tosomeonessomeone

[tosomeonessomeone]

Entwined.

words・ 4.1k /pairings・ OT8 x Reader / genres・ fluff and funny? / warnings・ intercourse, minors DNI.

Chapter I - Despierto

As I strolled through the streets of Sydney, my gaze inadvertently collided with a stranger's. At that moment, something peculiar unfolded – colours danced before my eyes, and I sensed that the man, now mere steps away from me, experienced the same phenomenon.

"Hey," he greeted with a gentle smile. "Hey," I reciprocated, returning his smile. "I'm Christopher," he introduced himself, extending his hand. Accepting the gesture, I replied, "I'm Y/N."

As we shook hands, a strange sensation washed over me as if our connection was more than just physical. Christopher's eyes sparkled with an unusual intensity, and I found myself drawn to him despite the oddity of the situation.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said, his voice soothing yet strangely hypnotic. "Would you like to grab a coffee?" he asked, gesturing toward a nearby café bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with excitement and curiosity. A comfortable silence enveloped us as we walked, allowing us both to digest the revelation that we were soulmates.

The world around us seemed to fade into the background as I marvelled at the newfound colours dancing before my eyes, each hue vibrant and alive in a way I had never experienced before.

Twenty-seven years of seeing the world in monochrome suddenly felt like a distant memory, replaced by the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within me.

As we settled into our seats, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of cake, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. I sipped my cappuccino, savouring the rich, creamy taste. At the same time, Christopher enjoyed the bold flavour of his espresso.

"So…" he began, his eyes twinkling with wonder as he gazed at me over the rim of his cup, "I didn't know the world could be so colourful." His laughter was infectious, and I couldn't help but join in.

"Me neither," I replied, grateful for this unexpected journey into a world filled with vibrant hues and endless possibilities.

We discussed our newfound connection, sharing stories of disbelief and amazement at how fate had brought us together.

Christopher recounted how he had spent years searching for meaning in a dull and lifeless world, only to discover it in the depths of my eyes.

I, too, shared my journey of self-discovery and how meeting him had filled the void I never knew existed. As we spoke, it became clear that our souls had been yearning for each other long before we met.

"I can't believe this is happening," Christopher said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I never thought I'd find someone who sees the world like I do."

"Me neither," I admitted, tracing patterns on the table with my fingertip. "It's like everything suddenly makes sense."

Christopher reached across the table, gently taking my hand in his. "I feel like I've known you forever," he said softly.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through me at his touch. "I feel the same way," I replied, squeezing his hand gently.

And at that moment, we sat together in the cosy café, surrounded by the buzz of conversation and the aroma of coffee.

We ended up sharing a cake, indulging in its sweetness as we continued to open up to each other.

Christopher asked if I was from around, and I shook my head, explaining that I was in Sydney on vacation. He chuckled at my attempt to pass off my English accent as local, knowing it was distinctly different.

I laughed, feeling a warmth spreading through me. "Well, I'm actually from [the reader's country]," I admitted, feeling vulnerable and excited at sharing this part of myself with him.

"Your accent is quite charming," Christopher said with a smile, his eyes twinkling as he noticed my blush.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "Are you from around here?"

He shook his head. "No, actually, I was born in South Korea. I moved to Australia when I was young, but now I'm back in South Korea again."

My eyes widened in surprise. "That's incredible! But why did you move back?"

Christopher hesitated momentarily before revealing, "Well, I'm a K-pop idol. I'm the leader of Stray Kids."

I gasped, unable to contain my astonishment. "Wait. Oh my! I can't believe it! How did I not recognize you?"

Christopher chuckled, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at me, his newfound soulmate. "Oh, I'm sorry for my outburst," I said, still slightly embarrassed.

"There's no need to apologize," he said warmly. It's refreshing to meet someone who doesn't recognize me immediately."

I nodded, feeling a sense of understanding pass between us. "I have to blame my little sister," I explained, "she's quite the Stray Kids fan. She will be speechless when she finds out I was sitting here having coffee with you."

Christopher laughed, his tone light and genuine. "Well, maybe one day she'll get to meet me, too."

As we continued to talk, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected twists and turns life had taken, leading me to this moment with Christopher, my soulmate and a K-pop idol. It was a story I never could have imagined.

"So, do you work?" Christopher asked, his eyes curious as he sipped his coffee.

I nodded, feeling a sense of pride as I replied, "Yes, I'm a preschool teacher. But my true passion lies in the arts."

His eyes lit up with excitement. "That's amazing! I have another soulmate, Hyunjin, deeply rooted in the arts. I have a feeling you two would hit it off right away."

I blinked in shock at the revelation that Christopher had another soulmate. "Another soulmate?" I repeated, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Christopher chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's a bit complicated. All the boys from Stray Kids are actually soulmates, too."

I sat there, trying to process this newfound information, feeling a mix of astonishment and intrigue swirling within me.

"It's okay, don't worry," I reassured him with a warm smile, feeling a sense of understanding over me. "I would love to meet all of them. And I'm happy you were not alone all this time."

Christopher's expression softened with gratitude as he nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "It means a lot to me."

As the hours passed, Christopher and I were engrossed in conversation, discussing anything and everything that came to mind. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked him about his age, only to discover we were the same age. I was older by just a couple of months. "97 babies," I joked, feeling a sense of camaraderie.

Christopher chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, my other soulmates never let me forget it," he admitted with a playful grin.

"Well, don't worry anymore," I replied, a mischievous twinkle in my eye. "I'm older by a few months, so I'll gladly take the teasing. It'll give you a break."

We shared a laugh, our connection growing stronger with each passing moment in that cosy café, surrounded by the comforting hum of conversation and the aroma of coffee.

As we reluctantly realized how late it had become, we glanced around the now dimly lit café, realizing it was nearly closing. With quick apologies, we hurried to settle our bill and bid farewell to the cosy atmosphere.

Christopher insisted on walking me back to my hotel, his presence a comforting reassurance in the bustling streets of Sydney at night. As we strolled along, he asked about the duration of my stay in Australia, his earnestness evident in the way he hung on to my every word.

"I'm here for another week," I replied, smiling at his genuine interest. "I would love to spend as much time with you as possible."

His smile widened, and a spark of excitement lit up his eyes. "Great," he said, his voice filled with warmth. We'll make the most of it then." With that promise lingering in the air, we continued our journey through the night, knowing our connection was just beginning to blossom.

We exchanged numbers, the promise of future conversations lingering in the air, and said our goodbyes. Our hug was long and comforting, neither of us wanting to overstep the boundaries of our newfound relationship. But as Christopher pulled away, I couldn't resist planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, a silent expression of the connection we had forged in such a short time.

With a giggle bubbling up inside me, I retreated to the comfort of my hotel room, feeling lighthearted and giddy, like a teenager experiencing their first crush. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in years, yet here I was, completely swept away by the magic of it all.

Meanwhile, as Christopher returned home, he couldn't contain his excitement. He called his members individually and shared the news of our meeting, their voices filled with happiness and anticipation at the thought of meeting me.

And as they exchanged excited chatter about the possibilities ahead, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought us all together.

Couple days later

As I stepped into the park, the morning sunlight filtering through the trees cast a golden glow over everything, including Christopher, who stood there looking effortlessly handsome in his white button-up shirt and loose pants. His curly hair danced in the gentle breeze, adding to his charm.

"G'morning!" he greeted me with a bright smile, his eyes lighting up as he spotted me approaching.

"Morning," I replied, returning his smile as I saw him and the adorable little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel at his side.

"Oh! This is Berry. She wanted to come along to meet you," Christopher explained, reaching down to pat the small dog's head affectionately.

I couldn't help but giggle at Berry's excited, wagging tail, feeling a warmth spread through me at Christopher's thoughtful gesture. "She's adorable," I remarked, bending down to scratch behind Berry's ears.

As I got up, Christopher's smile widened, revealing a small bag and two cups of coffee. "I bought breakfast," he announced cheerfully, "Thank you," I replied gratefully and kissed his cheek.

He handed me Berry's leash, a simple gesture that spoke volumes. As I took hold of it, he extended his now liberated hand, silently inviting me to intertwine our fingers. Eventually, we stumbled upon a charming bench nestled beneath a canopy of trees, and there we settled down together, just like couples in classic films.

As we enjoyed our breakfast and Berry's company, the morning sun cast a warm glow around us, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

We enjoyed each other's presence in comfortable silence; the only sounds around us were the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

"Y/N…" Christopher's voice broke the silence, and I looked into his eyes, curious about what he had to say.

He paused, a hint of hesitation flickering before he continued, "Oh, don't look at me like that. it makes me want to kiss you." He chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood with a playful flirt comment.

I couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through me at the thought of his lips on mine. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and quickly pecked his lips before turning away to sip my coffee, leaving him frozen in place.

"So… what did you want to say?" I asked mischievously, turning back to him with a playful twinkle in my eye. Christopher cleared his throat, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked at me like an idiot.

"Well…" he began, his fingers intertwined with mine, "When your trip here ends, where do you plan on going?"

I pondered momentarily before replying, "I'm not sure yet. Classes don't start for another month, so I considered travelling more."

Christopher's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, where to?" he asked eagerly.

"Maybe South Korea," I replied with a playful smirk. I just found out my soulmate lives there, and I would love to learn more about where he's from."

Christopher chuckled at my playful jab." Oh, I'm pretty sure he will be thrilled to have you there," Christopher replied warmly. He brought my hand to his lips and gently kissed it. He then met my gaze with an affectionate smile, his eyes filled with love and warmth.

I couldn't help but feel the excitement in my chest at his words and the tender gesture. "I hope so," I replied softly, returning his gaze with equal fondness.

As we sat there, hand in hand, lost in each other's eyes, I knew that no matter where my travels took me, Christopher would always be there, a guiding light in life's journey.

Later that day, Christopher invited me to have lunch and meet his family. Soon, I found myself bonding with his sister, Hannah, and his little brother, Lucas. His parents welcomed me with open arms, and I felt a sense of belonging that warmed my heart.

As night approached, Christopher drove me back to my hotel once again. However, when we arrived this time, I hesitated momentarily before inviting him into my room. Without a word, he followed me inside, and as soon as the door closed behind us, the air between us crackled with anticipation.

We both knew it had only been a few days since we met. Still, the connection between us was undeniable, and the longing was palpable in how our bodies gravitated toward each other.

Unable to resist any longer, we surrendered to the magnetic pull between us, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that ignited a fire.

As our kiss deepened, I felt his hands begin to explore my body, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned softly as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands slipping under my shirt to caress my sides. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against mine.

He lifted me up effortlessly, carrying me to the bed, where he gently laid me down. His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending as he slowly undressed me. I watched as he removed his own clothes, revealing his toned, muscular body.

Christopher's hands continued to explore my body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck. "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be with you."

Feeling a rush of desire wash over me. His fingers traced the outline of my bra, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His lips followed his hands, kissing and nibbling at my skin as he made his way down my body.

I smiled, feeling my heart swell with affection for him. "You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself," I teased, running my fingers through his hair.

Christopher chuckled, his hands moving lower, slipping under the waistband of my panties. "I can't wait to make love to you," he said, his voice low and husky.

My breath caught in my throat as he began to stroke me, his fingers moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that made my toes curl with pleasure. "Oh, god," I moaned, arching my back as the sensations washed over me.

Christopher's fingers slipped inside my panties, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. I gasped as he began to stroke me, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove me wild with desire. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, my body responding to his touch with every passing moment.

Christopher's lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, lost in the moment's passion. I could feel his hard length pressing against me, and I knew that I wanted him more than anything.

"Please," I whispered, breaking the kiss. "Take me."

Christopher's eyes met mine, and I saw the desire burning in his gaze. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my desire overwhelming any doubts or fears I might have had. "Yes," I said. "I want you.". In a blink of an eye, we removed any fabric left between us.

With a groan, Christopher positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he pushed inside me, and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me up completely.

We moved together, our bodies rocking in perfect harmony as we chased our pleasure to its peak. I cried out as I came, my body trembling with ecstasy, and Christopher followed soon after, his own release washing over him in a wave of pleasure.

We lay there for a while, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Christopher's arms were wrapped around me, holding me close, and I felt safe and content in his embrace.

"That was amazing," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "It really was," I agreed.

He leaned in to kiss me, and we kissed long and deep, our bodies entwined once again. I deeply connected with Christopher as we made love a second time. I knew without a doubt that he was my soulmate.

Afterwards, we laid facing each other. "I can't believe how perfect this feels," Christopher said, his voice filled with wonder.

"I know," I said, tracing circles on his chest.

Christopher's fingers traced lazy patterns along my skin as we watched a random movie playing on TV, the sound as a soothing backdrop to our shared moment of intimacy.

"This is perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he gently kissed my forehead.

I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at his words. "Yes, it is," I replied softly, snuggling closer to him, knowing that everything felt right in the world. The week had flown by in a whirlwind of laughter, shared moments, and stolen kisses.

SEOUL, KR

Now, we stood side by side at the gates of Incheon International Airport. Christopher and I were masked, sunglasses shielding our eyes and hats pulled low to conceal our identities. We tried to blend in and attract as little attention as possible.

"Are you ready for this?" Christopher asked, his voice slightly muffled by the mask as he glanced at me.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, reassuringly squeezing Christopher's hand.

We took a deep breath and glanced again to ensure we weren't drawing unwanted attention. Then, we stepped forward, embarking on the next chapter of our journey together.

Christopher led me to a sleek black car waiting outside a private airport. Despite my protests, he insisted on helping me with my luggage, his hands warm and reassuring as he loaded it into the trunk.

As we settled into the backseat of the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement building within me. Christopher's manager was already seated inside, and as they engaged in conversation, I felt grateful for his thoughtful consideration, especially when he took the time to translate essential details for me.

The car pulled away from the airport, the city lights blurring past as we made our way to the dorms. Christopher turned to me, his expression severe yet filled with warmth.

"I want you to stay with me in the dorms," he said softly, his eyes locking with mine. "It'll be safer that way."

I hesitated momentarily, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my mind. But as I looked into Christopher's earnest gaze, I knew I could trust him with my safety and well-being.

"Okay," I replied, giving him a small smile. I'll stay with you." With that decision made, I settled back into the seat, ready to embark on this new adventure with the man I had come to love.

As we rode through the streets of Seoul, my stomach twisted and turned with anticipation. I couldn't shake the nerves that fluttered inside me, wondering how Christopher's other soulmates would perceive me. Would they like me? Would they accept me into their circle?

Sensing my nervous state, Christopher reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before bringing it to his lips to kiss it tenderly. "Everything will be fine," he assured me gently. "I'm 100% sure they will adore you."

His words brought a slight sense of comfort, and I couldn't help but smile at his unwavering confidence. Nodding in agreement, I leaned against his shoulder, finding solace in his presence as we made our way to his dorm.

As the car pulled to the dormitory, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the new experiences and challenges. But with Christopher by my side, I knew that no matter what happened, everything would be okay.

As Christopher led me to the entrance of the Stray Kids dorm, my heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was when I would meet some of Christopher's soulmates—Hyunjin and the members of 3racha, Chanbin, and Han.

He opened the door, and a wave of anxiety washed over me, but it wasn't my own. I tried to push aside the unfamiliar feeling, focusing instead on anticipating meeting the people who meant so much to Christopher.

Stepping into the dorm, We were greeted by the sight of Hyunjin and Chanbin cuddling on the sofa. Their faces lit up with joy as they spotted Christopher, and they quickly got up to greet and hug their lover and bandmate.

"Chris!" Hyunjin exclaimed, pulling him into a tight embrace. "It's been too long!"

Chanbin echoed the sentiment, wrapping his arms around Christopher with a warm smile. "Yeah, we missed you," he said, his voice filled with affection.

I stood back, watching the joyful reunion unfold, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance wash over me. Despite my initial nerves, I knew I was surrounded by people who cared deeply for Christopher, which made me feel right at home.

As I stepped out from behind Christopher, Chanbin noticed my presence and froze, his gaze on my chest. Confusion washed over me as I followed his gaze, only to find a soft glow from our chests.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief wash over me. This wasn't how I had imagined our first meeting with Christopher's soulmates.

Hyunjin's reaction was no less shocking. He gasped loudly and bolted off to his room, leaving the rest of us stunned.

"Well, that's certainly unexpected," I muttered ironically, trying to lighten the mood as I glanced at Christopher, who looked just as bewildered as I felt.

Christopher reached out and took my hand, his touch grounding me in the surreal moment. I looked at him and pointed to Chanbin, trembling as I uttered, "Our hearts are glowing."

Chanbin relayed the same message to Christopher in Korean. For a moment, the three of us stood in disbelief, trying to make sense of the inexplicable phenomenon unfolding before us.

As we struggled to process the glowing hearts and the unexpected revelation, Hyunjin emerged from his room, clutching a sketchbook in trembling hands.

With a visible effort, he opened the book, revealing dozens of drawings of me. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the sketches, each capturing my likeness with stunning accuracy.

"I've been daydreaming about you for some time," Hyunjin said shakily, his voice filled with emotion.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, realization dawning instantly. My eyes widened in shock as I gasped, barely comprehending what Hyunjin had just revealed.

"Oh my…" I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief. "You're the one in my daydreams?!"

We sat in the living room, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed us. Hyunjin asked hesitantly if he could hug me. Without hesitation, I nodded, feeling a sense of warmth and connection in his presence.

Chanbin, not wanting to be left out, playfully whined that he wanted a hug, too. I couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, marvelling at the surrealness of the situation. Two more soulmates added to the mix—honestly, life surprised us most unexpectedly.

Christopher couldn't contain his laughter at the absurdity of it all. "And you were nervous they would like you too," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced at me.

To be continued ✨

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[tosomeonessomeone]

So, FYI you guys, sometimes if you go to your favorite writers and flail at them a lot about how much you love their fics with lots of specific examples, they will let you read thousands of words of their unpublished WIPs and you can flail even more. Also sometimes after that you get to be friends, too, and help them come up with ideas. And vice versa! This is pretty much the best thing in the world and it is called fandom.

[tosomeonessomeone]

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

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I need your help ✨

Greetings, my dear readers! As my birthday approaches, I've resolved to craft ten stories for you. However, I'm in need of your assistance to determine which one I should embark upon first 💛✨

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AHHH YOU DID IT AGAIN!!! i forgot if i already sent an anon.. but the mood board too??!?! i feel spoilt!! 💛 the beautiful writing once again has amazed me and the vision you gave was astonishing🙏🏻 i can’t wait to read more in the future or come up with an idea again for your amazing writing skills to take control !

i also saw your recent post and i hope you’re okay, sending all my love!! 🩷

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your smile.

words・ 2.9k /pairings・ Bang Chan x reader / genres・ fluff / warnings・ none

Karaoke ver.

As the night progressed and the karaoke session entered its peak, Chan's energy seemed to escalate. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he scrolled through the song list until he found it—Bruno Mars's signature tune, "Just the Way You Are."

A grin spread across Chan's face as he looked over at you, excitement dancing in his gaze. "Hey, guess what I'm going to sing next?"

You chuckled, already anticipating the song choice. "Let me guess, 'Just the Way You Are' by Bruno Mars?"

Chan's grin widened as he nodded enthusiastically. "You got it! It's my signature song, after all."

As the familiar melody filled the room, Chan's voice resonated with passion and emotion, capturing the essence of the heartfelt lyrics. With each note, his voice soared, carrying the sincerity and warmth of the song's message.

As Chan sang each part of the song, his eyes remained fixed on you, his voice carrying the weight of every heartfelt word.

"Her eyes, her eyes," he crooned, his gaze softening as he emphasized each syllable, "Make the stars look like they're not shinin'."

With each line, Chan's voice echoed with sincerity, his gaze never wavering as he continued, "Her hair, her hair, Falls perfectly without her tryin'."

As he sang his eyes seemed to convey a depth of emotion that resonated with the lyrics. "She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day," he sang, his voice filled with tenderness and affection.

But it was in the chorus that his gaze held the most intensity, as if every word was a silent declaration meant just for you. "When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change," he sang, his eyes locked on yours, "Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are."

With a grateful smile and a nod of appreciation to the neon lights that had inadvertently concealed your blush, you leaned back, savoring the precious moments of your friendship with him.

As the final strains of the song melted into the air, Chan's gaze lingered, his eyes filled with an intensity that seemed to transcend the music. The room fell silent, as Chan hesitated, a flicker of emotion crossing his features.

Unable to contain the feelings that surged within him, Chan took a deep breath, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "I... I couldn't hold it anymore," he admitted, his words carrying a weight of vulnerability.

With a tremor in his voice, Chan continued, his eyes never wavering from yours. "I know we've been through so much together, and... and I just need to say..." His words trailed off, lost in the intensity of the moment.

A swell of emotion rose within you, your heart pounding with anticipation. In the hush of the room, you could feel the weight of Chan's words hanging in the air, poised on the precipice of revelation.

And then, in a moment of clarity and courage, Chan spoke from the depths of his heart. "I care about you more than words can say. You mean everything to me, and I just needed you to know… I adore you"

In the intimate confines of the karaoke room, with the neon lights casting a soft glow around you, Chan's confession hung in the air like a delicate melody waiting to be embraced. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a moment of vulnerability and truth.

The tension between you intensified, the air crackling with unspoken emotion. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, you rose from your seat, drawn inexorably closer to him.

With each step, your heart pounded in your chest, the rhythm of anticipation matching the tempo of your shared desire. As you closed the distance between you, Chan's words faded into the background, replaced by the magnetic pull of your connection.

Gently, almost instinctively, you reached out, cupping Chan's face in your trembling hands. His gaze met yours, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in the depths of his eyes, mirroring the emotions that swirled within your own soul.

And then, without hesitation, you closed the remaining space between you, pressing your lips to his in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the intoxicating sweetness of your shared embrace.

As your lips met, a surge of electricity coursed through your veins, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity you had never known. Chan responded in kind, his arms encircling you, drawing you closer until there was no space left between you.

In that timeless moment, the karaoke room faded into oblivion, its neon lights dimming in comparison to the brilliance of your love. The microphone slipped from Chan's grasp, forgotten amidst the overwhelming tide of emotion that consumed you.

Leaning back, breathless from the intensity of the moment, you whispered softly, "I adore you too," your words carrying the weight of sincerity and affection. With a tender smile, you closed the distance between you once more, sealing your declaration with another sweet kiss.

In that fleeting exchange, the depth of your emotions echoed in the gentle brush of your lips, a silent promise of devotion. It was a moment suspended in time, a testament to the bond that had blossomed between you and Chan, transcending words and defying explanation.

As you lingered in each other's embrace, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of your shared affection to light the way forward.

His bedroom ver.

As Chan leaned back against a pile of pillows, he glanced at the ceiling, lost in thought. "So, what's been going on with you lately?"

You shrugged, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Oh, you know, the usual. Work, trying to find some time to relax in between."

He nodded, understandingly. "Yeah, it's been pretty hectic with the group too. We've got that comeback showcase next week, and then we're off to Japan for a mini-tour."

"That sounds intense," you remarked, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. "But exciting, too. I can't wait to see how everything turns out."

Chan grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, it's definitely going to be an adventure. By the way, have you heard about the new song we've been working on? It's going to blow everyone away."

You chuckled. "You say that about every song you guys make, but somehow, you always manage to deliver."

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Hey, you gotta have confidence, right?"

"Absolutely," you agreed, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Confidence is key."

"So, any exciting plans for after the tour?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Chan stretched his arms out above his head, considering your question. "Not really sure yet. Probably just some downtime with the members, catching up on sleep, maybe binge-watching a few shows."

"That sounds like a perfect way to recharge," you said, nodding in agreement. "You guys definitely deserve it after all the hard work."

He smiled gratefully. "Thanks. What about you? Any fun activities or trips planned?"

You shook your head. "Not really. Just hoping to catch up on some reading and maybe take a short trip to the countryside for some fresh air."

"That sounds nice," Chan said, his eyes brightening with enthusiasm. "Sometimes, the simplest things can be the most refreshing."

You smiled, appreciating his outlook on life. "Definitely. It's all about finding those little moments of peace and contentment."

As the conversation continued to flow effortlessly between the two of you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Chan's friendship and the moments of calmness he brought into your life, even amidst the chaos of his own.

The comfortable silence enveloped you both, punctuated only by the soft tapping of fingers on screens as you scrolled through your phones. It was a familiar scene, one you had shared many times before.

You couldn't help but notice the peacefulness of the moment, contrasting with the lively chaos that often surrounded Chan and his fellow members. 

You glanced over at Chan, his brow furrowed in concentration as he navigated through messages and notifications. 

Despite the tranquility of the moment, you knew that silence wasn't something he often experienced, especially with his energetic bandmates always around.

As the minutes passed, the silence remained unbroken, yet the connection between you and Chan only grew stronger, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you shared. 

And in that moment, surrounded by stillness, you felt grateful for the simple pleasure of each other's company.

You chuckled as you scrolled through TikTok, watching people confessing their feelings to each other in creative ways. Turning to Chan, you posed a playful question, "Hey, if you were to confess to someone, would you do it by singing a song?"

Chan looked up from his phone, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hmm, that's an interesting idea. I suppose it depends on the person and the situation."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "Oh? So, you're saying there's a chance you might serenade someone?"

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I'm not ruling it out. Singing can be a powerful way to express your feelings, you know?"

"True," you nodded, thinking about the heartfelt emotions that music could convey. "It could definitely leave a lasting impression."

Chan grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Who knows, maybe one day you'll see me on TikTok, belting out a love song for someone special."

You chuckled, imagining Chan's smooth vocals serenading an unsuspecting recipient. "I'll keep an eye out for that, then."

As the conversation veered into playful banter, you couldn't help but appreciate Chan's lighthearted demeanor and his willingness to embrace romantic gestures, even if they involved a bit of singing.

Feeling Chan's gaze lingering on you, you tried to focus on your phone screen, scrolling through the endless stream of content. Despite the silence between you, his presence felt palpable, a gentle weight in the room.

Trying to maintain your composure, you pretended to be engrossed in whatever was on your phone, hoping to deflect any attention his way. But deep down, you couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind, what thoughts were swirling behind those piercing eyes.

The seconds ticked by, each one filled with an unspoken tension that hung in the air. You could feel the urge to look up, to meet his gaze, but something held you back, a fear of what you might find there.

In the quiet of the room, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner, a steady rhythm that underscored the awkwardness of the moment. It was as if time itself had slowed down, stretching the silence into an eternity.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, you mustered the courage to glance up, meeting Chan's eyes with a hesitant smile. And in that fleeting moment, you found solace in the familiarity of his gaze, a silent understanding that bridged the distance between you.

With a shared small smile, the tension dissipated, replaced by a sense of ease that washed over you like a gentle tide. And as you returned to your phone, the silence no longer felt suffocating, but comforting, a reminder of the unspoken bond that bound you and Chan together.

As you thought silence would continue, Chan's melodic voice filled the room, softly crooning the lyrics of "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars, you felt a rush of warmth spread through you. His gentle rendition of the song enveloped you like a soothing embrace, drawing you in closer with each heartfelt note.

You turned to look at him, your gaze locking with his, as if caught in a spell woven by the power of music. His eyes sparkled with sincerity, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that resonated deep within your soul.

With a tender gesture, Chan reached out and delicately tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. It was a simple yet intimate gesture, one that spoke volumes without the need for words.

"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while," Chan sang softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Cause girl, you're amazing just the way you are."

His words hung in the air, lingering like a sweet melody, as if painting a portrait of admiration and adoration. In that moment, surrounded by the gentle strains of the song.

As the final notes of the song faded into the silence, you remained locked in a wordless exchange, the air tinged with an unspoken understanding. And in Chan's eyes, you found a reflection of your own worth and beauty, a reminder that you were truly loved just the way you are.

"Wow, if you serenade your crush like that, they'll be as smitten with you as I am right now," you joked softly, a smile playing on your lips.

Chan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he replied, "Well, I'm glad I've had that effect on you."

In that moment, something shifted within you, a realization dawning like a gentle sunrise. Before you could articulate your thoughts, Chan leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of Chan's touch and the softness of his lips against yours. It was a moment suspended in time, a silent promise of something more, something deeper than words could convey.

As he pulled back, you were left breathless, your heart racing with a mixture of surprise and longing. In Chan's gaze, you saw a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you, a silent affirmation of the connection between you.

Your hand instinctively reached for Chan's cheek, his warmth against your palm grounding you in the reality of the moment. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing in a silent surrender to the emotions swirling between you.

As you drew closer, your breath mingling with his, you whispered softly, "Please, tell me this isn't a prank?"

Chan's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking with yours in a silent vow. "It's not a prank," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

His words hung in the air, a solemn declaration of his feelings, his intentions laid bare before you. In that fragile moment, doubt melted away, leaving only the undeniable truth of your connection.

With a gentle resolve, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting again in a tender embrace. It was a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow to explore the depths of this newfound love together.

And as you melted into each other's embrace, the world faded away, leaving only the sweet symphony of your beating hearts, a testament to the magic of love found in the most unexpected places.

Chan's arms wrapped around you, drawing you closer to his body. The world around you faded into insignificance as you melted into each other's embrace, lost in the warmth of the moment.

The softness of his lips against yours sent waves of warmth cascading through you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment.

The forgotten phones lay untouched, a testament to the magnetic pull of your connection, drawing you closer together on the floor of his bedroom. In that intimate space, time seemed to stand still, each heartbeat echoing the rhythm of your shared passion.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you surrendered to the sweet surrender of the moment, lost in a world where only the two of you existed. And as you lay there, bodies entwined and hearts intertwined, you knew that this was just the beginning of a love story waiting to unfold.

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Oh fuck me

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words from my heart.

Hello, my lovely readers.

Today, I just need to get some things off my chest.

Firstly, I want to say that I am deeply grateful for all your love and support. It means a lot to me!

Secondly, I never got to introduce myself properly… hehe. My name is Ella, Taurus sign, and I am a 97line (Bang Chan we are quite old, huh?). I currently write about Stray Kids. I am an adorable Shawol, High Skool, EXO-L, CARAT and STAY :) For my personality I think I am a mixture copy of Bang Chan, Kyungsoo and Wonwoo haha.

Thirdly, before posting "Intertwined," I never truly shared my writings with anyone. But I had a friend back in high school who watched me grow my writing abilities. She would read all my awfully written fanfics about EXO and B.A.P, and leave notes on the pages praising my writing, my plot ideas, and my English writing skills (English is my second language). When we were 18, she got pregnant and married. I was her maid of honor, and I watched her family grow, including her beautiful son. Unfortunately, we grew apart; we never fought, life just took us on different paths. A week before starting this Tumblr, the universe decided that it was time for her and her son to depart, both still full of health and youth. They became two beautiful and shiny stars in the skies. So I quietly started writing fanfics again to cope with my grieving, to remember her friendship. I started writing for her, wishing she was able to read one more story before she passed away. I am truly thankful for all your feedback. I am pretty sure she would be proud and happy with all your comments.

Thank you so much <3

sincerely yours,

Ella

#heart to heart #words from the heart #stray kids #exo #shinee #epik high #seventeen

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f*cking mine.

words・ 5.8k /pairings・ Vampire Lee know x Afab!reader / genres・ thrilling?/ warnings・ intercourse, mentions of alcoholic drinks and drugs, minors DNI.

Hello lovely ones! At last, it has arrived ✨ I might have gotten a bit carried away with the plot and added some extra spice 😅, so if you’re underaged, you know the drill. 🐈‍⬛ anon, hope you enjoy it! Ps. yes.. I did a mood board for this fic.

YN and her friends eagerly embarked on their October adventure, seeking the thrill of Halloween in the heart of an eerie forest. Nestled among the trees stood their chosen sanctuary: a rustic cabin, beckoning with promises of mystery and excitement.

As the night deepened, laughter mingled with the rustle of leaves outside. After a lot of booze and a couple joints, truth or dare became their group game of choice, fueling the evening with daring challenges and revealing confessions. Amidst the flickering candlelight, an irresistible dare emerged from the shadows.

One of YN's friends, eyes glinting mischievously, proposed the ultimate challenge: to explore the forbidden path marked by a foreboding sign that declared, "road not taken." The warning was clear, but so was the allure of the unknown.

Despite the lingering doubt, YN felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, heightened by the warmth of intoxication.

As YN stepped cautiously along the winding trail, her friends' voices lingered in her mind, their laughter echoing through the dense foliage like a distant melody.

"I can't believe you're actually doing this, YN!" Ella’s voice chimed in her memory, tinged with a hint of disbelief.

"Yeah, this is like straight out of a horror movie," remarked Mia, her tone laced with excitement.

YN couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, her breath forming a misty cloud in the cool night air. "Well, what's life without a little adventure, right?"

"True that," came Hyo’s voice, her tone filled with encouragement. "Just don't get lost out there, okay? We don't need a real-life Blair Witch situation on our hands."

The mention of the infamous horror film elicited nervous laughter from YN, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. "Don't worry, I'll find my way back," she reassured them, her voice carrying a note of determination.

With determined steps, YN ventured into the darkness, guided by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above. Each footfall echoed against the forest floor, mingling with the whispers of ancient trees and the flutter of unseen creatures.

The path stretched before her, winding deeper into the heart of the forest with every passing moment. Shadows danced on the edges of her vision, casting doubt and uncertainty upon her path. 

The forest enveloped her in its embrace, shrouding her senses in a cloak of mystery and wonder. Every rustle of leaves, every creak of branches, held the promise of adventure and danger intertwined.

As she ventured further along the winding trail, the night itself seemed to hold its breath, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Yet, despite the whispers of caution that echoed in her mind, YN pressed on, driven by an insatiable thirst for discovery.

YN ventured deeper into the forest, her footsteps echoing against the tangled undergrowth, she stumbled upon another cabin, its weathered facade a stark contrast to the one she and her friends called home for the night. The sight of the aged structure sent a shiver down her spine, its timeworn exterior whispering tales of long-forgotten secrets and untold mysteries.

Pausing at the foot of the rickety stairs, YN couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity tugging at her senses. The door, oddly ajar, beckoned to her like a siren's call, promising a glimpse into the unknown depths of the past. For a moment, she hesitated, torn between the allure of exploration and the lingering sense of caution that gnawed at her conscience.

"Okay, YN, let's not get too carried away here," she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is definitely starting to feel like something out of a horror movie."

As YN turned to leave, her heart skipped a beat as she was startled to find a man standing at the foot of the steps, his presence looming like a shadow against the fading light of dusk. In the dimness, his features were cast in obscurity, a silhouette shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

Frozen in place, YN's eyes traced the outline of the stranger's figure, noting the striking contrast of his dark hair against the pallor of his skin. His attire, adorned with chains that glinted in the fading light, spoke of a persona both enigmatic and alluring, drawing her gaze inexorably towards his face.

Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, YN struggled to find her voice amidst the silence that hung heavy between them. And as the stranger's gaze met hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine, he spoke, his voice a low murmur that echoed in the stillness of the forest.

"Can I help you?" His words, tinged with an air of mystery, hung in the air like a question waiting to be answered, his eyes searching hers for some semblance of recognition or understanding.

Summoning her courage, YN met the stranger's gaze with a steadiness born of determination. "I... I was just exploring," she replied, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. "I didn't mean to intrude."

As the words tumbled from her lips, YN found herself caught in the currents of a moment suspended in time, the air alive with the promise of possibility and the lingering scent of uncertainty. 

"Uhh..." YN hesitated, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I was dared to travel down the trail..." Her words faltered as she reached out to steady herself against the door frame, the weight of the man's scrutiny bearing down upon her.

As the man's gaze lingered on her, YN felt a flush of embarrassment color her cheeks, acutely aware of the disapproval etched into his features. His raised eyebrow spoke volumes, a silent accusation that hung heavy in the air between them.

"So you thought you could explore my house, huh?" The man's words cut through the silence like a knife, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt.

YN mumbled her explanation, a quick shake of her head accompanied her apology. "No, just the trail. I apologize, I wasn’t going to enter,” she muttered, her voice quivering with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

The man stood there, his gaze piercing through her, his silence hanging heavy in the air like a looming storm. Seconds passed like eternities as YN waited, her nerves on edge, her senses heightened to the slightest movement.

"You do realize that you’re lucky to come across me here. These woods are not a safe place for a young girl like you to be wandering all alone," he murmured, his words a somber reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

YN swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear, her mind racing with a myriad of possibilities. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon her, the realization sinking in that she stood on the precipice of something far more sinister than she had ever imagined.

Then, with deliberate steps, the man began to approach her slowly, each footfall echoing ominously in the stillness of the night. YN's heart raced as she felt the weight of his presence bearing down upon her, making it difficult for her to even lift her gaze to meet his.

With each step backward, YN's heart pounded against her chest like a drumbeat of impending doom. The urge to flee surged within her, fueled by the primal instinct to escape the clutches of the unknown.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

As YN edged backward, her back hit the wall near the door, a momentary lapse that threatened to plunge her into the depths of uncertainty. Her pulse quickened, her breath caught in her throat, as she teetered on the brink of danger. The rough texture of the wall against her skin served as a stark reminder of the confined space, trapping her in the predator's den. 

He stopped just in front of her, his figure towering over her like a specter in the moonlight. His voice, soft yet laden with an undercurrent of warning, sent shivers down YN's spine.

Every fiber of her being screamed for escape as she stood pinned against the barrier, her senses heightened to the looming threat that loomed before her.

Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one a desperate plea for escape, as she stood frozen in the shadow of his presence. The weight of his touch pressed against her, a tangible reminder of the darkness that lurked within the depths of the forest.

"These are my woods,” he leaned in, whispering close to her ears.

YN's voice trembled as she whispered, her words echoing in the stillness of the night. "Y-your woods?" she repeated, her disbelief palpable in the quiver of her tone.

The man's response sent a chill down her spine, his voice dripping with possessiveness and entitlement. "Yes, dear, my woods," he murmured, his words a chilling reminder of the power he held over the domain in which they stood. "This place belongs to me, and anyone who wanders in is fair game for me to play with."

YN's breath caught in her throat, the weight of his words sinking in like an anchor dragging her deeper into the abyss. The realization dawned on her with a sickening clarity: she was at the mercy of a predator, a wolf among sheep, lurking in the darkness of the forest.

In that moment, fear and defiance warred within her, each vying for dominance over her trembling form. 

"Would you like to know my name, darling?" His voice was a sinister whisper, laden with promises of power and submission. "I shall warn you, however, that once you say it, you will become subservient to my every whim and bound to serve me."

Her heart hammered against her chest as he spoke, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud. YN's mind raced with uncertainty, torn between the allure of knowledge and the fear of what it might entail.

As he stepped back, giving her space to consider his offer, YN felt the weight of his gaze bearing down upon her. His challenge hung in the air like a dare, tempting her to take the plunge into the unknown.

"Are you brave enough to take on the challenge?" His words echoed in the stillness of the night, a test of her courage and resilience in the face of overwhelming darkness.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity coursing through her veins, YN summoned her courage and faced the man with the glowing red eyes. Despite the warning echoing in her mind, she couldn't resist the pull of the unknown, the tantalizing allure of discovering his name.

"I... I want to… know your name," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear.

With a sly smile curling his lips, the man leaned in closer, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. "My name is Lee Minho, but for a sweet thing like you, you can call me Minho," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down YN's spine.

As the revelation of Minho's name hung in the air like a shroud of darkness, YN felt a momentary lull in the tension that gripped the forest. The weight of his identity settled upon her like a heavy cloak, its implications stretching far beyond the confines of the haunted woods.

In the stillness of the night, Minho regarded her with a knowing smile, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. Yet, amidst the shadows that danced around them, a spark of curiosity ignited within him.

"And what, may I ask, is your name, my dear?" Minho's voice carried a hint of amusement, his words tinged with a sense of intrigue.

YN hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon her. Yet, in the face of the unknown, she summoned her courage and met his gaze with determination.

"My name is YN," she replied, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

As the sound of her name echoed in the darkness, YN felt a sense of empowerment wash over her, a reminder of her own agency amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

In that moment, she knew that she had crossed a threshold from which there was no turning back. YN found herself inexplicably drawn to Minho, like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence. There was something about him that transcended the darkness surrounding him, something that spoke to the depths of her soul.

As she stood in his shadow, YN felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had known him in another life, in another time. His eyes held secrets untold, mysteries waiting to be unraveled, and despite the danger that lurked within their depths, she couldn't tear her gaze away.

With each moment that passed, the fear that once gripped her heart began to wane, replaced by a curious fascination that defied reason. There was an allure to Lee Minho, a darkness tempered by a glimmer of something more, something that called out to her in the depths of the night.

In his presence, YN felt a sense of belonging, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space. And as she stood on the precipice of the unknown, she knew that her fate was intertwined with his, bound by the threads of destiny that wove their way through the tapestry of their lives.

As YN's voice quivered with a mixture of fear and anticipation, she summoned the courage to voice the question that weighed heavily on her mind. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her words echoing in the stillness of the night, tinged with uncertainty.

Minho regarded her with an enigmatic smile, his gaze piercing through the shadows that enveloped them. There was a depth to his eyes, a wellspring of secrets and mysteries waiting to be unveiled.

"My dear YN," he began, his voice a melodic whisper that danced on the edge of the wind, "I am bound by the laws of this realm, as are you. What happens next is a journey that we must embark upon together, guided by the currents of fate."

His words held a cryptic resonance, a promise of truths yet to be revealed. YN felt a shiver run down her spine, the weight of his words settling upon her like a heavy cloak.

"In the heart of these woods, we will confront the shadows that linger within our souls," Minho continued, his voice a solemn declaration of intent. "But fear not, for I will be your guide, your protector, and your companion on this journey through the darkness."

As he spoke, YN's gaze lingered on Minho, a chill ran down her spine as she noticed something unsettling: his elongated canines, gleaming in the moonlight, betrayed his true nature—he was a vampire.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves of fear coursing through her veins. Her heart pounded with a mixture of terror and disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the truth before her.

Finally, YN found her voice, her words trembling with uncertainty. "What... what are you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her eyes never leaving his.

Minho's smile widened, revealing his gleaming fangs in the moonlight. "I am what you fear most, my dear," he replied, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down YN's spine.

Fear and fascination warred within her, each vying for dominance over her trembling form. As Minho's gaze bore into YN's, his voice, smooth and velvety, pierced the silence like a dagger.

"Shall we have dinner?" he asked, his words laced with a subtle invitation that sent a chill down YN's spine.

Minho's question hung in the air, the weight of its implications echoing in the silence that enveloped them. YN's heart raced as she grappled with the surrealness of the moment, the reality of dining with a vampire sinking in like a heavy stone.

The invitation, so innocently posed yet laden with sinister undertones, sent a shiver down YN's spine. Her instincts screamed at her to refuse, to flee from the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With a trembling breath, YN met Lee Minho's gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I suppose so," she replied, her words tinged with uncertainty, her heart pounding in her chest.

And as they ventured deeper into the heart of his cabin, YN knew that the dinner they shared would be more than just a meal—it would be a dance of shadows and light, a journey into the depths of the unknown, where danger and desire intertwined in a delicate balance.

As they reached the dinning room lit in the soft glow of moonlight and a couple candles, Minho gestured towards a rustic wooden table set with an array of fruits and delicacies. "Please, have a seat," he said, his tone inviting yet tinged with an air of mystery.

YN hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a thousand questions and uncertainties. But something about Minho's demeanor reassured her, drawing her closer to the table with a sense of cautious curiosity.

As they sat at the rustic wooden table, YN couldn't shake the sense of surrealness that hung in the air like a thick fog. Minho's presence, though captivating, sent shivers down her spine, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath his charming facade.

Minho poured a glass of deep red wine, his movements graceful and deliberate. "Please, indulge yourself," he said, offering the glass to YN with a small, enigmatic smile.

YN hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the glass, before finally accepting it with a nervous nod of thanks. As she took a sip, the rich, velvety taste flooded her senses, warming her from the inside out.

"So, YN," Minho began, his voice low and melodic, "tell me more about yourself. What secrets do you carry in that beautiful mind of yours?"

YN's heart raced as she searched for words, her thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and fascination. "I... I'm just a girl, really," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Nothing special."

As YN sat there, she couldn't shake the feeling of being nothing more than prey in the presence of a predator. His gaze, though captivating, held an intensity that sent a chill down her spine, a reminder of the darkness that lurked behind his charming facade.

Minho's eyes danced with amusement as he listened to YN's hesitant words, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "Just a girl, you say?" he mused, his voice a soft purr that sent shivers down her spine. "I find that hard to believe."

YN's heart raced as she met his gaze, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. She could feel the weight of his scrutiny, his eyes devouring her with a hunger that sent a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

As they sat and dined in the flickering light of the moon, YN couldn't shake the feeling of being nothing more than a mere mortal in the presence of a creature far beyond her understanding. And as Minho's gaze lingered on her, she knew that she was merely a pawn in a game of shadows and light, a game where the stakes were higher than she could have ever imagined.

Minho got up at some point and walked closer, closing  the distance between them, YN's heart thundered in her chest, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the heat of his body leaning over hers. Trapped between him and the chair, she could feel the weight of his presence pressing in on her, suffocating her with its intensity.

With a gentle touch, Minho reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek skin like a whisper of silk. YN's breath hitched at the contact, her senses ablaze with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Shh, my dear," Minho murmured, his voice a soft caress against her ear. "There's no need to be afraid."

As Minho's breath caressed YN's neck, she couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed through her body. His words, a whispered caress against her skin, sent a thrill of fear and excitement dancing along her spine.

“You smell viciously delicious," Minho murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper that sent a shiver down YN's spine. "Makes me hot."

YN's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find her voice, the intensity of the moment rendering her speechless. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one a tangled web of fear and desire.

"Wh-what do you mean?" YN stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

Minho's eyes gleaming with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through YN's veins. "It means," he murmured, his voice dripping with temptation, "that you are unlike anything I've ever encountered before, you are special."

YN's eyebrows furrowed with confusion, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. "Wait.. what?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

Minho's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes shining with an otherworldly light. "I'm simply showing you the truth, my dear," he replied, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down YN's spine. "The truth of who you really are… mine… my mate”

The air crackled with tension as YN felt the heat of his gaze upon her, his proximity igniting a firestorm of emotions within her. She could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, each syllable laden with a hunger that sent her heart racing.

In that moment, YN's senses were overwhelmed by the heady scent of danger and desire that surrounded her. His words, though filled with a darkness she could scarcely comprehend, held a seductive power that she found herself unable to resist.

As Minho's tongue traced a soft line along YN's neck, a tremor of sensation rippled through her body, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. His touch, though gentle, ignited a firestorm of desire within her, awakening a primal instinct she never knew existed.

YN's breath caught in her throat as Minho's lips kissing a sweet spot near her ear, his kiss sending waves of heat cascading through her. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating allure of the night and the enigmatic figure who held her captive with his touch.

"Your skin," he whispered, his voice a soft caress in the night air, "it sings to me. A melody of temptation and longing."

YN's pulse quickening with each word that fell from his lips. She felt herself drowning in the depths of his gaze, lost in a world where desire and danger danced in a tantalizing embrace.

"In the darkness," he continued, his voice low and melodic, "we are free. Free to explore the depths of our desires, to succumb to the pull of the night."

With a graceful step backward, Minho gently took YN's hand, his touch sending a surge of electricity coursing through her veins. In the dim light of his cabin, his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly allure, drawing her deeper into the shadows.

"Come," he murmured, his voice a soft echo in the night, "there is much to discover.".

With a silent nod, YN followed Minho into the darkness, her heart ablaze with the promise of adventure and discovery. For in the depths through the walls, she would find the truest expression of herself, and the secrets that lay hidden in the depths of her soul.

Minho's touch was gentle yet possessive as he guided her through the labyrinthine corridors, each twist and turn a step deeper into the heart of the unknown.

And as they reached his room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, YN felt a surge of anticipation course through her veins. 

As she felt his grip tighten around her waist, YN's eyes widened, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and desire. The air crackled with tension as she met his gaze, her eyes searching for answers in the depths of his own.

As Minho's hand trailed from her side to her nape, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that this kiss was going to be different, that it was going to be dangerous. And as his lips met hers in a slow burn kiss, she felt his fangs brush against her lower plump lip.

She knew that she should pull away, that she should resist the temptation that Minho offered. But she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

As his tongue slipped into her mouth, she tasted the danger and the passion that he offered. She knew that this was a kiss that could destroy her, that could leave her broken and shattered. 

And as the kiss finally ended, she knew that she was lost. Lost in the passion and the danger that Minho offered, lost in a world where pleasure and pain were one and the same. But she didn't care. She had tasted the forbidden fruit, and she knew that she would never be the same again.

As Minho's hand slid down to her back, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. And as his other hand played with the bare skin on her waist, she felt a warmth spreading through her body that she had never felt before.

As he kissed his way down to her neck, she felt her heart racing with anticipation. As his lips brushed against her neck, she felt a surge of desire wash over her. 

"Are you going to bite me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Lee Minho's eyes held a glimmer of amusement, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Not unless you want me to," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against her skin.

With a trembling breath, YN met Minho's gaze with unwavering resolve, her heart ablaze with the thrill of the unknown. 

As Minho's lips brushed against her skin, YN's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and longing.

"I want to taste you fully," His voice was a soft murmur against her ear, his words sending a shiver down her spine, "before dragging my teeth on your beautiful neck and drinking your blood… marking you as mine"

As Minho slowly undressed her, YN felt a thrill of excitement run through her body. She slowly undressed him in return, she felt a sense of power and control wash over her. She knew that she had him in her grasp too, that she could make him do anything she wanted. 

As YN's naked body glowed under the moonlight, Minho couldn't help but let out an animalistic sound, like a predator who had found its prey. He was consumed with desire for her, and he kissed her with a passion and need that left her breathless.

YN surrendered to Minho completely, knowing that she was his to do with as he pleased. She felt his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and crevice, and she moaned with pleasure as he took her to new heights of ecstasy.

As Minho moved YN's body slowly towards his king-sized bed, she felt a shiver of excitement run through her. She knew that she was completely at his mercy, and she surrendered to him willingly.

He leaned her down onto her back, and as he kissed down her chest, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. He tasted her breasts, making her let out soft moans of pleasure, and she arched her back in response.

Minho's actions were possessive and dominant, and they sent a thrill of excitement through YN's body. She knew that she was completely under his control, and she loved every moment of it.

He whispered in her ear, "You belong to me, and only me. I'll never let anyone else touch you like this."

YN shivered with pleasure at his words, feeling a sense of safety and security in his possessiveness. She knew that he would always protect her, no matter what.

As YN laid on Minho's bed, her body aching with desire, he continued to explore her with his lips and tongue. He moved down her chest, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

YN moaned softly, arching her back and offering herself up to him completely. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so wanted.

Minho continued to kiss and lick his way down her body, stopping only to tease her belly button with his tongue before moving further down.

He leaned in, kissing the inside of her thigh before moving to her center, where he began to explore her with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

YN moaned louder, her body writhing with pleasure as Minho continued to pleasure her in ways she had never imagined possible. And as she reached the heights of ecstasy, she knew that she was his, completely and utterly, forever.

As Minho continued to kiss and lick his way up to YN's body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dominance and ownership over her. 

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and husky. "No one else can ever have you like this. You're my little plaything.”

YN moaned in response, her body trembling with desire as Minho continued to explore her with his lips and tongue. She had never felt so wanted, so desired, so owned.

As Minho locked YN in between his arms, he looked deeply into her eyes and asked her, "Whose are you?"

YN whimpered in response, feeling a sense of pleasure and submission at his possessive words. She looked up at him with desire-filled eyes and replied, "I'm yours, all yours. I belong to you completely."

Minho smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face. He knew that he had complete control over her, and that she would do anything he asked of her.

"Good girl," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine now, and I'm going to make you feel so good."

And with that, he leaned down and captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply and passionately as they lost themselves in a world of pleasure and desire.

As Minho continued to kiss YN deeply, he let his hand travel down between her legs to find it wet. He chuckled as he felt how wet she already was, his fingers tracing up and down on her lower region.

"Already so wet for me?" he whispered in her ear, his voice dripping with desire.

YN whimpered and moaned in response, her body trembling with pleasure as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so wanted.

As YN reached down for Minho's manhood, she couldn't help but gasp at how big and hard it felt in her hand. She stroked it slowly, feeling his body tense up with pleasure as he let out a groan.

YN smirked, feeling a sense of power and control as she continued to pleasure him with her hand. She knew that she was driving him wild with desire, and that he would do anything to make her feel good in return.

As YN lined up Minho's member above her wet folds, she bridged closer to him with her other hand on his back. He took the cue and slammed himself into her without warning or waiting for her to adjust, his lips whispering profanities to her.

"Too big for my new plaything, huh?" he taunted. "Wasn't ready for it, baby girl?" He promised her that his fangs would break into her skin later, making her cry out in fear and pleasure.

Her nails found their way to his back, scratching him as he pounded into her with increasing force. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion, and she knew that she was completely at his mercy.

And as Minho continued to take her to new heights of pleasure and pain, YN surrendered completely to him, knowing that she was his forever, body and soul.

YN felt herself getting closer to orgasm, Minho sensed it and brought his face near her neck, kissing and licking it. Her walls clenched around him, and in the right moment, he bit her neck, his canines deep, drawing out her blood, savoring the taste of her blood and the pleasure that he was giving her.

She let out a deliciously moan alongside a groan of pain, the sensation of the pain and her orgasm taking her higher than the things she used with her friends earlier. 

Minho continued jamming into YN's feminine parts, he slammed harder and harder until he finally came, painting her walls white with his release.

YN cried out in pleasure as she felt him release inside her, her body trembling with the intensity of their passion. She knew that she had given herself completely to Minho, and that he had taken her to new heights of pleasure that she had never even dreamed of before.

“You taste so good, baby girl," he said, lapping his tongue over the fresh bite. YN felt completely under his spell, lost in a world of pleasure and desire where nothing else mattered except for the two of them and the love that they shared.

As they lathere, spent and breathless, YN felt a chill creeping into her bones, sending a shiver down her spine. Panic flickered in her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath, her mind racing with uncertainty.

Minho's arms wrapped around her, a reassuring presence in the darkness. "It will be quickly," he murmured, his voice a steady anchor in the turmoil that surrounded them.

Her heart pounding, YN's eyes widened in disbelief. "Quick what?!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with anger and fear, her breaths coming in short gasps.

"Your transformation," Lee Minho stated firmly, his tone unwavering. "You. Are. Mine. Now."

YN's throat tightened at his words, the weight of their implications settling over her like a suffocating blanket. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry with fear, her mind reeling with the enormity of what lay ahead.

In that moment, YN knew that she stood at the precipice of a journey that would irrevocably alter the course of her destiny. With a trembling nod, she silently acknowledged the truth of his words, bracing herself for the darkness that awaited her on the other side.

to be continued?

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[tosomeonessomeone]

there’s ppl my age getting married and i’m writing fanfiction this is so crazy

[tosomeonessomeone]

Hiii! i have a request 🙋🙋

Could you do something likee, reader and chan at a karaoke bar and he's sing Just the way you are By Bruno Mars and keeps pointing at the reader and stuff?

I'm currently working on it, my dear. Once I complete it, I'll promptly post it. ✨

your smile.

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[tosomeonessomeone]

Hi honey!! I have gotten an idea for you to continue if you like it! i’m so sorry this got long.. i got carried away :3

tw drinking + drug use!

vampire minho x human afab reader

https://open.spotify.com/track/552ixkxUI6snTyEcZUlYRN?si=3hwAKIvPS9u3DxLlHttScA <- OT8 VER of road not taken basically. (lyrics fit the vibe more then the actual song, so you can choose a song if you’d like to fit better!)

MINHOS OUTFIT INSPO!! (this is what inspired me) https://pin.it/UOJYZqSpA

During their October trip, YN and her friends chose to stay at a cabin, due to the fact thatHalloween was around the corner.

Situated amidst an eerie forest, you and the other girls decide to play truth or dare while getting high and drinking. After a few rounds, one of your friends dared you to explore the route marked with a sign that said, "road not taken," making it obvious that you should not go further. Even yet, you found it exhilarating despite being intoxicated. You were warmed up from the drink, not caring enough to put on a jacket. Dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a crop top, you set off along the trail.

After venturing for a little while, you found another cabin, although it appeared to be much older than the one you were staying in. You considered it for a moment before climbing the old, rickety stairs and peering through the oddly open door. You was surprised to see how well-kept it was inside, and after deciding not to push further, you turned to leave.

Leaping out of your skin, you were startled to see a man standing at the foot of the steps. He was about 5'7 or 5'8 with dark hair and a good body, as you observed his attire consisted of a red shirt with two chains connecting at the collar and black trousers with two chains fastened to the waistband, he stole your attention to his face, he asks, "Can I help you?"

His voice was condescending.

"Uhh.." It took you a moment to realise what was going on. "I was dared to travel down the trail...," you stammer a little and grab the door frame to steady yourself. The man looks at your clothes and raises an eyebrow. "So You thought you could explore my house, huh?"

You mumble with a quick shake of her head, "No, just the trail. I apologise, I wasn’t going to enter.”

He stands there staring at you for seconds, before his facial expressions turn stern. He walks towards you slowly, making you shiver and unable to make eye contact. He stops just in front of you and speaks in a low, soft voice, "You do realise that you’re lucky to come across me here. These woods are not a safe place for a young girl like you to be wandering all alone."

you swallow due to your throat becoming dry, feeling yourself becoming increasingly nervous despise the drugs and alcohol within your system. You slowly back away, almost inside his house accidentally, feeling the urge to get away from him and his piercing gaze. But, unfortunately fate isn’t on your side as he steps forward quickly, grabbing your wrist. You stare up at him.

He leans in closer, his breath caressing your neck, his tone becomes more playful as he whispers, "A young girl like you is hardly dressed appropriately for exploring my woods…” He tilts his head, upwards more towards your ear, “You look quite vulnerable as you stand there with your neck exposed. I could easily have my way with you right now.”

“Your woods?” You whispered, repeating him.

"Yes, Dear, my woods. This place belongs to me, and anyone who wanders in is fair game for me to play with.”

His eyes begin to have an eerie, glowing red hue "Would you like to know my name, darling? I shall warn you, however, that once you say it, you will become subservient to my every whim and bound to serve me.”

He steps back, “Are you brave enough to take on the challenge?"

ANNNDDD YOU CAN CONTINUE💗

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I adore it immensely! So captivating! 🔥

I'm in the process of working on it, my apologies for the delay! Work demanding a significant amount of time.

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[tosomeonessomeone]

young love.

words・ 2.5k /pairings・ I.N x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ suggestive

Hello, my beloved ones! I realize I'm quite tardy with Valentine's wishes, but they say better late than never, right? Haha.

Ah, what a perfect setting for a romantic getaway! The weekend in Busan stretched before you and Jongin, a canvas waiting to be painted with moments of love and celebration. With Valentine's Day lingering in the air and Jongin's recent birthday adding an extra layer of joy, the stage was set for a memorable time together.

As you walked hand in hand along the sun-kissed shores of Busan, the waves whispering sweet nothings and the salty breeze carrying the promise of endless adventures, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the precious moments shared with Jongin.

Together, you explored the hidden gems of the city, from quaint cafes tucked away in narrow alleyways to panoramic viewpoints offering breathtaking vistas of the coastline. Each moment was a treasure, each smile a testament to the love that bound you together.

As the weekend unfolded, you found solace in the simple pleasures of life—the warmth of Jongin's hand in yours, the shared laughter that echoed through the streets, the quiet moments of reflection as you watched the sun dip below the horizon.

Jongin's thoughtful gesture of reserving a special hotel room by the beach filled your heart with warmth and anticipation. As you stepped into the room, the air was filled with a sense of magic, the gentle sound of waves serenading you like a lullaby.

The room was adorned with delicate fairy lights, casting a soft glow that danced across the walls. A bouquet of your favorite flowers adorned the bedside table, their fragrance filling the air with a sweet perfume. Through the windows, the sunlight danced on the water, painting shimmering patterns on the sand below.

Jongin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took your hand, leading you to the balcony overlooking the ocean..

"This weekend is all about us," Jongin said, his voice filled with tenderness. "A chance to celebrate our love and create memories that will last a lifetime."

With a smile, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the day and the warmth of Jongin's embrace, you knew that this was where you were meant to be.

Feeling like a teenager in love with Jongin was a sensation that swept over you like a wave of nostalgia and excitement, igniting your heart with a fervor reminiscent of those carefree days of youth.

There were moments when his laughter echoed in your ears like the melody of your favorite song, and the mere sight of him sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Every stolen glance, every whispered word, carried the electricity of newfound love, infusing your days with a sense of wonder and possibility.

Like teenagers, you shared inside jokes and playful banter, finding delight in the smallest of gestures and the simplest of pleasures. Whether it was sharing a cone of ice cream by the beach or stealing kisses under the moonlight, every moment felt like an adventure waiting to unfold.

"Hey, remember that time we got lost in the maze of streets in Busan?" you chuckle, recalling a particularly memorable adventure.

Jongin grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How could I forget? We stumbled upon the most amazing little café tucked away in the corner. Best latte I've ever had."

You laugh, the memory washing over you like a warm embrace. "Yeah, and we spent hours just talking and laughing. It was like time stood still."

In Jongin's presence, you rediscovered the innocence of first love and the magic of shared dreams, each day filled with the promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities. And as you embraced the beauty of being young and in love, you knew that with Jongin by your side, every moment would be a reminder of the timeless allure of youth and the boundless power of love.

As you both treaded along the private beach, the cold air brushing against your faces, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jongin, weaving through topics as diverse as the grains of sand beneath your feet.

"Isn't it funny how life works?" you remarked, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

Jongin chuckled, the sound carrying over the gentle roar of the waves. "Yeah, it's like a rollercoaster ride with unexpected twists and turns at every corner."

You nodded in agreement, the rhythm of the ocean providing a soothing backdrop to your conversation. "But I guess that's what makes it interesting, right? The unpredictability of it all."

Jongin glanced at you, his eyes reflecting the muted colors of the setting sun. "Definitely. Keeps us on our toes, keeps us moving forward."

The waves crashed against the shore, a symphony of nature's symphony, as you continued your leisurely walk along the beach. The tranquility of the moment allowed for deeper introspection and shared contemplation.

"And yet, amidst all the chaos, there are these moments of clarity," Jongin mused, his voice soft yet profound. "Moments when everything just clicks into place, and you realize that this, right here, is where you're supposed to be."

You smiled, the weight of his words settling comfortably in your heart. "Like right now, walking along the beach with you, having these conversations about life and love."

Jongin's gaze softened, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Exactly. It's in these moments that we find meaning, that we find each other."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant shades of orange and pink, you and Jongin lingered on the beach, entranced by the breathtaking beauty of the sunset. The soft hues of twilight cast a warm glow over the sand, illuminating the world around you with a sense of tranquility and peace.

Reluctantly tearing yourselves away from the mesmerizing scene, you made your way back to the hotel room, hand in hand, the memory of the sunset lingering like a sweet melody in your minds.

As you stepped through the door, your breath caught in your throat at the sight that greeted you—a table adorned with flickering candles, casting a soft, romantic light over the room. The scent of delicious food wafted through the air, tantalizing your senses and beckoning you closer.

Jongin's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he pulled out a chair for you, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Surprise," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

You couldn't help but be swept away by the gesture, by the thoughtfulness and love that had gone into planning this intimate dinner. With a grateful smile, you took your seat, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you for this moment, for this love that enveloped you both.

As you savored each bite of the delicious meal, conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jongin, laughter mingling with the gentle strains of music playing softly in the background. It was a moment frozen in time, a snapshot of love and togetherness that you would carry with you always.

As the soft strains of music filled the air, Jongin's hand found yours, his touch gentle yet firm as he pulled you up from your seat. With a playful smile, he swept you into his arms, guiding you into a slow, graceful dance.

The room seemed to fade away as you swayed together, lost in the melody and the warmth of each other's embrace. Jongin's eyes met yours, his gaze filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes, as if the music itself was a reflection of the love that bound you together.

With every step, every movement, you felt a sense of connection deepening between you, as if the world outside ceased to exist and all that mattered was this moment, this dance, this love.

The flickering candles cast shadows on the walls, painting the room in hues of warmth and intimacy. The music wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, its melody a soothing balm to the soul.

As you moved together, guided by the rhythm of the music and the beat of your hearts, you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment—the way Jongin's eyes sparkled in the candlelight, the way his laughter filled the room with joy, the way his touch sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, as you danced together in perfect harmony, you knew that this was what love was all about—finding solace and joy in each other's arms, sharing in the beauty of the present moment, and cherishing the simple pleasures of life.

And as the music faded into the night, you held onto Jongin a little tighter, knowing that no matter where life's journey took you, you would always have this dance, this love, to guide you through.

In that tender moment, as Jongin's eyes shimmered with love and affection, you felt the intensity of a fervor that spoke of passion and devotion.

The world seemed to stand still as his kiss enveloped you, igniting a fire within that burned brighter than the flickering candlelight. It was a kiss filled with longing, with the knowledge that every second was precious, every moment a gift to be cherished.

In his embrace, you felt a sense of completeness, as if every puzzle piece had finally fallen into place. His love washed over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming yet comforting, leaving you breathless and exhilarated all at once.

And as you melted into his embrace, lost in the sweetness of his kiss, you knew with absolute certainty that this love was timeless, unbreakable, a force of nature that would endure through every trial and triumph.

As the passion between you and Jongin ignited like wildfire, the air crackled with electricity, charged with the intensity of your desire. His touch sent shivers racing down your spine, igniting a primal hunger that pulsed through every fiber of your being.

In the heat of the moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, consumed by a fiery passion that blazed like a thousand suns. His hands roamed over your skin, tracing patterns of longing and need, while your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer with an urgency born of love and desire.

With each whispered word, each tender caress, the boundaries between you dissolved, merging your souls in a dance of raw emotion and unbridled ecstasy. The world outside faded into oblivion as you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of his touch, the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

In the dim light of the room, shadows danced against the walls, mirroring the passion that burned within you both. Every kiss was a symphony of longing, every touch a symphony of desire, as you explored the depths of each other's hearts with a hunger that knew no bounds.

And as the flames of passion blazed higher, you found solace in the knowledge that in each other's arms, you had found home—a sanctuary where love reigned supreme and desire knew no limits.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your slumber, the warmth of the morning sun casting a golden glow over the room. The soft sheets enveloped your bare skin, a comforting embrace that spoke of the intimacy shared between you and Jongin.

Feeling his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his warm and bare body, sent a rush of warmth flooding through your veins. His steady heartbeat echoed in the quiet of the morning, a soothing rhythm that lulled you back into the depths of sleep.

As you nestled against him, the world outside faded away, cocooned in the sanctuary of his embrace. In that moment, there were no worries, no fears, no doubts—only the profound connection that bound you together, heart to heart, soul to soul.

With each rise and fall of his chest, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that in his arms, you were safe, cherished, loved beyond measure. And as you drifted back into dreams, you knew that the love you shared with Jongin would always be your guiding light, illuminating the path ahead with its timeless beauty and boundless grace.

As you turned to Jongin, your fingers gently brushed against his face, tracing the contours of his features with a tenderness that mirrored the affection in your heart. With a soft sigh, he stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, still heavy with sleep but filled with love and warmth.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you whispered, your voice a gentle melody that danced through the quiet of the room.

Jongin's lips curled into a drowsy smile as he leaned into your touch, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers with his own. "Morning," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with a warmth that chased away the remnants of sleep.

The morning sunlight bathed the room in a soft, golden glow, casting shadows that danced across the walls like whispers of a shared secret. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you found solace in the simple pleasure of being together, of sharing in the beauty of the morning and the love that bound you as one.

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Jongin brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Like a baby," you replied, your heart swelling with gratitude for the warmth of his embrace, for the love that filled the spaces between you.

As you lay there, basking in the quiet serenity of the morning, you knew that no matter what the day held in store, you would always have this—these precious moments shared between two souls intertwined, bound together by the timeless beauty of love. And as you gazed into Jongin's eyes, you knew that with him by your side, every morning would be a promise of endless possibility, a reminder of the unbreakable bond that held you together, now and forever.

"Happy Valentine's, my love," Jongin whispered, his words carrying a tenderness that melted your heart. His lips met yours in a soft, sweet kiss, a gentle reminder of the love that bound you together.

With his arms wrapped around you, you felt a warmth spread through your entire being, a sense of completeness that only Jongin could evoke. In that moment, as you shared in the sweetness of his kiss, you knew that this day, like every day, would be filled with moments of love and connection.

"Happy Valentine's," you whispered back, your voice filled with love and tenderness as you returned Jongin's affectionate gesture. His kiss filled you with warmth, a gentle reminder of the depth of your connection and the beauty of your love.

Wrapped in his embrace, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that in his arms, you were home. Each touch, each caress, spoke volumes of the bond that held you together, weaving a tapestry of love and devotion that would stand the test of time.

"Thank you for being the light in my life," he said softly, his words a testament to the profound gratitude he felt for your presence, for your unwavering support and companionship.

As you lingered in the embrace of your beloved, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the sweetness of the moment shared between two souls entwined in love. 

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[tosomeonessomeone]

soaked.

words・ 2.5k /pairings・Bang Chan x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ none

As you strolled down the familiar streets of your hometown, memories flooded back from your childhood. The laughter, the adventures, and the bond you shared with Christopher Bahng, the leader of Stray Kids, seemed like a distant yet cherished echo.

Christopher, or Chris as you fondly called him, had always been your partner in crime. From building makeshift forts in the backyard to dreaming about conquering the world with your talents, your friendship knew no bounds.

Years had passed since Chris left your small town to pursue his dreams in South Korea. The world had known him as a rising star, a beacon of talent and charisma leading Stray Kids to fame and success. But to you, he was still the same old Chris, the boy with endless dreams and an infectious smile.

You were lounging on your couch, scrolling through your phone when a message pops up. 

Chris: Hey, you there?

You: Yeah, what's up?

Chris: I'm back in town for a break. Let's catch up over dinner tonight?

You: Definitely! It's been ages since we hung out. Where do you want to go?

Chris: How about that burger joint we used to love?

You: Sounds good! See you there at 7?

Chris: Perfect! Can't wait to see you!

You grin, excited to see Chris after so long. Memories of your mischievous adventures flood back as you head to the burger joint.

As you arrive, Chris is already there, leaning against the wall, looking as cool as ever.

"Hey, stranger!" you exclaim, approaching him.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, you! Long time no see."

You both settle into a booth, exchanging stories and laughing like old times.

"So, how's life as a K-pop star treating you?" you ask, taking a big bite of your burger.

Chris rolls his eyes playfully. "Oh, you know, the usual. Dance practices, fan meetings, and dodging crazy rumors."

You chuckle. "Must be tough being an international heartthrob."

He shrugs. "Eh, someone's gotta do it."

Throughout dinner, you reminisce about your childhood antics, from building forts to pulling pranks on neighbors.

"Remember the time we tried to skateboard down that steep hill and ended up in the bushes?" Chris laughs, shaking his head.

"How could I forget? We were lucky we didn't break any bones," you reply, laughing along.

As the night wears on, you realize how much you've missed Chris's company. Despite his fame, he's still the same goofball you grew up with.

During dinner, in between bites of burgers and sips of soda, Chris leans in and asks about your life.

"So, what have you been up to, besides stalking me on social media?" he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink before replying, "Oh, you know, the usual grind. Work, family stuff, trying not to embarrass myself too much."

Chris nods, genuinely interested. "How's work treating you?"

You shrug. "It's been busy, but I can't complain. Pays the bills, you know."

He nods sympathetically before his expression brightens with curiosity. "And what about your family? How's everyone doing?"

You smile, glad to share. "They're good, thanks for asking. Mom's still the same old mom, doting on everyone. Dad's busy with his projects, and my sister's off on her own adventures."

Chris nods along, listening intently. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he leans in a little closer. "So, any special someone in your life? Or are you still single and ready to mingle?"

You roll your eyes, but there's a hint of laughter in your voice. "Oh, you know me, Chris. Still navigating the treacherous waters of singledom."

He laughs, giving you a knowing look. "Well, if you ever need a wingman, you know who to call."

You both share a laugh, the easy banter flowing between you like it always has.

As the conversation continues over dinner, you can't help but inquire about Chris's fellow Stray Kids members.

"So, how are your kids?" you ask, genuinely interested in catching up on his bandmates.

Chris's eyes light up as he talks about each member, sharing anecdotes and updates about their lives and careers. He laughs as he recounts their latest shenanigans during practice and on tour, painting a vivid picture of the bond they share.

"They're all doing great, still causing chaos wherever they go," he chuckles, a fondness evident in his voice.

Then, with a playful smirk, you decide to turn the tables on him. "So, Chris," you begin, raising an eyebrow playfully, "what's the deal with you? Any lucky lady catching your eye these days, or are you still playing the field?"

Chris chuckles, running a hand through his hair before settling back in his seat. "Ah, the eternal question," he quips, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "As for my relationship status, let's just say I'm enjoying the single life for now."

You nod, understanding his stance. Being in the spotlight can undoubtedly complicate matters when it comes to romance.

"And what about all that flirting with fans?" you prod, unable to resist teasing him a bit. "Are you just a professional heartthrob, or is there more to it than meets the eye?"

Chris laughs, his grin widening. "Ah, you caught me," he admits, his tone light but genuine. "Flirting with fans is all part of the game, you know. It's about connecting with them, making them feel special. But at the end of the day, it's all in good fun."

You nod, appreciating his honesty. Being a K-pop idol comes with its own set of rules and expectations, after all.

As the night wears on, you continue to chat, trading stories and laughter until the restaurant begins to empty out around you. Despite the fame and the distance that separates you, tonight feels like old times, a reminder of the enduring bond you share with Chris, your childhood friend turned international superstar.

You and Chris make your way back home after dinner, laughter echoing through the streets, you can't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. The rain pours down relentlessly, catching you both off guard, but instead of seeking shelter, you find yourselves caught up in the moment, running through the streets like characters in a romance movie.

"This is insane!" you shout over the sound of the rain, unable to contain your laughter as you splash through puddles.

Chris grins, his eyes alight with exhilaration. "I know, right? Who knew we'd end up in the middle of a monsoon?"

You exchange glances, the sheer absurdity of the situation only adding to the sense of adventure. With each step, the rain pelts down harder, soaking you both to the bone, but neither of you cares. In this moment, nothing else matters except the sheer joy of being alive, of feeling the rain on your skin and the thrill of the unexpected.

As you round a corner, a small awning comes into view, offering temporary refuge from the storm. Without hesitation, you both dart beneath it, breathless and exhilarated, the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Wow, that was intense," you gasp, trying to catch your breath as you lean against the wall.

Chris nods, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tell me about it. Remind me to check the weather forecast next time we decide to go out for dinner."

You both burst into laughter, the shared moment bonding you even closer together. And as you stand there, drenched but deliriously happy, you can't help but feel grateful for the simple joys of friendship and spontaneity.

Chris chuckles, his laughter mingling with the sound of raindrops. "Well, you know what they say about spontaneity."

"Yeah, it definitely keeps life interesting," you reply, glancing up at the darkened sky above.

You glance up at Chris, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. His eyes meet yours, sparking with an intensity you've never seen before, and in that moment, everything else fades away.

Feeling emboldened by the electric energy between you, you reach out and take Chris's hand, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. Without a word, you continue running through the empty streets, the raindrops falling around you like a symphony of whispers.

As you round a corner, a small square comes into view, the cobblestones slick with rain. The soft strains of music drift through the air, beckoning you closer. With a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you stop and turn to face Chris.

"Hey, do you want to dance with me?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris's eyes widen in surprise, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. But then, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he nods, his hand tightening around yours.

"Absolutely," he replies, his voice low and husky.

Together, you step onto the rain-soaked cobblestones, the world around you fading into a blur of colors and sounds. In this moment, there is only the two of you, moving in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the rain.

As you stand there, laughing, dancing, and soaked to the bone, you can feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken tension hanging between you like a delicate thread. The air crackles with anticipation, charged with a magnetic energy that draws you closer together with every passing moment.

And then, in a bold and unexpected move, Chris reaches out, his hand finding yours with a gentle urgency. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a fire that burns brighter with each heartbeat.

With a wordless understanding, he draws you closer, his body pressed against yours in a dance as old as time. The rain falls around you, a steady rhythm punctuating the silence as you move together in perfect harmony.

His touch is electric, sending shivers racing down your spine as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. Time seems to stand still as you surrender to the pull of desire, your heart beating in time with his, as you drown in the depths of his gaze.

In that moment, with the rain falling around you and the world spinning madly on, Chris leans in and kisses you. It's not a fleeting touch or a casual gesture – it's a declaration, a moment of raw and unbridled passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

His kiss is electric, sending shockwaves coursing through your body as you surrender to the intensity of the moment. Every brush of his lips against yours sets your heart ablaze, igniting a flame that burns brighter with each passing second.

In that stolen moment beneath the stormy sky, you lose yourself in the intoxicating rush of sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of rain and the feel of his touch. It's a moment suspended in time, a glimpse into a world where passion reigns supreme and love knows no bounds.

As the rain continues to fall around you, you cling to each other, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of emotion. And in that moment, with Chris's lips pressed against yours, you know that you've found something worth holding onto, something worth cherishing for eternity.

You both break from the kiss, a shared breathless moment passing between you as you gaze into each other's eyes. The rain continues to fall, a gentle cadence echoing the pounding of your hearts.

Chris's voice breaks the silence, soft but filled with emotion. "Wow," he breathes, his eyes searching yours as if trying to unravel the depths of your soul.

You smile, feeling a rush of warmth and affection wash over you. "Yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Wow indeed."

There's a tangible energy between you, a connection that defies explanation. It's as if the universe itself has conspired to bring you together in this moment, under the cloak of a stormy sky.

Chris reaches out, his hand finding yours with a tenderness that takes your breath away. "I... I didn't plan for any of this," he admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You squeeze his hand gently, reassuring him with a smile. "Me neither," you confess, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you like a comforting embrace.

For a moment, you simply stand there, lost in each other's gaze, the world fading away around you. In this moment, there are no expectations, no uncertainties – only the shared promise of what could be.

And as you stand there, hand in hand, you know that no matter what the future may hold, you'll face it together, bound by the unbreakable bond of love and possibility.

You can't help but let out a nervous laugh, the tension of the moment giving way to a lightheartedness that feels like a balm to your soul.

You shake your head, still incredulous at the whirlwind of emotions that brought you to this moment. "Who would've thought a rainy night and an life update dinner would lead to... this," you say, gesturing between the two of you with a mixture of disbelief and affection.

Chris smiles, his gaze softening as he looks at you. "Sometimes, life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it," he muses, his tone thoughtful.

You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. "Yeah, I guess it does," you reply, your heart filled with a newfound sense of hope and possibility.

As you stand there, sharing a moment of levity in the midst of the storm, you realize that sometimes, the most beautiful connections are forged in the unlikeliest of circumstances.

Chris breaks the moment with a nervous laugh, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. "Um, so... I guess I should probably.. you know.. say something here, huh?"

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours. "Go on, Chris. Lay it on me."

He takes a deep breath, his expression earnest yet endearingly shy. "Okay, here goes. I... I've always admired you, you know? From the moment we met as kids, you've been this constant presence in my life. And tonight, being here with you, dancing in the rain... it just feels right."

Your heart swells at his words, touched by the sincerity in his confession. "Chris, that's... that's really sweet," you reply, unable to suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. "I have to admit, I've always had a soft spot for you too."

He blinks, surprise evident in his eyes. "Wait, really?"

You nod, feeling a surge of courage wash over you. "Yeah, really. I mean, who else would I want to dance in the rain with?"

Chris's laughter fills the air, a melody of joy and relief. "Well, in that case, I guess we're both pretty lucky, huh?"

You nod, feeling a sense of lightness settle over you. "Yeah, I'd say we are."

And as the rain continues to fall around you, you both stand there, hand in hand, sharing a moment of laughter and connection that you know will stay with you long after the storm has passed.

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a heart laid bare.

words・ 4.5k /pairings・ non Idol Jisung x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ suggestive You - Major in literature Han Jisung - Major in music

Professor Lee announced the upcoming seminar on different poetry genres, and to your surprise, you were paired with Han Jisung for the project. 

"Hello," you said, mustering a smile as you approached Han Jisung after class.

"Hi," he replied, flashing a friendly grin. "Looks like we're partners for the seminar. I'm Han Jisung."

"Nice to meet you, I'm [Your Name]," you replied, feeling a bit nervous but also intrigued by his warm demeanor.

"Confessional poetry, huh? It's quite an interesting topic," Han Jisung remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Yeah, definitely. I think it's fascinating how poets use their own experiences and emotions to create such powerful works," you replied, feeling a sense of connection already.

Despite the looming deadline, the journey felt exhilarating, filled with moments of discovery and shared creativity. And as you exchanged drafts and ideas, you couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead, both in your project and beyond.

In the quiet solitude of the campus library, surrounded by towering shelves of books, Han Jisung's voice echoed softly in the dimly lit aisle. His eyes, illuminated by the gentle glow of the reading lamps, held a spark of excitement as he leaned in closer.

"I never realized how raw and vulnerable confessional poetry could be," Han Jisung confessed, his words hanging in the air like delicate whispers. "It's like peeling back layers of emotion, uncovering truths that resonate deep within."

His voice carried a sense of wonder, as if he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure buried beneath the weight of words. You listened intently, drawn to the passion that infused his every syllable, and nodded in silent agreement.

"Yeah, it's incredible how these poets lay bare their innermost thoughts and feelings," you replied, your own voice hushed with reverence. "It's like they're inviting us into the depths of their souls, sharing their joys and sorrows without reservation."

You knew that this late-night study session was just the beginning of a deeper exploration, one that would lead you both to the very essence of what it means to be human.

As you and Han Jisung embarked on your journey through the world of confessional poetry, you decided to dedicate each week to a different writer, immersing yourselves in their words and emotions. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you gathered in your dorm room, surrounded by the soft glow of lamplight and the scent of old books.

"This week, let's focus on Sylvia Plath," you suggested, reaching for a worn copy of "Ariel" from your bookshelf.

Han Jisung nodded eagerly, settling onto the floor beside you. "Sounds good. Her poetry has always had a way of cutting straight to the heart."

You opened the book to a dog-eared page and began to read aloud, the words tumbling from your lips like a whispered confession. "‘I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me…’"

Han Jisung listened intently, his gaze fixed on the page as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within each line. "Wow," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like she's laying bare her innermost fears for the world to see."

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of Plath's words settle like a heavy cloak around your shoulders. "Her ability to capture the darkness and despair within the human soul is truly remarkable."

As the week progressed, you and Han Jisung found yourselves drawn deeper into the labyrinth of Plath's poetry, reading and re-reading her verses to each other late into the night. With each passing day, you uncovered new layers of meaning and emotion, finding solace in the shared experience of exploring the depths of the human psyche.

"And what about Anne Sexton?" Han Jisung suggested one evening, his eyes alight with curiosity.

You nodded, eager to delve into the haunting verses of Sexton's confessional poetry. Together, you opened the pages of "Live or Die," letting the words wash over you like a tidal wave of emotion.

"'Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing,'" you read, your voice trembling with emotion.

Han Jisung sat in silence, absorbing the weight of Sexton's words. "It's like she's grappling with her own mortality, wrestling with the demons that haunt her every waking moment."

As the days turned into weeks, you and Han Jisung found yourselves drawn together not only by your shared passion for poetry but also by a growing sense of companionship and connection. The long picnics you dedicated to discussing poetry became cherished moments of shared intimacy, where the boundaries between friendship and something more began to blur.

Sitting on the soft grass under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, you unfolded your picnic blanket, the aroma of freshly baked bread mingling with the scent of wildflowers. As you exchanged verses and interpretations, laughter danced on the breeze, weaving a tapestry of shared memories and inside jokes.

"We should do this more often," Han Jisung remarked, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "It's like our own little oasis away from the chaos of the world."

You nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of the sun against your skin and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. In that moment, the world seemed to slow to a halt, and all that mattered was the quiet rhythm of your breaths and the gentle cadence of your laughter.

You found yourselves seeking each other out in moments of solitude and solace. Whether it was strolling through the bustling streets of the city, savoring the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee in quaint cafes, or losing track of time in the hushed corners of the library, you discovered a shared joy in each other's presence.

Even as you juggled the demands of your respective majors, you found solace in the moments spent together, learning and growing side by side. Whether it was discussing the intricacies of English literature or unraveling the mysteries of music theory, each shared experience became an opportunity to deepen your connection and broaden your horizons.

One day as you wandered through the corridors, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in hand, your steps led you to the music hall where Han Jisung was scheduled for piano monitoring. With a warm smile, you settled outside the classroom, the familiar melody of his playing drifting through the closed door.

As the minutes passed, you sipped your coffee, the rich flavor mingling with the anticipation humming in the air. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, you pushed open the door and stepped inside.

There, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light, Han Jisung sat at the piano, his fingers dancing across the keys with effortless grace. The music swirled around the room, filling every corner with its enchanting melody, wrapping you in its embrace.

For a moment, you stood rooted to the spot, captivated by the sight of Han Jisung lost in his world of music. His eyes were closed, his expression serene, as if he were communing with something beyond the reach of words.

As the final notes faded into silence, Han Jisung opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and delight. A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gestured for you to come closer.

"You heard that?" he asked, his voice soft with wonder.

You nodded, the warmth of the moment enveloping you like a soft blanket. "It was beautiful," you replied, your heart swelling with admiration.

He looked into your eyes with a secretive glint in his eyes. "That piece was part of my self-authored poem," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "But it's a secret for now."

Surprised by his revelation, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of curiosity. "A secret poem?" you echoed, leaning in closer, eager to hear more.

Han Jisung nodded, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I've been working on it for some time. I wanted it to be a surprise, something special."

In that moment, a wave of warmth washed over you, touched by Han Jisung's thoughtfulness and creativity. "I can't wait to hear it," you replied, your heart swelling with anticipation.

Han Jisung's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued, "I hope to turn it into a song someday, but I need to find the right melody first. Something that captures the essence of the words."

You nodded in understanding, marveling at his dedication and passion for his craft. "I have no doubt it will be amazing," you assured him, your voice filled with unwavering confidence.

With just one week left until the seminar, you knew that together, you and Han Jisung were ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with nothing but your love for literature and the unshakeable bond that had blossomed between you.

As you huddled together in the cozy confines of your dorm room, surrounded by scattered notebooks and 

half-empty mugs of coffee, the hours melted away in a blur of passionate discussion and shared laughter. 

"We're almost there," you remarked, your voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion but buoyed by a sense of accomplishment. "Just a few more tweaks and we'll be ready for the big day."

Han Jisung nodded in agreement, his eyes alight with determination. "I have a feeling our hard work is going to pay off. This seminar is going to be something special."

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, you finally allowed yourselves a moment of respite, knowing that the journey you had embarked upon together was far from over. 

With Saturday stretching out before you like a blank canvas, filled with endless possibilities, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.

As you and Han Jisung settled onto the soft rug, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, a sense of unease settled over you like a heavy blanket. Despite the late hour and the quiet stillness of the room, your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions, each one more elusive than the last.

"I just can't seem to find the right words," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been trying to write my poem, but it's like the words won't come."

Han Jisung nodded in understanding, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling chaos of your thoughts. "It's okay," he reassured you, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Sometimes, the hardest part is finding the courage to let the words flow."

With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes, willing the floodgates of inspiration to open. But try as you might, the blank page remained stubbornly devoid of any semblance of poetry, a silent testament to your inner struggle.

"I just want it to be perfect," you admitted, the weight of expectation bearing down on your shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear.

Han Jisung reached out, his hand resting gently on yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support. "It doesn't have to be perfect," he said, his voice soft but firm. "It just has to be true."

His words hung in the air like a lifeline, guiding you back to the heart of your creativity and reminding you that the beauty of poetry lies not in its perfection, but in its honesty and vulnerability.

And as you leaned against the bed, surrounded by the soft glow of lamplight and the steady rhythm of Han Jisung's presence, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, united in purpose and bound by the bonds of friendship and shared passion.

As you looked at Han Jisung, lost in the quiet rhythm of his work, a wave of inspiration washed over you, igniting a spark deep within your soul. The dim light cast soft shadows across the room, enveloping the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy and possibility.

In that fleeting moment, as the world outside faded into oblivion, you found yourself drawn to the beauty of the scene unfolding before you—the gentle rustle of papers, the steady cadence of Han Jisung's breathing, the unspoken connection that bound you together.

With a sense of purpose coursing through your veins, you reached for your pen, the ink flowing like a river of creativity as you scribbled down every word that danced across your mind. 

Each line was a testament to the quiet strength of friendship and the power of shared dreams, woven together with threads of love and vulnerability.

As the words spilled onto the page, a sense of clarity washed over you, like a beacon guiding you home. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, you had found your anchor, your sanctuary—the poetry that lay dormant within your soul, waiting to be unleashed.

And as you poured your heart onto the page, each word a testament to the beauty of the human experience, you knew that this moment would forever be etched into the fabric of your memory—a silent tribute to the power of inspiration, and the transformative magic of connection.

“In shadows cast by evening's gentle hue,

In whispered sighs beneath the crescent moon,

A heart laid bare, adorned with shades of blue,

Confession wrapped in verses' soft cocoon.

Beneath the lamplight's tender, flickering glow,

I trace the contours of a secret flame,

A love that blossoms but dare not to show,

Its petals sheltered from the world's acclaim.

In stolen glances, fleeting moments shared,

A melody of longing softly hummed,

In every line, a tender truth declared,

A symphony of whispers left unsung.

With every word, a silent vow I keep,

In ink-stained pages, where my secrets sleep.”

As you looked down at your words, a moment of realization struck you like a bolt from the blue. Lost in the rhythm of your own thoughts, you hadn't even noticed Han Jisung leaning in, his eyes scanning the freshly written lines with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

His gaze lingered on the page, his expression unreadable, as if he were trying to unravel the secrets hidden within the ink-stained verses. And in that moment, a rush of vulnerability washed over you, like a tide pulling you deeper into the depths of your own emotions.

You felt exposed, laid bare beneath the weight of your own words, unsure of how Han Jisung would receive the confessions woven into the fabric of your poetry. Would he understand the hidden layers of meaning, the echoes of longing that reverberated within each line?

"It's beautiful." he said, his voice soft with reverence.

As you turned your head to look at him, a sudden rush of proximity filled the space between you, your face mere inches from his. The air crackled with electricity, charged with the unspoken tension that lingered between you like a veil of anticipation.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, suspended in the delicate balance of possibility and restraint. Your heart thundered in your chest, the rhythm of its beats echoing the unspoken desires that danced beneath the surface.

His breath brushed against your skin, warm and intoxicating, a whispered promise of what could be. And as you met his gaze, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent exchange of longing and uncertainty.

His deep brown eyes, soft and tender, held a universe of emotions as you slowly turned your head away, a silent retreat from the intensity of the moment. But before you could fully escape, his hand found its place on your cheek, gentle and reassuring, drawing you back to him with a magnetic pull that defied reason.

In the hushed intimacy of the space between you, his lips met yours in a tender caress, a silent confession of the longing that had lingered unspoken between you for so long. The world fell away, consumed by the heat of the moment, as the soft brush of his lips ignited a fire within your soul.

In that fleeting instant, the boundaries that had once separated you melted into oblivion, leaving only the raw vulnerability of shared desire and the promise of something deeper, something more profound than words could ever convey.

As you kissed him back, the world around you faded into insignificance, consumed by the electrifying intensity of the moment. His lips, warm and tender against yours, ignited a fire within your soul, a flame fueled by the unspoken desires and shared dreams that had bound you together.

With each fleeting touch, he drew you closer, his embrace a sanctuary against the chaos of the world. And as your lips moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of longing and devotion unfolded between you, a silent testament to the love that had blossomed in the quiet spaces between books and late-night wanderings.

In the tender pauses between kisses, Han Jisung's voice rose like a gentle melody, weaving the words of his poem into the fabric of the night, each verse a testament to the depth of his love.

"In the quiet whispers of the night," he began, his voice soft and reverent, "Beneath the stars' soft, guiding light, A love was born amidst the pages, Of books that filled our shared spaces."

As his lips brushed against yours, he continued, each word a whispered confession of devotion and longing. "In words penned by poets' hands, Our hearts found solace, made their stands, On picnic blankets, under trees, We shared our hopes, our dreams, our pleas."

With each stanza, the weight of his love washed over you like a gentle tide, pulling you deeper into the depths of his affection. "In late-night wanderings, side by side, Through shelves of books, our love did glide, A silent dance of souls entwined, In the labyrinth of the mind."

And as he spoke, you felt the echoes of your shared journey reverberate through every syllable, binding you together in an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of passion and understanding. "With every verse, a promise made, In every stanza, love conveyed, Through sonnets sweet and verses true, Our hearts found shelter, me and you."

In the quiet sanctuary of the night, Han Jisung's words became a sanctuary, a testament to the beauty of your love and the poetry that had blossomed between you. "And so, my love, in poetry's embrace, I found the home for which I chase, In every line, I see your face, A love eternal, bound by grace."

With each breath, with each kiss, the lines of his poem became etched into the very fabric of your being, a reminder of the magic that had brought you together and the promise of a future filled with endless possibility and unwavering devotion.

As Han Jisung finished his heartfelt poem, his eyes met yours with a depth of emotion that echoed the sentiments woven into his verses. Without a word, you felt a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him, your heart beating in sync with the rhythm of his love.

With a graceful movement, you shifted closer, settling into his lap, your legs on each side, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth and affection. He leaned against the side of your bed, his body molded to yours, as you leaned into him, your breath mingling in the space between you.

In the soft glow of the lamplight, time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the tender embrace of his lips, a silent symphony of passion and desire unfolding in the quiet sanctuary of the night. His touch was a gentle caress against your skin, igniting a fire that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.

With each kiss, the boundaries that had once separated you melted away, leaving only the raw vulnerability of two souls bound together in a dance as old as time itself. In that moment, there were no words, no need for explanations or promises—only the silent language of love spoken in the tender brush of lips and the gentle touch of hands.

As the warmth of the moment enveloped you both, you broke the kiss, your heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. With a gentle touch, you cupped Han Jisung's face in your hands, searching his eyes for the truth that lay hidden within their depths.

"I never imagined..." Your voice trailed off, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air. For so long, you had danced around the edges of your feelings, never daring to imagine that Han Jisung could feel the same way.

But now, as you looked into his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own longing, mirrored back in the depths of his gaze. In that moment, the walls that had once separated you crumbled to dust, leaving only the raw vulnerability of two hearts laid bare.

Han Jisung's hand found yours, his touch a silent reassurance of the love that bound you together. "I never imagined either," he admitted, his voice soft with sincerity. "But from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special between us."

As the weight of your confessions lifted from your shoulders, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, unable to contain the joy that blossomed within your heart. With a soft giggle escaping your lips, you couldn't help but hide your face between Han Jisung's shoulder and neck, overcome by a rush of happiness and relief.

His laughter echoed yours, a symphony of shared joy that filled the room with its warmth. In that moment, the world seemed to shrink to the space between you, cocooned in the embrace of each other's laughter and the promise of a future filled with endless possibility.

In that sacred space, you lingered, savoring the sweetness of the moment as if it were the only thing that truly mattered. And as the world outside faded into obscurity, you knew that in each other's embrace, you had found a sanctuary—a haven where the fires of passion burned bright and the echoes of your love reverberated through the silent chambers of your hearts.

And so, you stayed, lost in the magic of the moment, cherishing the precious gift of each other's presence as if it were the rarest treasure in the universe. In the quiet stillness of the night, you found solace in the arms of Han Jisung, your souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself, bound together by the unbreakable bonds of a love that had transcended all barriers to find its way home.

Who could have imagined that on the day of your seminar, you would walk hand in hand with Han Jisung, fingers intertwined in a silent declaration of unity and affection. As you entered the classroom, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, mingling with the nervous energy that crackled beneath the surface.

Together, you stood at the front of the room, your hearts beating in unison as you prepared to give your presentation. With each passing moment, the weight of the day's events bore down upon you, but you drew strength from the depth of Han Jisung's presence by your side.

As you began to speak, your words flowed like a river, carrying the essence of your shared journey into the hearts of your audience. With every slide, every carefully crafted argument, you felt the resonance of your connection woven into the fabric of your presentation, a reflection of the bond and affinity that had blossomed between you.

And as the seminar drew to a close, you looked out at the faces of your classmates, their eyes alight with curiosity and intrigue. In that moment, you realized that this was more than just an academic exercise—it was a celebration of the depth of your connection, a testament to the power of friendship, companionship, and the courage to follow your heart's truest desires.

As you and Han Jisung took your final bow, applause rang out through the room, a chorus of affirmation and support that lifted your spirits higher than you could have ever imagined. And in the midst of it all, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, bound by the unyielding depth of your affection and shared dreams.

As the seminar concluded, your professor stepped forward, his expression one of genuine admiration and appreciation. His voice, filled with warmth and encouragement, resonated through the room, carrying the weight of his words like a beacon of affirmation.

"I must say," he began, his tone infused with genuine admiration, "that was truly an exceptional presentation. The depth of insight, the clarity of thought—it's evident that both of you have poured your hearts and souls into this project."

His words, like a gentle embrace, enveloped you both in a sense of validation and pride. You could feel the sincerity behind his praise, a testament to the impact of your dedication and hard work.

"As educators, we often talk about the importance of passion and commitment," he continued, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm, "and today, you've exemplified those qualities in abundance. Your exploration of confessional poetry was not only insightful but also deeply moving, a testament to the power of literature to touch the human soul."

With each word, you felt a swell of gratitude and pride rise within you, a recognition of the countless hours spent pouring over texts and crafting your arguments with meticulous care.

"I have no doubt that both of you have bright futures ahead," he concluded, his voice filled with conviction. "Today's presentation is a testament to your talent, your dedication, and your unwavering commitment to excellence. Congratulations on a job well done."

As the applause filled the room once more, you exchanged a knowing glance with Han Jisung, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you had embarked upon together. And in that moment, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you would always carry with you the lessons learned and the memories forged in the crucible of shared passion and determination.

As the day ebbed away, the pulsating energy of success gave way to an insatiable hunger, an undeniable craving that drew you and Han Jisung together with an irresistible force. You’ve found yourselves in his dorm room with the euphoria of triumph still coursing through your veins, you found yourselves entangled in a web of desire, each touch igniting a wildfire of passion that threatened to consume you whole.

In the dimly lit embrace of the night, the air crackled with anticipation, charged with the electricity of forbidden longing. With trembling hands and hungry hearts, you shed the layers of restraint, surrendering to the primal urge that pulsed beneath the surface.

His touch was electric, sending sparks dancing along your skin as you traced the contours of his body with a reverence reserved for sacred ground. With each caress, each whispered promise, you delved deeper into the labyrinth of desire, intoxicated by the heady scent of arousal that hung thick in the air.

In the heat of the moment, the boundaries between you blurred and faded, leaving only the raw vulnerability of two souls laid bare in the throes of ecstasy. With every kiss, every sigh, you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of passion, lost in the symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

In the poetry of your touch and the melodies of your moans, you discovered a language that transcended words, a silent communion of bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. And as the night unfurled around you like a velvet tapestry, you reveled in the knowledge that in each other's arms, you had found a home—a sanctuary where the boundaries of pleasure and pain blurred into sweet oblivion, where the mysteries of love and desire awaited exploration with every breathless whisper and trembling sigh.

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words・ 1.8k /pairings・ Seungmin x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ little bit spicy?

Hello my dear, thank you so much for your request!!! I will truly spent a longtime trying to make it spicy and fluff ✨ @queen-in-the-shadows

Hi!! I saw youre open for requests, and this song always makes me think of skz. Its called Fuck Up The Friendship by Leah Kate, and I love it. I see it with any of them, but Im always looking for more Seungmin, Han, and Innie content 👀👀 spicy/fluff if thats okay? 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

As you, Seungmin, and the members of Stray Kids stepped out into the bustling streets of Seoul's vibrant nightlife, anticipation coursed through your veins like electricity. The neon lights illuminated the city, alive with possibility, and the promise of adventure hung in the air like a tangible presence. 

The rhythm of the city pulsed around you as you made your way through the throngs of people, a symphony of sound and movement setting your heart ablaze with excitement. Stray Kids' infectious energy and magnetic personalities added an extra spark to the charged atmosphere, their laughter and banter weaving through the night like a melody. 

The club beckoned like a beacon in the darkness, its neon sign casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the crowded street, fueling the fire of anticipation within. As you entered, the music enveloped you like a warm embrace, the bass reverberating through your bones and setting your soul on fire. Lights flashed and bodies swayed to the rhythm, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

As the vibrant lights of the club enveloped the group, Bang Chan's voice cut through the pulsating music, urging everyone to stick together in the crowded space.

"Hey, guys, let's make sure we stay close," Bang Chan called out above the din, his tone firm yet laced with warmth. "We don't want anyone getting lost in this sea of people."

Nods of agreement rippled through the group as they clustered together, their camaraderie a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos of the dance floor. Stray Kids, united as one, moved with purpose through the crowd, their bond unbreakable in the face of the night's excitement.

"Stay close, okay?" Seungmin's voice was barely a whisper, but in the cacophony of the club, it rang loud and clear in your ears.

You nodded, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you felt the warmth of his presence beside you. In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the club and the laughter of friends, you knew that no matter where the night led, you would always have each other's backs.

Seungmin grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pulled you onto the dance floor, his movements fluid and effortless. With every step, Seungmin remained steadfast at your side, a shine of comfort and reassurance in the midst of the night's chaos.

As the music throbbed and the lights danced around you, you and Seungmin found yourselves drawn closer together on the crowded dance floor. With each beat, the tension between you crackled like electricity, igniting a fire that simmered just beneath the surface.

As you moved and rolled your bodies in sync with the rhythm, the air between you grew charged with anticipation. Soft touches and playful gestures teased at the edges of something more, each movement a silent invitation to explore the depths of your desires.

With every breath, you breathed closer to each other, the heat of the moment enveloping you in its embrace. As your bodies swayed in unison, the line between friendship and something more blurred, teasing at the edges of forbidden territory.

With every touch, every brush of skin against skin, a spark ignited between you, a flame of desire that burned brighter with each passing moment. The heat of the club melted away as you danced closer, drawn together by an irresistible magnetic pull.

Seungmin's hand found the small of your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you pressed closer, the space between you evaporating with each shared breath. In the dim light of the dance floor, his eyes met yours, a silent invitation lingering in the air between you.

The club faded into the background as you and Seungmin spun and twirled, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurring with each passing second. In the electric atmosphere of the dance floor, the fire between you burned bright, igniting a flame that threatened to consume everything in its path.

But in that fleeting moment of intimacy, neither of you dared to cross the threshold into the unknown. The allure of what could be hung in the air like a tantalizing promise, yet the boundaries of friendship held firm, a silent reminder of the complexities that lay between you.

As the night wore on and the music faded into silence, you and Seungmin stood together, breathless and exhilarated, the echo of the dance still lingering in the air around you. In that moment, amidst the pulsating energy of the club, you knew that something had shifted between you—a spark had ignited, and the flames of desire burned hotter than ever before.

Amidst the neon-lit chaos of the club, you danced and drank with abandon, the cares of the world fading into oblivion with each passing moment. The hours melted away in a haze of joy and laughter, the night stretching out before you like an endless tapestry of possibilities.

As the clock struck past 3 A.M., the energy of the club began to wane, and the members of Stray Kids decided it was time to call it a night. Amidst the laughter and lingering echoes of the night's festivities, Seungmin turned to the group with a gentle smile.

"Hey, guys, I think I'm gonna accompany Y/N home," Seungmin announced, his voice soft but determined. "Make sure everyone gets back safely, okay?"

Chan nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "Of course, Seungmin. Take care of Y/N, alright?"

With nods of agreement and murmurs of goodnight, the group dispersed, leaving you and Seungmin standing amidst the fading lights of the club. As the last strains of music faded into the night, a sense of calm settled over the two of you, cocooned in the quiet stillness of the early morning hours.

Seungmin turned to you, his gaze warm and reassuring. "Ready to head home?"

You nodded, a grateful smile playing at the corners of your lips. “Yes!"

His smile widened, genuine and full of warmth. "Let's go then"

As you and Seungmin strolled through the vibrant streets of Seoul, the neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors around you, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you.

"So, what did you think of the club tonight?" Seungmin asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at you.

You chuckled, the memories of the night still fresh in your mind. "It was amazing! I don't think I've danced that much in ages. What about you?"

Seungmin grinned, his laughter echoing through the quiet streets. "Oh, you know me—I'm always up for a good time. But walking through Seoul at night like this? It's something else."

As you walked, the conversation meandered through topics both light and profound, laughter punctuating the quiet moments of reflection. With each word spoken, you felt the bond between you and Seungmin deepen, the connection between you growing stronger with every shared moment.

"I never get tired of nights like this," Seungmin remarked, his voice soft with nostalgia. "It's like the whole city is alive, just waiting to be explored."

You nodded in agreement, the magic of Seoul's nightlife unfolding before you like a wondrous tapestry. "Yeah, there's something special about it, isn't there? It's like every corner holds a story, every street a memory waiting to be made."

As you neared your apartment, the glow of the streetlights casting a soft halo around Seungmin's features, you couldn't help but pause and steal a glance at him. In that moment, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you.

Your heart raced as you wrestled with the swirling emotions churning within you. The urge to voice your feelings tugged at the edges of your consciousness, each word teetering on the brink of revelation.

"Seungmin," you began, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the courage to speak. "There's something I need to tell you."

Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as he watched you with bated breath. The silence between you stretched taut, pregnant with possibility as you searched for the right words to convey the depth of your emotions.

And then, with a trembling voice and a heart heavy with longing, you uttered the words that had been lingering on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be set free.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" you asked, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "Because you're taking me home and it's four in the morning. You got me falling for you and I kinda want to... you know.. fuck up this friendship."

Seungmin's shock was palpable, his eyes widening in disbelief as the weight of your confession settled between you like a heavy fog. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound the hammering of your heart against your chest.

And then, with a steadying breath and a resolve born from the depths of your soul, Seungmin spoke, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

"Can we talk.. inside?" he asked, his voice soft yet tinged with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

The words hit you like a wave, a surge of emotions crashing against the walls of your heart. In that moment, a whirlwind of thoughts and doubts spun through your mind, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

But with a nod, you turned towards the door, the click of the lock echoing in the silence as you stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment enveloping you like a familiar embrace.

As you closed the door behind you, the air crackled with tension, the space between you charged with unspoken desire and the lingering echoes of Seungmin's request.

And then, without warning, Seungmin's lips met yours, your body responded with a hunger that you couldn't contain. You pulled him closer, your hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him. 

As your lips collide in a passionate frenzy, you feel Seungmin's hunger matching yours, his touch igniting a fire within you that burns with insatiable desire.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," Seungmin confesses between heated kisses, his voice thick with longing. "Every day, all I could think about was holding you, kissing you, having you."

His words send waves of electricity coursing through your veins, intensifying the urgency of your embrace. You cling to him, your fingers tracing the contours of his body as if committing every inch to memory.

Seungmin's hands roam over your body with an urgency that mirrors your own, his touch setting your skin ablaze with desire. With each caress, each whispered confession, you surrender yourselves to the intoxicating pull of passion, lost in the depths of your shared longing.

Pressed against the wall, your bodies mold together as one, the world fading into oblivion around you. In that moment, there is only you—two souls intertwined in a dance of desire and devotion.

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