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The B in Bang Chan is for Boyfriend [63/?]

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spring has sprung

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!, public sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, begging, creampie

a/n: to the lovely anon who sent me the ask abt chan fucking you while you’re on a picnic and you’re wearing a pretty lil sundress……. hi <3 u probably just wanted a little blurb but well here’s This instead lmao. nothing much but i hope u enjoy!!

“you’re spoiling me today!” he grins. 

chan’s dimples pop when he looks at you. he tongues his cheek as he leans back onto the quilted blanket and props himself up on his elbows. 

it’s true. he is being spoiled, but that’s your favorite way for him to be. chan loves intimate dates like this, tucked away from prying eyes and busy streets. he’s talked about how much he loves picnics before. the wistfulness in his eyes was so all-encompassing when he told you they reminded him of warm weather and home that you knew you had to do this for him. 

chan looks handsome and proud as he lazes on the blanket you’ve laid out. a heart-shaped, brown wicker basket sits to the side filled with finger foods and other snacks, alongside a homemade pitcher of pineapple lemonade. you’ve pulled out all the stops. 

how he can look so smug while his ears burn bright pink is amazing to you. he’s cute. he’s sexy. he’s so chan. you’re going to keep him. 

“show me again, will you?” 

you’re propped up on your palms across from him, and you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully at his question. chan giggles quietly at you and reaches out to run a strong hand up your naked calf. 

it’s easy to do as you’re asked. you’d tease him a little more if your heart weren’t pounding so hard in your chest and butterflies weren’t fluttering in your belly, but you never can seem to help yourself when it comes to chan. 

your legs part on their own accord, falling open all namby-pamby while you shake your head to move your hair out of your face. the thin, yellow dress you're wearing bunches around your waist to give chan the perfect view of your bare cunt, glistening wet and sweet in the warm sunlight. 

chan sucks a heavy breath through his teeth that makes your stomach swoop, and his knobby fingers walk their way to where you’re petal pink and wanting. 

the first touch of his thumb to your clit has your back bowing. as soon as the touch is there though, it’s gone. chan sucks his thumb into his mouth and hums at your taste, but he’s quick to bring his now slick digit back to your pussy. this time it’s smoother, wetter, and your fingers clench themselves into the blanket below you. 

“look at that,” he breathes. you do, bringing a hand up to pull your dress taut to your skin so that you can see chan rubbing slowly at your puffy clit without interruption. 

“d’you like it?” 

it’s a bit of a silly question, but you want to hear him talk more. 

he was just happy to get out of the studio for a little while and relax with his favorite person, so you know he wasn’t expecting this lovely little surprise. 

“i really, really like it. look at your little clit, oh my gosh. you’re perfect, baby.” 

his voice is quiet, focused solely on touching you so good that your legs threaten to close. he bites his bottom lip to try and contain his smile, but he can’t when he notices how shaky your legs are already. keeping his thumb where it is, chan rolls to the side so he’s closer to your cunt. 

you’re not expecting him to lean in and take a long whiff of where you’re leaking for him, and you try to keep the embarrassed squeal that threatens to leave your lips at bay. 

“christopher!” you cry, and all he does is giggle when you pull the cap off his head and hit him with it. “you’re a freak!” 

“heh. yeah, maybe. ceebs though.” 

the breath gets knocked from your lungs when he leans in again, this time only to lave his tongue around his thumb that’s still rubbing slow circles on your clit. you’re so lucky you chose somewhere private to have your little lunch date, otherwise everyone within walking distance would hear the way you keen for him. 

you lean your weight back on your palm and use your other hand to spread the lips of your pussy for him. he pats your thigh in thanks, shaking his head to bury his mouth deeper in your warmth. 

“that’s- oh, that’s it. suck on it like that, channie, please!” 

not one to tease when he’s just as turned on as you are, chan sucks your clit into his mouth. he sucks rhythmically, batting his tongue against it every now and then so perfectly that it makes your hole clench in desperation. chan turns his head to the side, nose pressed flush against the crease of your thigh, and flicks his tongue against you quickly. 

“mhm?” his question is muffled. your fingers have tangled themselves in his hair; he knows. chan’s breath is hot against your pussy, and you can feel yourself dripping sweat due to the combination of the warm sunlight and the pleasure your man is giving you. 

“mhm,” you whine back. your ass clenches as you raise your hips to try and get closer to his face. his mouth is so good, his lips are so plump and his tongue is so deft that no matter how much he gives you, you can’t get enough. “baby. baby, channie. need- need your cock in me so bad.” 

you sound almost winded, but chan’s just as worked up as you are. his eyes were closed, and he had to blink several times to focus his gaze on your face. 

“right here?” he asks, still pressed flush against your cunt. 

it’s secluded enough. honestly though at this point, it wouldn’t really matter to you. you need him so bad you’d let him have you almost anywhere. 

you answer him by tugging the top of your sundress down so that your tits spill over the thin cotton of the cups. chan looks to your face in awe, grin ever growing. as if in sync, you both reach for your newly exposed nipples at the same time. chan sits up and pinches one of the perky little buds between his fingers while you tweak the other one. 

“you’ve got a little something…” your sentence trails off, but you move your hand away to point at the lower half of his face and draw your finger in a half-assed, messy circle. 

his lips and chin are soaked, wet with you and his own spit. chan just smiles, and his precious dimples appear again. 

“oh really? i wonder what from.” 

he lays you fully on the blanket and smooths down your hair so it doesn’t touch the grass. you swear your heart skips a beat when he gently combs at your hair with his knobby fingers. chan is so thoughtful, so kind all the time that you never fail to remember how blessed you are. 

the taste of you is still strong on his tongue when he leans down to kiss you. chan brackets your body with his, strong arms framing your shoulders while he kisses you deeply and wholly. chan has a profound way of making you feel small and taken care of by how he carries himself, and this is no exception. 

you’re wetting the fabric of his shorts. you can tell by the way you rock against each other while you kiss. thank god his wardrobe still consists of so much black, otherwise you’d have to make him carry the picnic basket in front of him when you leave later. 

“please give me your cock,” you breathe against his lips. 

chan licks teasingly at the swell of your bottom lip but doesn’t wait for further instructions before he tugs his shorts down far enough to free his aching cock and balls. his cock is flushed a deep pink, the head a ruddy purple. 

“yeah? inside? right out here in the open?” 

you tilt your hips up, and chan’s eyes lock onto yours as he sheaths himself slowly inside until he’s settled balls deep. 

“ffffuck, shit,” he hisses. “this fucking pussy.” 

“mmm, your cock,” you echo, and he noses at your hairline.

it doesn’t take long before the echoes of your little wilderness tryst become frantic and loud. chan coaxes wet sounds from your cunt like it’s all he’s good for, bullying his cock inside so deep you swear you feel it in your throat. 

“y’look really pretty in this dress, did’ya know that?” his breathless question has you nodding your head. yes, you know. you wanted to look pretty for him. “good. ‘s good, you’re so pretty. hold- hold it, hold it up, yeah?” 

he wants to see. the skirt of your dress has already been flipped up, but you gather it and hold it closer to your body so chan can watch himself fuck you. you take it a step farther and slip the tiny straps of the top down your arms so you can pull it further down your body. the dress is bunched in the middle of your stomach now, your bouncing tits and sopping cunt free for chan’s eyes to roam. 

his thrusts turn sharp, hard. you know he’s close.

“you’ll cum inside me? you should. i need it inside, okay?” 

chan grunts like he’s in pain, and you moan in response when his top lip curls in a snarl. your hands map his broad back underneath the cotton of his t-shirt, reveling in how slick and warm his skin is from the sun and exertion. 

“how much?”

“all of it! i need- need it all inside! ‘til i’m dripping, please!” you wail. chan presses sloppy kisses to your heaving chest as his hand snakes down to roughly rub at your clit. it’s like an electric shock, and you wrap your arms and legs around his sturdy body to keep yourself tethered to earth. tethered to him. 

chan’s cock throbs. his balls ache. you want him to stuff you full of his cum right here, and he wants to give it to you. 

“alright, alright- don’t- fuck! fuck, keep clenching. gonna cum for you then. you gonna take it? just like you wanted, yeah?” 

chan rocks forward sharply and stills flush against the heat of your cunt. his balls are so heavy, and they ache to empty themselves inside your warmth. chan cums in ropes inside just as you asked, groaning against the clammy skin of your chest.

“baby come on, come on. do it, i can feel you clenching. you want it so bad, baby. there. there, oh that’s it, huh? come for me, sweetheart.” 

you shudder underneath him as you cum on his cock and his fingers, and chan settles more of his body weight on you just like he knows you crave after an intense orgasm. he smooths his fingers over your throbbing clit until you kick your foot lightly at his ass to let him know you’re done. 

chan slowly lifts himself up and sits back on his heels. the trees around you block most of the sunlight now, but you have to shade your eyes so you can see what your boyfriend is up to. his softened cock slips from your cunt. 

“push it out, sweetheart.” 

you hum a little, giggling with glee as you contract your cunt and feel his sticky cum begin to ooze from your used hole. 

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Again＆Again | Special Performance Movie Bang Chan

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a roommate's guide to healing (and falling in love)

sangyeon x reader

summary: after breaking up with your boyfriend of almost 1 year, you’re left with your roommate who helps make you feel better. little do you know, along with the healing comes falling in love.

genre: roommates to lovers, college au, slight angst in the beginning, getting over ex, PINING so bad, he's such a sweetie gentleman i cannot put it any other way, he also a little bit jealous, and he uses "darling" cause i said so, hurt/comfort, reader understandably cries a lot, drunk-ish confession, kissing warnings: being drunk? like two mild curse words :0 notes: sangyeon is so sweet i want him, also look who's writing more seriously!! and longer! word count: 6.9k

Discontentment. To feel discontentment is to feel disappointed, or unsatisfied with something. To feel discontentment is to feel a sense of anger and sadness. Discontentment is what haunted you on the day that you had most expected to feel the opposite: pleasure.

“It’s been three hours.” Your hands shook as you stood up from the table. The menu laid out on the surface, untouched and almost searing your eyesight with how long you’ve stared at the words. “It’s been three hours of me sitting here and of you not caring enough to show up to a date that I’ve planned for the longest time.”

The man’s–your boyfriend’s–eyes were narrowed. His face immediately contorted into that expression. That same sour expression that he always wore when he was about to blame you for something that you didn’t do.

“Maybe if you reminded me when I woke up today, I would have shown up,” He spat.

Your jaw clenched.

“I reminded you last night.”

He laughed bitterly. “Last night. I was in the middle of a game and that was when you reminded me.” You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill over. All it took is for a video game to prevent you and your boyfriend from having a simple date.

“You– you should have put a reminder on your phone or something,” You muttered.

“So now you’re stuttering? What, can’t you think of a better response?”

You stood there, your eyes trained on the floor and your hands clenched in fists. “A better response?” You reached over and grabbed your bag, crumpling the fabric with your grip. “A better response would be that for the past few months–almost a year, in fact, I’ve been trying.” Harshly, you poked a finger into his chest, making him stagger back with a scoff. “I’ve been trying to make this relationship work.”

“If you tried harde–”

“I have been!” You exclaimed. “I have been for the past few weeks! I planned dates, gave gifts, did everything to heal what we have going on. It’s you who doesn’t make an effort. It’s you who doesn’t care.”

“I do care, honey,” He said in an overly sweet tone that would originally have put butterflies in your stomach. But now, it only fills it with acid.

“You don’t,” You whispered, your voice beginning to shake. “And maybe I shouldn’t have wasted my time on trying to get you to in the first place.”

You walked past him without a single word, your hold on your bag only tightening.

“So you’re just going to break up with me like this?” He called out to you.

You stopped and turned around. “Yes,” You said. “And I hope you at least enjoyed the moments when I loved you.” You paused, letting a few tears roll down your cheeks. “Because I did. Unfortunately.”

You turned on your heel, this time letting out a quiet sob. Your heart, previously filled with joy and love was now plagued with what you call: discontentment.

–

Step 1: Hold them when they cry.

Sangyeon was beginning to feel like browsing through shows was his new career. He sighed, sinking down further into the chair, feeling like boredom would swallow him whole. He sat up though, finally, when he heard the door unlocking.

He knew that it was you. It always was you, ever since the two of you were assigned roommates because apparently, you two shared one interest together. One. And it was literally a movie that you watched briefly for fun and that Sangyeon had never watched but he accidentally pressed on it when the survey website for dorm roommate assignments glitched. Simply put, you guys didn’t have anything in common, but you made it work.

He knew it was you and he had expected that you would have a satisfied, happy smile on your face since you had announced excitedly that you were going on a date with your boyfriend before you left. What he didn’t expect, was for you to open the door, tears running down your face and small cries leaving your parched throat. 

Immediately, he stood up and walked over, taking your bag from your hand and setting it down gently. 

“Why are you crying, darling?” He looked you over, making sure you weren’t physically hurt. You shook your head, trying to respond, only for more sobs to come out of your mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows and bent down slightly so that your eyes would meet his. “What happened…” He muttered to himself.

Physical intimacy was never something you guys did. Ever. But at this moment, it was the only thing that seemed right. With a sigh, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. Immediately, warmth engulfed you as you buried your face in his chest and began to cry louder. Your hands came up to his shirt and you gripped tightly, as if to ask him to never let go.

He held you through it all, staying steady, even when you began to collapse from exhaustion. Slowly, he brought you over to your room and sat down with you on the bed. He gazed at you softly, worry evident in his eyes.

“You okay?”

You gave him a weak smile. “I don’t think so.”

Sangyeon nodded, sheepishly smiling back. “I figured.”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your hands nervously. It was the first time that your roommate has ever seen you so vulnerable like this.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He questioned. “I promise I’m a great listener.”

“There’s not much to say,” You laughed painfully. “I loved him and he didn’t love me back.”

Sangyeon’s expression saddened and without thinking, he took your hand in his, holding it tightly. “I’m sorry. You deserve much better.”

“Really?” You looked at him, unconvinced. “Because I’m beginning to doubt that after today.”

He frowned. “No, no, don’t think that. Not because of a shitty guy. He isn’t worth the person that you are.” 

You snorted, wiping some of the tears that had welled up in your eyes from Sangyeon’s kind words. “That’s really… flattering.”

He smiled genuinely. It was so different from what you were used to. When you were with your boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, you were so accustomed to seeing a simple quirk of a lip, sometimes accompanied by a roll of his eyes. Now, with your roommate, he was gazing at you with so much interest, so much earnestness. You didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie.”

You were about to respond, maybe with some half-hearted joke, but you were interrupted by a yawn. Your eyes blinked heavily as a bout of exhaustion suddenly hit you like a truck.

“Are you tired?” He tilted his head.

“Mhm,” You mumbled. “Trying to get over a boyfriend of eleven months is truly hard work.”

He chuckled, helping you climb into your covers. “I can imagine.” After he tucked the blankets over you, he turned away, probably to go to his own room. But that was when you realized just how cold you’ve become. It felt almost like the tears dried on your face had become frozen and you couldn’t help but shiver. You could’ve just pulled the blankets closer over you, but no. Instead, your hand reached out and grasped the hem of his shirt.

He froze and turned to you, wide-eyed.

“I…” You stuttered, letting go. “Sorry.”

But he seemed to read your mind. Quickly, he turned off the lights and climbed in with you. He made sure to keep his distance, practically dangling off the bed. You were encased in warmth once again, his body warmth spreading to yours.

“Sleep well,” He whispered. “I know it’s hard, but try to forget him. He hurt you too much for you to dwell on it any longer.”

“Okay,” You whispered. There were warning signs blaring in your mind right now. This was wrong. Sleeping in the same bed as your roommate? When just yesterday, you had only exchanged a few conversations? Was this too much? 

“I can hear you thinking.”

You went still. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” He replied, sleepily. “You’ve been through a lot already.”

After a few minutes, you couldn’t help but fall asleep comfortably, even after such a hard day. Sangyeon never mentioned how you cuddled up to his side in the middle night and he didn’t mention how you whined when he moved just slightly away from you.

–

Step 2: Make breakfast. 

P.S: Preferably waffles and ice cream with strawberries on top.

You awoke with extremely puffy eyes. Blinking repeatedly, you could see the familiar sight of the plushies lined up on your bed. One of them, your ex-boyfriend had bought you. You had smiled a lot that day. Well, up until he ditched you in the middle of the date so that he could watch a sports live stream. You could also recognize the sight of the light filtering through the windows, bringing in the natural light that always acted like your personal alarm. You turned on your side and that was when you jolted.

That definitely wasn’t familiar. The sight of Sangyeon, your roommate, sleeping in the same bed as you. He seemed to still have kept a distance, his arm and leg hanging off the bed, probably to make you feel more comfortable. You leaned forward, waving a hand over his face to check if he was still sleeping. But with the shuffle of the blankets, he peeked an eye open.

“You’re awake?” He said, his voice rougher and deeper than usual.

“I was awake before you.” You giggled.

He smiled back and sat up, reaching his arms up and stretching slightly which revealed a sliver of his stomach. You gulped and looked away.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked like the caring angel that he was.

You nodded. “I think I did, surprisingly.”

“And you’re feeling…” He trailed off.

“Like shit.”

He pursed his lips and he got off the bed. You moved to follow him but he stopped you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Just wait here.”

You eyed him with curiosity but you climbed back into bed. You were still tired from all the tears shed so you sank back into the blankets, resting your eyes.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before he opened the door to your room. In his hands was a tray. On that tray was a beautiful sight. There were two waffles, ice cream on top, and strawberries as a delicious decoration. He set it down on the bed and kneeled next to it.

“I figured you would like this?” He grinned.

You stared at it in utter shock. “Sangyeon… you– you didn’t have to. I’m fine, you know?”

“Still.” He frowned. “I’ve yet to have any classes. I want to help make you feel better.”

The word want hit you like a damn arrow in the heart. Never in your life, never in your time when you had dated your ex-boyfriend, did he say that he wanted anything with you. He never wanted to spend time with you. He never wanted to hug you when you were sad and he never wanted to make you waffles with ice cream and strawberries. 

Before you knew it, you were staring down at the food, the ice cream now melting in globs, with tears rolling down your face again. He noticed and his sleeve gently came up to your face, patting them away.

“I’m sorry,” You muttered, sniffling and shying away from his gentle touch. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It’s just–”

“It’s okay,” He reassured. “It’s okay to cry. There’s no rush in healing.”

You sighed, trying to compose yourself. You reached forward and began to eat. Immediately, your eyes brightened, your tears long forgotten.

“It tastes so good!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were a cook.”

He flushed slightly with bashfulness. “I guess I am? Never thought of myself that way…”

As you worked on finishing your breakfast, the whole time, Sangyeon didn’t leave your side, even when you insisted that you were fine. He sat beside you and he started to talk about some new shows that he watched. Every time you would smile and laugh, he would feel accomplished. That was all he wanted anyway. For you to feel happy.

“Sangyeon?” You nudged him.

“Hm?” He turned to you.

“I never had a chance to thank you. I know that this was very sudden and it must be a burden for you to try to make me feel better. But… still, I really, really appreciate it.”

“It really is my pleasure,” He spoke softly. “He hurt you and… I can’t change that. But I could help you feel happier. We can spend time together, I promise that you won’t bother me. I am a very patient man.”

You laughed brightly at his joke. “You really are a great roommate… and friend.”

He smiled and pulled you into a hug. And you could have imagined it, but you felt a kiss being pressed to the top of your head.

–

Step 3: Hold them when they cry again.

Over the past few days, the two of you had been spending more and more time together. You still felt a bit upset, often finding yourself looking through his social media or longingly staring at the selfies that you would take with him. But with Sangyeon, it was much easier to forget the bad memories.

Today, the two of you were enjoying your own activities. Sangyeon was sitting next to you, reading a book like the peaceful man he was. You were just on your phone, texting your friend. Occasionally, you would laugh at her countless angry emojis, directed to your ex-boyfriend.

And although you really didn’t want to, you found yourself wandering to the past texts with him. Your eyes drooped when you read them over and over. You never realized how closed off he was. His dry, one-word responses, sometimes even leaving you on read, left your heart sinking.

“Do you think…” You spoke up.

Sangyeon looked up at you.

“Nevermind.”

“You can tell me.”

You held your breath before exhaling deeply.

“Do you think that I was being clingy?” Your voice was so quiet. “I mean, maybe if I didn’t try so hard we would have lasted longer.”

He looked taken aback for a second before he shook his head, insistently. “Definitely not. You were doing your best.”

You bit your lip. “I did my best.”

He nodded. “You did.”

“But it still hurts.”

Your face contorted and you were choking on tears again. No, no, not again. You’ve already cried so many times in front of Sangyeon. You tried desperately to hold your sobs back but it was of no use.

“I’m crying again,” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“And I don’t mind at all.” He smiles. “Sometimes, you just have to get it all out.”

“You’re insufferable,” You bitterly laughed through your tears, wiping them away harshly. “And obnoxiously caring.”

“Only for you,” He whispered, grinning cheekily before putting his book down. His hand came up to your cheeks, softly wiping away the tears himself. “You’re hurt but that doesn’t mean you can’t heal. It takes time. All you can do is continue to try. You have me to lean on.” 

And that’s what you did. You leaned your head on his broad shoulder, letting the tears fall. His arm came around you, holding you and reminding you that you were safe. And for the first time in a while, you did.

–

Step 4: Make them laugh.

After a week or so, you were feeling much better. Sangyeon still didn’t leave you. In fact, over time, you grew closer than ever before. You knew most of his favorite things and you had even memorized his Chinese takeout order. Sangyeon learned much about you too. He learned that you liked to lean on his shoulder. You had told him that he was very warm and a great heater. Though, you never slept in the same bed again since that night.

One day, he invited you to take a walk in the park.

It was a chilly evening so you couldn’t help but shiver slightly. That was when he took off his jacket and draped it over you.

“You’re such a gentleman,” You praised. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

He laughed, embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck. “I believe I was just raised like this.”

“That’s good!” You nodded, enthusiastically. “It’s good to be a gentleman. Makes it easier for you to find someone to date. Hey, speaking of, why don’t you date anyone?”

He froze, turning to you with reddening cheeks.

“I’m sure it would be easy for you. You meet all the criteria.”

“Criteria… like what?” He eyed you, slightly terrified.

“Being a gentleman is one. Mmm… you can cook! That’s also good.” You nudged his shoulder with a knowing smile, looking him up and down. “And you definitely fit the criteria in terms of looks.”

He sputtered and his ears were now red. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious! I know people who would kill to be with you. Seriously, it would be like a piece of cake.”

He jerked his head away stubbornly. “I don’t really want to.”

You pouted. “Why not?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips and he licked his own. Suddenly, he was losing his breath and his heartbeat was racing. 

“I… uh–” He shut his eyes as he tried to think of an excuse other than a certain person that he might be crushing on. “I have no flirting skills.”

You gaped at him, completely speechless. And then you burst out into giggles, your eyes squinting and your laugh resonating through the quiet night atmosphere. He stared at you silently, instead admiring your beautiful laugh.

“Can’t flirt?” You laughed, gasping for air. “We can work on that.”

But Sangyeon only gazed at you with silence.

“Your laugh is really cute,” He suddenly blurted out.

You froze and pointed at yourself. When he nodded, frozen like a deer in headlights, you burst out into a bright smile which only made his heart beat even faster. 

“You can definitely flirt, Sangyeon.”

“That was a compliment.”

“Same thing.” You rolled your eyes, fondly.

–

Step 5: Take them out to their favorite place.

Sangyeon took in a deep breath, holding it for a while before exhaling slowly. He rocked on his shoes, shoving his hands in his pockets before pulling them out because they had gotten too sweaty. He didn’t know why he was so nervous.

It wasn’t a date.

He knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious anyway. Earlier in the day, he had asked you where your favorite place to go was. You replied with this one place that sold delicious lattes and beautiful desserts. It was your go-to spot for pretty pictures and amazing food. 

“Let’s go.”

You straightened at that. “What? Really?”

Sangyeon nodded, smiling proudly (adorably). “I’ll pay. We can enjoy our time there.”

And you couldn’t hold in your excitement after that. Practically jumping off the walls, you ran into your room to “get ready”. Sangyeon was a bit confused at that because he thought that you looked perfect as you did.

He continued to wait, arranging the plants randomly to calm his nerves. The sound of the door startled him as he turned around. That was when he felt his heart practically explode at the sight of you.

You stood there, awkwardly at the door. Your hair was styled neatly and you had put on a much nicer outfit. It suited you perfectly. In fact, you had bought it specifically for one of your future dates… that never ended up happening. But now that Sangyeon was taking you, you could finally wear it.

You played with your hair nervously when you noticed that he was just staring at you wordlessly, his lips slightly parted. 

“Did I dress up too much?” You gave him a small smile. You tilted your head at him and then you stifled a laugh. He was blushing.

“N-no.” He cleared his throat, looking down at the floor to avoid staring too much. You took a few steps closer. And then you hooked a finger under his chin, making him face you. He flushed even brighter, his breath stuttering.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Sangyeon?” You grinned slyly.

“Mhm,” He hummed, swallowing nervously.

“Sure.” You giggled. 

As you two were walking to where the small bakery was, Sangyeon was oddly quiet. You did most of the talking, rambling about the best cupcakes and pastries that you’ve tried there. He had only nodded, taking constant glances at you. And the whole time, his ears were a bright red.

“The drinks are really good too,” You continued. “I’ve only tried a few but the matcha one was probably my favorite.”

He stayed silent.

“Sangyeon?”

…

“You look really pretty.” His voice was quiet yet sincere. 

You stopped in your tracks and turned to him with surprise. His words caught you off guard. It was often a rare occurrence that your ex-boyfriend would compliment you so boldly. Sangyeon was a nice change of pace.

“Oh,” You breathed out. “Thank you.”

You could see how his stiff shoulders had finally relaxed and how his uptight expression had returned to his usual, peaceful one. You observed him curiously.

“Were you quiet this whole time because you were working up the courage to compliment me?” You smirked.

He smiled nervously and he walked faster in response.

You laughed and ran after him. He was cute when nervous.

–

Step 6: Don’t let feelings get involved.

Sangyeon had liked you for the longest time. Though, it wasn’t “love at first sight.” It was a slow process of him admiring your adorable habits and learning more about you. But of course, you were taken the whole time so he couldn’t quite do anything about it. He just watched you from afar, making sure that you weren’t hurt.

Even after you had broken up with your ex-boyfriend, he refused to make a move. He has this fear of overwhelming you more so he stayed quiet, instead focusing more on helping you heal.

“I got invited to a party?” You looked up at him with a mix of excitement and confusion.

“Are you going?” He tilted his head.

You thought for a moment. “I guess so. It says I can bring a plus one.”

He went silent at that.

“Who should I bring?” You laid your head in the palm of your hands. “Not many options.”

Sangyeon didn’t say anything, only staring at you with soft, longing eyes.

“There’s this guy in my literature class…” You wondered. “He seemed nice when I spoke to him. Maybe him?”

Sangyeon clenched his jaw. “I don’t think so.”

Don’t get feelings involved. 

“Oh, okay.” You eyed him with slight perplexion. “What about the guy who my friend tried to get me to go on a blind date with?”

He quirked up an eyebrow. “You don’t know him though.”

You nodded, sighing. “That’s true. Okay, how about the–”

“You can take me.” He interjected.

Your mouth fell open at his sudden bluntness. He stared back. Something behind his eyes was filled almost with… hope. And something else but you couldn’t tell what exactly. 

“Uh–” You stuttered. “I can! That’s a great idea actually.”

He visibly relaxed. But then he tensed again when he realized that you were gazing at him with amusement.

“What is it?” He looked at you cautiously.

“You know…” You grinned, leaning forward on the table. “You could have said you wanted to be my plus one in the first place. No need to be shy, Sangyeonie.”

He bit his lip and stood up abruptly. You could see that his ears have turned red again. 

“I’m going to study.”

“You said that you don’t have any classes yet though!” You called after him with a laugh.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, bringing a hand to his face to cover it.

–

Step 7: Don’t bring up the ex-boyfriend.

To get over someone who has hurt you, Sangyeon made it a point not to mention your ex-boyfriend. He feared to bring back any new memories and he hated seeing you cry. For the past two months, he never brought up that man. He made sure that you would never have to talk about him again.

Until you did.

It was when he had come home and as he walked past your room, he had noticed that you were dozing off and sprawled out on the bed. As silently as he could, he approached you and tucked you into the blankets properly.

“You’ll get a cold,” He whispered, furrowing his eyebrows.

You blinked your eyes open and you smiled sleepily up at him.

“You’re back,” You giggled.

“Yeah and you’re–” He paused, leaning closer. It was then that he noticed your cheeks were flushed red and your eyes were in a daze. He brushed a strand of hair from your face gently as he knelt down next to you, peering at you with concern. “Are you drunk?”

You only giggled louder. “Noooo. I’m not.”

He frowned. 

“Don’t! Don’t…” You mumbled, slurring and tripping over your words. Suddenly, you sat up in bed, startling him. You were hit with a sudden feeling of dizziness and you nearly fell forward. Sangyeon was quick to lean in so that you could rest your forehead on the crook of his neck. His hand tentatively came to the small of your back, in which you keened into his touch. 

“Don’t?” He prompted.

“Don’t give me that expression.” Your hands came up to his chest, punching him weakly.

“What expression?”

“That– worried one,” You whispered. “The one where you frown and look all concerned for me.”

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

“Because!” You exclaimed suddenly. “Because. It makes me feel weird inside.”

He held his breath, pulling away. 

“You know my ex-boyfriend?” You smiled lazily.

He gulped. “What about him?”

“He never had that look on his face. For the eleven months that we dated. He never– cared for me like you did.” You pouted. And for a second, Sangyeon feared that maybe you were going to cry again. But instead, you took his hand in his, playing with his fingers. His eyes widened and he looked up at you curiously. “And before you ridicule me for thinking of him again… I don’t. I don’t think of him anymore. I think that I’m completely over him.”

He let out a breath of relief as he smiled. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.” Slowly, his hands came to your shoulders and brought you to lie back down. He tucked you in, just like he always did.

“Do you want to know who I think of these days?” You slurred.

Sangyeon gazed at you wordlessly. He had expected you to answer with one of those handsome actors or charming celebrities. But instead–

“I think of you.”

He inhaled sharply. He bit back a shy smile. For all he knew, you could be lying. You weren’t in the right state of mind after all. And so, he shook out of it.

“We can talk about this later, darling,” He spoke quietly. “But I…” He trailed off when he realized that you had already fallen asleep. Silently, to himself, for once after so long, he spoke his feelings out loud.

“I also think of you. Every single day.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

–

Step 8: Sleep in separate beds.

Of course, this was self-explanatory. But apparently, even that was a hard rule to follow. Especially since you’ve always been a clingy person. The weather was cold and Sangyeon knew that you hated it. What he didn’t expect was for you to show up in his room in the middle of the night, your pillow tucked under your arm.

He blinked his eyes open and sat up as he brought his hand up to tame the mess of his slightly curly hair.

“Need something?”

“It’s cold,” You whined.

He frowned. “If you want, you can borrow this blanket.”

“No.” You refuted, stubbornly. “You’re a great human heater.”

He stared at you in confusion. “And…?”

You groaned. “Must I say it straight up?”

He only replied with an innocent look.

“Let me sleep in your bed.”

His mouth formed a silent ‘o.’ It was literally two in the morning. He had no energy to even be flustered. With a sigh, he opened his covers, inviting you in.

“Roommates…” He mumbled as you eagerly climbed in. “More like bedmates.”

You glared. “Grumpy?”

He whined. “It’s so late. You woke me up, dummy.” And you couldn’t help but smile fondly at his pouty lips and squinted eyes. Sleepy Sangyeon was indeed a very endearing sight.

Again, physical intimacy wasn’t something that you two were used to. Or at least you thought. Lately, your hands were constantly somewhere on him and vice versa. You guys liked to hug. He liked to put a hand on your waist to guide you in crowded places. It became sort of… normal.

So, naturally, like this was an everyday thing, you buried your face into his chest. With a satisfied hum, he pulled you closer with his arm, holding you securely and warmly.

“Roommates,” You mumbled to yourself. “More like very close cuddlers.”

“Interesting observation,” He muttered before he was knocked out into dreamland.

–

Step 9: Don’t initiate physical intimacy.

That rule’s been broken a long, long time ago. But Sangyeon thought that hugs and cuddling were pretty normal for friends. Platonic. No romance. Just friends. So he had no problem following this rule.

Up until you were sitting on his lap.

He felt like he could explode with how close you were. This wouldn’t have happened if he had just said no to your pleas to tie his hair.

“Are you done?” He grumbled.

“Stay still.” You glowered at him. He would never admit but he absolutely loved your fingers running through his hair. He loved the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, combing through the strands.

“What exactly is it that you’re doing anyway?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you intently. You paused at his prolonged eye contact, gulping. You truly had forgotten how close your faces were.

“I’m doing pigtails,” You muttered, praying that your face wasn’t visibly turning red.

He snorted. “Okay, knock yourself out.” And then he smirked as he gazed up at you with amusement. His stare seared you and you couldn’t help but jolt in his lap. Something in the way he studied all of your features, made you feel like your heart was melting from inside out.

Suddenly, you felt a hand sneak to the small of your back, holding you closer and securely.

“Stay still.”

And he had the audacity to smile wider. You were just… speechless. Just before, he was complaining that he didn’t want you on his lap. And now… you didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.

With an embarrassed huff, you slapped his chest weakly. “Remember when you said that you couldn’t flirt? Look at you now. You’re teasing me.” 

His stare shifted into something less amused. You couldn’t place your finger on it but it was almost… like yearning.

“What if my intention wasn’t to tease?” He said quietly, his eyes flickering down to your lips again. He had been doing that for a while now and you noticed.

You held your breath, both of your hands falling to rest against his chest, the warmth and pounding heartbeat thrumming through your fingertips.

“Then what were you doing?” You whispered, your voice quivering.

And his answer was so vague. It was so vague that it left you awake at night, going over his words over and over again, trying to find any sort of meaning behind it. You even tossed and turned for way too many nights.

“Anything but teasing.”

–

Step 10: Don’t fall in love.

You have definitely underestimated how many people would be at the party. You stood before the building, taking deep breaths through your nose. You glanced down at your outfit. It was out of your comfort zone, but just before, Sangyeon had assured you that you looked amazing. But still, you couldn’t help but stand there, frozen on the spot as you observed the many people dancing and laughing, drinks in hand.

Your breath hitched when you felt a large hand wound around your waist. You looked to your right and Sangyeon appeared before you, giving you a soothing smile.

“Nervous?” His thumb ran circles to calm you.

You squeezed your eyes shut hoping you could just teleport away from here. “Yes.”

“Don’t be.” He shook his head. “You look beautiful.”

You bit your lip, fighting back that smile that seemed to appear a lot more than normal when around Sangyeon. “It’s not that.” You gestured to the crowds of people. “There’s just so… many.”

He glimpsed at the sight. And instead of responding immediately, he pulled you closer to his side.

“I’ll be right by your side. I won’t leave, promise.” He looked at you with a sincere gaze. “Call me your personal bodyguard.”

You laughed, slowly feeling your nerves dissipate. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course.” He grinned.

The party wasn’t as bad as you had expected. As you entered, you found that the crowds of people slowly started to scatter, leaving you a chance to breathe. As time passed, you started to have more fun. Occasionally, a classmate would walk by, notice you, and have a quick conversation. You noticed that every time that happened, Sangyeon’s grip on your waist would tighten ever so slightly, looming over you almost protectively.

Your ears perked when you heard a slow song come on. A quick glance at Sangyeon and he was already standing up, offering his hand.

“Dance with me, if you please.” He gave you a quirked-up smile.

You giggled and took his hand. As if it were the most natural thing, your arms looped around your neck and his hands came to your waist. Sangyeon’s soft eyes never left yours. 

After the song ended, Sangyeon left briefly to get drinks. That was when you heard a familiar voice behind you. A voice that you dreaded.

“Got a new boyfriend already?” The man snarked. You turned around and frowned at the sight. He looked much worse for wear, his eyes tired. He looked almost… intoxicated.

“What are you doing here?” 

He ignored your question. “And you claim that I didn’t care for you anymore? Going off and cheating on me.”

“I didn’t.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s be completely honest. We’re not together anymore and we never will be.” You had no more energy to argue with him anymore. You’ve done that for way too many months now. So instead, you turned around only to come face-to-face with Sangyeon. He was staring down at you worriedly.

“Everything okay?” He looked you over.

“Hm?” You widened your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“We should get out of here.” He pulled you in protectively. “He was bothering you.”

You gulped and looked up at him in utter confusion. “Sangyeon. I’m okay, I swear.”

But he ignored your words. He pulled you through the crowds and out the door. You stared after him, perplexed. The walk back to your dorm was short and quiet. You could see just how bothered Sangyeon had become. His jaw was clenched and there was a crease in between his eyebrows. 

When you reached the hallway, the both of you were just about to reach the door when he whirled you around.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?” You whispered, looking at him frantically.

“Did he hurt you?” He looked you over, his hands wandering down your arms to check.

“No, no–” You gazed up at him in complete surprise. “I’m… okay. I promise.”

He let out a breath of relief. “You worried me. I was afraid he did something.” 

You looked up at him, your lips parted in shock. You grew silent as you watched him ramble on and on about how he should’ve been by your side, should’ve protected you better. You felt something deep in your stomach and it was slowly rising up to your heart, making it beat erratically. You watched as he looked you over with soft, gentle eyes. Whatever he was saying had become muffled through your ears.

You began to scrutinize the many ways that Sangyeon had taken care of you. Even after so many months, he never failed to look you over. He never failed to give you the sweetest compliments, make you laugh, or make you blush.

Suddenly, the feeling of his hand coming up to the side of your face, brushing a piece of hair gently away from your finger, brought you back to your senses. It just hit you.

It was him and it always had been.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He frowned. “You look a little pale.” His hand took hold of yours, about to unlock the door of your shared dorm. 

“Sangyeon, wait.”

That was when you pulled his hand harshly, so harshly that he was right up against your body. One of his hands rested against the wall, caging you against the corridor wall.

He gulped, looking down at you with surprise.

“Hello,” He whispered, in a complete daze.

“Hi.” You replied, a smile growing on your lips.

“Are you teasing me, darling?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No,” You breathed out.

“I doubt it.” He laughed lightly. “You really do joke around a lot.” 

Your hand took hold of his collar. And then you pulled him in, close enough that your lips brushed against his. “I really like you a lot.”

He widened his eyes, his breath stuttering. 

“What?” He muttered. You could hear his heartbeat.

“I said that I like you.” You managed to say, feeling out of breath for some reason. “I’ve fallen for you, Sangyeon.”

“You’re not… you’re not being serious right?” He leaned his forehead against yours, his lips so close to yours. If you could just lean in–

“Want me to prove it?”

“Please,” He whispered. Your fingers came to grasp his collar once again. And you closed the distance between you. He was frozen for a second before he groaned quietly in satisfaction. The two of you didn’t seem to care that you were kissing right in the middle of a corridor where anyone could catch you. You both were too caught up in the moment. His hands came to hold your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You hummed and pressed closer, your hands resting against his chest. It was a slow, sweet kiss, just the two of you with tilted heads and growing smiles against each other’s lips. You licked the bottom of his lip briefly before pulling away, making him chase you adorably for more.

You gazed at him, your eyes sparkling with newfound feelings blooming in your chest. Or maybe they’ve always been there.

“Oh,” He breathed out, his eyes glossed over.

You suppressed a loud laugh, in hopes of not waking up your neighbors. When he only continued to gaze at you with that lovesick expression, you felt your face grow hot. And so you punched him in the chest, making him wince.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re in love with me.”

Sangyeon gaped at you. And then he laughed. He laughed deeply (and very attractively, dare you add) as he pulled you into his chest and he nuzzled his cheek against your head lovingly.

“I am in love with you. You just failed to notice.” He whispered, hugging you tightly.

“Oh. Oh my god.” It all came crashing down on you. The fleeting touches, the fond smiles… 

He shook his head, pulling away to look you in the eye. “I tried to hide it anyway.”

You snorted. “Great acting skills.”

But Sangyeon didn’t respond to your sarcastic joke. Instead, his eyes fell to your lips once again. You held your breath, your eyes wandering to his own, red and slightly swollen. You had expected him to just lean in. But instead, he asked a question.

“Can I kiss you?”

You stared at him incredulously. “You’re going to ask now? After you just made out with me in a hallway?”

“I was raised a gentleman.”

You hummed, amused. “A very fine, lovely gentleman indeed,” You sang, teasingly.

He groaned. “Shush.” And his lips were on yours in just a second, pressing deeply, more passionately than before. Soon enough, the door has been unlocked–you wondered how he did that even while being so… preoccupied. You were being pushed into your dorm, his mouth still on yours, moving intensely.

He pulled away to catch his breath. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?”

You bit your lip shyly. “You have.”

“Then allow me to tell you over and over.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Until you’re nothing but a shy mess.”

You felt your cheeks flush hotly and your throat went dry as you hid your face in his chest. He already succeeded.

[chan4evurrr]

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[chan4evurrr]

can’t get you off my mind

all good love stories start with a drunk stranger, don’t they?

warnings: mentions of alcohol, fem!reader

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 4k

it starts at a bar. 

or really, it starts with a man at a bar. one that you’ve seen before in passing, a familiar face in a sea of more familiar faces. someone who you’ll later learn is one third of your best friend changbin’s production team, someone who you should have met years ago probably, someone who you would find is the perfect puzzle piece that fits into your jagged edges.

but right now, he is just a man at a bar with a beer in hand and a ridiculously dopey smile on his face. 

“marry me, please,” he says, absolutely serious but it’s a bit diluted from the way his words were slurred around the edges. “or i’ll have to kidnap you.”

“excuse me?” you raise a brow at him, his image swimming a bit as you turn your head to fully take him in. you’re not drunk, but youre a couple glasses of wine deep and you’re not known for being fully articulate whilst sober anyways. 

“i swear i’m going to marry you,” he says, eyes wide as he looks at you. “you might be the most perfect person i’ve ever seen.”

you’re not overly fond of men you haven’t met hitting on you, but this one seems a bit harmless. if you ignored the part where he said he would kidnap you. at least he wasn’t grabbing onto you or trying to touch you - that would have sent your fist flying towards his face and probably a swift exit from the bar. it was a little weird that you didn’t find him weird, but in retrospect you must have known, even then. 

“okay, listen,” you put your hands on your hips, giving him an unimpressed look. “if you find me when you’re sober, ask me again and maybe i’ll reconsider.”

“okay,” he nods, hair moving along with his movement like a puppy’s ears. “i can do that. i’ll find you, i promise. i’m gonna marry you, did you know?”

“so i’ve heard,” you roll your eyes, already feeling a bit fond about him. you didn’t think you’d meet him again, but you were sure that you’d look at this night with a fond smile later. 

he sends you the brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on a person and scampers off, and you stand rooted to that one sticky spot in the bar for longer than you want to admit.

–

he’s in the back of your mind when you wake up the next morning, in a better mood than most - you never liked waking up early, it always took you a good hour and some coffee to be able to stand without grimacing. this morning though, you float around your apartment as you get dressed with a small smile on your face. 

a cute stranger who kept his boundaries and called you perfect? that wasn’t something that happened often, at least not to you. 

the floatiness followed you all the way through your morning routine until you found your feet stopping outside the coffee shop that you and changbin all but owned. you had no stock in it, but you’re sure that you supply them at least half of their revenue, you probably sit on their rickety chairs more often than your actual couch at home. this place has nursed you through every college class and job interview preparations and beyond, and if it ever closed you might lose time off of your life span. 

your movements from the door to the counter to your usual seat were robotic, muscle memory taking over while your head did somersaults through the clouds. it’s only when you take the first sip of coffee, the bitterness and heat hitting your tongue in a delightful dance, that you notice it. 

another man is sitting next to changbin. a man that looks awfully familiar, and it takes you a moment to realize why. it’s the man from the bar. 

“changbin?” you keep your eyes on the other man as you direct your question at changbin, trying hard to keep your face neutral. “explain?”

“i’m chan,” the man interjects before changbin can answer, reaching his hand across the table for you to shake. it’s warm, his grip somewhere perfectly in the middle of too hard and too soft, and he lets go after an appropriate amount of seconds. despite the neutral passivity of the gesture, you feel something ignite within you, and it threatens to sputter out when you catch no spark of recognition in his eyes. was he that drunk last night that he doesn’t remember you? do his sober eyes not find you as perfect?

“he crashed at my place last night,” changbin’s voice filters through your turmoil, and you finally break away from chan’s gaze to level him with a look. “and he needed coffee, so i brought him along. chan, this is y/n, my best friend.”

the conversation that followed flowed more freely than the coffee dripping from the machines behind the counter, and you almost hate how much you like it. chan is a little goofy, the man from the previous night shining through moments of seriousness and rapt attention. 

by the time you had to leave to go to work you felt like you knew him. you learned where he lived (close to you!), that he worked with changbin (he’s a producer!), and that he loved all animals but he adored dogs (he has one named berry!). just an hour of casual conversation had led to you needing more of him in every aspect of your life, but still in the back of your head lived the thought of him not remembering you from the night before.

changbin leaves first, citing some meeting he had to run to in the middle of a yawn, and when you were left with chan the embarrassment began to set in. 

“i’m going to marry you,” he blurts out, startling you so much you almost jump out of your seat. 

“what?” you ask, a mixture of surprise and disbelief combining into a confusing vortex within your head - was he going to go through this again? you didn’t know if your heart could take it. 

“i mean, i remember you,” he says before you could awkwardly excuse yourself and commit to getting to work early for the first time in a year just to escape being in a room alone with him for much longer. “i’m sorry, i was just embarrassed. i didn’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of changbin.”

“oh,” your breath leaves you all at once and you slump into your chair, understanding hitting you like a train. “that makes sense? i think?”

“i’m going to marry you,” he repeats, a mischievous glint in his eyes, the boy from last night shining through. “one day. i’m going to do it.”

“take me on a date first,” you tease back, a genuine smile stretching across your lips when he laughs, a full bodied thing that drew in eyes from the patrons across the room. for once, you didn’t seem to care that others’ eyes were on you. he made you feel comfortable. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” his mouth turns upwards into a beautiful smile that you can’t help but return. 

“eager, are we?” you open your phone, sliding it across the table with the new contact page open on it. “i’m free.”

“you’re the most perfect person i’ve ever laid eyes on,” he says, as serious and genuine as the way he had proposed to you last night as he taps his number into your phone. “sorry if i’m a bit desperate.”

“don’t apologize,” you take your phone back, making a mental note to text him later. “i like it, for some unearthly reason. you’re cute, chan.”

the sound of his delighted laugh follows your footsteps all the way to work. 

— 

he picks you up for your first date at noon, right on the dot. he wasn’t a minute late, a polite knock sounding through your apartment just as the hour turned, as if he had been waiting and watching the time outside the door. 

god, is everything about this man endearing? 

he’s wearing shorts and a light sweater, looking like something out of a posh magazine. his hair is curly and swept off his forehead and he’s wearing a smile with the most adorable dimples shining through. 

he leads you to his car and you have to hold back an impressed whistle. you knew changbin and his team did well for themselves, the name 3racha all over the credits of songs on the radio, but this car was nice. you were going to have a talk with changbin about why he still drove the same beat up sedan he’s had since college but that was a thought for later. right now all you wanted to think about was the man who held the door open for you to slide into the passenger seat and was now holding your hand over the middle console. 

“do i get to know where we’re going?” you ask, peering at the map open on his phone but it tells you nothing more than that your destination was 15 minutes away and that he had to make a right turn in one mile. 

“it’s a surprise,” he says, voice a little nervous but it was masked with excitement. wherever he was taking you, you would be happy to be there if he was this happy the whole time. 

four songs on the radio later, one of which you teased him for when he revealed that he wrote it, he was pulling into a parking lot illuminated by flashing colorful lights. he had brought you to the fair. 

“i’ve never been to the fair!” you bounced a little in your seat, wriggling in excitement. “i’ve always wanted to go, how did you know?”

“lucky guess?” he shrugs, avoiding your gaze as he cuts the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt. 

“changbin told you, didn’t he,” you smile at the thought of chan asking his friend about what you’d like. it was cute, a word that you were probably exhausting when thinking about him even after a day of knowing him. 

“yes, but,” he flushes, the tips of his ears burning red. “i asked him after i had decided to come here, just to make sure it was a good idea. i didn’t steal it from him.”

“hey, it’s okay,” you squeeze his hand in yours that he had yet to let go of in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. you didn’t know what brought him calmness yet, but you wanted to learn. you wanted to learn everything about him. “now, take me to the fair, bang chan. i was promised a date.”

he finally meets your eyes again and he’s grinning so happily that you feel like you had just won a prize. who needed a fair when you had your very own carnival game right here? 

it turns out, you did. by the time the sun was beginning to set, your arms were full of various plushies that chan had won for you, each one earning him a hug and a kiss to his cheek. you treasured every single one, the fluttering in your chest when he stepped up to the booths to throw and shoot various things never ceasing. 

“let’s go to the ferris wheel,” you tug at him with your free hand, thanking the skies when you see no queue there. “i bet the sunset looks beautiful from the top.”

he’s quiet when he follows you there and into the carriage, his thigh pressing against yours as he slides in next to you, but you don’t notice in your excitement. it isn’t until the wheel ticks to the top and stops that he grabs your hand again, trembling a little. 

“chan? are you okay?” you ask, concern warping your voice as you turn towards him. your movement rocks the carriage a bit and he turns pale, ducking his head into your neck to hide. 

“yeah, ‘m okay,” he murmurs, his eyelashes ticking your skin when he blinks his eyes shut. “just don’t like heights very much.”

“oh my god, why didn’t you tell me?” you cry out, jumping a bit and regretting it when you rock the carriage again. “nevermind that, what can i do? it’ll go down soon, you’ll be alright.”

“just keep holding my hand?” he squeezes your fingers lightly and your heart melts. you may have made a joke that he was just trying to trick you into holding his hand any other time, but the fear in his shaking body was real and you’d never tease him for that. 

“of course,” you press a kiss to his hair, moving your other hand slowly to wrap around your intertwined fingers. the wheel begins to turn again, swaying the carriage as it descends. you keep your grip on his hand tight the entire time, all the way until you’re on your feet again on steady ground. 

“i’m so sorry,” you begin to say, the horror of subjecting him to his fear creeping up now that the crisis has passed. 

“i’m going to marry you,” he says, cutting off your apology and lifting your hands to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back of yours. “no one’s ever been able to keep me that calm. thank you.”

you were left speechless after that and all you could do was smile at him, the ghost of it not leaving your face for the rest of the night. 

–

your thirty first date with chan ends with you crying into changbin’s arms, utterly confused and the feeling of despair creeping up your veins. you had met him your cafe as you had done several times since the fair, but when you arrived he wasn’t there. he came late, dark storms in his eyes and a hard set to his jaw and you didn’t understand what had made him like that. the usual smile and twinkle in his eyes were missing, and when you and asked him about what was wrong he had snapped at you in a way you hadn’t been talked to in years. 

you had left after that, brushing him off when his eyes had widened and he reached for you while calling out your name. you know that you should have given him a chance to explain, but at the time you were too hurt to consider it. 

you made your way to changbin’s apartment without thinking, your feet taking you to safety before your head could catch up. changbin had taken one look at your face before wrapping you up in his arm, walking you to his couch so he could cuddle you properly while words spilled out of you like a leaky faucet. you felt like you were back in college, crying and blubbering over a boy who had rejected you at a party, and you hated it. 

you didn’t notice changbin sending an angry text to chan, but the sound of changbin’s door opening with a bang startled you out of your tears. chan bursts in like a whirlwind, his hair sticking up at weird angles and a look of panic on his face as he takes you in. he reaches the couch in a few strides and falls to his knees in front of you, holding a crumpled bag from the cafe in his hand and taking your cheek gently into his other. his thumb wipes at the tear tracks there and you could practically taste the guilt emanating off of him. 

“love, i am so sorry,” he starts, ignoring changbin when he scoffs at the apology. “i shouldn’t have snapped at you, i had no right to do that. i got some bad news this morning and i wasn’t feeling my best, and i should have been honest with you. i’ll never do anything like that again, please forgive me? i’ll do anything.”

it was more his voice than his words that did it - he sounded so desperate, like he was trying to hold

onto a ledge that was crumbling, threatening to hurl his body into eternal nothingness. you knew him, you knew he was sorry, and against your first instinct you trusted him when he said he wouldn’t do it again. 

“is that an almond croissant?” you eye the bag in his hand. 

“it’s two almond croissants,” he nods fervently, his hair swishing back and forth with the movement. you sit up, sliding out of changbin’s arms and onto the floor in front of chan. chan’s arms replace changbin’s easily when you lean into him, and it feels like coming home. 

“it’s not like i have a nice couch you could be sitting on,” changbin mutters as he leaves, shaking his head fondly at the two of you before making himself scarce. 

chan kisses you, cradling your head gently into his hands, and they’re so warm. he slides his lips against yours, slowly like he’s taking his time memorizing the planes of your mouth to commit to memory. even after kissing him dozens of times you still find new things to learn about each other. 

“i swear,” he says, pulling away to meet your eyes. “i’m going to marry you, someday.”

“keep getting me croissants as apologies and we’ll see,” you say, sniffling into his neck. 

—

your eighty seventh date was spent in your bed, your head spinning like both hands on a clock simultaneously and your body exuding more sweat than you ever have. 

chan is wringing out a cool cloth to place on your forehead and it feels so nice that you moan. 

“i’m sorry,” you mutter, and chan has lost count of the amount of times you’ve said it at this point. “we had a date and i ruined it.”

“we were going to see a movie,” he says, running a hand up and down your spine. “and we will. we don’t need a movie theater when we have a screen right here, hmm?” 

“but the popcorn,” you complain, closing your eyes in bliss when he runs a hand through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. an apology for being so sweaty was at the tip of your tongue but you hold it back in favor of enjoying the feeling of his touch. 

“i’ll make you all the popcorn you want when you’re feeling better,” he promises, dropping a kiss to the side of your head. “for now, how does soup sound?” 

“popcorn soup?“ you ask, a wave of dizziness taking over your body; if you weren’t lying down already, you’re sure that too would be falling over. 

“yeah, baby,” and even in your delirium the fondness in his voice was prominent. he couldn’t hide it even if he tried. “i’ll make you some popcorn soup. get some rest okay?”

you’re asleep before he leaves the room, and you only wake up when he shakes your shoulder a bit and helps you into an upright position. he feeds you bites of what is definitely not popcorn soup after putting a movie on your laptop, the screen sitting at the foot of your bed. the both of you fall asleep before the movie finishes, but you don’t mind. 

he stays with you for days, making you soup and tea and toast and feeding you medicine and being an all-around angel as he nurses you back to health. by the time you’re better you think you’ve fallen back in love with him several times. 

as you had expected and warned him about, he catches your sickness the next week, and now it’s your turn to be his nurse. you try and do the same job he did, but his delirium seems worse. the silver lining is that his fever isn’t as bad, so you’re babysitting a babbling boyfriend more than a sick one. 

the night before his fever breaks is the worst, since he doesn’t even recognize you. you shake your head at his silliness when he asks who you are and calls you pretty. you smile when he takes your hand in his and asks you to come closer. 

you tear up when he tells you that he has a girlfriend that he loves very much and so even though you’re pretty he can’t do anything else because his girlfriend is the prettiest one in the whole world. you let a tear slip when he tells you that he can’t wait to propose to his girlfriend and that he’s going to marry her someday. 

you tell him that you have a boyfriend that you're going to marry someday, trusting that he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. 

—

your hundredth and fifth date was not unlike your fifth, or your tenth, or your ninetieth. two and a half years later, you were just as endeared by him and he was just as obsessed with you - even more so, if it were possible. 

he takes the time to tell you how gorgeous you look when he picks you up just like he does on every date, and you hide your disgustingly fond smile for him behind his back like you do every time you see him. 

he parks and runs around the car to let you out like he does every time you habit this restaurant, a little fancier than your usual best but it was a favorite of the both of yours - across the street from the bar the two of you had met at. 

you start walking before he does, letting him jog to meet you and complain about how you left him, just like you do every time. before him. you might have thought the monotony would have gotten tiring, but he had a fantastical ability to make every moment feel like the first despite their practiced nature. 

he calls your name from behind you right on schedule and you hum in acknowledgement, turning towards him absentmindedly. the second you lay eyes on him you’re completely alert, though; he isn’t jogging after you, but rather he’s kneeling on the sidewalk, a small box in his hands as he smiles up at you. 

“i’ve told you that i’m going to marry you more times than i can count,” he starts, eyes shining like the stars twinkling in the night sky above you. “but this time i’m asking you.”

“chan,” you choke out, hands coming up to cover your mouth as it quivers. tears spring to your eyes and you silently curse yourself - you always thought you’d be level headed when you got proposed to, but nothing could have prepared you for this, not even the thousands of declarations he had made to you prior. 

“i love you. you’re the only one in the entire universe that i need more than blood or breath, you’re the song that runs through my heart and the fire that leads my path when i’m lost,” his voice is thick, like he’s trying to hold back his emotions long enough to get his words out. “i never thought that i would feel so strongly for someone, i never thought that i deserved a love like this until i met you.”

he pauses as you walk closer to him, letting you approach him before he continues. 

“my love, my eternal light,” he’s tearing up now, blinking fast to keep the salty water at bay. “will you marry me?”

“chan,” you start, kneeling down next to him and taking his wrists in your hands. “i never told you this, but ever since that first day i knew. i knew that the drunk idiot that was hitting on me would be my husband.”

he chuckles, smiling delightedly as the tears finally spring from both of your eyes in unison.

“so?” he trails off, searching your face with his eyes, waiting. 

“oh!” you tighten your grip on him in an apology. “of course i’ll marry you, gosh i love you so much.”

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Bang Chan x Swarovski *✧*✧ NYLON Japan

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↬"would you kiss the most beautiful person in the world for $1,000,000?"

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: humor, fluff, established relationship

a/n: here i am. once again. i watched a tiktok with this prompt where the guy failed miserably and i was like SKZ WOULDN'T DO THAT TO ME. they would all pass. in their own unique, odd, weird ass way. lmao that's it, i hope you guys enjoy my vision ksñaks and please let me know if you do<3

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plastic surgeons hate him 😌

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lino linoing moments: 2/∞

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slow mode — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, cockwarming, a lil masturbation, stressed reader, use of “bunny”, “baby,”, minho being ambidextrous in a hot way. this was supposed to be dirty but it’s mushy as fuck and not even that sexy. if you let an ace write smut don’t be surprised when that happens.

inspo: minho’s bubble messages and recent academic overwhelm

notes: can this be classed as my valentine’s day fic? here it is anyway. the title is a reference to sunshine which is my go to destress song. to anyone who relates to reader’s situation, may all your stresses be lighter from today my lovies 🩵

{ wc: 2003 }

you arrived home after another long day, one of many—maybe too many—and as soon as you put your things down and got rid of your shoes you walked over to the sofa, pouting at your boyfriend.

“oh, come here,” he said, putting his laptop away and opening his arms wide.

you crashed down on the soft sofa, head rolling onto minho’s thick thighs.

“how was it?” he asked, sympathetically. you rolled out of bed early, so early even minho wasn’t awake yet, and the sun had set hours before you’ve arrived back home.

he knew how hard things have been lately.

between all your work and deadlines and commitments, minho could see the stress was getting to you. minho could always tell.

“so many things to do,” you mumbled into his lap.

“i know. here,” he said, grabbing your arms and moving you to where he wanted you to be. he manoeuvred your thighs, placing them on either side of his lap and tucked your head into his warm chest. you sighed.

“bunny,” he cooed, his hand sinking into your hair. he slowly scratched at your scalp and quickly a warmth settled into your bones. you leaned further into it, further into him, and nuzzled your head against his chest.

minho wanted to ask you what else you had to do, what he could do to help, but the way your body fell pliant against his made him think maybe now all you needed was his fingers in your hair and his arm secured safely around your waist. he was right.

the soft glide of his blunt nails against the root of your hair, and the warmth radiating from his body—all of it enough to slowly melt away your stress. it was there, you knew the deadlines were coming, but for now all you could feel was the floaty feeling from minho playing with your hair and knowing you were there, in his arms, where it was safe.

maybe you accidentally deleted a three page essay you needed to hand in the next day or maybe your boss had a go at you or maybe your phone stopped working in the middle of your presentation and your notes were gone. but all of that didn’t matter now that it was over, now that you forgotten it completely, and now that your present was filled with lee minho.

“min?” you asked softly, after however many minutes passed.

he hummed underneath you, the vibrations soft against your cheek.

“why are you hard?”

minho chuckled awkwardly, slightly shifting underneath you.

“i was reading something before you got here,” he mumbled into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the locks.

“oh?” you lift your head up, eyes peering up at him. “what was it?”

“best positions to surprise your partner with this valentine’s day,” he recites the article headline. his ears change into a soft pink—it’s one of your favourite colours.

you giggle softly, straighting up to be eye levelled with him.

“and what did you find?”

“it wasn’t anything new,” he says, hand softly rubbing up and down your back, “but i was thinking of you doing them and…” he spares a small glance at his crotch.

at that you laugh loudly before tucking your head into his neck.

you breathe in softly, slowly, following the rise and fall of minho’s chest while his warm scent takes over you. you kiss his neck with a small peck.

“maybe i can help you?”

“bunny,” he rubs against your scalp, “you should be resting after a long day. another long day.”

“but min, i—“

“—did you even eat today?”

“of course! i ate the lunch you prepared yesterday and a few of us grabbed some food before the meeting. don’t worry,”

“good job,” he nods, resuming his soft scratching. you lean into it instantly. “i don’t want you straining your body too much. it needs rest.”

“i am resting,” you mumbled stubbornly. “it’s just i also want you inside me.”

the last part was quiet, defeated almost, and minho smiled against your forehead before peppering a few small kisses on your skin.

his other hand left your back and you felt him fiddling around near your thighs, before he softly told you to lean up. you silently followed his orders, looking down to find he pushed his sweats and boxers down to his knees.

you slowly sat back down on his bare thighs—but didn’t reach out to him. perhaps he was right, you were too tired to even move forward.

minho kept your head pressed into his neck, his ability to control both his hand and his dancer coordination proved exceptionally useful. he kept scratching your head, moving up and down and occasionally pressing softly into the back of your neck where most of your stress lived.

with his other hand, he stroked himself. once you realised what he was doing, you started leaving a few open mouthed kisses on his skin, kissing his pulse point and beneath his jaw.

“you need to prep too, bunny,” he said softly, voice breathy as it vibrated against your lips. “if you still want to.”

“i want,” you said quickly, tucking your hand into your pants and rubbing slowly. you were surprised to find just how wet you were, but then again, minho was right next to you stroking himself.

you needed him inside you.

you knew the prep you gave yourself probably wasn’t enough, but you needed him—you needed his warmth and his closeness and so you quickly lifted yourself up and rid yourself of your pants and underwear.

minho didn’t waste any more time, lining himself up to your entrance and guiding you down with a hand on your hip.

the pair of you sighed softly and you slowly and carefully sunk all the way down.

the stretch was more prominent than usual, but it was nice. so nice, and you let your eyes softly close at the fullness of having him inside you.

“there, baby,” he smiled at you, running his hands up and down your arms. he squeezed them softly before moving his hands to your back, rubbing up and down.

you didn’t realise how sore your whole body felt from the stress of everything the past few days had brought you, and you instantly relaxed.

“you’ve been working hard,” he said softly, nodding slightly as you lean your head back onto his chest. “you’ve done well, baby. so well.”

you melt at the praise, body weight pressed entirely into minho’s strong body as your mind slowly starts clearing up.

you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself even closer to minho as his arms both wrap around your back.

normally, you would be begging minho to start moving, to fuck you fast like he does when you’re stressed and need to forget the world around you. sometimes, he goes slow, when you need to be reminded of just how important you are to him. but now, he isn’t moving at all. and now, you think that’s exactly what you need. minho always knows.

you close your eyes, listening to the steady and reliable thumping of minho’s heart.

all other thoughts fade away. it’s nothing but minho, his smell and his warmth and his arms solid and strong around you. just minho.

———

your eyes are heavy, you must’ve fallen asleep as your brain feels empty and vague about the last few minutes. you slowly move your head to peer up at your boyfriend—a comforting smile on his face.

“did i fall asleep?” you grumble. you can still feel the fullness inside you, the pleasing pressure on your stomach so you know neither one of you has moved. you try slightly stretching out your thighs that have fallen asleep too, a soft tingling running through your feet at the numbness from the prolonged position.

you don’t move too much, but your pussy does instinctively squeeze around minho, and he lets out a delighted sigh as he leans his head back. still, he doesn’t move.

he runs his hands up and down your thighs, his smile still firmly in place as he looks up at you. he softly kneads your muscles, still working on helping you relax. your eyes lock together and the brown in front of you is swimming with adoration and a hint of pride you don’t know if you can even accept.

you feel yourself blush at the thought, know minho would scold you if you voiced it, and decide you’ll have to work harder on accepting the praise he gives you.

sometimes you think minho is the only person you’d ever let yourself be loved by.

most times you think that isn’t such a bad idea.

he licks his lips, swallowing in the way he does before he readies himself to say something important.

you tell yourself to accept his love, to let yourself be loved by him.

“you didn’t get me chocolate,” is what he says, “give me chocolate.”

you blink at him for a second, a habit you picked up from spending too much time around minho, trying to process what he’s even talking about.

it clicks a moment later.

“you never even asked me to be your valentine’s, so why should i?” you smirk at him.

he’s appalled by such an answer, eyes wide and mouth gaped enough for his bunny teeth to peek out slightly. you think you’d never love anyone as much as you love lee minho.

“you’re mine,” he says, simple. “why would i need to ask when you’re very clearly mine.”

you can’t help the way your body reacts when minho talks that way, and your pussy clenches tightly at his words.

minho doesn’t tease you, as you’d expect him to, but instead his eyes turn serious.

he runs his hands up to your hips, pushing you forward as your clit rubs against his pelvis.

“min,” your voice comes out high pitched and airy.

“i’m here,” he nods, “i’ll take care of you, okay?”

you nod.

he leans forward, kissing you firmly before bringing a hand back into your hair—softly scratching.

“my bunny,” he says, and it sounds like a promise. “and always my valentine’s. always mine.”

“always yours, min,” you echo firmly, and it sounds like acceptance.

minho brings a hand between your bodies, softly rubbing slow circles against your clit.

“and when things get stressful i’m here,” he reminds you, “and whatever it is you need.”

“m-me too, min, i’ll give you anything,” you moan softly.

“not chocolate, evidently,” he grins at you, his evil smirk out on full display.

you try and protest at his unfair accusation—you literally texted him earlier to ask if he wanted chocolate and he said no due to his personal trainer’s demands—but minho stops you with a fleeting kiss on your lips.

“i don’t need it anyway,” he decides, “you’re better than chocolate.”

at that minho grabs that back of your head and pulls your forward, kissing you urgently as his tongue softly moves against yours. he swallows down your moans as his hand moves faster against you, building and building and building.

you let the feeling take over you as you’re consumed by it, by minho and his familiar taste. the stubble on his chin and the softness of his lips and the way his soft hair feels between your fingers.

you let yourself forget everything else. the dates circled on your calendar and your unanswered emails and your appointments.

it doesn’t matter much when minho starts giggling into your mouth because you’ve knocked your teeth against his.

it doesn’t matter much when minho is all around you, inside you, kissing you. telling you, “mine, baby, mine,” as he starts lazily thrusting into you.

your thoughts, your anxieties, your responsibilities. for a moment they can all fade away—for just now. for as long as you and minho are together, connected.

for now, it doesn’t matter much. all you can think about is minho. just minho.

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HYUNJIN RACHA LOG, EP.9

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skz texts | when they're away

notes: guess who's back! back again!!! first post of 2024 and i'm pretty pleased with it!!! i also just want to thank you all for all of the nice comments and support on my previous posts. i cant believe there's almost 2k of you following me here! that's crazy!!! if there's anything you want to see from me, send an ask and i'll try my best to do it. i'm hoping to post more here soon :) hope you all enjoy!!

WARNINGS: some swearing, a little angst if you squint at hannie's, thats it i think but please message me if i need to put anything else!!

BANG CHAN

LEE MINHO

SEO CHANGBIN

HWANG HYUNJIN

HAN JISUNG

LEE FELIX

KIM SEUNGMIN

YANG JEONGIN