in your mouth letting the subtle sweetness and savoury enthral you. The combination with your caramel macchiato, the combination of flavours combining and comforting you. Jisung introduced you to the caramel macchiato and croissant combination and ever since you got that every single time. “how are you feeling now Han?” you ask him, whilst leaning on your hand and tilting your head at him. He gazes into your eyes and smiles endearingly, “a lot better now, I was trying to get your birthday present, and I got held up! I am sorry about that,” he apologises. “what! You didn’t have to what the hell!” you lean over the table and slap his shoulder gently. “hey it is MY duty to take care of you until someone decides to sweep you off your feet,” he tuts, “they better treat your right!” he warns you for your future relationships. You nod and agree with what he says, “well my bestie Hannie will be there for me and likewise I will be there for you too!” you rub a tiny spec of cheesecake from the corner of his mouth, “a child, that’s what you are,” you joke with him.

You were disrupted by a strong gust of wind that collided with the glass where Jisung drew his smiley face and droplets of rain appears dragging down the window. The pattering of the raindrops where almost rhythmic, like the universe was performing for you. In fact, you loved the rain a lot that you wished to have your first kiss in the rain – it was cliché and cheesy – but Jisung always listened to your dreams and desires and what you wished for. The rain was comforting, like the clouds were telling you it was okay to be sad and to cry now and then. You were full of content in this given moment; a warm coffee between your palms, the icicles melting off and the colour in your frostbitten hands appearing. “do you want to try some?” Jisung scoops a spoonful of cheesecake and hovers over the table holding it in front of you. It was endearing, he always shared everything he had and of course you did the same. “of course?” you take the spoon from him and taste the cheesecake. The sweetness infiltrating your system as soon as it touched your tastebuds. “wow this place does really good cheesecakes, perhaps I’ll have to come here more often!” you smile at him. The bellicose rain thrashed against the window now, the winds were stronger, but you had to leave to get home although you needed to take a 30-minute bus journey back home and the weather was abysmal! “you are in no way going home in this weather!” Jisung tutted, “luckily, I do live literally around the corner,” he was definitely inviting you over, he was very clingy! “I can just go home; the bus comes in like-” you check your phone. 45 minutes. “never mind I will gladly take your considerate offer,” you laugh. “ah these buses aren’t the best now are they, let’s go now before there are too many people on the streets!” he stands up fixing his little jacket and handing back your bag. “unless you want me to hold it,” he offers. He was so selfless and sweet. “you’re not my boyfriend so why would you! It’s okay, I can take it back,” you play around.

***

You thank the baristas before Jisung pushes the glass door open for you and lets you go first. “I don’t have a hood!” you squeal before putting your hands above your head but Jisung was on his feet to the rescue, holding out his jacket and covering you with it. “let’s run to the convenience store alright! In 3, 2, 1-” you clutched onto his jacket covering you and bolted with his laughing at the playful noises he made before sheltering at the convenience store. You looked around the store for a few things to snack on. “I’ll pay so get whatever you like since you paid for my coffee,” he holds the basket. “shut up, you bought me a birthday present when I didn’t want you to!” you tut at him, “god what am I gonna do with you?” you scoff jokily. You see a pile of Clementine’s which you had to get because you loved them so much and it reminded you of the summers you used to drink fresh orange juice with Jisung near the river. You put them in the basket and Jisung looked confused; “oranges?” he looks at you with confusion. “I just really like oranges Jisung,” you smile. He took a mental note of that. After grabbing a few snacks, it was still raining, and he did the same thing again sheltering you with his own jacket and running to his house which was a minute or two away.

The door to his home creaked open, and the warmth hitting your face as quick as a train on tracks. The waft of freshly cooked rice drifts past your nose and it reminds you of all the times you and Jisung got stuck in the rain, just like this very occasion, and his mother made warm rice with a savoury soup. Jisung takes your jacket and takes it to his room to hang it up and comes back to the kitchen. “it’s raining bad so is it okay if-” Jisung gets cut off by his parents, “of course she can! Any time and if she needs to stay, we can accommodate her too!” His mother adored you, it was endearing. After your quick dinner with his parents, which his parents were more than happy to provide for you, you sat in Jisung’s bedroom. His room was as neat as it could be. When walking in, his bed was in the far-left corner pointing towards the large window, to the right of his room was his mic, computer and music equipment and next to that was his shelf with various different items like trophies and frames as well as the daisy chain he made for you. He also has his TV attached to the corner of his wall.

“oi why did you keep the daisy chain?” you asked him as he turned around, his hand on the remote to turn on the small TV in his room. “it’s pretty, isn’t it?” He gives a playful smile before jumping onto his bed and leaning against the headboard. “I never took you for such a sappy sentimental person,” you nudge him. “you learn something new every day,” he smiles before turning something on to keep you occupied. This was just comfort. Just you and your best friend of many years, spending quality time together. Your head lay on his dog plushie – which you gifted him so he would stop complaining he was lonely –your locks sprawling over it. Jisung glances over to you entranced by your own thoughts, a whole world inside your mind – he was intrigued as to what you were thinking. “hey, what are you thinking?” he sits up leaning down so he was in front of your face. It only came to your realisation he was laying next to you, face to face to get your attention. You sit up. “oh umm-“ you think fast, “the oranges!” you point at his desk at the clementine’s sat perfectly in the punnet it was in. You and Jisung spent an hour or so watching a show and talking about university and how you want to travel the world. He listened to you attentively to every word you said before his parents knocked and said that the rain storm had stopped and they can take you home. So shortly after, you gathered your belongings and Jisung followed you and his parents to the car. You forgot one thing, your hair tie that had a little rabbit charm on it; you had it ever since you were little and you forgot it at his house, at least it was Jisung though. Since then something changed in the air. A shift. Although only time will tell and expose what changed.

***

6:35 am your alarm blared through your bedroom, your head tucked under your grey and white sheets trying to accumulate warmth since you had to manually turn the heating on. You groaned tiresomely, your arm extending to find your phone, knocking it off the bedside table. You wanted to cuss it out because morning where NOT your forte. You sit up and grab your robe and draped it over your body and go to the bathroom to freshen up before getting ready for university. Jisung woke up at 8 because the campus was so near but you had to commute. You took your time doing your makeup and getting dressed, grabbing your bag and putting your notebook, laptop, stationary and your pouch in. You grab a jacket and your umbrella before promptly leaving at 7:57 am to catch the 8am bus to get to school. You managed to get to campus just before your lecture allowing you some time to get coffee to wake up a bit however… that plan did not seem very doable since the queue was incredibly long, so you gave up and went to the library to sit in your usual seat and wait for the lecture.

“hey!” you hear a whisper, and you ignore it thinking it was for someone else before you feel someone breathing on the back of your neck. Your instinct would be to slap the person but as you turn around with a fearful expression, you realise it’s Jisung with his starry eyes giving you that smile. “I got here early and got you your favourite,” he points at the seat you both sit at which was hidden behind a bookshelf. It was a large table where no one really sat since students preferred to work in groups. University life was different to high school. You had other friends which was nice; Sana did Biochem, so it was hard to get a hold of her, Chan was a sports and exercise student, and Seungmin studied nutrition. Jisung also had some friends from high school like Changbin who was doing the same course as you – literature- although he focused on the poetry section more, and Hyunjin who studied business and management. You did meet them often but of course you were closer to Jisung.

You saw the packaged croissant and the coffee on the table, and you thanked Jisung. He took his time to actually get you coffee before your lecture. “you have a couple minutes, at least you can drink it during the class!” he pats your shoulder. “don’t you have a lecture at 11am?” you ask him since that’s when yours finish. He nods. “I’ll be done by 2-ish? We can go and grab some lunch if you want?” he suggests. “how about we meet with Sana, Chan, Seungmin and Changbin for lunch?” you counter-suggest – if that is a word!-

“is Hyunjin busy?” Jisung asks a little confused. “Oh no he WAS the one who asked the other day and I replied to him now.” You smile so Jisung goes along with whatever you wanted to do.

You open your notebook to take some notes for your class and you see Changbin walking in and he sees you. Changbin was intimidating, at first glance, although he was sensitive and kind when you talk to him and get to know him better. “hey, I’m not late right?” he asks getting out his Ipad to take notes. You shake your head; “have you got your anthology yet?” Changbin asked you. You shake your head, you forgot about the anthology. “well that’s good because I saved you one,” he hands you the book of poetry. You were relieved, your degree relied on this book. “oh my god thank you!” You show your gratitude. “anything for a friend of Jisung’s and mine,” he smiles before turning back to face the front as the lecturer walks in and begins.

After class and meeting with your other friends for lunch, you all met at an Italian restaurant which was incredibly popular. It had been a while since you had a meal with all of them since classes took over your lives. “hey isn’t your birthday tomorrow?” Sana asks, her sweet smile brightening up the entire room. “Yeah it is wh-” but before you could say anything, she hands you a tiny pink bag. “I might have time so I got your gift today!” Sana was such an amazing friend. You thank her and open the bag and the small box inside to reveal an teddy keyring with your initials engraved on a small silver plaque looking keyring. “omg this is so cute thank you so much!”

“Now, open my one,” Jisung holds a blue bag with silver ribbon on the front. “now?” you ask him. “well yeah you opened Sana’s one?” so you opened the bag and it was in a slightly larger box; once you opened it a small gasp left your mouth and at that exact moment the food arrived. “what great timing I’m so hungry!” Changbin went in for the food and everyone else followed, conversing with each other and catching up, but you were still trying to process what he bought you. A silver necklace with a daisy charm and both of your initials on the back. “I’ll always be here for you, you know how that daisy chain is so sentimental to me, I hope this is too.” He leans in and quietly speaks. You were lost for words. You tried to splutter out a thank you, but he knew how thankful you were from your mere reaction.

The evening went as planned; you and your friends hung out after so long, work was intense but having a cheat day like this was indeed liberating. Jisung taps your shoulder gently as you wave Sana goodbye under a dimmed streetlight and the obscure night sky. It was hazy tonight; the cool fog making it hard to see anything ahead of you. Jisung stood next to you and you turned to him once Sana left. “are you thinking what I’m thinking Han?” you give a playful smile and rock back and forth on your tiptoes, “coffee and cake?” he asks as if he didn’t know that was your thing with him. “Of course!” you put your hands on his back and push him in the direction you wanted to go in; “over there!” you point. It was a night café situated along a remote street that was diverted away from main traffic. A large white sign lit up the dark street which directed you and Jisung to a well-lit night café that had a couple people inside enjoying their night with their friends or significant other. There were outdoor seats which weren’t occupied because of the drop in temperature but it would be nice to come here more often since the location was incredible. Jisung pushes the door open and lets you in first, following you and looking around for somewhere to sit. A circular table with two chairs in the farthest corner which was surrounded by bookshelves but renowned authors; Jisung chose to sit there and asked you to go and reserve that seat. “What are you doing?” your voice conveying disarray. “it’s on me tonight,” his smile appeared. That smile. Your heart did that thing again though you shook it off. It was nothing right? You sat yourself down, putting your purse on the table along with your phone; the books were intriguing you, there were many of them ranging from sonnets and poems to crime and mystery literature. You knew you weren’t much of a reader, but one did capture your attention. It was by an author called Ivan Turgenev, the book was called ‘First love and other stories’ – people writing about love was something you wish you could’ve done but you don’t know how love feels? The cover of the book was rough a cerise fabric-like texture, the title written in a gold on the spine of the book. Jisung comes over unexpectedly and leans over your shoulder eyeing at the hardback you seized. “what’s that? Love stories?” he pouts as you turn around in a panic, Jisung grabbing the book out of your hand, his fingertips grazing against your hand. If you had your Apple watch on right now, your heart rate would’ve been way too obvious. “O-Oh I was looking at the book shelf, they have so many well-known books and authors an-” your flustered ramble was interrupted by Jisung; “you want to read love stories, that’s understandable… it’s a good book I would recommend it,” he hands the book gently and points at the tray with the coffee cups filled to the top, the two cheesecake slices; one orange and the other strawberry. You gasp at the orange cheesecake – “oh my god they exist!” you sat down at the table, tucking the chair in. The aroma of the roasted coffee beans was intense although it made you feel comfort. You glance up at Jisung as he picks up the silver form and digs into the tip of the cheesecake, allowing there to be enough strawberry syrup and cheesecake. He holds it up to his mouth and notices you looking at him – with the most stupid look on your face, painted with adoration – so he held it out for you. “here, try it before I do,” his expressions were soft and gentle. “huh? Why, it’s yours?” you try to refuse. It didn’t work. “because-” he thinks for a second, “sharing is caring.” He fondly beams. You couldn’t deny it but he held the fork and you endured such sweetness swirling around, dancing on your tastebuds, the bitterness of your coffee counteracting with the dessert; it was utterly perfect. “nice?” he asks. “of course, as always!”

You didn’t realise at the time, but it was an analogy that you didn’t realise. The bitterness occurring in your life being stabilised by someone so sweet, attentive and ever so cherishing. It made sense.

You took a forkful of your orange cheesecake although it didn’t cater to your taste. “are you alright, do you not like it?” Jisung asks you. You shake your head, “ it tastes too artificial..” you hold the remaining cake on your fork and place it on the plate. It was disappointing, yes but Jisung swapped the ceramic plates with his. “here have mine, I’ll have this!” he takes whatever remained on the fork and takes a bigger chunk. You know what they say about sharing drinks, does it apply to forks? “O-oh thank you Han,” you smile softly, you couldn’t help but feel so warm inside. After spending some time at the café it was time to go home although Jisung insisted he would take you home safely first before he goes home. “no no, I can go myself,” you asserted. Jisung tutted and rolled his eyes playfully as he always does. “Why?” you ask waiting for a valid response. “Because it’ll take you even longer to get home!” you raise your voice a little louder but not too loud to bring attention. “well.. I’ve stayed over before..” he reminded you. Ah yes.. he did didn’t he. Your parents were okay with Jisung and already mentioned that if you dated him, it’d be best. God why did they think like that? “I’m joking, I’ll get a taxi and we can go together,” he thought. You nod agreeing with him.

A couple weeks pass and you were on call to Jisung whilst studying. It was really late, around 2am but your Film project wasn’t going to do itself. He kept company since he just never slept. “want me to come over to study with you?” he asks. You were shocked at the offer. “at 2am? Are you crazy!” your voice becomes a little harsh as you tried to stay quiet. “maybe we should look for campus accommodation or an apartment we can split the rent for!” he suggests. It wasn’t a horrible idea, there would be some leeway for you to do whatever you like. “I’ll see for next semester; we can get looking though!” although you didn’t realise, he meant move in together. You and Jisung met up later that day at the university library, your laptop with all your editing software open, editing your short film that you filmed of him. It was about how you romanticised life and how everything was symbolic for something; Jisung pointed at himself. “what do I symbolise,” he asks tilting his head taking in the moving image. You pause, what if your feelings have changed? You lied. “you’re my best friend of course,” you smile through the pain knowing he will never feel the same. His cheeks flare a rosy hue. Even such words made him happy. “hey,” he enquires, “are you free August 1st?” you think for a moment. “That’s a couple months away but I should be, I can make sure nothing happens that day, why?” You seemed so confused. “My family and I are going to Jeju for a visit and I was wondering if you wanted to come as well?”

Oh.

“That would be nice, I haven’t been there yet either,” you let out a quiet laughter. “please, it would be so nice to have you there too!” he leans into you a little and laying his head on the table and smiling. Stop smiling like that – you think. “maybe I’ll consider it if you weren’t acting like a child,” your nervousness was seeping through. “a child? Isn’t that just my ecstatic personality hm?”

You scoff and continue focusing on your editing, a deep feeling of resent brewing within – why did you film Jisung AND fall for him? Wasn’t falling in love with your best friend a crime in any friendship? You took a deep breath; if you ignore it, it will be fine.

You stare at your oyster-white ceiling, covered in plastic leaf vines along the ends of your room the window open ajar enough to let in the gelid night breeze in, gliding onto your begs making you quiver. You didn’t want to shut it, you were too consumed by sundry thoughts about him; the way your heart thumped out of your chest, it paining you to see his boxy smile or when he would run up to you and embraced his arms around you tenderly full of compassion. He cared so much for you but you felt like you were too late to return any of it. Feelings are the way they are; ruthless in nature, eradicating almost every bit of rational though you possessed. You groaned feeling ever so dishevelled. You hand on your chest and a stone in your throat; you found it hard to accept you liked him – a lot more than just ‘like’, that word was too ineffective. Jisung’s pure demeanour flashes in and out of your head; when his hand touched yours when you held that one book at the night café, the way he let you have his jacket as a shelter, the way he kept the shrivelled-up daisy chain on his shelf; it was the way he did everything for you. Jisung played the guitar for you nearly every time you asked and sung for you even though he wasn’t confident in his vocals. But you didn’t want to bring your hopes up and embarrass yourself. That’s when it happened – the butterflies intruded and that’s when you knew your monotonous routine of life was demolished. With that being said, your eyes began to heavy, shutting slightly before your eyes fully closed. Dreamland is where you were transported to you…

Your trip to Dreamland gave you all the answers you needed.

It was a Saturday and you waited outside of a café waiting for Jisung. It was warmer, much warmer. You remembered that one winter’s evening when you and Jisung were caught in a storm in the exact place. You switch your phone on to see the time, the photo of you and Jisung gleaming back at you. It was a cute photo; Jisung slyly ate some of your ice cream getting a little bit on the tip of his nose and you laughing at him and wiping it off with your thumb. Your other friends really liked capturing you two, they said you were soulmates which you ignored because you didn’t believe in soulmates. Emphasis on didn’t – times change and so do people.

“Hey!” Jisung startled you, nearly dropping your phone. “you alright there,” he chuckled at you. “Not funny!” you couldn’t help but smile. “you seem to be in a good mood!” he smiles with his teeth, draping his arm around you, clutching his fist to respect you. “so what do you want to do today?” he asks you.

“why do you keep asking me?” you pout slightly. “why not?” Jisung pushes his hair back, his chestnut locks resting back into its natural position.

“We should go to a café then get matching bracelets because YOU promised we’d get matching ones and then maybe at sun set, go to Namsan Tower?” you suggest. “Did you plan this last night when I told you to go to sleep?”

You didn’t, you saw it in your dream.

“l-lets just go!” you grab his arm and take him inside the café to get a cool drink to quench your thirst.

His eyes attentively scanned the menu, looking at all the cold drinks he could get. “what are you getting,” he asked. “hmm I really feel like having the grapefruit one!” you point at the menu, “what are you getting?” you ask Jisung, “which one sounds nice?” he asks again.

You can the menu again; “blueberry tea sounds really tasty!” you say. He nods that same look of compassion; he was enthralled by you yet you didn’t even know.

***

She was beautiful. The way she looked up at me and smiled; her fierce attitude to everything made me want to scream, toss and turn in my bed; she made the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I was foolish for falling for her – my best friend – but what can I do if whenever I see her, the tempestuous storm within me is appeased at her presence. She makes me feel at home. Her amicable nature, so captivating. The face she made when she was displeased was endearing even if she thought it was hideous, to me she was like a gem that was waiting to be found and I’m glad to have found her first. I was devoted to her; there won’t be another who makes me feel the way she does. She’s my first love. And I am willing for her to be my last if nothing is returned. Her happiness is all that matters to me…

***

Sipping your drinks in the sunlight was refreshing. You both got your bracelets to match; inexpensive yet it meant the whole world to you – and him. “there are some benches over there!” you point, grabbing his spare hand without a second though and running towards it. The sun began to wane and the stars began to emerge; simultaneously, the sky bled into an inky black allowing the stars to glow and gleam brightly. It was like how Jisung endured everything for you to let you shine. Like in school, how he would quite literally get hurt to keep you safe. You owed him a lot. “isn’t the moon really pretty tonight?” you point at the lustrous pearly orb that reigned the void sheathing the earth. “yeah, she’s really pretty tonight,” Jisung speaks softly. You didn’t realise how Jisung said ‘she’; he gazed at you, infatuated by none other than you. His fingers twitched to intertwine between your fingers, to lay a gentle kiss on your cheek. He waited for the right time.

A few months went by until it was the day of the trip Jisung planned to go on with his family. You stand in the centre of your bedroom with a small suitcase since it was for two weeks; you packed your necessities and your chargers, some hair ties and your book. You zipped up your suitcase and grabbed your other bag to throw in your pouch, phone, airpods and whatever else you needed easy access to. Jisung walks into your room with a knock; “hey your mum let me in, ready for me to take your stuff?”

And from there, everything began to unfold.

The journey there was peaceful considering the fact you always fell asleep at least 15 minutes into any car journey. Your head resting against the car window, although Jisung noticed that it wasn’t very relaxing when your head kept bumping against the car; he moved to the middle and gently moved your head to rest onto his shoulder his arm around you, so you were comfortable. He could feel his heart explode 50 fireworks every time he looked at you. He was spellbound by you.

***

Your Island holiday started off with a tour of Jisung’s holiday home; a pretty looking home with sliding doors and traditional architecture. “This is my room, and I think my parents are allowing you your own room which is the guest room,” he opened the door to the guest room and you were rapt but the view it had of the ocean. You dropped your bags and ran to the large windows and swung then open; the sound of the birds and the swashing of the sea infused your system. It felt refreshing. “It’s really pretty isn’t it, I love coming here,” he leaned against the window sill. Especially with you. He thought. “well, I’ll let you get comfortable and perhaps we can go exploring a little bit or we might have something to eat.. I don’t know but get comfy!” he says before shutting the door and leaving you alone with the ocean and your busy mind to unwind.

The saxe blue ocean pushed up against the bisque grains of sand, pulling back and leaving behind a platinum foamy residue. You thought of you and Jisung holding hands and walking down the beach at sunset like every couple does. The air felt lighter so you inhaled deeply and tried to let go of everything you had on your mind. You heard a knock at the door; it was Jisung’s mother. “are you hungry?” she smiled with immense amount of love and gentleness in her eyes. “of course! I’ll come now!” you close the windows and grab your phone as his mother smiled at you. Family meals with his family felt so natural although today Jisung was a lot more reserved as usual. Usually he would say something stupid or be extroverted. “You okay?” you whisper across the table. “h-huh, OH yeah I am, I’m tired that’s all.”

It wasn’t like him but you knew it wasn’t you that was the reason.

After dinner, you followed him back to the bedrooms; “Jisung,” you utter “Hm?” he turns around, the pair of you face to face now. “Do you want to watch the stars with me?” you ask nervously but you saw the way his brows raise from a furrow and the corner of his lips raise. “Of course I would, I’ll go change and come to you alright?” you nod your head and do the same thing. As you close the door you exhale. You don’t know why you were so nervous. But soon enough, he knocked and asked permission to come in. You both sat on the bed and gazed at the twinkling stars outside; “sometimes I wish I could be a star,” you begin. “Why is that?” Jisung asks looking down at you laying your head near thigh; “they’re so carefree and pretty and I-”

“but so are you?” he defends. “what?” you get up and look at him, your hair covering the sides of your face. He tucks your hair behind your ear; “you mean more than you think, to someone out there you just don’t know yet.. The way we’re looking at stars right now someone must’ve saw you the same way and wished they saw you again.. because it’s hard to find ONE special star amongst many,” Jisung was extremely poetic today.

“Han-” you were interrupted again. “the moon is out again, look!” he points as you lay back down this time on his thigh as he shifted it closer to where you were laying. It felt natural. His hand hesitated to touch your hair, to play with your locks but he found the courage to. You felt your soul levitate but luckily he couldn’t see your face.

***

The sun beamed into your room, the light material curtains flailing in the ocean breeze; Jisung wasn’t in the room. You were resting on a pillow with a blanket over you, it seems like he left later when you fell asleep again. The aroma of breakfast began to waft through the gap of the door to which you thought it would be a good idea to get up and get ready. You opened the door and yelped as you saw Jisung smiling ear to ear at your door. “Good morning sleepy head-” as he grabbed your hand. “w-wow where are we going!” you yelped. “breakfast but at a special place!” he says. “bye we’ll be back!” Jisung waves to his parents. You make your way down paths until you reached a little shop – a coffee shop. “I loved this place and I always wanted to bring you here!” he opens the door and the strong scent of bread and other patisserie struck you. “this is where my love for cheesecake came from!” he smiles. He seemed very happy.

You panicked internally. Did..you kiss! That thought didn’t feel right !!

***

Jisung toured you around. He showed you places he used to love as a child and things that made him happy – even happier that he could share it with you – from the rocks near the sea, to the bakery. He showed you where he carved his name on a tree on the way back to the family home. “maybe I should carve yours too!” he looks for a sharp stone and gets right to it. You watch him be so happy and acted out to yourself how you would confess to him. maybe you shouldn’t right? Soon after, you both slowly walked home but Jisung stopped again. “hey look!” he points at this tree. “what about it?” you ask until you looked up to see bright orange oranges hanging from verdant leaves. “oh my! I want one!” you say trying to grab out until Jisung stands extremely close behind you leaning over to twist one off. “Thanks-” you say although he begins peeling the skin off himself with a smile of endearment painted across his face. “I can do it myself!” you try to grab it off him. “aaaa-” he says holding a piece to your mouth with your accept, his thumb grazing against your bottom lip. “oh it’s really tasty!” you say. “open wide,” he jokes as he holds another one. “I’m not a baby!” you whine. “yeah you are,” he laughs running forward. “come and get me!”

This was the Jisung you knew and loved.

He grabbed your hand once you caught up to him, his fingers intentionally interlocking fingers and smirking at you playfully before running back to the house. You had so much fun. More than you usually do and you felt closer to Jisung. The exchanging of looks and playfully flirty remarks is all that you would remember from today. Especially, his thumb grazing your bottom lip; his soft gaze was still intense; it still made you feel nervous.

Being with Jisung was homely. His genial personality making you fall for him further. That night, you sat in the bed of the guest room, the owls hooting outside and trees rustling as the oceans began to sound turbulent. You were a little frightened and you debated going to Jisung. “screw it!” you thought. You knock at his door and hope he isn’t asleep. There wasn’t an answer so you turned around to go back into your room until your hear the handle lower and open. “you okay?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned. You gulped at the way he presented himself, his hair messy and eyes weary. “I didn’t mean to disturb you I-I’m just a bit scared…” you mumbled. “scared?” he repeated. “yeah! Don’t repeat it I feel STUPID!”

He lets out a soft chuckle and holds out his hand; “I’m watching a show right now if you want to join me?” he offers. You take his hand and he closes the door behind him. He climbs into bed and leans against his headboard. “your space awaits,” he says in a deep voice mocking the character in the show making you smile. You slide under his sheets and against the headboard too although it felt abnormal. “you can lean on me if you want to, I don’t mind..” he says. “are you sure?” you ask gulping. He nods with great certainty. So you did what he said. You lowered yourself so your head was at his chest, leaning into him and unexpectedly he pulled you in closer.

The moment became incredibly intimate. His heart was beating fast, you could hear it thump out of his chest. You felt your pulse quicken too. This wasn’t normal at all. You were okay with intimacy but this moment felt … different.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice slightly husky, his fingers gently skimming the side of your arm. You stay still, debating to confess or to just lean in and get it done and over with. No. He wouldn’t do that. You sit up, his arm moving away from you; you face him and take a deep breath. “what’s wro-” he gets cut off by your confession.

“ I love you Jisung..” you blurt out closing your eyes hoping he’d say something – even if it was the opposite of what you were expecting. Although whilst your eyes were closed there was silence which was shattered by Jisung’s laugh. He lay his hand on yours, his other hand just below your jaw: “open your eyes for me,” he begins, your eyes slowly peering at him. It was like someone burst a colour bomb in the room; he was radiating indigo, pink and orange – he was happy. Although words were not exchanged, actions were.

Actions speak louder than words

His arm placed itself around your waist pulling you in closer to him as you kneeled on his bed. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to your lips, a paroxysm of emotions and feelings being exchanged between two lovers. The pure infatuation between you and him felt like true love, everything felt like two puzzle pieces attaching to create a piece of art that longed to be complete. The large boulder that sat on your chest had gone, you felt like a feather floating through the gates of heaven. The sweet exchange between you and Jisung, his hands ever so gently holding you; he loved you this whole time but waited for you. You lay next to him, his eyes so effervescent and glossy, his fingers caress the side of your cheek. “I love you more than you would ever have expected me to…” he confesses lowly “ I was waiting for you,”

I was waiting for you.

Everything felt so complete with your heart and Jisung’s heart merged into one. Daisies, clementine’s, and August 1st. You wished for nothing more and nor did he. Even in another life, you would always be his first love

First love. Something so pure and magnificent, something that changed the repetitive customs of life; something that gave variety and prosperity to existence. Even when seasons change, Clementines and Daisies will be what bound you with your first love; Jisung was your first love and transpires to be your last.

Everything was falling into place and had been since whenever he grew feelings for you. The way you sandwiched his cheeks with heat packs, or the way you held his hand with one heat pack. Not to forget the way he would always buy your second choice so you didn’t have any regrets. The way Jisung’s gentle touches made a pit in your stomach fall everytime like the one time at the night cafe when you were looking at the books. Not to forget the way his thumb grazed your lips... Everything was just right.

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Jump Then Fall

(inspired by Jump The Fall by Taylor Swift obviously 😭)

warnings : none afaik >__<

genre : fluff !

word count : 2.4k

pairing : han jisung / oc (f)

ps . very messy bc i just wrote my thoughts ahead without sincerely thinking ++ hello Tumblr!

"Hey y/n!" you gasped in shock while docking over the countertop to prepare for your morning shift at the coffee shop you're currently working on when Jisung, the shop's owner's son, called your name in a deafening way while it's just almost 6 in the morning.

"Oh hey Ji what are you up to?" You tried so hard to hide the bubbly voice petrified that he'll notice that you're happy and jumping inside because he's actually here, in front of you.

Yup, you have unattended feelings for this man hiding inside your very heart although you don't bother talking it to him because you can't afford to lose the friendship you and him had built through the years. At least you're aware that he's not interested in you so you're convinced that this is better, that you're satisfied with him being your superman despite you two just being "besties".

"can't sleep... i think I'll just work with you on your shift then maybe we can sleep at my pad?" he played with his lips in a very cute way while he's clasping his fingers with each other signing that he's nervously not sure if you'll go with him 🤠 as if you two don't treat each other's apartment as their own too...

"oh poor baby, let's go then! my shift ends at 8:30 if that'll be okay with you?" he scooped your shoulder, wrapping both of his hands around your neck while he sniffes your hair as he happily jumps upon your approval.

"of course bub,, i got nervous at the thought that you're already tired of seeing my face.. let's go to work maybe?"

"alriiiight!!! ^____^" this time, you didn't hide the bubbly tune and smiled sweetly at him with his small gestures. He also smiled back at you, giggling and his gummies were showing so you hugged him absentmindedly while saying he's so cute to be him..

That was just a normal day between you two. Most of the time, you even thought the things you two are doing are lovers-like but you just shrug 'em thoughts off because you like it too so who are you to ask for more T^T

"Hey bubbles! Can I take the usual?" you looked up at the customer to know who just stated their order only to find Minho smirking and steadying his hands above the counter to see your face clearly. Minho is your blockmate and also your best friend, but you know the love you have for him will not exceed above platonic, very different when it comes to Jisung. Speaking of him, you both decided that he'll work on the coffees while you take the counter.

"Oh Minmin good day! Sure you can! what brings you here though? as far as i am concerned, you don't wanna walk through cafes just to have your coffee?" You talked to him while not looking back and punching whatever that needs to be punched on the counter.

"I just wanna look at you pretty, is it too much to ask?" You giggled, knowing how un- serious he was because you do know he's not the type to date and step things up with people he considered as family.

"Sure it's not Min, take a look all you want!" You moved your head from side to side while posing different angles to add light to the situation. You both laughed off until you hear a mini smash on the kitchen which makes you hush and run there aggressively, leaving Minho concerned in front of the counter.

"Jisung what the fuck was that?" You saw the kitchen perfectly fine, Jisung being sloppy with his movements, and a pan which looked like it was intentionally banged just to create a huge noise.

"Oh.. nothing, nothing.. sorry to disturb your flirting sesh y/n, you can now go back, it's perfectly fine here..." he didn't even bother to look at you, continued the coffee he was making, though his movements were still sloppy as it was when you entered the room. You got scared because he might be mad about you chitchatting while at work and even misunderstanding what you did with Minho earlier. "Uh.. first of all, i am not flirting,, and uhm second, i hope it's really fine here, yeah? I.. i'm so sorry.." you hated your voice for shaking at the last phrase so it made him look at you, now with worried eyes.

"It really is y/n, sorry..... uhm.. for the noise." Though the coldness, he still smiled at you reassuring you that it's really true this time. You can still see a glimpse of worry when he did a second look after getting his eyes off for the first time.

Him on the other hand felt extremely guilty when he saw your eyebrows meeting each other in a scared way, and your voice shaking made his heart break, as he never really saw and heard you like that while talking to him. He can't believe his jealousy made him do something petty that he knows he'll also regret later on.

You went back to the counter pouting and Minho was still there, distracting the customers behind him while waiting for you to arrive. He let out a deep breath when he saw you.

"Bub, i think your man is fucking jealous. Believe me this time, wanna bet?" he whisphered while you take other orders.

"Confess already y/n, he might— will act cold after this, talkin from experience.. and i too would leave a "so called bestie" that i like if she had found someone to love already.." he added.

"... including me?" you teased, though what he said had affected your senses because you know there isn't someone other than Jisung inside your heart.

"Shut up ma'am, i met you when you're already head over heels over jisung, and p.s, I don't want you, ew?" he teased as he feels the uneasiness after you going out from the kitchen.

"I think.. he's just plainly angry though, i'll talk to him later.. and.... try to confess.. you better be ready because i might crash to your apartment when things just get worse."

"Gotchu y/n! i better download movies so i can fix thy heart by then, just text me okai?"

Jisung overheard Minho's last sentence so he himself brought the coffee to him while glaring at him. "Thank you, Please go now!" He told Minho, almost pushing him outside.

Minho then grinned and winked at you before closing the cafe's door. Jisung didn't even look at you as he straight up returned to the kitchen.

It's 8:30 am and the workers for the next shift have arrived already, so you and Jisung are now on the locker room, folding both of your aprons as well as your caps. At this point, you aren't really sure if your sleepover would still push through considering his attitude towards you earlier.

You were suprised when he hang his hand on the air, waiting for yours to interwine when you had finished cleaning already, you didn't even notice him waiting for you as you are clouded with negative thoughts.

You grabbed his hand and you both walked to his car while nobody is still speaking.

"Ji.. uhm i need to... tell you something later." You finally broke the silent conversation you have been going through while you were arranging your seatbelt.

His eyes dropped and did a blink that shows his regret and a bit of weariness, he thinks he already know what you need to tell him. He then reached to your side as he memorized that you still don't know how to buckle your seatbelt when you're on the front seat.

"Sure thing y/n, be 100% comfy telling me things because i will always root for whatever that'll... make you happy." He smiled at you, wearily, and patted your head; you wondered why he's suddenly being nice and sad at the same time after the commotion earlier. Weird.

You both arrived at his apartment without talking to each other. Immediately going to his large couch, you had the sight of the blankets and pillows that were already there, as if he already planned it all beforehand. You just shrugged it off, thinking he just tried to sleep here earlier, no biggie.

Rain started to pour, the living room lights and the tv were turned off, making the windows beside you the only source of light that brightens the room. It made the place serene with the sound of the thunderstorms acting like the music from the vinyls playing at bright daylight.

You curled your body in a comfy way on the large couch, not bothering to wait for Jisung which is still not in the living room. Maybe you're just gonna talk to him later when you both woke up. You're gonna be rejected anyway.

Senseless thoughts had clouded your mind again, thinking what would you even do in this world if you don't have him anymore. Maybe you'll just drink everyday. Maybe you're gonna find someone in school, on a dating app, on Twitter. Maybe you're just gonna enter the convent. These thoughts made you dizzy and sleepy.

You're half asleep already when you felt his body spooning you from behind, cuddling you while sniffing your hair. Jisung wrapped his hands below your chest, gripping and hugging them tight as if it is the last time he's gonna hold you.

"you still awake?" he asked huskily, you hesitated to answer because he might let go if you did, so you stayed silent.

"you know, i kinda know this moment would come.." he started off, his breathes are getting slower as you feel them on you shoulder.

"i clearly know you'd fall for someone who you'd want to be with the rest of your life.."

"im... honestly not prepared for it.." your heart dropped. You weren't sure if he means something about this or he's just plainly concerned as your best friend.

"i cried in my room if you didn't notice why i was away suddenly... I can't let go of you, pumpkin.."

You seriously don't know what was he talking about but when you felt your shoulders wet, you knew he was serious about it. You and Minho really do give different ideas to people..

"i hope that Minho boy would take care of pumpkin..." pumpkin.... something that helps people see better.. you make him see better ??

"she deserves so much care..."

"and affection.."

"and love..."

"and hugs..."

"and.. kisses.."

He's still sniffing while hugging you, this time tighter than he was doing earlier. The sound of his low sobs have mixed up with the rain drops as they hit the houses' roofs.

"i love you my pumpkin.."

"im sorry i blew up the chance to be the one to take care of you for the rest of your life.."

Tears started to run through your cheeks slowly, he had never addressed you pumpkin before, thinking about how he thinks of you as "his pumpkin" melted your whole existence apart and it just made you wanna cling and cry on his chest all day. You told yourself you're gna let go if he tells you he likes you right at that moment which you knew was never gna happen— that he's just saying this out of care and concern because afterall, you're his best friend.

"my pumpkin.."

"i like you so much if you still don't get it.. i wanna take you with old ji.. i wanna explore the world with you... everytime you shine, I'll shine for you.."

"i wish im just.. dreaming and th.. at when i wake up, my pumpkin would... say she wanna be with me too..." he sleepily says, his grip on your stomach is now loosening, making you able to move.

You moved while whining as if you're misunderstood. Tears started to flow like waterfall, they just don't stop. You faced his chest and tugged your leg on his waist as if he's the plushie you hug to sleep.

"ji.. what the fuck are you saying?" you cried on his chest like a kid begging her mother to take them with her wherever they were going.

Jisung didn't flinch at all, he just hugged you again, this time caressing your hair and rubbing your back as you let go of your tears on his chest... he has stopped sobbing, but you still feel him getting weak and sad through his breathes.. He thought about this as your good bye hug. That this'll be the last time he's gonna be within your embrace.

"baby,, you can tell me whatever that you wanted to tell me earlier now.." the huskiness didn't leave his voice, you're still sobbing and crying on his chest like you don't wanna stop at all.

"i can't... at this state i just.. wanna.. cry all day.. while hugging you.. " you struggled to say 'em words while crying so hard.

"shhhh, hush baby, you'll just hurt me more if you don't stop.. please stop... crying... i might act carelessly and steal you from whoever has got my.. pumpkin's heart..." he said, almost a whisper.

"baby" you started..

"i wanted to confess.."

"i like you jiji.. for a very long time already.."

"i don't intend to hurt you at all by my tears, i just wanna cry it all out.."

"you have called me pumpkin for so many times and you expect me to be fine as i am??" you're still crying btw..

jisung flinched a little this time, thinking if he had heard those words right from you

"bunny, what did you say? i feel like im hearing things right now because of this desperation im feeling, fuck.. i wish i was hearing you right" he said, now hugging you tighter.

You really love how your body melts completely whenever he tightens the hug like he really don't want to let go of you, even for a single split of sec.

"pumpkin loves you too jiji.."

"im trying to confess and... i thought you'll just reject me so i didn't bother waiting for you earlier.."

"pumpkin didn't want anyone else babe,,"

"she just wanted your care.. your affection... your hugs.. your kisses.."

"pumpkin just wanted you.." you had stopped crying but you're now having hiccups while cooing onto jisung's chest.

"you don't have to sleep to hear them baby.."

"i wanna be with you too. everytime you smile, i'll smile too.. you can jump then fall here baby.."

"pumpkin will catch you wholeheartedly.." you finally looked up to jisung, whose eyes are watery again.

"i love you jisung", you whisphered and gave him a peck on the lips.

He was caught off guard, but he immediately got himself together.

When you let go and were on your way to return to his chest, he pulled your head again into a kiss—this time a deeper and longer one.

You both let go, running out of breath. He kissed the top of your head while you have returned to his chest, feeling and hearing each and every beat of his heart. You stayed together that way, you didn't hear anything from Jisung but you feel him so much and you know he's never gonna leave you anymore.

You didn't even notice you have slept for hours already while hugging him. You woke up and you're still at that exact position when you were a crying mess. It was nearly 5 pm and you still don't have the energy to let go from his embrace. You really meant it when you said you wanted to cling onto his chest all day.

You moved upwards a little bit to level your face to Jisung's while he's still sleeping. You caressed his temples down to his chin, admiring his cheeks that you have been wanting to bite since then, and you kissed each and every mole, which you loved the most. They were stars to you, making your eyes gleam in awe every single time you try to look at them. You have hoped you were his lover from your past lives— that you were the one who kissed him the most on those particular parts of his pretty face.

"You're so pretty to be pumpkin's man, jiji" you said and giggled, as if he was gna hear you.

You were caught off guard when he pulled you carefully to his chest, rubbing your back again.

"She loves to be called pumpkin huh?" he cheekily said, despite his voice being still husky.. you didn't know he was awake already. Was he just waiting for you to wake up then?

You tied onto his body for the nth time.

"s-she does.. i guess.. ?? and she.. wants to hug you longer.."

You heard him chuckle and wiggled both of your bodies together as if a kid who's happily playing with his teddy bear.

Your breathes steadied, Jisung had finally processed every word that came out from your mouth, finally jumping to fall into you.

"The moon will be pretty tonight, y/n." he cooed. You find it amusing how he don't flinch at all despite you clinging onto him for almost 9 hours now.

"I love you too, Jisung.."

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