#stray kids fake dating au

[producedbyhanjisung]

⎯ N'OUBLE PAS DE VIVRE. christopher bahng chan

🎧 : bang chan x female reader

TROPE. streetracer!au, fake dating au

WORD COUNT. 5.9k

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

PARTS. one, two, three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So why won't he let you leave?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So are you, bitch!" she laughs.

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

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

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

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

You nod. "Was he nice?"

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

"Street racing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, looking around.

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

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

"Stray Kids?"

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

"Chan is cute."

She looks over. "You think so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"American?"

You sigh. "Mhm."

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

"Oh, okay."

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

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

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

You nod. "Tell me about it."

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks."

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

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

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

"CHAN."

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

"Ten, nine, eight . . ."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is that, French?"

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

"I've never heard that before."

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

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

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

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

"I'm buckled."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What, the entire time?"

"Something like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You share an apartment with Jisung?"

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

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

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

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that, you freak."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not tonight. Do the others?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not particularly, why?"

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

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

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

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

You groan, mashing your head into the pillow.

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

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

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

"You know, it's funny."

"What is?"

"We met each other last night."

You open your eyes. "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You do?"

"Mhm."

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

You look up at him, eyes widening.

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

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

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

"Thanks," you mumble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You push her playfully, laughing.

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

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

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

"Dude, she's right outside!"

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

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

"Yeah, of course," you say.

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

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

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

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

"How long are you here for?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Mommmm," Chan says, groaning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" you ask.

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

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

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

You tilt your head, smiling as he rambles on.

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

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

"You think so?"

"Have you seen yourself?"

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

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

Chan looks up. "Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

You shrug. "Whenever, I guess."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blush, not expecting such a blunt compliment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Always."

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

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

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

Soyeon chucks something at you.

"This is barely a top."

"Let your titties free!" Soyeon crows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay?" you ask.

They both nod aggressively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready to go?"

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

PART TWO COMING SOON!!

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

#smut #stray kids #bang chan #skz #felix #han #lee know #seungmin #hyunjin #oneshot #street racer #street racer au #street racing #racecar #racer #stray kids street racer au #kpop #kpop street racer #fake dating #mutual pining #friends to lovers #angst #fluff #x reader #female reader #corruption kink #mind corruption #virgin!reader #virgin!female reader #jeon soyeon

[luvrhyune]

THE VIEW . HWANG HYUNJIN .

♡. PAIRING : Hwang Hyunjin x GN! Reader .

♡. SUMMARY : Your friend group constantly bugs you about going on group dates. It doesn't really bother you until they start trying to set you up with potential suitors. Not knowing what to do you tell them you have a boyfriend, and of course that isn't true. So who do you turn to? Well, your frenemy ; hwang hyunjin .

♡. GENRE : SMAU & romance .

♡. CONTENT WARNING : fake dating , tooth rotting fluff , uni au (nothing is really mentioned) , potential angst , humour (i hope) , written elements , swearing , original characters , non idol au .

— posting status : completed !!

— started : 06/08/22 (dd/mm/yy)

— finished : 11/09/22 (dd/mm/yy)

— taglist : closed :)

— notices :

the plot & any oc’s used belong to me !!

DO NOT SPAM LIKE EACH CHAPTER!!

do not steal or translate my work !!

y/n uses they/them pronouns but they are female presenting in pictures.

— playlist & pintrest !!

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CHAPTERS :

i : fairy comments .

ii : blinde date .

iii : fake dating .

iv : enemies to lovers .

v : group date .

vi : “i’m onto you hwang” .

vii : falling in love .

viii : promise me .

ix : the truth .

x : way to easy .

xi : no need .

xii : i love you .

xiii : be my partner .

epilogue .

— fin <3

Y / N & HYUNJIN’S PROFILES :

y/n’s bio : “🫶🏽. “like the petals that will bloom again , get better day by day”.”

hyunjin’s bio : “ “prince” okay ig🤣?!”

© property of @luvrhyune . please do not repost, claim or translate my work on this and / or any other platforms. thank you.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids x yn #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #hyunjin x reader #smau #fake dating au #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin smau #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin smau #stray kids #🫶🏽☁️. the view #🌚🤍. luvrhyune

[jwirecs]

Recommended Misc Fics of February - March 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen & straykids for february - march! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

FAKE DATING

Again and Again || @lovelyhan​​​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.

OTHER AU

Anonymously Yours || @joonsytip​ 💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ After an accidental text message turns into a digital friendship, you and Joshua start crushing on each other without realizing you both see each other frequently in real life. (not gonna lie, i cried a lil while reading this at work. i love it)

Distraction || @that-one-hyunjin-stan​​🔞✅

↳ Wonwoo knew he was supposed to be focused on teaching you how to play the game. However, you just looked too tempting.

Gym Rat || @onlyhuis​​​🔞✅

↳ (theres no summary that i could find, but gym + smut)

Let Me Try Again || @papermatisse​💕💔✅

↳ Soonyoung had never wanted to live a restrained capitalistic life, forced to work a tiresome 9 to 5, paying taxes until the day he dies. Though in exchange to pursue the other option, that being devotion to a career, he had to pay an unfathomably large price—he had to abandon everything and everyone he's ever loved. can he fit himself back into his former life? one that's changed more than he can possibly imagine? could the ones he loved forgive him for his wrongdoings? could he get the second chance he wants so desperately?

My Pillow || @alohajun​​​💕✅

↳ (theres no summary that i could find, but this is cute)

Silky || @playmetheclassics​​​🔞💕✅

↳ Your boyfriend got his hair permed and wants to know if it still feels as soft when you tug on his hair, mainly when he’s laid between your thighs.

The Racer and His Girl || @lovelycheollie​​​💕✅

↳ “He held her close enough to kiss, close enough to whisper the most important secrets in the world, and he spoke to her as he would have wanted some good angel to speak to his family, to his own shivering young soul, long ago and in a land far away.”

Thirst Trap || @lovelyhan​​​​​🔞💕✅

↳ when your boyfriend posts a deliberate thirst trap for millions to see. you end up feeling just a little bit sulky (oh sweet mother lord)

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Little Secret || @haosvteen​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ joshua’s life was as ordinary as can be expected for an idol. that is until a girl drops her hat and he texts her only to discover she’s a fan…and he’s her bias. he likes talking to someone who doesn’t know he’s an idol, but he needs to keep it that way. she can’t find out he is actually joshua hong from seventeen.

Play Along || @wonunuu​​​💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ you receive a text from a guy meant for the woman he once loved, unaware of the fact that she is already long gone. you decide to play along because well, you're bored.

Retrouvailles || @wonunuu​​​💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ happiness? are reunions always happy though? when you are reunited with someone you want to see the least, does it make you happy?

OTHER AU

Days Of Candy || @hwan-g​​​🔞✅

↳ a lot of things happened in motel rooms, even more happened between him and girls like you, girls that ride on his bike and have him by the balls.

Route 66 || @hwan-g​​​🔞✅

↳ you should’ve known, the moment you’d enter route 66, you’d be his. chan isn’t a generous man-he doesn’t share well.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter || @straylightdream​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ a series of connecting college au stories with different members of skz. They can be read in the order below listed but you don’t have to read each on to understand the story.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Friends Without Desire || @skzhua​​​💕💔✅

↳ “i like you so much, i want to give you my everything, only for you…”

SOULMATE AU

Midnight Diner || @hwan-g​​​​🔞💔✅

↳ he’s seen a lot of shit in his line of work. but this-he couldn’t let this go. not when you were involved.

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #seventeen social media au #seventeen established relationship au #seventeen fake dating au #seventeen fic recs #seventeen recs #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids angst #stray kids social media au #stray kids fic recs #stray kids recs

[shadowofahope]

We Are Liars

Pairing: rich college student! Changbin x college student reader

Warning: Flufffffff

Premise: He needed an out of his mothers attempts to set him up. Your summer schedule was empty. Maybe him asking you to be his fake girlfriend wasn't the worst idea. It did make a lot of sense. But then again it was too easy to say yes...

Word count: 4.7 K

Authors notes: Tada! I've been very overtired recently so please forgive the errors. I'll go back to fix them but for now I wanted you to have our lovely Changbin!

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“Every time I go back home my mother incessantly tries to set me up with her friends daughters, even their nieces. No matter how many times I tell her that I want to find love on my own, she just still pushes. I was so tired of it, I just blurted out I have a girlfriend.”

He looked tired, honestly. Him asking you out to a late night coffee run, you weren’t expecting to meet up with him looking so exhausted. He was always busy and the others always told him he looked tired but this seemed different, but you guessed this made sense now.

You sip your coffe nodding along to his words, setting it down on the metal table, leaning back to give him your full attention. “Ok, well why me?”

“She knows of you in our friend circle, but she’s never met you or seen us together. I panicked and you were the first person I thought of. Being friends already I figured it’d be the easiest sell.” 

The antsy leg bounces unde the table weren’t lost on you. Agitation wouldn’t be the right word for the look hardened on his face. You could see it clear as day though, he wasn’t one to mask his feelings or insecurities. 

“Fair enough.” Because it did make sense to some extent. If it was one of the other girls that hung around occasionally, you wouldn’t bet money on their acting abilities. Or honestly their inability to not have a crush on him. Most of them, as annoying as they were, were just around clinging like flies to hot trash. Trying almost anything to get the boys to notice him, Changbin being the easiest sell as he was the richest friend in the group. Or at least he had the richest parents, you had pointed out once to the caddy bunch. They made some comment about being the only male in the family and blah blah blah. You had walked away without saying anything at that point, you didn’t see a point in listening anymore.

“She started asking me all these questions about how we met, so I just told her we met through Minho, which is the truth, but then she demanded for me to bring you home this summer. So now I’m sitting in a deep dark whole that I dug for myself that I’m really hoping you’d help me out of…I’ll even pay you for it…” His eyes squeeze shut, creating crows feet around them, hands coming up in a praying nature, bottom lip coming out in a pout. Putting on his best pitiful show.

He really didn’t need to beg so hard, but it was cute. “Ok. I’ll help.”

“You’ll come home with me?” He sounded almost shocked, did he really think you’d protest to helping a friend?

“Yea. No one should be forced into anything. I feel bad enough for you.” You laugh at him, keeping a light air around you. You did feel bad for him, relationships were hard already but add on a pressure cooker of a mother and who knows what someone would be willing to do to release it.

Knowing Changbin and being close to Changbin were two different things. You had hung out within groups but never alone, until tonight. However, you had never felt uncomfortable around him or unsettled. It seemed easy enough, and if you had to act with PDA, it definitely didn’t help that he was attractive. Not someone you’d usually find yourself drawn to, but maybe you’d get to see a new side to the rich, muscle man.

“Seriously?!” His eyes light up, as he reaches his hand across the table to yours. “Thank you, thank you, so much. I’ll definitely repay you for everything!”

“However.” You try to mask your smile behind a mask of seriousness. “We are going to have to set up boundaries, those of PDA.” 

You use your head to gesture to his large hands still enveloping your smaller one. Not that you had a real problem with it, it was warm in the cool night air.

He chuckles nervously, “Yea, we don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable…”, pulling his hands back from you.

“That goes both ways.” You genuine smile returning. “How are you generally in relationships and around your friends and parents?”

Finding out the logistics before hand would be a better idea than going in blinde. Especially as your normal reaction to things is keeping space between you and other people. Be that mentally or physically. You don’t want to recoil suddenly if he went to hold you hand infront of his parents. That would put an end to your show rather quickly.

“Hm-” He stares off, slightly behind you in contemplation. “Well I would say I am slightly on the clingier side. I like to hold hands, cuddling or just be touching in general. I’m very open to letting everyone know I’m with someone, I tend to be possessive in that sense. Normally I’d use pet names too. But i’ve never brought someone home so I’m not really sure how I’d be. My guess would be probably the same.”

You mull over his words carefully, factoring in your ability to act with him. 

“Ok, Well I’m comfortable with the PDA level. I can accept clingy.” You coo at him. Who knew muscles had such a cute needy side. “Do you have a pet name you want to be called or can I wing it?”

“You can wing it. I don’t mind, I tend to use baby for my partners.”

“Baby it is.” You stand up, grabbing your coffee off the table. “Well shall we go create some evidence?” 

“Evidence?” He eyes you suspiciously. 

“Yep. Lets take some photos of us, plus I can use one as my lockscreen” 

“That’s a cute idea! I want one too.” He exclaims clambering to his feet to join you in your walk down the street. He catches up with you rather quickly, which doesnt surprise you at all. But his next words do catch you off guard. “Should we practice?” 

“Practice?”

His hand slides down your exposed wrist, fingers slotting between yours to intertwine your hands. Lifting your joined hands up for you to get a good view of them.

“Practice.” Something about that look he gives you makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. If he thinks he can beat you in the cheekiness department, he is utterly wrong. 

���Then how about kissing? Do we ignore that or should we practice?” 

The innocence in your voice is lost behind the sounds of him chocking, followed by your hysterical laughing. Neither of you letting go of eachother, creating fake memories for the trip to come.

🌊☀️🌊☀️

“Nervous?”

“Yes and no.” You explain. “On one hand if it doesn’t go well, its not the end of the world because were not actually together. On the other, it’ll be a really awkward homecoming for you if this doesn’t work.”

“Fair points. Just be yourself, with a little bit of me.” 

You roll your eyes at him, turning to look out the window. The drive was 4 hours overall, which you had spent 3 hours just talking and getting to know eachother, flushing out details like; how long have you been official, were exactly you met, first dates, etc. Obvious questions anyone might ask. Somehow you started talking about your childhoods and siblings, turning to various ex’s. Leading you to mention that your last relationship failed because of toxicity, but he allowed you to ghost over it. Not wanting to dwell or talk about it. You may be having to fake being vulnerable, but there was no way you’d actually show it now.

8 minutes left of your journey in the comfort of his slightly sporty highly expensive car with your own personal chauffeur, 4 hours was a breeze. 

And just like you assumed, when he pulled up to the beach house his parents and sister were waiting out front for the two of you. Their eagerness to meet you was overwhelming but you held it together well. Open arms for hugging, warm welcomes and benign ushered inside to chat about the detaisl they were dying to know. 

How remarkably easy it was to walk around on a tour with his hand in yours, luggage moved to your shared room for the nights you’ll be staying. His mother making a fuss about you two needing to share a bed because no matter where she would set up Changbin she knew her son would sneak back to you. Remarks she made, making you turn an eye to his, although he dodged eye contact very well. 

Physical contact you both had made sure you were accustomed to, so even without thinking you would seek eachother out. Small kisses here and there, pecks on the cheek or forehead. His favourite place to keep his hand you found was on your lower back. So trip through the small town with his mother, also meant a large amount of teasing from her. His need to hold onto you continuously, she’d laugh at, pester him about being possessive and smitten with you. 

Which is exactly what you both had planned. So shockingly convincing you were, it became comfortable. Easy. His warmth was contagious. 

Not only his, but his whole family. From baking in the kitchen with his mother, to discussing with his dad about his favourite starwars movie in the franchise, to going out on lunch dates with his older sister talking about her drama filled work place and the guy she had a crush on in the office. 

Watching him interacting with his family on calm nights like this, started making you think of things that were no longer possible. What it would be like to have someone like him love you, have his family love you.

Thinking back to last summer, the idea of dating again seemed like eons away. Leaving one toxic relationship behind you didn’t want to let yourself become that comfortable again. Setting yourself away on a shelf, adorned with forgotten trinkets of other peoples pasts. 

Maybe that’s why you didn’t know how to act in a healthy relationship. Letting him set up his boundaries and agreeing with them meant he wouldn’t know that you were broken in a way. The unrelenting bluntness and over communication made some relationships weaker, but on another hand made many stronger. 

Minho knew everything you went through with your ex, his uncompromising support for you to make your own choices, but also his need to scold you when you were being careless flourished your mere ‘childhood friends’ title to best friends. Over the years, no matter what friends you each made he kept your secrets adn you kept his. 

But maybe it was time to share them with someone new. You’d never felt so welcome and at home with a partner before. It would be easy to get swept away by his parents and sister, swept out to sea from high tide, until when? You’d find yourself buried under the think sand, suffocating to feel this love again? 

In this moment, you wouldnt let yourself dwell on anything. 

A ping from a phone set down next to you grabs your attention. Changbins screen lights up with text notification. 

“My love,” You call out, catching his attention. “Your friend messaged you about tonight.” 

He doesnt hesitate in bounding over to you, settling down next to you, arm resting behind you on the back of the couch. He unlocks his phone, opening the text nodding at it before angling the phone for you to see. 

You read it over quickly, before his mother observes “Are you two planning to go out tonight?” 

“Just him” You smile at her, but continue explaining as she looks a little irritated with her son. “He’s going to have a drink with his old friends while I take advantage of the jacuzzi tub in his bathroom.”

“She’s been eyeing it for a while now.” He leans over to land a gentle kiss on your temple, a soft smile forms on your face. 

“Alright…” She says unsure, but drops it nevertheless. 

🌊☀️🌊☀️

They’d been out for a few hours now, going to their favourite club when they were younger. It was a little closer to town, so they had carpooled together. You had waved at them when they left, and he remembers thinking how at ease he would be if this relationship were real. 

Now he’s many drinks in, and a few of them are tipsier then others. Him being one of the drunker ones.

“So when are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours Bin?” His friend remarks, raising his voice to be heard over the loud music playing. 

“How bout right now.” He shouts back, struggling to pull out his phone from his back pocket whilst still sitting on it. 

“Man it’s 3 in the morning, you think she’s gonna be awake?” His other friend leans closer to him, making sure he doesn’t fall off his chair as he fights his jeans.

“Mhm!” Finally managing to rescue his phone from its compounds he carefully calls your num ber. It only takes a few rings before it connects. He smirks to himself, he knew you’d be awake. 

“BABY!” Shouts gleefully into the phone.

An airy chuckle comes through the receiver. 

“Yes my love?” Your warm sound already making him feel sleepy.

“Would you be able to pick me up from the club? I don wanna take a taxi.” His words slightly slur, but he fights through the fog of the alcohol. A pout forms on his lips, one he forgets that you can’t see.

“Where are your keys?”

“On my gym bag” He sings, knowing he’s won. 

“Do you want me to come get you now?” 

“Yesssss pleassssssse” Now there’s no hiding his sleepiness. 

“Be there soon.”

“Yay!” Cheering he hangs up, turning to his friends.

“There you go! Now you’ll get to see how beautiful and amazing she is.” Turning serious. “Now none of you go falling for her, she’s taken”

He doesn’t wait for them to respond, instead he clambers to his feet to push his way through the crowd to make it outside. You were coming to get him, he wanted to be there. He was excited to see you again, even though it hadn’t been that long since he left you behind he had already begun to miss you the moment they drove away.

His friends follow him through the mass, making sure he doesn’t stumble too far to hurt himself. Or anyone else for that matter.

His body vibrates in impatience and delight when he sees his car pulling up.

“BABY! You’re here.” He shouts gleefully as he slings himself onto you in a too tight embrace as soon as you step up on the curb. He pulls back just to pout at you and look down at your clothes. “But why do you have to look so cute?”

You had dropped your book and slipped into the closest things you could find, that wasn’t your pjs, which at the time you had grabbed one of his shirt’s and a pair of your jean shorts. Your hair in a messy ponytail tail with your glasses still on your face, you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness.

Ruffling his hair you coo at him “cmon you drunk, lets get you home.”

“Here, we can help.” Two of his friends attempt to pry him off of you and usher him into the car.

“I want bed and cuddles” he whines as you break contact. 

“You know what would get you bed and cuddles faster? If you weren’t so drunk” you laugh at his plight. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Wooyoung.” A hand comes out for you to shake. “Sorry for the lousy first meeting.”

“Honestly it’s ok, it’s still nice to meet you Wooyoung”

The gir standing behind himl snubs her nose at you but you pay her no mind as the other two guys come round the car also giving their introductions, to then point out the female and drop her name. You only nod at her.

You hear a scuffle behind you as changbin starts to re-emerge from his seat, trying to make another break for you. The males run round to stop him. 

Heels click next to you. Something grateing about the voice makes your skin feel icky. “He let’s you drive his car.” 

That was definitely a statement, not a question. But still you felt a tug to answer.

“Sometimes.” You smile watching the men fight, before turning to her “have a good night”

“Changbin! If you want bed and cuddles you need to get into the car.” You tell him sternly.

He gives you a goofy smile before giving a “goodnight guys” and disappearing into the car.

“Have a good night y/n, it was nice meeting you again.”

“You guys as well. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.” A smile once again before climbing into the drivers seat and heading towards the beach house.

🌊☀️🌊☀️

“Remind me not to drink that much again.” Changbin groans, rolling over holding his head in pain. 

“I don’t know, you were pretty cute.” You mock contemplation, tapping your chin with your finger in consideration. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you’re already dressed and ready for the day. You had graciously let him sleep in a little longer before waking him up.

“I was what?” He shoots you a look from his hiding spot. 

“You heard me. If I had known you were like that I would have drank with you guys more often.” The smirk on your face might as well be permanently plastered there. This was something you weren’t going to forget easily. 

“What did I do?”

You don’t answer, walking across the room to pick up his phone. You unlock it, clicking on the video that Wooyoung sent him before tossing it onto the bed next to him. He scrambles to reach it, sitting up to watch carefully. Forgetting about the pain he was just in.

“Did I actually demand bed and cuddles from you?” 

“The whole drive home.” You laugh evilly, heading out the door. “Now get dressed my love, your mother said brunch is ready.” 

You hear a muffled mumble from behind you, but you don’t bother to check on it. You head down for food.

Halfway through food, he gets a call. Quickly leaving to answer it, leaving you and his mother and sister to continue eating and chatting. It doesn’t take him long to return. Hand on your back, but talking to the group. 

“Dad wants me to go with him to the office today.” He sighs dejectively. He eyes you meekly, you’re unsure if he’s upset because of the hangover or he wanted to stay with you. You didn’t do much throughout the day anyways. You liked reading while listening to the waves, sometimes zoning out at the view even. 

“Oh ok, I’ll stay here and help with the set up for tonight.” You smile up at him. Purposefully setting the question aside for later when it would be just the two of you again. 

The at end summer party his family threw every year was tonight. They invited all their friends and their families to it. Changbin mentioned he hated it the most as that’s when his mother would stop her subtle hints at setting him up and blatantly attempt to arrange dates for him. This time thankfully he had you, so he could actually enjoy the night.

“Are you sure?” His puppy dog pout comes back, you can’t help but laugh, reaching up to kiss him ont he cheek in hopes of cheering up.

“I’d love to have her help.” His mother sings from the other side of the table. “We’ll be alright.”

“I can take her shopping later to pick out a dress for tonight!” His sister speaks up.

“Noona, you don’t have to.” He tries to derail.

“Of course I dont, but I want to spend some quality time with my sister-in-law!” She squeaks happily, putting on an overdramatic show just to annoy her brother. 

“Upgraded already?” Changbin chimes, giving you a pointed look. “Did you put my family under a spell or something? Why do they love you so much?” 

Both of you break into matching smiles. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, before turning to leave the room.

Your smile doesn’t recede when you watch his back as he leaves, turning back to food you find his sister and his mother beaming at you. 

Excited giggles and chatter from the other two about the party when they decide to stop staring at you.

🌊☀️🌊☀️

“Are you positive that this is necessary?” You call out from the dressing room. 

You had tried on countless dresses, creating your own fashion show when you’d unveil them to her. But each time them seeming not quite right to either of you. 

“You can’t wear my brothers shirts forever.” She calls back.

“Says you.” You mumble, still loud enough for her to hear. You can make out her faint laughter through the door. 

“Ok, last one then we’ll head home.” You dont react in time to her flinging the bottom of a dress over your door onto your head. You can’t stop yourself from outright laughing at her eagerness.

“Fine.” 

Hanging the dress up on the hook you can now take a moment to look at it. A periwinkle empire waist full length dress, full flowy skirt bottom, with a shimmer of silver over the thin strap. Huh, something about this one pulls you in. You don’t realize your staring at it for so long until you hear her ask.

“Is it on?” 

“Uh, one more minute.” 

You slide the soft over your skin, the complimenting colour to you skin tone giving you a slight glow. Somehow out of the million dress you’ve tried on this one seems to fit perfectly. The zipper glides up, creating a snug but comfortable fit. 

“Ready!” You call out.

Stepping out you don’t wait to look at her reaction. Spinning around to look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes widen.

“This one.” You sigh.

“This one.” She smiles at you in the reflection.

🌊☀️🌊☀️

“You look….” He scans the dress, to your hair and makeup. A light glow on your skin, his sister insisted on. Spending the evening getting ready with her allowed you to surprise him with the look for tonight. “...amazing,”

“Thank you. You’re looking very handsome in this look. I think I like it.” You tease, eyeing him up and down dramatically. And he did, the black slacks and white button up loosley buttoned was definitely a good look for him. Slightly snug in all the right places, biceps and thighs to be exact. Both equally impressive. 

“Oh we like it hm?” He teases back. Maye you should reevaluate your ‘type’.

“Mm, might need to request we go to parties like this more often.” You laugh at the idea.

“Then lets get this party over with and I’m all yours to stare at.” His chuckle comes out genuine as he grabs your hand and leads you down the stairs.

When entering the party area Wooyoung makes himself known to the two of you. Hurriedly you make your way over, joining the large group there. Introductions of more of their oldtime friends turns to introductions to uncles and aunts and other family friends and at one point you think your head is about to start spinning with how many people you’ve just met in such a short time. 

Even then, the smile on your face never wavers. Nor does his. 

Eventually you find yourself in a conversation with his dad on the couch with an uncle of his and a family friend. You weren’t a huge fan of heels so you ending up opting to sit down with his father as he continued talking to his friends.

But like the whole trip here, your time without him was short. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

You give him a cheeky smirk before leaning over to tell his father where you were going and excusing yourseslf. You meet eachother at the back door. Heels left behind on the porch, hands intertwined you begin walking down the beach towards the water.

“Couldn’t stay away huh?” You tease, the breeze off the water feeling like bliss through your hair. It was starting to get a little too warm in the crowded house. 

“You seemed to be having fun though, talking to other people…” You catch the accusation in his words.

“Jealous of your own dad?” You pry farther. 

“Yes. Jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you.” Once again his infamous pout appears. This pout would be the death of you. 

The cutest muscle man you’d ever seen. One you’d been allowed to see close up and personal for what feels like forever but also only a moment in time. 

“Confession time” He stills your walk when you reach the waters edge.

“I think I’ve been forgetting that all of this is fake.” He holds up your hands to look at them, and how perfectly they fit together. Slowly he lets go, dropping them and takes a step away. 

You take a deep breath, before taking a few steps into the cool night water. Honesty and communication had always been your thing, the two of you. Easy reading others and their needs but also able to talk about what you wanted openly. Maybe that’s what made this work.

“You’re not the only one.” You admit, feeling the water rise and fall with the ebbing tide.

“What do we do?” He whispers, you turn to face him still on the beach. “I don’t know if I can go back….. I don’t want to go back.”

“Then, it sounds like we only have one option.” It all made sense, but then again nothing made sense. You didn’t have to think with Changbin, you just had to be. “We stop lying. Stop pretending. We stop faking.” 

He takes hesitant steps into the water. Standing in front of you. “From now on, its real? Every moment, every kiss, every word, every touch. All real?”

Letting his words sink you, you think about what he’s asking.

“It’s already been real for me.”

You see the realization dawn on him. Cups your face and kisses you. Kisses you for all the kisses that contained the lies you told together. 

“And I’ll be taking my payment in kisses please.” You manage between an onslaught of kisses and giggles. His arms wrapping around you keeping you close to him, the light in his eyes igniting into something more mischievous.

“I can think of another way for payment if you’ll accept it.” 

You pretend to mull it over before hungrily kissing him, your tongue slipping into his mouth. A moan esapes him when you push him further to then pull away. 

“From you? Payment accepted.” You give him a peck before pushing against his chest and running up the beach towards the house. Hell catch up quickly, you know that for a fact, but you also know he knows exactly where you’re headed. To his bedroom. The first night of you being together, no longer liars but two people loving eachother. 

In the warmth of the truth. 

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[thotforcsy]

white lies

(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairing: jisung/felix (♡) rating: mature (♡) WIP

THE PROBLEM: Operation Get Jisung A Romantic Friend, a mission that all of his friends at SNU have pledged their hearts to, is turning Jisung's life into a living hell. If he has to go on one more blind date, he's going to fucking scream.

THE SOLUTION: make out like he's already dating someone else. The fake-boyfriend of choice? Lee Felix: cute, plausible enough to be dating and – most importantly – currently studying in Australia where no one from SNU can sniff him out.

Has Jisung talked to Felix since graduation? No. Is Felix aware of the fact that he’s Jisung’s fake-boyfriend? Also no. Will that stop Jisung from telling everyone that he’s dating Felix anyway? Of course not. What’s the worst that could even happen? It’s not like Felix is ever going to find out about any of this, right?

Right?

Shit.

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[bbyboibinnie]

strawberry milk cheeks

synopsis: there was nothing that led up to that moment. there were no previous words spoken, glances exchanged, or even acknowledgment of his existence. despite it all, he asked you out and to his surprise as well as your own, you accepted. 

pairing: seo changbin x gender neutral reader 

genre: high school au, strangers to lovers, fake dating/bet, angst (lots of it bc I love angst), also lots of fluff

warning: swearing

wc: 5.7K

Walking past the double doors and into the crowded hallway, you joined the sea of other students who were hurriedly making their way to class. The bus had arrived at your stop a few minutes late this morning and despite it being the middle of an icy winter, you could feel the perspiration starting to form on your forehead as you tried to make it to your seat in calculus before the late bell signaled. Right as you dropped your bag on the floor, the blaring sound went off and you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Classic y/n, never early yet never late,” Jeongin greeted you with a knowing smile. The room was filled with chatter as the students waited for the teacher to begin the lesson. 

“Yeah yeah, good morning to you too,” you gave him your best attempt at a smile being that it was seven am and you weren’t a morning person. 

The next fifty minutes came and went and so did the next fifty minute class after that and so on until it was finally lunch. 

You let out a disappointed sigh, “I can’t believe they ran out of strawberry milk. I mean the least they could do for us hard-working students is stock up on some fruit flavored milk.” You exaggerate which earns you laughs from your other friends at the table. 

Felix, who was sitting across from you, raised to sandwich up in agreement, “Amen to that.” 

“There there,” Chan said teasingly, “We can go get you some strawberry milk after schoo-“ His sentence was cut off from the clatter of a pink carton being dropped on your food tray. Your eyes traveled to the person’s face and lo and behold it was… wait who was this? 

“Uh, who are you?” Your brows scrunched in confusion as you stared up at the boy standing at the edge of the table where you sat. You heard muffled laughs from the two guys who were sitting at a table not too far away, onlooking the scene. 

“I’m-“ he started but interrupted himself to clear his throat, “I’m Changbin. Seo Changbin.” He said, retracting his hand and proceeding to fidget with his fingers. You glance at your friends and all of them seem as confused as you are. 

“Okay Changbin,” You began, “why did you drop this on my tray?” You pointed towards the carton that was laying atop the rest of your food. 

“Ah, I overheard you complaining about not being able to get the strawberry milk so I’m giving you mine-I mean, it was mine but now it’s yours.” He says gesturing to the milk, then breaking eye contact to look back at the table with the two boys who were laughing earlier—his friends you presumed. Meanwhile, your friends’ confusion morphed into amusement as they watched the conversation between you two play out.

“Oh, thanks but here you should take it. I was just kidding about the milk-“ You held the carton out to the boy. 

“No you weren’t.” Jeongin said in a sing-song voice before taking a bite of his lunch. You gently elbowed him in return. 

“No, it’s for you. Actually, I uh, I just wanted to ask you if you…” He stopped mid-way, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning his attention back on you, “I wanted to ask if you would go out with me?” 

The silence that ensued was awkward to say the least. He was asking you out? Thirty seconds ago you didn’t even know his name. As more thoughts and questions filled your head, the boy who was standing there increasingly felt more anxious and it was visibly obvious by the way he swayed from one foot to the other. 

Chan spoke up which broke your train of thoughts, “Y/N, you’re killing the poor guy. Just say yes or no.” You looked at your friends again, as if asking for their help but they just shrugged.

You stared at him, watching for a second as you tried to come to a decision. He was biting his bottom lip, clearly nervous, as he patiently waited for your response. 

“I guess we could try,” You said, moreso in the form of a question rather than a statement. Nonetheless, his lips, which were now a brighter shade of red from all the nervous biting, broke into a grin. 

———— 

That weekend, you found yourself putting on lip balm and checking your hair in the mirror, waiting for the random guy, who you had just met a few days prior, to pick you up on a lunch date. 

Your phone dinged with a text from Jeongin in the group chat you had with him and the other boys. 

[Innie] If he tries anything funny, just say the word and we will be otw  

[Chan] fr, don’t hesitate.  make sure you’re sharing ur location!! 

[Felix] ^^ 

You smile at the protective texts from your friends, turn on your location, but reassure them that everything will be fine. Right as you finish tying your shoes, you see through the window that a car has pulled up and not soon after, there’s a knock on your door.

With one last glance in the mirror, you pull the door open and there he was, standing with his hands clasped around a basket. 

“Hi, I didn’t know what type of flowers you liked so I got you some daisies as well as all-purpose.” Changbin said with a bashful smile as he handed the basket over to you.

“Wow, starting off with a cheesy pun. Is this how you asked your previous dates out?” You teased, earning a dusting of light pink to appear across his face. You smiled in satisfaction and thanked him for the gift, placing it on the table before locking the door and heading towards the car alongside him. 

“Uh, do you want me to get the door for you?” He asked but his hands were already reaching for the door handle, not waiting for your response. 

“Thanks.” You climbed in as he went into the driver’s side. “Okay, so what is the plan for today?” 

“We are going to the park.” He said without a moment’s hesitation, almost with a sense of determination. He looked over to check that you had your belt on before heading onto the road. 

———— 

The drive wasn’t too long, maybe twenty minutes. During those twenty minutes, you guys mostly made small talk but he also let you scroll through the playlists on his phone, which made you come to the realization that you guys had a similar taste in music. 

Eventually the park came into view and the two of you hopped out. He didn’t say anything but he went towards the trunk of his car so you quietly followed suit. You watched as he popped it open and grabbed a basket along, a cooler, as well as a blanket.

“A picnic?” You asked, holding out your hands to offer him help with the items.

“You’re smart and pretty.” You rolled your eyes at the corny joke but unconsciously, the corners of your lips turned up. He handed you the cooler before shutting the trunk and you followed closely behind him as he led the way into the park. You had never been to this location before, despite it being local to the area. The greenery came into view as you continued walking and there was even a water fountain some feet away which shimmered as the sunlight hit its surface. Changbin had already stopped walking ahead of you and you accidentally bumped into him as you were too busy taking in the sight.

“Ah, sorry.” You took a few steps back and he just chuckled at your behavior.

“Cute.” He said under his breath, looking at your figure who was already beginning to lay out the picnic blanket. Changbin gestured to you to sit down and you complied. He sat down not too far beside you and you waited expectantly for him to open the basket. “Alright, so we’ve got pasta salad, some fruits, chips, and most importantly…” He pushed aside the basket and opened the cooler, “homemade strawberry milk!” 

Your eyes widened in a bit of surprise and he handed you the glass bottle, “Make sure to shake it before you drink it.” You did as told and it was even better than you could’ve imagined. 

“It’s so good,” You expressed in delight, “are you sure you made this?” It was the perfect balance of fruity sweetness, yet tartness. Plus, nothing beats the taste of fresh berries.

“Trust me, I spent almost an hour trying to perfect it yesterday,” He said with a sheepish smile, “I’m really glad that you like it though, makes the time spent worth it.” A blush crept to your cheeks and his heart rate sped up just a bit as he noticed, “W-Well, should we dig in then?”

———— 

The breeze picked up your hair and you basked in the ambience with the chirps of the birds and the background chatter of the other people in the park. You and Changbin had finished off most of the food, minus a few stray chips left in the bag. The sun was just starting to set and he realized how effortlessly beautiful you looked in the golden light.

“Ahem, aren’t you being too blatant with your staring right now?” You didn’t know why but it was just so easy and fun to tease him. 

He locked eyes with you and began to apologize, “I’m sorry, that was probably really creepy. I didn’t realize-” Your laughter cut him off and it seriously felt like he was caught in a trance, watching you smiling and enjoying yourself while caught in the bright glow of the setting sun. 

“While we are still at the park, should we check out the swings over there?” You pointed towards the set of swings at the playground which you’ve been eyeing for some time. There were a lot of kids on the playground earlier but since the day was transitioning into the evening, a lot of families had already left. Changbin agreed to your suggestion so you guys packed up everything and headed towards the play structure. You took the swing on the left and he took the one right beside you.

A few minutes had passed and the two of you just sat there, enjoying each others’ presence without any words exchanged. You looked over at him and he must’ve felt your eyes on him because he turned his head and matched your gaze. 

“That was really fun. I’m not going to lie, I had no idea who you were before the other day when you introduced yourself in the cafeteria. Regardless, you make some good food, killer milk, and have some seriously great taste in music.” You started pushing yourself on the swings to escape his gaze out of slight embarrassment. He had his mouth agape and he just looked at you in awe. 

It grew quiet again and by now the sky was turned into a gradient of pinks and blues. Suddenly your swinging came to an abrupt halt as Changbin held onto the two chains connected to your swing. He stood inches away in front of you and suddenly crouched down to meet your eye level. 

His whisper was so soft and low, it almost got swept up into by the evening breeze, but there was no way you could’ve missed his exact words, “Can I kiss you?” Without having to think, you inaudibly nodded and he didn’t waste any time before leaning in. 

————  

Your initial picnic date with Changbin had passed more than a month ago and since then, you have gone on a handful of other dates with him. Sometimes he plans them and other times you do and sometimes you guys would come up with date ideas together. Tonight, you two had agreed on having a movie night at his place and inviting your guys’ friends over to join. The movie night had been well under way and the first movie just wrapped up. Changbin and his friends were busy choosing the next one to watch while you, Chan, and Jeongin were making some more popcorn in the kitchen and refilling drinks.

“He’s chill, though I’m not sure I can say the same about his friends.” Jeongin says as he grabs the soda from the fridge along with the ice cream to make some floats. 

“Make sure to add extra ice cream for me please,” You request while throwing another bag of popcorn into the microwave. “Changbin is fun to hang around and trust me, Jisung and Hyunjin may seem a bit overly energetic and loud but they’re really cool too.” These were words of reassurance but it was also true, you’ve hung out with Changbin more often recently so it was inevitable that you’d meet his friends and it took a little getting used to their extroverted personalities but they grew on you quick. 

“Too bad Felix couldn’t make it today. He is seriously missing out on this root beer float!” Jeongin exclaimed, smiling in content as he drank the sugary concoction. 

“Alright, alright, save some for everyone else please.” You gave him a pointed look while grabbing two cups, “Chan, take over for me with the popcorn please. I’m going to bring these out.” Chan nods and salutes to you as if you were a captain and you laugh in response before making your way out of the kitchen. There were hushed voices as you approached the living room and you could somewhat make out what they were saying as you walked towards them. 

“I can’t believe I knowingly lost one hundred bucks to you.” Jisung expressed, shaking his head while not taking his eyes off the TV screen. The three of them sat around the television, not yet realizing that you were near.

“Well, a bet is a bet Jisung. But I told you not to do it, the whole thing was unnecessary to begin with.” The blonde boy–Hyunjin–insisted. “I mean he was going to ask her out anyways.” This made you stop in your tracks.

“Really? You think Changbin would’ve asked y/n out three weeks ago if it weren’t for my sponsorship?” Jisung laughed at this but you could barely hear what he was saying anymore as the sound of her heart beating and blood rushing to your ears overcame. 

“Honestly, you should just take the money back man it doesn’t feel ri-” Changbin didn’t finish his sentence as the sound of glass breaking filled the room. Three heads whipped in your direction and Changbin shot up from his seat to reach you. “Y/N are you okay?! What happened?” He grabbed your hands to make sure you weren’t injured but suddenly, his touch made your skin crawl. 

“Don’t touch me.” You whipped your hands out of his grasp and more hurried footsteps from the kitchen approached. 

“Chan, Jeongin, let’s head out now.” Your socks were soaked in a mixture of melted ice cream in soda but that was the last thing on your mind at the moment as you turned away from everyone and headed straight towards the door. Everyone looked like deers caught in the headlights as they watched the scenario in front of them.

“Wait, y/n please. I know you overheard what was said earlier but please let me explain.” There was desperation laced behind his words as he followed behind you and tried to stop you from leaving. 

“There is nothing for you to explain that I would want to hear Changbin!” Your voice was breaking and you could feel your eyes begin to water. You tried to blink away the tears but your vision became blurred as you tried grabbing your shoes and jacket at the door. He put his hands on the doorknob in an attempt to stall and clarify everything but with all the strength you could muster, you got the door open anyways and you were already halfway down his driveway before he could utter another word. 

Chan and Jeongin were lost as ever as to what they just witnessed, but they quickly collected their shoes and keys before dashing after you.

————  

“They’re all assholes y/n. No one could’ve seen this coming so don’t blame yourself for this.” Felix offered his words of comfort and everyone nodded in agreement. It had been a little over a week after the latest disaster in your life so the wound was still fresh, but you were grateful that your friends were there for you to offer support. 

“I know, you’re right. I guess I just can’t help but feel so naive for going along with this whole thing, even though I barely knew him!” Another sigh escaped your lips as you took another bite of one of Felix’s homemade brownies. These weren’t the cure-all for your heartache but they sure did relieve some of the sorrows. 

Of course your phone had blown up for the first couple of days after that night, but it all stopped when you blocked his number. There was no way he could reach you but that was nearly impossible. You made sure to steer clear of him and his friends whenever you guys happened to cross paths and besides the occasional attempts to approach you, to which you made sure to dodge, there was no drama at school. Basically, you had reverted back to the days where you didn’t know him. No words were exchanged nor glances. 

At school, you always put on a brave face and tried to mask the turmoil in your heart. It got easier as the days went by but some nights, really late into the night, your thoughts would keep you awake and everything would replay in your head. You tried to wish them away but they were imprinted in your brain. On those nights, you would rub the hot tears away until all that was left were the salty streaks on your cheeks. Tears were no stranger to you as of recently, after all you had spent days after the incident crying your eyes out until you felt numb. From frustration, anger, sadness, disappointment and everything else in between, you had felt it all. Why did a guy have such an affect on you? Rewind a month and a half and he wasn’t even in your life before. You were fine without him then and you could be fine without him now and in the future. Logically, you had already convinced yourself of all these things but emotionally, it took more time and effort. 

Later that day when the last bell had just rang and you were packing your belongings, a note fell out of your locker as you pulled some textbooks out.

“Oh a note? Could it be from a secret admirer?” Jeongin teased as he grabbed the folded up piece of paper and handed it to you. You rolled your eyes at his joke and grabbed the note. 

“Please, if anything it better be the answers to next week’s calc exam.” You threw the note in your backpack unfazed before swiftly putting your other items in and swiftly zipping it up. “Alright, shall we go grab some boba now?” You looked at your friends expectantly and they all cheered in unison, rushing towards the exit.

————  

All the while you had been ignoring him at school and expectedly blocking his number so all the texts came back unsent, Changbin had been beating himself up every day of every second. He didn’t even try to mask his emotions at school, much less when he was at home. It was obvious to anyone that merely glimpsed in his direction that he was upset and remorseful.

“Dude, you need to talk to her.” Jisung pointed out. Easier said than done though.

“I want to but you know I can’t. You know just as well as I do that she has been avoiding me like I’m a monster.” Changbin replied in an exasperated tone. 

“Well if it makes you feel any better, we’re getting the same treatment.” Jisung commented, which earned him a glare from Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin looks over at his best friend sympathetically and starts, “Bin, just give her some time. If things were meant to work out, then they will.” Jisung nods in agreement as the boy continues, “However, if you truly like her and think she’s worth the fight, then put in the effort and fight for it. Don’t idle and wait for this to fix itself because it won’t. Respect her boundaries but also find a way to get your words and feelings across to her.” 

“Damn Hyunjin, when did you get so philosophical?” Jisung noted and his friend just rolled his eyes and shrugged back. 

Changbin truly considered the words Hyunjin told him and he was right. There was no time to sit back and wait, and although he couldn’t directly speak to you one-on-one, there was another way he could think of to get the message across. 

————  

Chan had just dropped you off at your house and you waved goodbye, heading towards your room down the hall. For the last few hours, your curiosity had been gnawing at you as the perfectly folded paper sat amongst the other things in your bag. You dumped all the contents on your bed and dug around until you spotted the little white rectangle. 

You hadn’t opened or read it yet but frankly, you had already anticipated who it was written by. The note felt heavy in the palm of your hand so you had to prepare yourself. Sitting down at your desk, you switched on the lamp and took a deep breath before unfolding it. 

There, scratched onto the paper was the ever so familiar handwriting that you’ve seen on numerous occasions before–on his assignments, little notes he’d leave on the corner of your notebook as you guys studied together, and even the one month anniversary card you still had tucked in a drawer. 

Y/N, I am sorry. I know you don’t want to hear from me or see me or have anything to do with me anymore and I get it, what I did was so fucked up. The bet, it was stupid but I was even more stupid for accepting it. Yes, I had accepted a bet to ask you out and the terms were that if I did it successfully, I would get one hundred dollars.  

You had to take a second to pause before continuing. All the anger that you thought had passed had once again bubbled up to the surface as you read his words.

I knew it was pathetic at the time and I regret it deeply now more than ever for accepting such a proposal. You are worth so much more than that, in fact, to me, you are priceless. And I am not just saying that to save myself from this situation, I truly mean it. We haven’t really known each other for a great length of time but in the short period that we grew closer, I realized that I fell for the right person and I don’t regret for a second all the time that I spent with you. I completely admit to my faults and idiocy and you might not accept my apology and I am willing to accept that. I just have to let you know that I am extremely sorry for what I did because it hurt you and I had disregarded your feelings. 

Truthfully, and I swear on every behalf of me that I am being honest, I had already liked you. The bet is not what made me realize that I liked you, I had already known that for a while. I developed a crush on you some time ago and the bet was just a foolish excuse for motivating me to finally talk to you. Looking back, I really should’ve just built up the courage on my own and motivated myself, without any other factors, to approach you. Just please know that I was being sincere throughout all the days that I spent with you. 

I have no expectation by writing this, not your acceptance of my apology, not your forgiveness, or reconciliation. Hell, I don’t even expect you to read this. On the chance that you are, I just want to emphasize that I am very sorry for ever hurting you or putting you through all that shit because you didn’t do anything to deserve it and honestly, I really have no excuse for it. I truly am sorry Y/N. 

- Changbin 

The ink was starting to bleed from your tears and you tossed the letter aside on your desk. There was so much to process and understand. One read wasn’t enough honestly, but you were prepared to read it again that night so you turned off the desk lamp and got ready for bed. Not surprisingly, you barely got in a wink of sleep before the sun began to peek through the curtains of your window. Thankfully it was the weekend and you had no priorities so you maximized that to the fullest and stayed in bed until you forcefully had to get up to eat some food. 

While sitting at the counter and poking at your scrambled eggs, you mulled over the contents of the singular piece of paper that currently lay disarray on your desk. The words had been repeating themselves like a mantra in your head since you read them last night and it was hard to dismiss them. You felt at a loss for words and was utterly conflicted–a part of you wanted to just let everything go so you could move on but another part of you wanted to believe in his words and hear him out. It was a clear fork in the road and you were having a serious internal battle with yourself on which path to choose. However, this wasn’t a decision you wanted to rush blindly into so after clearing your dish, you went back into your room.

The paper was slightly crumpled and there were spots of running ink that had dried over the duration of the night. You re-read everything once in your head and once more aloud and you stopped there. Simply allowing the words to sink in so you could truly comprehend them and carefully construct your thoughts. Have you forgiven him? You weren’t sure yet. Have you accepted his apology? That was also unclear. Reconciliation was nowhere to be considered at the moment but one thing was certain, you wanted to hear these words in real life. You decided you deserved closure and maybe a part of you wanted that for him as well. 

————  

The next morning, you woke up and felt a bit better, almost refreshed. It had been a while since you’ve had some good sleep and last night felt like the turn over of a new leaf somehow. You hadn’t fully come to terms with everything quite yet but you felt a sense of relief after coming to the decision that you indeed wanted to hear him out, hopefully in person. That said, you grabbed your phone off the bedside table and with one push of a button, you unblocked his number. You knew that he wasn’t going to try to contact you first since he had already drawn the conclusion that you wanted nothing to do with him, based on the letter, so if you wanted to move forward with this, you had to reach out to him first. 

You stared at your phone screen for some time with the text screen open. All the previous conversations had been deleted so it was a clean slate, but there was definitely a sense of pressure to be the one initiating the connection again. Confrontation is never easy and it is probably no one’s cup of tea, however, there was really no point in prolonging this anymore so you began typing. 

[you] i read the letter and am willing to meet up if you are.

You didn’t want to dwell on the text for too long, otherwise you’d just psych yourself out and end up deleting the whole thing so you shut your eyes and hit the send button. Following that, you quickly put your phone on silent mode and flipped the phone face down on your table. 

“You did it y/n, you did your part. Now it’s up to him.” 

————  

The scenery was familiar, yet different. You were at the park again but it was the park nearby your house, not the one he had taken you to the first time around. The two of you were sat on a bench at opposite ends, watching as locals strolled by. Neither of you had said anything to each other yet besides a short “hi.” 

Not so long after, he began, “Thanks for taking the time to read what I wrote. I also really appreciate you reaching out to me afterwards and giving me your time today.” His words were soft, yet earnest, but you didn’t want to immediately let your guard down so you just nodded, not making eye contact with him. There was a pause before he continued. 

“You have already read the letter so I don’t want to waste this precious time with you uttering everything I wrote. I do want to say, however, that I positively meant every word I wrote to you and that I genuinely apologize for my mistake.” His hands were growing clammy and his heart felt like it was beating directly in his ears but he didn’t hesitate to keep going, “Y/N, you are such a joy to be around and it honestly felt surreal when we first went out together. Fuck, wait I take that back, it felt surreal the very first day when we spoke in the cafeteria. Everything after that was bliss to me.” You saw him close his eyes from your peripheral vision before opening them and looking back at you, even though you made no effort to reciprocate. Your heartstrings were being tugged at but you would not let yourself be swayed so easily again.

“C-Changbin,” His name came out choked, “you have to know that it is very hard for me to take your words for what they are right now. I feel like I have been lied to and betrayed and it’s not easy for me to just accept your words.” Your head was clouded with swirling emotions and you had a death grip on the bench, turning your knuckles white. 

“You have every right to feel that way Y/N. I broke the trust you had in me and I do not expect you to put your trust in me again after what I did. All the things I have said and continue to say, it is up to you whether you want to believe in them or not and I will respect that either way.” The words came to him so easily because there was nothing left for him to hide, the only way to give closure was to be completely open and raw with his thoughts, emotions, and words. “I hid the truth about the bet from you out of immaturity and a lack of awareness. Everything else about the time I spent with you was real though. I wasn’t putting up a front or making up any facades for myself, the person who you saw was me–he still is me. The me that liked you so very much and the same me who still wants to fight to make it work.” His spiel was unwavering, clear with firmness and resolution. You locked his with him, the familiar deep dark brown eyes you had previously adored. Silence enveloped you two again but it was not awkward, or tension-filled, but rather tranquil. His image was starting to blur and you looked down at your lap as the tears spilled over. His immediate reaction was to comfort you but he caught himself and retracted before he could reach you.

“A part of me wants to believe you…” You started, trying to keep your voice steady, “but another part of me tells me not to fall for it again.” Your eyes are pointed towards the sky as you can’t bare to look at him at the time being. The sky is blue and serene, dotted with some stray clouds. “I-I do accept your apology though. I really do.” The boy let out a small smile hearing you say that, but he wasn’t hopeful nor expecting anything else. His lips were sealed tight as he awaited to see if you would follow up. “That said, I can’t forgive you right now though.” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t saddened by those words, but he was not disappointed, in fact he had expected it, that did not make the pain anymore bearable though. “I also don’t know what will become of us in the future though. Whether we rekindle, become friends, or something less.” 

“I understand. Just, thank you then. Really, for hearing me out and acknowledging my apology. I couldn’t ask for anything more and am grateful. Before you leave, let me add one thing because I don’t know when or if I will be able to tell you this in the future…” He looked at you and this time, something inside you pulled you to look at him too. “I love you.” His voice cracked slightly but you heard the words loud and clear. Both of you guys’ eyes were glistening with unshed tears and you gave him a small, yet sincere smile as a silent recognition of the words. 

You got up from the bench which made him immediately get up as well, “Goodbye Changbin.” The words were so delicate but they would forever echo in his ears that night and the days moving forward, with the memory of you walking away from him. 

a/n: I’m seriously a sucker for the fake dating/bet trope and I feel like they’re a bit hard to come by so I am writing my own for self-indulgent purposes. That said, I hope you enjoyed this! It was a bit longer than I anticipated but I really did not want to split this up into multiple uploads so it’s just a lengthy one-shot. I decided to give the bet trope a bit of a twist b/c I think with this type of plot, it’s often that the person does it out of ill-intentions such as amusement or something like that. However, I thought it would be a refreshing take to make it out of “nice” intentions, not that there is really anything redeemable about such an action (in my opinion). Plus, Changbin is my bias and I really didn’t have the heart to make him a completely bad guy! That said, this is also somewhat open-ended so interpret that how you will, whether you want them to reconcile or not is up to your imagination! p.s. this is not proof read bc it’s 2 am and I’m on 9% battery so-

#skz imagines #skz au #stray kids imagines #stray kids au #stray kids oneshot #skz oneshots #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz bet au #skz fake dating au #changbin angst #changbin fluff #changbin oneshot

[lazystar]

Jeongin office fake dating crumbs while you all wait for me to finish writing it! Big shoutout to @yourfavbinerdgf for being my working editor and beta reader as I get through the behemoth of a plot in my noggin. For now I present to you all my FIRST ever moodboard for this tale. This is a reader insert so use the outfits and makeup photos for references to Y/N’s style and aesthetic. Y/N in this one is chaotic but elegant, Jeongin is so BF in suits. I spent so mf long trying to find a cubicle aesthetic for Y/N, Jeongin would maybe have like a coffee maker and his spreadsheets out tbh i don’t think he would decorate his cubicle. Maybe as he and Y/N grew closer he would have pics from their bestie dates.

Also we will have sm himbo Changbin core in this baby gworl is beefy and dumb in this.

office man Jeongin is so <loud train noises and construction equipment noises>.

#office au #coworkers to lovers #friends to lovers #stray kids x reader #fake dating #jeongin x reader #JEONGIN IN A SUIT #i’m barking #brb swooning

[forlix]

‧ ❆ ˚ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

— eight winter-themed fics for each member of stray kids written by myself (@forlix) and my sahar (@astraystayyh)! alternatively titled dead dick december lmfaooo

— important notes :

6/8 completed; last updated 3/19/24

no specific holidays are mentioned by name

gendered pronouns used only in chan's, minho's, and han's fics

minors & ageless blogs please dni w/ han's fic as it is nsfw

fics will be posted between dec. 2023 and mar. 2024

. . . also, we will be opening a taglist for this series! send me or sahar an ask or reply to either of our masterlists if you'd like to be added ♡ (minors and ageless blogs will not be tagged in han's)

pieces of you・bang chan・@astraystayyh・8.7k ⤷ single dad!chan, neighbors!au, fluff, angst, slow burn. posted 2/12/24.

in which you and chan are each other's missing pieces. alternatively, chan and his daughter come knocking at your apartment asking for flour, and he's suddenly no longer embarrassed when you open the door.

something has melted・lee minho・@forlix ⤷ spy x family!au, fake dating!au, fluff

your obnoxious coworkers never get off your ass about how single you are, and your temporary husband is too happy to make them eat their words.

burning in the winter wind・seo changbin・@astraystayyh・4.4k ⤷ (fake) enemies to lovers, college!au, hurt/comfort. posted 2/26/24.

sustaining an ankle injury during a ski retreat isn't fun. especially when seo changbin volunteers to stay back to tend to you—the one man you can never get a read on.

the snow falls, we fall apart・hwang hyunjin・@astraystayyh ⤷ roommates!au, friends to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort. posted 3/19/24.

when heartbreak looms on your life, and winter becomes a time you loathe, hyunjin helps you rewrite your memories with the season, and with it, everything you once believed about love.

(18+) empty my mind・han jisung・@forlix・6.4k ⤷ friends with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort. posted 1/6/24.

stars flare brightest in the absence of light, and you see his clearer than day.

everything has changed (besides myself)・lee felix・@forlix・5.4k ⤷ babysitter!au, exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. posted 12/9/23.

you spend three years loving him, six months losing him, and four hours waiting for him to get the hell out of your house. but the human heart is more stubborn than you know.

warm winter・kim seungmin・@forlix ⤷ established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

"i don't deserve you," he breathes, "but god, i want to."

please fall before i fall・yang jeongin・@astraystayyh・2.8k ⤷ childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, hint of unrequited love (they're idiots). posted 1/18/24.

three times you saved jeongin's ass and the one time he saved yours (and ended up confessing along the way).

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · all works are pieces of original writing and all characters and relationships are purely fictional. please do not repost or reuse for any reason.

#thank you to the best songwriter of our generation (aka han jisung) for these titles #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #*writing #SO EXCITED FOR THIS :")

[urszn]

❨ POPSTAR GF ❩ — park sunghoon

(📰) TOP NEWS ! after sunghoon gets forced to go with his friends to a concert he ends up bumping into a crying y/n aka the person who was supposed to be on stage performing, not knowing what to do he hugs her out of pity trying his best to comfort her, perhaps he shouldn’t have? because the next day he wakes up to one million followers on twitter and instagram and a text from y/n’s manager asking him to fake date her.

─ 𖥻breaking news ✧ ۫ ּ﹗ new couple ? (pairing) non idol/figure skater!sunghoon x popstar/soloist!fem reader

➤ WARNINGS ! cursing (duh), mentions of anxiety, more to be added !

➤ GENRE. social media au, written parts, romance, comedy, angst, slice of life, more to be added

➤ OTHER TRENDING TOPICS (features) ⋆ ࣪. ₊ ˚ jisung (NCT DREAM) wonyoung (IVE) hyunjin (STRAY KIDS) jeno (NCT DREAM), more to be added

“y/n’s discography playlist”

𖥔 SEARCHING FOR PROFILES… two results found !

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➤ CHAPTER l. guess i’m a party pooper

➤ CHAPTER ll. runaway popstar written + smau

➤ CHAPTER lll. sunghoon the fumbler.

➤ CHAPTER IV. trending & why r there gatcha life edits of me?

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#breaking news ! popstar gf (📰) #what szn ? @urszn #kflixnet #k labels #enhypen social media au #enha social media au #enhypen smau #enha smau #kpop imagines #enhypen x reader #sunghoon smau #sunghoon social media au #enhypen angst #enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fic #enha fluff #enha fanfic #enha sunghoon #sunghoon enha #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha au #enha reactions #enha x reader #enhypen jake #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen series #enhypen social au #enhypen imagines

[masterofmunson]

slipping through his fingers

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Ex!Reader AU

Summary: You’ve only wanted the best for Eddie, even if that means you’re no longer in his life. 

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: language, ANGST ANGST ANGST GALORE (I’m so sorry) with a happy ending

Author’s Note: this has been brewing in my drafts for a week. I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Just a few notes: this takes place in 1991 so Eddie’s 25 and the reader is 24! Also listen to love of my life by harry styles to get the full angsty experience. Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo 

The moment you step into the bar, you realize how much you regret agreeing to go on a double date with Annie, her boyfriend, and their friend they’ve been wanting to set you up with for the last several weeks.

The bar is way too crowded. You just want to go home and watch some trashy show before going to bed. Your day was especially long today at the hospital and the last thing you wanted was to sit in a crowded bar packed like sardines.

You know you can’t get out of the date. You can’t even pretend to be sick when your best friend knows it’s a fat lie. You just don’t want to be here in this shitty bar with shitty beer and shitty food.

Biting back the sigh threatening to spill from your throat, Annie drags you by the hand through the sea of people to a high top near the stage. She pulls away when she sees Malcolm sitting beside who you can only assume is your date for the night. You hate to admit it, but he’s incredibly handsome.

He’s muscular with thick arms and a broad chest. His face has a perfectly manicured beard and he has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. His hazelnut-colored hair is styled to perfection and he grins when Annie approaches.

Trailing behind her, you watch Annie kiss Malcom’s cheek affectionately and you stand awkwardly beside a chair. Heat creeps up your ears when the handsome stranger waves at you and you feel like the smile you try and fake turns into a grimace instead. You were already getting off on the wrong foot with this man.

Annie shrieks your name and pulls you towards the table, effectively towards the man across from you. “Seth, this is my best friend,” Annie introduced the two of you, grinning like crazy. You watch the handsome stranger —Seth— stick his hand out for you in a kind introduction. You shake his hand delicately and slide into the chair beside him, facing the stage. You shrug off your jacket and rest your purse on your lap.

“I’ve heard a lot about you!” Seth yelled over the music with a smile. “You’re a nurse, right?”

You nod in reply and glance over at Malcolm. He hops off his chair and hurries over to the bar, ordering drinks for you and Annie. “Yeah! How do you know Annie and Malcom?” you asked over the music.

“I’ve known Malcolm since we were kids. Annie’s doesn’t really stray far from him, as I’m sure you know.”

You smile at his answer and laugh, nodding along. They’ve been together for three years now. You try not to remind yourself of the time when they first started dating. It was the worst time of your life, having gone through an awful breakup.

“Thanks for humoring Annie and meeting me. I know you would probably rather be anywhere but in a crowded bar waiting for a band to play with a guy you just met.”

“There’s a band playing tonight?” you asked, sipping on your beer. “Annie didn’t tell me.”

Seth grins. “Yeah. It’s some heavy metal band Malcolm and I have been listening to over the last couple years. They’re really talented and they’ve gotten really successful.”

You laugh, quirking a brow at him. “Are you one of their groupies?” you teased.

A soft blush covers his cheeks and he ducks his head down to hide his smile from you. Seth runs a hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck bashfully. He shakes his head. “No, just a big fan.”

“What’s the band called? Should I start listening to them after tonight?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

You choke on your beer and the wind is knocked out of you. Seth’s eyes widen and he rests a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Your head spins and you tug at the neck of your blouse, attempting to relieve the tightness in your neck. Your breathing sputters and you stumble off your chair. Annie’s brows pinch together, worry etched across her face.

Grabbing your purse, you hurry through the crowd towards the bathroom. Annie yells after you as you storm into the bathroom, clutching at the counter. The door pushes open and Annie stands in front of you apologetically. She smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of her neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was going to be here performing?” you asked her with a frown.

“I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t want to come on the date,” Annie admitted.

“You’re damn right I wouldn’t,” you hissed. “It’s been three years since I’ve seen him and you know how bad our break up was.”

“I know, but like you said, it’s been three years. You’ve moved on, Eddie’s in your past. Can you please come back to the table? Seth really likes you.”      

You let out a childish huff and roll your eyes at your best friend. Washing your hands, you leave the bathroom and return to the table. You didn’t care that it’s been three years since the last time you saw Eddie. Every now and then your mind wanders back to him if you let yourself reminisce on the past.  

You wonder what he’s been up to over the last three years. When you were together, the band started to take off. They performed at bars and clubs across San Diego nearly every night until a music producer offered to sign them to his record company after one of the sold out shows at a nearby theater.

You were ecstatic, thrilled that Eddie and the band were finally getting the recognition they deserved. Their hard work was finally paying off. They didn’t have to rely on their minimum wage jobs anymore to make a living. They were pursuing their dreams to be rockstars.

Their first tour was a major success, even though they performed in smaller venues across the west coast. They were itching to make it big, even though it took time. You always admired Eddie’s drive to succeed. He never took no for an answer and it got him far in life.

You would go to his shows on the weekends when your schedule allowed. You hated that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as before. You were busy with school and your clinical rounds at the hospital to go weeks on end touring with Eddie.

You wanted a career of your own, which Eddie understood, but the days, weeks, and some times months apart started to put a strain on your relationship. Every phone call you exchanged grew shorter and shorter with each day. When Eddie wouldn’t answer, there was a hole in your heart in the shape of him.

You missed how things were before Corroded Coffin rose to fame. You missed visiting the autobody shop Eddie used to work at and surprising him with lunch. You missed the excitement you felt whenever you snuck him into your dorm room at night. You missed feeling like a priority to him.

Your relationship fell apart on a Wednesday night. You begged Eddie for a date night the night before. You hadn’t had alone time together in a while and you couldn’t remember the last time you went on a date. You bought a brand-new outfit for the occasion and a racy lingerie set as a surprise for him. Eddie promised to meet you at the restaurant when they were done recording, but he never showed up.

The embarrassment you felt as you waited for him for nearly an hour would always stay with you. The pitying stares and soft smiles sent in your direction burned the back of your head as you drank yourself stupid to try and mask the pain you felt.

You left soon after you finished the bottle of wine you bought and hailed a cab home. When you walked through the front door to your apartment, Annie was surprised to see you home so early. You told her you wouldn’t be home until the morning because you planned on spending the night over at Eddie’s apartment.

The moment the door shuts behind you, you drop your purse to the ground and cry pathetically. Annie coaxes you to the couch and pulls you into her arms. You cry against her shoulder, ruining the makeup you perfected just for the date. Your mascara smears and you stain Annie’s t-shirt with your foundation.

Between your sobs, you tell her everything. You tell her how long you waited for Eddie at the restaurant until you made the decision to leave and come home. Your fingers cling to the blanket splayed across her lap as you voice what you’ve been trying to ignore: Eddie’s pulling away from you and you’re no longer a priority of his.

You suppose that you’re also to blame for the fall of your relationship. You and Eddie have been dating for the last four years and fell into a routine when you made the decision to go to California for school to be closer to Eddie. He was thrilled when you told him you would be coming with, and when you made it to California, you hadn’t expected for things to change so drastically between the two of you.

You thought it was going to be easy. It’s you and Eddie. It’s always been the two of you together. Who are you without each other? He’s your other half, your soulmate, the person you can’t live without, but you came to the stunning realization that the dreams you shared about starting your lives together in the future weren’t shared by him. Eddie chased his dream to be a star and left you behind.

For as long as you’ve been together, you were always on the same path. You and Eddie were going the same direction and then you slowly started to divert away from each other. You were holding him back and you only wanted the best for him. As much as you wanted to stay together because it’s what you know and what you’re used to, you have to let Eddie go.

You want different things now. You want something secure, tangible, something of what you had when things were easier and you didn’t feel second best. Eddie would always want more for the band and he would do anything to get it. You wouldn’t get in the way of his dreams.

Wiping away your tears, you let out a shaky breath and walk to the bathroom to take a warm shower. When you’re done getting ready for the night, you lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and there’s a soft knock on your bedroom door.

“Eddie’s here,” Annie murmured, poking her head through your door. “I can tell him you’re asleep if you don’t want to see him.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” you sighed, kicking your sheets off your legs and climbing out of bed.

Walking down the hall to the front door, you open it and slip outside. Eddie smiles sheepishly at you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. He rocks back on his heels anxiously and bends down to kiss your cheek.

“I’m so sorry I missed date night,” he apologized. “I lost track of time and Jeff came up with this incredible song idea for the next album and we just had to finish it. I can’t wait—”

“Eddie, stop,” you interrupted firmly, pushing a hand against his chest in order to create space between the two of you. Eddie’s soft smile crumbles and turns into a frown instead. He reaches out to touch you and you take a step away from him. The silence weighs heavily on your shoulders and you let out a huff. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable. If you didn’t do it now, it would only make things harder. “I think we should break up.”

Your heart drops to the depths of your stomach as the words escape your mouth. Your throat tightens and you feel like there’s cotton in your cheeks. The words hang over Eddie like a dark cloud as he digests your words. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. It’s like you punched Eddie in the gut with the wounded look across his face. He hadn’t expected you to break up with him.

“W-What?” he stuttered as tears glossed over his eyes. “I know I’ve been distant lately, but it’s only because we have the album to work on and tour coming up soon. I can ask David to cut our schedule in half if you’re worried about the distance. I know I haven’t been putting a lot of effort into our relationship lately, but I’m willing to work on it. We can cut some of our hours in the studio so that I—”

“Eddie, stop,” you said again through your tears. You bite your bottom lip and turn to look down the hall of your apartment to avoid looking at him. “I’m not going to ask you to do that. I don’t want to get in the way of your success. I’m holding you back and I don’t want to make you choose.”

“You’re not,” he pleads, closing the gap between you and holding your face between his hands. Eddie rests his forehead against yours as the tears slide down both your cheeks. “You’re the reason why I’m so successful. I wouldn’t be where I am without your love and support. I’m nothing without it. I’m sorry if I make you feel unimportant. I’ve been so wrapped up in Corroded Coffin that I’ve lost sight of you… of us and you’re the best part of my life. Please don’t let us go.”

You blow out a shaky breath and close your eyes momentarily, basking in Eddie’s loving embrace one last time. His rough, calloused fingers brush against your soft cheeks and you breathe him in. The scent of weed, a deep musk, and tobacco fills your nose. You sniff quietly and swallow hard.

“It’s… it’s better this way. You get to live your dream without me holding you back. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you throw your career away in order to be with me. What kind of person would that make me if I did? I have to let you go. I’m sorry,” you whispered through your tears, pulling away from him for the last time. You wipe away your tears with the back of your hand and look at Eddie’s warm brown eyes. They’re broken with tears as he looks at you. “Goodbye, Eddie.”

You turn your back towards him and sneak back into your apartment. Shutting the door behind you, you run to your room and cry yourself to sleep.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seth asked, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder when you return to the table. His bright, blue eyes stare at you curiously.

You laugh nervously and nod in reply. “Yeah, sorry. I think I just ate something funny before I came here,” you lied, downing the rest of your beer. “I’m getting another beer, do you want one?”

Seth nods and you hurry to the bar to grab two drinks. When you walk back to the table and slide into your seat, the house lights dim and the crowd cheers. You hold your breath as the silhouettes of the band appear against the backdrop on the stage before they walk out one at a time.

You feel 18 again when Eddie steps on stage. You suddenly feel like you’re back in Hawkins at the Hideout watching Eddie perform for the first time. You can’t help the look of awe that paints your face as you stare at Eddie.

The three years apart did him well. He’s dressed in a loose fitted t-shirt and his arms are incredibly muscular. Tattoos of all kinds paint his skin and his long hair sits messily on his shoulders. The longer you stare at Eddie, the faster your heart races. Your throat goes dry and blood rushes to the tips of your ears.

You watch with rapt intensity as Eddie walks to the center of the stage. He picks up his guitar and glances back at Gareth. He hits his drumsticks together three times before the thundering sound of Eddie’s guitar roars through the bar. You see Seth glance at you with a grin in the corner of your eye.

You never thought you would see Eddie again. You hadn’t imagined watching him perform again either. You feel like you were stuck in a dream. This was your brain’s way of mocking you. It was a constant reminder that you made the biggest mistake of your life by breaking up with him. It would haunt you forever and you couldn’t dream up what if scenarios had things been different.

By the look on Eddie’s face as he makes his way through the set list, you know you made the right decision. He belonged up on stage. It’s where he thrived. It’s what he was always meant to do. Eddie was always meant to be a rockstar.

It only confirmed what you know to be true: you would’ve held Eddie back had you stayed together. You wonder for a brief second if he’s ever grateful that you broke up with him all those years ago. Who’s to say what would’ve happened if Eddie did ask for the schedule to be cut in half to make more time for you? He probably wouldn’t be here had he done it. “Can we turn the house lights on for just a second?” Eddie asked into the mic as he took a sip of water. “I want to see the beautiful crowd!” the bar patrons and fans alike cheer and the lights turn on seconds later.

Eddie squints at the harsh light filling the room. His eyes scan the bar and he laughs, “I see why the lights are off,” he teased as the crowd laughs at his joke. You don’t bother trying to hide the smile on your face. You watch him look over the audience and then his eyes find yours and you feel time stop.

Your heart thunders against your chest as Eddie sees you for the first time in three years. His eyes widen in shock as he stares at you in disbelief. His doe, brown eyes fill with surprise and awe, his mouth slightly a gap.

Warmth flushes up your neck and across your face the longer he stares at you. You shrink into your chair and smile bashfully at him with a small wave. You ignore the worrying glance Annie gives you and the look of confusion across Seth and Malcolm’s faces.

Eddie stutters into the microphone and tears his eyes away from you. His cheeks flush a deep red and he scratches the back of his neck anxiously. “Uh… anyway!” he said, “It’s been a pleasure being with you all tonight. This is our last song of the night.”

The house lights turn off in favor of the stage lights and the bass thunders against your chest. You feel like you can barely breathe through the entirety of the song. Your ears ring from the loud noise and the sound of Eddie singing in your ear.

When the song ends, they all wave and bow towards the audience as the crowd claps for them. They leave in a cloud of smoke and the lights turn on again. A sigh of relief leaves your throat and you lean back in your chair, taking a large gulp of your second beer of the night. Annie reaches across the table and squeezes your hand.

“You okay?” she asked gently.

You nod, swallowing the alcohol in your throat. “I’m fine, Annie,” you answered.

“Do you… do you know the lead singer?” Seth asked you with a curious gaze.

You swallow hard, considering how to answer. “You could say that,” you really hoped with your short and incredibly vague answer that Seth would drop the subject altogether, but it’s Annie who comes to your rescue.

“Malcolm and I were going to head to his place,” she offers, “would you crazy kids like to take the party there?”

“No, thank though. I’ll finish my beer and head home,” you declined with a polite smile.

“I’ll stay too,” Seth replied.

“You don’t have to,” you told him. “I don’t want to ruin the fun. You can go with; I’ll survive on my own.”

Seth smiles gently at you. “Why would I go when the party’s staying with you?”

God, was that corny. You try and refrain from wincing at him. You hug Annie and Malcolm goodbye and watch them disappear out the door. You really hoped that Seth would’ve gone with them. You wanted to be left alone and wallow in your own self-pity. You weren’t in the mood to be on a date anymore.

You turn your head to the direction of the stage door when you hear it creak open. Gareth, Jeff, and Eddie spill out the back and into the bar. They’re grinning like idiots and as they attempt to walk to the bar counter, Eddie’s immediately surrounded by a small group of women. A bitter smile reaches across your face. It’s good to know that some things haven’t changed since you saw each other last.

Gareth and Jeff squeeze past them and make a bee-line to the bar. The older patrons sitting at the counter shake their hands and congratulate them on their good performances as beers slide into each of their hands. With their backs to the bar, they stare out into the crowd and Jeff’s eyes light up when they land on you. You watch him nudge Gareth in the side and nod towards you before they walk the small distance from the bar to your table.

“It’s so good to see you!” Jeff gushed, pulling you in for a hug you weren’t expecting. He leans back with his hands on your shoulders to get a better look at you. “This is such a nice surprise. How have you been?”

Your once hesitant smile turns genuine at your old friend’s greeting. It was nice to see them, despite everything you’d gone through with Eddie. Gareth and Jeff had been your friends once, but you cut them off too when you broke up with Eddie. It was too painful to be around them when you knew Eddie was nearby.

Jeff steps away from you and allows Gareth the opportunity to greet you with a hug. It’s warm and tight and reminds you of home.

“I’m good. You guys were incredible as always,” you trailed off, “Eddie, too.”

They smile apologetically at you and it feels weird to have his name leave your mouth after all these years. You talk quietly and politely introduce Seth to your old friends.

“How do you guys know each other?” Seth asked with intrigue.

“We went to high school together,” Gareth answered.

Seth nods and you talk quietly amongst yourselves and catch up for several minutes before your old friends are pulled away by a group of fans. You wave goodbye to them and turn back to your beer. It remained mostly untouched through the entirely of Corroded Coffin’s set. You take a long sip and resist the urge to look over at Eddie.

“Did you want to go to your place or mine after this?” Seth asked with a sly grin, reaching across the small space between you and squeezing your thigh.

You brush his hand off you and blench at him. You hop off your chair and it screams under the hardwood floor. “You seem like a nice guy, Seth, but I’m really not interested. The only reason I came was because Annie asked me to, not because I wanted to,” you replied honestly, shrugging your purse over your shoulder.

Seth frowns at your blatant rejection. He hadn’t expected you to say no. “You’re joking, right?” you shook your head. Seth’s once gorgeous face turns down into a sneer the longer he stares at you. “You’re an ugly bitch anyways. I don’t know why Malcolm insisted on meeting you.”

You glare at him and your hand wraps around the glass of beer you abandoned as you splash the liquid on his face. Gasps of surprise fill your ears but you’re so enraged to notice all the eyes on you. “If I’m such an ugly bitch,” you hissed under your breath, “why did you want to sleep with me, asshole?”

You slam the empty glass on the table just as security is about to escort you out. “I’m going!” you yelled. “There’s no need to escort me out, I know where the door is.”

You storm out of the bar into the crisp night air. Your heart beats wildly against your chest and you can’t help but cry tears of shame, embarrassment, but most importantly regret, on the walk home.

You stop in your tracks when you hear Eddie’s unmistakable voice chasing after you. You did not want Eddie Munson to see you cry after not seeing each other for three years. You pinch your nose and square your shoulders as he approaches you from behind.

“Are you okay? I saw what happened back there,” he said, standing in front of you.

You let out a shaky breath and meet his eyes. You never thought you would be this close to Eddie ever again. You roll your eyes as a tear touches your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle,” you said with a sniff. “Just another entitled prick upset that I said no.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

The silence that follows is heavy and deafening. It has you itching to sprint the rest of the way home. This wasn’t what you pictured your reunion to be like. The last thing you expected was for him to see you cry over a stupid date.

“Don’t be. I should be the one saying sorry. You’re out here instead of at the bar. You didn’t have to come check on me.”

“I wanted to,” he murmured quietly with a light blush to his cheeks. “I just… I had to see you.”

“Eddie,” you warned with a pointed brow, “don’t.”

“Can you blame me?” he asked with a laugh. “It’s been three years and when I see you again, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time all over again.”

“Stop it. Stop talking. Go back to the bar, Eddie,” you demanded firmly, stepping around him and returning your journey home.

You must be dreaming. There’s no way Eddie Munson is running after you. You’re dreaming. This is your mind playing tricks on you. This is a cruel joke. You’re not the protagonist in a John Hughes film. The man you loved and had to let go was not chasing after you all the way home.

“No!” Eddie shouted, running after you and blocking your path. His eyes are wide with determination and he rests his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I am not leaving you, not again. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Fat tears coat your cheeks. You shake your head. “It’s been three years, Eddie.”

“And I’ve thought about you every day since.”

“Stop it. You’re making this so much harder. Please, just let me go.”

Eddie reaches to cup your face in his hands and the worn calloses on his fingertips brush against the tops of your cheeks. He swipes your tears away and his big, warm doe eyes stare back at you. Tears gloss over Eddie’s eyes.

“I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again.”

You tear yourself from his gentle embrace and look out into the street. Cars drive past you and people walk up and down the strip where most of the bars were where you lived. You swallow hard. “It’s better this way,” you muttered quietly.

“For who?” Eddie can’t help but yell. “You?”

You turn and look at Eddie with a menacing glare and shove him in the shoulder. All the pent-up emotions you’ve suppressed over the last three years came bubbling to the surface. You should’ve known that this conversation was going to happen. You should’ve left the bar earlier when you had the chance.

“No!” you yelled back, “For you! You got what you wanted, Eddie. You’re a rockstar. You’re rich and famous. It’s all you ever wanted. You were always meant for bigger things. You should be thanking me! If I didn’t break up with you, you probably wouldn’t be where you are right now.”

Eddie shakes his head at you, grabbing at his hair. This was not how either of you pictured reuniting. “I would’ve had you had we stayed together. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. None of this means anything to me if I don’t get to share it with you,” he confessed, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand.

You shake your head in denial. “That’s… that’s not true. You would’ve resented me for asking you to sacrifice your career to make me happy and I couldn’t do that. I knew that when the band started to blow up, that we were on different paths. I was busy with nursing school and I knew after I graduated that I wanted to get married and have kids eventually. I couldn’t ask you to settle down when you were just taking off. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me.”

The silence between the two of you is deafening. Now Eddie knows the truth. The weight on your chest lifts and a deep sigh leaves your throat. Eddie stares at you like a fish out of water. You step around him and ignore the tears blurring your vision as you resume the journey home.

Eddie yells your name again and grabs you by the wrist. His fingers slip through yours and he squeezes gently. “If you asked me, I would’ve said yes. I loved you… I still love you. I would do anything for you. It would’ve been hard getting married and having kids when Corroded Coffin started to take off, but at least we would’ve had each other. You’re all I’ve ever needed. You were always my priority, but I was losing sight of what was important to me, and then you left. I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Another onslaught of tears makes their way to the corners of your eyes and Eddie caresses your cheek in the palm of his hand. His forehead rests against yours and he brushes his nose against your cheek. You sniffle quietly and meet his brown eyed gaze, swallowing hard. “Do you mean that?”

“Have I ever lied to you about anything?”

You shake your head, a soft laugh bubbling through your throat. “No.”

Eddie’s mouth presses into yours. He swallows your surprise and pours every ounce of love and passion into the kiss. The kiss was three years in the making. He kisses you like a starved man. It makes your stomach twist. Eddie kisses you slowly, savoring each delicate breath the bled into his mouth. Your fingers press into his chest and squeeze the fabric of his t-shirt. Eddie smiles against your lips and his teeth kiss your skin. Your spine tingles and blood rushes to the tips of your ears.

His hand slides to the back of your neck and tangle in your hair. Eddie presses his chest against yours and you taste the saltiness of each other’s tears. He holds you in place, his free hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you on to your toes. It makes you gasp and he pokes his tongue into your mouth before pulling away for air.

You breathe hard, catching your breath and resting your hands against Eddie’s chest. Warmth spreads across your body, up your neck, and into your cheeks. You have only dreamed about this moment for the last three years.

“I’m not letting you get away this time,” he whispered into the night air. “I lived without you for three years, and I’m never doing that again.”

“I don’t want to, either,” you replied, kissing him again.      

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[jwirecs]

Recommended Misc Fics of June 2022💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez, txt, seventeen & straykids of june! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writes 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

HYBRID AU’S

Project Omen || @uhmingi​​​​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect, aside from the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you.

MAFIA AU’S

Entropy || @in-san-ity​​​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ things never went according to plan; career wise, family wise, relationship wise and especially not when you were suddenly saddled with an infant to raise but you learned to roll with the punches. except the next challenge you were about to face wasn’t a punch, it was a machine gun.

Tame || @cocobeanncteez​​​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ (no summary)

SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S

The Coffee House Diaries || @escapewriter​​​💕💔🔄

↳ A world in which the students of KQ University frequently visit a well known coffee shop; The Coffee House Diaries. You would think it‘s for the coffee, which it is but in reality, it’s to be able to find love and be put on the love of fame.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S

Forelsket || @escapewriter​​​​​💕💔✅

↳ a boring summer with you and your best friend led you both to do some dumb things, one being texting your number neighbor. however, things take a toll when your number neighbor isnt the person who they say they are.

Love Hard || @wondernus​​💕💔✅

↳ kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?

Midnight Train || @svtfilms​​💕💔🔄💯(ON PAUSE)

↳ befriending the cute boy on the train was only the first of your worries — can you handle his flirtatious behavior and oddly mysterious past? or in which taking the train late at night sometimes does have its perks.

The Kids Are Going To Be Alright || @wondernus​​​​💕💔✅💯💯

↳ when an unexpected accident leaves you and your blind date from five years ago to become caretakers of your mutual goddaughter, you are forced to learn how to navigate parenthood all while trying to balance work and social life. 

WEREWOLF AU’S

Tales From The Pack || @gamerwoo​​ 🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ (no summary)

WRITTEN SERIES

My Daisy || @wonwoonlight​​💕💔✅

↳ when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you’re pretty sure this wasn’t what you signed up for.

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice || @starlightxsvt​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Welcome to the Sugar and Spice website! Scroll below to find your ideal type of sugar daddy!

Terrifyingly Innocent || @twogyuu​​💕💔🔄💯

↳ Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S

Face The Music || @0x1lovebot​​💕💔✅

↳ y/n runs an anonymous twitter fan account for the famous rap trio that goes to her school, 3racha and one day she professes her love and appreciation for bang chan on said account. now chan is on a mission to find out who it is.

Would I Lie To You? || @xiaotingluvs​​ 💔✅

↳ with the sudden death of a student at jyp university, cops and detectives try to find the killer. at the same time, students who are new to the school find themselves in these events. can friendships, brotherhoods, lovers still stand strong despite the lies, complexities and secrets?

SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S

A Star Called You || @scintillasofbeomgyu​​💕💔✅

↳ yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show “dear sputnik”, where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don’t listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they’ve silently had a crush on for the past four years.

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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[thelargefrye]

MY SECRET CONFESSION … blurb

pairing : karina x idol!f!reader (platonic) ; poly!ateez x idol!f!reader (romantic)

genre : idol au, comedy, fluff, best friends

word count : 2k ... this was suppose to be short

warnings : language

time : december 2021

in which karina finds out about your relationship with the boys.

if you had to pick one idol that was your best friend aside from the boys, you would pick karina. you and her connected and got along well immediately.

however, despite being so close with her, you haven't told her about your relationship with the boys. not because you don't trust, but more so because you were worried about how she react. granted your relationship wasn't the most conventional in the world.

so you decided that you would never tell her.

which seemed to work well for the most part. except for the fact that she was trying to figure out who you liked because you had to like someone.

it was during award show season and karina had beckoned you over to sit with her and the other girls. karina beamed a bright smile as you sat down and she happily shared the blanket she was using to cover her legs with you.

"did you see stray kids perform?" she asked and you had to stop yourself rolling your eyes at her quesiton. oh boy, here we go.

"i did," you answer, suddenly being aware of all the thousand of eyes around you both.

"annnnd?" she asked, nudging you a little bit.

"they were cool."

"ugh, you are literally no fun, unnie," she pouted making you laugh at her expression.

"their not my type," you simply tell and she gives you a rather deadpanned look that once again makes you laugh.

"you say that about everyone."

"right... because they're not my type," right after you say that, you are greeted with the sight of your boyfriends walking up to the seating area. you try your best to not look at them, still aware of the camera; however, you look up and make eye contact with seonghwa and you can't help the little wave you give him. he return your wave with a smile as he walks past you.

unfortunately, you soon regret that as karina had seen the wave and how you immediately got shy and flustered by seonghwa.

"oh. me. gee. you like seonghwa!" she whisper shouts, eye about to pop out of her head.

"hush!" you say looking at her with surprise. "i don't need all of korea to know," you tell her and you see the gears in her head begin to turn.

you were thankfully that you thought quickly in that moment, "pretending" to have a crush on seonghwa so she would leave you alone about your relationship. you mean... it wasn't like you were lying about having a crush on seonghwa, you really did, but what she didn't know is that you were already dating him.

it was fine. she wouldn't drag this out... would she?

you were wrong.

she did drag it out and also managed to get her members involved.

it was probably about a few weeks later when karina stopped by your dressing room, an excited smile on her face.

"do you care if i borrow her for a little bit?" karina asks eunji, your manager, who allows you to go off with your friend.

"just be back before you have to go on stage," she says and you nod your head allowing karina to drag you off towards her group's dressing.

"why does this look like an intervention?" you joke when you see the other aespa girls sitting in their dressing room, waiting for you both. you and karina come in and sit down with them, all four girls looking at you with wide, expecting eyes. as if waiting for you to tell them something. "what?"

"why didn't you tell us you liked seonghwa-sunbaenim?" winter questions you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

oh. this is what this is about. you looked over to karina, faking a betrayed glare before turning back to winter.

"well... it just never really came up," you say with a shrug, unsure of what to say.

"you have to talk to him!" ningning spoke up excitedly. "i just know he feels the same about you," she adds with a beaming smile.

"how do you know?" you ask with a laugh.

"because we've noticed how he sneaks glances at you all. the. time," giselle speaks up, "he thinks no one notices but we do."

"ugh, i was the one that pointed it out to you," karina says, offended. "he looks at you like you are the literally light of his life."

"that's how he always looks," you say and you aren't wrong. that's just how beautiful and bright seonghwa's eyes always are.

"no, no, no– this is different," winter says, waving her hands in front of her as if to get you to understand them. "he looks at you like he's in love with you." well, she's not wrong. "so you definitely need to talk to him."

you let out a sigh knowing that they won't drop this until they physically see you talking with seonghwa. "okay, fine."

the four girls let out a cheer as they stand up from their seats, clapping and high-fiving each other.

"let's go do it right now!" karina says, pulling you from your seat and dragging you out of their waiting room.

you were really starting to regret this, you think as you walk down the hallway by yourself. karina hiding behind a corner, watching as you walked up to seonghwa and hongjoong who were at one of the vending machines.

"hey, guys," you say and you note how nervous you feel. knowing that your friend was watching you try to talk to the two older males.

hongjoong beams at you first, looking up from his drink to you with his bright smile. "hey jagiya," he says. he doesn't try to lean in for a hug, well aware that you all are still in public with prying eyes. you were honestly surprised he called you the endearing name.

"hey, joongie, hwa," you say as you fiddle with the lace of your shorts. your eyes flicker between your two boyfriends and hongjoong immediately notices your nervousness. his hand coming up to massage your shoulder before letting his hand trail down your back.

"you okay, baby?" hongjoong asks softly and you nod your head before licking your chapped lips. that's when seonghwa finally looks up at you, eyes just as concerned as hongjoong's.

"i'm fine," you say as you straighten your outfit out and you note how seonghwa's eye flicker over you before their meeting your own. "just... a little nervous is all."

"ah, baby," seonghwa says with a smile, his hand reaching for yours before he's pulling you into his embrace. you have to stop yourself from fully melting into his hold, remembering that karina is at the other end, watching. "you'll do great during your performance. you've worked so hard."

if only it was your performance that you were nervous about.

"yeah... um, so karina also stopped by my dressing room earlier," you tell them and they both look at you with amused eyes. they knew all about the female idol trying to set you up with other idols. they found it just as funny as you found it affectionately annoying.

"and?" hongjoong prompts you to continue.

"well..." you begin trailing off, "i might have told her that i had a crush on seonghwa at the last award show, and now she's wanting me to talk to you." seonghwa couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the news, "her and her members are convinced that you are in love with me."

"well, they're not wrong," he says giving you a smile. you know this is feeding his ego and he's eating it all up right now. you can't help but roll your eyes a little bit, and for a quick moment you forgot about karina as you got absorbed in your two boyfriends.

"our pretty muse has all the admirers," hongjoong teases as he wraps an arm around your waist. he gives your waist a comfortable squeeze before he's giving you a kiss to your temple.

"joongie," you grumble and seonghwa laughs before he's leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

"you can tell karina that you succeeded in talking with me," he teases and that's when it finally comes back to you. you let out a startled gasps as you back away from hongjoong's hold, both males looking equally as shocked. "what's wrong?"

you don't say anything as you whip your head around to see karina at the end of the hallway. mouth agape and in complete shock like you are your boyfriends are. you had completely forgotten she was there, watching.

"fuck," you mumble under your breath as you take off down the hallway, leaving hongjoong and seonghwa to try and wrap their heads around what just happened.

karina is stuttering in an attempt to speak as you near her, but you don't let her say anything as you pull her away and into the nearest empty room.

"y-y-you and... WHAT!?" you cringe at her loudness before covering her mouth with your hand.

"i will explain, but you need to promise to never tell anyone. that includes the other girls okay?" you say, voice as serious as you can make it. karina only nods, eye wide in shock as you remove your hand.

"the reason i always avoided your questions about who i like is because i've been dating someone... ones for several years now."

"ones? so you're dating both hongjoong and seonghwa?" she asks, eyebrow raised in confusion.

"not... not just hongjoong and seonghwa," you begin and she urges you to continue with a nod of her head. "i'm dating all the members of ateez and they are also dating each other."

you never thought karina could be made speechless, but here you are looking at her as no words come out of her mouth.

"i'm sorry i never told you, but... you have to understand that its not really something i can just tell people," you explain and still she says nothing.

"jimin?" you call her by her real name and that seems to snap her out of her shock.

"that's... not what i was expecting. all eight of them?" she asks.

"all eight."

"wow, i think i need to sit down," she says and you are quick to pull out a chair for her.

the two of you sit in silence for a few moments until its broken by a soft knock on the door. you both turn to see it opening and hongjoong poking his head in, a shy smile on his face as he greets you both. you just see seonghwa standing behind him.

"you guys can come in, i told her," you say as your two boyfriends come in both a lot more sheepishly than they were earlier.

"i guess it makes sense," she comments earning your attention. "i always thought it was odd how they all looked at you the same way seonghwa did. i thought maybe you all were just close friends or something which would have explained why i've seen some of them in your dorm. but now... knowing you're all dating, its like... i don't know."

"jimin, i'm sorry i didn't tell–

"no, i understand why. this is a big secret and sometimes its hard to know who to trust in this industry," she says, cutting you off as she stands up and in front of you. "thank you for telling me." she adds and you feel your heart flutter at her smile.

you can't help but pull her into your arms to hug her. you immediately feel ten times better when she returns the hug, and you have to stop yourself from suddenly wanting to cry.

when the two of you pull away, you turn to look at hongjoong and seonghwa who are smiling softly at you having watched the interaction unfold. you smile at them before pulling the two of them into a hug as well.

when you break away that's when karina speaks up, "listen here, if any of you hurt y/n-unnie, then i will make sure you live the rest of life in eternal hell," she threatens before pulling you to her and then skipping out of the room.

you note how pale your two boyfriends are right as the door closes behind you two and you continue back down the hallway. leaving them alone once again.

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[thotforcsy]

open your eyes and see

(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairing: hyunjin/jisung (♡) rating: not rated (♡) 84,366 words (♡) complete (7/7) (♡) series: see attachment a

Ever since they were children, Jisung and Hyunjin have never particularly gotten along. It's a given fact of life: the sky is blue, the sun sets in the west, and Hwang Hyunjin and Han Jisung hate each other. But then their friends somehow get it into their heads that they're dating and instead of setting them straight, the pair decide it's in their best interests to play along.

(In Jisung's defence, it isn't even his idea.)

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[irisintheafterglow]

HAND THREE - TWO PAIR

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a date is had.

wc: 2.5k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, some swearing, banter and dialogue driven, fake dating, pining and tension, todoroki enji jumpscare LOL

note: the two wolves living inside me is one wanting to rush the hell out of slow burn and the other telling me to make it painfully slow. however, i broke a little and made the pining a little obvious in this chapter oops. one day i will achieve the emotional release of s2 bridgerton bee sting scene. hope you enjoy !!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

“Show.” 

“You first.”

“I’m royalty.”

“And I have the higher stack. Now, show,” you repeat and he scoffs, the corner of his mouth tugging upward and creasing the deep purple scars on his cheek. He turns his two cards face-up and, sure enough, you’d snatched another victory from the self-proclaimed Prince of Calculation. “I win again,” you smile and he begrudgingly pushes the pot to your side of the table, an amalgamation of garden pebbles, stray buttons, and a few gold coins you managed to produce. You were using whatever you had to gamble and the prince didn’t seem to mind. Touya, you remind yourself. You were supposed to call him by his first name throughout this whole charade, but it seemed as foreign on your tongue as a protruding third set of teeth. 

“You’re a much more dangerous woman than you give yourself credit for,” he muses with a clever glint in his eyes. Over the course of the last month or so, you’d accumulated an immunity to his unwavering stares and scalding eyes; lately, it actually seemed you found a certain affinity for his intense nature, even when you were its only target. His sweetly poisonous words were the latest test to your composure. “If we dressed you as a man for the night, we could relieve an entire club of their purses before the clock strikes ten.” His pretty fingers dealt another two cards and you peeked at them from the bottom of your vision. Queen of hearts and two of clubs. Not the best hand. 

“Hmm. How much of the pot would you use to bail me out for invading said club?” You lay out the first three cards, the flop, and flip the first over before betting a conservative amount. Four of diamonds. 

“Who ever said anything about bail? I’d just sneak you out. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time,” he answers, calling your bet, and you can’t tell if he’s kidding. It was another piece you were still trying to solve of the puzzle that was the prince of the Todoroki family, how he joked so casually about breaking laws and dodging authority. The nonchalance of his recklessness made your stomach turn, sometimes, but you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or intrigue. You flip the second card of the flop. Two of hearts. A pair, if all else failed. You just had to hope he didn’t have anything either. 

“For a royal, you seem to know a concerning amount about rule breaking. Do you have any intent to corrupt me?” 

“By the end of our courtship, possibly.” Jack of diamonds. Not what you were hoping for as the third card, by any means. A flash of excitement lights up behind your opponent’s eyes, too purposeful to be genuine. You mentally added his poker tells to the never-ending list of things to figure out about him, right under the number of crimes he’s committed against the government. Tossing in a few medium-value flower petals, you’re unsurprised when he matches your bet again. 

“Our courtship which, I’ll remind you, is causing quite the stir in the ton,” you point out while revealing the turn. Seven of hearts. You try not to let your disappointment in your current hand show on your face. The prince, you notice, looks like he’s trying a little too hard to contain his excitement. “You know, I suspect they might be rooting for us.”

“That’d be a new experience for me. Never received too much support in my endeavors before.” He places a high bet and you have no choice but to match it. If you were right about him lying, you would learn something new about his poker strategy; but, if you were wrong, you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the day. You flip the river and your heart stutters. Two of diamonds. You’re careful with your next bet, knowing that three of a kind wasn’t the best or worst hand you could create. The prince, however, pushes his entire hoard into the pot with a challenge in his eyes. He was trying to force you to fold. 

You match the bet and reveal your hand. 

Two pair versus three of a kind. The prince was bluffing, and you won again.

“At least this time, you’re not alone.” The admission is obvious but still catches both of you off-guard when you say it. You’re about to apologize for being too sentimental when that unreadable look passes over his face again, sudden as a lightning strike and gone just as quickly. 

“I guess you’re right,” he murmurs, relinquishing the remaining pot of knick-knacks to you. “Though I will say, having my ass handed to me in a card game was not a part of my plan.”

“A woman with intellect is never part of a man’s plan, yet she prevails all the same,” you conclude and he hums in agreement, collecting the remaining cards and slotting them back into their box. A concerning thought occurs to you and you glance around the secluded palace courtyard with new-found suspicion. His eyes follow your own, watching you keenly in a way that was both comforting and unsettling. 

“What is it?” 

“Will the servants not whisper about a woman playing a man’s game?” 

“They will whisper that you won, and that is what matters,” he states like a well-known fact. “Why? Is something bothering you about them?” 

“No, I’m just mulling over this whole arrangement again.” You wave him off dismissively and take another sip of lemonade from your teacup. A drink which, when you’d finally agreed to meet the prince at the palace for a day, he ordered presumably because you both shared a distaste for tea. “How odd it is and how people gossip so.”

“A lady beating the prince at poker is hardly a scandal compared to what transpired last week,” he recalls with terribly-hidden amusement, breaking off a piece of scone and smearing a glob of berry preserves onto it. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Your cheeks heat when you think of the memory and you snap your fan open to cool yourself and hide your burning face. It certainly wasn’t your proudest moment, to say the least. 

“Would you like me to retrieve a stick to keep your competition at bay?” You had jokingly asked, following his distracted gaze. It was your third ball of the season and your third public appearance with the prince; both you and your co-conspirator were forced to acknowledge the increasing number of interested suitors trying to pry you away. Dances, you found, were one of the few moments where other men weren’t climbing over each other for your attention. The only problem was being forced to share breathing space with him for an extended period of time. “Your Highness, why are you glaring like that?”

“I said to stop calling me that, and I’m not glaring,” he mumbled, very obviously glaring and avoiding your eyes. His hand stiffens around your waist, making your already-awkward distance from him more uncomfortable. It didn’t take long to notice that he was a fine dancer when he was with any other partner but you, and you figured it was because being in such close proximity was not part of your agreement. You raise a skeptical eyebrow, finally making him look at you when the silence indicates your displeasure. “Pay me no mind. I am only–”

“Moping like a kicked dog, that’s what you’re doing,” you interject and, in a blink, you’re back in another standoff with his intense stare.

“I don’t recall when you gained the right to comment on my behaviors so crassly.” Your eyebrows pinch, taken aback by his sudden hostility. His eyes were always burning, like embers in a fireplace, and it felt like the longer you looked at them, the less likely you’d be able to pull away. After a few moments of staring him down, you back off with a frustrated huff. You think you feel some of the tension leave him, too. 

“If we are to keep up this ruse in a believable manner, I suggest you confide in me from time to time, especially if it causes you to act in unfavorable ways,” you state simply, your irritation obvious. 

“You know nothing of my unfavorable ways.” The venom in his voice makes your heart sink, against your own judgment. His expression doesn’t soften, but his voice does. “Trust me. It’s not your burden to bear,” he says in a low tone and goosebumps spread across your arms, despite the fabric of your gloves and the sleeves of your dress. He meets your eyes and you could have sworn his gaze flickers to the neckline of your gown, but the action, like so many of his movements, is too quick to comment on. “So, let’s keep to our sides of the street, shall we?” 

“You’re insufferable,” you hiss, letting your politely smiling face slip as the strings conclude the dance. “Enjoy the rest of the evening. I feel a bit faint.” The muscles in his jaw clenches and you turn on your heel to beeline for an exit when a strong hand grabs you by the wrist and pulls you backward. Before you can register where you’re moving, your hand is placed firmly on his forearm and you’re a split-second from slapping him when–

“Touya.” Shit. With a blank mind, you remember to curtsy from pure muscle memory, dipping deeply toward the ground while the prince bends at the waist.

“Good evening, Father.” Touya’s voice becomes empty, devoid of all sarcasm, teasing, and charm. A glance at his face tells the same tale, blank and emotionless. The only indication of his true thoughts came the slight shake in his arm and how he unconsciously tugged you closer and closer to his side. You let yourself be pulled in and your free hand moved on its own, coming to rest on top of his and running your thumb over his knuckles. He exhales shakily. “Father, this is–”

“I know who you are,” he says before you could be properly introduced, making your nostrils flare. The man besides you bristles and you wonder how such a hard-faced, stoic man could make such a reckless and carefree son. You’d never seen King Todoroki except in victory parades and newsprints of his alliance with King All Might, but you could recognize the family’s flaming eyes from miles away. You decided that, no matter how irritating the prince was, his father was lower on your ranking of the Todoroki royals. “Should you marry, are you aware of the responsibility of being the wife of a king?” 

“I believe she is called a queen, Your Majesty,” you hear yourself say before you can stop yourself. From beside you, the prince makes a noise somewhere between a choke and a snort, and you direct your attention to the floorboards in hopes of surviving the king’s scathing reply. Despite the chatter of the party around you, it feels like your words were echoing off the gilded ceilings. The reprimand, however, never comes. The king turns back to his son with a look of suppressed wrath before turning and stalking away, a crowd of nobles crowing for his attention. 

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he whispers in disbelief as he hurriedly guides you out of the hall and into one of the manor’s gardens, still within sight of nosy mothers but out of their earshot. Your hand hasn’t left his arm, nor has he tried to pry it off. If anything, you click into his side like a missing puzzle piece, and you’re confusingly reluctant to let go. “That was the worst possible way you could have answered that question,” the prince continues and your stomach turns. 

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” you reply with poorly masked shame, lowering your head and letting him walk ahead. Your hand detaches from his arm and you’re struck by the sudden lack of warmth. He turns sharply to look at you, looks back at his empty arm, and then back at you before closing the few feet between you. His eyes were burning into you again but he said nothing, watching you watch the blades of grass surrounding your shoes. Your voice is as quiet as the swaying summer wind. “If I have jeopardized our plan, I understand if you–”

“Stop,” he commands, and it takes a moment to register his gloved fingers under your chin, gently but firmly tilting your head to look at him. Your eyes trace the jagged lines of where his skin meets his scars and the world around you quiets. “I am…the opposite of angry with your actions.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not an easy task, talking back to my father. Yet, you performed it as easily as breathing,” he explains with a soft awe in his expression that made your breath catch in your chest. 

“I guess I’ve had good practice, countering your arguments for the better half of the summer,” you agree hesitantly. What the hell was this feeling? For whatever reason, the world around you temporarily faded to static noise and blurred paintings, with the only decipherable images being the man in front of you. “So, you’re not unhappy with my behavior around your father?”

“I have never been prouder to be seen with you,” he reassures you and you finally crack a smile, his hand leaving your face and his feet stepping back to a respectful distance. “On another note, can you recall what we were arguing about before we were interrupted?”

“I can’t, unfortunately. I believe I was about to leave you alone on the dance floor to mingle with other suitors,” you joke and, though his expression remains relaxed, his eyes darken subtly. 

“I wouldn’t let them so much as breathe in your direction,” he declares, your breath becoming stuck in your lungs again. “Plus, you were saying that you required a stick to fight them off.”

“I did not say I required a stick,” you counter, lightheartedly bumping your shoulder against his while you make your way back into the manor. He merely smiles, a rare, genuine smile. “Though, I would like to apologize for my brash observations.” 

“You are forgiven.”

“Thank you,” you exhale, following him to the refreshments table.

“And…”

“Nevermind,” you backtrack, but he continues nonetheless.

“As reparation for insinuating that I act like an abused animal–”

“Which you do,” you retort quietly and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Next week, you will accompany me in receiving a visiting ally prince,” he says. “As it would be dreadfully boring to do alone and you, thankfully, bruised my ego, I will be dragging you with me on his guided tour of the kingdom’s market district.” 

“Must I really attend?”

“Who’s acting like the kicked dog now?” He smirks and you have no choice but to go along with his plan. Now, after several rounds of beating his royal ass in poker, it was time for you to leave and prepare for the social night between the Takami and Todoroki kingdoms. 

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