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#stray kids one shot
chnsbm · 4 months
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PAIRING: office!bangchan x fem!reader WARNINGS: friends to lovers, fluff, a pinch suggestive WORD COUNT: 4.6K SUMMARY: Your favorite coworker comforts you after a particularly bad meeting and you realize he might be your favorite for more reasons than one
“I’m okay I-I promise. You can go to your desk, if you want.”
You stuttered dabbing the seventh tissue Chris handed you to wipe the tears from your eyes. You really tried your best to keep it together in your last meeting, but couldn’t make it all the way to the end. Your boss seemed to get a kick out of embarrassing you in front of as many of your colleagues as possible on a quarterly basis and she really laid into you today. You thought you’d toughened up a bit since your last verbal beating but clearly you overestimated your emotional strength. 
In the corner of your eye you saw him stand up, fidget uncomfortably for a few moments before sitting back down. Chris had been sitting next to you at your desk for the past 15 minutes just passing you tissues and repeatedly offering to go with you to HR, which you declined. Now that he’d run out of tissue and knew you weren’t keen on his HR idea, he looked confused on what to do next.
“Well I’m not going to just leave you like this.” he gestured to the mascara running down your cheeks. Of course this would happen on the one day you decided to wear mascara that, evidently, wasn’t waterproof. 
You took a deep breath, wiping the last of the runny makeup off your face, feeling a little more in control of yourself, and more importantly your tear ducts. 
“Yes, you can and should.” you warned, blowing your nose. “She’s your boss too. She'll have a fit if she sees you haven’t been online in 20 minutes.” 
“Man…. fuck her.” he said making sure to whisper the last two words after comically looking over both shoulders to make sure the coast was clear. You giggled looking away from him and back at the work you still had to complete on your laptop.
“I really thought I’d put the data together in the way she wanted this time.” you spoke half to yourself and half to no one in particular.
“Don’t worry about what she said. She is evil.” he emphasized the last word bringing a smile back to your lips, but it only lasted a moment.
“I mean… she’s the boss for a reason, right? She knows what she’s talking about. I just… I just have to be better at taking criticism.” 
He grabbed the back of your office chair and turned you to face him. “Listen to me,” he said firmly, only 5 inches away from your face to ensure he had your attention. 
“There is criticism and then there is just being mean. I don’t see anything wrong with your presentation. And even if I did, I would never talk to you - or anyone else like that. Especially not in front of a room full of people.
That's not leadership, that's just bullying.”
You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. Partly due to your proximity and partly due to your discomfort whenever you had to talk about yourself or your work. It was no secret to him that you viewed all your work as lackluster. No matter how hard you pushed yourself to get it done or how well it turned out, it was never good enough. Having a She-devil as a boss only worsened your outlook on your accomplishments. 
“Yeah… I guess.”
He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nope. No guessing. I’m right. You’re wrong. End of discussion.” He insisted before closing eyes and turning his nose up at you to further signify his refusal to listen to any more of your nonsense. 
You laughed again. He was very good at making you laugh. 
“Alright, you win.” you answered slumping in your chair in defeat. “I give up.” 
His smile returned in an instant. “Good.” He answered, opening his arms for you like he always did. You were not an overly affectionate person, but your friendship with Chris meant a lot of hugs, so you’d gotten pretty used to it. He usually only did so after hours when both of you were alone. Presumably to avoid office gossip, but you never bothered to ask. Some might say, you looked forward to giving in to his little habit. You feigned reluctance, pushing yourself up off your computer chair to lean into his embrace. You didn’t hug him back at first. You usually didn’t. It was part of your routine. He would hug you and you would pretend to hate it. This time, however, the reason you didn’t hug him back was due to how absolutely drained you were. Both emotionally and physically. How you were going to work for the next four hours was anybody’s guess. 
“Don’t let her upset you like this. You’re too smart for that.” When you felt him rub your back, tears stung at your eyes again, but you shut them tight to keep them at bay. He was always so warm and kind in ways he didn’t need to be. You nodded against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist, finally hugging him back.
“Thank you.” you mumbled into his shoulder. 
“Wh-What are you getting all sentimental for?” he stuttered, pulling back a bit to get a better look at you while keeping you in his arms. You did the same, turning upward to see him. His eyes locked onto yours. Big, brown, and warmer than the summer sun. They were usually warm but they seemed warmer now than you’d ever noticed. Did he always look at you like this? You opened your mouth to say something but movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. In your peripheral vision you see the lady in the cubicle next to you was giving you both a very knowing smirk. Thankfully Chris wasn’t facing her, but it flustered you even still. 
“Hm?” he prompted you to continue your thought while turning his head to see what caught your attention. Luckily the woman had returned to her work quickly so he didn’t see her.
“Sorry, I-uh forgot.” You released him from your arms immediately missing the warmth of him.
“Okay.” He patted your head twice before releasing you and began putting his laptop and other items he’d brought with him into his bag. He came with you to your desk right after that nightmare meeting without bothering to take his things back to his desk first.
“You know where you want to go for lunch? My treat.” he spoke, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder.
“No, it's okay.” you answered, now very aware of your audience of one. Although she couldn’t be seen, you knew she was most likely listening. 
“Aw c’mon don’t be like that.” He cooed from the entrance to your cubicle. You could hear the pout in his voice. You looked up at him and confirmed his lips were pursed in the cutest pout you’d ever seen. “Since you’ve had a bad day, we’ll go wherever you want. Even that cake shop.”
“Really?” you couldn't help lighting up at that. You’d been talking about the cake you’d had there for weeks. Cake wasn’t exactly his ideal lunch but if it made you happy, he could eat a little unhealthy today. 
“Mhm.” he answered leaning on the wall of your space and waiting for your answer. Well… it seemed to you like he was waiting for your answer, but he was looking at you the same way he was when he was hugging you a moment ago. His eyes were soft like he was watching a kitten sleeping curled up by the fire.
He must have noticed you trying to figure him out because he quickly looked away and cleared his throat, mumbling something about texting him when you were ready before he scurried off to his own cubicle.
“That boy is in love with you.”
You sighed. “Mariam, you need a hobby.” 
Your 50-something coworker leaned over the cubicle barrier as she had a moment ago, knowing smirk returning to her lips. 
“Why would I do that when I got a romance novel one desk away from me? You’re like teenagers in love. It's adorable.” she added, pushing her reading glasses further up her nose, before turning back to her work.
“He's just very sweet. That's all.” She usually teased you for you and Chris’ dynamic but what she witnessed was, admittedly, more intimate than usual.
“Mhm, and I’m sure he gives cute little hugs and buys lunch for everyone.”
She had a point. Your silence spoke volumes and your reddening cheeks could speak ten more. Luckily for you, Mariam couldn’t see your face.
“Alright I’ll stop teasing. All I want is an invite to the wedding.” she added. 
You groaned. Just two more hours. you thought. Two more hours and it’ll be lunchtime.
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“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up over this.” Changbin said, continuing to mindlessly scroll through his emails before stopping to look at one in particular. He really had the whole “look busy” act down to a science. 
“Becaaaaaaaaause I promised her I would treat her to lunch since she had such a shitty morning. I can’t cancel this meeting, but I can’t cancel on her either. I hate life and life hates me.” he whined, slumping even farther down into his computer chair.
Right after his conversation with you, he threw himself into his work and completely forgot about an important meeting he had scheduled weeks ago for lunchtime  this afternoon which caused his current meltdown. 
Changbin cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “You are ridiculous.” he said, pushing himself up from his desk chair and crossing over to Chris’ side. 
“Its not the end of the world you big fuckin baby.” He chuckled and pulled Chris by the shirt to get him to sit up. “You tell her you can’t do lunch, but you can do dinner instead. To make it up to her and all that.” 
Chris sat up fully, contemplating the new plan. 
“Well I don’t know… asking her out to dinner seems a little more intimate.” 
“Exactly.” The long pause and blank stare he got from Chris in return made Changbin’s head hurt.
“I love you but sometimes I wonder how you survive without me.” He said to himself.
“You love me?” Chris responded, wiggling his eyebrows in mock flirtation as he shimmied towards his coworker.
“Not if you don’t FOCUS,” Changbin answered, holding Chris by the shoulders and stifling a laugh. 
“It's not straight up asking her out on a date but, like you said, it is a pinch more intimate than a regular coworker-lunch. That way you can inch yourself closer to being more than friends without really making a move.”
Changbin leaned back onto Chris’ desk, crossing arms over his chest as he watched his friend connect the dots.
“Actually… that's not a bad plan.”
“I know. Now stop moping and tell her. It's getting close to lunchtime.”
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“I was sad we couldn’t do lunch, but this is really nice.” You said tracing your finger along the intricate design decorating the edges of the table cloth. The cake shop you’d looked forward to going to was closed once you got off work, but the place Chris had taken you to instead was definitely very nice. The restaurant was casual enough that you felt comfortable in your work clothes but fancy enough that you felt.. kind of special. In all honesty you were expecting a pizza place or something, so this was a very pleasant surprise. He didn’t have to take you here, but he did anyway. 
“I know right? I heard they have really good pork chops here so I had to give it a try.”
That reminded you of something that a coworker had said to you just before you got a text from Chris about the change of plans. He’d asked you about work things and then randomly asked what kind of food you liked. After answering him, he talked about work stuff for a few more minutes before excusing himself to get back to work. You thought it was strange then, but seeing as the answer you gave him was the same as the meal on the plates being set in front of you now, you had a feeling there was a connection. 
If you remembered correctly his name was Changbin and he was a close friend of Chris’ from school. You’d have to thank him later.
“You okay?” Chris asked, cheeks already full of food. 
“Hm?” you hadn’t realized you had been staring at your plate smiling like an idiot until he spoke. 
“Oh! Yea, sorry just remembered something.” You answered right before you cut yourself a piece. 
The drinks came out shortly after. You’d both ordered something light and fruity. Although it was friday, neither of you wanted a hangover so you figured one wouldn’t hurt.
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Your sides were hurting from laughing. Chris had given you story after story from him and Changbin’s childhood but this one was by far your favorite. 
“So to be more realistic, he put black paint around his eyes because, you know, you don’t really see Batman’s skin when he’s in the mask, you just see black.” he says, taking a deep breath to calm himself for the next bit of the story. 
“And the Monday after Halloween he comes to school with black paint residue all over his eyes. It wouldn’t wash off.”
Chris was bright red and fanning himself with a menu trying to bring his temperature back down after laughing for what felt like twenty minutes straight. You weren’t doing much better. Your abdominal muscles felt like you’d be doing sit ups for hours and your mascara was threatening to run for the second time that day.
“Every teacher that saw him that day was either disappointed in him or laughed at him.” He wiped a tear from his eyes with a look of pure joy as he reminisced. “I think that was the best day of my life.”  
At first you couldn’t imagine the very well put together Changbin you’d seen in meetings being so rowdy as a teenager, but if he had been friends with Chris all that time, you could see it. Chris was very professional and knew his shit, but he definitely seemed like the class clown type. He’d never disrupt a meeting with anything unrelated to the topic at hand, but he would definitely send you an IM or two that would have you biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud.
“You really paint a picture..I’m sad that I wasn’t there to witness it.” You had almost forgotten about your drink until your bracelet clinked against the glass.You drank the last bit, chuckling to yourself about how fun it would have been to be a part of their school days antics.
“Me too..” he chuckled. “I would’ve had a lot more fun if you’d been there.” He traced the rim of his glass as he let his mind wander to a world where you’d been classmates as teens. He imagined sneaking you notes in math class, sharing his lunch with you if he got something you particularly liked, and late night study sessions where you did everything but study. 
“Oh yeah?” you asked with a slight lilt to your voice signaling a question with a hint of playfulness you’d usually reserved for non-work encounters. A hint he picked up on and prayed was intentional.
He looked up from his glass, wistful smile still present like he was still somewhere between reality and a daydream. “Yeah.” he answered. 
Your cheeks almost eclipsed your eyes when you smiled sincerely. You could feel them heating up as he looked at you. He maintained eye contact a little longer than a coworker would consider necessary. 
You looked away. “We probably would’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.” 
“Me? Never.” he waved away in your direction like he was physically batting away the concept of him being anything less than lovely. “I was an angel. You probably would’ve gotten us in trouble.”
You opened your mouth to disagree but closed it when you thought back on your highschool days.
“Actually you’re probably right.” you answered with a laugh. His eyes widened with this new bit of information. 
“Wait, really? You?” he questioned with the same astonishment as if you’d said you could fit a two story house in your pocket. 
You threw your head back in laughter at his very visible shock. “Yeah, I wasn’t a very good student.”
“Like.. school work-wise or behavior-wise?” he questioned while literally at the edge of his seat. This was easily the most animated you’d ever seen him. 
“Well… both I guess.” you answered, biting back your smile at his curiosity. 
“Really? That's crazy. With how you beat yourself up at work I would have guessed you were a straight-A student.” 
You laughed again at the idea, picking up your fork and making patterns in the sauce left over from your meal.
“Veeery far from it. I wasn’t in fights or anything like that but.. yea…. I definitely wasn’t student of the year.” You smirked. “I bet the teachers loOoOoved you, though.” 
“I mean.. well.. I don’t know.” he answered bashfully, leaning forward against the table on his elbows so he could hide his blushing behind his hands.
It felt like you two had your own little world that was just big enough for you two and the dinner table. You felt like a teenager again. His shyness strengthened your urge to mess with him. He had been shy around you before but never in this setting. Never had he been this way in a dimly lit restaurant, top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, and three drinks in your system. You were noticing a lot of things tonight. His hair was slightly tostled from messing with it as he told his stories, he had a habit of playing with the silver bracelet he wore on his wrist, and his lips were wet with the remnants of his last sip. All things that you may have noticed before but under these circumstances, you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Chris' thoughts mirrored your own. He’d never seen you so open, so relaxed. He felt like this was the only time he’d ever seen you. 
“I bet you were the favorite.” you added pointing at him with the end of your fork. 
“Naaaaah… well not really.” he responded looking away from you like he knew it was indeed true. At least partly. 
“I knew it! You totally seem like the type.” You laughed thinking about the sad puppy dog eyes he probably gave all his teachers whenever he was in trouble. He probably could have gotten away with a lot.
“Well if it makes you feel any better, I would’ve used my favorite privileges to get you out of trouble.” 
“Is that so?” It was your turn to lean closer, beaming at him. Your eyes were almost shimmering with delight at the proposition of Chris protecting you from angry teachers if you’d been in school together. 
“Of course.” Chris answered as smoothly as he could with his heart racing a million miles a minute. If you ever looked at him like that during work he’d take his laptop and work from home. He’d never be able to focus knowing you were around the corner after that. 
“Did you have detention a lot?” he asked. 
“Well… how much is a lot?”
“Wooow you really were a bad girl, huh?”
You shrugged like you had no idea what he could possibly mean, while pretending to look for the waiter. You hoped that averting your gaze was enough to distract him from noticing any reaction from you at the term ‘bad girl’. You liked that. You liked that very much. 
“Well I would’ve snuck you out.”
“Mister Favorite? You’d never.”
“I would!” He probably would’ve contemplated his next sentence more if he was 100% sober, but he was not.
“I mean.. I still would.”
“Aaaw you’d sneak me out of detention?”
He leaned forward and outstretched his hand with his pinky out to seal the pledge. “Pinky promise.”
You narrowed your eyes at him before leaning forward and linking pinkies with his. His hand was warm in yours. It was nice. 
“Pink promise.” You echoed. “You’ll be happy to find out that I don’t go to detention that much as a grown woman, but I appreciate the sentiment.” you joked making him pull his hand away to cover his face.
“You know what I meant. You’re so mean to me.” he complained through giggles. 
“Aw I’m sorry,” you cooed, reaching across the table and gently tugging his hands from his face, taking them in your own.
You could have let go, but you didn’t. He could have pulled away but he didn’t. 
“I’ll let you sneak me out of detention.” your voice was softer than it was before. In your closeness it felt like speaking too loudly would disturb the little bubble you two had.
“Good.” he answered, caressing your hand with the pad of his thumb. You would have stayed there for hours if you could have. You would have held his hand the whole time if you hadn’t seen the waiter coming to close out your tab.
Chris pulled away at the last possible moment and you took notice of the way he smiled at you when doing so.
You had a passing thought of Who knew he could be so sweet? But you knew. You knew very well. 
Chris paid for the meal. You were going to pay for your portion, but when you handed him your card he looked at you like you were crazy. “I invited you out. My treat.” he insisted.
“I can order you an Uber home.” He offered once outside the restaurant. “I completely forgot I was driving and had a few too many cocktails to be completely honest.” he chuckled, smiling apologetically. You didn’t mind, happy to spend a little more time with him but you wouldn’t tell him that. You were starting to sober up and remembering all the things you said was making your ears hot. You didn’t outright tell him you liked him but you might as well have with all your micro-confessions and lingering touches. You were content with ignoring the way you might have felt about him before this dinner and the sudden change in feelings was giving you whiplash. In two hours you went from slightly affectionate colleagues to holding hands over dinner plates in public places. You were never this careless. You usually spent most of your time overthinking but not tonight. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but you were more than certain it had a lot to do with the man standing next to you. Your coworker who was currently holding your umbrella over your head so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain when getting into your shared Uber.
“You know you could have had your own. I would have paid for yours if you wanted.” He mentioned with a grin. He knew why you opted to share one. The smile from ear to ear told you as much. He just wanted to hear you say it.
“Aaah ya know. Safe…ty?” you answered. You were too embarrassed to be truthful but telling an obvious lie was more or less the same thing.
“Uh huh. Then why can’t a bad girl like yourself take care of that, hm?”
“Shut up.” you shot back, covering your face and hitting him lightly on the arm. He laughs out loud before putting his arm around you and giving you a light squeeze. If he catches you blushing, he doesn’t mention it. He doesn't remove his arm from around you either. He acts as if he forgot about it but he very much didn’t. If you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, you don’t mention it. 
The ride back to your apartment was quiet. Part of you wondered what would happen if it was raining hard enough to warrant you inviting him inside. You could almost see him being the picture perfect gentleman in your mind’s eye. Him insisting on taking the couch, him worrying about whether you were sober enough to take a shower without falling, him asking if you wanted water all before considering if he needed any of those things himself. You would put money on him being nothing but wonderful.
“Your destination is on the left,” said the automated Uber voice.
“Well I guess this is it.” If he tried to hide his disappointment at the night coming to an end, he failed. 
You snickered at his obvious reluctance to conclude your night out, gathered your belongings, and stepped out of the vehicle onto the damp pavement.
“See you on Mon-” your lips pressing against his cheek stopped his train of thought in its tracks. 
“See you Monday!” you said before jogging up your apartment’s steps, praying that you don’t fall every step of the way. 
For the rest of his journey home, Chris was on Cloud 9. He could still feel your chapstick on his cheek when he got home and got into bed. He really wasn’t sure how he was going to get anything done on Monday with all the hearts and rainbows dancing around in his head but he was sure of a few things. 
1. He was going to ask you out on a date as soon as humanly possible. 2. He would need to get up early to pick out his outfit for work on Monday. 3. He owed Changbin. A lot. 
He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t contain how happy he was. He felt like a kid the night before a highly anticipated field trip. Way too excited to close his eyes long enough for sleep to even be a possibility. Giving up on sleep for the time being, he picked up his phone. A text this late  wouldn’t be weird right? He had to make sure you got home safe! He was a gentleman after all.
You completed your nightly skin care quicker than you ever have. You wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible. Partly so you could pretend you didn’t just give a kiss to your coworker and partly because you could not wait two days to see him again. You found yourself still awake hours after being dropped off, staring at your ceiling not even knowing what to do with you nervous energy when you got a text.
chris 🗂️ : Made it home safe?
You snickered at his message, typing your own and hitting send. 
you: The uber took my right to my door lol 
Chris groaned into his pillow. Of course you made it home safe, he was there. Embarrassed as he might be, he types a response.
chris 🗂️ : Oh yea lol forgot chris 🗂️ : I guess I was a little distracted
You want to scream. When did he get so smooth? 
chris 🗂️ : Before you go to bed, I have a quick question.
He doesn’t wait for your response, he’s too eager.
chris 🗂️ : Do you think I would be able to take you out on a date?
If you didn’t know your answer before tonight, you definitely do now. 
you: Will we get to go to the cake shop?
Chris chuckles and sends his response.
chris 🗂️ : Lol of course. Pinky promise.
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a/n: I wrote this to cope with the fact that when I go back to work tomorrow there will be no bang chan for me to give kisses to. Please pray for me in these trying times 🥲
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ihave-atummyache · 13 days
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skz jealous texts <3
18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!
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Bang Chan:
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Lee Know:
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Changbin:
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Hyunjin:
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Han:
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FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?
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like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol
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soobnny · 3 months
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loving is terrifying — han jisung. best friends to lovers. accidental confessions (1.6k words)
in the midst of ranting, han jisung accidentally confesses he’s in love with you
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“And if I burn the whole school down, would you bail me out of jail, Hanji?”
You’re still only a few sentences into the important speech you were asked to write, and you’re starting to feel agitated, chewed up pencil carving out your thoughts on paper before finding its way abandoned on your desk.
It’s been a few hours, and you’d chosen to put the pencil down lest you want to bring yourself to insanity.
Pretty lies usually come easy to you, but now they’re burning holes into your skull and flicking the ashes into your brain. In the reprieve, all you can think about is your anger for the authority.
“Bold of you to assume I won’t be your accomplice.” Jisung retorts from where he’s seated next to you on the floor, arms crossed behind his head as he leans against his couch.
“There’s just so much wrong in the system. Their code of rules deprive students of their creativity. Only the top students have a multitude of opportunities waiting for them. And don’t get me started on how the authorities put so little value into culture and societal issues. Everything is wrong, just wrong in all ways!”
There’s a word count in Jisung’s head on how many times you’ve said wrong in one sitting, but he’s looking at you with a hint of something in his eyes. Almost adoration.
“And we can change it by burning the school down?” A tone of amusement is laced in your best friend’s voice, though you fail to search for a trace of judgment.
“We can start there. Then the world.” You take the pencil back and fiddle with it between your fingers.
“The world? That’s very ambitious of you.”
You glare at him.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be by your side. I like ambitious.” Jisung smiles at you, making sure to lock his eyes with yours so you can see heavy genuineness where his pupils are. “What’s the next step then?”
“Climate change.”
Jisung throws his head back in quiet laughter, and the slight movement allows you a whip of his laundry detergent from the white shirt he’s wearing. “Okay, climate change.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not!” His lips quirk up into a smile, eyes morphing from crescents to a full moon as he struggles to defend his name. There is still laughter even in the way he licks the inside of his cheek and takes your hands in his.
You fail to copy his laughter.
“Your eyes are upset. Are they directed at me?” Jisung softens his voice, only speaking one his laughter has boiled down. He pulls you closer than you already are, and you don’t notice the way he grabs the pencil between your fingers in the process to set it down.
“Of course not.” You mumble. “I’m mad at everything else, at everything wrong.”
A tally adds to his word count.
You sigh when you let go of his hands to take the paper in your own, eyes leaden as they scan across the sentences you had bullshited earlier. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to write this.”
“Just scream it out.”
“What?”
“Scream out what you actually want to say.” He grins.
You gape at him.
“I’m not screaming in your living room. Your neighbors are going to think someone’s being murdered.”
“Then just say it. Whatever you want to say. Everything wrong.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Okay, I’ll start then.” He smiles, and it’s heart-warmingly encouraging. “I wish it was easier to ground myself. I live in my head most of the time, and opening up is hard, and I wish forming any form of relationship wasn’t so scary.”
“Ji—“
“Okay, now your turn.”
“We are not going to ignore what you just said.”
“I said, your turn.”
“Jisung.”
“Please?” He places a hand over yours, and it’s enough for your brain to short circuit.
“Alright, fine. But we are going to talk about it later.”
“Now, what about those things that are wrong?” Jisung asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
“Well, uh— our poor education system, that’s for one. And, the government. Blatant sexism too, how stupid the patriarchy is, how I still can’t parallel park for the life of me.”
You start with sporadic things, the ones that instantly pop in your head when you think about things that make you upset, and as you continue to talk, you dig a little deeper, and you don’t even realize you’ve stood up and your hands are flailing around like a salesman by the second.
“And, don’t even get me started on the transportation system. It’s so dumb how car-centered design came to be because how is it that the people who have access to private vehicles also have the easiest routes over the less fortunate who walk or commute? Like, why do we have to adjust to the roads?”
There’s a long list of things you want to say, finally letting loose and narrating all the things you’ve kept locked away in the back of your mind because you’re with the one person you can trust. When you meet Jisung’s gaze, he’s looking at you in awe.
“I hate how we’re branded as prodigies when we were younger. I hate the expectations that come with it, that we have to be great all the time, and, oh, this actually feels really good.”
Jisung chuckles at the way you come to a sudden realization, but he’s always known you were wiser beyond your years. “You’re brilliant.”
“Well, you have to say something too!”
Jisung fiddles with his fingers, trying to think of where to start. Though, the brilliance that is you and the opportunity of having this moment with you is enough motivation for him to follow suit.
“Uh, it’s so scary how superficial people are nowadays, and how so quickly they’re let down. It stresses me out how a single mistake could cost you so many relationships, but at the same time, who will stress out if not me? And it makes me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life, and having an opportunity to talk like this really fuels my positivity in life, and it makes me realize even more how much I strongly feel like my life is for you guys, and there is nothing more important to me than being able to be a good person for you guys, like you. I wish I could be the bestest friend for you, maybe even more than that, but fuck, loving is so scary so I wish you’ll never find out how I’m so so in love with you— wait.”
The room falls silent and he’s thinking of a thousand different ways to die on the spot. He’s embarrassed. This is embarrassing, and he’s thinking it really wouldn’t be too late to jump off the bedroom window and hope for the best. A thousand different ways, maybe pretend he never said anything, stand still and maybe you’d think he wasn’t there in the first place. A thousand different ways.
“Han Jisung.”
“Soooo, haha, where were we in your speech again?”
Jisung doesn’t meet your eyes for the fear of rejection. He doesn’t think he has the heart to handle it right now, especially not after his accidental confession.
“Did you mean what you said?”
“About how superficial people are? Of course, it’s so scary. Hey, did I tell you about the tim—“
“Is being in love with me something wrong?”
He falls silent, and you can visibly see him start to panic, and his hands are pressed together as if in a prayer as he’s shaking his head profusely. “No, oh god no, it’s not. Honestly, it’s one of the only things I’m sure of, and that says a lot because I’m not sure of anything. I’m not even sure I’m in the right course or the right school or if I’m spending my money the right way, or if I’m even gonna live tomorrow, but fuck, loving you and everything about you is something I will never question.”
You can feel yourself start to smile, and Jisung finds himself copying you. It’s one of the first things he knew he loved about you—your smile, and the way you think, and the sound of your laughter. Despite his erratic heart beating and his fear of this exact moment, he still finds himself smiling when you do.
“I’m in love with you too.”
“What?”
You can visibly see the gears in his head turn, and he’s writing a story he doesn’t know the ending to just yet, but the beginning is so beautiful because it’s with you. Then, he laughs. It’s breathy, and you can almost hear the relief. “Did you just say you love me?”
“I did.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“I’m in love with you, Han Jisung.”
“I’m going to die.”
You laugh, and then he snaps back into reality.
“Can I kiss you?” His tone is so careful, but there’s a hint of something you can only recognize as a slight desperation—like he’s been thinking of it a while.
Jisung reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist, albeit a little shy. It’s a pattern that’s already so familiar. He isn’t a stranger to hugging you, in fact, he’s done it a million times, but the connotations to this one is a little different, and he can’t think straight at the possibility that you might actually consent to letting him kiss you.
“Okay.”
Words that haven’t left being translated into the motion of his lips moving against yours. Honestly, he doesn’t even know who went in for the kiss first. All he knows is his hands are gently rested on your waist and he’s actually kissing you right now, and you can feel the way he’s smiling into the kiss.
It takes a few minutes for you two to pull away, a little out of breath, and he leans in to try and kiss you again but your noses bump against each other’s, and the pair of you can’t help but laugh at how the events of the night had turned.
Jisung marvels at the way everything feels so simple, so right.
“I’m not dreaming, right? Like this is actually happening?”
You laugh even more.
Jisung’s always been afraid of venturing into the unknown, always kept his feelings hidden, and he’s always loathed his mouth for being so uncontrolled with the things he says. But now, with you in his arms, he couldn’t be any more happier about the slip of his tongue and how being with you feels like one of the rare rights among all the wrongs.
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mixtape-0325 · 7 months
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Minho is the type to watch you touch yourself in your room, maybe even humping your pillow, making sure you realise its a punishment when he starts taking off his belt to pull his own cock out. He would jerk off so eagerly to you showing off, telling you all kinds of things he'd love you to show him right now, but never letting you get your release yourself.
Minho is the type to wrap his hand around your throat during sex, squeezing just a little too hard whenever he gets overly-excited about your gasps for air and the way you clench around his cock. He would cum so hard, and his hips remaining so sharp and rough you can't help but squirt all over his cock.
Minho is the type to insist you sit on his lap during the many parties you attend together, always finding a way to slip his hand under your skirt and finger you. It's become so normal that all his friends already know about his little urge, sometimes watching from afar as you moan into your boyfriend neck from pleasure.
Minho is the type to agree to a threesome with another guy, most likely one of his close friends. You love watching him take another guy's cock, all while his eyes are on you and his hand is reached out to touch your clit at the same time. He gets so jealous when the guy kisses you he goes even harder on you when it's his own turn to fuck you. Let alone after, when it's only you two again.
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cb97breathing · 11 months
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LOST ALL CONTROL
“you're supposed to go have dinner at Changbin's place, but the clothes you're wearing are too revealing, yknow keeps lifting whenever you move your arms, pants are tight etc. He tries to focus on the meal he's preparing, but ends up pinning you against the counter because he can't hold back anymore.” - request by @smuttystraykidsthoughts
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Pairing: Seo Changbin x Plus Size afab!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Genre: Smut🔞 / Fluff
this is my first smut drabble on here and i’m terrified lol. i hope you all like it!! x
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You don’t know how you got here. Bent over on the kitchen table, whimpering and whining as your boyfriend’s hand was shoved down your leggings and played with your clit while the other massaged your breast. One minute you were helping him prepare dinner and the next he practically slammed you against the counter and started kissing you roughly. 
You and Changbin have never gone farther then touching, mainly due to your insecurity about your weight and size, but tonight it was clear he wanted more. He needed more. His hard on pressed against your ass and your legs trembled. 
“Do you know how sexy you look right now princess?” Changbin breathed into your ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you when you’ve been wearing such tight clothes today?” His fingers rubbed roughly at your clit making your legs shake. All you could do was whine and sob in response. 
It was true, usually you wore clothes that were loose and baggy on you cause you hated to see your stomach. But today it was hot and you wore tight black leggings and a black tank top. You showed more skin than you ever did and it took all of Changbin’s strength not to pounce on you the second he let you into his apartment. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your curves the entire time. Your clothes left nothing to the imagination and it was clear, beneath you weren’t wearing anything. 
“Baby I need you, I need to make you mine. Please.” He begged as he pushed his groin into you from behind. You turned your head and kissed him desperately in response. You were soaking wet from how much he played with you. You were just as desperate as him. 
“Binnie, please.” You begged softly. “I want you.” He gently turned you around and ripped the tank top off you. He pushed you down on the kitchen table and leaned over you as his lips crashed into yours. Then they traveled to your neck as he quickly pulled your leggings off you. 
Binnie pulled away and took a moment to look at you. This was the first time you were completely naked in front of him. The sight made his cock twitch in excitement. You on the other hand became nervous and shy under his lustful gaze. He stopped your arms from trying to cover yourself. 
“Don’t.” He said softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful y/n.” He ran his hands up your thick thighs, passed your stomach and gently squeezed your breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He groaned before taking your right nipple into his mouth. His hand slipped between your legs and his fingers brushed against your folds. 
“Oh god.” You whimpered as your fingers tangled in his hair. He inserted two fingers and pressed his thumb against your clit making you gasp and arch into him. “Binnie please, please don’t stop.” You begged. 
He groaned in response and began to pump his fingers at a quick pace while he kissed down your stomach, kissing every inch of your skin that he could get to before he looked at you with his lustful onyx eyes. He dove between your legs and began to lick at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. The apartment filling with sounds of your moans and cries as well as your wetness every time he pumped them into you. 
“B-Binnie..” You sobbed out as your body began to tremble. You couldn’t focus on anything, all you could say was his name over and over again as you felt your walls clench around him. He smirked into your wet core, knowing very well that you were close. His eyes watched your every move as he quickened the pace to an unforgettable speed. 
“Cum princess. Cum for me.” He ordered softly before attacking your clit with his tongue again. Your eyes rolled back and you shook violently as you felt your release hit you. You cried out his name as he continued to thrust his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high and gently pulled them out once you were done. You whimpered at the empty feeling. 
“God princess look what you do to me.” You open your eyes and looked town to see his hard boner poking from under his grey sweats. It makes your core ache in need and you bite your lip. He moves closer to you and caresses your cheek. “You’re sure you want this princess? Once I start I won’t be able to stop.” You look into his eyes that were full of lust, longing and need and nodded in response. 
“I’m ready Binnie, I want you.” You replied softly. He kissed you deeply and picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests about how you were too heavy. He walked to his bedroom, carrying you with ease which would be no surprise because of how much he works out. Once he gets to your bed he lays you down gently and takes off his shirt. 
Your breath hitches at the sight, just like you he never really liked showing much skin. So this was a first for you. You bit your lip as you watched him push down his sweats and boxers, letting his hardened member spring out. Your eyes widened at the size and you let out a soft whimper. Not only was he long, but he was thick.  
“Binnie I d-don’t know if it’s gonna fit.” You whimpered nervously. He slowly crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply. “It’s so big.” You whimpered into his lips. Your hand gently reached for it and palmed it gently, earning a loud groan and whimper from him. 
“I’ll be gentle princess.” He whispered and buried his face in your neck. His body pressed flush against yours, he wanted to feel all of you as he finally made you his. He lined his tip at your clit and rubbed it in circles, making you whine and even more drenched down there. When he was ready he pressed the tip in and slowly pushed into you. 
You choked on air and arched into him. Your hands clung to his biceps as you felt him move deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you. His size making you wince and whimper at the slight pain it was causing. He kissed your neck and nipped at it. He didn’t dare move, he wanted to wait until you gave him the okay. 
“You’re so tight and warm princess, you’re perfect.” He whimpered into your neck. You legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, signaling him you were ready for him. He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, making you cry out when you felt him hit deep inside you. Your body trembled as you clung to Changbin for dear life. His thrusts started out slow and gentle as he kissed your neck and collar bone. He bit and marked as much as he could. He wanted the whole world to know you were his. He pulled back his head and looked deep into your eyes as he thrusted into you.
“I love you.” He breathed out. “I l-love you y/n.” Your heart pounded as tears flew down your cheeks from his confession and the overwhelming feeling of him inside you. You pressed your lips to his in a deep and passionate his whispering that you loved him to into his soft beautiful lips. This caused his pace to grow quicker and his thrusts harder. Your moans turning into cries and whines of pleasure that you were sure all your neighbors could hear. His moans were loud as well and they only made you more aroused. “You like it sweetheart? Do you like how I fuck you?” He groaned out as he pounded into you. 
“Y-Yes Binnie! Please don’t stop.” You begged. You could feel your stomach tighten and that all familiar feeling start to form at your core. Changbin could feel you tightening around him and he moaned loudly. He buried his face in your neck and held you close to him as he pounded relentlessly into you. He wanted to make you scream and that’s exactly what you did. He knew you were close as he slipped his hand between you both and rubbed your clit. 
“Cum with me princess, I want you to cum with me.” He begged. You could feel his cock begin to throb inside you, but you couldn’t form any words to respond. You were so overwhelmed by his size, and his fingers that all you could do was sob out in response. Soon you clenched around him and your eyes rolled back, you couldn’t even make a sound because of how strong you came. But the noises that left Changbin’s lips when he spilled his hot seed deep inside you were heavenly to the ear. 
He stayed there for a moment, still inside you as he buried his head in your neck. “So perfect.” He groaned out. You were so exhausted and overwhelmed that you laid limp beneath him and whimpered in response. He pulled out slowly earning a loud whine from you. You hated how empty you felt without him inside you. He pressed soft kisses to your face and lips and caressed your cheek. “You did so good princess. So good.” He moved over to the side of you and pulled you into his arms. “You’re mine, all mine.” He whispered as he played with your hair. Your eyes fluttered closed as you laid your head on his bare sweaty chest. 
“All yours.” You breathed out. 
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zeroeightzeroone · 3 months
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hair dye - han jisung
genre: fluff
pairings: non-idol!han jisung x gender neutral reader
warnings: none
wc ~2k | moodboard
notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.
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you: choose a colour
jisung: well hello to you to good afternoon my love
you: good afternoon bb now colour
jisung: blue
you: dark or light
jisung: dark
you: thank you bb <3
...
whenever you got indecisive, you would message your boyfriend asking him to help you make a decision without actually disclosing what you're trying to decide. the messages consisted of asking your boyfriend to choose a colour, a number or whatever came to mind in that moment and after dating for so long, he's gotten used to your random messages asking him to choose. a couple weeks ago, you weren't able to decide where to order bubble to from. so you asked jisung to choose a colour and that week he decided on red thus you decided to order bubble tea from the store with a red seal on their drinks.
your question earlier led jisung to assume you were out buying something, something dark blue. the dark-haired boy's assumption is proven correct when he opens the front door to reveal you holding a plastic bag with a grin on your face. unfortunately, the plastic bag you're holding isn't a clear bag so jisung can't see what's inside.
stepping aside, jisung makes enough room for you to enter the apartment. then he's shutting the door and standing by as you remove your shoes.
"hey y/n!" chan greets you from his spot on the couch and om the other end hyunjin also waves at you with a big smile.
"y/n's here?" jisung's other roommate, changbin's head pops out from behind the wall, waving at you from where he stands in the kitchen, "y/n! hey!"
beaming at the three boys, you wave back to them before changbin then returns to whatever he had been dealing with in the kitchen.
"what's in the bag?" hyunjin nods toward you.
"something dark blue," jisung looks over your shoulder, trying to peek into the bag.
chan's head cocks to the side as confusion laces his every facial feature, wondering what's up with the younger boy.
finally, you reach inside the bag to reveal the result of your shopping and jisung's chosen colour. showing your purchase off to your curious boyfriend and his two roommates on the couch.
"hair dye?"
you nod.
"i said dark blue so it's for you right?" jisung pipes up from behind you, "it's not for me because i said dark blue?"
instead of answering his question, you make your way to the bathroom, listening to the sound of chan and hyunjin laughing from a distance. the two boys on the couch amused at the sight of jisung following you around like a lost puppy inside his own home.
"right?" jisung calls from where he trails behind you.
you sit on the closed toilet and place the box onto the sink.
jisung picks it up the moment you place it down.
staring down at the box of dark blue hair dye, his gaze moves to the plastic bag holding another box inside. then his eyes land on your own as he points to his head, "is this… for my hair?"
your boyfriend looks at you with beady eyes and a pout on his lips. you beam up at him, "no, it's for me."
with that, jisung nods with a soft hum.
"unless…?"
he shakes his head immediately, "no! i'm okay. totally fine with my undyed hair."
he rotates the box around to read the instructions on the back—well, actually—to scan through the text instructions and pay more attention to the illustrated instructions drawn on the back.
"i wanted to change up my hair a bit," you stand, crossing over jisung and positioning yourself right in front of the mirror. your hands moving to run through your hair and prod at the ends, "i haven't dyed it in a while, so i figured why not."
jisung watches you through the mirror, "so… if i told you like… poo brown, you would've bought a poo brown coloured dye?"
you glare at him through the mirror, "no you weirdo. i would have asked again and again until you landed on a colour i thought was nice."
he rolls his eyes, lips pursed in a straight line as he lightly hits your head with the box. your arm retracts as you return his gesture with an elbow to his stomach. jisung's body doubles over, acting as if you aimed at his delicate areas. you know he's not in any actual pain when his eyes are flickering up to look at you. jisung who tries and fails to hide his mischievous expressions as he gages your own to see if you're in any way concerned.
"oh my poor baby," you coo, pretending like you're going to cup his cheeks in your hands. right when he straightens his posture and smiles down at you, you've placed the box in his arms, "now help me."
jisung sports an uneasy look, his brows knit and eyes swimming with worry. he brings the box up to eye level and this time his eyes focus on the words and not the pictures. eyes narrowing in concentration as he goes over the instructions once again.
he looks back at you, "are you sure about this?"
you smile, "of course, i think it'll look nice."
"no, not that," he corrects you, "i mean… do you really trust me to dye your hair?"
you nod, still smiling at your boyfriend who still appears to be apprehensive.
"are you sure?"
another nod.
"what if it ends up incredibly patchy?" he quirks an eyebrow in your direction.
you shrug, "it's your work of art then?"
he blinks.
"what if my hair colouring skills are cursed and all your hair falls out and you end up bald with your scalp stained blue?"
you cross your arms over your chest, "well, when i asked if you would still love me if i was bald, you said yes. so i'm not worried about that."
jisung rolls his eyes, "you also asked if i would love you if you were a worm, and got mad at m—"
"-because you said no and that you'd be a bird and eat me!"
you're glaring up at him with your pointer finger pointed sternly in his direction. while jisung sports a goofy grin, eyes sparkling with amusement at the reminder of that conversation.
"you know what i'll ask hyunjin instead," you turn to the door.
jisung whines, placing the box onto the sink so he can hold you back. wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you towards his chest and away from the door, "nooooo!"
through the mirror, you can see the pout on his lips. the longer you look though, his pout turns up into a soft smile. of course, the sight of your stupid boyfriend smiling at you has your frustrated facade crumbling as you turn in his hold, your arms wrap around his body and you clasp your hands behind him.
"will you let me dye your hair?" jisung pouts again.
you sigh.
for a moment, you choose to stay silent and stare at him, acting like you're in deep thought before you're nodding, giving your boyfriend permission to help you dye your hair. the boy claps his hands before he reaches for the box, but the moment he opens the box his pointer finger is pointed at you.
"you won't blame me if your hair is patchy or you end up bald?" he asks and receives an answer immediately with the way you're looking—glaring— at him, "ok. go get a black shirt from my room."
you scurry out of the bathroom and into jisung's bedroom down the hall, looking for one of his old black shirts. meanwhile, jisung removes the contents inside of the box, analyzing them before lining it up on the sink. when you walk back into the bathroom, lacking a pair of pants and the addition of his shirt, jisung is intently focusing on switching between the instructions and combining the components of the dye together. wanting to make sure he isn't already fucking it up. you perch yourself on the edge of the bathtub, watching as jisung mixes the goopy liquid before he hands over the bowl for you to hold.
he starts by parting your hair and pushing it back with one of your hair claws. when he picks up the dye brush, the boy gives you another look as if to confirm once again that you trust him to put these chemicals onto your head, at that you nod and he begins.
you sit patiently, extending the bowl of dye closer to jisung whenever he needs it and moving your head when he nudges you. you're looking up at him with a soft smile on your lips, his bottom lip jut out in a subtle pout as he focuses on painting the blue dye into your hair. when it's time for him to do the back of your head, instead of him getting into the tub, you turn so your feet are in the tub and your back is facing him.
you glance down at the bowl of dye, seeing that the bowl is almost empty, "how's it look?"
"it looks like a smurf threw up on you," you feel the brush against your scalp.
"haha."
"i don't think we need to open the other box," jisung moves around to see if he's missed any spots in the back, "i think i'm almost done? turn around."
you face him again and jisung proceeds to poke and prod at your hair. this time to check to see if he needs to go over any places at the front of your head. while he doesn't see anything, for good measure, he decides to take the rest of what's left inside the bowl and plop it onto your head before spreading that around.
"looks like one box was enough."
jisung grabs your phone, handing it to you as you exchange it with the empty bowl of dye. you set a timer on your phone as jisung rinses the brush and the bowl, hoping to make little to no splashee to avoid a lecture from chan later on.
"i got two just in case," you tell him, "i didn't want to walk around with half of my head dyed."
"you said it would be my art," jisung counters, his hands still busy cleaning.
you stick your tongue out to the boy and he does the same thing back, only this time bringing both hands near his face and wiggling his fingers in the air.
"i'll head butt you."
"oh no, stitch is angry," he mocks as he removes the gloves.
jisung takes a seat on the closed toilet right as hyunjin, who had gotten up from the couch to go to his room, passes by the bathroom only to walk backwards to do a double take. hyunjin's eyes graze over the hair dye, his lips pursed together as he observes jisung's work.
"i hope your skin doesn't turn blue," he says, referring to the dye that ended up on your cheek or further down your forehead than you expected.
jisung is snickering next to you, "smurf."
your head darts in his direction, glaring.
"angry smurf."
at the moment, you catch hyunjin staring at you while he takes a quick snap of your hilarious hair and dye-smeared face with his phone. your jaw drops as you hear the camera click.
"no wonder you two are best friends," you grumble, arms crossing over your chest, "i'll head butt the both of you!"
hyunjin giggles as he walks away, jisung's phone on the sink vibrates from a sudden notification. it's definitely the picture hyunjin took of you glaring at him. your boyfriend doesn't pick up his phone to check but he makes a mental note to save that photo to his camera roll later on. depending on how funny it is he may also make that your new contact photo on his phone.
the two of you wait for the timer to go off, you gaze off into the distance, eyes not focusing on anything as you zone out. on the other hand, jisung's eyes graze over you, looking at your head and the dye stains on your skin and he thinks about what methods would be best to remove the dye stains on your skin.
"i'll keep the other box in my room," jisung's voice captures your attention, your head darts in his direction with a confused look on your face, "the other box."
he gestures to the plastic bag, that somehow ended up on the floor and you nod.
"i'll probably be the one dying it again so i'll keep it in my room."
"you'd help again?" your jolt, posture straightening from the excitement.
he nods, "of course. unless…"
"unless what? if you say unless my hair falls out and i'm bald i will actually head butt you."
he shakes his head, chuckling as he crosses his arms over his chest. he shrugs before he continues, "unless i start to really like how your hair looks blue and decide i also want the same colour."
the possibility that you and jisung would have matching hair colours has your heart fluttering. you absolutely love it when you and jisung match, most of the time it's small things like matching accessories. but matching hair colours in comparison to matching accessories, felt like a grander display.
based on jisung's observation of your facial expression; your beaming eyes and the subtle way you bite at your lip. it's clear that the idea is something that appeals to you. he can practically feel the excitement radiating off your body and seeping into his own.
"hmm… we'll wash your hair out and you can dye mine?"
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yootaesowlwrites · 5 months
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Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung
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W/C: 3K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
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You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.
“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.
“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.
“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.
“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.
“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”
“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.
“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.
“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.
“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.
“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.
“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.
“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.
“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.
“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.
“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”
“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.
“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.
“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.
“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.
“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.
“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.
“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.
“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.
“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.
“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”
“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.
“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.
“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.
“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”
“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.
“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”
“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”
“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.
“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.
“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.
“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.
“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.
“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"
"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.
"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.
"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.
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❝Black Cocoon❞ (scb x fem!reader) [18+]
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༘♡WHOSE LOVE ➖ "to lovers" trope series
Whose Love Masterlist
♡ best friends to lovers ♡
one shot: 5,0k words
🏋️plot: after failing multiple times at dating, you keep looking for comfort in the company of your best friend
🏋️genre/warnings: gym buddies~, reader's date is a creep, body and slut shaming, making out, wrestling as in play fighting, vanilla smut with plot, oral (male/female receiving), vaginal fingering, begging, dummies in love, mentions of cb as a tattoo artist cuz I live for it + cb with glasses cuz it's just fckn hot
🏋️taglist: @chartrucewhore
🔥 You got a new match! 😍😍😍
Online dating is so awful. And this date is so fucking gruesome. The food at the restaurant that he picked out is quite nice but this is the only good thing you can say about this date with him. Or do two hours usually feel like five?
“So you go to the gym? Like regularly?”
After his lengthy story telling about his so called ‘crazy ex girlfriends’, he finally asks you about the first thing you put in your dating profile.
“Yeah.” you answer dryly, stirring your drink and waiting for the clock to strike nine o’clock, because your best friend promised you to pick you up after closing up the tattoo studio he works at. Only a few minutes left until Changbin gets you out of this hell, since you surely won’t go home alone with this creep potentially chasing after you - You feel sorry for all of his ex girlfriends. Talking with him could count as a modern torture method.
“But you don’t want to get buff right? Like put on more weight? Cause I see, you clearly enjoy the food. You ate more than me.”
Can bis guy become even more hideous?
He just keeps on talking, “you know, real men like it more, if a women is more slender and small framed.”
The clinking of the spoon hitting the bottom of your glass interrupts his nerve wrecking monologue. You look him dead in the eye while his expression slowly turns into an offended one. As if you were the one shaming his body and making ridiculous comments about his eating habits.
You pull the napkin up from your lap to put it on your empty plate, “I think this doesn’t work out.”
He scoffs, “Really? Why do you think that? It’s because I’m not some kind of gym hunk, right? I know that women like you love to slut themselves out at the gym for attention but god forbid a guy like me approaches you.”
“Yeah, you really don’t look like a guy who goes to the gym often,” the voice of your best friend behind you puts you at ease after clenching your teeth at this guy’s claims, “and I hope for you that I’ll never see you at the one we go to.” he continues, cracking his knuckles before one of his hands lands on your shoulder, “Let’s get out of here.”
You nod and get up from your chair as the guy sneers at you.
“Damn, not even done with the date and you hop on some other guy’s dick like a bitch in heat. And what do I get for treating you to a fancy dinner?” he shouts, throwing his hands up to cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant. The judging looks from the people around you make you want to sink into the earth out of shame.
“She doesn’t owe you anything” Changbin laughs at him, grabbing your hand to lead the way out of the restaurant.
You follow after him to the black coupe, letting out a frustrated sigh after you put the seat belt on. You put your head down in shame. Then rage starts to bubble up inside you. You start to bite on the insides of your cheeks. Changbin observes you worriedly.
“Could you please start the car and drive me home?” you don’t want to sound upset but the crack in your voice makes it obvious that you’re about to cry out of anger and embarrassment.
“Sure.” your best friend sighs. Changbin has heard every story about your unhinged dates or ex boyfriends, though this guy is truly in the top five due to his incel behavior. He’s always utterly bewildered by your picks in men to date.
Another few minutes of silence pass until he looks over to you, seeing you texting somebody.
“Your roommate?”
“Yeah,” you sniffle. “she is out with her boyfriend.”
“At least they’re not getting freaky at yours again.” he tries to lighten the mood, yet to no avail. His smile dies right after he sees your unchanged expression.
“I wanted to do a girls night. Watch Shrek and eat junk food.” you mumble, looking out the window.
He giggles, “You know, I’m always down for girls night.” Finally he gets a smile out of you.
“Bin, aren’t you tired after work? Wasn’t the full sleeve scheduled for today?”
“Yeah, the client was very nice though. I’ll probably still fall asleep halfway into the movie.”
“We both will, I think.”
“Isn’t it always like that?” his hands grab onto yours over the console to comfort you.
Time always flies when you spend it with a person you like. It has been like that since the day you both met. One late evening at the gym you craved some fruit punch from the juice bar. Coincidentally, Changbin and you reached for the last bottle at the same time, yet he abandoned the fruit punch for you to take. However, your guilty conscience made you ask an employee for two paper cups. You filled them both up, because he didn’t seem to find anything else in the almost empty aisle.
You handed him one cup, startling him as he was still contemplating his juice choice. He looked at you with wide eyes, accepting the shared fruit punch with a timid smile. You got to talk a lot at the lounge: about his job as a tattoo artist, about your job as a freelancer photographer and about your mutual struggles with relationships. One hour of talking felt like ten minutes.
He excused himself for having to go home, because he had a lot of wanna dos planned for the next day. That’s why you exchanged phone numbers to meet up for working out together. Your boyfriend at that time didn’t like the idea of you hanging around with other guys and ended things as he noticed you meet up more with Changbin than with him. You felt bad, though hanging out with Changbin was more fun than every relationship you endured for months and it felt mutual.
Changbin and you got even more closer by being there for each other in hard times, break ups and so on. Getting to know each other on a deeper level. Forming a profound connection for the first time with another person. Calling each other ‘besties’ as a joke at first. Although, with time, the love you hold for him grew and so did the attraction that you still feel towards him.
He doesn't see you that way, does he? - No. You try to push those feelings down ever since you established them. If he likes you, he would make a move on you, just like the other guys you had a thing with. However, those guys don’t try to get to know more about you than your body.
Your body – the words from the creepy guy are still ringing in your ears. Changbin realizes that you’re in your head again.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“Oh, ehm, nothing much.”
“Doesn’t look like it,” he points out cautiously.
“He said some hurtful things to me.”
“And you know they aren’t true.”
“I’m not talking about the attention whore allegations.” you force a laugh.
“He said even more bullshit? Was he like this for the whole date? You should have texted me to pick you up way earlier.”
“I won’t make you drop your work for my bad choice in dating partners.”
“But you totally should!”
“Changbin,” you throw a pillow at him to shut him up for fun. “it was about my body. He said that I eat too much and I shouldn’t get bigger, because real man like slender small-framed women and so on.”
Your best friend loses himself in a laughing fit, after hearing this.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, oh Lord.” he puts his hands on his face in disbelief. “Please forget about this date. This dude is out of his mind for talking shit about your body. I mean look at you!” he removes his hands from his face and pointing at you. He stops for a second, swallowing hard while taking in your body. It’s just a tank top and leggings but he stares at you as if you lay next to him in lingerie. You notice how his ears turn red. “You feeling self conscious about your body is ridiculous.” he stammers out, looking back at the TV.
You find it kind of hot seeing your best friend kind of mesmerized by you. Cuddling closer to him, he puts his arm around you naturally. You both shift a bit to get more comfortable before falling asleep together with “I’m a believer” playing in the background.
🔥 Someone likes you! 😍 Swipe right to see who!
The audacity of that douche to text you again throws you off for the whole day. You have another photo shooting appointment at a big company so you try to stay as professional as possible. At first you try to ignore it. After another few hours the vibrations of your phone in your back pocket throw you off, in the middle of your shoot. You excuse yourself politely, turning around and mumbling to yourself, cursing this motherfucker out. He can put the chain of apologies up his ass. You block him on every messenger app you can think of for now.
On your break, you text your best friend about this creep spamming you with messages. Grabbing a cup of instant coffee from the machine on the break room, you get an unexpected call from Changbin. He jokes around with you for a bit about the downright ridiculous behavior of this man. Your bad mood changes completely, yet comes right back as you spot that dimwit in front of the company building as you look out of the window.
“Why is he here?”
“Who? You mean that idiot? Do you see him? Is he some kind of stalker?”
“Yeah, he’s right in front of the building.”
“Did you tell him about our commission there?”
“No, he didn’t let me get a word in.”
“You sure you blocked him everywhere?”
You check your phone again, “Yeah, I only have those three, oh,” you stop swiping through your home screen, seeing the white ghost on the yellow background. “He may got my location from snapchat. I’m so dumb. Oh my god those damn snap maps.” you groan.
“Don’t worry too much. I’ll pick you up after work. I don’t have any appointments scheduled for today.”
You try to stay calm for the rest of the photo shooting of the last department. Maybe the guy left already, since you’ve been working for another three hours.
Changbin texts you, that his car is parked in front of the building. You look left and right as you leave the building but this creep is nowhere to be seen. You jog over to the black coupe.
“Should we go to the police?” you ask him right after getting into the car.
“Nah, you don’t have to worry anymore. Trust me.” Changbin answers, putting the car into first gear. You wonder what he is trying to say.
“What did you do?” you ask curiously.
“I made sure, he leaves you alone from now on.” he looks over to you, smiling reassuringly, “I have this one patron, who offered me his help if I need it anytime and I got lucky that he was free today.”
“Damn, okay. I hope he doesn’t get in trouble, because of me.”
“I think he is fine. That weirdo not so much,” he grins evilly, “you’re safe with me, just forget that asshole.” he adds.
Driving to the parking lot of the shopping center, you both decide to grab dinner at the food mile. Getting some pho tofu soup for a change, you listen to Changbin breaking the news of a new tattoo apprentice joining the studio. Sometimes, you feel awful about the fact that he spends most of his free time with you, since he is very busy. He hasn’t had a real date in months, always telling you about how he doesn’t have time for it at the moment.
The temperatures outside are still pleasant. Changbin persuades you to drive with him to his new favorite spot where you can watch the city’s skyline. He explains to you that he likes to drive up to this spot to clear his head. The bright lights of the sky towers illuminating the whole city scope beneath you. You look to your side to watch Changbin adjusting his glasses, asking you if you like the view.
“I love the view,” you answer, not looking away from him but he doesn’t notice.
“I don’t want to go home.” he admits, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“Me too,” you move closer to him, to hug him from the side, “thank you for showing me this spot.”
“Of course, you’re a very special person to me. I care a lot about you and,” he stops, contemplating his next words, “it’s not the first time for me saying this to you but you have to promise me to stop with this online dating bullshit.”
“Bin, that's my only chance to meet new people.” you wail.
“It only makes you miserable and nothing great came out of it.” he says frustrated, though still holding you close.
You tilt your head, looking into his eyes as if you see right through his intentions.
“You just want me to spend more time with you at the gym on weekends.” you joke, hugging him tightly now.
He chuckles. “That's just a plus I'm getting out of it and you won't have to endure those shitty dates anymore,” his arms finally wrap around the small of your back. “I love spending time with you of course.”
“Love that too.” you respond.
“I'm always there for you when you need me, okay?” his hand moves to your cheek, his thumb caressing it.
“Thank you, Binnie.” you breathe in his cozy scent from the cologne you always compliment him on. Bathing in the warmth, the safety and the familiarity you feel by being embraced by him. The weight of his body shifts, moving you backwards to rest by the hood of his car. His hands move from your waist to the back of your thighs.
“Come here” he whispers, placing you on the hood of his car to stand between your legs. You instantly put your hands on his shoulders for support. When you are face to face him, you notice him staring at your lips as you lick them in nervousness.
Best friends don’t look at each other like this. His eyes wander up to yours again, full of admiration and longing to be closer to you. Your heart skips a beat. This slim fit shirt that he’s wearing make your mouth water. You trace your hands over his pecs, making his breath hitch. His face inches closer to yours. The chilling night air cooling down the heat you feel in your cheeks. You close the almost nonexistent gap between you and lock your lips with his. One of his hands lands on the nape of your neck eagerly, not wanting to part from you.
Following up with small pecks that turn into deep romantic kisses. Your head is spinning at this point. Trying not to overthink this moment and to just enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours. Making out with your best friend on the hood of his car at night feels like you’re having a wet dream, without the dissatisfaction of waking up right when it’s getting spicier. You feel him rubbing against you to relief some tension but the ringing of your phone ruins the bliss you were in. You whine at the loss of this lips, pulling out your phone, seeing it’s your roommate calling.
She explains to you how she forgot the keys to your shared apartment and needs you to come help her, because she needs her laptop. Changbin pulls away slightly as he notices his boner poking your hip. He is a bit embarrassed about how fast he got carried away, although he was more mad at your roommate for ruining the night. He already imagined moving things to the backseat of his car.
“I'll drive you home.” he pulls away completely to get back into the driver's seat.
You both don't seem to know what to say to each other. Did the regret kick in? Did you just ruin a perfectly fine friendship? He stops in front of your apartment building to drop you off. Finally you find the courage to look at him again to bid goodbye.
”Today was really amazing, see yah" you say in a small voice, leaving the car immediately and mentally breaking down of making a fool out of yourself. You see your roommate waving in your direction but you ignored her. Quickly opening the door with your keys to rush into your room and to scream in your pillow in desperation. The memory of your first shared kiss flashes before you again, giving you goosebumps. Only the vibration of a phone notification brings you back into reality.
Binnie♥: gym tomorrow? :)
🔥 Don't keep your match waiting! 💌
You decide to take a break from your online dating life to cope with your inner conflict regarding your feelings for your best friend. With shaking knees you still decide to go to the gym to meet up with him. It surprises you that he doesn’t seem to be tense at all. He still hugs you as a greeting but it lasts longer than usual. Honestly, you would hug him even longer if you wouldn’t be so confused with your relationship.
You tell him that his client must have done a good job, because that guy didn’t bother you ever since. He is very glad to hear this from you. Nonetheless, he is adamant that you learn some self defense techniques from him today. And you don’t bother to complain, even though the thought of him manhandling you makes you dizzy.
"Okay, make sure to trap an arm or a leg, okay? Let's start by laying down on the mat." he instructs you, kneeling down next to you. You hesitate but comply.
“And now what?”
Changbin grabs both your wrists to pin them down over your head and then proceeds to straddle your waist.
You try your best to keep your cool and not drool over the sight of him looking down at you.
“Feels degrading, right?”
“Kinda.” you answer, contemplating why you feel hot all of a sudden.
He chuckles at you, “Then try to escape.”
“I know I can’t.”
“Don’t tell me that you’re already giving up?” he teases.
“Why can’t we practice something easier?” you whine in protest, pushing your hips up, taking him by surprise. He loses his balance, letting go of you wrists to catch himself from face planting. You hug his torso tightly to pull him over by trapping one of his arms in the movement. He cries out your name while trying to stifle his laughter. As you end up straddling him, he decides to tickle you relentlessly out of revenge. You try to push his hands away in vain. The little self defense lesson turns into a little play fight between you two.
Changbin pulls you up to sit on his lap, so you both can catch a breath.
"Reminds me of yesterday," you say shyly while smiling.
"Yeah, about that…" he trails off and avoiding eye contact.
"I'm okay, if it didn't mean anything," you panic and feel a sting in your chest as you say these words out loud, "our friendship is very important to me," you add to reassure him.
He sighs, "Same for me"
"What's wrong then?"
“It's just that I liked it so much... it's all i can think about” he confesses to you.
You ask cautiously, “Us making out?”
“Us being more than best friends,” he corrects you timidly, yet his face inches closer to yours just to land a small peck on your cheek. He is quick to pull you both up to stand.
"It’s getting pretty late, I'll go shower. Let's meet by my car in twenty minutes." He leaves you behind with your mind going blank on what just happened.
Changbin is always the first to be ready. He’s waiting patiently in the driver’s seat for you. You hurry downstairs to the parking lot to join him in his car. ‘Beside you’ by keshi plays softly in the background. You love how he always puts on one of your favorite artists on.
He turns on the engine, "Wanna grab some food?"
"McDonald's?" you ask back.
You smile at each other in agreement.
Changbin is just holding normal conversations with you while eating your cheeseburgers at the parking area. But you find it hard to concentrate since you couldn't ignore the fact that he basically confessed to you merely half an hour ago. Maybe he is still waiting for your reply, because all you did was stare at him. Suddenly, his phone is getting notifications like crazy. Changbin grabs his phone annoyed to look who has been texting him, finding out that it’s the group chat of his housemates.
"The boys are going clubbing tonight" he notes.
"You wanna go with them?"
He chuckles, "Nah. I take the chance to have the apartment for myself."
"Yeah, I understand. I guess my roommate got her boyfriend over again. Really don't wanna go there,” you sigh annoyed.
"Then stay at my place for the night," he suggests.
"Don't you think they bring girls home?"
“Stop being silly. We three got no game whatsoever”
"They probably just don't tell you, so you won't be the only one without game." you nudge him as he stops at a red light.
He looks at you with an open mouth, scoffing at your comment. However, when he faces the traffic again, you take the chance to kiss his cheek.
"I’d like to spend the night at yours, honey bunny."
He giggles at the nickname, his hand smacking your thigh lightly and staying there for the rest of the drive to his apartment. You lay your hand on his to keep it there.
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His bed is one of your favorite places to snuggle up together. Usually his scent is already comforting to you but you feel like you’re going crazy if he doesn’t get his cute ass over to you in the next minutes. You try to get rid of your unholy thoughts by searching for a movie.
“Is it gonna be comedy or horror?” he asks while preparing the snacks.
"Both? I don't think my mind has the capacity to follow a serious movie right now."
"Haven't seen ‘Cabin in the Woods’ in awhile. Or what about Scooby Doo 2?” he returns to you on his bed, putting bowls with nachos and salsa on his night stand. You settle for Scooby Doo, because you both loved the series as kids. You get closer while cuddling not even bothering about the snacks he prepared. You notice him pondering over something as he is quite tense while spooning you from behind.
“I didn't make you uncomfortable, right? Today at the gym?”
"Oh no. Honestly, I didn't think you would feel the same,” you roll around to lay on your other side to face him, “I like the idea of us being more than friends too,” you continued, drawing patterns on his shirt with your fingers. Changbin takes the opportunity to hover above you with a grin plastered on his face.
“And why didn't you tell me this sooner?” he almost whispers.
"I'm sorry," you say embarrassed, "what can I do to make it up to you?"
“How about you kiss me again?"
Locking his lips with yours in a passionate kiss, your hands grab at his biceps and neck while he starts to roll his hips into yours. His pretty groans are making you even wetter as your hands pull at his curly hair. He lets go of you for a second to pull off his hoodie and shirt beneath.
“Fuck” you curse at the sight of his bare trained and tattooed upper body. A cocky smile appears on his face. He removes your shirt as well to finally feel your tits in his hands. After pulling down his sweatpants with his boxers you can’t hold yourself back from staring at his girth. Feeling your mouth watering at the sight, you never wanted to suck a dick so bad, already imagining him getting whiny for you. He notices how your fingers reach for your clit.
"No need to get impatient. Come here, angel," he pulls down your shorts and panties. He rubs up and down your slit, wetting his fingers before plunging them inside your pussy. Your moans were getting needier pretty fast as he pumps them in and out of you while sucking on your bundle of nerves. He lets go of you as he notices you’re about to reach your high.
"Put your ass up, pretty girl" he instructs you.
You position yourself just like he wants while he pulls out a condom from his night stand. He slaps his hard dick on your ass a few times before he enters you. You both moan out in unison.
"Do I fill you up good?"
"Feels amazing, oh fuck."
He chuckles as he sees how cock dumb you already are and starts off with slow deep thrusts to stretch you slowly. Both hands on your hips grabbing into your flesh hungrily.
"Binnie~" you groan out, moving your hips back a little bit to meet his thrusts.
"Want more, baby?”
"Uh-huh" you moan out even louder.
"Then beg for it," he spats out.
You groan in desperation, taking a mental note to get back at him.
"Bin, please. Fuck me harder. Please, please, please,” you chant, “just a bit faster."
"That's my girl." he grants your pleas by pumping faster in and out of your tight hole.
Then he pulls out of you abruptly. You want to cry out, due to being edged again but he quickly pulls you onto your back. His lips finding yours in a hungry kiss before moving down along your jaw to your neck. His dick fills you up again. Finally, he thrusts into you the way you want him to. No more teasing. Just his plush lips against yours and his cock deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his muscular back, erupting beautiful moans out of him. It feels heavenly when his dick hits that exact spot to make you lose control.
“So fucking close,” he moans into your mouth as his tongue is exploring your mouth and you feel his thrusts are turning more sloppy.
“Me too. Please Binnie,” you cry out, “come inside me.”
“Fuck, don’t say that.” he grunts while pulling his strength into picking up his pace again.
"Wish I could fill you up.”
His words make you let go completely and you clenching around him makes him cum soon after you.
Both of you need a few minutes to calm down, laying next to each other.
You speak up first, “It doesn't make sense.”
“What are you talking about, pretty?" he rolls over to you, grabbing lazily at his dick to pull the condom off.
"How can you not have game when you fuck this good?"
He just laughs and gets up to throw the condom into the trash. You lean onto your elbows to study his appearance. “And with a body like yours” you continued, biting your lips.
“I just don't have the time for dates like you do. This is hard work." he jokes and points at his body while flexing his chest muscles.
"And hard work should be rewarded, don't you think?" you tease him as he steps over to you again.
"If the reward is you, I agree." he smiles down at you before trapping you with your back against the mattress again. Going in for kiss, you think about going for a second round but he parts from your lips with a serious expression on his face.
“It's always been you. It's not that I didn't try it with other people, though it wasn't the same feelings that I know I have for you.”
“You're really telling me I could have had you this whole time, while dating the biggest pricks in this galaxy?” you sob jokingly, making him laugh.
“Forget about the past.” he leans over you again to kiss and suck on your neck.
“Get on your back” you order with a stern voice. Changbin lets go of your neck with a pop.
As he doesn’t move instantly, you push him over more easily than expected. It just proves that he wants you to take the lead. He still doesn’t fight back as you straddle one of his big thighs. Kissing his in tattoos covered upper body while stroking his dick. He let’s out the prettiest whimpers.
“Binnie, you’re already hard again?” you ask in a sultry voice.
“Of course I am.” he lets out another whiny moan as your tongue traces one of his nipples.
You go further down his body with your kisses, until your lips wrap around his cock head. His fingers get entangled into your hair. The neediness in his grunts and moans get you excited again but you have to stick to your plan.
You let him use your mouth for a bit, making you gag around his thick cock.
“Fuck, feels so good I-”
Suddenly you pull off of him, leaving him whining loudly in protest.
“Do you want more, Binnie?” you take his dick into your hands again, stroking him ever so slowly”
“Mhm” he nods with a grunt.
You lean towards his side to whisper into his ear, “Beg for more then.”
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🏋️a/n: I wish I could upload more frequently on this series but work has been stressing me out the last two weeks :/ I think you guys experience those days as well and I hope I can make your day better with my works. Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Thank you for all the love! I really appreciate all the likes/reblogs/comments/feedback. They make my day :) ♥ [TMI: I woke up at 2am again to make final edits and post this]♥
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taeminsung · 10 months
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one last song..
pairing: chan x reader
summary: in this episode of chan’s room, he did the one thing he never thought he would do for himself.
mina’s notes: listening to one of my favorite songs and just thought this would be very chan. please enjoy ♡
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The empty hotel room was filled with a deafening silence that it almost felt alive. Some small part of Chan wished that he would have told any of the members about his little plan, but a different part of him knew that if he had, he most likely would have chickened out of doing it. Hearing his own heartbeat in his head, he considered the options if he just went to bed and gave up on everything, what would everyone think of him? There was a slight shake to his hands as he continues to get everything set up for his weekly Chan’s room, hoping that one special person would tune in like they always did. It was the routine every Sunday and it never mattered what you were doing but you always dropped everything you made sure to turn on the live stream. Today was the first time he ever hesitated before turning on the love, knowing that by the end of the night, he was either going to have his heart broken or mend what he broke in the first plan. Closing his eyes, he took a final deep breath before hitting the button to go live.
Feeling more nervous than usual, his eyes stayed glued to the chat trying to reply to comments as they came in. He was happy to have different questions flooding in about the tours, members, and anything else that allowed him to push off his plan. It wasn’t a difficult plan really, just one he didn’t know how to move forward with. The day before during sound check, he planned it all. A few easy steps he thought at the time. Go live, as he always did, fully admit to having a special someone, play an unreleased song, then deal with the repercussions of his actions. Honestly, he knew that the last step should be the one that he was the most unsure about, but step one of the plans scared him to no end. Chan know that he would have to deal with the company likely giving him a lashing for showing a song that wasn’t done, but he didn’t know what your reaction would be.
Just weeks earlier, you two had been cuddled on his couch in the dorm, listening to some of the new 3Racha songs, deciding which one they would use for an upcoming opportunity. Before Chan really understood what was going on, you both were on opposite sides of the couch yelling at each other, with Changbin trying to calm the situation down to the best of his ability. Jisung was curled under the blanket pulling at your arm to get you to sit down and take a breath before anything else was said. The memory was potty for Chan, but he remembered you screaming that you never felt like a priority and that you felt like you always had to beg for his attention before slamming the door to their dorm as you left. The silence that had filled the dorm until Hyunjin came home, rivaled that from earlier and he hated how that was your last interaction for weeks because work again took him away from you.
Slowly coming back to reality, he realized that he had been utterly silent, lost in the memory of that night and when he dared to look at the chat, everyone was asking if he was alright or why he just went silent for so long. I’m not really sure if I’m ok, he started with an uneven sign, I messed something up in my personal life and I don’t know if I can really fix it. Glancing down at his phone, he had a message from Felix to let him in the room so he could hang out. One second everyone, we will have a special guest tonight, Chan stated before going to open the door. When he opened the door, he didn’t expect to be greeted with six other people standing behind Felix. Quickly they all squeezed by him and into the room, shouting their hellos to the live but mostly staying out of view as they made themselves comfortable on various surfaces. Signing, Chan returned to his original spot in front of the camera as he explained that the surprise guest was actually all of his members, and he wouldn’t pressure them to be on camera if they didn’t want to.
A comfortable silence filled the room this time as he continued to read the chats that came through. Oh, I did start to talk about something before they came in, he hummed looking around at each of his members, watching as all of them gave him supportive gestures for him to continue his story. When his eyes fell on Changbin, he slightly tilted his head in confusion as to what was going on. We wanted to support whatever crazy plan you came up with, it’s all of us together, Changbin said before going back to whatever it was that he was going on his phone. Time continued to pass and the tightness in Chan’s chest started to gnaw at him as he quickly read the chats. Taking another deep breath and final glance at everyone in his room, he decided that it was now or never. The short crazy three step plan that he had come up with was finally going to be set into action.
Alright, I have something I need to confess, Chan stated before closing his eyes and remembering your tear stained face that night as he continued, there is a special someone in my life, well I hope they are still in my life, not that anything bad happened to them, but I ah, pausing his rambles, he watched as Jisung sat next to him, placing his hand on his shoulder waiting for him to continue. I really messed up with this someone and I just want to apologize to them for keeping them in the dark so long when I should have been showing you off to the world. Tears pricked at his waterline as his fingers played on his phone finding the file that he was so scared to play to the world. The nights he wouldn’t sleep since that fight were spent creating something for you, in the hopes that you would understand and take him back. So, I, uh, created a song that I wanted to share with you, please let me know your thoughts, he concluded knowing that the last part was directed at you and only you.
The soft beat of the song started to play as so many eyes watched him sink back into the couch. Chan’s voice again filled the room as he covered his face embarrassed that he was playing the song he wrote for you, for the entire world to hear.
Right here right now, you are on my mind, and I think about you all the time.
As the words continued to be heard by everyone, Chan couldn’t help but to think back to the good times that you shared. When he first met you at the music store, he didn’t expect to leave with your number and a blush spread across his face. Truly, he felt bad for his members at the time because he couldn’t stop himself from talking about you for weeks after that encounter, scared to message you first in case you were just being polite when he asked for your number.
I’m sending a message to you, and I’m hoping that it will get through.
The last nights that you two would steal away from the world, whether you were sneaking into JYP to hang out with him while he worked on new songs, or when you’d both meet somewhere to enjoy a meal before wandering the city. For Chan, it never really mattered what the two of you ended up doing when you were together, as long as you were just together to begin with. He enjoyed the quiet moments with you when you were busy working on your stuff, and he could just be in the same space as you. It brought a calm to his life that he didn’t realize he was missing until you, even now, that calm was crumbling without you just there.
I miss having you by my side.
Maybe it was the comfort he developed in your presence but having you by his side gave him the strength to work long hours, to create more songs than he knew what to do with, to be the strong pillar that he knew his members needed from him when things got tough. While his members depended on him for a lot, he in turn depended on you to be his lighthouse in the dark days. Never once would did he put the pressure on you by telling you it all, instead he just let the moments of his head resting in your lap while you played with his hair wash away the bad that he didn’t want to deal with.
In case you hear this, then know you’re the love of my life.
Months after meeting you, he realized it so quickly. For him, there wasn’t going to be anyone else, you were his end. You, the person who made him want to be a better person. You, the one who made him smile and laugh no matter what was going on outside the walls of his room. You, the love of his life, who had endless patience for him in all things. Which only made him understand, far too late, that you blowing up on him that night meant that it was something you had wanted to share with him for a long time, or had been sharing and he just never noticed it in the way you needed him to. You, the light that he would do anything to have back in his life.
Maybe you’re listening, so here’s one last song for you.
In truth, this wasn’t going to be the official last song for you, but only the last sad song. The next song he wrote for you was going to be one that was filled with so much love and adoration that he knew he would never get anyone to sing on. He felt like a small weight was lifted off his chest as the final sounds of the melody finished and allowed silence to find its way back into the room. Peaking between his fingers he watched the chat scroll at such a speed that he couldn’t ever begin to read any of the messages there. Stealing another glance around the room, he noted the way that none of the members could look at him and swore he could have heard a few low sniffles. His heart squeezed in his chest before thinking it was best to throw in the towel and end the live, knowing that he was half the world away and you might not have had time to tune in this week. Knowing that it would be trending, and your friends would show you, he shook his head in defeat. His thoughts drifted back to the drawings board for how to make a grand gesture for you.
The incredibly quiet ping of a message sent his heart into overdrive as he saw your name light up his screen. It was short, I love you, Channie. Please continue to do the live and we can talk when you get home in a few days. In the few words that you had sent, a piece of his heart felt like it was healed instantly. Chan also knew that you didn’t love to have serious talks over the phone because expressions were such a big part of the both of you and missing those could lead to even more miscommunications. Feeling like he was himself again, he went back to reading the chats with a new found giddiness that only caused the other members to finally join in on the live, giving him even more strength to finish out the next few days knowing that he got to go home to you.
˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡
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stayteezdreams · 10 months
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My Kind of Fun: Part One
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Plot: Parties aren't really your thing, so when you sneak off to find some peace and quiet, you run into someone who feels the same.
-Part Two-
Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader
-Meet Cute Series-
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, and a drunk guy (the reader is not mentioned as drinking anything)
Words: ~2.1k
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Your fake laugh spilled from your mouth for the hundredth time, as the drunk guy in front of you told a story you were certain was fake.
His glazed eyes were barely focused on you as he slurred his words, and you looked round the room desperately for your friend. You had begun to feel overwhelmed with your surroundings a while ago, but told yourself to stay. But the longer you did, the more you regretted it.
Excusing yourself, you left the drunk man to himself as you looked for somewhere quiet to escape too, while also keeping an eye out for your friend.
'Why did I let her convince me to come?' you asked yourself as you dodged a stumbling drunk girl.
Seeing your friend nowhere in sight, you worried she may have left with someone, forgetting your existence for the night. You sighed as your eyes landed on the doors to what you assumed was a balcony.
Peaking out the glass window, you saw no one, and felt a wave of relief. Pushing open the door, you slid out and let out a sigh as the cool night air washed over you.
Walking to the balcony ledge, your eyes cast over the city. You felt instantly more at ease away from the loud music, alcohol and strangers. You laid your head down on your arm for a second as you took in a breath.
Standing up straight again, you turned to lean against the railing, but your eyes instantly caught on the young man on the other side of the balcony.
Your heart jolted as you jumped, letting out a gasp of surprise.
His eyes widened in surprise as he lifted his hands, "Sorry!" he yelled in a soft voice.
You let out a breath as you chuckled, clearly still in shock.
"I wasn't sure if I should have announced my presence when you came out or not" He mumbled in a somewhat awkward tone, but you could see an amused smile on his face.
You lifted your hand "It's okay, I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was out here."
Han's smile relaxed a bit as you chuckled. When he saw you come out onto the balcony his heart dropped. He was afraid you were some drunk stranger who was gonna bother him.
But then he recognized you, having seen you earlier. He remembered thinking you looked as uncomfortable as he felt.
When you let out a sigh and wandered to the balcony, he could tell you weren't drunk. And from the way you were acting he thought maybe you were tying to escape just like he had.
Straightening up a bit, you placed your hands behind your back, feeling a bit awkward. You smiled at Han, and he felt his heart jolt.
"Do you want me to leave? You were here first, I can find somewhere else to go." You offered politely, uncertain of what to do.
Han stood up a bit straighter and shook his head quickly "No no, you don't have to do that." He smiled softly at you "Are you trying to escape the party?"
You felt an odd sense of relief wash over you at this comment before you chuckled and nodded "Yeah, I didn't really want to come."
Han let out a soft laugh "Yeah me neither. Well-" he interrupted himself "I did want to come, but I didn't want to be here this long."
"Did your friend disappear on you too?" You asked with a knowing tone as you walked a bit closer to him.
He nodded smiling, feeling relieved you were just like him in this moment.
"I'm Y/n." You introduced yourself, your tone obviously shy.
Han felt his heart skip a beat as you smiled at him again "I'm Jisung, most of my friends call me Han though."
"It's nice to meet you." You said with a soft bow of your head as your smile widened a bit.
Han's heart seemed to do another flip, and he felt an urge to know more about you, to know everything about you.
He slowly took steps towards the balcony, and you followed. Leaning against the railing together, though you were still a few feet away from each other.
After a brief moment of silence Han cleared his throat lightly "So if you didn't want to come to the party, why did you?" He asked softly, genuinely curious.
You smiled and looked down at your hands, wondering how honest you should be. Glancing over at him, you were almost taken aback by the soft, patient gaze as he looked at you. Something told you he'd understand you.
"Uhh, I'm pretty introverted, I don't have a lot of friends and I avoid crowded places." You gave him a brief look, and saw him nod softly, almost as if he felt the same, so you continued "I want to be better at being social, so-" you sighed "When my friend told me about this party and asked me to come, I said yes, much to their surprise" You chuckled "But, my social battery ran out quite a while ago." You admitted with a slightly disappointed tone.
He nodded and let out a breath "I'm the same, pretty much."
You met his eyes and he smiled softly "Yeah?"
He nodded, and a wave of understanding and comfort washed over you. Han felt it too as he got lost in staring at you for a moment.
The growing tension between you was broken when you felt your phone vibrate.
Han quickly looked away from you, noting how his heart seemed to be in a constant state of flutter around you.
Reading your text, you felt your stomach twist a bit as you resisted the urge to laugh.
'I hope you got home okay! Don't worry about me, I'm safe ;) '
You shook your head and Han looked at you curiously "Everything okay?"
You sighed softly and nodded as you put your phone away. "Apparently I waited around for nothing. My friend thought I had already gone home so she already left too."
Han rose his brow and opened his mouth in awe "They didn't even check first?"
You shook your head "I'm not really surprised, as I usually would have left by now."
"So what are you gonna do now?" he asked casually, wondering if you were going to leave now.
Part of you wanted to stay and talk to him more, but you dreaded hanging around the party any longer.
You hummed quietly as you looked over the balcony edge out at the city. "I suppose since they left, I should too."
Han would be lying if he said he didn't feel a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he didn't blame you at all for wanting to leave. Before you came out, he was a few moments away from leaving himself.
He nodded in understanding as you turned around, "It was nice to meet you Jisung"
"You too" He smiled, wondering if it would be too forward to ask for your number.
As you walked towards the doors, Han found himself calling out "Wait!"
You turned and looked back at him and you saw him hesitate.
"Uh, I- do you want to share an Uber or something? I think I'm ready to leave too."
You smiled at him "I was actually gonna walk home"
"Walk!?"
"Yeah, I live close by, I walked here, sooo" You chuckled.
Han looked around "But it's the middle of the night! Since your friend left it's too dangerous to walk alone isn't it?"
You felt touched at his concern for you, and giggled lightly, unaware of the somersaults you made Han's heart do when you did.
Han walked over to you "Let me-" he stopped himself "Can I walk you home? Or at least most of the way? It doesn't seem right to let you walk alone."
Your heart was pounding in your chest, as your ears burned hot. He really was a nice guy wasn't he?
"What about your friend?"
He shrugged, "I seriously doubt they'd notice I left."
"Some great friends we have huh?" You asked with a chuckle, making him laugh. After a second of thought, you nodded "Okay, if you really want to, that would be nice."
He smiled at you and nodded "It would certainly make me feel better."
You smiled and he cleared his throat as he walked to the door, pulling it open for you.
As you walked down the dark road towards your house, silence hung between the two of you for only a moment before Han started asking you questions.
Had you always lived here? Did you go to college? What did you study? What are your hobbies?
Your conversation went back and forth as you learned about each other, and in turn found that you got along great, like really great.
So when you turned down your street, you hesitated, you felt disappointed that it was going to end.
You stopped and Han looked over at you "I live just up here" You pointed and you saw Han's face fall with realization.
"Oh" He said softly before he looked around your surroundings.
Han actually felt panicked, at the idea of the night ending. He wanted to keep talking to you forever.
"What- I- do you-" he stumbled over his word before he finally turned and looked at you again with a hopeful smile "Are you hungry?"
You felt a bit surprise at the sudden question, but knew where it was leading.
Your stomach fluttered and you smiled brightly, nodding "I could eat."
Han's smile widened as he scratched the back of his head "I know a place you can get some pretty good ramyeon near here."
You nodded fervently "I know it too."
As you turned and started heading away from your house, both you and Han buzzed with excitement and a childish giddiness that you both wondered if the other felt too.
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Swinging back and forth slowly on the swing as you shoved ramyeon into your mouth you almost laughed.
You didn't expect your night to end with you and a handsome boy you just met, in an empty playground in the middle of the night eating noodles.
As a small scoff escaped you, Han looked over at you in amusement and curiosity.
"What?" He asked with a mouth full of noodles.
You swallowed your food and shook your head "This is just so different then how my night started."
Han chuckled and nodded, feeling the same.
"But honestly, this is more fun to me than any party."
Han laughed out loud now "Cheers to that." He said in an exaggerate tone as he rose his bowl of noodles.
Laughing, you cheers yours against his as you both chuckled. Your eyes met and you both felt yourselves freeze for a moment as tension seem to rise.
At the same time, you both let out soft and awkward giggles before you went back to eating your ramyeon. Casual silence hung between you for a moment before he spoke.
"I like this too." his voice was just above a whisper, but you heard him clearly. You looked over at him just as he looked at you "Would you- would you want to do it again?"
Your heart jumped at his question, and you felt a grin pulling at your lips.
You nodded "I would."
You saw Han repress a smile as he looked down at his food, mixing it a bit aggressively as he nodded, failing to repress his smile anymore "Me too."
You looked back down at your food, and hoped your face wasn't noticeably flushed as you felt butterflies rampage in your stomach.
"Is tomorrow too soon?" He asked suddenly and you looked up a bit surprised, only to see him staring at you with round, excited eyes.
Unable to help it, a laugh bubbled out of you, making him chuckle nervously as he became aware of his own eagerness.
But he felt relieved when you stifled your giggles and shook your head "No, I don't think it's too soon at all."
"Good" he laughed softly as he locked his eyes with yours.
Your eyes stayed locked as you smiled softly at each other, both of you knowing you were feeling the same thing. The same pull towards each other that made you not want to separate.
But even when you had to separate after Han walked you back home, you had the knowledge and excitement that you would see him again soon.
xx
-Part Two-
Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @jaeheekangslover, @sourmooonlight, @seungminsdreamwife, @thesunsfullmoon
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rachalixie · 2 years
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slipped my mind
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you and hyunjin are happily together. too bad you forgot to tell anyone that.
warnings: gender neutral reader x hyunjin, food mention, alcohol mention, friends to lovers
genre: fluff, (unintentional) secret relationship
word count: 1000+
it isn’t that you and hyunjin were trying to hide your relationship from your friends, it really wasn’t. it just, happened. like that.
let’s go back to the beginning shall we?
hyunjin has always been affectionate with you, ever since the first day you met. as soon as you were introduced he wrapped his long arms around you in a hug and he smelled so good and he was so tall and you knew then that you were gone for him. felix complained for months about how unfair it was that he immediately pressed up next to you but it took so long for hyunjin to accept felix’s cuddles.
you quickly became close friends, your personalities meshing together like peanut butter and jelly, just like your friends insisted they would when they introduced the two of you. he laughed at your jokes and you found him hilarious, he liked to give you hugs and you liked to receive them. you simply got each other, more than anyone else ever had. it was a match made in heaven, truly.
it took forever for him to make a move. the both of you were so dramatic but so shy that you danced around each other for months and months, hoping the other felt the same way but not willing to risk your friendship. it finally happened when he drove you home from a 3racha party and you invited him inside, which wasn’t uncommon; you were often each other’s ride home since you lived in the same building. this time though, he pressed you up against the door as soon as he shut it and all but attacked your lips with his own. he kissed you like he thought you would disappear, like you would turn to dust if he let go of you. he pulled back with his eyes wide a minute later, a ‘sorry’ about to fall from his lips, but you pulled him back in with just as much fervor and the rest was history.
things were almost too smooth after that. dates were easy since all you had to do was take an elevator two floors up to his place. there was no awkwardness between you since you both already knew each other so well. you didn’t have to introduce your boyfriend to your friends because they already knew him.
which, in retrospect, is where the problem probably began. you didn’t have to introduce hyunjin as your boyfriend, so you didn’t bother to tell anyone at all.
group hangouts were the same as they were before. hyunjin was all over you? no big deal, he always has been. the two of you agreed that kissing in public wasn’t really your thing, so any amount of PDA you displayed was seen as friendly and normal for you. your cat likes hyunjin more than she likes you? that little rascal always has. the two of you go home together? well yeah, you live in the same building. no one was there to see you both stumble into the same apartment at the end of the night and fall into the same bed together.
it all came to a climax when minho and felix try to meddle into your love lives. all in good nature, they later claimed, as if you would believe those gremlins. you’re sitting in your pajamas eating cookie dough ice cream and watching love island when minho showed up at your apartment with a grin one night, telling you to cancel any plans you had and to get dressed.
“wear something nice,” he said, already flicking through your closet and throwing articles of clothing onto your bed. “you’re going on a date.”
“i’m going on a what?” you stood there in the doorway of your room, mouth gaping.
“a date,” he said slowly, as if talking to a toddler. “you know, the things that people who aren’t you go on to meet other people and then get laid-“
“whoa whoa, slow down,” you cut him off, frowning. “i go on dates. i have a boyfriend! it’s-”
“yeah, sure.” he deadpanned, finished outfit held out in front of him. “put this on. you’re going to get drinks so put on that dark red lipstick you have too.” he pushed you into your bathroom with the clothes and shut the door behind you, leaving you standing there in utter shock. was minho setting you up on a blind date? why would he do this when you have a boyfriend? he knows this. he knows this right? your phone chimed several times from your back pocket, bringing you out of your internal panic.
felix just stormed into my place and told me to get ready for a date?????
im hiding in my closet
send help?
hyunjin’s texts read, surprisingly not broken up into fragmented sentences like he usually does when he’s freaking out.
minho just did the same thing to me, you type back, hands shaking slightly. what was happening?
are you also going to get drinks?, he asked a minute later, making the wheels turn in your head.
yeah
wait
are they setting us up on a blind date with each other???, your breathing is picking up, the confusing pieces starting to fit together.
why would they set us up on a date if we’re already dating
wait
babe
did we forget.
to tell our friends that we’re dating.
as soon as hyunjin’s words registered, the final piece slotted in to make a jangled up complete puzzle. you forgo texting back to hit the call button, putting your phone on speaker and throwing the clothes minho gave you onto the floor.
“help?” hyunjin almost screeched into the phone as a greeting.
“i can’t help you! i need to help myself!” you answer back just as frantically, gesturing with your hands uselessly.
“how did they not know? how did we not tell them? it’s been months!” hyunjin wailed, and you resisted the urge to scream in frustration. “we celebrated our anniversary last month!”
“hyune, we celebrated our friend-anniversaries before we started dating, oh my god, we didn’t tell our friends we were dating, we’re so screwed.”
“we’re in a secret relationship. we’re in a secret relationship. we’re living the plot of a rom-com. how is this happening-“
suddenly your bathroom door swings open, making you scream, and you hear felix’s deep voice through your phone on the counter as him and minho both gasped.
“you’re what?”
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PAIRING: perv!jisung x fem!reader WARNINGS: Masturbation, orgasm denial, degradation WORD COUNT: 1.6K SUMMARY: Horny cashier jisung thanks his lucky stars he clocked in on the same day you happened to get caught in the rain.
He remembered meeting you like it was yesterday. 
He remembered hearing the sound of thunder rumbling off into the distance. The familiar scent of rain wafting in with the occasional opening of the automatic sliding doors, the breeze shaking the petals on the flowers by the checkout area, and the song playing through the half empty grocery store. “Hopelessly Devoted to You” by Olivia Newton-John. The irony is almost laughable when he looks back on it.
The rain was getting worse. Luckily he had his umbrella stuffed in his bag, but you weren’t so lucky. You came jogging into the grocery store Jisung worked at, soaked to the bone. Your hair was almost dripping but it wasn’t as soaked as the rest of you. He figured the broken umbrella in your hand must have had something to do with that although he couldn’t find the brain power to spend another second thinking about that. He needed every cell in his body dedicated to etching you into his mind forever. Your lips, your hair, the look in your eyes as they landed on him and the dress.. Oh my god the dress. 
The light blue cotton dress you had on was sticking to your body like a second skin. You clearly had tried your best to find a bra and panty set that would match the dress as much as possible but went a little too dark. He could clearly make out where the garments covering your intimate areas ended and your glistening skin began. The dress really left nothing to the imagination and his imagination needed no help. He needed to sear this moment into his memory for the rest of his life. That day must have been his lucky day, because he happened to look away at the exact moment you met his eyes.
“Do you sell clothes here?” 
He blinked twice before he realized you were indeed speaking to him.
“Oh! I’m sorry I was- anyway.. Clothes? Yeah! We sell plain shirts and sweatpants in the back. Near the bathrooms.” He answered as quickly as he could whilst simultaneously pulling at the zipper of his pants to make his growing hard-on a little less obvious.
You sighed in relief, dropping your shoulders and showing off another inch of your chest. He held strong and resisted, maintaining eye contact. You thanked him and made a beeline toward the back, but not before giving him a smile so sweet his knees could have buckled. 
That was a month ago but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. That night he fucked his fist in the shower wondering if it would have felt anything like that if he fucked you in the rain that day. How would you have reacted if he asked you for a quickie in the bathroom before you left? Would you have been offended? Maybe slap him hard across the face and call him all kinds of names, he thought, making himself shudder. Maybe you’d invite him to your place and let him fuck you raw if he was good enough. But of course he’d be good, how could he not be for someone like you?
You consumed him completely. He thought about you whenever he saw sun dresses, or the color blue, and was a fucking mess whenever it rained. Pretending his hands were yours, he’d palm himself over his pants, bring himself closer and closer to release without letting himself have it. Thrusting upwards into the zipper of his pants, breathing heavily resting his cheek against the rain spotted window of his bedroom, he’d imagine you. You pushing his face against the glass forcing him to get naked so the whole street could see how much of a whore he was, but also so he couldn’t see you. God did he want to see you, but the version of you in his mind would never let him. He didn’t deserve it and that always got him shivering as he finally let his high wash over him. 
He knew the shame he felt rush through him whenever he came thinking about you was a sign he should stop. It was wrong. He wanted to stop but the only thing that could get him off anymore was you and somehow that made it even more tantalizing. A ten second conversation was enough to have him wrapped around your finger. Who knows what would have happened if you had thanked him with a hug? He probably would’ve had to go home and get a change of shorts. He worried what would happen the next time he saw you. What would he say? What could he say? ‘Hi, my name is Jisung and I’ve been masturbating to the thought of you for the last month. Please go out with me’ ??? He had no real reason to be speaking to you other than to ask you out. Even if did get the date, he was highly doubtful that he could make it more than ten minutes before he was rock hard.
“Are you even listening to me?” Hyunjin scoffs, crossing his arms with his brows drawn together. Jisung honestly barely remembered what he had been talking about. “I’m not explaining the plot to this book again, I’ve repeated myself FOUR TIMES.” he pouted.
Jisung leaned against his register, rubbing his face with his palms. “I’m soooooorry, I was up late last night.”
“Jerking off?” Hyunjin mocked.
“Do you really want me to answer that question?” Jisung asked, ignoring the flash of memories from last night. His hands in his hair, tugging like he thought you would and begging for permission to cum.
“Jesus, you’ve got a problem.”
“One that jerking off could fix?”
“You’re fuckin gross.” Hyunjin added while swatting at him to get away.
“Careful, I’m into that.” Jisung added before standing up from his chair to fill up his water bottle. Or at least that's the excuse he gave Hyunjin. Although he did need water, he got up to avoid the conversation. His cheeks were beginning to heat up and he didn’t want his friend to figure out exactly how into that he was.
With his water bottle full he made his way back to his register. Hyunjin was talking to a customer which was a a wonderful distraction from their previous conversation. The customer he was speaking to was pretty from what he could see of her. Her hair was pinned up with a clip, but the little curls that escaped it were adorable. She had a long white dress on that went a little past the knees and before he could look any longer, Hyunjin was pointing back at him and the customer followed his finger to land her eyes on Jisung. It was you.
In an instant nothing existed but you. He was fine just a moment prior but now he struggled to form a coherent thought as he took you in. When you turned to face him completely he felt like his heart would stop. 
You had spoken to him but he missed what you’d said. He’d spoken to you the first time you met, but he spent far more time thinking about you and looking at you. It was a strange feeling, seeing you in person again. Like Venus had stepped from the sea, out of Boteccelli’s painting and asked him for his name. 
“Ji, did you hear her?” Hyunjin asked.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes. Sometimes his friend could be so oblivious it was physically painful to watch. 
“His name is Jisung. Sorry he is a little brain dead when it comes to pretty girls.” 
“What? No I’m not!” The insult seemed to snap him out of the trance you put him in for a moment, but when you giggled at his reaction you almost threw him right back into it.
“I just.. Well, I wanted to thank you for your help the other day.” your voice was soft. He hadn’t remembered it being that soft. He likened it to the sound of a stream in a secluded wood somewhere.
“Oh, you don’t have to thank me. I just pointed at a rack.” he answered, taking a step closer. Partly to hear you better and partly because he couldn’t help it. 
“Still… It was nice.” you responded, taking a step closer to him as well. You were close enough for him to smell your perfume. It was flowery with a hint of something sweet. Vanilla maybe?
“Well.. you’re welcome.” 
By now you were both about a foot apart from each other. You were fiddling with your dress, looking down at your shoes, and he was looking at you. Your hair, your skin, your earrings. Everything.
“Jesus christ-” Hyunjin cut in. “Ji, do you want to go on a date with her?”
His head snapped up to face his friend. 
“What??” his voice cracked with the weight of his shock. 
“Answer the question.” Hyunjin prodded.
He looked back at you to gauge your reaction, ready to apologize on his friends behalf but you kept your head down. Like you were waiting for something.
“Uh- well.. yea.. Yes I do.”
Your head whipped up to meet his gaze and you had the most flushed red cheeks he’d ever seen. In that moment he wondered how much Hyunjin would charge him to commision a painting of this exact moment. Of this exact look on your face. Eyes wide, cheeks round and apple red, with a smile ear to ear.
“You do?” you asked incredulously. 
Jisung, still a bit stunned, nodded with a big toothy grin. “Yea, I do.”
“Great! Hyunjin told me your shift ends at 7PM, so I’ll meet you here at 7PM.” 
Without another word, you hurriedly skipped away into the sunny Sunday morning, taking all the air in Jisung’s lungs with you.
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A/N: This one isn't as horny as I would have liked, but I'm planning to write some nasty, filthy, dirty perv!skz shit in the near future so stay tuned ♡
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everyone is a little toxic
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summary: toxic traits of skz
sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty
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ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators
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Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.
You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.
You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!
You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.
"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.
You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.
"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.
"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.
Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.
You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.
"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.
"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.
You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.
You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.
Lee Know: Short tempered
You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.
However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.
"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.
"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.
"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.
"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.
"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.
You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.
The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.
"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.
"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.
"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.
"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.
"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.
You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.
"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.
You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.
"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.
"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.
Changbin: Arrogant
"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.
"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.
But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.
"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.
"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.
"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.
"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.
"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.
"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.
"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.
"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff. 
"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.
"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.
"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.
"What I'm trying to say is-"
"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.
"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"
"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.
"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.
"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.
Hyunjin: Perfectionist
Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.
The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.
You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.
"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.
"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.
"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.
"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.
Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.
It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.
"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.
His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.
"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.
"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.
"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.
"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.
"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.
"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.
"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.
"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.
Han: Wandering eyes
Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.
Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.
He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.
This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.
You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.
"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.
About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.
"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.
"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.
"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.
"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.
"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.
He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.
"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.
"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.
"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"
"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.
"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.
"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.
Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior
You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.
"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.
"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.
"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.
"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.
"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.
"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.
"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.
"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.
"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.
"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.
"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.
"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.
"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.
"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.
"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.
"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.
Seungmin: Cruel
Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.
It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.
He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.
"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.
" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.
"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.
Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.
"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.
Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.
You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.
"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.
"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.
"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.
"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.
"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.
"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.
I.N: Gets distant
"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.
"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.
"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.
"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth
You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.
You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.
"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.
His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.
"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.
"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.
"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.
"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.
"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.
"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.
"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.
"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.
"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.
"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.
"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.
"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.
"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.
"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.
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pairing: bang chan x fem reader
genre: smut – MDNI
synopsis: chan has been consumed with his work, neglecting yours and his feelings and desires.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, penetration, oral, blow job, pet names (baby girl, baby, doll), fingering, slight breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, idol AU, descriptions of hatred towards reader due to them being with idol chan.
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a/n: uh yeah. this is just some bang chan smut! i didnt expect it to be that many words but, oh well 🤷
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tonight was going to be a good night, you could feel it in your bones. Your favourite happy-go-lucky tune was playing through your apartment. The smell of food, specifically steak and roast vegetables, was filling up the apartment as well as filling up yours and possibly your neighbors senses
Currenly dressed in comfy, casual wear with a apron and hair scrapped back, you moved your body to the beat, humming and singing along to the tune. you leaned over the counter, using a clean index finger to scroll through the digital recipe, briefly reading it before adding some seasoning to a pan of sauce you was currently making to accommodate the meat.
Grabbing a small teaspoon, you dipped it in the pan, collecting some sauce before blowing it a few times. You placed the spoon in your mouth, tasting the sauce. Satisfied that it was perfect, you turned the heat off. Grabbing a knife and cutting board, you sliced the steak up before placing it on a serving plate. You took the vegetables and plated them in a separate dish along with the sauce, which resided in a serving jug.
You smiled to yourself, pleased with the outcome of the food before looking at the digital clock. 18:30. Your eyes widen as you took off the apron, hanging it up before dashing to the bedroom.
Grabbing clean and sexy underwear, you took a speedy shower, stepping out once done and wrapping a towel around your body and hair. You applied make up and deodorant, drying your hair and styling it.
drying the rest of your body, you put on your underwear before dashing to your closet. Opening the doors, you stared at the array of clothing that hung. You shuffled through them, groaning and becoming inpatient when you couldnt decide. Seeing that the time had gone relatively fast, you settled for a comfy, open back dress. It had enough room for you to move about in whilst still showing enough skin that would have your better half drooling.
Decorating your neck and wrists with jewellery and perfume, you settled for no shoes considering you wasnt planning on going out at any point tonight. Dashing to the dining area, you decorated it with fake roses, placing red candles in a candle holder before placing it in the centre and lighting them.
You placed two plates and cutlery where you and Chan would sit alongside with a bottle of wine and wine glasses. Grabbing the food, you placed them on the table with serving spoons and a fork. You dimmed the lights in your apartment and changed the music to a classical piece, set to low. soothing down your dress, you took a step back and smiled, pleased with your handy work. Now all that was left was to wait.
And waiting you did.
When the clock hit midnight, you was sat on the sofa, feet up with a glass of wine in your hand. Your make up and hair was long forgotten along with the now stone cold food. mascara trails and tear stained cheeks was evidence that you have been crying. Bringing the glass to your lips, you downed the remaining liquid. You felt like all your efforts have gone to waste.
As you placed the glass on the coffee table, your lover barged through the front door. Your head spun around in shock at the sudden movement, heart racing slightly but calming down once you saw who it was. It was your beloved, Chan.
He took his shoes off and rushed to you. One brief look around and his face contorted into a sorrowful and painful expression.
"I am so terrible sorry, (Y/N) I lost track of time. One minute it was 5 and the next it was 12:30." You shake your head before standing up, a sad smile plastered on your facial features.
"Its fine chan. i know what you're like when it comes to work." you let out a pitiful laugh. Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line.
"i know but still. im sorry.." You shake your head again, shrugging your shoulders before walking to the deserted dining table. You began to clear up the forgotten food, tears blurring your vision. Chan watched you, guilt filling up his entire being.
Chan walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, your back flush against his chest. You allowed yourself to be embraced by the warmth, his warmth that you had grown so accustomed too. You sniffed, tears falling down your cheeks for the second time that night.
"i just want to matter to you." you whispered. This caused chan to spin you around so you was facing him. His big hands cupped your delicate face, his beautiful eyes bore into your own.
"Dont you dare say that again. You do matter to me!" His tone was firm but soft. you shook your head out of his gentle grip, looking down at your bare feet
"But i dont. I knew i was always going to be second best, with work and STAY always being number 1 to you. I knew that the moment i said yes to being your girlfriend." You wiped away your tears before looking back at him. "but sometimes, im selfish. sometimes, i want you to myself. sometimes, i get jealous. sometimes, chan, i dont want to be second best."
chan swallowed, his own eyes filling up. guilt evident on his face and body language. "I know, i know. ive been a god awful boyfriend to you."
"You've been the best boyfriend i could ever have Chan. but, i dont know how long i can do this, how much longer i have to feel like this.." You resumed your gaze back to your feet, heart pounding. Chan swallowed audibly.
"What are you trying to say, (Y/N)?" he asked cautiously, almost knowing the answer but hoping it wasnt what he thinks it is. You shrugged, running a hand through your hair.
"I dont know Chan. i really dont know." you're confused. on one hand, you want chan. you love him with your entire being. if chan wanted a piece of the moon, youd hijack a rocket and fly to the moon just for him. but on the other hand, you was tired. tired of feeling second best, jealous, vulnerable.
both you and Chan sacrificed everything for the relationship. You was originally skz make up artist, you being assigned to chan. you was both shy around each other, conversations didnt flow very well between you both, until you noticed him playing Pokemon GO whilst you was doing his make up.
The whole duration of the night was filled with endless and pointless conversations, the night ending with you both exchanging contact details. Once chan had hold of your details, he was quick to message you first. Your conversations ranged from chan telling you about his day to wanting a second opinion on certain works of his.
once he got more confident, he was soon sending you selfies, sometimes videos. You secretly saved all his photos, keeping them in a private folder so no one knew that you was crushing hard on Bang Chan. Its well known that idols cannot date because companies dont want it to interfere with their schedules, so you was shocked when Chan popped the question of "you put the cool in Tentacool. will you be mine?" You laughed at his cheesy pick up line before saying yes.
You kept it a secret for a month or two, with only the members knowing and the company. Chan insisted that he told his member's and the company because it was respectful and the right thing to do. The company wasnt too pleased about it, but they accept it none the less, agreeing to keep it on the downlow and promising to take action if anything got out.
The members were best pleased for their leader to have found the one. Felix welcoming you to the friend circle, hugging you and offering you a cookie. Some members, Lee know and Han especially, would tease Chan, making his ears turn red. You felt like you belonged with everyone and was glad that they also agreed not to say anything.
The day the public found out felt like a hurricane had came by and swooped you off your feet, leaving a trail of destruction behind. Paparazzi photoed you and Chan together in a fast food restaurant. Nothing out off the ordinary, just two 'friends' having a lunch date, until they snapped a shot of you and chan kissing each other.
The photo got released, causing a storm and conflicts to erupt. The company tried their best to calm the situation down, removing the released photos. Sure, the photos were down, but the damage was already done.
Flood of hate came your way. People claiming they dont know why Chan is with you, what he sees in you. You was called horrible names, told to do the unexplainable. You kept it a secret from chan, knowing that he was also getting some hate, but not as much as you was.
It wasnt until your phone was constantly pinging that chan picked it up and read the first comment. His blood boiling, facial expression changing to anger and disappointment. You tired to defuse the situation, saying that it was just a handful of people, that the majority of STAYS are supportive of the relationship, that they have sent you words of encouragement, stuck up for you.
This calmed chan down a little, but not enough for him to go onto bubble and remove his statues and profile picture, causing STAYS to panic. When Chans room came around, he had a serious discussion about what has been happening and that he wishes for it to stop and that they need to understand that you two are together for life, to be respectful of his decisions.
The hate stopped after that and life had become peaceful, up until this point.
"I love you so much chan. i love you so much it hurts. But how much longer is this going to last for? i dont see you at all anymore, you dont text me or call. We dont eat together anymore. We dont do half the things we use to and it sucks chan, it fucking sucks!"
Chan nodded, listening to your every word carefully. you know chan would take your words on board. He's good at stuff like that but you also know he's the type to doubt himself and blame himself for everything. You sighed, wiping your eyes.
"I have to clean up." you turned your back to Chan, picking up the plates and scrapping away the food. Putting them in the sink, you filled it up with soapy hot water. You felt Chans eyes watching you before he moved behind you.
His long, delicate fingers ran up and down your back, goose bumps raising on your soft skin from his touch. You continued to wash the dishes as Chan pressed his lips against your neck, kissing softly.
"You look beautiful. I'm truly sorry for this. i promise i will be a better boyfriend to you." he murmured against your skin, his breath hitting it causing shivers to run down your spine.
"Chan, you dont need to be a better boyfriend, you already are!" You wiped your wet hands on your dress, turning around and looking at chan. You cupped his face gently. "the reason i said all this is because i want you to realise whats been going on. i feel distant from you chan. i miss you, in more ways than one."
"what do you mean?" chans hands were now situated on your hips, occasionally squeezing the flesh.
"Well, when was the last time we had sex? and im not talking about a quickie. i mean, actual love making, passionate sex." your face flush with a pink tint. chans brain lagged, unable to form a sentence causing you to laugh softly.
"I have needs too, y'know." you whispered before lifting yourself up on your tiptoes to meet his height the best you could. you planted a soft and gentle kiss on his lips before pulling away and returning back to your originally height.
Chan cupped under your butt, lifting you up and sitting you on the counter top. He stood between your legs, your eyes now level with each other. His hands moved up your legs slowly until he got to your thighs, squeezing them.
"How about i make it up to you then, baby?" his tone was low, lips grazing your own. Your eyes were closed, fingers interlocked behind his neck, keeping him close to you.
"Please." you whispered before your lips met with one another. the kiss was slow and gentle, your lips moving together in perfect synchronization. The kiss soon became passionate as you gently bit on chans lower lip, causing a growl to erupt from the back of his throat. You shivered, whimpering as you wrapped your legs around chans waist.
Chans fingers grazed your inner thighs, getting close to your clothed pussy. your skin was on fire, arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, your mind was slowly becoming foggy. parting your lips slightly, chan took the opportunity to meet his tongue with your own.
You whimpered, heart hammering against your chest as your tongues collided with each other, saliva mixing together. Chan was the first to pull away, panting. Your face was flush, lips swollen. You was hot, aroused and needy. Your underwear was feeling sticky with your wetness.
"Chan" you breathed out, his own breathing laboured , his eyes glossy. In one swift motion, he picked you up in his strong arms, walking to your shared bedroom. He gently placed you down before leaning over you and locking his lips with yours once again.
You pulled at the bottom of his top, indicating you wanted it off. Chan chuckled, pulling away from your lips before taking off his t-shirt. You watched in awe, eyes trailing up and down his toned physique. You felt your pussy throbbing, struggling to tear your eyes away from him. Your eyes trailed downwards to his crotch area, biting your lip as an obvious tent had formed in his sweatpants.
Chan was watching your every move, loving the power he had over you in this very moment. All he had done was kiss you and took off his t-shirt, yet here you are, practically begging for his cock. Your eyes said it all as you ogled as his boner, licking your lips occasionally. You wanted it. You needed it. Chan had trained you well.
With a low chuckle, chan cupped your chin, his thumb brushing over your lips. His lips formed in a smirk when you willingly opened your mouth allowing chan to slip his thumb in.
You wrapped your lips around his thumb, your tongue swirling around it as you sucked. You looked chan in the eyes as you did it, holding onto his wrist. you looked so innocent, so cute and chan liked it. He liked being able to strip away your innocence, filling your mind with nothing but him.
"such a sweet, little girl." he whispered before pulling his thumb out off your mouth, causing you to whimper. "dont worry princess, i know what you want. you want my cock, dont you?"
you nodded frantically, reaching out for it. before you came close to touching, chan took a step back and tutted. "Patience, my girl."
"I have been patient! for weeks channie" you whined as chan chuckled before sitting at the chair that was at your dressing table. He spread his legs, palming at his clothed boner. You watched, whimpering. Your underwear was now uncomfortable wet and sticky. Your clit was aching and throbbing, pussy clenching around nothing.
You was going insane, watching your boyfriend palm himself. It wasn't fair, when was it going to be your turn to touch him??
"Strip." His tone of voice made you shiver, body going into autopilot as you stood up off the bed. You began to take your dress off when chan tutted.
"Not there. Here." He pointed between his legs. Your legs carried you to the designated spot. Chan nodded, signalling you to do as he instructed. you lifted your dress up and over your head, throwing it across the room.
Chan licked his lips, eyes situated on your plump breasts. They're round and cute looking. Nipples perky. You hooked your thumb under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs slowly. Chan growled as you stepped out, completely naked in front of him.
You felt shy, vulnerable, thats the power that this man held over you. Still palming his length, with his free hand, he reached out and cupped your breast, squeezing it before he would squeeze your nipple.
He pulled you closer to him by your waist, his mouth level with your breasts. He kissed and sucked on the delicate skin, marks forming in his wake. You moaned and whimpered, your fingers buried in his hair. His tongue darting out, flicking and licking your nipple before sucking on it. He blew air on you wet nipple, the coldness making you whimper and shiver, goose bumps rising on the surface of your skin as your nipple got harder — if that was even possible at this point.
You was soaked. you could feel the wetness against your inner thighs, coating your skin in your juices. You need to touch yourself, but you dare to in case chan denied you of touching him. Chan had many moods when it came to sex. He could range from being slow and passionate, to rough and sensual. You love sex with chan because no matter the mood, he always made you feel number one and special.
What was his mood tonight? Tonight, he wanted to be rough, to be in control. He wanted to clear your mind and plant his seed deep within you. He wanted to get drunk off your delicious pussy. He wanted to fill your senses with him and only him.
"Kneel." You nodded, slowly lowering yourself on your knees whilst chan took his sweatpants and underwear off. You watched his cock spring free from their constraints, your mouth practically watering at the sight. You was hungry.
You wet your lips, shuffling closer to his crotch. Chan watched you, raising his brow. You looked up at him for permission to touch.
"Go ahead, baby girl. You can touch." You mewled at the pet name, grabbing the base of his cock in your hands. Chan admired how tiny your hands looked, fingers barely wrapped around his length. He felt hot against the palm of your hand. You felt dizzy from his warmth, from the possibilities that are displayed in front of you. You've wanted this for so long.
You licked a long strip from base to tip, chan grunting when your tongue came into contact with his warm skin. You stroked the base, rotating your wrist as you licked his tip, salty pre-cum collecting on your tongue. You hummed at the taste as your hand quickened, kitten licking his tip, planting soft kisses on the side.
"Dont tease me, doll." Chan grunted. You looked in his lust filled eyes before wrapping your lips around his cock. The warmth and wetness of your mouth caused Chan to groan out and grab a fistful of your hair, gently.
you bobbed your head up and down, taking as much of his as you could. The warmth of your mouth was suffocating chans cock, making him feel dizzy and moan out. He pulled your hair gently as you closed your eyes, hand stroking whatever your mouth failed to get.
Your mouth was filled with cock, saliva threatening to spill out from for the corners of your mouth. All you could taste was salt. all you could feel was his cock, throbbing, his hands pulling your hair. The sounds of his glorious moans filled your ears, making you wetter and drip down your inner thighs.
You took his cock out off your mouth, swallowing your saliva before licking and sucking him again. This time, his tip was hitting the back of your throat, threatening your gag reflex to active. "A-Ah shit." was all you heard. Your wrist was starting to hurt, jaw becoming achy and knees getting sore from being knelt on the ground for too long.
You didnt care though. The thought of you turning Chan into a groaning mess just from your mouth, was a powerful feeling to you and you thrived off it. With chans tip at the back off your throat, you halted your movements before swallowing a few times. Chan roughly pulled your hair causing you to realise his cock with a loud 'POP'.
A string of saliva connected you to his cock. You lips plumb, throat and jaw feeling tender. You opened your eyes, about to protest when your eyes widened at the sight, causing you to mewl and giggle.
Chan was panting, sitting slack in the seat. His cheeks were red, thin layer of sweat started to show on his skin. You rested your head on his thigh, lazily stroking his throbbing cock.
"You look so cute, master." you giggled, emphasizing the word 'master' whilst using a finger to smear saliva and pre-cum around his tip.
"Stop that. i'll end up cumming" his words fell on deaf ears as you continued. Chan grabbed your wrist and pulled you up onto your feet. "i said, stop that. dont be a little brat, not when you're so close to what you really want, baby girl."
You swallowed and whimpered softly. Chans eyes trailed up and down your body, noticing how your thighs were clenched and rubbing together. He smirked and tapped your thigh.
"open." You shook your head no, feeling embarrassed with how wet you was. you could feel it, it was all over you. you so desperately needed touch, relief. it felt painful, but good.
"baby girl, i said open. dont make me repeat myself for the third time. im feeling nice tonight, but all that could change." he growled. You instantly parted your legs, your wetness glistened in the light. Chan licked his lips, cupping your pussy. You bucked your hips in his hand.
You held onto his shoulders as his long fingers ran up and down your slit, coating his fingers in your arousal. He smirked before bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, humming at the taste. You silently cursed him for making something like that, look so hot.
"You taste amazing, baby." Using his index finger, he rubbed circles on your throbbing clit. The contact and relief causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he moved from your clit, to your entrance, circling it painfully slow.
"Please.." You shakily breathed out.
"Please what, princess? tell me what you want. tell me what you desire." Your chest was rising up and down, your eyes hooded, pink tint covered your round cheeks.
"Please touch me, fuck me. i dont care what, just do something! im so wet and horny for you Channie, that it hurts. I need you so fucking bad!"
"Good girl." Chan growled as he slipped two fingers inside you with ease due to how wet you are. Your knees bucked under you, legs shaking as he scissor out his fingers, preparing you of whats to come. He moved his fingers from slow to fast, repeating the tempo. His fingers curling up inside you in search for the delicious sweet spot.
When he found it, your legs gave up, causing chan to hold up you by your waist in his arms as he continued to finger you. Cries, moans and whimpers filled the bedroom, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt the knot forming. Chan felt this due to your walls squeezing his fingers tightly. He smirked as he pulled out his fingers. You opened your eyes and whined loudly.
"why?!" you felt like crying with frustration. Chan stood up off the chair and guided you to the bed.
"because, im going to give you something thats ten times better than just my fingers." you mewled, crawling onto the bed and resting on your back, head on your pillow.
you opened your legs and bent them at the knees, looking over at chan as your own hand guided itself down your stomach to your pussy. You rubbed your clit before using two fingers to open your entrance wide to Chan, causing him to bit his lip hard, all rationality he had left being thrown out the window.
"come channie. fuck me and plant your seed deep inside me." you mewled and giggled, innocently.
The bed dipped at your feet from chans weight. He situated himself between your legs, holding on the base of his cock. "you really know how to rile me up. You're such a naughty slut."
"only for you, chan." He teased your entrance by rubbing his tip up and down your pussy, coating it in your arousal. He paused at your entrance, looking at you.
"ready baby?" you nodded, giving him the signal to go. He pushed his tip inside you, the stretch felt glorious to you. You body was tingling from head to toe, toes curling as he bottomed out in you. He held onto your waist before moving at a steady pace, making sure that you was accustomed to his size.
Once he heard a string of moans escaping from your mouth did he feel confident enough to pick up the pace. His hips snapping against yours as his movements quickened. The sounds of skin slapping together and the squelching from your arousal was mixed up with moans and groans coming from you both.
Chan repositioned his hips with each thrusts, aiming for the favourite spot. When he hit it, your back arched a little off the bed, loud moans erupting from your tiny physic.
"chan! chan, there, right there!"
"Where?" He stopped his movements "Here?" before snapping them against you, hitting that spot causing you to nod frantically and groan.
"dont stop, whatever you do, please dont stop!" You grabbed onto his wrists, squeezing tightly. The faster Chan went, the more he thrusted into you, the closer he felt to being drunk on your pussy
Youre so warm, so wet for him and he loved it. he loves how his cock feels like it suffocating inside you. How your walls clench around him. He loves watching you squirm underneath him, your inability to form sentences slowly fading before his very eyes. How your skin would shine due to a layer of sweat, hair sticking to your forehead.
Your cheeks red and chest raising rapidly. How your breasts would bounce due to the force of his thrusts. He just knew for sure that your mouth was dry, throat sore with the open mouth panting you was continuously doing. He'd take a picture if he wasnt so focused on chasing his — and helping you chase your high.
Chan held onto your thighs, widening your legs more allowing him to see more of his cock being swallowed by your pussy. He licked his lips, gaze fixated on it. His thrusts become powerful, causing you to shake. It was so much. So much pleasure in such short amounts of time. But it felt good, it felt so damn good to know that the man you love, is addicted to you.
Chan let go off your legs, allowing them to fall to his side as he lent over you, elbows either side of your hair. Your head was turned to the side.
"Look at me, princess." His tone was soft and filled with love. You looked at him, noticing how sweaty he was, his own hair sticking to his forehead. His body was hot, so hot it was suffocating. "You ok? need me to slow down, take it easy or?"
You shook your head no. "No. keep going. Its so good chan. You're so good, oh god!" Your eyes filling with tears of pleasure, your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. You felt like you was going to burst. Chan kissed you and you responded by kissing him sloppily, panting in-between.
"You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby girl. You're so warm, so wet. It's suffocating but im so addicted to you. i love how i've made you like this, how I've trained your body to respond so well to my touch." He growled against your lips, causing you to whimper
"You're all mine, baby girl and dont you ever forget it!" You nodded, your hand traveling down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. The knot from before was back and it was getting tighter and tighter. Chan felt this due to your walls squeezing down on him causing him to groan loudly.
"Close baby?"
"yes, can i cum? please say im allowed to cum. ive been a good slut for you" You begged, tears pooling and falling from the corners of your eyes. Chan wiped them away and nodded.
"You have been a good slut for me, so of course you can cum baby girl. Let go for me, cum around my cock." With a final rub, the knot snapped. Your back arched off the bed, head thrown back as you clamped around Chan's cock. you moaned chans name so loud, the neighbours heard you.
your legs shook, toes curled as you rubbed lazy circles, riding out your high. chans name falling past your lips in the form of chants as he stroked your hair, soothing you.
once you was calm, chan lifted himself up grabbed your thighs, opening them again. He continued to thrust into you with power.
"W-wait chan! sensitive, im so sensitive." you whimpered, body feeling like it was on fire.
"I know. I know baby and im sorry, but please endure it. im so close." Beads of sweat ran down the side of chans face as his eyebrows furrowed together. his grip became tighter and tighter on your thighs, leaving bruises behind. His movements sloppy.
"Baby, im going to cum." Chan whimpered.
"Inside, plant your seed deep inside me chan. Breed me." Chan groaned, movements coming to a stand still as he came deep inside you, coating your walls white.
he thrusted shallowly, riding out his high whilst also making sure that every drop of his cum stayed inside you. You hummed and whimpered as he pulled out of you slowly, before collapsing next to you.
You turned your head to the side, giggling and moving a piece of his hair away from his eyes. He placed his hand on top of yours, kissing your palm softly.
"Im sorry again, for making you feel the way you felt earlier." You shake your head.
"stop apologising. work is work and with your line of work, i expect you to be busy, id be worried if you wasn't to be honest. you just have to remember, that your life cannot be consumed by work." you explained softly.
"Oh, and you also have to learn to take care of yourself! dont think i dont know about you skipping meals and what not. Felix tells me everything, y'know." chan looked away sheepishly before agreeing.
"I love you chan."
"I love you too, (Y/N) dont you ever forget that!"
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Love Playlist #1: HOME (Han)
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«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME» 
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"For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes."
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Pairing: Han x Fem!reader Genre: college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining Warnings: mild swearing Word Count: 7k
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You have three strict rules that you must follow. One, no going out after eleven. Two, never leave the house without your cell phone. And three, never, ever, fall in love with Han Jisung.
Unfortunately, you’ve broken that third rule already. In fact, you’re still breaking it, charring it to a crisp, and throwing it out like the trash you both begrudgingly take turns with. But how can you not? Because when it comes to your doe-eyed best friend who is serenely sitting in front of you, the whole rulebook is torn up. 
Jisung quietly flips through his growing stack of manga, blissfully unaware of the way your heart accelerates whenever he reads a particularly entertaining segment and his eyes light up in amusement.You should remind him to stay on track, but you can’t bear to stop him because of how cute he looks, his legs unconsciously swinging under the table and his fifth banana lollipop of the day shoved into his mouth. 
You’re both sitting together in the library at your special table beside the big window, the place that is always secluded no matter what, as if some higher power knows to keep it aside for you and Jisung for whenever you desire. Both of you are supposed to be studying for your finals, the objectively worst part of the entire year. You’re both seniors, so the slew of exams coming up should be a piece of cake for you, except both of you have grad school next year— you’ll be starting on your PhD, while Jisung, a computer engineering major, will be working towards a master’s degree— so you still have to worry about all of your final grades.
“I hate this.” Jisung looks up from the book in his hands, closing it shut. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
“It’s almost over. Then we’ll finally graduate and get to enjoy our summer,” you reply. “And then our lives begin.”
And the elation building in your chest is real, because although you have a tough couple of days ahead of you, the end of this year will be a testament to everything you have accomplished. You have your summer mapped out already; you’re going to be completing groundbreaking cancer research at an esteemed biologist’s lab, days filled with productivity along with exciting nights exploring adulthood and freedom with your friends. Even though you’ll still have school, you’ll only have to be doing what you’re passionate about, leaving behind the mandatory literature and calculus courses that brought you so many tears over the duration of college. 
“Not for me.” Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “It’ll never end.”
Lately, Jisung has become increasingly stressed about graduation. He doesn’t come from a wealthy background, with his mother being a grocery store cashier and his father out of the picture. You’re aware he’s under immense pressure to do well in school and then get a good job that will take care of both him and his mother, when she’s unable to provide for herself. Worst of all, Jisung had to ditch his dream of becoming a musician and instead focus on something more practical, which ended up being a profession in computers. Of course, like anything else he puts his effort into, Jisung excels in computer engineering, and he’s come to terms with giving up his passion, but you know it doesn’t hurt any less.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask softly, reaching for his hand. He accepts it, but he turns his head to gaze at the street beyond the window.
“It’s okay.”
You don’t press any further, because you know that it will just break him down, and neither of you can afford that right now at such a crucial time. Instead, you resolve to brighten his mood, like he does with you anytime you’re down. “Let’s just hope we don’t get food poisoning tomorrow.”
Your attempt works, because Jisung meets your eyes, a smile permeating his solemn expression and before widening into a full grin, at the memory of the time you both first met. Remembrance comes like the summer breeze you look so forward to, washing over you both like a tidal wave. And just like that, it’s freshman year and you’re standing at the bus stop near your old dormitory building. 
You anxiously devoured the notebook pages in your hands, alternating between cramming the tiny text and scanning the road for the bus that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Your stomach ached from the food poisoning you contracted earlier that morning, an unwelcome byproduct of the dubious cauliflower and tuna tacos served at the dining hall the night before.
This was horrible timing too, especially because you had your first test of the academic year that day. When you should have been bent over your statistics notes, you were cooped up in the bathroom for the previous few hours, clutching the toilet bowl as you watched the clock above you tick menacingly. 
You bounced on your toes anxiously, before a strange, squeaking sound met your ears. You whirled around to see a boy approaching you while struggling to pull a large, bulging suitcase along with him. He finally succeeded, collapsing onto the bus stop bench while coughing and wheezing up a storm that rivaled the ominous clouds in the sky. You reached into the side pocket of your backpack, pulling out your unopened plastic water bottle and handing it over to him.
He looked at your offering hand in surprise, before gratefully accepting. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he gulped down the cool water. You watched him finish the entire bottle with a dizzying speed and then recycle it in the bin next to the bus stop. The boy was lanky, sporting an oversized Pokémon t-shirt and battered sneakers, and overdue for a haircut, the locks flopping over his sweaty forehead.
“Thank you so much.” He said.
“Of course. What’s in the suitcase?” 
The boy fondly ran a hand over the worn-out seams of the object of your curiosity. “I promised my roommate that I would give him all of my old books for his class project. I have no idea why he wants them, but then again, art students are weird.”
He looked up at you not even a second later, alarm in his eyes. “Unless you’re an art student! In that case, I didn’t mean what I said.”
You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m a biology major. And yes, I agree.”
He beamed. “I’m Han Jisung. First year, computer engineering. Anime and cheesecake lover. Spicy food hater.”
“Y/N. I’m a freshman, too, and I also love anime and cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake, to be specific. And I can’t stand spicy food.”
“Chocolate supremacy!” Jisung gasped, clamping a palm over his mouth. “This is meant to be.”
You let out a hearty laugh at his theatrics. “Exactly.”
At that moment, the bus finally arrived, rolling to a stop next to you both. You helped Jisung push his suitcase full of storybooks up the steps of the bus and into the aisle. You sat on one of the seats in the back, and Jisung followed suit, plopping down right next to you. As he did, you noticed him wince, clutching his stomach. Concern bloomed in you for this precious stranger that you just met. 
“Are you okay?”
He clutches his stomach once more, smiling embarrassedly. “I got food poisoning. I should have known better than to trust the dining hall food.”
You pause, as the ironic delight of the situation sets in, allowing the pain to fade away and leaving you to wonder about the odds of meeting Jisung. “No way! Me too!”
Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s destiny. Mutual food poisoning. Now we definitely have to be friends.”
Later, after you had exchanged numbers and plenty of laughs, parting ways at your respective bus stops, you would meet again at the university hospital. Both of you had contracted a salmonella infection.
Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, that delayed bus and salmonella would determine the trajectory of the rest of your lives. Over time, you both emerged from the shackles of a hesitant acquaintance to the kind of bond that never breaks, even with time, distance, or the grievances of being young. You witnessed each other grow up, fall in love and out of love, and get drunk on piña coladas at the bar next to the college gym you both pretended to go to regularly. 
Somewhere along the way, after Loser Boyfriend Number Three, as Jisung tried to cheer you up with his horrible jokes and the burned brownies that he nuked in the residence hall kitchen microwave, you realized that you were wasting your time on people who weren’t worth it. Because the only person who was worth it was the one who had been by your side all the time. Jisung. 
Betrayed by your treacherous heart, you began to see Jisung— your person, your study buddy, your fake fiancé when you both were trying to score free dessert with a restaurant proposal— as more than just a friend. In fear of your feelings potentially ruining your friendship, something more dear to you than any form of romance, as you so believed they would, you swore to never speak to Jisung of it. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore about the worst. You fell in love with your best friend. 
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“What did the farmer say after he lost his tractor?”
“I have no idea, Jisung.”
“‘Hey, where’s my tractor?’ Get it?” Jisung bursts out laughing, slapping his thigh. He doubles over, his whole body shaking with laughter at the unimpressed look on your face, which makes everything funnier for him.
“That doesn’t even make sense!” You exclaim, trying to push him. Jisung just keeps giggling, dodging you masterfully.
You both have given up on your library study session, resolving to take a break at your favorite coffee shop and meet up with the rest of your friends in your circle. The setting sun has streaked the blue sky with its golden rays and puffy pink clouds, enveloping the entire campus in a hazy glow. It’s a pleasant May evening, with the scent of your college’s famed peonies along with the excitement of Spring lingering in the air. The street lights that line the sidewalk are already turned on, but not many people are outside enjoying the weather, except for a few students playing a game of Frisbee on the athletic field. Everyone else is locked away in their rooms or the library, grinding for their upcoming exams.
“Well, I have a better one anyway.” Jisung states, clearing his throat dramatically. 
You roll your eyes as you near your destination, an unassuming red-brick building tucked away in a larger complex of stores. Purple morningstar blossoms border the door of the small shop in clumps of dainty vines, no doubt the namesake of Morningstar Coffee House. Fairy lights are strung around the glass block windows, which offer a glimpse of the inviting warmth inside. 
“Let’s hear it.”
Jisung jogs ahead of you and opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to go first. “What did Y/N say to Jisung when they went to the coffee shop together?”
The comforting smell of pastries and dark roast coffee engulfs you as you step into Morningstar. The strung lanterns and groovy jazz music playing in the background welcome you like a hug from a long-distance friend. You can’t believe it’s been so long since you’ve gone anywhere other than the library, the lecture halls, or the tiny apartment you and Jisung share. 
“I don’t know.” You humor Jisung, still playing along and waiting for his ridiculous punchline.
He smirks at you. “I love you a latte!”
You feign disgust, but secretly, you are elated because of how genuinely touching his words are to you. Jisung hugs you like a baby panda, trying to get you to applaud him for his clever joke, as Jisung is naturally a very physically affectionate person, always wanting to snuggle up to the people around him. But your heart can’t help but jump a little every time you feel his arms snug around you. 
“Well, I love you a latte more, Hannie,” you respond nonchalantly, but you mean it. You do love Jisung for everything that he is, even the cringeworthy SoundCloud rapper phase that dominated his sophomore year. 
“You guys are weird,” your friend Seungmin says from behind the counter, where he’s busy working as the barista, while his co-worker, Soobin, a timid Psychology student, clumsily handles orders at the cash register. Seungmin’s parents own Morningstar, and he plans to take over it next year. 
Jisung sticks his tongue out at Seungmin in defiance, before linking arms with you and dragging you to the back, where the rest of your friends are seated. There is Chan, or more famously known as Chris among his many admirers across his campus, clad in his signature black jacket. Besides him, the turquoise-haired baby of your group, Jeongin, and then Hyunjin, who as usual, is lost in his sketchbook. 
“Hey guys. What are you up to?” You slide in next to Hyunjin, trying to peek at what he’s drawing. You catch a glimpse of a very pretty girl you vaguely recognize from around campus, before he protectively snaps his journal closed, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Eyes on your coffee, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, handing you the mug that they ordered for you ahead of time. Magically, it’s still hot.
You accept the coffee and drink it, letting the rich liquid warm your insides as you swallow it gratefully. “Alright, alright.”
Jisung tries to steal a bite of Jeongin’s apple danish, earning him a swat on his wandering palms. Chan looks over at you with a grin. “We’re just listening to Jeongin rant about his crush.”
Jeongin groans before continuing. “And I keep asking her out, but every time, she rejects me, bro! What am I supposed to do? Give up?"
“Yes,” Hyunjin says in his signature straightforward manner, prompting everyone but Jeongin to snicker.
“Whatever. I'll figure out a way.” Jeongin sits back in his seat, resorting to aggressively typing on his keyboard to deal with his frustration.
You look around your little corner in the shop, which is filled with textbooks and miscellaneous notebook sheets. “Where are the others?”
“Minho is studying with his girlfriend, and Changbin and Felix are apparently also working, but they’re probably gaming instead.”
Hyunjin bites down on the edge of his straw, glancing between you and Jisung thoughtfully. “Speaking of girlfriend, when are you both going to get together?”
You freeze up in your seat, tensing like you always do whenever someone jokes about your relationship with Jisung, but he’s unfazed, shooting Hyunjin a mischievous smile. “When you tell us about that girl you’re obsessed with.”
Hyunjin immediately forgets about teasing you, glaring at Jisung contempfully. “Shut up, Han. You don’t know anything.”
“Guys, let’s calm down,” you say while patting Hyunjin’s back, happy for the distraction but still cautious about him and Jisung. While those two love each other very much now, they used to fight like crazy when they roomed together in freshman year, and no one needs a repeat of bad history right now.
Jisung catches your eye, and although he doesn’t smile at you, you can see the appreciation in his eyes. You nod slightly at him, before getting out your own computer. Words do not have to be exchanged between you two for you to understand each other.
You all settle into a comfortable silence as you finish your coffee and resume studying, only looking up occasionally to ask each other questions about the material or an assignment. Soon, the evening begins to fade away, and you start packing up your belongings before closing time.
“Hey, Y/N! Can you come over here for a second?” Seungmin calls out, capturing your attention.
You put down your backpack and walk over to the counter, where he’s washing his blender. “Yes?”
“So what’s going on with you and Jisung?” Before you can interrupt him and deny anything, Seungmin wipes his hands and gives you a meaningful look. “I know you have feelings for him.”
You feel your face heat up, and you avoid his piercing eyes. “How would you know?”
“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. From the way you look at him, it’s a marvel how he hasn’t figured it out yet. For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes.”
You exhale, seeing no point in lying anymore. Besides, it feels good to get it off of your chest. “Well, why are you bringing this up anyway?”
Seungmin sets down his utensil caddy and rests his elbows on the edge of the sink. “Soobin likes you and asked me if you’re single. But, you know, I wasn’t sure if you are available. Emotionally, I mean.”
You glance over at Soobin, observing him counting all of the day’s revenue. The blonde cashier catches your eye, flashing you a shy smile before quickly looking away, turning a shade of tomato red. He’s handsome, good-hearted, and not to mention, very tall. Just your type. But he’s no Jisung.
“It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.” And this is true— over a year, to be precise. “I guess, I’m still hung up over Jisung.”
“Do you plan on making a move?”
“No way. I’m just going to wait for the feelings to dissipate. I would never risk our friendship like that,” you mumble.
“You could get to know Soobin, maybe he’ll help you move on,” Seungmin suggests, crossing his arms.
You consider your options before piping up. Jisung had gotten pretty serious with his last girlfriend by the end of your junior year, but he broke up with her a month later, telling you that she just wasn’t the one for him. He hasn’t dated anyone since, claiming that it’s not the right time. But for you, it is, and you realize that you can’t keep waiting for him.
“Maybe I will,” you say, toying with your jacket zipper.
Seungmin tips his head towards Soobin, but before you move, he leans in closer to you. “But personally, I think you should just tell Jisung. If he’s really your best friend, your friendship will stay the same no matter what.”
You nod. “Yeah, okay.”
You know Seungmin is right, but the truth is, it’s not just about losing your friendship with Jisung. Regardless of whether he reciprocates your feelings or not, you know that he would never walk away from you. It’s truly you who you are concerned about. You’re uncertain if you could bear to go back being your normal self around Jisung if you confess and get rejected. You don’t know if your heart could handle it.
You touch Seungmin’s hand in a quiet gratitude and approach Soobin, who immediately notices your presence and accidentally slams the cash register drawer closed, nearly shutting it on his finger. “H-hi Y/N.”
Watching Soobin get endearingly flustered, you can’t help but smile. “Hey Soobin. How are you?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Soobin bites down on his lip, wrapping his arms around himself. He looks so cute in his brown bib apron and converse shoes. “You look really pretty in that dress.”
Your cheeks warm, but you look him directly in his eyes. “That’s so kind of you to say. Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go out on a date sometime? Maybe after finals?”
Although you’re very reserved about your feelings for Jisung, in every other case, you can be quite forward with romance. Soobin’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?”
You laugh, getting out your phone. “Yes, really. What do you say?”
“Yes! I would love to. Could I please get your number?” Soobin stretches out his phone, which is covered in teddy bear stickers. 
You think of Jisung’s phone, which has a clear case and a polaroid of you two at the beach inside. You shake the thought of him away. You type your number into Soobin’s phone, before wishing him good luck on his finals and then rejoining your friend group in the darkening outdoors, which has moved outside the shop while you were talking to Seungmin. As soon as he spies you walking out of the door, Hyunjin forgets his conversation with Jeongin and immediately launches into interrogating you. 
“What were you talking to Soobin about?”
You shrug, trying to play it off, but can’t help the rosy blush that creeps up your neck. “Nothing, really.”
Now the others look interested as well, and Jeongin smirks knowingly at you. “You asked him out, didn’t you?”
Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Jisung’s smile falter, but you chalk it up to your own imagination and affirm Jeongin’s prediction. “Yes, but it’s pretty casual. So not a big deal.”
Chan and Jeongin both high-five you like seventh grade boys, while Hyunjin just cackles at your sudden agitation. Jisung, however, looks annoyed, a very new color on him. 
“I didn’t know you were interested in Soobin,” he says, shutting Hyunjin up. “Why didn’t you tell me? You always tell me when you like someone.”
You know the answer to his question. But you can’t tell Jisung that the only reason why you asked Soobin on a date out of the blue is because you are in love with him and trying to move on. “Seungmin just told me that he had a crush on me. So I went for it.”
“Yeah, everyone knows Soobin likes you. But you could have told me first before making a move.” Jisung’s tone is slightly harsh, suspicious. You recoil in surprise, because he has never spoken to you like this, unlike the boy you know and love.
“Why are you getting so mad?” You ask him, hurt.
“It’s just that we tell each other everything, and this is pretty big.” Jisung crosses his arms stubbornly. “Unless you didn’t want me to know.”
Your skin prickles with a strange feeling, because while you two have bickered over stupid things in the past, it wasn’t anything serious like the look on Jisung’s face now. “What’s your problem, Jisung? What did I do to you?”
Your voice is raised, and boys instantly sense the tension in the air, stepping in to mediate. Chan, the eldest in the group, places a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, mutely imploring him to stay calm. Hyunjin, however, gets defensive on your behalf. 
“Why should she have to tell you? Calm down,” Hyunjin says, frowning at Jisung.
“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We should get going.” Without waiting for an answer from the others, you grasp Jisung’s hand and pull him with you, while he comes along without saying anything at all.
The walk back to your apartment, which is seven minutes long from campus, is filled with an uneasy silence, a dreadful change from the playfulness earlier in the day. The air is charged, full of everything you both want to say to each other, but nevertheless, you keep your mouth closed. More than anything, you’re confused. 
It’s been a long time since either of you were with anyone romantically, so maybe it is surprising to Jisung that you randomly asked Soobin out. However, you don’t understand his anger, especially because Jisung has always supported you in your dating life, even setting you up sometimes with people he knew. But you don’t think the problem is the fact that it is Soobin either, because Soobin is one of the most beloved people on campus due to his sweet personality. You don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s what bothers you the most.
Neither of you speak even when you reach your neighborhood, a suburban oasis in a big city. When there’s good weather, you and Jisung love to come outside and either take long walks around the block or pack picnics to share on the perpetually green lawn in front of your apartment building. Today, you head straight up to your flat, an indifferent pair of strangers standing in the elevator.
After unlocking the door to your apartment, you finally decide to break the silence, turning to look at Jisung, who trails a few feet behind you. “I’ll be in my room, studying.”
You want him to say something, anything, but he just nods, keeping his eyes trained on the grey hardwood flooring. Sighing, you pad across the apartment and enter your room, shutting the door you always keep open. 
You and Jisung had signed a lease on your place last year, partially because you couldn’t afford off-campus housing on your own, but also because you couldn’t imagine a better roommate than him. People made plenty of comments about how you both— two people of the opposite gender— renting an apartment together would be a recipe for disaster.
While Jisung had assured you that everything would be alright, the weeks leading up to move-in day were filled with apprehension for you. But unlike what he believed, it wasn’t because of what others said. The thought of you and Jisung living together made you worry if proximity could potentially make it easier for him to realize your feelings for him. 
However, when the big day rolled in, you couldn’t remember any of your fears as you and Jisung sat in your new apartment, leaned against a pile of half-opened luggage. Exhausted from dealing with delayed furniture shipments and sorting through the endless boxes of belongings, both of you had given up. Resolving to lay on the barren floor and play Go-Fish, you both laughed for hours about the annoyed look on the grumpy mover’s face when Jisung kept asking him questions. Before Jisung subsequently fell asleep on your lap, he promised you that you both would make a lot of good memories here. And you did.
Last Christmas, you both spent it together, huddled on the couch while gossiping and drinking hot chocolate, because both of your flights got canceled due to snow. Then there was the time Jisung forced you to stay awake with him all night because he was scared after watching some bad slasher film, but you told him Disney bedtime stories that eventually made his fear go away.
You can’t help but feel a small pang thinking of whenever he brings you strawberry shortcake from the bakery you like, or all of the times he spam calls you when you’re out late and haven’t informed him. You’ve never fought with Jisung like this, not without him immediately coming after you and begging you to forgive him, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. Being distant with Jisung is a new feeling, and you don’t get how you could ever accomplish that with your best friend in the whole world. 
Shaking off your incessant thoughts about Jisung, you turn on your computer, hunching over on your desk in the artificial glow of the screen. You still have a few chapters of reading to get through, and then you have to solve ten long practice problem sets for Chemistry. For now, you’ll have to put off the deliberations that pull at you.
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“Y/N.”
You feel someone shaking you awake, gentle hands coaxing you out of an uneasy nap. You lift your head from where it rests on your arms, blearily looking up from where you are slumped over your desk. Your laptop has fallen asleep, the dim glow of your lamp lighting up the room instead. And the blaring, unwelcome red of your digital clock signals an unfortunate time well past twelve. Rubbing your eyes, you finally notice Jisung hovering beside you hesitantly.
“I thought you’d want me to wake you up,” Jisung says, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry.”
He’s wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up snugly over his head, a few soft pieces of hair messily sticking out from underneath. He looks so cute you want to hug him, but then you remember the events that transpired before you accidentally fell asleep. 
“It’s okay. I need to finish working, thanks,” you say dully, both tired from studying and being stuck in this bad day with Jisung.
He shakes his head. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for earlier. At the coffee shop.”
You bite your lip, melting at the regret and sadness in his eyes. Your best friend misses you too. “Can we talk?”
Jisung stays quiet before speaking, and you swear he can probably hear your anticipating heartbeat filling the room. “Are you hungry? We didn’t have dinner.” 
He doesn’t answer your question, but you still fold at the thought of how he didn’t eat without you. “Yeah, I am hungry.”
“I’ll make us something.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, and after a second thought, you hurry after him. 
Jisung takes off his hood and brings out a metal pot out of one of the cupboards. You watch as he rummages hastily through the fridge, before he shuts it with empty hands. He turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “So we don’t actually have any food.”
Realization passes between the both of you: in the past few weeks, you both were so immersed in your preparation for your exams that you had completely neglected buying groceries, opting instead for easy pre-cooked meals or food deliveries. Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you rub it, embarrassed, but at least it breaks the tension, as Jisung snorts, an amused look on his face.
“We could go to the store and get something,” he suggests, from where he stands behind the kitchen island. 
He fidgets nervously, a reminder of how any other time, you would have jumped at the opportunity to ditch your books and buy cheap junk food with Jisung. But now? You don’t want to go out. You want to stay here, you want to talk to your best friend, you want things to go back to how they were before your fight with Jisung. And yet, you nod your head in agreement, grabbing your apartment keys and wallet from the counter before following Jisung out of the apartment. 
The hallways of the building are tainted a vivid yellow from the incandescent lighting, a sharp contrast to the gloomy night outside. The moon is high up in the sky, shrouding the sleepy apartment complex in a silvery glow. There’s no one outside except for a homeless man dozing on one of the benches lining the walkways. But the distant city lights tell you that not everyone slumbers, that outside of your bubble, people have their own lives and stories. The only story that matters to you, however, is the one with the beautiful boy who walks beside you, his step heavy and eyes downcast. 
In a matter of wordless minutes, you and Jisung have arrived at your go-to place for midnight runs, a sketchy little convenience store peeking out from behind a cluster of drab office buildings. The neon lighting of the store glows in the dark and reflects in the pools of water left by a mild rain that had graced the land while you were sleeping. 
Jisung quickly walks ahead of you and opens the door for you, a blast of air conditioning granting you solace from the humidity. The familiar sight of the plentiful arrays of colorful aisles and the broken fan hopelessly creaking by the entrance pulls you in. You scour the shelves of mouthwatering foodstuffs, before settling in front of one of the sections.
“I don’t know if it’s a noodles or sandwich kind of night,” you wonder out loud, picking up a pack of ramen. You don’t notice Jisung standing behind you, as you assume he’s already zeroed in on the ice cream freezer like he always does.
“Definitely ramen.”
You jump, hugging the packet to your chest as if it would protect you from the perpetrator. Jisung innocently watches you, a small smile playing upon his lips. He holds two wrapped popsicles in his hands, one melon-flavored and one mango-flavored, and stretches the latter out to you. You accept it, returning his smile, and it feels like things are normal again. You know you should bring up what lies unspoken between you two, but you want to preserve this moment for now.
Jisung selects ramen for himself as well, and you both go to the front counter to check-out, failing to exchange any more words as you both just continue to enjoy the calm. After, you both quickly exit the shop and start jogging in synchronization, remembering that a pile of work still awaits you. When you board the bridge that connects the rest of the city to the way back to your apartment, Jisung doubles over, panting. 
You decide to take a break, walking over to the edge and drinking in the view. The blurred lights of the magnificent skyscrapers illuminate the midnight sky like lightning, and the river in front of you is littered with cargo ships peacefully gliding along on their separate journeys. You lean against the railing, closing your eyes and letting the wind ruffle your hair. Jisung comes up behind you once more, but when he speaks this time, it’s less of a surprise and more of a comfort. 
“Everything is changing,” he says, resting his hands on the railing as well. “I’m scared.”
You open your eyes, turning to face Jisung. His eyes are filled with tears, and your heart reaches out for him. You tightly grasp his hand, trying to convey everything you can’t say to him. 
“Talk to me. Please.”
“I’m not ready for all of this. Graduation’s getting closer, and I know you’re excited but… I don’t know, I still feel kind of stuck.” Jisung’s gaze fixates on one of the boats below. “Every time I type out a line of code, I want to smash my keyboard into bits. Every goddamn time.”
His words are strong, but his voice is rough with emotion. 
“Jisung, don’t do this if it’s not what you want.”
“We’re literally graduating in a month, Y/N.” Jisung lets out a disbelieving sound. “But that’s not even a concern, because my grad school actually offers a joint program on computers and audio design for engineering students who want to go into music production. But I couldn’t do that, because you barely get paid unless you make it big.”
You frown, setting down the plastic cover of your food. “Well, why not? If anyone could break out, it’s you.”
Jisung shrugs, shaking his head. “I can’t take that risk. Just plain old computer science is the way to go.”
You stay quiet for a second, keenly observing his despairing expression. “Your mom would want you to be happy, Hannie.”
“I could be happy, maybe, one day. But not right now.” Jisung runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “You’re moving away next year for your PhD, and I’ll still be stuck here, in a place where you aren’t there.”
“I’m only two hours away. You can get away from campus and visit all the time. We’ll be like the Kardashians taking on a new city!” You crack a watery smile.
Jisung sniffles sadly, and your heart sinks, because you failed to make him happy. Again. But then he looks up at you, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “Only if I get to be Kourtney.”
You laugh, shoving him in the arm. “Fine.”
And then you both say nothing again, just gazing out at the world beyond this bridge and instant.
“What happened today?” You break the silence— questioning, not accusing.
Jisung groans. “It’s… look, I know we’ve both dated before, but none of them were it. And maybe you never felt that way, but I know for a fact that none of the guys you dated were right for you.”
“Jisung—” you start, but he interrupts you.
“And we’re graduating soon. So I thought you’d realize it by now.” Jisung taps his foot like he always does when he’s nervous, and your pulse quickens at his halting words. 
“Realize what?” You ask him softly, trying not to come to any conclusions but betrayed by the treacherous beat of your heart.
The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. “I- I need you to not say anything. Because I need to say something. And if you don’t like what I say, then I’ll walk away and we can forget everything that transpired here. Okay?”
You maintain your serious expression, although you want to swoon at his adorably flustered state. “Okay.”
Jisung is about to finally reveal what has gotten him so worked up, but then he sighs in frustration, shaking his head. “No. I can’t do this with you looking at me. Can you please turn around? Please?”
Hiding a smile, you oblige him and face the other way. “Okay. I can’t see you now.”
You hear Jisung take a deep breath. 
“I’m never going to get this right. Y/N, I like you. And I mean like-like you. Like, romantically. Everything about you, I like. Even your disgusting food combinations, I like. Your smile? Oh god. Don’t go on a date with Soobin. Go with me. I like you.” 
Even though the past few minutes manifested Jisung’s declaration, you still whirl around, shocked. “Say what?”
Jisung rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I pour myself out to you and you need me to repeat it? You’re really something, Y/N.”
You smirk, stepping closer and looping your arms around Jisung’s neck. You take in how Jisung’s eyes have widened and how his lips are parted at such an intimate gesture from you, wondering if this is how it feels in the movies, when the heroine finally gets the boy she’s been loving from a distance for so long. 
You look up at Jisung, and your heart has never felt so happy. “I guess this is my time to be vulnerable too. I don’t just like-like you, Jisung. I love you.”
It’s Jisung’s turn to be surprised. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah. For a very long time.”
He smiles bashfully, his elation at your own confession evident. “I love you too.”
Jisung tilts his head to his right, as you do the same, almost about to close the miniscule space between you both. And then he pulls away.
You watch Jisung, confused, as he covers his face with his palms, shyly giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I dreamed of this for so long. Can you give me a second?” 
Never able to get enough of his antics, you watch as he pulls a stick of chapstick out of his pocket and swipes it on. He dabs his lips carefully before turning back to you. 
“Now where were we?”
Before you can even say anything, he’s closed that gap. His lips are soft and sweet, the taste of cherry and vanilla chapstick lingering. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as Jisung brings up his hands to cradle your face. The sweet scent of him clouds your senses and washes away your inhibitions, and there’s nothing besides you both in this moment. He kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, no exams, no school or anyone else. He kisses you not like a friend, but a lover that he’s yearned for, which certainly wouldn’t be a lie.
You can’t believe that you’ve been pining after Jisung for the mere duration of your college years. It feels like you’ve waited your whole life for this. The murky puddles of water around you and the pungent stench of a nearby dumpster are nowhere near romantic, but with the way you’re kissing Jisung, you might as well be in heaven. 
If you dare to predict the future, you’ll have the rest of your life to look forward to moments like this, miss him even when he’s laying in your arms, love him when you both slow dance in the refrigerator light at midnight. And because you’re two broke peas in a pod, you both will definitely conduct more fake proposals with each other when you go out to eat. Hopefully before the real deal. You’ll just have to see who pops the question first. 
“Wow,” Jisung breathes against your lips. “My dreams have not done this moment any justice.”
You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss. “Mine too.” 
But Jisung dodges your lips, making you scoff as he raises his eyebrows at you. “And what are you going to be doing about Soobin?”
“You should be nicer. Poor Soobin. I wouldn’t have to let him down now if you’d just told me all of this earlier,” you scold Jisung lightly, cupping his chin. 
He pouts, swatting at your arms with the oversize sleeves of his hoodie. “Never mind. Let’s stop talking about him.”
You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You’re sure that the lovesick look on Jisung’s face mirrors your own. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for you. Your best friend in the whole world. And whatever the future holds, that will never change.
“I love you, Hannie. Love you so much,” you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. You’ll never, ever get tired of kissing him.
Jisung smiles down at you lovingly, slipping off his hoodie to put it on you, noticing the way you shiver. But you’re not really that cold; it's the way he’s looking at you right now. Not that you’d tell him that. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” You ask, still in a dreamy daze. This day has turned out to be better than any other you’ve ever had. Everything was worth it.
“Home.”
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