#christopher bang ff

[breakmeoff]

Makin' Sweet Music

featuring: bang chan x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, breeding kink, usage of "daddy" and "babygirl". MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 2.7k synopsis: chan swears he's almost done, but he also said that over an hour ago. you get bored waiting for him on the couch and decide to encourage him to give up working for a little play time. note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was requested by my gorg anon reader 🪩, whose selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Dark Bourbon Sunrise [Bourbon] — Bang Chan [Sours] — Dealer's Choice (Music Studio) [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Breeding) Masterlist

Fully reclined on the plush couch just behind Chan, you burrowed into the oversized hoodie you’d stolen from him and were aimlessly scrolling through your socials.  Eventually, you dramatically sighed, dropped your phone onto your chest and blew raspberries into the void above you.  “Channie… are you almost done?”

With his eyes glued in on the monitor ahead of him, fingers manipulating the various buttons around him while adjusting the sound of a particular mix he was working on, he heard you behind him and just smirked.  Your patience had never been a strong suit, but he loved you despite the shortcoming.

“Babygirl getting a little impatient?,” he mused, not turning around to face you.

“No…” you murmured quietly, trying not to acknowledge that you were being a brat.  But, after a few seconds of silence, you pouted audibly.  “Ok, fine, I’m bored!  The others left hours ago and I know you are a musical genius but you don’t seem to have made any headway since.”

Spinning around in his chair to face you, he dropped his jaw and stared at you in faux aghast.  “This coming from the woman who begged to come up and watch me work tonight!”  Rolling closer to you from his chair, he leaned over you slightly with an impish grin.  “Something about ‘Oh Channie… you’re so sexy when you’re in the studio,’” he said in a mockingly feminine voice.

Sitting up, you reached out to swat at him playfully.  “I do not sound like that!”  

Laughing, he reached forward at both of the long sleeves of his hoodie, your hands hidden somewhere beneath the fabric, and tugged you forward.  Attempting to dig your heels into the ground below so he couldn’t pull you, you shrieked playfully and were no match for him when he was determined.

Once on your feet and standing above him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tipped his head to look up at you, a devilish expression on his face.  “Maybe I just need some better inspiration…”

“Oh?”  You laughed dryly, looking down at him with a smirk.  

Chan nodded his head, his eyes still affixed on your face.  “Uh huh…,” his broad hands sliding from around your waist to rest lightly on your hips before tucking his fingers into the baggy hem of his hoodie, starting to slowly inch it up your body.

“I really don’t think you’re gonna find any inspiration in your hoodie, baby…” you teased, hands gently resting on his shoulders.

“Maybe not in it, but definitely under it…” he replied, pushing the oversized sweatshirt just over your chest, still wearing a tank top beneath it, and his large palms went to both of your breasts, groping them with gentle fingers as he still kept his eyes on your face.

Truth be told, you never really got anything out of him playing with your tits.  It’s not like they hurt, no, but unlike some women they just didn’t do anything for you.  So, you shook your head slowly, that same grin still on your lips as you looked between his hands and his eyes.  “You do realize you get more out of the fun bags than I do, right?”

Groaning playfully, Chan leaned forward to rest his head on your sternum right between the valley of your breasts, hands still clutched onto them.  “I know… and it’s so disappointing.”  He barely leaned back, just enough to look from one breast to the other in close proximity.  “They’re just so big and beautiful and perfect and…” he sighed wistfully, placing a kiss to each one of them respectively.  

“Pathetic…” you laughed at his response, shaking your head teasingly before you placed both hands on his cheeks and tipped his head back again.  “Good thing I like you this way.”

Chan parted his lips like he was going to protest your statement, but you cut him off, leaning down to kiss him softly.  Affectionately taking your time, melting your lips against his full, plush tiers, you leaned your body further into his, his fingers falling back down to your hips.

Soon enough, the tip of your tongue traced his lips, coaxing them apart to explore his mouth further, humming appreciatively against him with your eyes closed.  One of your hands fell from his face and began sliding down his shoulder, over the front of his chest, past his taut abdomen, and landed right on top of his semi-hard erection beneath his black sweatpants.

A low groan rumbled through his chest, lips parting in an exhale at the feeling of your hand now starting to rub over him, his fingertips digging a bit more into your hips.

The tip of your tongue flicked at his lower lip before lightly catching it between your teeth, giving it a gentle tug before you slowly sunk to your knees before him.  “Think I may have figured out a way to cure my boredom…” Chan’s eyes opened, half-lidded, watching you reach for the waistband of his sweats.  “Lift…”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, lifting his hips quickly at your command, and watched you tug down his pants and his boxerbriefs in one fell swoop, leaving them to rest on his thighs but effectively releasing his cock, swelling by the second.  

Nudging his knees apart, you scooted closer between them and bent down to press a soft, chaste kiss to the flushed red tip of his head, already starting to leak for you.  Chris’ eyes stayed on your face, one hand gripping onto the arm rest of the chair and the other moved to brush your hair behind your ears.

Moving down to the base of his dick, you licked a long, flat stripe up the underside of his shaft.  The tip of your tongue first teased the sensitive area just below the head, eliciting a low moan from Chan, before licking your way back to the very top and lapping up his precum, swirling your tongue into this slit of his cock.  

“Babygirl…” he sighed, fingers gripping a little more firmly into your hair as you opened your mouth, lips wrapping around him and then sliding all the way down til your mouth met his pelvis and the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.  Both of your hands laid flat on his bare thighs, supporting yourself as you began a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down his veiny dick in just the way you knew he liked.  

Chan’s thighs tensed under your hands, and he sucked in a breath between his teeth as he watched you masterfully take him into your mouth.  Lifting his hand from the armrest of the chair to meet his other behind your head, he made a makeshift ponytail with his palms and held your head in just the right angle to make his eyes roll back.  “Fuuuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep d-doin’ that…” 

Lifting your head and letting go of his cock with a wet pop, he groaned and you giggled, licking at some of the drool around your lips. “That’s the point, want you to lose control for me Daddy.”  Before he could reply, you dropped your lips back down his cock and hummed, the vibrations of your throat causing him to groan gutterally, hands holding your head in place as he twitched in your mouth.  “Fuckfuckfuck… stand up,” he breathed, coaxing your head back and off of him once again.  

Pulling your mouth off of him again, your lips flushed and red, you stared up at him, his hand still in your hair.  “Get up, get up…” he hurried you, pulling you into a standing position.  

“Now who’s getting impatient?”  You teased, getting back up to your feet.  Barely having time to catch your balance, Chris’ hands reached for your joggers and the waistband of your panties, tugging them both down frantically, letting you rest your weight onto his shoulders as he pulled them completely off of you, shoes and socks still on.  With a light giggle, you watched him rip your clothes off and toss them to the side, “looks like that would be you… not even giving me a chance to take off my damn shoes…”

Chan looked back up to your face, his hands going to the armrest of his chair and flipped them up before he reached forward, grabbing your ass cheeks in both his hands and pulled you up against him.  “C’mere and let me fuck that smartass attitude out of you.”

With a wicked grin of your own, teeth catching your lower lip between them you nodded as you moved to straddle his lap.  “Anything Daddy wants…”  With one hand on his shoulder, bracing yourself, you dropped your other hand to his cock and lined it up with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself down on top of him.

Once he was fully settled inside of you, you both sighed out at the feeling - him being consumed by your soft warmth, and you feeling the delicious stretch that only he could provide.  Chris’ hands moved to the hem of your tank and the hoodie that was still on you, tugging them both off in one swift motion, dropping them onto the growing pile of clothes nearby.

Returning his big, veiny hands back to your ass cheeks, he gripped roughly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he began rocking you against his lap.  “Fuck Channie…” you murmured, eyebrows furrowing and mouth parting with the new sensations the grinding was providing.

“Shit, your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he mumbled, leaning forward enough to crash his lips against yours again.  Tilting your head, you deepened the frantic kiss, a mess of lips, teeth, tongues and heated breath.  “...fucking perfect,” he repeated against your lips, leaning back into the kiss.

You couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth, your feet now falling flat on the ground to give you some leverage to start bouncing up and down on top of him.  Even with the help of his strong hands guiding your movements, the position was providing a challenge.  

Grunting in frustration at not getting as deep as he wanted, Chris gripped your ass cheeks and pushed his muscular thighs into a standing position, you now wrapping your legs around his waist as he turned around and placed you on top of the sound board on his desk.  You winced, one of the buttons digging into your backside uncomfortably.  

Chan, noticing everything, pulled you closer to the edge of the desk and tucked his arms under your legs, providing him now an unobstructed view of your pink pussy and his thick cock sliding in and out of your slick.  “Shit… you look so fucking pretty like this.  Spread open for me, taking me like such a good girl,” he muttered, eyes raking up your body to your face.

Dropping one of your legs, he brought one of his hands to the side of your neck and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip as his hips began snapping against yours.  “God, give it to me…” you whispered, the tip of your tongue going to lick against his thumb.  With a deep growl, he slipped his thumb into your mouth and you instinctively began sucking on it lewdly as he fucked himself deep inside your cunt.

“So fucking good for me…” he mumbled, staring at your lips obsessively, his eyes hooded between the sensual image of you with his finger in your mouth and then back down to where your bodies met.  “Gonna fuckin’ fill this beautiful pussy up… you want that, Babygirl?  Daddy to stuff you full of his cock and his cum?”

“Yesss,” you muffled out, lips parting in a cry, the pace in which he was fucking you exquisite.  As he slowed the roll of his hips, you could feel every inch and vein of his cock against your velvety walls, and then as he slammed himself back in as deep as he could go with a groan, your eyes fluttered shut and you tipped your head back, his wet thumb dragging down the column of your neck.

“Moan for me baby, let me hear how bad you want me to fill you up,” he whispered low, leaning over you as he rocked his hips into you.

“Mmmmnhhh, Daddy… fucking I want it, I want it all,” you cried, unable to do much other than just take every long thrust he was giving you, rocking you into the desk below.  

Dropping his head with the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him, his hips began to falter.  “Gonna fuckin’ paint you full of my cum, stuff you so full of me… gonna give you so fucking much it’ll be dripping out of you for days… fuck, gonna make you ache for days and never let you forget who…” he slammed his hips against you, hard…

“owns”, another deep thrust… “this”, teasingly pulling out… “pussy. he groaned through gritted teeth, slamming back into you again, leaving himself there buried inside you.

“You do…” you cried, the grip of his hand around your throat tightening possessively, a tear pricking at your eyeline.  “You own it, Daddy… all yours…” 

Chan’s hand from your hip snaked between your bodies, quickly finding your clit and began rubbing tight, perfectly tempoed circles on it, causing your legs to start shaking.

“Ohmygod, I’m gonna…” you moaned, your hands trying to find purchase of anything stable on the table below you.

“Cum all over my cock, Babygirl.  Cum all over me and then I’m gonna make a fucking mess of your pretty cunt with my cum, stuff you full of me…” his words were filthy, and moaned against your neck as his fingers worked their magic on your clit.  

With one more harsh thrust of his hips, your body tensed and you gasped, reaching for him in any way you could, trying to hold on to him as your orgasm waved through your body, starting from the top of your head and washed all the way through to the tip of your toes.

Chris dropped his hand from your throat, and pulled his arm protectively around you, not letting you falter as you shook beneath him.  “I’ve got you Babygirl… cum all over me, I won’t let you go…” he cooed, eyes pinched shut as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm and tease your clit.

Finally, your muscles relaxed and you cried out a breath, moving one of your hands to stop his fingers at your clit.  “S’too much… too much Daddy…” 

Chan laughed and finally stopped teasing you, but dug both sets of his fingers bruisingly into your hips.  “Hold on tight Babygirl… Daddy’s turn now,” he grunted out, fucking into you relentlessly as he chased his own release, a thin sheen of sweat covering him with his efforts.  Two or three deep thrusts later, Chan stilled, buried to the hilt inside of you and he moaned sinfully, rolling his hips against you as he emptied every last drop of himself inside your fluttering walls.

A few moments later, both of you attempting to catch your breath, Chan leaned back from you just enough to look down at the creamy ring around his cock - the mixture of both of your releases creating a sticky mess between you.  With a heavy sigh, Chan slowly pulled himself out, mesmerized by the amount of white cum that was coating his dick, and was starting to leak out of you.

“Can’t let any of that.. go to waste…” he mumbled, finally pulling himself out of your warmth before his fingers went to your entrance, pushing his seed back inside you.  

With a wicked smirk, he began smearing any of the remaining cum all around your soaked and twitching pussy.  “I’ll never get tired of seeing you covered in me…”

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You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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[bamnamuu]

things bangchan would do as your boyfriend

w.count 250 | warnings mentions kissing | em’s note it’s been a weird couple days, and the only way to get through them is with boyfriend channie : D oh also not proof read !!!

boyf!Chan who teases you about stealing his hoodies, even though he leaves them out on purpose because he likes seeing you wearing his clothes.

boyf!Chan who always sends you messages and selfies every hour or so just so you don’t forget how much he loves you. (not that you could forget, he's on your mind 24/7 365)

boyf!Chan who learns to cook your favourite food, so that when you get home you do not have to worry about cooking.

boyf!Chan who has a polaroid of you two in the back of his phone so everywhere he goes he has you with him.

boyf!Chan who lets you listen to skz's new songs before the rest of the members because he wants your approval, he admires your thoughts.

boyf!chan who would set up ‘sleepovers’ at your shared apartment every weekend just because he wants to do something special for you. (he would also let you help build a pillow fort)

boyf!Chan who always gives your forehead a little kiss whenever he leaves the room you're in, even if he leaves for a second he’s gonna smooch your head.

boyf!Chan who when sleeping next to each other, drags you closer to him if you roll away because he's missing your warmth, he just likes having you close knowing you're with him makes him sleep better.

boyf!Chan who doesn't know what he's doing, but tries his hardest to be the best boyfriend for you.

[linxux00]

Bf channie who…

Bf channie who holds you late at night when you can’t sleep.

Bf channie who gives you kisses on the head as he tells you everything is gonna be okay

Bf channie who reminds you that he’s not going anywhere

Bf channie who hold you till you fall asleep in his arms

Bf channie who gets up a little bit earlier to make your favorite breakfast n drinks

Bf channie who gently wakes you up with kisses n food

Bf channie who stares at you lovingly as you eat

Bf channie who reminds you how much he loves you <3

[thatblvckboyy]

Found in my drafts, Its kinda of unfinished I need ideas so send them in

Bang chan x male reader smut ff

One with the weird and perverse

Tw:su!c!de

"Not all ghosts haunt some keep you company till you trust the living once more"-Noor shirazie

Left with nothing but his memory everything seemed so difficult how would life be without him.He just disappeared without a trace,all the police investigations hit a dead end.All his socials are all deleted it's like he never even existed. The only thing that gave you any comfort was the voicemails he left you. Was chan really gone for good ? That was the question you asked yourself everyday

It was finally time, you couldn't live in a world without bangchan so you went to work and headed to the roof top and finally jumped.when you closed your eyes you could see him but it was only for a brief moment before everything became completely dark.Chan was the person in your life that actually loved you, your family disowned you cuz they were homophobic and you really didn't have any friends

Then you suddenly found yourself in a cross path on the left was a bright light it didn't really have a physical body just a bright light with flowers blooming it was absolutely euphoric"come with me I'll make sure you're happy and find peace"the light said and when you looked at your right bangchan was standing there in a black suit and nothing but darkness surrounding him"come to me my love"he said. It was now your choice to choose which side you wanted to go to

You slowly made your way towards chan.Being with bangchan was the only way you were going to be happy and find some leave and how could the light possibly provide that to you"you have made your choice I shall leave"the light began to fade away leaving you and chan in the darkness "baby boy it's me you don't have to be scared"

He stretched his arm out for you as you Hesitantly made your way toward him, you really wanted to be with him but you weren't sure if it wasn't the right choice. As you got closer he grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug" you have no idea how much I missed you"it was him it was actually him you could tell by how tightly he would usually hug you.

"Where were you I couldn't find you you just disappeared" you asked

"All that matters is I'm here with you now"he said

[allthefoolishdreams]

skz x marvel -> the Fantastic Four

↳ Bang Chan as Mr. Fantastic

The Fantastic Four has never given up hope before... We're not stopping now. If there's a way out of this, so help me I'll find it.

[imoosgnaj]

( 🪽 ) ... Soomi in Stray Kids GIANT

line distribution

"大体 I'm 知られている巨人 ないないない 合ってるけど deny it" (Seungmin → Soomi)

"Run, run, run before we come, come, come Burn, burn, burn 'cause we're not done, done, done" (Lee Know → Soomi)

Outfits

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura @hyunmikim @xakx @klmllr

[lilmisssona]

⋆˙✮⋆Chan As Your Bf! - Insta Stories⋆˙✮⋆˙

A/N : This is my first peice of work, So I hope you like it. Please comment your thoughts and reblog if you like. Bear with me for any grammatical errors as english is not my first language (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Resuse and Translation Not Allowed 🙅‍♀️🚫

Warnings : None ? Pure Fluffy Chan, down bad

y/n (｡- .•) Enjoy!

⋆˙✮⋆˙ Chan As Your BF! Insta Stories ⋆˙✮⋆˙

(Continued Here!)

[hnjnnie]

STRAY KIDS

Masterlist

CHAPTER 1: CHRIS.

A hand moved over a parchment, the quill’s tip dipped in ink that shimmered with a peculiar, iridescent glow that flowed as if with life of its own, each stroke a whisper of magic. The room was mostly dark, the only glow came from three candles placed one on each side of the parchment and one on the top side. Shadows danced along the walls, shifting  figures with the quill’s delicate movements. The hand wrote with purpose, letters forming with an elegance that suggested centuries of practice, and as words spilled across the page, reality bent around them.

Christopher Bang was not an ordinary man.

The ink twinkled, a soft buzz filled the air. Beneath the quill, the words seemed to sink into the parchment, seeping deeper than the surface and into the unknown. The candles flames flickered, and the shadows went wild, as if they too were being pulled into the story.

He stood by the window of a palace, his silhouette framed by the misty countryside. His dark curls fell over his brows, his thoughtful gaze lost in the gray horizon.

A figure began to take shape, hazy and insubstantial at first. The air thickened, particles of dust suspended in the amber glow while the quill scratched faster, and the ink began to glow, casting a soft blue light over the room.

His strong hands rest on the windowsill, the cool glass beneath his fingertips a reminder of the world beyond. He was a man of duty, of quiet strength. His heart bore the weight of unspoken stories, and his eyes held the gentleness of a soul caught between worlds.

The figure solidified. Boots, polished yet worn, touched the floor. A woolen waistcoat buttoned over a crisp white shirt. His breath came in soft, misted plumes in the cool air. He blinked, his warm brown eyes focused and aware. The hand wrote on, faster now, as if the story itself were spilling out, unstoppable.

Christopher turned away from the window, a sudden unease prickling at his skin. The room behind him was no longer the palace, but something different, something unknown. The walls around him shifted, the ornate decorations melting away. The candlelights gave way to the harsh glow of overhead fluorescents. The worn, wooden floors became the cold, unyielding concrete of a city street.

Christopher drew a breath, and the air tasted different. The sounds were wrong too. Where he expected the muffled sound of a crackling fireplace and the distant steps of horse hooves, there was the constant drone of engines and the hurried rhythm of footsteps. He stumbled back, his boots scuffing against the pavement. His senses were overwhelmed. Blinding neon signs buzzed in strange, electric colors. Faces passed by him, each more unfamiliar than the last. People moved quickly, their eyes downcast, their attention trapped in small glowing rectangles held in their hands.

The ink on the page swirled, and the quill moved with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

Chris found himself adrift, a man pulled from one world and thrust into another. His mind raced, grasping for the edges of his story, but they had gone, leaving him standing in the broken space between fiction and reality. His hands clenched, the rough fabric of his waistcoat a strange comfort in unrecognized surroundings. He knew who he was, or most likely, what he was, the echo of his story still strong in his bones, but the why and how escaped away from him, slippery as smoke. He moved through the strange city, his body driven by instincts written into him by that unknown hand. His path was winding, his feet leading him from crowded streets to quieter alleys as the rain began, soft at first, then heavy and relentless. He pulled his coat tighter, the chill biting through the layers of fabric.

As the hours stretched on, Chris began to adapt. His natural curiosity, a quiet flame kindled by his creator, helped him navigate this new world. He found shelter beneath awnings and roofs, warmth in bustling cafes where he could linger, invisible among the crowd. He learned quickly, his sharp mind absorbing fragments of modern life. He observed. He listened. He became a ghost, a shadow slipping between the cracks of the city’s life. Time moved strangely. Days that turned to weeks and then months blurred together. He found odd jobs, a man laughed about his “Victorian manners” but his quiet charm drew both confusion and favor. He began to understand the devices people carried, the phones and screens that tied them to a different reality. His accent, polished and foreign, added to his mystery, but in a city where everyone was from somewhere else, he blended in.

One night, as rain crashed against the concrete of a dimly lit alley, Chris moved through the mist, his coat damp and heavy. He had intended to get to an old and small apartment he found shelter in, to escape the bite of the storm, but something stopped him. A shape lay crumpled against the stone wall, half-hidden in the shadow of an overfilled dumpster. Chris approached cautiously, his steps soft and measured. As he drew closer, the shape resolved into a man, his body curled inward, his clothes plastered to his skin with mud and rain. Chris knelt, the cold biting on his skin. 

“Hey,” he called gently, his voice barely more than a whisper against the storm. “Are you all right?”

The man stirred, a shiver rippling through him. His dark hair clung to his face, strands tangled. When he looked up, his eyes were a striking amber tint, an unsettling mix of beauty and emptiness. His lips were pale, and shadows curled beneath his eyes, as if sleep had long eluded him. Chris’s breath caught: the man’s back was turned slightly, his torn shirt revealing skin marked by angry red, raw wounds that stretched across his shoulder blades. The wounds were ragged, edges as if something had been torn away. A flood of questions rose in Chris’s mind, but he swallowed them down. 

“Come on,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “We need to get you out of here.”

The man hesitated, his thin fingers digging into the wet concrete as if to anchor himself. Chris reached out, offering his hand, and after a moment, the man took it. His grip was cold and fragile, there was a coiled tension that lay in his broken state. Chris helped him to his feet, slipping an arm around his waist to steady him. The man leaned into him, his breaths shallow and strained. As they moved through the rain, Chris could feel the tremors running through his body, the sharp edges of bone beneath his skin.

He didn’t ask any more questions. The story between them was still unwritten, but Chris had learned enough about the weight of untold tales. He led them through the winding streets, his own purpose crystallizing with every step. Whatever world he had come from, he would not face it alone.

[flippedccc]

Bang Chan drabble

Bang Chan x gn!Reader

genre: college au!, romance, angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of ages and age gaps

wc: 412

author's words: tysm for all the likes for my last fic! Got some ideas in my mind so I thought I should write this down. I probably will write a college au drabble for every member in the future (maybe, just maybe, pls don't have any high hopes on this)

Again, feedbacks are much appreciated!!!

I don't know if every couple has this moment, when they do something intimate, they feel shy after the sweet feeling faints away. Especially for us who went from friends to lovers. Things that we didn't think were really anything before, somehow make us overthink a lot recently.

In the past, when you acted like a spoiled child, Chan would think you were cute, but now when you act like that, in addition to still thinking you were cute as always, he would also laugh like a wolf chan and feel a sense of pride.

"This is my girlfriend! She's cute, right? RIGHT?"

Sometimes he would think about it and feel shy, and hide in a corner with blushed cheeks and red ears and laughing silently.

Maybe it's because his smile or it's from your friend's perspective, but when your friend sent you a screenshot of Chan smiling at you and said that this was Rachel looking at Monica, you were literally laughing your head off.

You showed your phone to Chan and even explained what your friend meant. You started laughing so hard just half way through and fell into his arms. Fortunately, you two had developed enough tacit understanding during nighttime activities, and he understood what you were trying to say from your intermittent words.

But he couldn't really understand why. In your friends' opinion, do you two not look like a couple? Or are your friends hinting that the age difference between you and him is too big, but you didn't get it and instead laughed here heartlessly?

Chan felt sad when he thought of this. He helped you sit up straight, then frowned and asked you with his puppy eyes.

"Baby, do you think I'm old?"

"No, why would you think that?"

You got confused for a moment, not understanding why he was suddenly talking about ages, but you still subconsciously began to comfort him.

But Chan didn't answer you, but pouted and started talking, "It must be that baby acts like a spoiled child too often. I will also act more like that in the future! So I look more compatible with baby."

? Oh... wait... I don't think this is going the right way...

You don't really understand, but it's nice to see Chan acting like a spoiled child. You feel joy rushing through you when you think about being able to tease him with it in the future.

Just wait, Bang Chan! Your days are coming!

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Taglist: @m-325

[aeridigital]

Frio - BangChan

pairing ex!chan x fem!reader

genere angst w happy(? ending

warnings brakeup, unconfirmed infidelity

w.count 0.3k

synopsis after what was a warm love, you feel like Chan freezes your heart and everything around you, only to then find that summer season you longed for so much to arrive.

note okay so... this is my first time writing a drabble so Idk how well or badly I did, but it's worth mentioning that I was inspired by the song 'Frio' by Nicki Nicole to write this. I hope you like it.

It's been 3 months and I still don't understand how you could forget all the promises you made to me. I still can't believe that all the sweet words you said to me were nothing but empty words.

"I would give my life for you."

Why would you tell me that if at the end of the day it was someone else you preferred?

"But what about all the promises you made to me, Christopher? What about all the I love you's you said to me on those winter nights we spent together?"

"I'm sorry... I wish I could have kept all those promises, but I simply can't anymore. I can't continue pretending all my feelings towards you."

I can't help but repeat your words in my head over and over again, being alone with myself in what used to be our room, but now it's just a cold room, like any other.

It's been 5 months since you left, summer never returned, you took the summer with you and left me in eternal winter. My days are all the same, my friends keep telling me it's time for me to forget about you, and partly they're right because it's not fair for me to still be here suffering for what we once were while you're already in another woman's arms, giving her your warmth and making her forget about the cold outside.

"Oh my god, how can it be that even under the blankets I'm still cold?!"

"That's because you're not here cuddled up with me."

I still remember those beautiful moments, and I wonder if you'll say the same to her, will you give her that same smile you gave me when you said those words? I hate the fact that you're no longer near me but still hurting me, I wish I could erase all those memories or at least not cry every time they come to my mind. I hope that day comes soon.

It's been 7 months and today for the first time the memories I had of you were not of your sweet words or your false promises, but I remembered all the times you came home late, the times you said you were with your friends or that you were at work.

"It's 5 in the morning, Christopher, why are you coming home at this hour?"

"Oh please, you know work always keeps me busy."

"Well, at least a message letting me know that you weren't going to make it to the dinner we planned two weeks ago with our families would have been nice."

I still remember that you didn't even say "I'm sorry" that day, you couldn't even apologize to your parents, but now I know that work was just an excuse to no longer be by my side, you just wanted an excuse to spend your time with her and away from me. But now I can say that I would prefer to live in this winter a thousand times over than in the hell I lived with you.

I don't count the months anymore, my life is no longer a routine and I finally managed to leave those four walls that made me feel so suffocated. I went out after a long time and I met your mom, and even though for a moment I thought I was going to hate her and not want to talk to her again, I understood that it's not her fault that you were so bad to me.

Now I can move on with my life and leave you in the past, now I can look at myself in the mirror and smile at seeing myself in it, now I can be alone with myself and think only of me and the summer that awaits me.

[valkyriexo]

Hey there!

I loved Jinnie's you get your period story 🥹it was so heartwarming and made me feel really loved and happy!😊 I was thinking, could you maybe do a version for Chan?

Thank you so much!

You get your period | Bang Chan Vers.

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Reader has their period, Mentions of blood, mentions of staining, embarrasment

ᑉ³Authors Note; A little different than the other one. thank you for your request :)

Part of the You get your period collection Other members parts: 𐙚Bangchan 𐙚Lee Know 𐙚 Hyunjin

As you lie entwined with Chan on the bed, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room, you feel utterly content. His arms envelop you, offering a sense of security and warmth that you find nowhere else. The movie plays on, but your attention is solely on the man beside you, his presence more captivating than any screen could ever be.

The movie, a classic romance, fills the room with the sound of sweet dialogue and sweeping orchestral scores. As the plot thickens, drawing you deeper into its embrace, you find yourselves caught up in the drama unfolding on screen. 

You're wearing his clothes, the scent of him enveloping you like a familiar embrace. It's one of those rare moments where the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in your own little world.

"Excuse me Y/N, but I do believe this popcorn was meant to be shared," he jokes, his voice carrying a hint of feign hurt as he reaches into the nearly empty bowl.

"Yeah? If only you hadn't eaten all of it, we'd still have some," you reply with a playful eye-roll.

Chan chuckles, the sound rich and infectious, his eyes twinkling. "Hey, I was just testing its quality control! Can't let any bad popcorn ruin our movie night," he retorts, his grin widening as he leans back against the headboard.

You can't help but smile in return. "Well, next time, try not to be so thorough with your testing. I might actually get to enjoy some," you tease.

Chan's grin softens into a warm smile. "Alright, alright, fair point. How about this? I'll go get us some more popcorn and maybe a couple of drinks. What do you say?" He said as he rises from the bed and presses a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. 

"Thank you," you murmur softly, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you watch him gather the empty bowl and head towards the kitchen.

Chan's smile lingers, a warmth in his eyes that speaks volumes. "Anytime," he replies softly before disappearing from view.

Left alone, you take a moment to bask in the quiet comfort of the room, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. But as you shift, a sudden realization hits you. Beneath you, the sheets feel damp. Your heart skips a beat as you pull back the covers, dread creeping in as you confirm your fear.

You've stained the bed.

Panic sets in as you frantically inspect the damage, hoping against hope that it's not as bad as it seems. You can't let Chan see this. Not now. Not when everything feels so perfect. With trembling hands, you begin to rip the sheets off the bed.

Your mind races, a million thoughts swirling as you struggle to comprehend what has happened. The embarrassment is suffocating, your cheeks burning with shame 

As you hastily toss the stained sheets into a corner of the room, trying to hide the evidence of your mishap, you hear Chan's voice from the kitchen. "Did you want candy too? I have some sour gummies here."

His footsteps draw closer, and panic surges through you as you realize that if you stained the bed, you've obviously stained your clothes as well. And worse-

They're Chan's Clothes

Tears well up in your eyes as you run into the bathroom, desperately searching for a way to clean yourself up. Your hands shake as you scrub at the stains on your clothes, the water mixing with your tears as you try to salvage the situation.

But no matter how hard you try, the stains remain stubbornly in place.

You lock the bathroom door, the sound of Chan's footsteps drawing closer with each passing second. Your mind races, searching desperately for a way to fix the situation before he discovers the truth.

Suddenly, the bedroom door creaks open, and Chan steps inside, his brows furrowing as he takes in the sight before him. His eyes widen in surprise and concern as he sees the disheveled bed and the discarded sheets in the corner.

"Y/N? Baby?" He says hesitantly. You hear his footsteps move further into the room.

"What happened?" he asks, his voice laced with worry. "Y/N? Where are you?"

His footsteps draw closer, each one echoing in the silence of the room. You can feel the weight of his concern hanging in the air as he knocks lightly on the door. "Y/N, are you in there?" he asks again, his voice soft yet filled with worry.

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the words to explain. "No, Chan, don't come in!" you call out, your voice trembling with embarrassment. "I-I'm fine, just give me a moment."

But Chan's concern only intensifies. "Y/N, what's going on? Are you hurt?"

The panic surges through you, the weight of your embarrassment nearly suffocating. "Please, Chan, just... just wait outside," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be out in a minute."

But Chan refuses to leave, his concern for you outweighing any discomfort he may feel. "Y/N, talk to me," he urges gently, his voice soft yet persistent

"No, it's embarrassing," you had murmured, your voice choked with tears.

"Y/N, please let me in," he implores, his tone filled with genuine concern. "I hate to see you like this.

"I'm gonna go home," you declare suddenly, your voice shaky with emotion. "Don't worry, just leave me alone, and I'll fix everything."

Chan's brow furrows in confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. "Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry if I did."

You shake your head quickly, your voice soft but firm. "No, Chan, it's not anything you did," you reassure him, your heart aching at the thought of him blaming himself for your distress.

"Then what is it?" he asks softly, his voice almost pleading.

"Just go, please," you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur, laced with embarrassment and desperation.

Chan stands there for a moment, his heart aching with concern and confusion. "Y/N, I don't want to leave you like this," he says, his voice breaking slightly. "Please, just let me help."

There's a heavy silence, the weight of your distress palpable in the air. A few minutes pass, the silence stretching between you like an invisible barrier.

He hesitates, the pain of hearing you so distressed evident on his face. "Okay," he says softly, his voice filled with reluctance. "But I'll be right outside if you need me. I'm not going anywhere."

You can hear his footsteps as he moves away, giving you the space you asked for. Your sobs echoing softly in the silence of the room. Tears stream down your cheeks unchecked, the embarrassment and shame weighing heavily on your shoulders.

And then, without a word, Chan approaches the bathroom door once more, his footsteps tentative as he knocks softly once again.

"I left... some clothes by the table.. near the door if you need them," he says gently, his voice filled with a quiet understanding.

You hear him take a deep breath before continuing, his voice soft but steady. "Y/N, I just want you to know that I love you. Nothing could ever change that. You're not alone, okay? I'm right here for you."

"You don't have to come out until you're ready," he continues, his tone gentle and patient. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready to talk or if you need anything else."

As Chan's footsteps fade away, leaving you alone with your thoughts, you feel a wave of emotions wash over you. With trembling hands, you reach for the door and unlock it, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

Slowly, you step out into the room, your eyes falling on the clothes Chan left for you by the table near the door. You clutch the clothes to your chest, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of facing Chan after what happened.

With a deep breath, you gather your resolve and quickly change into the clothes Chan left for you. But as the reality of the situation sinks in, the floodgates of your emotions open, and you begin to cry harder than before.

You know you have to face Chan eventually; you can't hide in the bathroom forever. So, you unlock the bathroom door and step back out into the bedroom.

Chan is seated on the edge of the bed, his gaze soft yet concerned as he looks up at you. There is a fresh set of sheets on the bed.

The tension in the air is palpable, the weight of the unspoken conversation hanging between you.

In an instant, he's by your side, pulling you into his arms with a tenderness that brings a fresh wave of tears. But instead of finding solace in his embrace, you feel a surge of embarrassment so intense it's almost suffocating. Mortification courses through you, rendering you stiff and unresponsive in his arms.

You can't bear to face Chan, to let him see you in such a vulnerable state. The shame of what happened weighs heavily on you, and the thought of him witnessing your distress only adds to your humiliation.

"Y/N," Chan murmurs softly, concern etched in his voice. "Hey... its okay." His voice is a gentle caress against your frayed nerves, but you can't bring yourself to look at him.

"Chan," you whisper, your voice trembling with embarrassment, "I-I can't... I can't face you right now." Your words come out in a choked whisper, barely audible over the sound of your own racing heartbeat. Every fiber of your being aches with humiliation.

"Y/N," Chan says softly, his voice filled with understanding, "it's okay."

You shake your head, unable to meet his gaze. "No, Chan, it's not okay," you whisper, your voice choked with tears.

Chan's arms tighten around you, his grip firm yet gentle. "It's not the end of the world, baby."

"It is to me. This is so embarrassing." The words spill out of you, raw and vulnerable.

In a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating embarrassment, you try to break free from Chan's embrace, your heart pounding with the overwhelming need to erase the evidence of your humiliation.

Your movements are frantic, fueled by the desperate urge to hide, to fix things, to make it all go away.

With tears still streaming down your cheeks, you push against his arms, your mind consumed by the urgency to flee.

Your hands press against his chest, your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

But Chan holds you firmly, refusing to let you go. "Y/N, please," he pleads softly, his voice filled with concern. "Don't run away. Let me help you."

All you wanted was to break free. To grab the stained sheets and make a beeline for the laundry room.

"Y/N, look at me," he commands softly, his tone soothing yet authoritative.

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, your vision blurred by tears. Chan's face is inches from yours, his expression one of love and concern. His eyes, filled with empathy and understanding, lock onto yours.

"It's okay," he repeats softly, his thumbs continuing to brush away your tears. "You're okay. We're okay."

You begin to calm, your breathing slowing as his words and touch soothe your frayed nerves. Your hands, which had been pushing against his chest, slowly relax, resting against him instead. The urgency to flee starts to ebb, replaced by the comfort of his presence.

"I'm sorry," you manage to choke out, your voice trembling with embarrassment. "I just feel so.. gross right now."

Chan's expression softens, his eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. "Y/N," he begins, his voice gentle yet resolute, "nothing about you could ever gross me out. Accidents happen, but they don't change how I feel about you."

"I love you," he continues, his voice a soft declaration of devotion. "Every part of you, even the parts you consider imperfect. Especially those parts."

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth. "I already threw the sheets in the wash," he says gently, "and I'd like to take care of the clothes, too. Just let me help you, okay?"

Chan leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if imprinting his love onto your very soul.

Your heart swells with gratitude, and you nod slowly. "Okay," you whisper, feeling a bit more at ease.

"Now, let me take care of those clothes and let's get you settled back in bed, okay?"

He helps you lie back down, tucking the clean sheets around you with gentle hands. Chan gathers the stained clothes and heads out of the room. You hear the washing machine start up, and after a few moments, he returns. Once you're comfortable, he climbs in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "I've got everything taken care of," he murmurs soothingly. "You just relax and rest."

You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

With the clean sheets enveloping you and Chan's comforting presence beside you, the tension of the earlier mishap begins to fade away.

Chan reaches for the remote and starts the movie again, the soft glow of the screen casting a warm ambiance in the room.

"Open your nightstand door," Chan says suddenly, his voice a mixture of excitement and care.

You look at him, puzzled and startled. "Why?" you ask.

"Open it," he replies with a gentle smile.

Curious, you reach over and open the nightstand cabinet door. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in the contents. Inside, neatly organized, are all the things you use and love: your preferred pads, medications, a heating pad, wipes, and even your favorite snacks. You can't help but feel overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it all.

You stare at the items, not believing your eyes. "Chan... what is all this?" you ask, your voice trembling with emotion.

He smiles tenderly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed, especially during times like this," he explains softly. "I care about you deeply, and I want to make things as easy and comfortable for you as possible."

Your heart swells with gratitude, touched by his thoughtfulness. You can't help but marvel at how he always seems to know exactly what you need, even before you do.

But what catches your attention most are the unopened letters and notes, each one bearing Chan's familiar handwriting, neatly stacked and waiting to be discovered. You reach for them, fingers trembling with anticipation.

"What are these?" you inquire, a curious smile playing on your lips.

Chan's smile widens as he watches you tentatively. "Those are for you," he replies softly. "Letters and notes filled with my thoughts, feelings, and all the reasons why I love you."

You look at him in disbelief before you slowly pick up one of the letters, fingers trembling as you hold it delicately in your hands.

"I wrote them for you to read whenever I'm away.... I know i tend to be busy but... I want you to know that even when I'm not physically here, you're always on my mind, and my love for you never changes."

You look up at Chan, your vision blurred by tears once again but your heart overflowing with love. Without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His arms envelop you in return, holding you close as you bask in the comfort of his love.

You take a deep breath, feeling the overwhelming sense of love and support from him. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity.

"You'll never have to find out," he replies softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Chan holds you close, his own voice filled with emotion. "I love you so much," he murmurs softly.

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"You hate shopping, but..."

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

W/c: 2225

Synopsis: Your best friends (Hyunjin and Felix) force you to go shopping, but you don't know that it's all planned for you to meet their friend.

HI! It's my first ff that I write completely in English, I hope you like it and if there are errors please let me know!! :"

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You hate shopping... You've always hated it. But your best friends dragged you into this "tragedy" because you lost a stupid bet.

So here you are, waiting for Hyunjin and Felix to come out of the dressing room.

You've spent 30 minutes waiting for them to get ready, and when they come out of the two separate small rooms you tell them they look fabulous, not paying attention to how they're dressed because you're getting bored.

The two of them stare at you for a few seconds and then they look at each other, and you, oblivious to what they are mentally saying to each other with that look, give them a bored look. Your friends, after giving you another look, look at each other again and nod without speaking to each other.

Hyunjin and Felix grab your arms and lift you up by the weight, at first you are confused by their actions, then you see that they are heading toward a dark clothing store, and you understand everything. You try to break free from their firm grip, threatening them to put you down. But they do not listen to you and continue their walk toward the store laughing.

When you enter the store a boy a little taller than you, with dark hair and chocolate brown almond eyes, turns to you and greets you: <<Hello and welcome to S Class, how can I help you?>> and smiles. Between you and you think he has a beautiful smile; he is cute after all. When the boy's gaze falls on you, your eyes meet for a split second before you lower it in embarrassment. You feel his gaze on you even as Felix speaks: <<We could use some dark clothes for our friend, Channie hyung!>>

You turn your head sharply toward the blond man. <<Do you...know him?>>

Hyunjin replies in place of the other <<Of course! He works with us for JYP>>

Oh. You didn't know your friends worked with such a handsome guy.

The raven smiles again (how beautiful his smile was....) and nods <<What do you like to wear?>> he says as he looks at you again.

<<Oh uhm...oversize things mainly, but not always yes here...preferably dark>> you reply feeling yourself on fire. You mentally insult your friends for taking you to a store with such a cute clerk. The boy nods and after a moment tells you to follow him.

Before you follow him Hyunjin whispers in your ear <<you know you're as red as a tomato y/n?>> you simply shut up and punch him lightly on the shoulder, and he, like a good drama queen makes a dramatic face and tells you that you hurt him, and you simply laugh.

You follow the raven, go through various sections of colourful clothing, genre that is not for you, eventually you come to a small section where there are garments that have all the dark shades you like.

The clerk teams you from head to toe, and you don't take your eyes off his dark chocolate eyes, you want to stay and look at him more, but you know you can't, because he turns and picks up a pair of ripped, baggy black jeans, smiles, and then tells you you should try them on. You look down, pick them up and head for the fitting room, your friends and the boy arrive a few minutes later with more short-sleeved T-shirts and oversized sweatshirts in dark shades, pick out the ones you like and enter the fitting room.

You come out of the dressing room, wearing the jeans he gave you, paired with a white shirt and over it a black T-shirt with AC/DC written in red and large in the centre. You see Hyunjin and Felix still talking to the boy.

<<So, we forgot to introduce you. y/n he is Chan hyung and Chan hyung well she is y/n>>

<<Ehm... nice to meet you Chan-ssi>> you bow feeling a little uncomfortable.

<<My pleasure y/n>> he replies to you.

<<O my god y/n! How good you look dressed like that!>> exclaims Felix, realizing that you felt uncomfortable.

<<Oh, thanks Lixie, I'd like it better with this oversized sweatshirt, though>> you reply, mentally thanking her. You show the sweatshirt you had decided on earlier, it was beige with a black rose at heart level, as soon as you had seen it you liked it immediately.

<<Oh, that's right you look very good dressed like that y/n>> Chan says blushing slightly.

You simply blush at the compliment and say nothing.

You try on other garments and finally choose the first outfit you had tried on that afternoon. You spent the last few hours chatting with Chan, because Hyunjin and Felix had decided to try on outfit after outfit, unfortunately for you, from the colourful sections. You knew they had done it on purpose, in fact they were your friends and knew you better than anyone else.

At first you do not know what to talk about, you are very embarrassed, and you realize that he is too since every time you look at each other you blush. So, you stay silent, and you listen to the songs playing on the radio in the store and without realizing it you start humming Growl by EXO and he looks at you <<Do you like EXO?>> and you start talking about their songs and your bias.

And from EXO you move on to talk about other groups, other singers, and music in general.

At the end of the day, he asks for your number, and you show him your cell phone so he could save your number. He sends you a funny sticker and you, as soon as you hear the notification that a message has arrived, open the chat, and laugh and shake your head. You pay for the clothes you bought and say goodbye.

Before you, Hyunjin and Felix leave the store, Chan calls you back and asks you to meet the next day at 10 a.m. at the mall.

You come home and throw yourself on the bed smiling, don't even bother to change, take off your favourite blue sneakers and fall asleep, there with a smile on your face and your clothes still on.

Months pass and you and Chan, who you found out is named Christopher Chan Bang, spend your days texting and hanging out together, sometimes with the addition of Hyunjin and Felix, sometimes with his friends who you found out were also friends with Hyunjin and Felix, and sometimes alone. One day he asks you to go out for breakfast together and spend the day walking, and you gladly accept. You write to your friends that the next day you would go out for breakfast and spend the day together. You don't sleep at night because of excitement and spend it on video call with Felix.

The next day at 8 a.m. you get out of bed, with a smile coming to your ears and feeling anxious about "the date," if you can call it that, you take a shower, get dressed in flared jeans, an oversized black sweatshirt with a print and the usual sneakers, put on your makeup quickly to cover your dark circles and make yourself presentable, and go to the bar you decided on. You arrive ten minutes early, so you check your cell phone while you wait for him and continue listening to music, sitting on a bench nearby.

Shortly after you feel someone touch your shoulder from behind, you jump in the air and turn around, to your great good fortune it's Chan <<sorry if I startled you>> he says in embarrassment and with that smile of his that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

You laugh and shake your head and tell him it's okay, his smile stays as he looks at you and asks if you want to go into the bar and you nod smiling back.

You enter the cafe and sit down at a table; a waiter reaches your table and asks what you want.

<<For me a coffee and a pistachio croissant>> he says, you instead order your usual cappuccino and chocolate croissant.

<<Coming right up guys>> said the waiter smiling.

<<Hey y/n tell me a little about yourself, passions, hobbies>> asked the boy to interrupt the moment of silence that had arisen from embarrassment.

<<Oh, uhm... I don't have many hobbies, but I love to read and, as you know, listen to music, do you?>> asks.

<<I write stories and take pictures>> he replies blushing.

<<Can I read something written by you?>> you ask with your eyes probably shining with curiosity and he replies that he'll see, laughing right back at your false pout.

Shortly afterwards your order comes to you, and you continue talking for a while. When you finish eating, pay for everything, and leave the café, you ask if he would like to go to the park for a while and he nods, smiling at you, so you set off lost the playground near the town square. When you arrived, he takes a camera out of his backpack and starts taking pictures of your surroundings and you look at him smiling <<you look like a child who has just been given the game he wanted>> you say laughing slightly.

At some point, however, you too end up in the lens and blushing you complain <<Channie please I can't stand someone taking pictures of me!>>.

He doesn't listen to you and takes the picture, and you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment, until Chris tells you to take them off and you glare at him, claiming that you are neither beautiful nor photogenic.

<<Y/n you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen come into my store>>

You blush and reply that he is more beautiful than you, at that sentence he begins to stare at you softly, you smile and look at him your turn, he comes up to you and arranges a lock of hair behind your ear.

<<You know that you have a beautiful smile? Every time I see you smile, I see the streets of Tokyo with its cherry blossom trees>> he says before his lips rest on yours in a gentle kiss that triggers a whole zoo in your stomach and makes you blush, it was a tender kiss. His lips tasted like coffee and pistachio and for a moment you think you might become addicted to it. When you part you, both look at each other and blush, but you notice that he has a slightly startled look on his face at what he had done, and you, to let him know you liked it, kiss him again, putting your arms behind his neck, and he puts his on your hips.

It's a beautiful, unforgettable moment, once you separate from the kiss, he tells you <<Y/n...I know it's early to say this, but I love you so much...>> you look at him and smile, you smile like an idiot and you know that because you feel you are smiling so much your face hurts.

<<I love you too Christopher>> you whisper so softly that Chan is not sure he heard you right and asks you to repeat and you laugh. You laugh and you are happy to have a kind and caring boy like Chan. You're glad you met him, you're glad because if it weren't for your friends, you would never have met him.

You spend the rest of the day holding hands, staying hugged sitting under a tree, and kissing each other from time to time in between. And toward evening he walks your home, holds your hand to the door and smiles at you, kisses you before letting you go, and you want to tell him he can stay, but you know it's too it's too soon to do that. That time will also come though, maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.

You walk into the house with that silly smile that has never left your face during the day, take off your shoes and put them in place, go into the bathroom and put on your pyjamas. You smile. You get on the bed and text Chan asking him if he has arrived home safely; soon after that you text in the group chat with Hyunjin and Felix and tell them everything. As soon as you send the message Felix starts a video call and you accept it.

<<I can't believe it Y/n!>> your friends say at the same time.

<<Me neither! I'm not sure if it's a dream or reality!>> you smile radiantly. You tell them straight about the day and then ask how and what they did during the day. You talk some more with your friends and then decide to call it quits and go about your business. You close the call and see that Chan has answered that he has returned home safely, and you answer him.

You are so happy that if you could go back to the past, you wouldn't change a comma. "I love you" you text him and then you turn off the phone and get under the covers and close your eyes falling into a deep sleep.

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Destined (Meant to be) (pt2) (1)(2)(3)(4)

idol!Chan x fem!reader

[edited]

Des: Ever since you were little you guys were friends. Why? Because our parents were also friends. So, you can imagine the happiness and shock when your parents and his parents found out we were both due on the same. Day. And for 26 years of your life all you heard was "You guys were destined, meant to be."

A/N: I did change the writing style. :]

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Y/n's POV

I opened my door and plopped down onto my bed, closing my eyes. "That was embarrassing…" I mumbled to myself in my dimly lit room, illuminated by a single small lamp on my desk.

I closed my eyes and started to think about what happened at dinner…

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10 minutes earlier

Everyone was laughing and eating… all except me. I had hoped to see Chris again, but… it's just embarrassing.

He left to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol, and I'm still here at home—the same home for the longest time.

I wanted to be a vet and help animals, but when Chan left, everything went downhill. At college, I was kicked out because someone took my position. Like, what!?

And when I applied for another college, I didn't have any money for tuition, so I dropped out. I'm 26 years old… and I still live with my parents.

I glanced over at Chan as he casually chatted with my parents.

"Chris, I'm—we're proud of you," my mom exclaimed. The scoff was supposed to be in my head, but I guess I let it out into the air.

All the clinking of utensils stopped, the chatter died down, and all their attention was now on me…

"Y/n, would you like to say something?" My mom's voice was stern.

"No…" I took one last bite of my food before standing up. "I'm done with dinner."

As I walked away, I heard my dad's voice mumbling something.

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Chan's POV

"I'm sorry about her; she's just really happy to see you," Y/n's dad tried to reason, offering a small smile. I glanced at her mom, noticing the frustration etched on her face.

"So, is she a veterinarian yet?" I asked, attempting to lighten the mood. Her parents exchanged a look, then turned back to me, their silence speaking volumes.

"She tried many times. Her first college accepted her, but her spot was taken… and the other college? She couldn't afford the tuition, so she dropped out. We offered her money, but she refused to take any from us… and well, you see where she is now," her mom said, her voice trailing off as she looked down at her plate, covering her face with her hands. "I feel like it's all my fault. As a mother, I should've encouraged her to pursue her dreams, to accept the help…" Tears began to stream down her face, and Y/n's dad wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and murmuring, "You did everything you could."

"Oh…" I exhaled, turning my gaze to the stairs. "May I be excused?"

Y/n's dad nodded, and I stood up, walking towards the stairs, the house's layout etched in my memory from countless sleepovers and parties. Her room should be at the end of this hall…

I raised my hand and knocked softly on the door. "Y/n, it's me." The doorknob resisted, half-turned—was it locked?

"Can you unlock the door?"

Shuffling sounds came from inside, followed by a click. I smiled and pushed the door open. Her room was almost as I remembered it, other than the Stray Kids merchandise scattered about. She was curled up in a ball, her back to me.

"Y/n, are you okay?" I asked gently, trying not to sound threatening. She hummed in response, and I rolled my eyes playfully before sitting down on her bed. "Come on, we're not five anymore… you know how to use words."

"I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice muffled. I leaned over her coiled form to see her clutching a WolfChan plush. Smiling, I leaned down and hugged her. She tensed at first but gradually relaxed.

"What's wrong, hm?" I whispered into her neck, her familiar scent enveloping me, her sweet perfume enhancing the tenderness of the moment.

"My parents probably already told you," she spoke softly, sighing.

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you…"

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Stray Gods - Chapter 43

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount:

Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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An annoying buzzing sound woke you up. You opened your eyes and were greeted by soft lips and closed eyes with long lashes. Minho was still asleep. You smiled at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully. Then that annoying sound interrupted your perfect little moment again. You sat up. You were surprised to see you were in your own bedroom. Normally, you were the one sleeping over in their rooms, but apparently Minho had brought you back to your own room. Something brushed against your fingers and you looked down. Minho was holding your hand. You felt your heart warm, but once again your moment was interrupted by that horrible buzzing sound. You looked around. On your nightstand lay your phone, Adam’s name appearing on the screen. You quickly withdrew your hand from Minho’s hold, picked up the phone, and tiptoed out of the room as fast as you could.

‘Hi Adam,’ you said softly, quickly tiptoeing downstairs to the living room, not wanting to disturb any of the others this early in the morning.

‘Oh, good, you finally picked up,’ Adam’s voice sounded relieved.

‘Sorry dude, I was still asleep,’ you said rubbing your eyes as you entered the dark and empty living room.

‘What?’ a vague, familiar voice spoke on the other side of the line in the background. Adam made a shushing sound and you frowned, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

‘You kinda disappeared on us last night, y/n,’ Adam said, in a lecturing, brother-like tone. It was clear he had been worried.

‘Right,’ you said, feeling yourself blush and racking your brain for excuses.

‘Mr. Lee- your housemate- he went looking for you,’ Adam began, not leaving you any room to explain yet. ‘Sera says she saw the two of you leaving but I-’

‘Oh, yeah, right,’ you said quickly. ‘I wasn’t feeling too well. I guess I drank too much,’ you lied.

‘Drank too much?’ Adam repeated.

‘Yeah, and besides, I saw how much fun you and Sera were having, so I didn’t want to interfere you know? Me being your wingwoman and all,’ you said quickly, hoping the change of topic would throw him off.

You heard a familiar giggle in the background. Adam shushed again.

‘Is someone there with you?’ you asked curiously.

‘What? No- I-,’ he sounded, but his sentence was cut off by someone.

‘Gimme that,’ a familiar female voice spoke. ‘Hi y/n,’ it’s Sera,’ Sera's voice sounded through the phone. You looked up in surprise.

‘Sorry love, we just wanted to make sure you’re alright,’ she said quickly and giggly. ‘We won’t bother you anymore, see you on Monday!’ you heard a scratch and a thud as Adam’s voice protested in the background.

‘Sera, no I-,’ he spoke, but his voice got muffled and you heard another giggle before the dial tone sounded. Surprised, you stared at your phone for a bit and started to laugh.

So, Sera was still with him, even though it was the next morning after the party. Clearly you hadn’t been the only one who had had an interesting night.

A wooshing sound startled you and you jumped in surprise, wheeling around to locate its source. A dark figure appeared in the corner of the kitchen and for a moment, your heart seemed to stop.

‘Y/n?’ a low, groggy voice sounded.

‘Channie?’ you said surprised, recognizing his voice instantly.

‘Yeah,’ he said, stepping into the early rays of sunshine that were coming through the windows. ‘What are you doing up so early?’ he asked, looking at you worriedly. He looked very tired and somewhat disheveled, still wearing the same clothes he left in a few days ago.

‘God, Channie you scared me half to death there,’ you sighed, ignoring his question, but feeling so relieved to see him again. You didn’t wait for his response and ran over, immediately hugging him.

‘Ha-ha very funny,’ he spoke almost bitterly, his voice slightly cracking as he wrapped his arms around you. Home. You felt at home with him.

‘Where have you been?’ you whispered, not letting go of him.

‘You know,’ he hummed vaguely, ‘work.’ This time, you pulled back slightly to face him. His expression was tired, even though he smiled at you. The usual sparkling stars in his eyes were dimmed, as if a mist had settled over them.

‘For so long?’ you couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t the first time he disappeared for a few days. In the past, the guys had always made you believe he was attending an “unexpected convention” or had to “fly out” for work. They had never really shown any concern about it, and so neither had you, even though he never looked too great upon his return. But nowadays, you knew better. A muscle in his jaw pulled and his brows creased slightly.

‘There… was a flood… I…’ he said slowly, his expression almost pained, before he suddenly looked away. ‘Can we not talk about this?’ he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

‘Sorry,’ you said quickly, embracing him again and putting your ear against his chest as your hands slowly caressed his back. ‘I’m just really happy you’re back again,’ you whispered.

‘Me too babygirl,’ he replied, hugging you back tightly.

You let him hold you for a while. It felt so good to have his arms around you once more.

‘Did you eat yet?’ you asked in a small voice as you listened to his heartbeat. He grunted a soft no, and you let go of him again.

‘How about I make you something?’ you proposed eagerly. Chan raised his eyebrows at you and smiled.

‘Don’t you wanna go back to bed?’ he asked, looking at the early golden rays creeping over the balcony outside. You quickly shook your head. He opened his mouth again, probably to protest, but you quickly interrupted him.

‘Let me make you breakfast,’ you stubbornly offered once more. Chan chuckled softly, his hand taking your chin as he softly kissed your forehead.

‘Well then, I won’t say no to some good food,’ he said, giving in to your stubbornness.

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‘So, how was the party?’ Chan asked as you handed him a plate of pancakes with cream.

‘Erm, yeah, fun I guess?’ you said vaguely.

‘You guess?’ he chuckled before taking a bite. You could feel yourself blush.

‘We-I went home early,’ you said evasivly.

‘I know you did,’ Chan chuckled softly, his mouth half full. You looked at him with big eyes as he ate. ‘How do you-,’ you began, blushing even more. He grimmaced at you. ‘Let’s just say it’s hard not to read each other’s minds when they’re being… loud,’ he said. You blinked, feeling your face turn red with heat.

‘I-what? I-no-you… Lino told you?!’ you said feeling extremely embarrassed.

‘Well… he might not have intended to…’ Chan said, pressing his lips together. ���But as I said, when we have strong emotions, it’s sometimes hard not to send out your thoughts.’

You puffed, opening you mouth to say something, but feeling utterly lost for words.

You watched him eat for a minute, feeling quite awkward and wondering how many of the others had “heard” Minho’s thoughts.

‘Don’t you mind?’ you whispered, barely audible, but he heard you. Chan shrugged.

‘It’s a bit annoying when I’m trying to sleep or… working. But other than that… not really,’ he said truthfully. You swallowed, staring at the slinking pile of pancakes as Chan devoured them hungrily.

‘I gotta admit though,’ he began suddenly when the last pancake had disappeared, ‘it does make me jealous sometimes.’ He didn’t look at you as he said that, grabbing his glass of water instead and gulping it down in one go before continuing. ‘Makes me feel kind of… desperate to be with you,’ he added, putting down his glass and looking at you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your stomach fluttered.

‘I’m here now,’ you whispered, unsure what you were trying to say. He looked at you for a moment. The mist in his eyes seemed to have vanished now, the visible once again stars completely mesmerizing you.

Chan stretched and yawned, rubbing his eyes for a moment and then beckoning you with his hand. You instantly jumped from your chair, running over to come stand beside him. He smiled at you, his hands going up to cup your face as he seemed to stare into your soul. You swear you could see his light dancing through the stars in his eyes. He was utter beauty and perfection.

‘You haven’t been trying anything with your powers again, have you?’ he asked suddenly and a little sternly. You quickly shook your head. ‘Really?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

‘Promise,’ you said quickly. He let out a relieved sigh and got up from his chair, pulling you into a hug once more.

‘Good girl,’ he spoke softly, kissing your head before audibly yawning once more. You were burning to ask him more about it. Ask him what he had seen, what he had meant back then. Why had it scared him so much? But the warmth of his hug and the calming smell surrounding you made you push away the questions for now. You simply wanted to be with him.

‘I’m actually pretty tired,’ he said after a minute of holding you. ‘Will you come lie with me for a bit?’

His invitation made your heart glow again and you nodded. He let go of you, taking your hand into his and guiding you up the stairs to his room.

-xxx-

Your body had barely hit Chan’s mattress before he was already beside you, wrapping his arms and legs around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You felt completely covered by him. Safe. At home. You could hear him audibly sigh, the warm air tickling the crook of your neck.

‘I missed this,’ he mumbled into your skin. You hummed in agreement. Ever since your “change,” you hadn’t really come to their rooms anymore. You rarely used to sleep in your own bed, preferring to cuddle up with one of the guys instead. But all that had changed when you started to realize how you felt about them.

You closed your eyes, inhaling Chan’s warm smell, feeling his heartbeat through your clothes. It was as if you could see and feel his light shining through, even with your human eyes. Yes, you had really missed this. It was about time you’d pick up your old habit of cuddling with them again.

It didn’t take long before you could hear Chan’s breathing getting deeper and feel his heartbeat slowing down. He shifted slightly, his face coming into view. Just like Minho, he was perfect. Just like them all.

You pressed your lips together. Minho was still in your bed. You felt a slight pang of guilt leaving him without saying anything. You knew he wouldn’t mind you being here with Chan, but you didn’t want to startle him if he were to wake up and not be able to find you. Just when you were wondering if you would be able to reach your phone from the nightstand without waking Chan up, the door opened slightly. You looked up. A sleepy looking Felix shuffled into the room, carrying his pillow under his arm.

He spotted you, but didn’t seem at all surprised to see you laying there cuddled up with Chan. Carefully he tiptoed over to you as you followed him with your eyes. He stopped next to you, flapping his hand to you as he yawned, his eyes were barely open. You frowned at him, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

‘Scoot,’ he whispered lowly. You blinked for a moment, then did as you were told, scooting over as much as you could towards Chan without waking him up. Felix instantly put down his pillow on the spot your head had just been and crawled under the covers. He rolled over until he was laying against you too, wrapping his arm around you and putting his leg over both yours and Chan’s legs, his pointed chin on your shoulder.

For a moment, you had to do your best not to burst out in laughter, being almost squished as you were completely sandwiched between the two men.

‘Love you,’ Felix mumbled softly, his low voice vibrating through your whole body. It was as if he had spoken some kind of magic word. Your giggly mood instantly subsided and you felt at peace. The arms and legs of the men in front of you and behind you were draped over your body and it felt like a protective blanket. A deep, warm feeling made your heart overflow. It was as if the goddess inside of you was purring, finally at peace by receiving and giving so much love and warmth. You closed your eyes, feeling Felix’s heat on your back, wishing this moment would last forever.

-xxx-

Something soft pressed against your forehead and you opened your eyes. Felix kissed your forehead gently, his brown spotted eyes meeting yours.

‘Good morning,’ he whispered low and soft. You smiled at him. ‘It’s time to get out of bed,’ he added in a whisper. You nodded a bit sleepily, looking over your shoulder at Chan who’s hands were still on your waist. ‘Let’s let him have more rest,’ Felix said softly. You nodded agreeing and he helped you carefully get out of Chan’s grip. Chan stirred for a moment, but then turned on his back, withdrawing his arms and freeing you. Felix and you climbed out of bed and you grabbed his hand as you walked towards the door. You hesitated for a moment, looking back at Chan.

‘He’s extra cute when he’s asleep isn’t he?’ Felix whispered softly. You grinned at him. ‘Don’t worry,’ he added, squeezing your hand gently, ‘he’ll probably wake up around dinnertime. You know he won’t leave without saying goodbye.’ Feeling somewhat more assured now, you nodded and together you left the room.

-xxx-

‘There she is,’ Minho said from the couch spotting you walking down the stairs with Felix. You looked over. Minho was sitting on the couch watching TV with Hyunjin who was scrolling through his phone. Around the kitchen table sat Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin. They were eating while Changbin was standing in the kitchen cooking, wearing his favorite pink apron.

‘Leaving me all alone to sneak off and cuddle with two other men huh?’ Minho said while pouting, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

‘Not like you’ve never done that,’ Hyunjin said sarcastically without even looking up from his phone. You looked over at Felix questioningly.

‘I told him where you were when he woke up. He was looking for you,’ Felix explained, tapping the side of his head to indicate their way of communication.

‘Sorry Lino,’ you said pouting and walking over to him.

‘Pff sorry my ass,’ he scoffed, looking away and folding his arms.

‘He’s just jealous,’ Seungmin sounded from the kitchen. Minho’s face turned around so quickly that it was almost scary. He looked at Seungmin with eerily narrowed eyes, but Seungmin seemed unimpressed, taking another bite of his pancake.

‘Oh, Linooo,’ you said teasingly, ‘you don’t have to be jealous. How can I make it up to you?’ you said in your cutest voice, giving him your sweetest pout. Minho turned his face away from you again, clicking his tongue, but you could see him smile.

‘Make up for the time I have missed cuddling,’ he said faking a sulk. You grinned and instantly went to crawl on his lap.

‘Hey, that’s my spot,’ Han pointed as he came walking over. You shrugged playfully as you nestled yourself into Minho’s willing arms.

‘You guys can share, there’s plenty of me to go around,’ Minho chuckled, pinching your cheek playfully and kissing you on the head.

‘What was that about two men cuddling?’ you began teasingly.

‘Oh, shut it,’ Minho laughed as Han scooted over to put his head on your shoulder and his arms and legs around yours and Minho’s, similar to what Felix had done before.

‘Your breakfast my Goddess,’ Changbin said, suddenly appearing infront of you with a plate of smoking hot pancakes. You hadn’t eaten anything when you had made the pancakes for Chan, but now you were quite hungry.

‘Erm, I’m a bit pre-occupied at the moment,’ you laughed, barely able to move with all the arms that were around you.

‘Here, let me,’ Han offered, letting go of you and taking the plate from Changbin. Minho refused to let go of you and Han decided to feed you playfully as Minho kept you in his arms.

He didn’t allow you to escape for the rest of the afternoon, holding you tightly against him and caressing your face and hair every now and then. Whenever you wanted something, Han would instantly jump into action, running out to get you a drink, blanket, pillow, or to change the channel, making sure you felt comfortable before snuggling up against the two of you once more. He seemed to enjoy taking care of you and playing your temporary butler, now and then asking if there was anything else you’d need and smiling from ear to ear if there was.

-xxx-

By the time dinner was served, Chan came trudging down the stairs, as Felix had predicted, yawning and stretching, but looking a lot better than before.

‘Good evening sleepyhead,’ Hyunjin said as he made his way back from the toilet and passing Chan, giving him a peck on his cheek cheerfully. Chan giggled in surprise.

‘That’s it,’ Changbin said, having spotted their interaction from the kitchen while he was cooking and throwing down his spatula sulkily. ‘If no one’s gonna love me today, y’all can cook your own food,’ he said folding his arms and pouting. Instantly you wanted to get up, but Minho held you back, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

‘Oh Binnie, I will love you,’ Chan said chuckling, stretching out his arms and waddling over to him playfully.

‘Me too!’ Felix laughed, immediately jumping up from the couch and running over to hug him as well. Hyunjin ran over too, wrapping his arms around Changbin with some effort as there wasn’t much space left, and putting his head in the crook of Changbin’s neck.

‘Can we like, not burn the food here please?’ Seungmin sighed, already setting the table.

‘Yeah, I’m hungry,’ Jeongin said, leaning back in his chair, already sitting at the table. Changbin made some sulking sounds, but then giggled and continued his cooking.

‘Lino,’ you began looking around at him, ‘you gotta let me go now, it’s time for dinner.’

Han made a sulking sound, and you looked down at him. He had put his head in your lap and you had been playing with his hair for a while now. You clicked your tongue and laughed.

‘Come on guys, we live together,’ you pointed out, ‘it’s not like I’m going anywhere,’ you chuckled. Han sighed and got up from your lap. Minho finally gave in and let go of you as well.

‘My back was starting to hurt anyway,’ he grumbled.

-xxx-

Dinner was the perfect ending to a perfect day. All the boys were in the best of moods. Happily chatting, laughing, and playing with each other. As you looked around the table, Han and Changbin talked eagerly about their workouts, Felix listening in interestedly. Seungmin talked animatedly with Chan and Minho about a new type of car he had his eye on while Jeongin and Hyunjin discussed the latest trends in sneakers.Your heart seemed to fill itself with joy and love. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you felt yourself almost radiating with happiness.

There was nowhere you would rather be than here, sitting there, watching them, loving them. Just the simple act of them laughing and being themselves freely gave you a sense of joy that could not be compared to anything else. You did not need anything else. Just watching them, being happy, being healthy, was enough for you.

When everyone had finished their ice cream, Hyunjin and Changbin grabbed seconds while the rest of the guys were slumped down in their chairs, their faces satisfied and their eyes somewhat sleepy.

‘So what movie will we be watching tonight?’ Han asked with a yawn, the question aimed at no one in particular.

‘Who’s turn is it again?’ Jeongin asked.

‘I think it’s y/n’s turn?’ Changbin answered, looking at you before letting out a burp and making everyone laugh.

‘Oh, before we go,’ Seungmin said suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention as some were already starting to get to their feet. ‘I’ll have to go to Jeju again next weekend for work,’ he announced.

You remembered your last trip to Jeju with the boys, having enjoyed your first vacation with them thoroughly. The idea of going back instantly made you light up again.

‘Can I come with?’ You asked enthusiastically. Seungmin looked at you with raised eyebrows for a moment. It was clear he hadn’t anticipated your reaction. But then his lips curled into a smile and his head tilted slightly to the side.

‘Sure,’ he said, his voice a slightly different tone than usual.

‘I’ll come too then,’ Jeongin said eagerly. Seungmin instantly looked at him sharply, giving him a somewhat wry smile as his eyes narrowed slightly.

‘Erm,’ Chan coughed loudly, ‘weren’t you supposed to help Changbin with something next weekend?’

‘What? No?’ Jeongin said, looking a little uncomfortable as he looked away from Seungmin.

‘Right, Changbin?’ Chan repeated looking at Changbin and raising his eyebrows at him.

‘What? I- Oh! Oh yeah, right, that thing, yeah,’ Changbin said, nodding vaguely as Seungmin now eyed him. He quickly got up. ‘Yep, you erm, you promised Innie,’ Changbin nodded quickly, pushing his chair under the table and looking around, clearing his throat. Before Jeongin could say anymore, Felix suddenly coughed and got up too.

‘How about we clean up this mess before the movie?’ He said quickly, gesturing weirdly at the table. Instantly all the others got up mumbling agreements and hastily got to work. You stared at them with raised brows for a moment, but then decided to join them in their hastened efforts to clean up the dishes.

‘Leave it,’ Seungmin said, who was suddenly standing behind you. You turned to him. One of his hands was tucked deep in his pocket as he brushed the other one through his hair. ‘Let’s go pick the movie,’ he offered, nodding his head back to the TV.

‘Oh, okay,’ you said slightly subdued, but for some reason, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He walked over to the TV with you, plopping down on the couch next to the remote. You sat down next to him, taking the remote and turning on the TV. The noise coming from the kitchen was louder than usual and you looked over for a moment.

‘You sure you wanna come with me?’ Seungmin asked, his voice just barely audible over the loud clanging from the boys who were cleaning up. You looked back over at Seungmin. His bright blue eyes stared at you intently.

‘Of course,’ you said smiling. Seungmin smirked, putting up his feet and leaning back into the couch and looking at the TV.

‘Alright. I’ve been looking forward to spending some time alone with just you…’ he said meaningfully. You could instantly feel the blood rising to your cheeks as you pressed your lips together, holding in a grin.

[seungminindabuilding]

BLONDE MULLET SEUNGMIN!

I.....can't bre-..eath

He is too ethereal 😭😩