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ch4rm3r-skz · 2 years ago

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Work Benefits

Genre: Smut, fluff if you squint

Warnings: Explicit language; blowjob; CEO!Christopher x receptionist!reader; gender neutral pronouns used, though reader is wearing a dress

“All done?” You asked with a smile, sat at the front desk of your work. One of the new hires nodded with a matching smile, setting the packet of introductory paperwork on the counter between you. “Let me just double check really quick.”

It was the middle of the day, a breezy Friday afternoon. The front door of the building was propped open, a cool draft flooding in every now and again. Your boss had penciled in a few of the new hires to have orientation today, and one by one, they had each completed their packets and brought them up to you.

After seeing all of the papers sufficiently filled out, you grabbed the packet and put it into a file folder. “Perfect! If you’ll take a seat back in the lobby, Mr. Bahng will be with you shortly,” You politely instructed him, watching the other man nod his head in thanks before he went back to the lobby. Putting the file folder back in the correct drawer in the file cabinet, you sat back down at your desk and shot a quick text to your boss, informing him that all of the new hires had turned in their paperwork.

A couple minutes later, you heard a familiar voice behind you in the lobby. “Hey, guys, how are you all today?” The new hires all greeted him, matching his enthusiasm and energy. “If we haven’t met in person before, my name is Chris Bahng. Are you guys ready for orientation?” There was shuffling from the lobby, followed by footsteps from everyone leaving the small, furnished area.

“I’m sure you’ve met them already, but this is Y/N,” You turned around in your desk chair, smiling and offering a wave to your boss and the small crowd of new hires behind him. Chris smiled at you sweetly, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Y/N is the brains behind this whole business,” Chris boasted, making you roll your eyes with a soft laugh, “We wouldn’t be where we are now if it wasn’t for them. Now, if you’ll all come with me,” Your boss instructed the group, and they all followed behind them into a large meeting room next to his office.

Though he wasn’t known by everyone in the world, Christopher Bahng was one of the most successful businessmen in your city. At only 25, he owned his own business and was making six figures annually. Your eyes wandered to the wall next to your desk; there hung pictures of you, Chris, and the rest of the senior staff in Paris, Dubai, New York City, and countless other locations, all paid for by the lining in your boss’s pockets. Despite the numbers in the man’s bank account, Chris was one of the sweetest and selfless people you had ever met. He never used his money or his success against anyone, and often was willfully ignorant of just how successful he had truly become.

You had started working for Chris at the very beginning, when he had first rented out the building and was looking for his first round of employees. He was almost 23 with drive and ambition, and although he was the one who signed the paychecks at the end of the day, he rarely ever felt like your superior. If anything, he was more like a close friend. Now here you were, two years later, and you had resigned yourself to the fact that applying to this job was one of the best things you had ever done in your life.

Breaking yourself from your daydreaming, you returned to your computer and resumed your work. Your speaker in the lobby was playing music just loud enough for you to hear, being sufficient background noise as your fingers danced across the keyboard. Before you knew it, you heard the door to the meeting room open and chatter filled the office. You turned around in your chair, watching the new hires pass by you and out of the open office door, a majority of them either waving to you or audibly bidding farewell, wishing you a good day. You returned the sentiment, going back to the payment receipts and purchase orders on your computer screen. After a couple minutes, the office was back to its normal ambience of background music, occasional chatter from the other offices, as well as other stereotypical office noises. Pushing your chair away from the desk, you used your mouse to hover over the ‘print’ option on your computer screen, watching the computer load up the papers before sending them to the printer.

Getting up from your chair, you readjusted your dress, pulling it back down to your knees before stepping out from behind your desk and heading to the stationary room. This room held the printer, fax machine, laminator, extra binders and envelopes, and any other supplies that were needed. In the hallway, you passed the offices of the head of accounting, Hyunjin, and the chair of purchasing, Changbin. You greeted them with smiles, watching them wave to you before going back to their respective duties.

“Hey,” A voice called from behind you right as you placed your hand on the handle to the stationary room. You turned around, eyebrows raised as you saw Changbin leaning out of his office. “Chris just texted me, he wants to see you.”

“Right now?” You let go of the handle, head slightly tilted.

Changbin shrugged. “That’s what he told me.”

“Okay, thanks,” You nodded at him before turning around, walking past the stationary room down the hall to the biggest office in the building where your boss was, apparently, waiting for you.

The door to his office was open; the silver plaque that held his name on it shone in the afternoon sunlight that poured in from his windows. As you walked closer, you could make out him at his large desk, the receiver to his office phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear as he spoke while typing away on his computer. His previously neatly styled hair was more disheveled than you’d remembered it being before the earlier meeting.

“Mr. Park, I’ve told you before, what you’re asking for just isn’t possible in the time frame that you’re giving me,” Chris spoke, his hands leaving the keyboard as one gripped the receiver against his ear, the other hand going to his forehead as he lowered his head. “Yes, I understand that we have the capability, but you’re not giving us the time needed,” Chris stressed once more as the hand that was on his forehead ran back through his hair. He looked up, seeing you in the doorway, and quickly motioned for you to come in. “Close the door behind you,” He spoke as he pressed the receiver to his chest before putting it back to his ear.

You closed the door, standing by it while you waited for him to finish the call. “Yes, I understand,” Chris nodded, tilting his head to the side with his eyes squeezed closed. You could swear that you could hear the man on the other side of the phone, even though you were standing across the room. As your boss slowly opened his eyes, your breath caught in your throat at the mix of frustration and lust that his irises held.

Despite you and Chris being more like friends than boss and employee, a couple months ago, Chris had instigated a dynamic that was more similar to “friends with benefits” than you’d care to admit. He was a busy man, and you couldn’t imagine the constant stress he was under having to secure new clients, manage the current clients and employees, and other things that you knew you weren’t made aware of. Chris had shyly asked you for some stress relief at the end of the work day a few months back when you were the only two left at the office, and you would have been insane to refuse. He was handsome, carried himself well, and was always so sweet and considerate to you. It was the least you could have done, really.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Park, but I’m about to go into a very important meeting. We can continue our discussion afterwards. You’ve got my number.” With that, Chris abruptly hung up as he pushed himself away from the mahogany desk. You barely had time to breathe before Chris was directly in front of you, hands on either side of your face holding you still as he harshly pressed his lips to yours. As your lips were locked, kisses dripping with desire and hands beginning to wander each other’s bodies, you allowed Chris to walk you backwards until your back hit the wall. One of your hands went to his tie, tightly gripping it and using it as leverage to keep him as close to you as possible as your other hand pressed against the growing bulge in his black suit pants. Chris groaned, breaking away from the kiss and leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

“I’m so glad I met you,” He mumbled into the fabric of your dress, a statement that made you stumble in your actions. You didn’t want to think too much of your endeavors with Chris, but if he kept talking like that, you were nervous that you’d have to worry about your emotions getting involved.

A knock on the door made you move away from each other’s touch so fast, it was like you’d gotten burned. Chris quickly readjusted his tie and fixed his hair before holding a finger to his lips. You nodded and pressed yourself into the wall, knowing that from the other side of the door, you couldn’t be seen.

Chris opened the door with a quick clearing of his throat, and you could hear the smile on his face as he spoke, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Mr. Bahng, I’m so sorry,” The voice rushed out an apology, one that you recognized to be that of one of your most recent hires, Lily. She’d only been here for about a month, but she was on the fast track to being one of the major mood makers of the office. “I messed up the naming on the receipts and now Mr. Han’s budget files are all screwed up. I’d ask Mr. Seo to help but he’s on his lunch break, and I can’t seem to find Y/N either. Could you help me?”

Chris let out a small chuckle. “Calm down, Miss Morrow, it’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes; we’re all human. Show me the issue, and I’ll see what I can do,” The reassuring tone of his voice paired with the friendliness Chris embodied was enough to make Lily sigh in relief. Chris held up one finger behind the door, a wordless command telling you to stay where you were, and that he’d be back in a minute. With that, he left the office, closing the door behind him.

A minute turned into five, which turned into fifteen, and before you knew it, that minute had turned into well over an hour. You’d moved to sit at his desk, leaning back into the plush office chair as your eyes moved around the room, taking in the decorations on the walls and paperwork on his desk. His computer monitor was littered with sticky notes that held little reminders like, “Be sure to finalize hours every Saturday” (with the word ‘every’ capitalized and underlined three times) , “Jisung ext. 14, Felix ext. 15”, “Did you eat lunch?” and other notes of the like. After glancing at the time on his desktop clock, you realized that the work day was nearly over and you still hadn’t filed the purchase orders you’d printed out before Chris had called you to his office. You figured that he’d either forgotten about you or didn’t need the stress relief you provided anymore, so you got up from his desk and left his office.

As you walked down the hall, you noted the silence in the building. Save for your music still playing on the lobby speaker, you peeked into both Hyunjin and Changbin’s office, seeing them dark and still. “Okay, I’ll file those papers and then pack up for the day,” You spoke to yourself, turning on your heel and walking back to the stationary room. As your hand grasped the door handle once more and pushed it down, you felt hands grab your hips from behind. You gasped as the door opened, and you were quickly ushered inside by the person behind you. As soon as the door clicked shut, you were pressed up against it by your boss.

“Chris,” You spoke, though before you could say anything else, his mouth was on yours once again.

He moved his lips to your neck, his hands roaming across your body and groping your clothed flesh in his hands. “I didn’t forget about you,” He muttered against your heated flesh, seeming to read your mind, “That took way longer than I thought.”

All you could do was hum in acknowledgement of Chris’s words as he continued to ravish your body with his hands. You could note the desperation in his movements, and it was amplified when you reached your hand down and pressed your palm into the bulge in his slacks. You walked him backwards until he was leaning against A breathy whimper escaped his lips as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder, subtly rocking his hips into your hand. “Please,” He whispered, and as you moved to kneel in front of him, you could see the blatant craving in his eyes.

You wasted no time undoing his belt buckle and the fastenings of his slacks, undoing his zipper before reaching past them and into the waistband of his boxers. His whole body jolted when your hand came into contact with his heated length, his eyebrows furrowing together as he watched your movements with baited breath. “How long have you been waiting for me?” You questioned, a lightly teasing tone in your voice as you pulled his length out of his pants, trying to keep your touch as fleeting as possible.

“Too long,” Chris responded, and you watched his cheeks flush when he realized how much his response sounded like a whine. Giggling softly, you figured that he had indeed waited for too long, and it was only right for him to finally get what he had been wanting for the last hour, maybe two.

Leaning up on your knees, you let some saliva pool on your tongue before sticking it out, watching it fall onto your boss’s red, angry tip. You could hear him breathe in shakily as it dripped down his erection, a whimper threatening to leave his throat as you used your hand to spread it across his length. “You’ve been working so hard,” You cooed up at him, slowly moving your hand up and down the sensitive skin, “You do deserve some relief, don’t you?”

Something that you had learned within your first few escapades with Chris was that there were times when he needed to be freed of the frustrations of being the boss, constantly being in charge and never being questioned. One of the only ways that he had found relief in not being the boss were in times like these, where he was willing to drop the power dynamic your jobs gave you and be putty in your hands.

“I do,” He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. His mouth hung slightly open as you opened your mouth once more, and Chris let his head fall backwards as your mouth encased the head of his cock. A look of relief instantly covered his features as he leaned back against the printer, his hands desperately sliding along the hard plastic searching for a place to rest, for a big enough edge to grab onto.

You let your eyes close, relaxing your throat as you reveled in the weight of your boss on your tongue. The room was silent except for Chris’s heavy breathing and occasional moans, these being accompanied by the lewd sounds coming from your mouth. One of his hands left the printer in favor of resting atop your head, not applying any pressure, but you could tell that Chris was holding himself back. As you bobbed your head, licking along the heated flesh and basking in the way your boss struggled to catch his breath when you swallowed around him.

“God, do it again,” Chris panted out, looking down at you once more with borderline tears in his eyes, “please do that again.” You stifled a giggle as you heeded his pleas, staring up at him through his eyelashes as you swallowed around his length once again. You could see his neck glowing a dark pink from under his tie and collared shirt, slowly beginning to creep up his jawline. Sweat beaded along his forehead, a vein prominent in his neck as moans slipped freely between his reddened lips.

You released his length from your mouth, thick strings of saliva still connecting the two appendages as you caught your breath, using one of your hands to continue working his erection as you took in the sight above you. “Please don’t stop,” He panted, bringing his lip between his teeth as he intently watched your movements, whimpering all the while.

The giggle that left your throat was too quick for you to stop it, and it showed just how much you liked being the stress relief that Chris was looking forward to more and more frequently. Though you weren’t getting that same relief, the heat and moisture between your legs being much too prominent to ignore, getting him off was all that you needed to be satisfied mentally.

Opening your mouth again, you stuck your tongue out and placed it under the head of his cock, your hand continuing to pump his length as you awaited the payout. Chris began to breathe heavier, and you watched his chest rise and fall quickly before his hands slammed down onto the printer, a strangled sound of ecstasy leaving his throat as you felt his release against your tongue. White ribbons coated your taste buds in rhythmic spurts, and it was only when Chris looked down at you once more that you closed your mouth, swallowing his release as you released his length.

“I do not deserve you,” Chris breathed, running a hand across his sweat-ridden forehead. You scoffed, shaking your head as you stood up, knees aching. You pulled your dress back down to its original length, covering the red marks that colored your kneecaps.

“You sign my paychecks,” You teased, wiping some of your own sweat off of your skin as you watched your boss tuck himself back into his pants, “That’s more than enough reason.”

Chris hummed as you stepped next to him, reaching behind him and grabbing the stack of purchase orders that had gone neglected all this time. “Can you make a memo for yourself before you go?” Chris asked, straightening his tie before he opened the door, holding it for you as the two of you left the stationary room.

“Of course,” You nodded, glancing at him walking next to you with a questioning look, “For what exactly?”

Chris sighed as you approached your desk, and he perched himself on it as he watched you expertly file away the purchase orders before grabbing a sticky note and a pen. “I need you to prepare some termination papers.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at your boss wide-eyed. “Who’s getting fired?”

“Lily,” Chris rubbed his face with a heavy sigh, “Her mistake today was much too large to look over.” You nodded in understanding, penning down a reminder to print out termination papers Monday morning before sticking it on your computer monitor. “She also cock-blocked me when I really needed to not be cock-blocked,” Your boss added, his nonchalant tone making you burst out laughing.

Chris smiled as he watched you laugh, knowing that he had gotten himself in too deep, and there was no turning back now.

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ch4rm3r-skz · 2 years ago

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Enharmonic

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

“The key to making your performance emotional,” You stood in front of your students, copies of the new choir piece clutched in your hands. “Is to, get this, be emotional!” The students laughed as you began to walk around and hand out copies, a fond smile on your face. “If you’re performing a sad song, you’ve gotta sound distraught, remorseful, like you’re grieving. Same thing if you’re happy, excited, angry, or any other adjective you can think of.”

“How do you do that?” One of your students asked as you made your way back to the front of the rehearsal hall and stepped onto your podium.

You looked over at them, simultaneously opening your score. “Well, it’s all in your mind. For me, I think about something in my life that’s made me feel the emotion that's trying to be depicted in the music.”

The choir nodded, and you smiled at them before running your eyes over the score. “So,” Another student spoke up, making you take your eyes away from the score and look at them instead, “If you had to perform a happy piece, what would you think about to make you happy?”

Almost instantly, as if the end of the student’s query was his cue to show up, your eyes drifted up to the windows that showed the lobby on the other side of the wall. The band director was shamelessly staring inside the hall, his eyes locked on you and a sweet smile on his lips. You felt giddiness bubble up inside of you, and you had to look away before your students turned around and saw who was there.

Though there was nothing wrong with it and it wasn’t inappropriate, you had agreed to keep your relationship with each other a secret from your students, especially the shared ones.

“I think of things that make me happy, of course,” You studied the score with your eyes, making mental notes of the tempo and dynamic markings, “Music in general, the ocean, my friends, my boyfriend,” Your students nodded in understanding, and you could see the cogs turning in their heads, “But those are fundamentals that we’ll work on later. Right now, I just want to sight read with you guys, okay? Let’s warm up.”

An hour later, your students were putting their choir folders in their backpacks and heading for the door, voicing a mixture of “goodbye” and “have a good weekend” to you. You stayed up at the podium as always, putting some last minute marks in your score before you put it away. Soon, you were all by yourself in the empty rehearsal hall.

Pulling out your phone, you checked the time and saw that there was about 45 minutes until the hall would need to get set up for concert band rehearsal. With this in mind, you grabbed your score and made your way over to the grand piano that sat stationary in the corner of the hall. You placed your score on the open stand and flipped to a particular page, reading the music and hitting the corresponding keys as you matched pitch and tried to commit the melody to memory.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” A familiar voice sounded from behind you, making you jump as you whipped your head around to see the band director leaning against the open door frame, a smile on his lips.

“Not at all,” You reassured him, immediately going to close your score, “I didn’t realize what time it was, I’m sorry.”

He laughed, “No need to pack up, you’ve still got plenty of time. I just wanted to see you.”

If there was one thing that Han Jisung was good at, it was flustering you even when he didn’t mean to. You looked down, feeling prominent heat on your cheeks.

“Mr. Han!” You heard a voice call from the hallway, and you immediately tried to stone your composure.

“I’ll be right back,” Jisung reassured you before disappearing back out the door, the heavy wood clicking back into place with a sound that reverberated throughout the room.

Shaking away the nerves that always seemed to settle into your veins when Jisung was around, you continued to practice the piece until you heard the heavy door open and close once again. You didn’t stop as you felt someone sit next to you on the piano bench, adoring eyes watching you lovingly as you continued to play and sing. Without you asking, Jisung followed in the music until you were nearing the end of the page and wordlessly reached out, turning the page so you could continue uninterrupted.

This cycle continued until you reached the end of the piece, Jisung turning the final page and waiting patiently until you sang the final note, your fingers gently lifting off of the piano as the sound slowly went away.

“You sing beautifully,” Jisung expressed softly, his hand moving to rest on your knee, palm facing up. You placed your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

“I mean, I am the choir teacher,” You teased softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jisung giggled lightly and leaned his head on yours, “I know, but even if you weren’t. Your voice puts everyone else's to shame.”

“Even yours?”

“Hey,” Jisung lifted his head and turned to face you, “We’re on the same tier.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his confident expression, watching it change to a lovestruck grin. Your eyes lingered on his for a moment before quickly flicking to his lips, and that was all Jisung needed before he leaned in, kissing you passionately. Your free hand moved to his cheek, lightly resting there as you kissed him back.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple seconds before you felt Jisung pull away, a curse leaving his lips. “What?” You turned your head as you spoke, and felt your entire face heat up as you saw a group of students, a mix of both yours and his, watching the two of you with large grins.

“I told you they were together!” One of them expressed, pushing another student playfully as the others laughed, some even cheering.

“Oh god,” You groaned, turning back around and leaning your head on Jisung’s shoulder once more.

He sighed, and you felt him shrug. “Well, at least we don’t have to hide it anymore.” You rolled your eyes and lightly slapped his chest, a smile breaking out on your lips as he laughed.

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ch4rm3r-skz · 2 years ago

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2:13am

pirate!seonghwa x siren!reader

a/n: im aware that this isn't 100% accurate according to legends/mythology, but its fiction so.

"you don't hear it?" seonghwa's eyes flitted nervously between the rest of his crew mates, watching them shake their heads. "how? its so loud."

"what exactly are you hearing?" his captain questioned warily, taking the silence between his question and seonghwa's answer to try and listen for anything, but there was only the sound of the water.

"singing."

laying in the bunks, the ship gently lulling with the motion of the ocean waves, seonghwa stared at the underside of the top bunk where another one of his crew mates was fast asleep.

the singing hadn't stopped; if anything, it had gotten louder. seonghwa's ears were starting to hurt, but he needed to find the source of the melody. it made him feel a sense of longing, and he knew he wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer, no matter how many times his mates had told him that there was no singing, and that he was probably hearing things because he was exhausted from being at sea.

but seonghwa would not rest until he found the source.

sneaking out of the bunks, seonghwa walked towards the railing of the ship, eyes strained in the darkness as he tried to surmise where the singing was coming from. his hands slid along the railing as he walked the perimeter of the ship, stopping when the singing became even louder.

in the darkness, he swore he could see faint glowing underneath the waves. what it was from, he couldn't tell, but it seemed to beckon him, to call to him. the wordless melody soon became coherent.

"come to me. swim to me. jump for me."

he couldn't explain the urges inside of him, but it didn't take much consideration for seonghwa to kick off his slippers, carefully climb onto the railing, and as another echo of "jump for me" entered his ears, his feet left the rail and he descended into the frigid ocean.

as his head became submerged, the singing became excruciatingly loud, and red began to tint the water near his ears. as he opened his eyes, the cold water almost too much to bear, he saw the glowing anomaly even brighter than before, and he began to swim.

the closer that he got, the more defined a silhouette within the glow became. he breached the water, his heart pounding as he quickly took a deep breath and submerged himself again, frantically swimming towards the silhouette.

he began to make out flowing hair, arms, and a torso that morphed into something inhuman, but he knew that this was the source of the singing. this was what he was meant to find.

it wasn't long before he was directly in front of the creature, and the beauty in front of his eyes was almost too much for him to bear. the creature smiled and reached out to him, cupping his cheek in their hand. seonghwa felt tears well up in his eyes at the warmth that flowed into him.

"you've come to me," the melody reached seonghwa's ears again, and he nodded. "will you stay with me?" he didn't even need to think before he was frantically nodding. seonghwa never wanted to leave; he couldn't explain it but he felt as though this was where he was supposed to leave.

the creature leaned forward, placing their other hand on his opposite cheek and pressed their lips to seonghwa's, but it wasn't like how seonghwa imagined. the remaining oxygen that he was holding in his lungs was siphoned out of him.

as seonghwa opened his eyes in panic, the beautiful creature he had seen before he closed his eyes was now a grotesque monster. seonghwa tried to pull away, but the vice grip on his head held him in place. his lungs screamed for oxygen it would never receive again as his vision blurred and went dark.

the captain awoke to frantic calls from his crew, and as he stumbled out of his quarters, his face paled as they told him of seonghwa's disappearance, with the only thing left of him being his discarded slippers right next to the rails.

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ch4rm3r-skz · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids as Genshin Impact Characters

Genre: idk tbh - fluff maybe in some areas?

Warnings: None, but be wary of spoilers for the game

A/N: wasnt requested, but dedicated to @sydsficarchive <3

Chris as Zhongli

Besides the obvious jokes about Chris being old, and Zhongli being the oldest archon out of the reigning Seven, I feel like the two share a characteristic of leadership and responsibility. Zhongli didn’t “retire” until he truly saw that the citizens were thriving without him, and though I don’t really think Chris will ever willfully retire, he very much holds a sense of responsibility over the rest of Stray Kids.

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Minho as Xiao

Like Xiao, Minho isn’t very outward with his sentimental feelings. Most people assume that he’s a mean person, when in fact he’s the opposite. Minho has his own way of showing the people he loves his affection, and though Xiao rarely shows any emotion other than lament and angst, if you’re close enough to him, he’ll soften around you (i.e. the most recent event he was in).

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Changbin as Kaeya

One of the main things that Changbin and Kaeya have in common is their flirtatious nature. Changbin never passes up a chance to flirt with his members or Stay alike, just as Kaeya has a habit of constantly flirting with the player both passively and purposely. Kaeya is also built like an upside down Dorito, much like Changbin as well. Regardless of physical attributes, they also both show senses of responsibility and care for those around them.

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Hyunjin as Kamisato Ayato

Ayato is the closest character to a prince in Genshin, and it’s well accepted around the Stay fandom that Hyunjin is our dancing prince. Physically, they share a lot of attributes, being tall and moving very elegantly. They also both have a notable beauty spot on their face, though in different places. They both have an aura of nobility, and are admired by many.

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Jisung as Bennett

The main reason I can see Jisung as Bennett is his very apparent clumsiness. Jisung will always try to save himself from a fall or a slip, and Bennett’s clumsiness is commonly seen in his elemental attack where he accidentally launches himself backwards. Along with this, both Jisung and Bennett share the “backstory” of being alone in their past, though soon being rescued and finding another family that’s as authentic as a biological one.

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Felix as Kaedehara Kazuha

One similarity that both Felix and Kazuha share is their genuine gentle nature. Though Kazuha is a samurai, to everyone he meets, he’s a sweetheart. Felix is the exact same way; all Stays can agree that he’s a genuinely kind man. While Kazuha tends to do the protecting, Felix more so makes people want to protect him, and I believe that that’s a yin-yang similarity between them as well. Two sides of the same coin, yanno?

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Seungmin as Cyno

One major thing that Seungmin and Cyno have in common is their incessant dad jokes. Seungmin’s are only ever aimed at Chris, while Cyno’s are aimed at anyone within earshot. Both are quiet and mostly keep to themselves until they are comfortable with whoever they’re around, and that is when their playful, teasing true colors begin to show.

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Jeongin as Scaramouche/Wanderer

Scaramouche’s heathen behavior mirrors that of Jeongin when he’s teasing/making fun of his older members. Though they get doubted in their abilities (antis saying Jeongin doesn’t have good vocals, and Scara getting booted from the Harbingers when he loses the battle against the player), they prove that they are indeed talented in what they do, and are worthy of the commendations (or in Scara’s case, retribution) that they deserve.

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ch4rm3r-skz · 2 years ago

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"The Devil Doesn't Bargain"

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Pronouns: N/A

Members: Hyunjin (Briefly) & Changbin

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions Of Yelling, Mentions Of Cheating, Mentions Of Crying, Cheating from Y/n, Soft! Changbin, Cheater! Hyunjin, Speeding In A Car, Kissing.

Description: "The Devil Doesn't Bargain, He'll Only Break Your Heart Again."

Word Count: 2097

STORY BELOW THE LINE

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“Don’t you dare leave,” Hyunjin yells from the living room as you’re about to leave the house. You slowly close the door as you walk out, immediately running to the stairs to exit your apartment building. As soon as you reach the bottom of the stairs you’re met with your closest friend, Changbin. He takes one look at you and pulls you into a hug.

“What’d he do this time?” He asks as he rubs your back. You shake your head as you try to hide the fact that your tears were slipping from your eyes and then soaking into the thin material of his shirt. He felt it, of course, he did. He felt it every time this happened. Last time it had been sneaking around, before that it was lying, but he knew this time was much worse. You never asked him to meet you. You always came to him. This time, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to drive. You knew the second you got in the car you would burst into tears. He continues to rub your back as he shakes his head.

“It’s worse this time, isn’t it? Did he hit you? I swear to god if he hit you-”

“Changbin shut up! He didn’t hit me! I promise…” You croak out through tears, hoarse from the hours of screaming back and forth you and Hyunjin had just shared.

“Then what?” He whispers, pulling you as tight into his chest as he could without hurting you. He cared. He has always cared. He needed to know what happened. If Changbin had just been honest with you, you wouldn’t be in this situation, to begin with, and he knows that. He blames himself for every fight, every tear that falls from your beautiful eyes. Truthfully he knew it wasn’t his fault, but he’d blame himself regardless.

“I caught him…” You whisper, which leaves him puzzled for a second, but that second is gone just as quickly as it had come. He shakes his head and slowly makes you look at him.

“He cheated on you?” He asks, noticing how your lip was quivering and how tears spilled from your eyes the second you’re sure he’d realized. You pull away gently.

“It doesn’t matter, I promise. He’ll change. I can do it, I promise… he’ll be better one day. It’ll only hurt right now. Only for a little while.” You whisper, your words used to work. You used to be able to force yourself to think he’d be better for you. He promised he’d be better for you. You didn’t understand. You gave him every part of you, and he didn’t care. Your thoughts pushed you too hard, your legs beginning to shake with the rest of your body as you slowly lower yourself to sit down on the floor.

“I can see that you’re sure you can change him, but I know you won’t.” Changbin, hums sitting down next to you as he pulls you into his arms. You shake softly as you cry, chest heaving as your breathing begins to come harder than before.

“I can do it, I can do it… in a few months-”

“It’s been four years…” Changbin whispers. He remembers. He remembers you sobbing in his arms on every single forgotten anniversary, all four painful years.

“I can do it.” You whisper, tears slowly falling from your face.

“He’s gonna break your heart over and over and over, and you’re never gonna give him up, are you?!” He bursts loudly which makes you jump. He immediately pulls you closer. “I’m sorry… I don’t mean to meddle, I’m sorry… it’s just… I see it. He’s never going to change. He’s never going to be your Prince Charming. He’s going to keep hurting you over and over and over again. He’s never going to settle down for you. He throws you away like you’re trash. I told you, didn’t I? I know you don’t wanna let him go, but I swear-”

“Changbin, stop, please… for the love of God, please stop.” You whisper, crying softly. “I know… okay…? I know… but I love him… I need him to get better… I need things to change… I need him to change…”

“He’s never going to change, I know you think he will, but I think you’ll find that the devil doesn’t bargain. He’s only going to keep hurting you. I promise you it’s not worth it. He’s never going to give you what you need. He’s never going to change. Whether you put all of your efforts into it or not. You could give everything to him, but it won’t change him. I’ve seen him do this to more than 10 people. He’s not going to change for you, angel, regardless of what you do for him.” He says gently, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the tears from your eyes which only makes you cry harder.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore…” You whisper out, looking up at him. “Please…” You whisper, he instantly lifts you as he stands to his feet, carrying you to his truck, setting you gently into his passenger seat, and buckling your seatbelt for you before he closes the door. He walks to the other side of the truck, about to open the door when he notices Hyunjin out of the corner of his eye. He quickly hops up into the truck, slamming and locking the doors just as Hyunjin gets to your door.

“Y/n, I swear to God if you don’t get back upstairs-” Hyunjin is interrupted by the sound of the engine as the truck roars to life.

“Say the word and I’ll pull away…” Changbin whispers, looking you in the eyes to keep your attention away from Hyunjin.

“Please… I don’t wanna be here anymore.” You whisper. Immediately Changbin threw the truck into drive, speeding away from the apartment buildings.

“Where to?” He asks, looking over at you once he hits the highway. Immediately he notices that you must’ve cried yourself to sleep, as you’re passed out, holding tightly to his right hand. He gently tries to peel his hand away from you but you hum.

“Don’t… please..” He stops moving his hand and simply continues to drive.

An hour later Changbin is pulling into the driveway of his house, parking the truck. He slowly slips his hand out of yours and then makes his way over to your side of the truck. He opens your door gently, unbuckling your seatbelt. He proceeds to carry you into the house, walking you straight to his room as he lays you down momentarily, slipping your shoes off. He tucks you into his side of the bed, kissing your forehead softly before he begins to collect some things for his night on the couch.

“Binnie…?” You mumble out, having been woken up by the sound of his dresser drawer opening. You slowly sit up, eyes adjusting to the dark, the outline of Bin’s shirtless body being one of the only things you can see. He makes his way over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Yes, angel?” He asks quietly, gently resting his hand on your calf.

“Thank you…” You whisper and he immediately knows you’ve started crying again.

“Can I lay with you?” He asks to which you nod, reaching for him almost instantly. He wraps his arms around you as he lays down next to you, pulling you tight to his toned chest. You breathe in his scent, salty, like the beach, but warm, like vanilla.

“Binnie…?” You whisper again, tears coating his chest quickly.

“Hm?” He hums quietly, allowing his hand to loop gently into your hair as he begins to massage your scalp.

“I wanna be a hypocrite.” You mumble, looking at him slowly.

“What do you mean by that?” He whispers, noticing how close your face had gotten to his. Without another word, you catch his lips in yours. He doesn’t even hesitate in kissing you back, wrapping a strong arm around your waist to pull your body tight to his, his other hand slipping to cup your cheeks. He kisses so lovingly, hungrily almost. He kisses you with so much passion. You feel as though you could read his emotions completely when you kiss him. You pull away, his lips following yours momentarily before he pulls away as well.

“Hey, Y/n…?” He mumbles, looking you in your eyes.

“Hm…?” You whisper, allowing one of your hands to slide onto his broad chest, the other resting against his large bicep.

“Be a hypocrite more often…” He hums out, kissing you deeply once again, kissing you more deeply than before. The kiss is slow, and so comforting. You feel your body melt into his, your lips working in time with his, feeling so comfortable with him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull away, burying your head in his neck.

“Kiss me more… promise I don’t mind..” You whisper, hugging him tightly as you feel him snuggle gently into your neck as well.

“He’s not gonna change.” He whispers and you nod.

“I know he won’t… I keep hoping he will, but… Binnie, I’m so tired…” You whisper, tearing up once again. “Do you think he ever meant it when he said he loved me…?” You whisper out, sniffling softly. Changbin immediately knows he needs to take your mind away from Hyunjin. He can’t bear to see you cry anymore.

“Get up.” He says quickly, rising to his feet. “Let’s go.” He says, grabbing a hoodie and tossing it to you. “Put this on.” He says as he throws a long sleeve shirt on.

“Where are we going…?” You giggle, shaking your head. “We can’t just up and leave.”

“Yes the fuck we can, let’s go.” He hums, grabbing your hand and pulling you out to his truck, having somehow grabbed the keys off of his dresser in his rush for the door. He lifts you into the passenger seat, once again buckling your seatbelt for you and then shutting your door gently. He hurries to the driver's side and hops in, turning the truck on and flipping the car into drive, pulling out of the driveway quickly.

“Binnie! You’re speeding!” You squeal, holding tightly to his hand.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, looking at you for a moment.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” You whisper, giggling softly as he speeds the car up more.

“You remember where we met, yeah?” He asks. Of course, you did. It’s not every day people become best friends at the aquarium.

“Of course I do, why? Bin, they’re closed.” You laugh softly, looking over at him again.

“Do you trust me?” He asks again, pulling over to look you in the eyes.

“Always.” You mumble, unbuckling to kiss him deeply. “Always…” You mumble against his lips before pulling away.

He immediately drives to the aquarium, getting out of the truck to open the door for you. “After you~” He hums as you hop out of the truck.

“We can’t get in, they’re closed!” You hum again, kissing his cheek. He wraps his arm around your waist and leads you to the staff entrance.

“You sure?” He asks, pulling the door open. “I come here to relax all the time~” He hums, leading you inside. “Do you remember where we met?” He asks softly to which you nod excitedly.

“STINGRAYS!!” You squeal softly, pulling him to the stairs and then up to the stingray exhibit. “Woah…” You whisper, staring at them. “They’re so…”

“Beautiful..” Changbin whispers, looking over at you. “You know something…” He mumbles, squeezing your hand softly, looking you in the eyes.

“Binnie…” You mumble, slowly cupping his cheeks. “I know…” You whisper out. “You don’t have to say it, I already know… me too..” You mumble, kissing him deeply.

“Don’t let him hurt you again…” he whispers. “Just give me a chance, I promise you I won’t ever hurt you the way he does..” He says gently. “I promise you I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

“All you had to do was tell me how you felt…” You mumble, hugging him tightly. “I was just waiting for you…” You whisper, nuzzling your face into his chest.

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